Assassin Au - Tnt Duo

34 - Final Weeks

Wilbur POV

"I say we run away after the next mission."

"Quackity..."

"We do one more then the next one we leave."

"Quackity please."

"And we never look back once."

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Wilbur sits silently on his bed, he and Quackity are seperate tonight.

The final plan has been made, but Wilbur knows things the other man doesn't... he knows about the mics recording them in their room. He also knows Quackity's family is a direct supplier to the mafia.
The proof was too much... there's no way he can defend the other assassin now.
He still wants to defend him, maybe it's a mistake, maybe he doesn't know his parents and agency are involved.
Maybe...

Quackity is turned away from him, preening his golden yellow wings again. Wilbur watches how the light shines on the man's feathers whenever he moves.
He sighs to himself softly.

Damn... I really am down bad.

The commander is right, his attachment to Quackity is a liability. He was a fool to think they could ever run away together... not like he'd tell Quackity that though.

"Wilbur? Are you still waiting on my answer for being lovers?" the other assassin asks suddenly.

"Oh, yeah I am," Wilbur acts as normal as possible.

"I've been thinking about it... thing is, I can't give you an answer 'til we make it out of here," Quackity tells him. "I just figured I'd tell you that so you know how long you have to wait."

"Oh... alright," Wilbur murmurs. "But... why not now?"

"I just can't focus on it," Quackity says. "We could fail to make it and... I... I don't want to lose you in a way that will hurt more."

Wilbur doesn't want it to be that way.
"But what if you wait and you do lose me? Then you lose me before I ever heard the answer."

"Well..." Quackity hesitates. "That's not good either."

"We could still have a few weeks together as lovers before anything happens," Wilbur continues. "I'd try to make those weeks amazing."

You fool, why are you doing this? The commander can hear everything if she wants to. She would be disappointed in this.

"Please?" he keeps being a fool.

Quackity hesitates.
"I don't know..." he murmurs.

Wilbur gives up on it, his heart hurts too much even thinking about this anyways.

"Let's have the best few weeks we can either way," the shorter male says.

"Well..." Wilbur tries to think of something they can do. "Karl's birthday is tomorrow I guess."

"Birthday? You guys celebrate those around here?" Quackity squints in confusion.

"Yeah, he's probably gonna have cake in him and Sapnap's room," Wilbur says. "One time-" he trails off as he remembers having his own birthday cake alone.