Wilbur's dirty secrets-Quackbur

Chapter 1- Visit from an old friend

Quackity sat at his dark oak desk envisioning the future of his country. He scanned through the papers before him, signing each one with a familiar scrawl he knew all too well. These days he spent a lot of time cooped up in his office signing endless documents, careful to study the fine print thoroughly. A firm knock at the door lifted Quackity's gaze from the words before him. Curious to see who would require a word with him at such late hours, he called out "Come in". The door swung open to reveal a tall slim man with curly brunette hair hanging across his face. The tall man wore a yellow cardigan with small blood splatters littering across it, black jeans and a maroon coloured beanie squashing down his mop of messy hair. The man leaned against the door frame and stared at Quackity, his eyes taking in every section of his small body. Quackity sat at a loss of words scanning the man up and down. "W-wilbur?" He squeaked in shock. "The one and only" The tall man chuckled in his low enchanting voice. Quackity sprung from his seat trying not to look too eager as he made his way around the desk sitting on the front of it. Wilbur smirked at Quackitys obvious excitement and walked forward placing his hands on either side of the small man. He leaned in and grinned in Quackity's face. "Miss me?" He teased his face curling into an even larger grin. Quackity's expression mimicked Wilbur's, twisting into a smirk, "Wouldn't you like to know" Wilbur giggled lightly at the sudden burst of confidence from the man in front of him. "I don't wanna' know, How about you show me instead" Wilbur taunted. Quackity leaned forward and connected their lips as his hands snaked around Wilbur's waist pulling him in between his thighs. Wilbur deepened the kiss, his hands interlacing with the hair that peaked out from beneath Quackitys beanie.

A Loud knock at the door startled them. Wilbur detached himself from Quackitys lips as he remembered the reason for the visit. "Who is it?" Quackity demanded annoyance, spiking his voice. A tall blond child entered the room with a short brunette and an extremely tall creature with split dyed black and white hair. The three children stood by the fireplace surveying the room. "Quackity, I'm afraid my visit wasn't a pleasure visit" Wilbur avoided eye contact with the small man as he turned to look at the three children behind him. Quackity chuckled lightly, feeling slightly hurt that Wilbur hadn't come to just see him. "Look at you Wilbur, You pathetic man, Always turning to me to dig you out of the dumb shit you get yourself into" Wilbur smirked again leaning on the desk "God I love it when you talk to me that way" he whimpered making direct eye contact with Quackity. "Jesus Christ," The Blonde child exclaimed. "Come on boy's we better wait downstairs" The children filed out of the room and down the stairs. "What do you want, Wilbur?" Quackity sighed, dropping into his seat. "Tommy has been accused of murder" Quackity snickered. "That kid is always doing stupid shit, Did he do it?" Wilbur's expression changed shooting Quackity a stern look. "No he didn't" Wilbur replied sharply with a long sigh as he made his way to Quackity's alcohol cupboard. "Yeah? And how the hell would you know whether he did it or not? You seem to be spending all your "precious" time concocting a new plan to piss someone off" Wilbur quietly poured himself a tiny cup of tequila before tipping it into his mouth. He savoured the feeling of the spicy liquid trickling down the back of his throat. He then turned to Quackity with a gigantic smirk plastered across his face. "I know Tommy didn't do it...because I did" He professed with a small hiccup and a giggle. Quackity mentally facepalmed as he leaned backwards in his chair, rolling his eyes. Quackity gulped and asked "So what do you want ME to do?" Wilbur walked forward and put his hand on the arms of Quackity's chair. "We just need a room in your luxurious new hotel" Quackitys face fell "Not possible" he confessed, frowning. Wilbur's expression beckoned for him to continue. "The hotel's not even near finished" He paused thinking about his options. "But I do have an extra room down the hall, But it would only fit the boys...." Quackity wracked his brain for any ideas but Wilbur interrupted his thoughts. "Perfect" Wilbur exclaimed "I'll stay with you"

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