<~Enemies?~> ~Quackbur~

Chapt,6

Wilburs POV:

Quackity has become more harsh toward me, he wants Tommy on his side but I need Tommy on mine. Tommy is drawn to luxury and shiny stuff, it's a gene from our father, so when he sees Las Nevadas he is in awe.

I've decided to set up a van, again , but like a food truck instead of drugs. I need workers though.

Narrator POV

Quackity made his way to the sign to check around the area for any damage and was greeted by wilbur.

"What do you want fish fucker?"
"Oo snappy today aren't we ducky?"
"Answer the question."
"Can i not see my beloved rival?"
"No. Now piss off."
"Ducky~" Wilbur said in a whine as Quackity turned and began to walk away.
"Wait for me!"Wilbur called catching up rather easily. Quackity could only groan.
"Listen if you want to come here as a customer that's fine. If it's for business make an appointment, any other reason don't bother."
"Well i'm here as a customer."
"Mhm."
"Where's the bar?"
"Down that street."
"Thank you ducky~"
"If i find you lingering around my penthouse i will kill you."
"Ok!"
Wilbur looked very happy to know he could still have alcohol but with his recent diagnosis he could become manic at any point.
"I have to be careful. Don't over drink." He murmured to himself.
"WILBUR OF L'MANBURG HELLO!"
"What the fuck?"
"HELLO I AM CHARLIE! I AM A FRIEND OF QUACKITY OF LAS NEVADAS!"
"Uh huh"
"GOODBYE"
"Bye?"
———-At the bar————
Wilburs POV

The bars aesthetic matched the rest of Las Nevadas and even the drinks where themed. I decided to just get vodka.
"Here you go!"
"Thanks."
"Tab?"
"Yeah put it on Mr.HQ's."
"Are you a friend?"
I froze and then thought of a plan.
"I'm more than a friend."
"Oh! Well sure! That's on his tab."
That's what you get feathers.

Narrator POV
Hours had passed and Wilbur was now completely hammered. He was slurring his words and couldn't walk straight.
"Sir? Want me to call Mr.HQ?"
"Ducky? Mhmmm"
"Ok?."
.....
"Hi Mr.HQ i have your um..Lover? At the bar may you come pick him up, he's far gone drunk."
"Sure." Quackity was livid. Wilbur had been calling himself his Lover?!
—-/
"Where is he?"
"Ducky~" Wilbur said attempting to walk over to him.
"Wtf. Um i mean Hi..."
"Let's*hic* goooo"
"Bye bye?"
"Have a good night Mr!" The bartender shouted as they two left.
"Ducky?"
"Mhm"
"Can we go to sleep?"
"Sure?." Quackity brought wilbur to his penthouse and said he could sleep on the sofa.
"Noooo!"
"Wilbur."
"I wanna stay with youuuuu"
Quackity couldn't help but get flustered.
"No, stay here whilst i get changed."
"Fine.."
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"WILBUR WHAT THE FUCK?"
Quackity was only in his jeans and Wilbur had strolled in.
"Hi Feathersss~"
"New nickname huh?"
"Only for my Darlinggg~"
"..."
"Listen will whatever you're doing you should just stop because im getting annoyed."
"oh." Wilburs whole mood changed. He was now frustrated. He was being (drunkingly) affectionate.
"Just , i don't know , go home?"
"Is that really how you see me?"
"What?"
"I give my affection and you despise it?"
"...."
"Huh Ducky? I couldn't hear you?"
"No.."
Wilbur walked over and grabbed his chin.
"Don't hesitate."
"No. That's not how i see you."
"Then kiss me."
"W-What?!"
"Prove it."
"Will this is absurd. We're rivals, Business partners."
"That funky blob guy is absurd and he still is around you."
"Charlie?"
"Mhm."
"Listen will i'm tired."
"Get in bed then." He said letting go of the younger man.
He did as told and got in bed but when he turned around wilbur was taking of his coat.
"What are you doing?"
No reply.. He took of his jumper revealing the bandages torso and severely scared back. Quackity stared then looked away. Wilbur noticed but was too drunk to care.
"Go to sleep feathers."
"What are you doing?
"Getting into bed?"
"Sofa."
"bed."
"Sofa will."
"You didn't kiss me. This makes up for it."
"I hate you."
"Mhm~"
Wilbur got into the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. Quackity turned around to see his rival. 'What the fuck' is all he could think.

Quackitys POV
He still has his glasses on. Will he wake up if i take them off? Hopefully not.

Narrator POV
He took them and Wilbur groaned, as quackity turned around to his side wilbur latched onto his hips and pulled him close.
"Will?"
.....
Quackity stared at the ceiling. Never would he have thought that he would sleep with a man 9 years older than him.

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A/N:
Ballz. Anyway If the story includes any smut it will in no way be detailed as i am unaware of the creators boundaries in that area and until then i will not write any <3