**Hooray for random drabbles that includes some derpy smut! Whoo! **

Handcuffs kept his hands restrained. He pulled against them, twisting and yanking as hard as he could. But to no avail.

The thrusts that rocked the bed made him feel almost sick. His muscles tightened around the man invading him in hopes to ease the movement. However, he was rewarded with fingers digging into his hips harder, and a much harsher and shakier trust.

He relaxed, whining through the gag in his mouth in defeat. He clawed at the backs of his hands, kicking at the air with every well aimed strike to a damned bundle of nerves.

Suddenly, it all stopped. The rocking ceased, and the hardness slowly eased out of him. Was the other man done?

No.

Hands grabbed at his sides, easing him onto his stomach. With a pinch to his hip, he raised his buttocks to the air for the other man to reenter.

The full feeling came back, the rocking slowly resumed. He reached out in front of him, grabbing at the mattress and squeezing hard. A high pitched and shaky whine escaped him; there was the spot, being struck again.

The fingers that hand pinched him now grabbed his stiffened member. With skill, they stroked him in rhythm with the bed movement.

Things went crazy. His head flew back, crying around the gag, hands grabbing at the bed, muscles tightening. The euphoric sting of release radiated from his member, white spewing from the tip messily.

A groan answered him as the bed stopped moving again. The penetrating length was pressed as far in as it could go, held against the spot as it spat its own gift for him.

"Mon Dieu..."

He felt the other pull out, allowing his hips to fall onto the bed and into the sticky mess that collected in the sheets. One push of the muscles and he felt the other's sugar start to slide in between his thighs.

Sticky, front and back.

The other's chest pressed to his back as his hands were freed, the gag slowly pulled from his mouth right after. He smacked, thankful he could close his mouth and help his jaw pain.

"Such a beautiful sight. My love, blushing red and tired, letting our love stick to his skin..." Whispered words danced against his ear, followed by a kiss on his cheek, "...Luigi, you're a beautiful man."

Luigi hummed and squirmed, grimacing at the liquid against his skin, "A-ah..."

Even though the words flattered him, he felt a dire need to be cleaned.

The steaming shower relieved him.

Luigi stood in the water stream, mindlessly scrubbing around his inner and upper thighs and his crotch. He blushed as he recalled his climax, deviously smiling.

The curtain drew back as the other man stepped in with him. Luigi glanced at his bare chest before turning away, even more red-faced than he had been previously.

"Could I have some soap, Luigi?"

Luigi grabbed the body wash from the shelf and held it over his shoulder. The other man took it, muttering a "thank you" before the two silently focused on cleaning themselves.

Luigi sheepishly fiddled around with the body care items on the shelves, thinking about how the evening had progressed to this. Two men, showering, as if it were casual for them to bathe together.

He dared to look at the other man, taking note of his back—scarred from battles and abuse, his spine sticking out perfectly. Luigi quietly sighed before scooting closer, gently tracing one of the scars.

"That was from the Strikers match we had," The taller casually replied, "You were violent. Very violent."

"You remember that, Waluigi?" Blue eyes batted in surprise.

"Of course I do. I have to remember lots of major injuries. Helps me to stay away from similar mistakes." Waluigi replied, stretching his arms out to support himself against the wall.

Luigi nervously ran his hand up Waluigi's back to a painfully obvious scar on his shoulder blade.

"Merry Go Chomp." Waluigi growled.

Fingers shook as the other hand ran across scars that came before the slimmer's ass. Luigi cringed at these scars, as they appeared they were almost as deep as the one on his shoulder blade had been.

Waluigi shook his head and looked at the floor, "A friendship turned into an abusive rape."

Luigi gasped, stepping away and covering his mouth.

"It's fine, Luigi." Waluigi replied, "It's just why I was hesitant to fulfill your requests of a gag and handcuffs."

"W-Waluigi..."

"Don't pity me," he snapped, "I don't want your pity. You don't need to do that."

Luigi bit his lip, eyeing the other marks on the elder's back, hesitant to ask about them.

"Those party games, those sports, those fights, that cruel friendship...seems my back records it all." Waluigi chuckled, "Makes it ugly."

"No, it doesn't..." Luigi meekly spoke, "...it shows how strong you are."

Waluigi finally turned around and faced the other, shoulders slumping as he sighed, "If I'm considered strong, then Peach is Super Woman."

"Not physically, figuratively." Luigi slowly stepped towards him, gently wrapping his arms around him, "It shows that you've been through a lot, and you haven't given up..."

"Mm, moving speech here, Eyeballs." Waluigi snorted, returning the hug, "But...it's hideous. Disgusting. Revolting."

"It's beautiful, I think," Luigi whispered, "Proof that you're tougher than everyone thinks you are."

Waluigi snorted again, "You're the only one."

"I'm the only one that has seen your back, right?" Luigi smirked as the subject suddenly changed, "And naked. You look nice naked."

"Because I'm sexy." Waluigi boasted.

Moonlight poured in from the window, illuminating the bed and the man curled up on it. Exhausted, he didn't even bother to dress, instead, he fell asleep in his bathrobe.

Waluigi cut off the bathroom light and stared at him; his breath quickened, his heart raced, and he immediately felt his head spin.

Brunette locks were shaggy and damp, most of the front dipping into Luigi's eyes. Underneath his full mustache, his smoothed, rosy lips were curled into a small smile.

His robe was opened, revealing his still nude body to the dim light. Slowly, his chest rose and lowered as he breathed, his stomach copying slightly. There and around his thighs collected much of his fat, which gave the shorter a very slightly feminine body shape. Said legs appeared shiny; Waluigi chuckled and shook his head at the previous morning's scene of the Italian waxing his legs and fussing about how nasty he felt being hairy. The elder man's eyes also kept drifting to the younger's manhood—almost laughable, in his mind, but too cute to make fun of, be it whether he was frisky or not.

It was like falling in love again. Almost. Waluigi knew a body wasn't the only thing he could adore. As he approached the bed, still admiring Luigi's body, he thought about all the other reasons he fell for him.

A kind man. A sweet man. A man that could be stupid and smart at the same time. Considerate. Open minded. Understanding.

What was it exactly?

Waluigi didn't know.

All he knew was that Luigi was beautiful—and everything he wanted.

Someone worth all the scars on his back.