Animal Instinct - Quackbur

Absolutely Feral

Las Nevadas' lights lit up the sand desert that surrounded the countries. The sound of music and slot machines could be heard from outside the casino.

"I'm not letting you join Las Nevadas, Wilbur. You're entirely too unpredictable."

Wilbur and Quackity stood mere inches away from each other, in the midst of a heated argument. Somewhere, Tommy was roaming around Las Nevadas, admiring its beauty, completely oblivious to the argument happening. The air surrounding the two could be cut with a knife as they glared into each other's eyes, Quackity's eyes filled with pure rage and Wilbur's filled with smug mischief.

"C'mon Quackity, I'd be a wonderful addition to you're beautiful country, i'm a wonderful leader!"

"Last time you led a country, you blew it up."

"I'm a changed man, Quackity."

"I'm not risking the same fate for Las Nevadas. You should leave, Wilbur."

"C'mon birdie, you don't really think i'd do something like that, do you?"

Quackity was taken aback by the nickname, as shown by the flushed red his cheeks had taken. His vision went red as he angrily bunched Wilbur's shirt collar up in his fist.

"I said, leave."

Wilbur smirked and opened his mouth to speak, which Quackity would have absolutely none of. Quackity yanked on the taller's shirt and brought him to eye-level. Quackity was about to repeat his demand when he was entirely thrown off. As Wilbur was being pulled down, he let out a half gasp, half whimper, and his face went beet red.

"Wilbur, wh-"

Wilbur stayed hunched eye-level, and stared at Quackity like a predator eyeing its prey. The casino owner tried desperately to hide his fluffed up wings beneath his shirt. As embarrassing as it was, Quackity kind of enjoyed the way Wilbur looked at him, and found trouble looking away from Wilbur's cold, almost feral eyes. Wilbur looked like he was about to rip into Quackity's throat with his teeth and Quackity found it hot.
Fuck.

"Ew are you two kissing?"

Tommy had manifested behind Quackity, startling him out of his trance. Quackity spun around to face the blonde, and Wilbur stood upright, his shadow casted over Quackity provided by the sun behind them. The winged man shivered a bit as the cold shadow fell over him, but he ignored it.

"What? No of course not-"

"Yeah yeah, sure whatever. Can I go inside?"

"Uh, yeah sure, the door's unlocked."

"Sweet, see ya!"

Tommy turned around a little hop and took off towards the door. Wilbur had stayed silent throughout the whole interaction, which slightly scared Quackity, and he was scared of looking back at the taller. Quackity could feel Wilbur's eyes piercing his back like daggers. He tried to shake it off.  The shorter man began to hesitantly turn around when he felt cold hands grab onto his wrist. He yelped in response as he felt himself be pulled away from where he was standing.

"Wilbur, Wilbur wait where are we-"

Quackity was shut up as he turned to face Wilbur, who's glare sent a shiver down the black haired man's spine, fluffed up his wings and worse, tightened his pants. Wilbur dragged Quackity behind a random building, out of view of Tommy and the rest of Las Nevadas. Quackity stood there in shock, a blushing mess as Wilbur pinned him to the wall and glared at him from above, casting a cold shadow on the other. Thats when Quackity felt it, no, smelt it. the strong, familiar scent of fire and gunpowder that Wilbur always smelt of. Quackity always assumed it was from the TNT, but now he realized it wasn't the TNT, it was *him*. The winged man's breath hitched as he realized that Wilbur was just as horny as Quackity was, and planned to do something about it.