Why Can't I Be Him

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     Quackity sighed as he opened the door and saw the man was already stumbling and slurring. That usually didn't mean anything was going to go very well for him. He wanted to shut the door again, though his lover had already noticed him. He was more fucked if he tried to leave.
    The ram hybrid quickly went over to him grabbing his collar and pulling him into the house slamming the door behind him. He kicked the door close before slamming the smaller man into the wall "where the fuck where you?!" He asked in a yell, scowling at him.
    Quackity didn't know if he should lie or tell the truth. On one hand, he was scared of what he would do if he knew he lied and on the other hand he was scared about how bad it would be if he knew met with Wilbur.
    The Mexican gulped softly, looking at the other in fear "I had to meet with someone to discuss some things about the nation." He explained softly, shaking as he was pulled from the wall then slammed back into it.
    "*Who* were you meeting with?" Schlatt asked quietly. "Someone" Quackity answered trying to avoid the answer. Schlatt threw him onto the ground "that's not a fucking answer!" He yelled kicking the other in the chest. "I-I don't remember their name!" Quackity yelped, tried to make up an excuse, even though that was clearly a lie. He knew just about everyone by name and if not, a nickname. "Bullshit!" He yelled as he picked up his bottle that fell out of his hand, taking another sip.
     "Its not!" Quackity yelled out trying not to cry though he was failing horribly in his frustration. "Don't yell at me" Schlatt commanded as he took the bottle he just finished and slammed it against Quackity's hip breaking the bottle. Thankfully his shirt was neatly tucked into his pants, though it was coming undone.
     Quackity yelled in pain at the action that was going to form a bruise on one that was already almost healed. "Fundy, I was with Fundy!" Quackity replied weakly. "Then why did you lie about it?" Schlatt asked angerly, knowing he wasn't with Fundy. Even being drunk, he was oddly smart, just not in the way he should have been to be president.
     Schlatt got on him, sitting on the ducks stomach. His weight crushing the ducks international organs. He started brutally punching and hitting him, waiting for the real answer, already knowing it was someone he didn't want him to around. He had a few rules when it came to the smaller man, well a few he enforcemed the most. Don't do this, don't be with him, do this do that.
     Schlatt cared a lot about fitness, though he forced the duck to do more than he could take and only had him do certain things so he would look more like whar the ram wanted him to look like.
     "Wilbur!" Quackity admitted in sobs as he tried to move away from him, though it wasn't working too well for him. "What!?" Schlatt asked in a yell as he picked up one of the bottles that was on the ground starting to smash it against the others head, making it hurt more and more with each hit.
     Quackity tried to choke out an apology, though it wasn't really working. He kept getting hit until he eventually passed out from the pain, but that wasn't what made Schlatt stop. What finally made him quit was the bottle breaking over his head.
     Schlatt left Quackity on the ground for a bit longer and he went and grabbed another half finished bottle that was just laying on the follow, he finished it and set it on the ground. After that, he went over and checked if the duck was bleeding. One he saw he wasn't, he picked him up taking him to the bed. He set the man down not caring to change him, then laid down next to him, falling asleep in his drunken-ness.
    

   The next morning, Schlatt was cuddled up to Quackity, hiding his face from the sun. Quackity woke up to a terrible headache and tried to get up, though he couldn't move in the others grip. Shlatt smiled at the man and put his hand on the back of his head "stay a bit" he groaned. Quackity caved in without a fight. They had to get up but having his lover being so nice to him felt like heaven, especially after the night before.
    With how bad his head hurt, it felt like he was the one who drank, though he didn't even have to recall the night before to know why he felt like that. If he drank, he wouldn't be beside Schlatt. Everytime he drank he would end up crying himself to sleep anywhere but in his bed.
     Quackity sighed "Schlatt, come on, we have to go" he mumbled softly as he looked at the man. This is why he loved him. Well this wasn't, but it seemingly made him forget all the abuse he had to endure.
     After a while longer Schlatt reluctantly got up and grabbed some whisky to help with his hangover while Quackity just let his headache sit. It would fade as the day went on, or atleast he hoped it would. He went and took a shower, before changing his clothes and looking at the bruises from the day before. He sighed as he traced over his bruises gently. He felt eyes on him making his freeze a bit as he didn't like the feeling. He loved having eyes on him, but not like this. He quickly looked out the window, thankfully seeing no one. He let out a relieved sigh as he quickly got dressed.

    Schlatt then passed him as he went out to grab some food for the day. He laid on the couch, hoping to cure his head ache before he had to do his job as vice president.
    
   Quackity and Schlatt were in the middle of L'manburg, Schlatt still drinking and Quackity trying to discuss ideas and things to help the nation, though everything was shot down.
     "Schlatt, we can't just do nothing. The only laws you've made are about working out" Quackity said, wanting the drunk to understand that they needed more in their nation then just that.
     "I've done more then that, I kicked out Wilbur and Tommy for you. And besides that I think you forget you are just the vice president. I am the *president* learn where you place is" He said glaring at the man.
     "Yeah, I am, I don't think you realize how much power a vice president has! And regardless I'm the one that got you all your votes!" Quackity hissed, though he immediatly regretted it as the other grabbed his upper arm, throwing him to the ground. "You don't get to talk to me like that! You are nothing" Schlatt hissed, glaring at the man on the ground  before he started walking again.
     Quackity looked at him with a rather hurt expression. He sighed as he held onto his arms getting up slowly to not make his already pained state worse.

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