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Waluigi Always Wins	By : anacsadder Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 6162 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Mario, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Waluigi Always Wins
- 2-Waluigi Always Gets What He Wants
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It was supposed to be the best day of Luigi�s life. He�d finally won a Strikers tournament. He�d beaten out Mario. He�d beaten out Bowser. He�d even beaten out his rival and tormentor, Waluigi. By one goal in overtime. Luigi should�ve been thrilled, but he wasn�t. Right after Luigi�s victory, as Waluigi had slunk off toward the visiting team�s locker room he�d given his rival a look that tied Luigi�s heart in icy knots. The younger Mario brother was sure that his doppelganger would kill him if they ran across each other. As Luigi watched the dirt and grass swirl down the gaping maw in the floor of the shower stall, he couldn�t decide if he wanted to rush out while there were still people in the hallways or wait and hope Waluigi got bored and left.
Mario, Daisy, and Peach were waiting for him. Daisy wanted to treat them all to gelato to celebrate. They couldn�t be far. Luigi shut off the shower, grabbed a towel, and rubbed water off his face as he stepped out through the curtain. The locker room was strangely silent. Luigi looked up and froze.

Waluigi perched on the sink counter opposite the shower stalls. One leg was tucked up with his foot braced on the counter. The other dangled lazily over the edge. He still wore his uniform, sans padding and power armor. A malicious grin filled the lower half of his face as his angular, steel eyes met Luigi�s widening blue ones.

Luigi glanced side to side and then made a dash for the door. Waluigi cut him off in five strides of his long legs.

�Goin somewhere, eyeballs?�
Luigi backed away until he came up short against the far wall. The chilled tile startled him into remembrance of his nudity. He wrapped the towel around himself and clutched it with trembling hands. �I- I-�
Waluigi strode across the room. Luigi couldn�t breathe. The towering man�s hunched posture made him look like a spider constantly ready to pounce.
�I have to go.� Luigi tried not to sound like he was pleading, but he was sure the tremor in his voice betrayed him. �Mario�s��
�Out in the parking lot. I know.� Waluigi braced his hands on either side of Luigi�s head and leaned in close. �Don�t worry. Wario�s keeping him busy. He�s not gonna be looking for you for a while.�
Out of the corner of his eye, Luigi noticed the roll of duct tape dangling from Waluigi�s scrawny wrist like a bracelet. Luigi ducked his chin and squeezed his eyes shut. �I�m sorry I won the game. Please don�t hurt me.�
Waluigi straightened to his full seven-foot height and crossed him arms. �The game? You�re sorry about the game?�
Luigi watched him warily. He�d expected Waluigi to come at him swinging. He�d seen Waluigi�s tantrums a million times. At this point Luigi sort of wished his doppelganger would just punch him in the face and get it over with. This restrained, simmering rage was worse somehow. Waluigi was planning something.
�This isn�t like that cute friendly rivalry crap the fatass has going on with the midget,� Waluigi hissed, leaning in close again. �Do you know how much you disgust me?�
Luigi tried to dive past him again. A hand latched around his throat and pinned him against the wall.
�I have thought so many times about how easy wringing your scrawny little neck would be. Did you know that?�
The twisted snarl contorted the thin, sharp face into something demonic. The shorter man�s stomach churned. Waluigi was really pissed.
�But that would be too easy. So I started thinking. What�s the most horrible thing I can do to you? Something traumatic. Something to break you forever. Then it just� came to me. Clear and simple.�
The tape. What was that tape for? Luigi wasn�t going to find out. He lashed out, kicking at the boney knees and clawing at the skeletal fingers. The arm pinning him was too long for Luigi to reach with any serious damage, but he could keep Waluigi far enough away to prevent whatever he had planned.
The grip on Luigi�s throat tightened. The harder the shorter Italian kicked and struggled, the harder that hand squeezed. Luigi couldn�t scream above a strangled squawk. His vision clouded over as his lungs burned. Blood pounded in his ears as his violent struggles devolved into suffocated spasms. Then he was on the floor with weight on his back. His arms were wrenched behind him and taped together, but all he could do was gasp at the fresh oxygen refilling his lungs.
�I know you don�t need to be on your knees for this, pipsqueak,� Waluigi hissed in his ear, �but it�s the principle of the thing. You know?�
Rough fingers tangled in his hair and dragged him to his feet. Luigi stumbled and let out a pained cry before he could stop himself. �Please let me go! I promise I�ll never beat you at anything ever again!�
�I don�t need your charity,� Waluigi sneered. �I can beat you on my own.�
�That�s not what I meant!� Cold air nipped at his bare flesh as Waluigi hauled him out to the benches by the lockers. The towel was gone. Then he was thrown on the ground again. Unable to catch himself, Luigi rolled to avoid doing a face plant and skidded on his bare shoulder instead. He looked up to see Waluigi untying the drawstring on his purple shorts and a horrible realization occurred.

�W-what are you doing?� Luigi stammered.
Waluigi just grinned as he shoved his shorts down his long legs and grabbed Luigi�s arm.
This couldn�t be happening. This could not be happening. Luigi shook his head frantically. Even if he could force words past the lump in his throat, what could he possibly say at this point?

Waluigi sat on the bench and pulled Luigi into a kneeling position in front of him. �Blow me, eyeballs.�
Luigi closed his eyes. A distressed whimper escaped between his clenched teeth. This had to be some kind of sick prank. His doppelganger couldn�t be this horrible. Things like this didn�t happen in Mushroom kingdom. They just didn�t.
�If you don�t suck my dick, I�ll push your shit in instead. Is that what you want? You want my cock in your ass, Weegee?�
Daisy�s pet name for him, twisted into a mocking condescension. Luigi panicked, scrambling at the floor with his legs. The iron grip encircling his upper arm dug in with bruising ferocity. �You can�t do this! You can�t!�
Waluigi hauled Luigi�s torso onto the bench, forcing him to bend over it. �No one�s gonna stop me.�
A hand grabbed the back of Luigi�s neck. The long fingers almost encircled it entirely. The bench dug awkwardly into Luigi�s bare flesh as that hand forced his head down. Another hand forced its way between his thighs, grabbed his balls, and squeezed. Hard. Luigi let out a sobbing noise. �Please�� He choked out one more time. He squirmed, but his struggles were losing steam. �Don�t� I�m begging you��
Waluigi leaned over him. The cracked lips brushed the smaller man�s ear as he hissed, �Choose one while I�m still being nice enough to let you choose. Ass or mouth?�
Luigi panted. His stomach churned at the thought of taking Waluigi�s cock in his mouth. But the other option� the other option could be so much more painful. �I just don�t want it to hurt,� he whispered. He felt the lips against his ear smile.
�You�re such a bitch.� Waluigi reclaimed his place on the bench and made Luigi kneel in front of him again. One hand forced Luigi�s face toward his crotch. The other took hold of his shaft and stroked Luigi�s cheek with the head. �Get to it, eyeballs.�
Luigi was about to hyperventilate. Or cry. He didn�t want to give Waluigi the satisfaction of tears, but he couldn�t help it. �I don�t think I know how,� he whimpered. Maybe if he stalled long enough, someone would come in and interrupt this. Stop this. But Waluigi had implied that Wario was running interference. Did Wario know what was happening? Luigi couldn�t believe that Wario would be an accomplice to- to this, but�
�Lick it. Suck it. Easy.� His voice dropped to a threatening growl. �But if you wanna keep your teeth, don�t even think about biting.�
Luigi forced himself to face the pale snake protruding from the nest of coarse dark hair. Given Waluigi�s other proportions the size of it didn�t necessarily surprise him, but the length wouldn�t make the task any easier. He knew his doppelganger would gag him with it if given half the chance. He gave the thing a tentative lick. A shudder ran through him, but Waluigi�s grip wouldn�t let Luigi flinch away. So he continued slathering his tongue up and down the length, carefully avoiding the head and the balls. He could already taste precum dribbling down the shaft and he hoped desperately that Waluigi didn�t intended to ejaculate in his mouth.
�If you don�t put it in your mouth,� Waluigi finally said, �it�s goin somewhere else. Remember?�
Luigi shot him an upward glance. He was scared of being choked, but he was more afraid of being sodomized. On his next upward lick, he braced himself and wrapped his lips around the end of his rival�s cock. A fresh wave of nausea caused him to pause. Waluigi pressing on the back of his head forced the cock deeper into his mouth anyway. Hoping he was doing it right, Luigi swallowed around the distasteful thing and went to work.
�That�s right,� Waluigi sighed. �No one sucks like you.� Then he laughed. He laughed at his weak rival�s misery as he shifted his grip to Luigi�s ears. �Up and down, eyeballs. Bob your head like the chicken you are.�
Luigi tried to tune out the hateful taunting, but every time his mind tried to retreat some new pain dragged it back to his reality�kneeling naked on a gritty floor while his rival and tormentor forced his mouth up and down his shaft. Soon his jaw hurt, and his neck, and his knees.
And why did Waluigi have to be so horrible to him all the time, anyway? Wario and Mario may as well have been chummy by comparison. Mario had all the luck, really. He even had a slightly less shitty doppelganger. Assuming Wario didn�t really know what he was buying Waluigi time to do. Luigi hoped Wario wasn�t this sadistic.
Lost in his desperately meandering thoughts, the sudden tug on his ears caught him by surprise. He lost his carefully leveraged balance, leaving Waluigi the perfect opening to force his cock down Luigi�s throat. The smaller man gagged and squealed in protest. Waluigi kept pressing until the protests were muffled in pubic hair. Long fingers raked short nails up Luigi�s convulsing throat almost tenderly. Luigi choked until he thought he was going to throw up, but no about of attempted screaming made Waluigi release him. Waluigi just emitted a chuckle that turned into a half-sighed groan.

Then the boney hands released him. Luigi sat back coughing as his eyes watered. He didn�t think he was crying, but it was hard to tell the difference between the sounds as he gasped for air. Red-faced.

The tall man stood and yanked Luigi onto the bench by his neck. Gripping the short brown hair, Waluigi kept his counterpart�s head wrenched back as his own hand worked his now glistening erection. �You are such a bitch,� he sneered one more time before he came.
Luigi squeezed his eyes shut and tried to turn his face away as a sticky glob struck him just below the eye. Warm goo mixed with the tears and saliva streaking his cheek. Cruel fingers dragged across Luigi�s face to smear cum across his mouth. Luigi wanted to scream, but he didn�t dare open his mouth again. He knew Waluigi would make him swallow. His stomach rebelled at the mere thought.
When Waluigi went to retrieve his shorts, Luigi hoped it meant he was finished. He was scared to move, though. Waluigi eyed him almost thoughtfully, like an artist evaluating a fresh painting. Luigi squeezed his knees together and tucked his chin against his chest. Please just let me go. Please just let me go, he thought over and over again.
Waluigi dragged him back to the sinks. There, he clogged one of the drains with paper towels and turned on the water. �Look,� he commanded, grabbing Luigi�s chin and forcing him to face a mirror. Luigi grimaced at the sight of the white liquid clotting in his moustache. �Remember,� Waluigi hissed in ear. Then he shoved Luigi�s face into the sink.
Luigi was almost relieved--even when the sadistic stick figure held him under until his lungs burned. Luigi felt sticky. Vile. He wanted water more than anything else right now. He wanted to curl up in one of the shower stalls and never come out. He wanted to brush his teeth until his gums bled. He wanted�
Air filled Luigi�s lungs as Waluigi�s nasally growl filled his ear again. �And Luigi? Tattling bitches get raped. Don�t make me come after you again.� Waluigi ground his pelvis against Luigi�s naked rear for emphasis. �I won�t be nearly as nice.�

His tormentor finally unbound his arms. Luigi�s knees buckled and he collapsed to the cool tiles. He wanted to puke. Pain flared in his side as Waluigi delivered one final kick to his ribs. Luigi kept his head down. He didn�t even look when he heard the footsteps leaving, nor the door opening and closing.

Luigi crawled back into the shower stall and let the sound of the water drown out the sounds of his hiccupping sobs. He didn�t feel like eating gelato anymore. He didn�t feel like eating anything. This was supposed to be the best day of his life. Now it was the worst day of his life. Because Waluigi always had to take everything from him. Because Waluigi always won.
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