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It was very easy to irritate Quackity, that was basically common knowledge. He had been through so much, some public, some private, but regardless of whether someone had the full story or not, they could see how easy it was to get on Quackity's bad side. Most people walked on eggshells around him most days, which only served to piss him off more. Some may not remember the person Quackity used to be, only who he became. And even then, very few knew the full story. At the moment, only one person knew the full story and that was Quackity, who was filled with an even brighter fire in his stomach. He was enraged after the breakup, even quicker to anger. The worst part of it all was that weeks before his fateful encounter with Sapnap, he had decided to quit smoking.

He had meant to do it for a while, it was a nasty habit picked up mostly from trying to emulate the men of authority in his life during his early days of rising to power. Those men being people he completely despised, Wilbur Soot and Jschlatt. He hadn't even noticed the reason until Tommy pointed out to Quackity that he didn't like Quackity smoking around him because it reminded him of Wilbur. That... Meant something.

As easy to anger as he was, Quackity wasn't emotionless. Sure, he had spent all that time torturing Dream, but that almost felt like... Justice, in a way. Dream deserved it for all the pain he caused to everyone, the entire server, and even Quackity personally. But despite that torture, and the pain Quackity had brought upon himself, he didn't want to hurt people, especially someone like Tommy. The kid had been through so much, the least Quackity could do was make his life a little easier. And once he realized that Tommy didn't like him smoking because of Wilbur, he realized the reason why he had started smoking. Because Wilbur was smoking during Pogtopia, and Schlatt was smoking during Manburg.

Withdrawal can be a bitch though, and with the constant never ending reasons to be angry, it was building up in Quackity. He would vehemently deny such things, only getting angrier, but one person saw almost everything from the sidelines. One of the few people who knew Quackity's story so well because he was part of it.

"Wow, you slam the door extra hard these days." Wilbur taunted. Quackity whirled around with a fury in his eyes, one that only made Wilbur smirk, admiring the determined look Quackity had gained from the other side of his round glasses. Truly, it was admirable. Quackity had once been just some skinny kid in a beanie and track suit that Wilbur dismissed without a thought. Now he had grown, filled out into a man who exuded power and rage.

"What the fuck are you doing here Soot?" Quackity snapped quickly, not in the mood for Wilbur's taunts or games.

"Such a harsh tone, Big Q. I thought you let me into Las Nevadas. Don't tell me you've forgotten." He hadn't. In fact, that wasn't the problem.

"Don't be smart with me. You may be allowed into Las Nevadas, but this is still my home, that I do not recall inviting you to." Wilbur just laughed, that stupid smug laugh that haunted Quackity months ago. He missed when Wilbur was his greatest problem. Things were so much easier when all he had to worry about was some zombie trying to piss him off. Wilbur responded to Quackity's accusative tone by leaning himself more against the fine leather couch he was sat upon, and then pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and planting it between his lips.

"Have a light, Q?" He asked teasingly. Quackity barely hid his eye roll, crossing his arms over his chest while Wilbur let out a shaky laugh.

"I don't smoke anymore. If you're going to do it, at least go outside." Wilbur tilted his head to the side with a genuine look on his face, one Quackity didn't know how to interpret. It was Wilbur fitting the pieces together. Why Quackity had seemed so much angrier in the last few months.

"How long has it been since you had a cigarette, Quackity?" The duckling could only scoff as Wilbur used his name again. He seemed to love doing that, calling Quackity all of his titles every time he spoke to him. Quackity wasn't sure what is angle was, but he wasn't about to let Wilbur have any form of power over him. When he didn't get the response he desired, Wilbur stood up, flicking the lighter he carried a few times before it lit his cigarette as he walked over to Quackity. He took a long drag, and then blew out the smoke in direction of Quackity's face, which made the younger man swipe his hand in front of his face to disperse the smoke before he coughed a few times as he still inhaled some of it.

"What the fuck Wilbur?!" He snapped out, reaching to grab Wilbur's hand and tearing it away from his mouth so the cigarette burned without him. Of course, this resulted in the two being incredibly close to each other, so Quackity could still smell the smoke on Wilbur's all too close lips. The entire action lit a fire in Wilbur's usually tempered red eyes. Quackity was so good at lighting that fire. The fire that made him feel ALIVE. He was unsure of when exactly this attraction developed, whether it went back to their time together in Pogtopia, or only developed because of Quackity's new way of doing things. The anger, the bloodlust, how serious he looked was invigorating to Wilbur.

"Has it ever occurred to you, Q, that you've been so angry recently because you aren't smoking? That perhaps that was a habit picked up to relieve stress." Quackity could only roll his eyes, his grip tightening on Wilbur's wrist. Wilbur fought the shiver that threatened to go down his arm at that. His wrist was the only part of his arm exposed, and Quackity's numerous rings were dangerously cold. That was when he noticed a second detail. Quackity never wore anything on either of his ring fingers, still clearly holding out some hope for his beloveds to return to him. But on his right hand, there was a new ring, a simple silver band with some message in Spanish engraved into it.

"Did it ever occur to you that I stopped for a reason? That maybe your own brother had a hard time being around me just because the smoking reminded him of YOU?!" Wilbur should have heard those words, they should have impacted him, but he was focused on something else. Actually, a few things, but they all yielded the same result. One, the coldness of the rings on Quackity's fingers in contrast to how warm the callouses on his hands had become, the skin dry yet set in perfectly. Two, the glimmer of anger in Quackity's fake eye, one that shouldn't even be able to express emotion. Three, Quackity wasn't wearing his necklaces right now, just his tie, which was loosened, and the top few buttons of his shirt were undone, giving Wilbur the most wonderfully restricted View of Quackity's tone chest. Wilbur knew he was staring, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

"Did it ever occur to you, my dear Quackity, that I came here for your sake, and not my own?"

"What the hell does that mean?!" Wilbur moved his hand against Quackity's grip, but the shorter man remained stubborn, holding it in place.

"Do you know what shot gunning is, Quackity?" Finally, his hand faltered, and Wilbur saw the greatest sight so far. Quackity's face started to flush the prettiest pink he'd ever seen, a color he hadn't seen on Quackity's face since his revival. The two were both fully aware of the building sexual tension that existed between them since Wilbur was revived, but Quackity was always so good at hiding it, pretending that it didn't exist just to edge Wilbur. Finally, he dropped his guard. "I'll take that as a yes. If you won't actually smoke with me, at least let me relieve you of some stress through... other means."

Neither missed the implication of the way Wilbur worded it. That there was more to come from this, even if the offer was so simple. Quackity remained silent, and Wilbur could only wonder why. Somehow in all that time spent checking out Quackity, he failed to notice that the old chain with two golden bands on it was missing, not even tucked into Quackity's shirt where Wilbur normally wouldn't have seen it. His offer was made with the obvious ulterior motive, his desire for Quackity, but he still wanted to give Quackity the space he thought he might need.

"Fuck-- Wilbur, you're the worst, you know that?" Quackity spat out.

"I'm fully aware of that, Big Q. You love to remind me."

"God dammit, stop using my name in every fucking sentence!"

"Oh? Does that bother you? Would you rather me call you something else...? Like maybe, sir?" Quackity ducked his head away, his hand faltering again, clearly trying to hide the rising blush on his cheeks. He let out a slight sigh, clearly composing himself before he looked back up.

"Just-- Whatever, just do it already."

"Do it already?"

"Shot gun me you asshole!!" Wilbur laughed as Quackity removed his hand. He looked at the cigarette that was burning only slightly and grinned. While his hand returned it to his mouth so he could take a puff, the other grabbed Quackity under the chin, making him look up at Wilbur. Truly he was beautiful, only illuminated by the full moon light pouring through his enormous windows. Even if he was tense, angry, he was gorgeous. So, Wilbur happily inhaled, drew the cigarette away, and then pulled Quackity into a fiery kiss, blowing said smoke into Quackity's mouth the moment it opened.

Quackity resisted the moan that threatened to tear through him. It was painful, nearly agonizing, inhaling the smoke with no escape as Wilbur refused to break away. He just had to stand there and take it, absorbing all of the smoke until he started coughing from it, finally breaking the kiss as he gasped for air. He coughed a few times, trying to wrap his head around all of it. He was caught off guard by a lot of things, mostly how direct Wilbur was. When the idea was proposed, he thought Wilbur would just be blowing smoke onto his face, not kissing him. And what the fuck, why did it feel so good? Why did the pain make it better? Quackity had repressed these sorts of thoughts long ago, preferring to take things less kinky when he was with Sapnap and Karl, and he never got what he wanted with Schlatt. Only Wilbur could appeal to this part of himself he tried to avoid.

"Was that satisfactory, Q?" Wilbur asked, his voice laced with something dangerous. Concern. Quackity smirked at that. Wilbur should have known that when dealing with Quackity, any and all weakness shown will be used against you. And sex was no exception, at least not when someone like Wilbur was involved. Quackity knew Wilbur was just as depraved and kinky as he was, the two learned that back in Pogtopia. There was no point in acting like he wasn't enjoying this, like he didn't want it as much as Wilbur.

"It was, Wilbur." He said with a tone that sent a visible shiver down Wilbur. "So easy to get riled up, huh?" Quackity looked up at Wilbur with power in his eyes as his ringed hand traced up Wilbur's torso, making the man badly suppress a moan at such a simple touch. "All I need to do is drop my voice and you start getting excited. Don't think I haven't seen the way you react when we're fighting." Quackity's hand now wrapped around Wilbur's throat as he smirked, glancing to his side where Wilbur's hand holding the cigarette had gone limp. "Keep going, sweetie. There's a good hit or two left on that."

Wilbur let out a whimper, a completely pathetic whimper at that pet name, but he had no shame. He loved the way Quackity was taking charged, he was already getting hard just from the feeling of his rough hands and cold rings against his neck, threatening to take his breath away in a different sense. Sure, he was over half a foot taller than Quackity, but he didn't care. He wanted Quackity to control him. To use him.

He wanted to please. Wilbur took another hit, leaning down and letting Quackity meet him halfway, locking lips, and repeating the process from before. Except when Wilbur began to blow smoke into Quackity's mouth, Quackity tightened his grip on Wilbur's throat, making him let out a choked moan that made everything a little sloppier. Yet Quackity still sucked in all the smoke from Wilbur like it was a lifeline, the burn in his lungs all too addictive, even in such a small dose. When he broke away, Wilbur didn't hesitate to take the final drag off of the cigarette, not even getting the chance to prepare before Quackity dragged him down by his neck and sucking the air out of him again. It was painful for Wilbur that time, Quackity's hands grabbing hard enough to bruise his neck, yet there was no complaint from the taller man.

This time when the kiss broke, the two took a moment to assess the other. Wilbur saw that dangerous desire to dominate in Quackity's eyes, not a desire, but a need. A need Wilbur was more than ready to meet.

"Use me." Wilbur sputtered out pathetically, which made Quackity wordlessly quirk an eyebrow in a questioning manner. "Please, use my body for whatever you want."

"You want me to use you?" He asked, his voice laced with a disgust that made Wilbur's pants feel tighter. "I didn't think you could get any more pathetic, Wilbur."

"Please, sir--" How could Quackity say no to that. Keeping his hand on Wilbur's neck he walked over to the couch Wilbur was once sitting upon and took a seat himself, dragging Wilbur to the floor. Wilbur obediently followed, loving the way that Quackity's hand almost fit around him. Like it was meant to be.

"Make me feel good. You can do that, can't you?" Wilbur moved the moment that Quackity's hand left him, crawling up between his legs and making quick work of his belt and undoing his slacks. "Such a desperate whore." Wilbur keened at that, making Quackity laugh slightly, one of his hands carding its way into Wilbur's hair. Wilbur noticed it was his left hand, which still lacked a ring finger, but he had no time to focus on that, his hands unsheathing Quackity's already hard cock from its constraints.

"You're already hard..." Wilbur observed with a smug grin. Quackity just rolled his eyes, grabbing Wilbur's curly brown hair from the roots and pulling it, yanking his head back.

"I had a whore like you begging for me. Can you blame me?" Wilbur made an attempt to shake his head no, but Quackity's brutal grip held. Instead, he let out a whimper.

"Quackity..."

"What is it, slut?" Wilbur keened at the name, barely holding back another pathetic whimper.

"Please..."

"Please what? Use your words." Wilbur moaned outright at that, but still didn't move.

"Please let me make you feel good."

"Sorry sweetheart, but that won't do. Why don't you be a good boy for me and beg properly?" Wilbur let out another whorish moan, his body on fire from shame and lust. Quackity's voice was doing incredible things to him, especially with the names he was calling him.

"Please... Sir, let me suck your cock." Quackity laughed at that, tilting his head as if thinking.

"Good boy." He yanked on Wilbur's hair again, but Wilbur threw himself at Quackity, eagerly placing one hand on his thigh, and the other one wrapped around the base of Quackity's cock. The duck hybrid moaned at that, the feeling of worn leather gloved mixed with warm skin was heavenly, and something he definitely didn't realize he had a thing for until now. It didn't help that Wilbur's hands were huge, long fingers pressing against him in all the right spots. Wilbur finally granted his request and wrapped his lips around the head, making Quackity grip at his hair as a moan ripped through him. Wilbur's hand moved from Quackity's cock and rested on his other thigh, spreading Quackity's lovely muscular legs open slightly, which made Quackity start gasping slightly.

Wilbur wanted to hear more of that noise. He wanted to hear every noise Quackity could make, to make Quackity completely unravel from him. So he pressed further down, taking Quackity in slowly but surely, swirling his tongue around his length along the way, tearing more gasps and moans from Quackity. Once he had all of Quackity in his mouth, he pulled back to nearly the tip, and then pushed back down. Quackity's entire body relaxed as he moaned more openly, his grip being the only thing that remained tight and tense as Wilbur's previously slow movements became faster.

Quackity's wings flapped slightly, shuffling the leather behind him, which made Wilbur smile, despite the dick in his mouth. He continued his work, feeling Quackity relax even further as he continued to moan. Wilbur finally pulled off, which made Quackity glare down at him.

"Did I say you could stop?" Quackity said lowly. Wilbur sighed, needing a moment to catch his breath. That moment made him realize how painfully hard he was, and he pressed his thighs together to try and get some kind of friction. Quackity noticed instantly and chuckled lowly, moving his right foot slightly and pressing the ball of his foot to Wilbur's growing bulge. Wilbur moaned shamelessly at the stimulation, which only made Quackity laugh even then, a dark and sadistic laugh. "Such a desperate slut, getting off on me like this." Wilbur closed his eyes, his expression heavenly. His cheeks were flushed a bright red, his glasses sloppy, his brown and white bangs clinging to his sweaty forehead as he opened his mouth in a silent moan when Quackity put pressure on his aching cock.

"S-Sir..." Wilbur started to mutter.

"Speak up, sweetheart." Quackity snapped without a thought, making Wilbur shiver with pleasure. He nestled himself between Quackity's legs again, meaning he was no longer grinding on Quackity's foot, but his own pleasure no longer mattered.

"Want you to fuck my throat--" Wilbur finally moaned out, pressing his hands onto Quackity's now trembling thighs. Quackity threw his head back, letting out a moan at the thought, gripping onto Wilbur's hair harder.

"You sure?" Wilbur nodded. "Alright. Tap my leg twice if you need to stop, got it?" Wilbur nodded again, which made Quackity smile down at him. "Good boy." Wilbur let out a whimper at the praise, before he got to work. It was easy to fit Quackity into his mouth, thanks to Wilbur's lack of a gag reflex, but he still took it slowly, building up a steady pace before looking at Quackity with pleading eyes. Quackity took the invitation, gripping Wilbur's hair with both his hands and moving his head. Once again, it was taken slowly at first, just getting used to the feeling of controlling Wilbur. And what a wonderful feeling it was, having power over someone like Wilbur. Someone who Quackity used to fear was now below him swallowing him like a perfect whore.

The thought made Quackity buck his hips, causing Wilbur to jolt slightly, but he made no sign of protest. Quackity tried a few experimental thrusts finally, Wilbur's moans around his dick sending ripples of pleasure through his body. Ripples that turned a few experimental thrusts into a steady rhythm of rocking hips and a bruising grip on his hair that meant Wilbur had no time to breath, no chance to recover. That was just how he wanted it. What fun was sex if it didn't threaten his life?

"Fuck, Wilbur, Jesus you feel so good." Quackity moaned out, which made Wilbur let out the most pathetic whine right onto his cock, making Quackity's thrusts even harder. Quackity's pace had become brutal as his thighs began to shake. He was getting close, both of them could tell, but neither tried to stop it. Wilbur was barely breathing, spit dribbling down his chin as tears welled in his eyes, yet he continued to whine and moan around Quackity's cock, begging for more. And Quackity was ready to give it to him, thrusting into him and pulling Wilbur's head down with ferocity, shoving his cock down the back of the older man's throat. "Agh, Wilbur, fuck, I'm gonna come."

Wilbur moaned even more at that, nodding his head to answer a question Quackity hadn't even asked. Quackity laughed at that, thrusting all the way into Wilbur and holding his head down as he spoke.

"Stupid whore, I wasn't asking permission." He snapped, and Wilbur shed a tear as a shiver went through his body, thrusting up into nothing, just desperate to feel Quackity. "I want you to swallow every drop. Got it, sweetheart?" Wilbur nodded again, and Quackity grinned. He started his pace again, going straight back to his previous intensity, fucking Wilbur's throat with reckless abandon, just chasing sweet release. His moans became higher, breathier as he got close, before he let out a long moan and pushed Wilbur all the way down him, forcing his cum down the back of Wilbur's throat. He held Wilbur down, moaning and bucking his hips as he felt Wilbur swallow his come. Part of him wanted to keep Wilbur there, force him to cock warm for him, but he filed the idea away for another time.

For now, he pulled Wilbur off of him and let Wilbur catch his breath as he did the same. The entire room was way too hot, both of them sweaty as hell and still fully clothed aside from Quackity's cock. It was almost suffocating, but neither made a move to change it. Instead, Wilbur just took deep breaths, letting himself feel life flow into his body. Quackity watched him carefully, but Wilbur seemed to be fine, looking up at Quackity with thankful yet still lust filled eyes.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Big Q?" Wilbur asked, his voice somewhat horse from the beating it just endured. And yet that slight rasp made Quackity feel a strange jolt in his body.

"I did." Quackity answered simply, finally making eye contact with Wilbur after tucking his cock back into his boxers. "I think it's safe to assume that you enjoyed it as well."

"I did."

"But?"

"But... I'm still not ready to be done with you." Quackity rolled his eyes with a slight laugh.

"You wanna go all the way, huh?"

"I do. Only if you're okay with it, of course."

"I'm okay with it."

"Good. I didn't want to risk... causing any problems." Quackity glared down at Wilbur. It was something Quackity wasn't sure if Wilbur was even thinking about. It was stupid to think that Wilbur wouldn't consider it. That he wouldn't notice the new ring and the missing ones.

"If you're trying to imply something, you should say it outright." Wilbur stood up on shaky legs, wiping cum and spit off of his chin as he did.

"No big deal, I just wanted to make sure I wouldn't make your... trouble in paradise, any worse."

"Isn't Paradice your business?" Wilbur laughed at that, appreciating that Quackity was the kind of person who could joke even in this sort of scenario.

"Funny, but you know what I'm trying to say, Quackity." Quackity glanced aside, opening his mouth to speak before Wilbur interrupted him. "And don't say it's none of my business either. You and I both know I deserve to know at least something after that." Quackity let out a huff, zipping up and buttoning his slacks as the tense feeling returned to his shoulders.

"If you insist on knowing, then I'll tell you it's over. Completely."

"Completely?"

"Completely. Sapnap and Karl made their choice. That means I'm free to make my own." Wilbur nodded, before moving to Quackity and picking him up, carrying him bridal style. Quackity didn't even bother to object, letting Wilbur carry him into the bedroom without hesitation. What hurt was how careful Wilbur was being with him, laying him out on the bed with such soft intent, as if too much pressure would make him break. That didn't sit right with Quackity. "Wilbur, I just fucked your throat into oblivion, you don't have to treat me like I'm some China doll or something." Wilbur suppressed a slight laugh at his partners blunt nature, a smirk spreading across his lips.

"Do you want me to be rough with you, duckling?" Wilbur questioned, his voice dripping with a dangerous venom. The pet name both pissed Quackity off and aroused him, pissed that Wilbur remembered what it did to him after all this time, and pissed that it still made him feel so weak.

"F-Fuck you, Wilbur."

"Hm, maybe another time. For now..." Wilbur caged Quackity completely, his long lanky body covering Quackity with ease, his lips dipping down to kiss at Quackity's ear as he spoke into it. "I think I'll enjoy ravaging you." Quackity's hand moved to cover his mouth, muffling the involuntary moan that dared to slip out. Of course, this didn't sit well with Wilbur, who grabbed his hand and pulled it away. The rough leather of his gloves dragged another noise out of Quackity. He had no idea that he would be so turned on by such a small thing, yet here he was. "You have a thing for hands, don't you, duckling? I've seen the way you stare at mine, like you're dreaming of what they'll feel like."

"Fuck, Wilbur, shut up and touch me already."

"So needy~"

"Weren't you the one who begged to make me feel good? Have you changed your mind?"

"I wouldn't dream of it." Wilbur finally met Quackity, kissing him passionately, his gloved hand grabbing onto Quackity's, feeling his hand and fingers, tracing patterns into his palm in a way that had Quackity moaning into the kiss. Wilbur broke away but gave Quackity no chance to breathe as he moved to kiss his jaw, nipping on the skin slightly, making Quackity moan even louder, turning into the slightest whimper at the end. Wilbur groaned at the noise, moving his lips down to Quackity's neck and kissing it tentatively. At first, Quackity only squirmed, but as Wilbur continued, he eased into the feeling, moaning openly as Wilbur peppered his neck with kisses.

He seized as Wilbur bit into him, his arms wrapping around Wilbur's body, pulling him closer. He moaned again as he felt Wilbur's smile against his neck, before he bit down again, drawing a cry out of Quackity. One of Wilbur's hands trailed to Quackity's chest, the other one shuffling off Quackity's barely on beanie and sliding his hand through Quackity's long raven hair. His assault on Quackity's neck didn't stop as his hand started undoing the buttons on Quackity's dress shirt. It was too much, and not nearly enough, just a constant barrage of sensations and stimulation. Quackity rarely felt like someone could try take him apart like this, but Wilbur was doing it with ease. Perhaps that's why they always gravitated towards each other in some way, because Wilbur and Quackity could make each other completely helpless in a way no one else could.

"Are you enjoying yourself, sir?" Wilbur whispered against Quackity's skin as he started sliding Quackity's shirt and suspenders off his shoulders. Quackity shivered through a moan at the honorific despite the fact that Wilbur was clearly in power. He shivered further when he felt the worn and ice-cold skin of Wilbur's hands sliding across his body, combined with the slight burn of his old leather gloves. The sensations just played into Wilbur's appeal even more. Quackity was never satisfied with anyone, they were always too much of something, and not enough of the other things he needed. Not even two people were able to satiate him. And yet when Wilbur was on top of him, stripping him down and tearing apart his neck and collarbone with his teeth, Quackity wanted nothing more than to stay exactly where he was.

"I-I am..." Quackity finally whispered back, his voice a little breathier than he was expecting. "Feels so good." Wilbur smirked, trialing kisses down Quackity's now exposed chest, drawing a series of deep moans out of Quackity. Fuck, when was the last time sex felt this good? Quackity couldn't remember, but Wilbur did distinctly. For him it was about thirteen and a half years ago, shortly before his death. The last fling he had before ending it all. With a heartbroken vice president in the walls of an echoey ravine that had become his mental prison.

But he was free from that now, and he had the second chance at making Quackity feel as incredible as he deserved to. He wasn't about to ruin that chance.

"Good boy. You deserve to feel good." Wilbur muttered as he littered Quackity's chest with bites. As always, Quackity felt utterly torn between feelings of pleasure thanks to Wilbur. He arched his back as Wilbur's bite gave him that perfect amount of pain, but Wilbur's sweet words made him feel fuzzy and loved, which wasn't too far away from the feeling of pain at this point, but they were still different for now.

"I-I... Deserve it?" Quackity's question made Wilbur tilt his head up, an odd smile on his face, a cloudy look in those crimson eyes. Part of Wilbur wanted to tease Quackity for it, shame him for fishing for praise in such an obvious way. Quackity has been known to enjoy such treatment before, but the sincerity in Quackity's voice warmed Wilbur so much he couldn't resist the temptation. He could never resist Quackity.

"You deserve the world, duckling. You deserve to be treated right, by people better than me, better than anyone. You deserve to be worshiped and appreciated for everything that you are." Quackity was moaning almost pathetically now, the praise mixing with a strange love for Wilbur in his head, confusing and arousing him. Wilbur's hands traced down Quackity's torso, making the male whine at the sensation. "Such a pretty body, so perfect." He whined again, bucking his hips up slightly. That action caught Wilbur's attention, brought a smirk to his face, and made him move his leg so it was slotted up against Quackity's crotch, leaning forward slightly so his thigh pressed right against him.

"F-Fuck, oh my god, Wilbur, ah--" Quackity was a rambling mess, clearly being easily overstimulated. It had been way too long since he got any action, and even longer since it felt this rewarding. Wilbur resisted the temptation to laugh, and instead opted to wrap one hand around Quackity's throat, making Quackity moan out again.

"Remember to tap out if I got too far." Wilbur reminded him in a slightly stern voice. Quackity nodded slightly, tapping his arm twice. Wilbur smiled warmly at that, rewarding Quackity's good behavior with a kiss. Quackity pressed against his lips desperately, his hands coming to the sides of Wilbur's face to hold him there. The action was so adorable Wilbur rewarded him again, this time pressing his fingers into the sides of Quackity's neck, before pressing his palm against his Adams apple. Without the kiss being broken, Quackity moaned against Wilbur's lips, his hands moving to Wilbur's hair to wrap themselves in brown curls. Quackity was a complete mess, riding a ridiculously addictive high, and Wilbur was more than ready to provide as much of that drug that Quackity wanted.

Wilbur finally broke away from the kiss and eased his hand only slightly, letting Quackity breathe for a moment. He painted, gasping for air and so grateful to have it again. He opened his eyes to look at Wilbur and let out a slight scoff.

"Is there a problem, duckling?" Wilbur asked lowly.

"There is." Quackity replied, his left hand moving from Wilburs hair to carefully remove his incredibly fogged glasses. He made a point of folding them neatly, treating them with care, before tossing them aside, not even flinching when they clattered on the ground. "Much better." There was a new kind of fire lit in Wilburs now completely visible and brilliant red eyes.

"You know, those could have broken." Wilbur started, his hand starting to just slightly press on the sides of Quackity's neck, not cutting him off yet, but threatening.

"So what? I can replace them." Wilbur let out a chuckle at that, his hand finally pressing in the way that cut off air, making Quackity's moan turn into a cut off gasp of pleasure.

"I don't think that'll be enough, Quackity. I think you need to be taught a lesson." Wilburs voice was dangerously low, and Quackity was dangerously in love with it. He wanted to hear more of it.

"What're you gonna do, punish me?" He asked tauntingly, inviting Wilbur to do his worst. The taller man chuckled, before his hand surged with energy and pinned Quackity down full force with just a hand on his throat. Quackity practically writhed at that as both his hands went to grab at Wilburs wrist, but he didn't tap out. Far from it, his hands were there to keep Wilbur in place.

"How cute." Wilbur said with a click of his tongue. "You really must be desperate to be tempting me so." Wilburs free hand started moving across Quackity's body as his leg ground down against Quackity's erection. He whined out pathetically, barely able to moan with restricted breathing. "Do you know that, duckling? You're irresistible." Quackity's back arched in pleasure at the words, making Wilbur chuckle.

"You are." Wilbur continued, digging his nails into Quackity's side. "You constantly tempt every one around you. Its like the entire server wants their hands on you, and yet I'm the only one who gets it." Normally Quackity would have shot back, snapped something about how Wilbur is the only person who's seen Quackity like this, but he wasn't wrong either. He was the only person in the server right now who could get Quackity like this.

And regardless of logistics, Quackity was already lost, his breathing shaky and barely existent between moans of pleasure and gasps for air. Wilburs nails started dragging across his skin, cold and dead nails raking hot lines of pleasure across his chest.

Finally, it was too much. Quackity's hand tapped twice, and the moment the second tap made contact, Wilbur released him.completely, standing back and admiring his work as Quackity caught his breath. His neck was covered in bruises, both hickies and ones left by too strong fingers. His chest was similarly covered in bruises, accompanied by bright red lines that dragged across his entire torso. His face was flushed a bright red, hair sticking to his forehead and jawline from sweat. He looked completely ruined, and Wilbur only wanted more.

"Jesus Wilbur..." Quackity finally gasped out with a hoarse laugh.

"Is something wrong, Q?" Wilbur asked, his voice barely laced with concern. The emotion was there, but small enough that if Quackity wanted to, he could ignore it. Ignore the creeping feeling of love on the edge of every thing Wilbur did and just get the pleasure from it.

"No, nothins wrong." He took a deep breath. "You're just intense."

"Are you saying I'm too much for you?" Quackity grinned, sitting up and pulling Wilbur into a kiss.

"Far from it." He kissed Wilbur again, rewarding him by threading one hand through his hair and yanking slightly. Wilbur whimpered at the feeling, already slipping into a more submissive role. "You know exactly how to make me feel good, pretty boy."

The name sent shivers through Wilbur, and he was gone in seconds. Fuck, it felt so good to hear someone like Quackity call him that. Someone so gorgeous, attention grabbing, and powerful thought Wilbur, who was basically a zombie, was pretty. He craved more of that feeling, more of that bittersweet validation from Quackity. He knew that it ultimately didn't mean anything, that this was just another fling, not their first, and probably not their last. But for just a moment he could dream that Quackity seriously admired him in such a way.

"Be a good boy and prep me, okay? You can do that, can't you?" Wilbur nodded quickly, his hands already finding Quackity's belt and undoing it. While he worked on that, Quackity carelessly removed Wilburs clothes, tossing his jacket and sweater to the ground the moment they were off of him. Greedy hands covered Wilbur, tracing across his lean muscles and dancing around the scar in his stomach. It was clear that Quackity was both selfish and admiring, his hands just needing skin to touch, and his mind needing it to be Wilbur.

Quackity broke away and laid back down so Wilbur could pull off his pants, quickly followed by his own. He didn't even ask Quackity before leaning to the right bedside table and opening the top drawer, letting out an amused chuckle at the contents.

"What's so funny?" Quackity questioned knowingly.

"I didnt realize you owned so many toys." Wilbur commented as he grabbed the bottle of lube from the collection Quackity had.

"Ah, well, when no one is able to satisfy me, I need to find something to make myself feel good." Wilbur popped open the cap of the bottle, coating his fingers in a generous amount as desire swirled in his eyes.

"I'd say that's changed." Wilburs hand moved so his fingers were just at Quackity's entrance, making him shake with slight anticipation. "That perhaps you've found someone to satisfy you."

"Perhaps. You're doing well so far." Wilbur chuckled again, leaning over Quackity, keeping his hand hovering over Quackity's entrance as his other hand gripped his thigh, pulling his legs apart slightly.

"How cute. You always are so good at being in control, aren't you?" Quackity squirmed slightly, pushing his hips toward Wilburs fingers, which made him pull away slightly.

"Wilbur, I swear to god--"

"Ah, be a good duckling. You know what to do." Quackity let out a frustrated groan, trying to move again, which resulted in Wilbur's hand that was resting on his thigh to move forward fast, grabbing his hip hard enough to hurt and pinning him still.

"Come on Wil--"

"I said I was going to punish you, didn't I?"

"Y-You can't just leave me like this!!"

"You know Quackity, I think I am very much capable of leaving you right here, forced to pleasure yourself like you have for so many nights before." Quackity's body squirmed as he let out a whine, before a single word slipped through his lips. "What was that? I'm afraid I couldn't hear you."

"I said please, dammit, you're driving me insane!!" Wilbur's grin was completely sadistic, it was clear that he wanted nothing more than to take Quackity apart piece by piece. He rewarded Quackity only briefly by sliding the tip of his index finger in, making Quackity moan slightly, before gasping as he realized that Wilbur wasn't moving any further.

"That was a good start, but you know how to beg properly, don't you?" Quackity was caught. There was a chance he could take power back here with the right words. He could always take power back from Wilbur, and he wouldn't complain. But an anticipated shiver went up his spine at the idea of truly letting go, letting someone else be in control for once. This was about finally being satisfied by someone, wasn't it? Why not let himself go?

"Please..." He whimpered out; his voice somewhat broken as tears began to fill his eyes. "Please Wilbur, please fuck me, please!" Wilbur's eyes only became wilder as his grin widened. He loved Quackity like this.

"Good boy." His finger shoved almost completely in, only stopping at the point that it met Wilbur's glove. Quackity's moan was broken and desperate, loud and unapologetic in nature.

"Fuck, thank you, feels so--ah!-- feels so good!" Quackity rambled on as Wilbur's finger started moving in and out, pressing against his walls carefully. Fairly easily he wiggled his second finger in, making Quackity's moans pick up in both pace and volume. He could barely even speak anymore, his cries of pleasure like a symphony to Wilbur, filling his ears with the most delightful sounds in the world. It didn't take much longer before he deemed Quackity stretched enough, and removed his fingers, causing the younger man to whine ever so softly.

"Shh, don't worry duckling, you'll feel good soon." Wilbur cooed, and his voice was so soft, so loving, it sent Quackity even further into his own headspace. For the briefest moment, Wilbur reminded him of Sapnap; soft voice, strong gloved hands, and ever so loving and doting. When he readjusted his eyes, he remembered exactly why the two were different, and why he liked that difference. Because Sapnap would never hurt Quackity, he would never leave bruises on him or intentionally harm him, no matter how much Quackity might have wanted it. But seeing the red lines of scratches, the bruises on his hip from Wilbur's grip, and the fact that Wilbur was eyeing him up and appreciating his work in such a way was the difference. Wilbur understood why Quackity enjoyed this because he felt the same way.

"W-Wil..." He muttered out meekly. "Please..." Wilbur hummed as he lined himself up with Quackity.

"So desperate, it's adorable." He reached down and kissed Quackity so softly it almost hurt. "I promise to make you feel good." And with that promise, Wilbur thrust in, causing both men to let out loud and low moans. Quackity's wings fluttered as he tried to get a bit more control over himself, but the moment he started to come down from the initial contact, Wilbur pushed in more, making it nearly impossible to gather his thoughts between pleasured moans and desperate cries for more.

Wilbur finally bottomed out, letting out the most intoxicating moans as he felt Quackity adjust to him. It was so warm, being in such close proximity to another person. Wilbur missed this warmth dearly, recalling times he spent freezing in the train station desperately trying to remember what his last time with Quackity felt like, what it felt like to be alive and capable of feeling the touch of another person. He finally had it, and it was wonderful. He selfishly desired more. Lucky for him, Quackity was the same.

"Y-You... Can move..." Quackity breathed out, his head starting to feel fuzzy. Wilbur smiled down at him, placing one hand on Quackity's hip to hold him in place, and placing the other hand around his neck again. Not putting pressure but leaving it there as a reminder. A reminder that Quackity could have more. All he had to do was ask.

"Yes sir." Wilbur answered, pulling out about halfway, before snapping his hips back in. Quackity whined at the feeling, his mouth falling open slightly as Wilbur continued. His pace was slow, thrusts careful and searching. Finally, he pounded in the right spot that made Quackity arch his back and see stars, a near scream tearing through his body. Wilbur's hand on his neck tightened, cutting off the moan as Quackity writhed in pleasure.

Once that spot was found, Wilbur's pace increased in intensity and speed. He fucked into Quackity like there was no tomorrow, knowing that anyone who happened to be nearby could hear, knowing that Quackity was practically screaming in pleasure, and he loved that. Loved the idea of people knowing that the leader of Las Nevadas, the only real country on the server, was panting and begging around Wilbur's cock like a slut. After a while, his hand moved from Quackity's throat and instead tenderly traced across the edge of his ever so small wings.

Quackity was gone. His wings were always his weakest point, something that he almost never let people touch. Wilbur had never even touched them before. The last person who had their hands on Quackity's wings was Schlatt, who grabbed them with force and threatened to break and tear the delicate appendages. Quackity felt like it was a miracle he even had wings after that night. But Wilbur's long fingers were so cautious, clearly wanting Quackity to feel good.

"Fuck, Wilbur, I-I'm gonna--" Quackity could barely speak as Wilbur only got more brutal with his thrusts, but his hands remained ever so gentle on Quackity's clearly sensitive wings.

"M-Me too--"

"Wilbur!!" Quackity came with the final cry of Wilbur's name, his entire body spasming as his orgasm wrecked through him. Wilbur thrust a few more times, before he spilled out into Quackity with a low groan. The two stayed like that for a moment, both shaking slightly as they struggled to catch their breaths.

Wilbur was the first to move, pulling out of Quackity with a slight pant, sitting back again for a moment. After breathing, remembering he was alive, Wilbur stood up and moved into another part of the house.

Quackity only came to when Wilbur was gone, and a sickening feeling settled in his stomach. One he was all too familiar with, abandonment. He shouldn't be too surprised, Wilbur did say he just wanted to make Quackity feel good, and he followed through on that promise. There was no guarantee he would stick around. In Quackity's life, there was never a guarantee that anyone would stick around. He should've expected to be left like this, fucked out and covered in his own cum, breathless and worthless. He'd been left like this so many times before, even by someone he promised the rest of his life to. He wasn't engaged or married to Wilbur; Wilbur had no obligation to stick around. No reason to.

Quackity's limited vision and confirmation bias turned against him in this moment. While he stared at the ceiling as tears brimmed in his eyes, he failed to notice that Wilbur was very much not gone, his clothes and glasses still littered across the floor. Quackity didn't realize this until Wilbur returned, a damp rag and a clean blanket in his hands.

"Sorry it took me so long; I couldn't find a clean blanket anywhere." Wilbur admitted as he knelt on the bed and started to clean Quackity off. Quackity whimpered in a way Wilbur didn't quite understand. He didn't get that Quackity wasn't expecting him to come back. He didn't understand the idea that someone could just leave Quackity like this. For Wilbur, providing even this minimal amount of care was essential, it was promised. Quackity fought oncoming tears, making Wilbur pull away quickly, fearing he had done something wrong.

"Fuck..." Quackity whispered out, moving one of his arms to cover his eyes. "I'm sorry..."

"What are you apologizing for?" Wilbur questioned softly. Quackity felt pathetic, about to cry in front of Wilbur, over something so simple. "Quackity?"

"I-It's nothing." He insisted, sitting up suddenly and glancing around the room for his discarded clothes. The moment he moved to grab them; Wilbur stood in his way.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice filled with so much love it hurt. Quackity had to tell himself it was fake. This was another one of Wilbur's games, he was just trying to mess with him.

"It's nothing." Quackity repeated. Wilbur barely contained his eye roll, his hands moving to Quackity's shoulders, so he lightly shoved him back onto the bed. Quackity let out a noise of protest, but there was a dark glare in Wilbur's eyes now. Suddenly he was terrifying, terrifying enough that Quackity sat still on his bed as Wilbur gathered their clothes into a neater pile on the floor, and then went through Quackity's dresser, throwing the boy a set of pajamas.

"You're not used to getting cared for." Wilbur finally said, sliding on a pair of sweatpants that clearly didn't fit him, he just wanted to be wearing pants before he got any kind of emotional with Quackity. The duck hybrid froze slightly at the words, already dressed in the set Wilbur gave him, but clearly out of his element here. "Did you really think I was going to leave you like this?"

"Don't fucking talk to me like that." Quackity snapped in response.

"Talk to you like what?"

"You stupid condescending asshole! Do you know how to do anything than just ask a question?! Quit pretending that you're so damn high and mighty!" Wilbur scoffed in response, sitting next to Quackity without saying a word. "Well, answer me!!" Wilbur sighed again, placing a gentle, ungloved hand on Quackity's head.

"Please..." He whispered too softly. It hurt. Quackity didn't even know where to begin. He wanted to keep talking, but Wilbur's single plea held him back. "I asked that question because I didn't... I didn't realize how bad it was." Quackity jerked back, clearly taken aback by Wilbur's words.

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" He muttered, losing some of his edge.

"You thought I left you. You thought I was going to leave you high and dry after treating you like that."

"Everyone who's ever done that to me has left me. Can you blame me?"

"No... I can't. It just hurts to know that's what your expectations are. I meant everything I said, you know. It wasn't just some dirty talk to make you feel better in the moment." Quackity fell silent, unable to exactly process what Wilbur was saying. He was so unused to affection. Even when he was with Sapnap and Karl, it never felt right. It always felt like the two gave him affection for the sake of it, to fill the hole left by Schlatt. He just didn't understand that someone could be genuine anymore.

"So what?" Quackity finally snarled out, letting out a slight pained laughed with it. "First guy who treats me right and it's a psychopath zombie. Clearly I'm doing great." Wilbur laughed slightly at the crude wording, before shifting closer to Quackity, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"I'd say that isn't too bad. Afterall, the guy who's treated me best is a pseudo-capitalist." Quackity was about to fight Wilbur, to object to his words by saying there had to be someone better, but what the hell did he know? He was just one part of Wilbur's sex life. One, now two flings. Wilbur only knew about all of Quackity's life because he was involved in it or a nosy fucking asshole. "I find it strange, however. I would've assumed at least Sapnap and Karl would've treated you right."

"Karl didn't really wanna have sex. Said it wasn't his cup of tea. Sapnap... He just... He cared for me too much, if that makes sense."

"I'm afraid it doesn't." Quackity groaned, irritated that he had to explain this.

"I mean, it's like he was constantly worried that he was going to hurt me, kept asking me if I was okay, praising me just for answering a question!"

"He was smothering you."

"Like that wasn't the exact same problem I had before." Quackity adjusted how he was sitting, opting to lie down fully with his head propped up slightly against the pillows. "Thanks for the talk, and the sex."

"Why are you talking like I'm about to leave?" Wilbur questioned, moving so he was lying down and only inches from Quackity.

"Are you not about to leave? I mean, you got what you came for." Wilbur shook his head in disbelief

"You never learn, do you, Quackity?" He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, before pulling Quackity in to cuddle against his chest. Despite temptation, Quackity didn't fight him. Just sat there, rigid and confused. "I'm here because you need someone to take care of you for once, instead of worrying about everything else. I'm not done taking care of you." Quackity let out a small whimper, before wrapping his arms around Wilbur with a sigh.

"You're the worst, you know that?"

"You love to remind me."

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