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- 1-Green
- 1
Mario entered the bar wearing a generic off-white hoodie. No hint of his iconic red was visible. Sunglasses concealed the sky blue eyes. It wouldn't do to have someone recognize the hero of Mushroom Kingdom sneaking around at Grimace Lane's most popular dive. He scanned the shady denizens--many whom he'd probably fought with at one time or another--until he found the two he wanted.
The doppelgangers occupied a small table near the back corner of the bar. They leaned across their drinks, too close to each other, making too much eyecontact. As Mario watched, Wario laughed and put a hand on Waluigi's arm. Seeing them together like that made the hero feel a strange combination of jealousy and embarassment. They were a funhouse mockery of his guilty conscience.
His confidence wavered. Said conscience nagged at him to leave. It was right in a way. He had no business being here, thinking what he was thinking, but he couldn't stand being at home either. Luigi was at home. Just once, he told his conscience. Just once to get it out of my system. That's all.
When Mario approached the table, Waluigi looked up first. Wario followed his gaze a short moment later and let out a grating chuckle. "You're not fooling anyone, red. I'd know that moustache anywhere."
Mario stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'm not here to fight. I want... to talk..." Behind the glasses his eyes shifted to Waluigi. Was the hunched posture and silent stare as much like Luigi's as Mario thought it was, or was he so desperate to find similarities that his mind was playing tricks on him?
"Anything you got to say to him, you can say in front of me," Wario said.
Mario blinked as he realized he'd been staring. "Um..."
Waluigi looked down at his nearly empty glass. "I think it's time for a fill up." His head remained down, but his eyes darted up to meet Wario's.
Wario frowned, and then laughed again. He stood, looked at Mario for a second, and then shook his head as he clapped the smaller man on the back. He continued chuckling as he walked toward the bar.
Waluigi jerked his chin at the empty seat. Mario sat down slowly. "You understand why I'm here, right?" The hero asked.
"I have a couple of guesses." Waluigi eyed him carefully.
"I don't normally do things like this." Mario felt the need to add that disclaimer.
"I bet you don't."
Mario took a breath. He knew he had to be careful. The doppelgangers were tricky. Waluigi was probably the last person he should be telling about this, but he had a plan and he had to try it. "So how does this work?"
"Depends on what you want. Sky's the limit for the right price."
"How much are we talking?"
Waluigi smirked and rested his elbows on the table. "All right. Baseline stuff, touching is twenty coins. Penetration is fifty. Mouth stuff is a hundred. But if that was all you wanted, I can think of plenty other people you'd go to besides me. So what do you want?"
"Why is... that twice as much as..."
"Because you get what you pay for, and this mouth is that good." The man grinned with smug pride at this.
"What if I wanted you to be... somebody else?" Mario asked.
"Cross dressing is fine." Waluigi shrugged and traced his finger through the streaks of condensation on the table. "I can mimic inexperience, but prices are the same. Don't wanna get taken advantage of."
Mario watched the slender finger trace an upside-down L through the water. Well, upside-down from Waluigi's perspective. To Mario it was an L. Luigi was a fidgetter. Mario had often wondered what his brother's ever-dancing digits would feel like on his skin. And the oblivious assumption that Mario wanted Waluigi to wear a dress... Not quite truly innocent, but maybe just innocent enough to pretend. "What about," Mario took a breath, "green. Do you own anything green?"
When the sharp eyes met Mario's they showed a faint glimmer of uncertain surprise. "Green, huh?"
"Yeah." Mario squared his shoulders and tried to look in control. "I want you to wear green for me."
The tall man chewed on a fingernail for a minute and shot a glance at nothing in particular. "Tell you what," he finally said. "You don't seem like you're going to sneak anything weird in on me, but you do seem like you might get cold feet. Two hundred coins will get you a little scenerio where you can do whatever you want for as long as you need. You gotta give me half up-front, though, in case you chicken out."
"One hundred coins up-front?" Mario raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"Compensation for time and props," Waluigi said. "Gotta get some 'green' stuff."
He said the word with a verbal wink that sent a little tingle down Mario's spine. "How do I know you won't just run off with the hundred?"
"I take my clients' trust seriously. Repeat business pays more than a few cheap tricks." He looked sincere enough as he said this.
"How many, er, clients, have you..."
Waluigi snorted. "I can't tell you that."
"Doesn't Wario get jealous?" Mario looked around the room to see where the rotund doppelganger had gone. He found him waiting patiently on a bar stool, apparently absorbed in conversation with a Koopa.
"He's not gonna be mad if that's what you're thinking. He worries about my safety, but he doesn't complain as long as I keep it in his basement." Waluigi smiled affectionately at his cohort. "I think he gets off on having me for free."
As if instinctually aware of Waluigi's attention, Wario instantly looked over and smiled back. Mario felt another pang of jealousy. The doppelgangers--simply by virtue of existing as some sort of other-beings--moved so easily through loopholes in the societal codes that restricted the rest of the kingdom. They were two of a kind as far as anyone knew and at the end of the day the pointy-eared bastards had no one to answer to but themselves.
Mario decided it was best to stop digging and wrap things up. "One hundred coins?"
"For now." Waluigi held out his hand.
Mario pulled the sack of little gold disks out of his pocket and slapped them into the waiting palm. Without allowing his self any space for second thoughts, he gripped the hand and gave it a shake. "Deal. Wario's basement, same time tomorrow."
The gangly doppelganger didn't release Mario's hand right away. "Roleplaying only works if both sides are willing to commit to the story. Make sure you understand that."
"I got it," Mario said with a small nod.
Waluigi let him go and leaned back in his chair. "I'll leave the light on for you. Door won't be locked."
As Mario headed out of the bar, he looked over his shoulder. Wario had returned to the table. The pair had resumed their previous activity without giving the shorter man a second look. Mario was relieved and somewhat encouraged to note that Waluigi hadn't taken the opportunity to laugh at the strange request. Maybe he could trust him more than he thought.
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Mario approached the massive house with as much nerve as he could muster. Even if he had been inside Wario's house before--which he hadn't--the idea that he was here to pay his doppelganger's boyfriend for sex added a new level of awkwardness to the situation. It took concentration to dispel that particular angle of this plan from Mario's mind.
He focused instead on what he might expect from this evening. He hadn't spoken to Waluigi since the previous night and as such didn't know what 'scenario' he was planning. Whatever happened Mario couldn't let his concentration wander. Mario wasn't here to meet a man who may as well be a stranger. He was here to meet the brave coward that he loved more than he had any business loving. He'd chosen his brother's doppelganger with the hope that Waluigi could channel that adorable, often contradictory personality better than any mere look alike.
The light Waluigi had left on quickly became apparent. A red neon arrow blinked in one of the groundfloor windows. Mario followed it with his eyes until he spotted the cellar door half concealed behind a hedge. Grateful that he wouldn't have to deal with Wario, he trudged across the lawn and tried the handle. The hatch lifted soundlessly to reveal a short flight of wooden steps. The sounds of a television show or a movie emanated from the dimly lit room below, but Mario couldn't see much from this vantage point. He eased the door shut behind him as he carefully descend. He wasn't afraid. He knew he could take either of the doppelgangers in a fight. Still, his stomach felt inexplicably tight. Whether it was guilt, nervousness, or excitement remained unclear.
The basement was much nicer than Mario would've guessed. He'd expected something skeezy. What he found was a pretty average living room. Black and gray carpet absorbed the sound of his footsteps as he left the stairs. The plaster walls were off-white. A flatscreen TV--the only source of sound and light in the room--hung opposite a couch. A figure that he assumed must be Waluigi sat rigidly in the center of the sofa with a blanket wrapped tightly around his head and shoulders.
A glimmer of affection unwound Mario's nerves at the sight. Luigi had spent most of last October in a similar position stubbornly watching old horror movie marathons on television. The thought that Waluigi's instincts might be better than Mario would've given him credit for helped Mario feel less foolish when he said, "Luigi?"
The figure let out an uncannily familiar yelp and whipped around to look over the back of the couch. A startlingly accurate sheepish chuckle followed the yelp. "I didn't hear you come in."
The effect the doppelganger had achieved was incredibly surreal. The two Weegees possessed distinctly different facial structures. There wasn't much to do about that. With make-up to even out the skin tones in his face and a green hat to cover the tips of his ears, however, Waluigi had at least created a strange middleground between the two.
'Acting natural' didn't tend to come easy to the hero. Natural footing was a hard thing to find in an unnatural situation, anyway. He glanced at the movie as he tried to think of what to do next. A woman crept through her house with a butcher knife. She peered into the kitchen and found a little green monster sitting on the counter eating cookies. Mario recognized the movie, but more important matters had temporarily swept the title from his pool of recall.
Mario sat on the couch and tried to ease his imagination into the moment. "You shouldn't watch this stuff alone. You'll get nightmares."
Waluigi rolled his eyes and huffed. As he hugged his knees to his chest and readjusted the blanket, Mario caught a glimpse of the green shirt and sapphire-blue overalls underneath. The taller man chewed on a thumbnail and stared at the screen intently. He was clearly nervous, and just as clearly determined not to admit it. 'Brave coward' tended to come across a little more derogatory than Mario intended when thinking about his little brother. No mistake, it had to take more strength than Mario understood to muscle through bravely despite fear. Mario had tremendous respect for his 'brave coward.'
The whine of a mixing bowl and the pained shriek of the monster drew Mario's attention back to the screen. Waluigi pulled the edge of the blanket up over his nose and shrank behind the bill of his hat as green gore splattered the walls of the fictional kitchen.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Mario asked, half concerned, half teasing.
"Yes." Even muffled and cracked the impersonation of Luigi's voice was almost scary. A little exagerated, but close enough for Mario's imagination.
The hero finally decided to embrace the situation. He put an arm around the other man's shoulders and pulled him closer, like he did when Luigi was scared. Up close he even smelled like Luigi's combination of soap, shampoo, and aftershave. Normally Mario wouldn't have dared, but this time he breathed the scent deeply. His eyes closed as he imagined Luigi curled against his side.
Waluigi hid his eyes against Mario's chest as another of the vicious little monsters exploded inside a mircowave. "Why is this PG-13?" He groaned.
"They're just puppets," Mario said.
"It's still gross."
Mario removed the hat, cupped the narrow jaw, and tilted the other man's face up until he could see his eyes. "I'm not surprised you're still this sensitive to violence." The hand moved up from the jaw to carrass a cheek. "No one appreciates how gentle you are."
Waluigi blinked nervously. "Big brother?"
"I love you, Luigi. I want to make you feel as good as you deserve to feel. Do you trust me?"
"Of course."
Mario closed his eyes and kissed the facsimile of his brother. After an initial startled lack of response the thin lips formed to meet Mario's action for action. They never took initiative, but they never denied Mario's wordless requests either. Uncertain but trusting. The hero's lips moved on to the thin neck as he guided the other man onto his back. Easier to forget the height discrepency that way...
White-gloved hands explored the thin chest, stomach, waist, and finally hips. The body under Mario gasped and squirmed. "W-wait-"
Mario opened his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"I- I-" The man in green blushed and bit his lip.
Mario's eyes traveled down the other man's body. The gentle smile returned. "It's okay, Luigi." He gave the growing bulge between the thin thighs a carress. "I want you to like this."
Years of denial. Months of resisting. In this time of surrender, Mario wanted his younger brother now. He wanted to bury himself in the bashful squirms of pleasure and lose himself in the shy moans of approval. It would't do to intimidate Luigi by being too aggressive, though. Despite his own arousal Mario continued with the light kisses and gentle stroking until the other man closed his eyes and relaxed. When he felt the slim digits grip the back of his shirt, Mario decided it was okay to go for the overall straps.
He was met with less hesitation this time, though the other man fidgetted with the hem of his shirt as Mario worked the denim down past his hips. He checked the other man's expression as he hooked his fingers into the waist band of his underwear. To his surprise the angular eyes darted around with genuine nervousness. It didn't take Mario long to realize he was shooting almost frantic glances at the end table.
“What are- Have you-” Waluigi maintained the voice, but there was no question that the sudden concern was real. Finally he settled on, “Be gentle...”
Mario smiled in understanding. “Don't worry. I'll go slow.” And he pressed a comforting kiss to the other man's forehead, and the moment felt so real that any lingering reservations left him. He retrieved the lube from the drawer in the endtable as though he'd always known it had been there. He drew a line down his pointer finger. It was thick, almost like putting paste on a tooth brush. “Lift your hips,” he whispered against Luigi's ear.
Luigi bit his lower lip as he complied. Mario traced the slippery finger up and down the crack of the slimmer man's ass, poking at and circling the hole. He watch the angular eyes close and the narrow jaw tip up, revealing the slender neck. Mario pressed harder at the ring of muscle and his finger disappeared neatly inside. Luigi's chest lurched.
“Did I hurt you?” Mario asked.
“N-no. It's just, kinda- feels kinda weird...”
“Do you like it?”
“I think so...” The other man blushed again.
The older brother chuckled. “You don't need to be shy with me.” He kissed the thin lips again as he worked the finger in an out carefully. He grazed his lips across the slender neck. He pushed up the green shirt and rubbed his cheek against the soft flesh of Luigi's stomach. He rose to the exposed chest and licked a nipple. Tasted him. Smelled him. Felt him alternately relaxing under the carresses of Mario's free hand and squirming as Mario's other finger tickled his prostate. When Mario slid a second finger into him he barely flinched.
When he finally slid in a third finger, Luigi moaned.
Mario's fingers slipped out. He ran both hands up the backs of the slim thighs and pushed them gently towards the other man's shoulders. Luigi watched with wide-eyed fascination as Mario slathered his cock with more lube. The thin chest heaved as Mario poked his erection between the fleshy hills and found the hole he wanted. They were both so slick that the head sunk in with surprising ease. Calloused but gentle hands gripped the boney hips for leverage and he pressed in deeper still.
Slow, of course, watching Luigi's eyes slip closed, head loll over the arm of arm of the couch, back arch off the cushions...
Mario kissed his brother again. His brother kissed back more enthusiastically than before. Thin arms and legs hugged Mario's body as the tight ring of muscle hugged the base of his cock. Their bellies were sticky with the thinner man's precum already. Intimate glue holding them together.
The hero's strokes were slow and slick. The low, shy moans breathed against his ear were the sweetest things he'd heard in a long time. The body under him undulated with each thrust. Undulations that turned into the wordless, pleading buck of hips. He wanted it harder, but he was too shy to ask. Blushing, demure little brother in green...
Mario thrust faster, if only a little harder. He didn't want to hurt him. He just loved him so much. “Oh, Luigi...” He leaned over the other man's face so that their noses were only inches apart. “You like that?”
“Y-yes, Mario... I... I... ah...” He shivered and squirmed again, pink around the cheeks.
“Luigi,” Mario murmured and then kissed him again. His face, his neck, his lips, his chest. “My stars, Luigi...” He thrust faster. The moans under him reassured him that the other man needed and wanted and enjoyed this as much as he did. As much as Mario always dreamed that he would.
“I love you. I love you, big brother. I-”
Mario didn't hear the rest. His abdomen tightened and then exploded with warmth. “Ah! Ah...” His thrusts slowed, but he wasn't ready to pull out. He smiled at the dishelved face staring up at him from the pillows. He carassed the narrow jaw and gave those thin lips their millionth kiss that night. That was when he noticed the hardness still pressed between them. He drew back--regretfully dislodging himself from the other man as he did so--and ran a hand up the underside of his brother's erection. “Looks like I still need to take care of you.”
Before the man in the rumpled green shirt could utter more than a shy, “It's oka-” Mario had wrapped his hand around the shaft and slipped the head into his mouth. Whatever Luigi was going to say got lost in a surprised gasp, followed by a little moan as Mario started sucking.
Mario had never given head before, but safe and painless penetration hadn't been the only thing he'd researched to fuel his fantasies of making his younger brother feel as special as he deserved to feel. The desire to please the other man overrode any pain in his neck or jaw. He stopped occasionally to watch the slimmer body wriggle as his fist pumped the spit-slick erection, but only to enjoy the sight of Luigi enjoying his self. Then he went right back down.
“Mario...” Luigi moaned with sheepish urgency.
The shorter man smiled to himself and sucked harder.
“Mario, I'm gonna...”
A slender hand pushed lightly at his shoulder, but Mario brushed it away. It's okay, Luigi. Let it happen. This is for you.
As if in tune with Mario's thoughts, the boney hips jerked off the couch and hot, salty liquid splashed across Mario's tongue. Mario quickly and discretely spit the white stuff into his palm and--after a moment of indecision--wiped it on the blanket. If he needed to, he could appologize later. For the time being, he settled in next to the man in green and pulled him close. “I love you, Luigi.”
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He woke up cold and a little confused. His bedroom didn't have a TV in it. As his eyes focused on the bottle of lube still on the coffee table, Mario remembered everything. He didn't remember falling asleep, though.
A door that had been closed when he arrived stood open. He heared running water and saw Waluigi's sillhouette against a shower curtain. As Mario looked for a clock the water shut off and the curtain swished aside.
“Sorry if I cut the game off early. Had to pee.” Waluigi stood at the bathroom mirror in all of his unabashed nudity. “You should probably clean up, too. You can use this bathroom.”
“How long was I asleep?”
“Few hours, I guess.” Waluigi looked over his shoulder as he toweled off. “Are we done, or did you want to roleplay a shower scene, too?”
Mario suddenly felt a little embarrassed. “I guess a there aren't a lot of people who pay two hundred coins to fall asleep cuddling, are there?”
Waluigi shrugged. “You'd be surprised what I've been paid for. Now if you wanna keep going, I can spare another thirty minutes or so, but if not I'm kinda antsy to go curl up with Wario, so...”
The hero struggled to collect his thoughts. Behind the veil of grogginess, the previous events felt rather like a dream. “You like him a lot, don't you,” Mario said as the old thoughts and curiosities settled back in. How much did the doppelgangers' relationship mirror the one he wished he could have? "How much?”
Waluigi cocked his head. “That's a personal question, red.”
“You know personal stuff about me.”
The thin chest heaved a heavy sigh. “I get that you're into the pillow talk and stuff, and maybe your brother is too, but we are different people. Don't let my amazing acting skills confuse you.”
“I just-” Mario stopped. They were very similar, but Waluigi would never admit it. “Never mind. I should get home, too. Luigi might wake up and wonder where I am.”
The taller man smirked. “That would be awkward.”
Mario sighed and combed his fingers through his hair. “I don't know if I have to say this, but-”
“My lips are sealed and locked and whatever else you want em to be. Wario doesn't even know what all this was about.”
“Good.” Mario nodded. “Don't let me keep you. I can see myself out.”
“Aren't you forgetting something?”
“For-” Mario's eyebrows shot up. “Oh, sorry, I-” He fumbled through the crumpled heap of his overalls until he located the bag of coins. “A hundred, right? Here.”
Waluigi took it and tested the weight. “Good.” He smirked. “Feel free to come back any time.” He slung the towel over his shoulder and disappeared up the stairs into the rest of the house. Content in his home, off to the waiting arms of his lover.
Mario gave himself a quick once over with a washcloth, put on his clothes, and took the other stairs. Out into the night.
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