Quackity’s theory turns out to be that Sapnap and Karl are the culprits. Wilbur personally finds that insane, he knows those two; they work to get the agency’s information back from the mafia. There’s no way either of them would betray everyone...
Quackity always has crazy theories though so Wilbur doesn't even know why he’s surprised.
“See... you probably shouldn't be saying that,” he tells Quackity. “Who knows if the commander could be listening. She might kill them over a suspicion."
“If the commander was listening to us she would have killed us already,” Quackity replies.
Wilbur hesitates a bit too long.
“Yeah, probably...” he murmurs. He doesn’t tell the other man what he knows about the hidden mics, the commander told him not to; he’s going to obey.
“But doesn’t it make sense?” Quackity goes back to talking about the two spies he suspects.
“A bit,” Wilbur admits. “But in that case it could be any of the spies.”
“Good point,” the other assassin thinks for a bit. “Hmm... I’m sure the commander will find the people responsible. She seems to be alright at that... most of the time." he scowls slightly. Wilbur assumes it’s because the commander is blaming him for things.
“Hey, uh...” Wilbur hesitates. He doesn’t say what he was going to tell him though. “Nevermind, I forgot.”
Are you a part of the mafia Quackity? Please tell me you’re not and let it be true. He thinks.
“Would you like to do anything affectionate?” he finally asks instead.
"Could I sit in your lap?" Quackity asks with a slight grin.
"Um... well," Wilbur's eyes flit down to his crotch. "You see... uh..."
The shorter male understands the situation in an instant.
"Nevermind, don't worry about it," he replies.
“I’m sorryyy,” Wilbur groans. “I just can’t control it, don’t want anything to uh... happen.”
“I must look good then,” Quackity says teasingly.
“Stop that,” Wilbur stammers hurriedly when the other man gives him a seductive smile.
The other assassin sighs softly and moves closer to Wilbur so that he can lean against him. “I don’t mind if I feel anything you knowww.”
“I know, but last time you sat in my lap...” Wilbur hesitates and heat rushes to his cheeks. “Stuff happened.”
“You got excited yeah,” Quackity shrugs. “But that’s normal, it happens.”
“I don’t think I’m ever going to live that moment down,” Wilbur slumps back against the pillows.
“It’s a bodily function dear,” Quackity says softly, making sure that his partner doesn’t genuinely feel shame or anything similar.
“Yeah, you’re right, and I woulda enjoyed it if not for the fact that we aren’t supposed to be at that level,” Wilbur sighs.
“Eh, I didn’t mind it,” Quackity shrugs. “It was fun.”
“Really?” Wilbur asks.
“Yeah,” the other assassin confirms.
Wilbur can feel his worried gaze and guilt rises up inside him. He isn’t the same anymore, not very confident like he used to be. He’s tired and it shows, it shows bad. Quackity can definitely tell that he hasn’t been the same since the commander ordered him to kill.
“Hey, you can sit on my lap,” he says.
Quackity smiles softly and climbs onto him. Wilbur gently holds him close, trying to fight off thinking about what happened last time.
Please, don’t you dare do that again.
No no no don’t you dare.
Oh he’s so attractive...
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Assassin Au - Tnt Duo
Fanfiction"Ah shit, I missed the real target." Wilbur works for an agency that kills people, particularly rich people. But while on a mission when he almost dies, he is saved by someone with a very accurate shot. He meets another assassin from a different ag...
