Sweet dreams//Quackbur//

1- Strange dream

Wilbur creaked open the door leading into Quackity's office. Quackity wondering who was there, tilts his head up to see the one and only Wilbur soot. "Wilbur? What are you doing here?" Quackity asked turning his chair to the side. He was going to stand up but Wilbur towered in front of him all of a sudden. Wilbur leaned over and placed his hands on Quackity's shoulders, leaning close to his face.

"I want you Quackity." Wilbur spoke quietly. "I need you Quackity."

Quackity's face of confusion slowly turned into a smug flustered smirk.
"If you want me so badly, get on your knees and beg for it." He said placing his finger along Wilbur's jawline, tracing all the way down.

Wilbur, desperate for Quackity, slowly pulled his hands off of Quackity and got on his knees. Quackity was man spreading so Wilbur was basically inbetween his legs."Quackity please... I want you to touch me everywhere... Make me feel good... Just please Quackity...!" Wilbur sluttingly begged.

Quackity found it amusing at how desperate Wilbur was for him. It made him feel weird inside... And he loved it. "Aw... Desperate for me that badly? I think you deserve an award...
If you're a good boy..." Quackity placed his hands on Wilbur's cheeks making Wilbur want him even more.

"Please Quackity! I need you so much! I'll be a good boy for you!" Wilbur begged. He was turned on by Quackity's actions. He couldn't handle himself anymore. Wilbur got closer to Quackity as he just need him right now. Nothing else

Quackity laughed at how down bad Wilbur was. He decided to reward the revived man as he begged.  Quackity pulled up on Wilbur's face and kissed him passionately. Wilbur was a bit shocked by Quackity's sudden action, but didn't care. He wanted it so badly. Wilbur climbed onto Quackity's lap as he began to deepen the kiss.

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Wilbur's POV

I shot up from my bed. My face a burning mess and there was a line of saliva on my left cheek. What the fuck was that dream... It was so vivid... Suddenly I felt something... Oh God! This is terrible! How could I have those type of dreams about Quackity? How can I even face him?!

I can't! Not without me acting awkward as fuck! I think I need a break...

I get up from my bed and walk to the bathroom and brush my teeth while the dream was still playing threw my head. How did I even dream of that?

I sigh as I finish and walk to the kitchen to see the screaming child that is my brother, Tommyinnit.
"Morning Wil!

"Morning." I say awkwardly. I grab a glass cup from the cupboard and fill it with cold water and immediately gulp it down. "Uh Wilbur are you alright mate?"

I turn around. "I don't know I guess I'm still tired." I then thought for a moment. Maybe Tommy is the key to all my problems! He could distract me from my thoughts of that weird ass dream! "Hey you wanna hang out today? I think it'll wake me up."

"Sure thing... Wilby." Tommy grinned.

"Its Wilbur dickhead."