He pushed himself up from the floor, brushing the dust off his pants as he reached for the doorknob. The copper cooled down his sweaty palms. He took a deep breath and twisted the knob throwing himself through the opening the door had just created. He flew down the hall striking Wilbur with surprise as he straddled the tall man's lap. He held his gaze for a second, Q's breath was heavy. He forcefully connected their lips. He deserved better than Karl and Sap. Wilbur might not be "better" than Karl and Sap. But Wilbur definitely treats him better. He deepened the kiss adding tongue to this messy equation. A loud knock at the door startled the both of them. "Fuck" Wilbur groaned removing his hands from their position on Quackitys waist. Quackity angrily started for the door. "Who's there" he growled at the door taking his sword from the umbrella bin. "Skeppy" muttered a voice from the other side. Quacktiy returned the sword to its place and pulled the door open. Skeppy stood shivering. His coat was torn and his jeans were ripped to show bloody knees. He ushered Skeppy to the couch next to Wilbur then sprung off down the hallway to grab his first aid kit.
"I was riding home and i- i found him" Skeppy cried, tears quickly pouring from his ice blue eyes. Wilbur's eyes widened in shock. Quackity stopped dead behind the couch clutching the first aid kit in his sweaty palms. "Where uh- Where was he?" Quackity's voice shook. "WHY ARE NEITHER OF YOU ASKING ME WHETHER HE'S ALIVE!?" Skeppy choked out sputtering his words as more tears fell. Quackity's eyes diverted shamelessly to the floor. Q couldn't ignore the feeling this whole day that something horrible had happened to Bad. Deep down, He already knew what had happened. "I'm sorry Skep, I- uh- already had a feeling he wasn't coming back alive.." Skeppy howled in pain throwing his head back and sobbing more. Wilbur sat pale and silent on the other end of the couch. Quackity knew Wilbur was never good when it came to comforting hysterics, the two of them had been there before.
"FUCK YOU WILBUR AND FUCK YOUR STUPID APOLOGIES" Wilbur lay silent and numb watching as Quackity threw all of Schlatt's things onto the floor. "YOU COULD'VE HELPED HIM, YOU CHOOSE JUST TO STAND THERE AND WATCH AS THEY ALL SWARMED HIM. WE- WE COULD'VE GOT HIM SOME HELP!" Quackity pushed Wilbur screaming and sobbing as he slapped Wilbur's chest over and over.
Quackity quickly swept the memory from his mind as he helped Skeppy patch the cuts on his knees before stripping off the shiny man's coat and placing it by the fire. He took Wilbur's blanket and draped it over the shivering man. "Go get into bed Wilbur i'll be in soon" Wilbur quietly stood up, taking one last look at the two men on the couch before disappearing into Q's room. "I'm so sorry Skeppy, mark my words I will find the person who did this. I swear on the casino".
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Wilbur's dirty secrets-Quackbur
FanfictionQuackity has led a fairly quiet life for the past few months. He's been sitting in solitude, working on future plans for his country. But all of a sudden a past enemy and lover shows up at his door seeking accommodation as he plans his next move. Hi...
