Jealousy is attractive when its on him - Quackbur

Chapter 4- To be wed, or not to be wed?

Sapnap and Karl settled into their Hotel room and invited Quackity to have dinner with them to "talk". Quackity sat nervously on the end of his bed picking at the stray threads of his beanie which was falling apart most probably from age and a lack of a wash. He stood and picked up a small gold wedding band engraved with two letters 'K + S' he gambled whether to wear it or not. He finally placed the ring on his marriage finger and started for the door but someone got there before him and opened it. A tall figure stood before him taking in Q's appearance. "When I said I wanted nothing to do with you...I wasn't kidding" Quackity growled pushing past the person. "How long are you going to pretend to hate me?" Wilbur pushed leaning on the door frame watching Quackity nervously rush around his living room. "Who said I was pretending?" Quackity spat searching for his coat under all the laundry and blankets he had been meaning to put away. Wilbur sighed and picked up a coat from the bedroom floor and threw it in Quackity's direction. Quackity frowned, picking the coat from the floor below him and putting it on. The light of the sunset peeking through the curtains put a warm contrast to Wilbur's features, Quackity stood staring at the softness of Wilbur's skin, wishing he could reach out and touch Wilbur, but he quickly pushed the thought from his mind as he raced out the front door. Wilbur did not follow; instead he waited until he was sure Quackity was gone before leaving a note on Quackity's pillow and fleeing the house, via the backdoor.

Quackity arrived at Tubburger where he had agreed to meet his fiancee's and found a seat in the back corner by the window as he nervously awaited their arrival. The boy's finally arrived sliding into the booth next to Quackity. They sat in silence for a few seconds. "We didn't get to finish our conversation the other night as we were rudely interrupted" Karl smiled lightly. "We still love you Quackity and we want to make things right, I- We miss you" Karl cried, clutching Quackity and Sapnap's hands. Quackity sat staring at the two boys. His heart thumped fast in his chest. He wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words. His hands started to get clammy and he could feel the tie he had put on for the occasion start to grow tighter. "Will you excuse me? '' He whispered, letting go of Karl's hand and stepping outside of the Diner. He took a cigarette from his shirt pocket and placed it between his lips. He raised his hand painted lighter to the cigarette and lit it. The lighter had been a personalised gift from Slime. He grinned at the thought of Slime. They didn't spend a whole lot of time together anymore as Slime was off exploring the SMP. Quackity took a drag and lifted the cig from his lips holding it between his fingers and staring out across the city centre. He dropped the cigarette and squashed it with his shoe, returning to the diner. "You will need to give me some time, and I must go now. I have business to attend too" Quackity announced to the two boys. He left the diner not awaiting an answer. Why were they fighting for him? What did he bring to the relationship? He couldn't think of any reasonable answers to these questions. Sure the sex was good but what else did he have going for him? He wasn't majorly attractive and definitely not good at being all 'lovey dovey'. He arrived at the casino walking straight through it and up the rickety stairs to his office. He sat in front of the fireplace and started to pile wood into it, lighting it with an old newspaper and a match. He finally collapsed into an armchair in front of the fire and watched it roar. He slowly started to doze off with the light pitter pattering of rain drizzling onto the office windows. He really liked his fiancee's but a certain someone was still pulling at his heart strings. Quackity tried to talk himself out of thinking about this person many times but no matter what, the tall, flirtatious, arrogant, asshole stayed floating throughout his mind. This man was the only reason he wasn't running back into his fiancee's arms. He knew that this man was dangerous and toxic and bad for him but that's what made it fun. The flirting and the dangerous want in each other's stare. Quackity simply could not let it go from his mind. He imagined the wild man's hands all over his body, pleasing him in every way possible. But that was no match for the angry thoughts of the man's smug and arrogant demeanor that would often push Quackity away. Quackity sighed in disagreement with his own mind as he sunk lower into the armchair's soft cushions.