Jealousy is attractive when its on him - Quackbur

Chapter 10- A Marriage in the midst

The fire spat ashes as the embers burnt with a light crackle. Quackity watched as the ashes drifted from the fireplace to the oak floor. Unlike the kitchen floor, the floor had been carefully laid with oak planks. Basic but cozy. A desperate knock at the door sent multiple groans from Quackity's throat. He was so close to placing a massive 'Leave me the fuck alone after 6pm' sign on his door. Not that it would stop anyone but it would make him feel slightly better. "Wilbur, I swear to fuck-" he cried opening the door. But it was not Wilbur standing at the door. "George , I was told I may be seeing you soon" Without a word George slipped past him and slumped down onto the couch. Quackity shut the door and perched himself on the edge of his Royal blue armchair. "I'm sure it's a delight" George croaked under his breath in a contradicting tone. "Always" Quackity answered with a small smile. The normal grin from George's soft face was gone, The light pink that was often spread across his cheeks had also evaporated. Another bang at the door sent Quackity stomping across his rather expensive floor. "For fucks sake, who the fuck is it now" He growled opening the door. He stood in shock as he opened the door. The hair on his arms stood up sending goosebumps up and down his body. "I'm not here for a fight" The rather attractive voice spoke. Quackity stood to the side welcoming the intruder into his home. George leapt from the couch. "I told you to wait outside while I talked to him" He yelled, punching Dream's chest. Dream caught George's arm. "Sit the fuck down feisty pants" Dream warned staring daggers into George's bright blue eyes. "Don't you fucking dare tell me what to do asshole" George barked. Quackity felt as if he'd just walked into couples therapy. Fuck his whole life was a big episode of couples therapy. Always sorting out other people's shit and constantly ignoring his own, until it blew up in his face. "George, baby, please just sit down" George huffed in disagreement but sat. Dream sat beside him placing his hand on George's knee, rubbing small circles in an attempt to calm the fiery boy. "Quackity, please, have a seat" Dream motioned to Quackity's armchair where Quackity had been sitting only moments ago. "So you're out?" Quackity whispered, still slightly frightened by the situation at hand. "Believe I've done quite enough time, Got bored actually" Dream smirked his hand moving up and down George's thigh. Quackity felt sick at the level of public affection these two were willing to show. George sat unavailable, arms crossed staring out the window. He looked pissed. "I would say for all the damage you've caused you owe me a solid" Quackity scoffed but his expression quickly changed after he saw the serious look plastered on Dream's face. "And what would this, Solid, imply me doing?" Dream lifted his hand from George's thigh. His hand met his other and he evilly rubbed them together in thought. He leaned forward. "You have a marriage license, correct?" Quackity laughed. "You're shitting me right? You want to get married!? You two bicker more than fuck and that's saying a lot" Quackity chuckled. Dream did not look amused. "Yes alright I have a marriage license, Why?" Dream smiled at the question. "Is the want to be united under the holy matrimony not enough?" Dream mocked. "No," Quackity stated. "Fine, If me and George were to be married I would stand to inherit shared custody of the SMP '' Dream sounded like he was speaking about his kid. The SMP WAS his baby. Quackity's inside swum with confusion. It must have filtered to his expression because Dream sighed and continued. "When I was placed in jail I put the power of ownership of the SMP into George's hands just in case you- I died" Quackity's face fell at the thought of the past. Back then when he had Dream rotting in prison his intention HAD been to kill dream. Dream knew this of course. "Sadly George can't just hand it back to me, without some sort of death pact or some shit. DreamXD made up some shit, pretty much to prevent me from regaining ownership, But George found a loophole" At the mention of his name George came back from George land. "Right yes, As you know married couples have shares in everything, Even the land the parties own" George smirked and Quackity laughed a little. "Even XD can't change the basic law of marriage so there's pretty much nothing he can do to stop me". "Pretty much?" Quackity challenged staring into Dream's eyes. "Well I guess he could kill me but that would do more damage to him, seeing as our souls are linked or however the fuck that works." Quackity looked to his feet. "Right so all you need is me to marry the two of you" "Correct, and possibly a bed?" George yawned. "Yeah you two can take mine, it's a double, I'll just sleep on the couch" Dream smiled at the sudden kindness from Quackity. "I'll turn in then" George groaned as he stood from the couch. "I'll be right with you" Dream cooed as he tapped George's ass as the brunette walked past. Both men rose from their seats. "You really have changed Q" Dream said, clapping him on the shoulder as he stalked down the slim hallway towards the bedroom.

Quackity felt relieved as he watched the crow fly off into the crisp night air with a small note wedged in between its beak. A present from Philza. The crow had been sent with an important message to his fiancé's, demanding they meet him in the casino at dawn. He sighed imagining Sap's reaction to seeing an old friend. He groaned at the thought of them possibly bringing up today's events at the diner. He needed to sleep on all of this. Las Nevadas was about to become an even bigger shit show than it had been before.