To Quackity the night was fairly quiet compared to the other nights he worked at the casino. Which wasnt new.The music from downstairs could be heard, it mixed in with the crowds of people that played on the slot machines everything was becoming too much or not. He couldn't tell. He was trying to focus on the paperwork that lay scattered across his desk. But his brain couldn't recognise the words in front of him as his vision focused in and out. So he looked up from the desk and shook his head trying to wake himself up. He’d stayed awake for the past two to three days going to meetings and going over multiple piles of paperwork. His body was telling him to sleep but his mind kept him up telling him he still had things to do.
To try and wake himself up, he got up out of his chair and walked out of the room. He made his way down the stairs and walked around the casino floor trying to wake himself up. The mixture of the music, The people and the slot machines drowned his ears filling his stomach with uneasiness. The lack of sleep and the sudden feeling of dread wasn't helping the poor duck so instead of listening to the cacophony around him, he left.
He made his way towards the double doors, pushing them open and walking out. He took a deep shaky breath and began his walk. He didn't know where he was going but the silence and the cold air was helping get rid of the feeling of dread. The uneasiness he felt previously disappeared and he was now left in his thoughts. He walked for what he thought was a few minutes but in reality was an hour and a half. At that time he realised he was standing in front of the tower. The one he visited quite frequently on days like this. He went up the stairs and sat down on a bench looking at the stars above him.
The Cold nights air bit at his fingertips. He didn't seem to notice. He closed his eyes then let out another breath. Someone was behind him but he didn't seem to notice. He was too engulfed in “Hello, Darling” The man smiled
He opened his eyes and the duck smiled a small tired smile “Hi Will, How are you?”
He sat down on the bench beside him “Oh you know commiting crimes and being dashingly handsome, the usual. He smirked.
“That's good” The wind blew harder and Quackity shook. The other noticed this.bringing his arms closer to hold himself, wings unintentionally wrapping itself around the boy.
“Are you cold Ducky?” He nodded his head.
Wilbur got up and took off his jacket, wrapping it around his boyfriend, blocking the wind so he wouldn't be able anymore. Then he sat back down.
Quackity pulled the jacket closer to himself. The cold air finally leaves him be for the moment. He laid his head on his boyfriend's shoulder and closed his eyes once again. Wilbur put his arms around his boy trying to keep him warm.
He rubbed the others arms trying to heat him up. “Do you want to go inside Ducky? I know you're tired” This wasn't the first time he’s done this. It was actually a weekly occurrence. Quackity snuggled closer to the other.
“Hey handsome, let's get you to bed ok?” The other lifted his head off the others shoulder and nodded a small nod
“ok”.
Wilbur got up from his seat. He kneeled in front of the boy, back facing him “Get on Darling let go” his voice was quiet, but loud enough for the other to hear. The boy did as he was told and climbed on his back. Wilbur got up, holding quackity close to not let him fall. Quackity was still half asleep. Consciousness going in and out. He was about to pass out if you couldn't tell. Wilbur giggled when he noticed this.
He walked to the house they shared and opened the door. He walked inside and turned on the light. The house was warmer compared to the cold outside that left the boy on his back shivering an hour prior. He made his way to their bedroom and set the boy down in their bed. Taking off his shoes and pulling the blanket over him. Then he got himself ready for bed. Getting in and snuggling under the cover with Quackity. Quackity opened his eyes and pulled himself closer to Wilbur, Putting his head on the other's chest.
“Gracias Mi Amor” His voice was a whisper and his eyes closed once more.
“Anytime, Darling” He put his hand in under quackers beanie and pushed it off of his head. Messing with his hair.
The avian fell asleep, warm and content. The Other joined him later on.
