Something Vital, Something Eternal
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“I’m surprised you let me even come up to meet you.” Wilbur teases, sitting across the table they were playing poker at.
Wilbur had wanted to see Quackity at his office, and said he had something important he wanted to discuss, but instead of his office they ended up at the VIP section of El Palaccio, an entire floor up from the public, one floor below his office.
Said something about not trusting Wilbur not to snoop around or mess something up, and instead opted to use the private VIP club as a non-formal meeting place. The door was locked, and all of the alcohol had been stored away, it was a shame really.
“It’s a special occasion, don’t look forward to it.” Quackity shrugs.
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- Part 1 of Something Vital, Something Eternal
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Wilbur wants to be good for the man above him, let him take whatever he wants. So here he was, spit leaking from his mouth and running down his chin, falling so much quicker into subspace than he could have imagined.
Wilbur wasn’t tied up or anything, his hands were free, pressed against both of the others thighs, the thumb of one of his hands circling the skin comfortably. He could be bad if he wanted to, reach a hand down to pleasure himself and moan around Q lightly- but the active decision just to be good was sending him spiraling in the best possible way.
Closing his eyes after a while, just locking in on how Q feels in his mouth, he didn’t even realize when Quackity moved one of his hands from the desk to run through Wilburs hair.
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- Part 2 of Something Vital, Something Eternal
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“I don’t know about this, Wilbur, we aren’t exactly allowed into Las Nevadas.” Ranboo huffs, looking out of the van where Wilbur stood, and then past him, where Tommy was kicking at an anthill nearby.
Wilbur had proposed a new idea at that moment, one he swore was sure to rouse attention- not just from the people of Las Nevadas, but also from Quackity. They were going to go to dinner at the Tubburger, with the intent not to do anything except be mildly annoying. Fuck around with the music box, change their orders one too many times, but not quite do anything to throw them out.
Wilbur had put up the idea saying he knew Quackity wouldn’t be there to see them, but that’s exactly the thing. He knew Quackity would be there today, the two had met in private, and the other man mentioned that they wouldn’t be seeing each other that day due to a busy schedule- at the moment, he should be just arriving to assist Tubbo.
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- Part 3 of Something Vital, Something Eternal
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“You know the rules, right darling?” Quackity muses, brushing a hand through Wilburs hair comfortably. They were both excited about this, clearly, they agreed to this just the other day and Wilbur spent much of his time at the van today waiting in anticipation to slip away into the night and greet Quackity at his window after chugging a small vial of the aphrodisiac he perfected making
Yes, at his window, because heaven forbid he use a door and get caught sneaking around in one of the security cameras.
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- Part 4 of Something Vital, Something Eternal
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Quackity’s back is flush to the bed, shirt unbuttoned and lower half entirely bare. Wilbur sat between his legs, one hand beginning to slick the other man up with what little lube was left in the near-empty bottle. If he wanted to, he could give a quick bj to his partner, it was his favorite act of service- but Wilbur knew he wasn’t to do anything he was not instructed to.
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- Part 5 of Something Vital, Something Eternal
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He knew to expect the unexpected, Quackity taught him that, but that may have been the issue. He was waiting for something completely out of the water to hit him like a high-speed rail on the tracks, but it was the feelings that had been building between them for months now that seemed to settle itself in the palm of his hand.
And that was the problem, because he hadn’t properly seen or heard from Quackity in about a week now. A week and six hours, if he were to be precise.
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- Part 6 of Something Vital, Something Eternal
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“What the fuck did I tell you about tresspassing in my country, Soot?” Quackity scolds, suddenly taking Wilbur by the collar and yanking him into the other room- one void of citizens browsing the casino.
Wilbur wore his usual trench coat, yellow sweater and dirty gray jeans, it’s like he could feel Quackity judging his outfit choice just in his words alone, far filthier in comparison to his fancy burgundy suit.
“What’s the matter, I just figured I would pay you a visit!” Wilbur plays along, smiling willfully, “See how the casino is coming along, if it’s really what they say it is.”
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- Part 7 of Something Vital, Something Eternal
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Wilbur had invited Quackity on a date, one he had been planning for a long time, to test out a game between them that they had not played since before he had died. Everything was going powerfectly, a rose from Wilburs coat tucked behind his partner's ear.
“Don’t drink too much, darling, the real treat is waiting for us at home.” Wilbur muses, setting the champagne back on the white tablecloth where he rested his elbows, a sultry grin sickly sweet spreading across his face.
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- Part 8 of Something Vital, Something Eternal