⚠CNC, gun kink. It's not technically rape but some can consider it rape.⚠
Quackity previously requested this. It is fully consentual. He wanted to do CNC and specifically told Wilbur not to listen to him unless he safe worded.
Quackity stood by himself watching the large screen and waiting for midnight like everyone else at this party. He was sad because while everyone else is getting their new years kiss, he's going into the new year all alone. Closest thing he's got to a relationship is a man who he tells himself he doesn't like very much who's fucking amazing at sex.
Suddenly he felt something press against his back and then heard the familiar click of a gun loading.
"Happy new year's eve, Alex," Wilbur whispered in his ear.
"Wilbur," Quackity responded, trying to stay calm.
"That ball drops," Wilbur smiled. "We're gonna kiss. Then I'm gonna take you home, and we're gonna have a grand ole time~"
"I don't get a choice, do I?" Quackity scanned the room, looking for options.
"Nope," Wilbur chuckled.
Quackity spun, trying to grab the gun Wilbur was holding. But all that ended up happening was Wilbur pulled Quackity closer by his hips, except they're now chest to chest and Alex has a gun to his ribs.
"Two minutes, darling," Wilbur leaned very close. "Do as I say or the fate of your country rests in the hands of my brother."
"My will gives it to Slime," Quackity smirked.
"Except you updated it this morning and forgot to mention that while you gave all your assets to a man named Wilbur Soot," Wilbur smirked.
"You bitch!" Quackity tried to get away from him
The gun dug into his ribs, a harsh reminder that he can't do anything but do as he's told. 'You watch yourself, ducky. I've pulled the trigger before; I have no problem doing it again."
"Except you'd be a necrophilic to get what you wanted after," Quackity rolled his eyes.
"I'm the living dead, it's not necrophilia," Wilbur sighed. "Just do as you're told and you won't have to find out what lines I'm willing to cross for a quick fuck."
Quackity made a face as everyone around them started counting down from ten.
"Kiss me or this goes to shit, Alex," Wilbur pulled him closer.
Quackity glanced at Wilbur's lips, then back to his eyes.
"Three. Two. One."
Wilbur kissed him as everyone around yelled "Happy New Year!!" and kiss their partners.
Wilbur shoved his tongue into Quackity's mouth, forcing Alex to make out with him in front of all these people. Quackity kissed back and matched his energy out of fear for his own life.
When Wilbur pulled away, Quackity paniced as he realized Wilbur wasn't done yet.
"Outside," Wilbur jabbed the gun at him. "Go on. Go outside."
Quackity started walking, following Wilbur's directions as they walked down the street and towards a motel. Wilbur led him to a room and unlocked the door.
Wilbur looked at the clock on the wall. "I'm cumming before one in the morning. And so are you."
Quackity nodded and looked at the same clock. 12:15. Easy. He can cum in 45 minutes. Especially since it's Wilbur (the hottest man ever) playing into Quackity's worst kinks... The same kinks that happen to turn Quackity on the most.
Wilbur set the gun down, but before Quackity even noticed, Wilbur had the duck's arms pinned behind his back and his body pinned chest to the wall.
Wilbur slowly pulled down Quackity's pants for him.
"Get the fuck off me," Quackity mumbled against the wall. "I don't want to do this with you."
(Flashback: "Wilbur," Quackity looked Wilbur dead in the eyes, showing he was serious. "When we do CNC, I want you to ignore everything I say unless it's the safe word. It's a weird part of the kink for me. I'll say things to make you stop but the last thing I want you to do is stop. Please only stop if I say giraffe.")
"Shut up and take it like a good little bitch," Wilbur responded harshly as he pulled out his dick and grabbed some lube. "I'm going to fuck you hard and fast and you're going to like it."
"Fuck you," Quackity growled.
"I'm about to," Wilbur shoved his dick inside Quackity. No stretching or prep, just his lubed up cock in Alex's tight hole.
Quackity moaned. "I don't like it. Get the fuck off me."
"Shut up," Wilbur started fucking him as fast and hard as he could manage. With his now free hand, he reached over and grabbed the gun so he could hold it at Quackity's head again.
Quackity fucking loved it. He's never gotten to an orgasm so fast in his life. Wilbur was in genuine shock when the man came all over the wall. So badly in shock he accidentally pulled the trigger on the gun.
A soft click was heard and nothing else. Wilbur hadn't loaded the gun, but only he knew that. Quackity asked him to have it loaded, and even made Wilbur promise. But Wilbur hadn't been able to put bullets in it before the scene and he was so fucking glad he didn't.
Quackity, however, was so lost in the haze of his own mind he didn't even realize he could've died had Wilbur actually listened to him for once.
Though panicked, the brit didn't want to ruin anything for Quackity. He set the gun down and just tried to focus on how good he felt and what else was happening so he could cum faster and get it over with. It worked, thankfully, and he was able to fill his ducky with his forbidden white frosting.
Wilbur let go and pulled out. "Alright, Quackity, end scene. You did so good, baby, I'm so proud of you." Wilbur kissed his cheek.
The duck groaned. "Shower?"
"Yes, darling," Wilbur kissed him. "Of course. Let's go."
Wilbur picked him up and carried him into the shower. He washed them and made sure Quackity felt safe and loved.
"We're boyfriends again now, right?" Quackity looked at him with exhausted eyes.
"Baby we never stopped," Wilbur kissed him. "You just had to pretend to barely know me and not like me so it seemed more like rape to you."
"Oh yeah,' Quackity hummed and leaned on Wilbur.
Alex had no problem passing out that night, held in the embrace of his lover and feeling happier than ever. Wilbur, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about what would've happened had he loaded that gun.
