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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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[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?

[Pulling back he examines Light, brows drawn when he realises what exactly it is he's doing. Propping his head up with his palm he shrugs to Light's question.]

Apparently it's my power this week. I just give off a really nice smell that attracts people to me.. in more ways than one it seems.

[Smiling broadly he noses at Light's neck once more.]

So, before you start doing something you regret. What do you want?

[The explanation makes sense; Light wouldn't put it past the Author to give out that sort of power, but the problem went beyond sexuality. Perfect Light Yagami had full control over everything. Always. To lose his mind, to become hot and bothered over something as stupid as a teenage fan girls antics? Light isn't having any of it. No, Light didn't want Wallace doing this to him, he allowed Wallace to do it. The Author would not win. Light would retain his pride. Keeping his nose firmly pinched, he returns to a seated position and gently pushes Wallace aside.]

A level playing field.

[Wallace just chuckles and lets himself be pushed off of Light. True, whilst the ability was flattering, it wasn't so much him that they were attracted to as it was just the pheromone. Tilting he head he gave Light a charming sort of smile. The one he'd been perfecting for years.]

I'll just have to drop you a line when the stink's gone, huh?

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