Safety Net ~ TntDuo

-s-i-e-t-e-

Q sat down next to Wilbur and waited, scheming, it would be easy as hell to win these games, Wil didn't even know the rules to fucking blackjack. Poker being confusing was understandable, but Blackjack?

Quackity taught Wilbur the simple rules, Slimecicle was just happily standing in the corner and waiting, and Wil paying a suspicious amount of attention, but not to the rules, but to Quackity, and his dumbass STILL not remembering he was shirtless.

"Ducky?" Wil interrupted, "Not that I mind, but you should probably put a shirt on."

Embarrassed was an understatement to what Q felt, but Quackity's ego was way bigger than it probably should be right now, confident as fuck he was going to beat Wil's ass at cards seeped into everything else he had to say.

"And? Have a problem with it?" Wilbur immediately blushed, first because of, ya know, the actual fucking bar of a comeback that was, and secondly because Q felt safe enough around him to not care about something like that.

Wilbur shook his head, then softly said no as he got his existing privileges back again to do something, which was hugging Quackity's waist, obviously. "Slimecicle, turn around." Slime did as he was told, now even more awkwardly staring at the grey paint in front of him as he heard things he hadn't heard before, to put it lightly.

Quackity undid the first few buttons of Wil's shirt, just enough to clearly see his neck, and traced his finger around the mark from the other day as Wilbur just hugged him, absolutely refusing to let go when Q shook him off. "Were you trying to hide my mark with your collar?" Wil nodded, Tommy had already made fun of him enough two days ago because of it, he really didn't need anymore.

"Why? You look so handsome with it, such a shame it's fading away. I'll fix that, don't worry, baby." Quackity bit down on exactly the same spot he had before, if you thought last time was a lot, looking at this might just make you faint, but Wilbur still loved it of course. Quackity slowly made his way upwards, Wilbur had already stopped hugging him and was patiently waiting for Quack's final kiss by the time their lips met.

Slime heard their funny noises, maybe it was a special way of speaking? Like Spanish, but weirder. It sounded like drinking, not by much but it was the closest thing he could think of, however Slime could've sworn they didn't have any wine near them.

"Can't let you get too greedy, come on, let's play cards." Quackity got up, smiling happily as Wil practically got on his knees begging him for more with the whine he made.

Wil sat down as Q told Slime the games they were going to play, Quack just stared at Wil while the cards were dealt, knowing he was losing for sure.

Why did Q want to win this game so badly, even I don't know, I'd have to guess he was just way too confident for his own good and the idea of beating Wilbur at anything was one he enjoyed, also he had way too much shit schemed up for the winnings to consider losing an option.

Anyways, they were given 5 cards and Slime placed two in the middle of them, Quackity had already tossed his 2 cards by the time Wil looked at all of his.

The cards in the middle were a 7 and Jack of clubs, and Wil's hand was a 9, 10 and 8 of clubs, a Jack of hearts and a 7 of spades. He could easily beat Q with hand.

The man had a STRAIGHT FLUSH and decided to toss his 8 and 9 of clubs to get two pairs. He wasn't even trying to lose that time, he just sucked THAT fucking bad at cards.

Quackity put down his hand, a 7 of hearts and diamonds and a jack of diamonds, aka a full house, Wil did the same and took his loss. Quack saw the cards Wil discarded and almost killed him with his yelling, that right there was an insult to all legal and illegal gamblers worldwide, but he still won so, life could be worse.

The next two games went similarly, Wil lost with a flush compared to Qs four-of-a-kind, and told Slime hit even though he had 19 in Blackjack. I'd like to tell you he lost on purpose just to make Q happy, that it was just a sweet romantic gesture, like his plan entailed, but no, he was just that stupid.

Quackity's physical disgust at Wil's card skills instantly disappeared once he remembered what he won, "Thanks, Slimecicle, now can you leave us alone?" Quackity practically threw Slime out of the room and rushed over to his bedroom, which was really just a corner of his office he put a door over, and grabbed the leash and collar.

"What the fuck? That is an actual leash, for a dog or some shit. I'm a human, in case you forgot." Wilbur looked at it in disgust, but also uncontrollable excitement. Honestly he was kind of mad Q didn't even get a regular leash but at the same time, he couldn't wait for Quack to put it on him.

"I told Slimecicle to go buy a leash and collar and put your name on it, but he just assumed we were getting a dog. Be grateful, okay, I have a shit ton of dog food you could be eating instead." Quackity undid the collar as Wilbur considered everything in his life that led him up to this. The golden clock on the wall played some kind of saxophone melody as it announced it was 9 pm. "Forget 7 minutes in heaven, I've got 3 hours of you all to myself."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I'll lube your d¡ck with lighter fluid, we'll really see sparks [fly] in bed then, won't we?" - Some random ass quote that fits TNTduo so well for no reason.

A/N~Ayo what's good fellow no-lifers, it's me, that mfer writing shit I probably shouldn't for my age, but what can ya do? Next chapter will actually be some romantic shit, ig this chapter was kinda romantic but ya know, not as much as what's about to go down. Depending on how stupid I feel while writing, you might get actual sexual shit or not, idk. Honestly, imagine being Slimecicle in this situation, your boss is fucking some random tall dude you just met, and then imagine how Fundy would feel. Anyways, touch grass, do your homework (don't procrastinate on two essays and a slideshow like I am right now) and hydrate, bye bitch boys <3