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Heart-Breaker.

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Quackity stood on the balcony of his Las Nevadas penthouse. The light sky was as bright as day due to the neon lights that constantly illuminated the surrounding city. The cigarette trail leaving his lips to join the stars above while he simply watched.

Quackity was cold, only wearing a loose half unbuttoned white shirt and baggy shorts. The air was crisp, the night so young. He hung his head low and stubbed out the cigarette against the metal railings in front of him. He had made a mistake. A big mistake. A mistake he couldn't take bac-

A snore was heard behind him. A reminder, or as he called it, a mockery of his horrendous actions. Quackity had slept with his rival. Worst part is, this wasn't even near the first time he had done this. He was addicted to his rival for all the wrong reasons. He knew this wasn't love, it was lust. He was using yet another human being to his own advantage.

He reluctantly looked back at Wilbur who was sloppily spread out in the bed, bedsheets slipping off his body while drool collected against the pillow he laid his head against. He snored quite loudly which made Quackity crack an unwanted soft vulnerable smile which he had to force off his face with a quick reminder of who he was dealing with.

His bare feet walked off the cool metal of the balcony and back onto the soft cream carpet. He trotted back to the bed and just stared at Wilbur for a few seconds.
Although he felt bad, he couldn't stop. He needed to use Wilbur. He needed to.

He knew Wilbur had fallen for him and here he was, leading him on.

He crawled back into bed, slightly awaking the sleeping brunet.

"Sorry," Quackity whispered gently while lifting his hand to gently stroke Wilbur's messy, greasy unkept curls which resulted in a smile from the brit.

"Mm, it's okay," Wilbur pulled Quackity into his arms and burring his face into the smallers black hair, inhaling deeply with content.
"Night, Darling..." 

Quackity felt the guilt rising. He didn't know what to say...so he stayed silent. He let Wilbur drift off once more while he laid with his sins. The turmoil wouldn't leave him.

He never told Wilbur he lived him. Ever. Because that would be a lie.