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▓ Martini 9 ▓ // We've all got our own pollution, it's all about the execution // [In Person]

[Wallace is casually lounging in the games room. Anyone within a 20 meter radius will be able to smell something inexplicably good and that would be him. This week he's giving off pheromones that make men attracted to him and women will just enjoy the aroma. Not much of a point to it, but more or less something that would simply stir up drama or potential amusement. Such was the working of the brain of the Author. But Wallace can't smell it. Why would he? If it's part of his natural smell, he'd be used to it and thus not notice it.]

(Feel free to bother him)

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[Light wanders, looking almost dazed, into the game room. There had been some wonderful aroma wafting in the air that he couldn't quite place, and finally his sense of smell had led him here... to the most attractive man he had ever laid eyes on. It didn't matter that a voice in his head was reminding him of his sexual orientation, Light just needed to sit next to him....]

...Have we met?

[...He kicked himself mentally. I've officially lost it if I'm using cheesy pick up lines....]

[Wallace looks up, pausing his game for probably the third time that day. He didn't really mind though, there was only so much of creepy japanese dead girls he could take in a day.]

No I don't believe we have. Wallace Wells.

[He smiles charmingly and offers his hand. This guy had just been attracted here because he smelt nice? An Aromapheliac or something he supposed.]

Light Yagami.

[He takes the proffered hand and shakes it. He considers not letting the hand go. Wallace's hand is warm, and his fingers are so nice and long... The voice in his head is now screaming. Damn it, what are you doing? You do not fawn over other people like some stupid idiot! You are not gay!]

[He eventually lets the hand go, after holding onto it for a little longer than necessary.]

Are you normally here in the video game room all day?

[He watches Light for a while, considering letting his hand go. Was this what Emma had meant? Internally he chuckles and shrugs. The kid wasn't bad on the eyes, probably around 18ish, the prime target he'd normally go for.]

If there's not a lot else to do around here then yeah. Besides, as Christmas has been and gone there's some new stuff I haven't played.

What about you stranger?

[Light is absolutely disgusted with himself. He's quite sure that he has a ridiculous, moony smile on his face. He also has no idea what Wallace is talking about because instead of paying attention, Light has been focusing on the others lips. They looked so soft, delicious.... lonely..... Are you insane? Get away from him! Go- go take a cold shower!]

A-ah, I usually spend more time in the library. ....Though that isn't to say that I'm not fond of video games myself.

[He spots Light's line of gaze and cocks a lopsided smirk, leaning forwards.]

Bookworm type huh? Each to their own, can't say I'm interested in the Library myself. Though I'm interested as to why you're looking at my lips like that?

[As Wallace leans forward, Light gets another whiff of that aroma, and suddenly his throat feels as dry as a desert. He swallows, dropping his gaze to the other's neckline, torn between the desire to get even closer, and the desire to get the hell away.]

They're chapped.... It's rather warm in here isn't it?

[Well they had been kinda sore. So he scoops out a small tub of carmex from his jacket pocket and applies it in a rather suggestive manner. Or as suggestive a you can be with chapstick.]

Is it? I hadn't noticed. My apartment back home gets cold very easily so, I take advantage of things that make me warm.

[Watching Wallace ~~sensuously trace his finger over his lips~~ apply chapstick was far too captivating. Light finds himself beating back the desire to lick his own lips in a manner that was definitely not at all lascivious. He settles for pulling casually at his shirt collar. Bewitched or not, Light refuses to act lewdly. He would resist his...urges.]

...And what sorts of things does that entail?

Edited 2010-12-31 19:34 (UTC)

[Wallace chuckles and shrugs his jacket off of his shoulders and loosens his collar.]

Mm, I'll get back to you on that. What's got you hot under the collar?

[Light immediately ceases fiddling with his shirt, trying desperately not to think about how disappointed he was that Wallace had stopped at the first button. He wouldn't have minded seeing a little more of his skin.... ]

If I could tell you the reason, I'm sure I would have done something about it by now.

[It's called strip tease Light, soon enough he'll undo another.]

So I should give you your space?

[He cocks a smirk once again and leans further in to the other, reducing the gap between them dramatically.]

[Light's eyes widen in surprise at the sudden intrusion into his personal space, but this is instantly forgiven as more of that tantalizing scent wafts towards him. He swallows yet again, his lips are parted as he makes half hearted attempts to increase the distance between them.]
Is it opposite day today?

[Makes sense, all things considered....]

[Chuckling he doesn't really allow him that space.]

No, I'm just testing. The mind and body have a habit of saying two different things. Your body language betrays your mouth.

[Everything is betraying my mouth, damn it.]
That's odd, usually I pride myself on being direct. I prefer not to give out mixed signals.

[Wallace then takes this opportunity to shift his weight and push Light down against the sofa, though Light could easily get out of it if he tried.]

Then I think it's time that you started being more direct with me.

[Despite himself, Light's heart races slightly. Wallace's hands on his shoulders, the physical proximity of his face have made Light, for one ephemeral moment, breathless. When he comes back to his senses, Light is furious. Wallace had no right to make him want this. He had no right to make Light hot and bothered. He grabs Wallace by the collar, brings his lips tantalizingly close to Wallace's and stops.]

Make me.

[He wriggles out of Wallace's hold.]

[Adjusting himself Wallace raises his brows, giving a dull laugh.]

I'm not the one dancing around the matter like a coward. How about I give you an ultimatum? Either you come over here or I drag you outta the closet kicking and screaming all the way.

[He grabs him once more, but this time it's by the chin and yanks him back where he was, just staring at him. When he speaks it's smoother, calmer.]

I can make this good or bad, your decision.

[Light glares in response. As if Wallace had any right to call him a coward. Wallace was the one that had done something to ensnare Light in a web. And no, that reason had nothing to do with anything that looked remotely like a closet. If anything, Light was indifferent to the whole prospect of intimacy. There were other things he would rather be doing, despite his damningly irrational attraction to Wallace, kissing Wallace was definitely not one of those things. ...Absolutely not. Glaciers were warmer than his tone.]

Let go of my face.

[Not that Wallace could even control it, that was the impression that Emma had given him at least. To be honest intimacy? Wallace enjoyed the concept, he just very simply hadn't found the right person to share it with that he could call more than a bed partner. Light, wouldn't be that person either. Just another 'trophy' it was cruel to put it in such a way, but Wallace never called himself a completely virtuous person.]

'Why don't you make me'?

[He was turning Light's words against him, he knew it, and that was half the fun. The guy was responding to the baiting. High strung probably.]

[Reflection. It's a nostalgic, unsophisticated play, and had Light's insides not been coiled in a writhing mess of confused, downplayed half arousal, he would have said that Wallace's tactics could use some finesse, before coolly flouncing off in a uninterested huff. But Light Yagami does not do this. He places his hand on top of Wallace's and forcibly terminates the contact between the two. What began as a vicious snarl in Light's larynx is twisted and metamorphosed into a purr when he speaks.]

Happy now?

[Wallace just chuckles and leans closer towards him. Whilst Light was doing a good job of playing his bluff, that didn't change the fact that the kid was playing interested moments ago, but when faced with actually acting upon that? He was either wrestling with a complex, he didn't want to admit he was interested or he was doing it for shits and giggles. To any of them, Wallace wasn't having it. Once he started something, he prided himself on always finishing it.]

We're not done here yet kid. You know that as well as I do.

[Tilting his head he leans down, pressing his nose to the other's neck, nipping the smooth skin gently, but enough to snap his attention back to the matter at hand. Light wasn't off the hook, not by a long shot.]

[The mewl is out of his throat before Light even conceives of the idea of doing something to control it. At this range, Wallace's aroma is intoxicating- Light breathes it in hungrily, as though he has been starved for days, closing his eyes, savoring the warmth that spreads in his body with every cycle of exhalation and inhalation. His skin, it seems, is vibrating where Wallace has made his mark, sending pleasurable little shooting stars down his spine. He can't even bring himself to be angry about it for the thick, perfume permeating the air.]

....aah....

[He sighs dreamily. This too comes out wrong. What Light meant to say was closer to 'get the fuck off.' He can't figure out what it is about Wallace's scent. Light had always been impervious to others' affections. He'd turned down countless suitors. He could hear their voices now in his head, Yagami-kun...I- I really like you. Please go out with me Yagami-kun. If only they could see Light now. Allowing another person to slobber all over his neck because he smelled good. It was disgraceful. Light starts trying to prop himself up on his elbows, trying his best to bring his nose as far away from Wallace as possible.]

Edited 2011-01-05 01:09 (UTC)

[Wallace only seems to get a level of satisfaction from this all. He knows that Light's resisting, but to him the chase was always half the appeal of the complicated love games people liked to play. That wasn't to say he didn't see that the resisting was from how uncomfortable Light was with this all, but then again that's what the kid got for acting interested when he wasn't. Really it was karma biting him in the ass if anything (That was his assumption and he was sticking to it).

He gave a husky chuckle before he worked his way up Light's jawline, resting at his earlobe to play with it between his tongue and teeth. The perfect mixture of sending shooting pain through him and then adding those spikes of pleasure from soothing the assaulted area. He wouldn't touch anything else. Not yet, he wasn't about to go that far until the other was begging for it. For not he was content to just admire.]

[Light has no idea when he stopped breathing. He finally releases the breath he had trapped, only for his breath to hitch again as Wallace's tongue meanders to his ear, and- Ohhh Light had no idea he was so damningly sensitive there. His body wants to arch into Wallace's, but he keeps himself firmly pressed into the couch, refusing to give the other any further cues. As for the beginnings of an undignified rosy hue seeping into his cheeks, well... there was nothing Light could do about that. Involuntary reflexes weren't called involuntary for nothing.

But that didn't mean Light wasn't going to try and hide it. Light brings a hand up to his nose and mouth, covering most of his face. The secondary benefit of his action is known immediately. Finally. Finally, he has managed to staunch the most of the heavenly smell emanating from Wallace. It doesn't do a perfect job of it, but for a second, Light is liberated from Eros's golden arrow. He pinches his nose, for once neither caring how silly it looked nor how stupid it would make his voice sound.]

....What the hell is that cologne?

▓ Martini 9 ▓ // We've all got our own pollution, it's all about the execution // [In Person]

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