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▓ Martini 11 ▓ // (forward dated after B's capture) There are worse things, perverse things // [vid]

[Cabin fever was a dangerous thing. Especially when it came to a certain Canadian. Since the announcement of B's arrest and capture, Wallace decided that hey, it was time to celebrate. All this doom and gloom needed shifting, and nothing broke the ice like a little bit of filthy humour. So he'd buried himself in the kitchen, (avoiding the dishwasher at all costs -- nngh corpses), and started baking. There was a batch of cookies already in the oven, but there was something.. a little off about the shaping and decorations of the already completed batch. The pilot for what he was about to do. Appearing on the network he grinned, not that outright annoying kind no one wants to see at a time like this, but it was assuring.]

Hey. We need some downtime and I've got just the idea. [Picking up a cookie, it's shape is ambiguous before it comes into focus. It's a boob biscuit, complete with icing and chocolate chip nipples. Because hey, to the general public boobs are more acceptable than peens, lord knows why.] I've got jugs, junk or butts, whatever floats your boat guys. Ya wann'em, they're in the kitchen with me.

Oh! and I've got a batch cooking now if you wanna decorate your own.

[He turns off the feed, content his job was done and turns to the iPod dock he'd dragged in from his room. Inappropriate music ahoy.]m

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...And insult your intelligence by stating the obvious? I would never.

[Wallace lets out a long: pssssssssshhht. Sort of noise before slapping him on the back, returning that shit eating smile.]

Bullshit. You're not getting out of it that easily.

And what if I asked nicely?

[His brows raise wickedly and shoots him a smirk.]

Now that depends entirely on what you're willing to do to get out of this~

[A sigh. Light is willing to go along with this for now.]

Well, let's hear your ideas.

[Well, he was actually giving him a chance to list his demands?]

For one you could suck it up and accept you're now my bitch out of your own ignorance. Or.. I could just let you take this as a cautionary tale just so long as you agree to meet with me once.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Seeing as the chances of the former happening are close to zero, let's move on to your latter suggestion. I'm assuming that this meeting doesn't count.

[His grin broadens.]

You sure you're gonna like the latter any better?

It depends on exactly what you mean by "meet."

Oh, Light, really? Even in knowing my track history you remain naive? Silly boy~

I thought I might try giving you the benefit of the doubt. I should let you know though...

[He leans over and grabs a boob cookie to emphasize his point.]

I do have a girlfriend.

[Wallace lets out an unimpressed snort and shakes his head.]

I can turn any guy I want. Proven fact. You really think a girlfriend matters?

[Wallace's confidence has Light almost intrigued, though he doesn't show it. He slowly licks off a patch of icing.]

Perhaps. Perhaps not. But remember, pheromone week doesn't count.

[Oh he sees what he was doing there. Turning it into a innuendo-off. His brows raise as his right arm shoots to the side of Light's head, his forearm resting on the wall as he leans that little bit close to be anything casual. He's not talking loudly, but he isn't whispering either, a light husk to his tone as his starts ghosting his breath over Light's ear.]

I don't need the Author's influence to make me any better at what I do. I've got ten years of experience and never once has it failed me. But the fact is, if you weren't interested you wouldn't be encouraging, now would you?

[Ignoring the physical proximity, Light laughs quietly. As filthily as possible, while somehow managing to look demure, he licks off another patch of icing. He forces himself to keep a straight face at the sweetness.]

Extrapolate whatever meaning you like. It's all the same to me.

[Cocking his head and chuckling under his breath he lingers in front of Light's face, inches away from him. But he did nothing, all the while managing to conjure the illusion he was about to from out of nothing. Perhaps it was his expression, that glint in his eye, the arrogant but oh so charming smirk - the fact he'd left the last 10% for Light to move-- whatever it was. It was an art to him. One he perfected.

Though the final hint was his thumb delicately brushing over Light's bottom lip. Looking from his eyes, to his lips, then back up again.]

We'll have to see won't we?

[Light recognizes Wallace's little trick, precisely because he has used it himself. The perfect smile, the textbook use of reverse psychology that made the other person think they wanted to close the distance.. Heh. It might have even worked on another person, but Light is no such idiot. There is no hopeful fluttering heart beat here; the only sign that Light gives to acknowledge Wallace's game is an equally confident smirk. Two could easily pay this game. He parts his lips slightly, and slowly flicks his tongue over Wallace's thumbnail.]

[Then acting as though he had done nothing, he turns his head to the side, and smiles before gently pushing Wallace away.]

If you say so.

[Temporarily his brows raise. Though the surprise doesn't look like he'd just been punched between the eyes, more.. sly. It was a wonderful thrill to finally be faced with someone that was a formidable opponent in psychological warfare. However, he wasn't about to let such a gesture slide. Testing the boundaries, that's what Light was doing, provoke and see what happens - well, he'd just have to show him wouldn't he?]

Not so fast, hot shot.

[In a rather smooth turn Wallace manages to link his arm through Light's and uses his momentum against him. Once again he has Light pinned against the wall, but this time? He's blocking him in completely with both forearms pressed against either side of his head.]

I've gotta wonder about the state of affairs with your girlfriend if you're so open with your flirting.

[Of course it wouldn't have been that easy. If their first encounter had taught Light anything, it was that Wallace was relentless. At least when it came to this sort of matter. This time, however, Light is thinking clearly. The smirk stays in place, as he locks eyes with Wallace. He leans in torturously slowly, closer and closer to Wallace's lips, but changes course at the very last moment. His lips stop just before Wallace's ear as he whispers softly.]

Don't flatter yourself. It's unbecoming.

[Sadly one thing Light didn't count on was the fact that the little space between them now could easily have been used to his advantage. Slipping his arms around his waist, Wallace flips them again, so that this time Light was the one pinning him - even if Wallace was holding him there. Forcing them to remain pressed against one another he just shoots him a grin.]

Perhaps when it feels like I'm not romancing your ego, but you, I'll consider it.

Romancing? [He laughs softly.] This is your idea of romancing?
[Catching Wallace's chin with one hand, and forcing him further back into the wall with the other, Light gently rests his forehead against Wallace's.]

Try harder.

[He lets go of Wallace to twists his body around to break free of his grip.]

[Really? This was getting too interesting to just leave like this. Light was intense in that appealing manner, a control freak, in that sense he could have him eating out of the palms of his hands as soon as he learned what made him tick.]

No, this seems more like a rendition of the masochism tango right now.

[Almost to prove a point he hooks his leg around Light's forcing them both to the ground. It felt more like he was acting like a piece of ivy sticking to him at this point. A battle for dominance. Straddling his hips he gives him a victorious smug look.]

I'd get to the romancing, but really, out in public? Anyone could see us like this.

▓ Martini 11 ▓ // (forward dated after B's capture) There are worse things, perverse things // [vid]

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