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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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[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.

[This bastard doesn't know when to quit. Light is becoming increasingly tempted to punch the smirk off Wallace's face, but that would have made quite a boring, low-grade resolution to this little game.]

And what- god, you're heavy- ever happened to flowers and sweet nothings as a means of courting? Not that I want these things from you, you understand.

[The words are offered as a distraction. Light's hands snake up towards Wallace's midsection, as he uses the centrifugal force of his whole body turning to pin Wallace's back against the floor. A perfect role reversal. He offers his own cocky smile, as he casually shifts his weight forward, seemingly accidentally rubbing against Wallace's crotch before standing up and brushing off his hands.]

[He would have replied, but that crotch grind knocked the breath out of him, eyes widening. He couldn't remember the last time he got laid, so that, mixed in with their suggestive atmosphere and Light's hi-jinxes? That.. didn't bode well for Light's chances of getting away.
Snarling his eyes narrowed, glowering. His body acted on it's own. With an acidic sort of cruelty, his arm shot out, his hand clamping like a vice on Light's ankle.]

Don't think you're getting away that easily kid.

[With a hard yank he hoisted his leg out from under him, sending him to the floor once more.]

I'm good with letting some things slide, but that? You got another thing coming.

[Somehow, Wallace figured, Light was way out of his depths right now.]

[Light throws his arms out in front of him avoiding damage to his face, but his good natured mood is completely gone. Wallace's behavior had gone completely beyond the realms of their twisted game; now Light is being forced to play. Something he did not like one bit. He speaks in an eerily calm tone of voice.]

Don't be a brute. You'll never get what you want that way.

[Licking his lips he sits up, his brow raised. He wasn't about to be childish and point the finger screaming he'd started it. But at the same time, Light had been asking for it.]

You know as well as I do, this stopped being just for fun when you brought that kinda contact into it. I'm pretty sure you know you're in over your head.

[In over my head? Tch. And just what did Wallace know? Had Wallace ever played deadly mind games with the best detective on the planet and actually come out the victor? Light doubted it. He had absolutely no idea what Light was capable of. True, the nature of that game may not have been sexual, but no matter what the game, Light did not lose. He never lost. He laughs pleasantly enough.]

Sure.

[Shifting himself back to his feet, he offers out his hand to Light. Put it down to horseplay getting a bit out of control. Boys would be boys after all right? He'd just have his revenge later.]

Truce?

[Light hesitates for a moment, giving Wallace a suspicious look. A truce. Clearly, Wallace hated losing... they at least shared that in common. He smiles and then accepts the proffered hand, hoisting himself up.]

Truce. ...And I suppose while we're agreeing not to be so... ah, special, shall I say, to one another, you aren't a bad cook.

[Sure, he got frustrated if he lost, but so did anyone. He was just looking to be diplomatic at this point. It was meant to be in the name of fun right? Best clear up any hard feelings, because hey, Light wasn't that bad - just needed to unwind a bit.]

Heh, thanks. I try, nothing better than knowing that you're not gonna kill someone with what you make.

Wanna help me make a new batch or are you too cool for that shit, hot shot?

[Far too cool actually, but Light isn't about to let Wallace know that by refusing. At least directly anyway.]

Oh? But I would much rather watch the master at work.

[Uh huh, yeah he still sees through that mister.]

Well then, mister too-cool-for-school, what do you want me to make to appease your voyeuristic tendencies?

...Excuse me?

You said you wanted to see a master at work. Gimmie a challenge.

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

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