An eye for vengeance

BONUS CHAPTER

A/N
hey guys! i'm back :>
weather this chapter is canon or not is completely up to you! think of it as a different ending , if you like . :)

im plan in on writing more fics so if you have any aus or tropes you want to see let me know !!

i hope you enjoy ! 💘

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Wilbur sat deranged on the concrete pavements of las nevadas. His hand gripped a half-drank bottle of whiskey and he had his lips around a cigarette.

He leant back slobbishly against the LN office walls, his spine grazing against the hard concrete he wasn't so used to.

"What are you doing here?" Quackity sighed, stepping out of his office for some air. His eye bags engulfed his face and his posture faltered.

Wilbur stuttered for his words, and stood up, leaning on the walls for support. "You wanted to see me?" He slurred, trying not to spew as he did.

The ravenette sighed and released his fingers from the clenched fist they'd been in for god knows how long. "I wish you would've come sober, Wilbur. I feel like i'm talking to a ghost."
he held out a hand and led wilbur into the office block, taking them into the elevator to the top floor.

Wilbur put his arm across quackitys shoulders and leant on him. He took another swig of the whiskey and glanced at Quackity momentarily.

The silence was loud between the two, so much to be said but nobody would speak it. Quackity fought back tears at the noticiable difference in who Wilbur had become, but refused to look at him.

As much as he wouldn't admit it, it hurt him.

The elevator pinged and the doors opened into the presidents office. Quackity led wilbur into the leather chair that said before his desk, which he fell into drunkenly. He nearly gagged at the reeking stench of alcohol practically floating around the man, but held it down snd sat in his own chair on the other side of the oak desk.

Wilbur took another swig from the bottle and raised an eyebrow. "So? Where's your fiancé?" he mocked, his tone colder then ever.

"I don't know." Quackity spoke, his voice full of regret as he struggled to swallow his own words. "Wil I- Im sorry."

"Sorry?" He slurred, and laughed. "Your sorry? What for?"

The man shifted and pulled his collar away from his neck uncomfortably. "Everything. and since we parted I've- struggled immensely."

Wilbur put the bottle on the desk and sat up, his face becoming more serious, like he had something to say that he wouldn't forget about until he could say it. Like he would choke on the words if they didn't escape now. "No. No you're getting married. dont do this to me." His words were slurred even more than before and his eyes looked hollow.

"I can't do this." Quackity trembled. "Please just speak to me. Why are you like this? why are you so broken?"

He sat back, offended and spirits broken. Wilbur put his fingers against his own temples in frustration and stared into quackitys soul. "Why am I so broken? Because I'm inhumane? because i lack empathy? Tell me Quackity. Alex. Tell me. Why are you so selfish?"

Before alex could retaliate, wilbur was stood up, hitting his fists against the desk as he spoke. "Why do you leave me, and call me back like Im a lost fucking dog? Huh?" He pushed his hair back and coughed. "You don't get the attention you crave, so you'll call me back here." Wilbur breathed shakily. "And the fool i am , i will always let you bleed me dry."

Quackity stood, shocked and bitter. His face was hot and his brain completely fogged. "I have never meant to hurt you." He to, stood up in his chair and walked as close as he could to the man opposite him, but still let the desk sit between them. "And Im sorry if I have but I've looked for you in every person i've met since you, and it kills me." He let a tear fall but quickly wiped it away, hitting the desk with both his palms. "it fucking kills Wilbur. Because we aren't good for each other, and I can't help but gravitate towards you at every chance i get."

"Fuck you! No fuck, fuck. You are- you are despicable. 'we aren't good for each other'! you don't know what your saying!" Wilbur cursed. "You are the only person that's good for me!" Wilbur pressed two hands against the end the desk, and slammed it into the bookshelves. He stepped closer to Quackity as he spoke. "You don't get to decide what's good for me."

The ravenette pressed his finger against wilbur's chest and looked up at him angrily as he spoke. "You're full of shit. You won't manipulate me Wilbur i won't let you."

Wilbur wasn't completely sure what had come over him. Whether it had been the tension in the room or just the alcohol he'd consumed, but whatever it was had done something.

He had nothing else to say, just frantically looking into quackitys eyes with a hint of desperation. Before he could realise what was happening, Quackity had kissed him.

Q's hand gripped wilbur's hair, pulling him in and wilbur's hands gripped the others hips tightly.

The kiss was passionate, and rough. Wil couldn't tell if it was passion for love , anger , or hurt, but it was passion. and he was okay with that.

He groaned slightly as the other tugged on his hair, but quickly composed himself, pushing Quackity up against a wall and leaning down to kiss his neck.

"Wil- wait.."

"what's wrong?" wilbur whispered, continuing to kiss his lovers throat roughly.

Quackity lightly pushed him off, and brought his face back up to be level with his own. "Im still.. technically engaged."

wilbur sighed. "do you love him?"

the ravenette hesitated before shaking his dead and pushing his lips back in to meet wilbur's. "I love you, so much." he panted, breaking away from the kiss for a moment.

The other man grinned, planting a hand on quackitys chin. "is that so, mm?" He dug.

As they carried on, Wilbur considered what he'd do about Schlatt. He couldn't decide whether a murder was really necessary, or if he and Quackity could survive if they just ran far away from here. But that was tomorrow's issue, after all, they could only have today.

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