"You seem upset with yourself."

"I'm not upset. I-I'm tired."

A smile formed around the cigar held in his teeth, long and slender fingers tracing around the bumps of a bare spine, "Well, you're welcome to sleep in my bed, sweetheart. After all, you're in it so much every week."

"I try not to do it so much..."

"It's fine," the cigar was balanced between two fingers, smoke flowing from behind chapped lips as they moved, "I quite enjoy your company."

"No you don't." A fist formed against the bare chest it rested on.

"Luigi, Luigi, when it comes to this kind of thing, I would never lie." The cigar was tapped against the side of an ash tray, "Should I say why?"

"No, no, you've told me time and time again," Luigi's voice quieted at the end of his sentence, blue irises darting around at the purple decor.

"Then stop thinking that I'm lying."

Luigi sighed, slowly sitting up and turning away. He crossed his arms over his own bare chest, shivering at the cold air that struck his skin. "I think I'll go home, Waluigi."

Waluigi laughed, "But your house is such a far drive! Stay a while, save yourself some energy."

"No," the brunette spat, "I-I really should get home. I'm not even supposed to be here."

"Yet here you are, nude in my bed." Waluigi rested his cigar in the ash tray, "Tell me, baby, if you despise me so much, why do you keep on wandering this way?"

"B-because..." Luigi's shoulders slumped, "...because..."

The taller rolled his eyes, "Just say it. You're anything but pleased when it comes to your brother."

"No, that's not it..."

"Of course it is," Waluigi sat up straight, reaching for Luigi's shoulder, "I know you're estranged with him. An incestuous relationship can only do so much for you."

His hand was slapped away by the shorter, "Be quiet."

Waluigi shook his hand, snarling at the pain, "Baby, darling, admit it. You don't like your brother anymore and you want something new."

"I still love my brother. I swear I do!"

"If you still love him, then why did I just please you not five minutes ago?"

Luigi covered his hands with his face, "I-I..."

The other crawled closer, snaking his arms around Luigi's torso, "I'd be a much better man, sweetie. I have more money, you seem to like the sex, and I can tell you right now we'd spend much more time together than you and your brother do. Plus," Waluigi brought his lips closer to his neck, "I want you to be happy, with me."

Luigi shuddered as a chill shot down his spine, "H-how can you guarantee that?"

"I was in your place, once," Waluigi began, "I chased the tailcoats of a man just because I was not happy with my own. Granted, they both found out of one another and got into a squabble that resulted in both being sent to prison for violence and...other things we shall not state. But, I learned from my little play dates and I'm willing to apply those lessons to make our relationship better."

Luigi rolled his eyes, "At least your story was condensed this time."

"Yes, yes, but Luigi, humor me," Waluigi began pulling the other back into the bed, "I say break up with your current man and stay with me. You'll have everything you want, as long as the only name you moan is mine."

The Italian allowed himself to be dragged back into the center of the bed, the silk sheet wrapped around his leg only made the feeling of imprisonment stronger. Goosebumps rose on his skin as Waluigi's arm continued to wrap around him tighter and tighter, the only way he expressed his fear was through a soft whimper.

"Besides," Waluigi's other hand traced his cheek, "I have this sense of emotional attachment to you. I need you here, Luigi."

"W-Waluigi..."

"Shhh." The elder pressed a finger against his lips, kissing his temple before both relaxed against the pillows below them.

Luigi once against rested his head on Waluigi's chest, heart beating fast out of excitement and fright.

He would have argued back, saying he was better off just leaving and going back to Mario, but what would that have done except send them in another circle? Besides, it was clear he was not happy with the man.

Also, the other man he just wanted to have some fun with had now fallen in love with him (either that, or it was lust being confused for love).

Maybe it was best to do as Waluigi said.

That was the only thing he could do-agree to the idea.

The thought of actually being courted by Waluigi, however, was still unappealing to him.

'Whatever. It's too late now. I'm too far gone.'

"I'll...I'll end my relationship with him tomorrow..." Luigi whispered, glancing up to watch his partner enjoy another puff of his cigar.

Waluigi's smug grin came across his face, "Wonderful, sweetie. I'm glad I could talk you into this," he lowered his cigar to allow his head to roll upwards to the ceiling, "I promise, you won't regret it."

The Italian still doubted his decision as his nose curled from the smoke, said scent overpowering the aroma of that arousing French perfume.