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(AU)(F)(A) Royal Assassination - Part 2

Wilbur tilted his head, blinking almost innocently. Traces of confusion could be seen on his face, along with concern and something else that couldn't be defined. "What is it? Are you okay?"

Quackity slipped his hands under his mask, putting them on his face, out of complete embarrassment. “Nothing- it’s nothing- I’m fine- mhm- totally fine-“

"You sure? You seem..... flustered, I think would be the right word?" Wilbur asked, standing up and walking over to Quackity. He leaned over a bit so that he was closer to the other's level, his face unbearably close to Quackity's.

Quackity didn’t realize how close Wilbur was, slipping his mask off since it was once again getting uncomfortable. There’s no escape to the unco-
“hOLY SHIT YOU’RE CLOSE-“ he suddenly screeched, finally realizing how fucking  c l o s e  Wilbur was.

Wilbur flinched backwards, stumbling back before laughing.
"Sorry about that! I was just worried." He said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. "Didn't mean to startle you!"

Quackity leaned backwards, pressing against the chair, his face beaming red. He stared at Wilbur, eyes wide, thoughts racing through his mind.
“It- um- it’s- okay-“

"You're really cute, y'know." Wilbur said, a smirk spreading on his face. He was messing with Quackity intentionally now, that much was clear. This little shit- He's lucky he has the pretty privilege.

“I-“ Quackity froze up, just- d y i n g .  He blinked profusely, the blush on his face only becoming more apparent. He completely forgot about his mask, letting out a wheeze. Gay panic.

"Of all the people who want me dead, I got lucky that it was you-an adorable, beautiful, interesting man-who decided to come into my room and try to take me out." Wilbur said flirtatiously. He got close to Quackity again, leaning in close enough for his startlingly cool breath to be felt against Quackity's lips. He definitely knew what he was doing at this point, trying to get Quackity even more flustered.

Quackity just stared into Wilbur’s eyes, seeing his own reflection on them. He sputtered random syllables out, literally just breaking. He suddenly wrapped his arms around Wilbur’s neck, pulling the other close, just kissing him. Quackity had clearly gotten done with the teasing, just deciding to take the leap of faith and  m w a h .

Wilbur was surprised, though wrapped his arms around Quackity's waist. He kissed the assassin back, pressing him against the chair below him. It felt..... weird, being entirely honest. Wilbur had never kissed anyone before, really. He had never been allowed to. This kiss, it held a certain amount of heat and danger to it. He knew that if someone walked in right now, both him and Quackity would be in BIG trouble. But Wilbur didn't try pulling away, too caught in the spur of the moment and going against everything his parent, governesses, EVERYONE really had taught him in his 24 years of life.

Quackity soon pulled away, though kept hold of Wilbur. He narrowed his eyes at Wil, huffing.
“Pretty privilege,” he muttered, holding Wilbur close to him. He seemed to keep his wings securely folded against his back, though, as if he didn’t want them to be touched.

"If you say so." Wilbur responded, chuckling. Despite his cool demeanor and generally guarded features, his cheeks were still warm and red with blush. He felt strange in a mostly good way. He looked away from Quackity, tugging the collar of his own shirt up to cover the bottom part of his face. He held onto the comfortable fabric, staring off into space with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows. Someone he just met...... Was he falling for this man who'd just tried to kill him a few minutes earlier?

Quackity huffed, pulling Wilbur down and just letting the prince lay on him. He stared up at the ceiling, growing lost in thought. Literally only about Wilbur. Nothing else. Only  W i l b u r .  The blush didn’t seem to fade from his face, and he took a small breath, only to just let it out again, except it seemed a bit shaky as he exhaled. Gay man. He sprawled his wings out, letting them sorta just lie next to him, the feathers ruffling slightly.