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It took two days for reality to set in. Two whole days of repairing armor and weapons, of washing their clothes, of cleaning their house thinking they would come home.  

But when those two days were over and reality set in, Quackity screamed. He sobbed and screamed and threw things against walls. He trashed the entire house he so dutifully cleaned for their return. 

Two days. 

Schlatt and Wilbur were dead. 

The two men, who had made him who he was, were dead. 

Quackity crawled into their bed and felt the aching of an empty bed settle into his bones. That was the first night he cried himself to sleep. 

Quackity continues on. Shoulders the burden of life without his loves and finds ways to live without them. Picks a fight that he won't win, hoping, praying it gets him killed. Techno had given it his best shot, unsuccessfully. So instead, he finds comfort in Sapnap's and Karl's bodies' hearts. He tries valiantly to love them as he was once loved, but the duck hybrid can't; he can't give it his all. So he does the one thing he knows how. The one thing they shared. 

He builds a country. A home. A desperate offering, to anyone with a trained enough eye, to his lost loves. 

He decides quickly that he hates Ghostbur and Glatt. He hates that Ghostbur doesn't remember him is weak. He abhors that Glatt is angry and uncompromising; his love was never like that.

He holds his breath when Tommy is revived. Tommy has been brought back to life. He ponders for weeks on how to ask Dream for help. If Dream would even help him. On the day that he goes to visit Dream, he gets the message from his communicator. 

Wilbur Soot has joined the server.

Fuck. 

Quackity feels like he's out of breath; he rushes to L'Manburg, hoping that his love will be there where he died. When he arrives, he spots the infamous bench trio and their conversations with Wilbur. Waiting on the outskirts, lingering in the shadows, close enough to listen and far enough away to not be seen. 

Quackity's heart clenches at how Tommy is talking to him, but he knows that Will is a big boy; he can handle himself.

"Look at L'Manburg." 

"Oh Fu- Did I do that?" Quackity knows the tone of voice that Will uses, "That not a good look. That's not a good look for me is it? I've really done a number on this place, huh?"

Wilbur's cackle shoots Quackity in the chest, oh how he has missed that laugh. He finally zones back in; Wilbur is talking again, "I've been waiting for over a decade, in near darkness." 

Quackity feels the tear welling up in his eyes. He wants Tommy and his annoying little friends to leave so that he can finally hold Wilbur again. 

Quackity's ears perked up when he heard Wilbur's farewell statements, "I've got things to do. I've got things to plan." 

The smile on Quackity's lips couldn't have grown wider; that was their phrase. "Things to Plan" was code for when they wanted to see each other. They had created it when Wilbur and Schlatt were presidents, a sneaky way to slip away and be just the three of them. Of course, if the rest of the server knew that the L'manburg war was just a lover's quarrel, they would be furious, but Quackity knew. 

He quickly followed after the man, curious as to where he would go first. The itch he had to reach out or shout the man's name was intense, but his aspirations to find out what Wilbur did first after having been gone for what seemed to be 13 years was stronger. And when Quackity fell onto a familiar path into the forest, he choked back a sob. 

Wilbur was going to their home. 

He followed the man who approached the house with determination, only for his feet to halt and his face to fall when he saw the abandoned house. Vines had overgrown around the area, their gardens destroyed, their animal pens empty. 

"Oh boy, what have I done?" Wilbur whispered to what he thought was himself. 

"I couldn't live alone in that house. Not when everything reminded me of both of you." Quackity said, letting the wind carry his voice over to the man. Wilbur whipped around and stared at him. 

"Hi, dove." Q said quietly. 

Wilbur's feet moved faster than Quackity's eyes, bringing him to the man and sweeping him off his feet. He spun the boy quickly before cupping his face and bringing him into a searing kiss. 

"I'm really alive, aren't I? It's either that or the gods have shown me mercy and have given you back to me." Wilbur said, resting their foreheads against one another. 

Wilbur finally stood back and looked at his pseudo-husband and noticed the very apparent differences between the Quackity he left and the one standing in front of him. His once wide and bushy-eyed mate looked tired, dark circles framed his eyes, his once luscious thighs and stomach were thin, Wilbur could wrap his hands around Quackity's wrist double fold. His short, cropped hair had grown out long past the nape of his neck, curling around his ears. But the most notable thing was the ragged scar that started at the peak of his eyebrow that spanned down to his upper lip. He raised a shaky finger and traced over it softly. When Quackity looked up, he saw the slightly crazed look in his eyes that had once terrified him; it only served to warm his heart now. 

"Don't worry about it, Wil. It doesn't matter any more." Q said, holding Wil's hand close to him. 

"It does matter, Duckling. Someone hurt you when I was gone." Wilbur said with fire behind his voice. 

"No, love. It doesn't. I deserved it and it doesn't matter anymore because I have you back. If Dream brought you back, he can bring back Schlatt. I am going to ask him. I'll put myself in debt if it means having you both back." Q said as he nuzzled into Wil's neck. 

The taller man wrapped his arms around him and held him tightly, not knowing if this was truly real or not. 

They decided that one person would stay at L'manburg, hoping that Schlatt would be revived with one of his loves and not an annoying bystander like Wil. Wilbur decided to stay, saying it would make the most sense for him to linger around. 

When Quackity entered the prison, Sam looked like a nervous wreck. Quackity kept those closest to him a secret, including his husbands and his pseudo-father, Sam. 

"Are you okay? You look like shit." Q said with a strained smile. He knew that he had to tread carefully around the creeper hybrid, knowing that one wrong statement, a slip of affection, would ruin the façade both of them had carefully created. 

Sam snapped his eyes up and stared hard at Quackity. Then, he quickly motioned into the side room the Warden used. 

Once inside, the creeper broke down, and Quackity was quick to comfort the big man. 

"I swore to keep people safe from him. He killed Tommy, Q. How can I trust anyone to go back into that cell with him?" Sam said, sobbing. 

"It's okay, Sam. Really. Dream is obsessed with Tommy. It was bound to happen. I'm not blaming the kid, but it happens and not everything is in your control." Q said, soothing the man. 

"You are right. I know you are right." Sam smiled fondly, "I forget how well I sorta raised you." Then, he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, "What do you need?" 

"I need to see him, Sam. He- I- I just need to see him." Q said he and Wil decided not to tell anyone what they were planning. 

"No. Absolutely not. Did you not hear anything I just said. He's a lunatic, Quackity. He killed Tommy, Brought Tommy and Wilbu-" Quackity knew his face said it all. Sam was one of the few people that knew about Quackity's relationship with the two men, "He brought Wilbur back to life and now you want to see him. What are you planning?" 

"I promised not to say anything, I just want to talk. Please Sam." Quackity said quietly.

Sam sighed. Quackity wasn't a shy or bashful man. On the contrary, he was arrogant and loud, and he knew what he wanted and always had. It wasn't until Schlatt and Wilbur entered his life that he finally settled down, maybe have a family of his own one day. Sam squeezed his eyes shut tight, furiously rubbing at them, hoping to relieve the oncoming headache. 

"Okay. You have 20 minutes. That's it. That's all I can allow you, I can't. I can't lose you." Sam said, finally rising. Quackity wrapped his arms around the green giant, trying to convey his thanks in the best way possible. 

Sam and Quackity walked through the steps, and finally, Quackity was standing on the conveyer to see the infamous admin. Dream stood in the middle of the room. 

"What do you want? Here to spit in my face too?" Dream spat. 

"Actually, I'm here to ask for a favor?" Quackity said calmly. 

"What could a disgraced Vice president have that I could want?" Dream said casually, slipping back into the role of a master manipulator. But Quackity knew that, knew the way of the game. But he wasn't desperate. He knew what he was offering for the return of his love. 

"I am no longer disgraced, while you rot away, I've thrived. A country of my very own now, with no concept of petty elections to relinquish power, but that isn't important, what is important is influence." Quackity said nonchalantly. 

"What influence could I need? I'm locked away in an obsidian vault." Dream said spitefully. 

"What if you didn't have to be? Sam is a friend and I have friends all around. I know how to not burn all of my bridges." Quackity said charismatically. 

"Okay, you have my attention, what could I do for you from this cell though?" Dream asked causally. 

"I want you to bring back Jschlatt. You brought back Tommy and Wilbur, can you bring back Schlatt?" 

"Why would you want him back? Didn't he abandon you? You even shot him at one point?" Dream asked incredulously. 

"My reasons are my own. Will you do it?" Quackity stated. 

"In exchange for you getting me out of here?" 

"No, in exchange, you get help once you get out. I believe you have a favor or two to call in with a certain piglin." Quackity said quietly. He understood he wasn't supposed to know that it was Dream who had helped Techno escape, but Quackity wasn't dumb, and no one would be able to pull it off the way that Dream could. 

Dream looked startled by the declaration but nodded his head regardless. He walked over to a small chest in the corner and fished out a small book. He wrote things down before throwing the small leather-bound journal in the fire. Quackity nodded his head and headed out of the cell. He waited with bated breath while leaving the prison, and then he got the notification. 

Jschlatt has joined the server.

Quackity raced to the ruins of L'manburg, ready to have the place left behind him in the dust. 

When he arrived, there stood his two loves in a tight locked embrace. The closer he got, the more he came to understand their positions; they were not embraced. Instead, Schlatt had his head turned up while Wilbur ravaged his neck. 

"I'm sorry. I was stupid and reckless and it got us both killed. I am so sorry." Schlatt was whispering in the air. 

"Don't I deserve an apology as well? You both left me alone." Quackity said while both men turned and rushed him. Scooped up in their embrace, he had never felt more complete. 

"I'm sorry, I am so sorry, Duckling. I- Fuck I was so stupid. To both of you." Schlatt said, wrapping his arms around the man tighter. 

"It okay, lamb. It's behind us now." Wilbur said promises whispered into his hair. Wilbur's hair had been returned with a white stripe through, but Schlatt's hair had returned with white splotches adorning his hair, most notably around his hairline, but it was indeed all over.  

"Can we go home? I just want to be as far away from this place as possible." Schlatt said after pulling away from the two men. 

"Uh about that. I moved out of the house. I couldn't stay there anymore, but we will rebuild it. Or build a new one. But I do have something else?" Quackity said, scheming already. He pulled the taller men by their arms all the way to the bright shining lights. 

"Welcome to Las Nevadas, boys. Where, for the right price, all your dreams can come true." Quackity said, smirking as his loves took in the sights around them. He brought them to the casino, all the way up to the highest tower, "This is ours. All of it." Quackity stated. Schlatt was the first to move, dragging Q in for a slow and sensual kiss.

Chests touching, Quackity threw his arms around the man's neck dragging him closer, as Wil pressed in behind Quackity. Chest to back, Wilbur drug one hand in between the two, playing at the hem of Schlatt's shirt as he leaned down to kiss at Quackity's neck. 

Schlatt and Q separated, finally needing to breathe when Schlatt spoke, "My pretty boy, made a country all for us. Sat and waited for us to come home, didn't you? Could never let anyone love you the way we did, huh?" Quackity tensed up at the words; they were supposed to be dirty, Quackity knew. Supposed to ignite a fire in his chest from the possessive growl that Schlatt's tone had taken. But, instead, all it did was light up a pit of anxiety. He knew on his dresser sat a small box with two beautiful rings nestled inside. One obsidian with a blaze rod settled in the middle, emitting a warmth that should have been comforting, and another set in gold with amethyst and diamond and a beautiful display of red, blue, and purple. Rings that were supposed to adorn his hands; or would have decorated his hands if he had ever given Karl and Sapnap a worthy response other than, 'Let me think about it please?" 

"I have to be honest and it's gonna hurt." Quackity said, pulling himself away from the two men. They came in from the balcony, and Q motioned for the two men to sit. They did, Wilbur first and Schlatt next to him, one leg splayed on Wilbur's thigh. Quackity's breath hitched when he saw the bulge that was likely to go away once he was able to spit this out. He walked to the bedroom, retrieved the small box, and placed it in the center of the table. 

Both men looked at him confused; Wilbur tilted his head to the side, hair flopping as he did so. Schlatt just sat, before finally speaking, "Duckling, we are already married? Or do you want to do it again, I'm confused." 

Quackity swallowed thickly, "I was proposed to while you were dead." 

Wilbur stiffened at the words, brows drawn together in confusion. 

Schlatt's face was unreadable. 

"I'm sor-" 

"Don't talk yet. I am trying really hard to keep my cool, so please Quackity. Hush." Wilbur said quietly.

"Birdie no, let me ex-" 

"Quackity." Schlatt warned, rubbing his hand over Wilbur's thigh. 

There was a thick tension in the air, and they all sat on bated breath. 

"I once swore that the next person who would get down on one knee in front of you would be me." Wilbur whispered, "Who?" 

"Sapnap and Karl." Quackity said, voice barely above a whisper. 

"Why?" Schlatt asked. 

"Why what?" Quackity asked, confusion laced in his voice. 

"Why them." 

"I don't know. They were the first to show me attention. Karl checked on me almost daily about a week after you both, died. He and Sapnap already engaged. It started friendly. The would take me out and just do everything with me. Spar, sing, cook, cry. I didn't have to pretend I wasn't sad. I wasn't supposed to be sad, but it was like he knew. Karl knew I was hurting and it was okay to hurt in front of them." Quackity said, sinking into a chair across from his lovers. 

Schlatt reached out and opened the box. 

He let out a low whistle, "Those look expensive. What did you say?" 

"'Let me think about it.' It was two weeks before Tommy was killed and revived. After that, I could only think about you two. I worked day and night to figure out anything to offer or leverage Dream to bring you two back. I didn't know revival was an option." Quackity said honestly. 

This was the part Wilbur already knew. Knew that Quackity had worked relentlessly to come up with something to entice Dream to make him listen or have sympathy. 

"So they were your rebound. Did they fuck you?" Schlatt asked viscously. He was no longer draped precariously over Wilbur; he was leaned forward, hands in fists in his lap and his eyes dark. 

"No." 

"Did you fuck them?" 

"Yes." 

Wilbur didn't know what to do with that information. Quackity was close enough with these men to be asked for marriage, yet he wouldn't let them fuck him. Quackity had never topped once in the entire relationship with either Wilbur or Schlatt. Wilbur is always the dutiful switch, and Schlatt is the ever-present top. He could give Wilbur and Quackity a look, and they would be on their knees. Quackity would end up halfway into sub-space before Schlatt would even touch him. 

"Tell me exactly why they didn't fuck you. I know you love having something stuffed in your hole. Used to beg me to breed you, begged to carry mine and Wilbur's broods. Where did that attitude go?" Schlatt said menacingly; he had already risen to his feet, stood off to the side. 

Quackity went to stand, and Schlatt let out a warning growl. Wilbur watched with delighted eyes; if this played out correctly, they would be tangled in the sheets in the next 20 minutes. If it didn't, well, Wilbur didn't want to think about the negatives here. 

"Answer me, duck. Tell me why you didn't beg for their cocks, their knot, tell me why they didn't breed you the way I know you love so much." Schlatt took a single step forward as he spoke. 

Quackity muttered something under his breath, looking abashedly away, refusing to make eye contact. 

"Speak up." Schlatt demanded. 

"Because they aren't you, sir." 

Sir. 

That's what broke the dam, one small honorific, that Quackity at one point only allowed himself to mutter in the context of a scene. The three men had much preferred their own endearments. 

Schlatt would go weak in the knees, turning into a soft dom in a matter of seconds with an utterance of 'my lamb.' Not that Wilbur was much better, he would melt when one of his loves mumbled, 'dove' or 'birdie' while in the throes of passion. Quackity secretly adored 'duck' and 'duckling.' They were just facts, but Sir was specifically for when Quackity knew he fucked up. It was rare that the three men grew agitated enough to bring their stress into their sex lives, but when they did, Schlatt was Sir. 

It wasn't something that turned him on outside of the bedroom; he had been president after all. Wilbur's honorific for the duck hybrid was Daddy. They had decided on it long ago and had no intention of changing it now. 

Schlatt drug Quackity up by his shirt collar, "You are a brat, you know that. I am not pleased that they touched you at all, duckling. You are ours. Only ours. By Prime above If I have to change our vows to "even in death" I will." 

Quackity nodded quickly, "Yes Sir, only yours. Yours and Daddy's. That's it." He whined pathetically, but Schlatt hadn't released him. 

"Your punishment comes in two parts-" Quackity let out a high-pitched whine at the word only to be met with a quick slap to the thigh, "I am being generous with this, if you keep that up, I swear to Prime I am going to fuck you, and then Wilbur will fuck you, and then you will go to bed. Do you understand me?" Schlatt said violently. 

Quackity was in a daze; the second the short pop landed on his thigh, his brain had short-circuited. After that, he was on cloud nine, and Schlatt hadn't even fucking touched him, "Yes Sir, I'll behave Sir. I promise, I'll be good." 

Schlatt took a deep breath; it had been so long since he had touched his baby, and he was feeling the effects of it quickly, "What is your color baby?" 

"Green, so green, please." Quackity whimpered quietly. 

"Part one, you are going to get me and Daddy off, take everything we give you and then you will get to cum, if you cum without permission, you will continue to cum until you physically cannot. Do you understand?" Schlatt asked. 

"Yes Sir. I understand Sir." Quackity's eyes were softly glazed over, not genuinely focused on anything. 

"Repeat your punishment to me." 

Wilbur knew what Schlatt was doing. Quackity used to slip so quickly, never truly understood what was being said to him, and only gave the response he thought he was supposed to provide to continue the pleasure coursed through his body. But Schlatt and Wilbur learned quickly that there were some things that they needed him coherent for. He had safe worded out of one too many scenes because he hadn't actually been listening to what the two doms had told him. 

"M'gonna get you and Daddy off, then I get to cum. If I cum w'out asking, then I won't be allowed to stop." Quackity said, blinking away some of the fog that resided in his brain. 

"And your color baby?" Schlatt asked again. 

"Yellow." There it was the coherent part of his brain that needed clarification or was unhappy with something. 

"What is it, Duckling?" Wilbur asked quietly. 

"Sir, you said punishment was two parts, that one with a condition. What is the other part?" Quackity asked softly. 

Schlatt smiled fondly, rubbing Quackity's cheek with his thumb as his palm rested on the side of his neck, "Tomorrow, you are going to go to your boy toys and tell them, whatever you want, but you are going to tell them that whatever you have going on is through. Finished. Done. Do you understand me?" Schlatt let Quackity's head tilt back so that their eyes could meet. 

"Yes sir." 

"Whose are you?" 

"Yours. Yours and Daddy's. "Quackity said with a bright smile. Schlatt spared one more fond smile before slipping back into place. 

"On the bed, on your back, completely naked. You have 2 minutes. Go." Schlatt muttered quietly. 

Wilbur and Schlatt looked at each other with wide grins. Schlatt extended a hand to the man and allowed him to use his weight to pull himself up. He pulled the wiry man into a short kiss with a grin. 

Wilbur allowed himself one peaceful moment with Schlatt before ultimately turning towards the bedroom and allowing himself to slip into the façade of Daddy. 

When the two men arrived at the bedroom door, Wilbur let out a short puff of breath at the sight of Quackity splayed out in front of them. His short golden wings that had previously been tucked inside his shirt and jacket were splayed across the bed, his beanie discarded, allowing his now long hair to create an obsidian halo around his head. But, arguably, the most precious sight of all was his weeping cock that laid over his stomach. Hard and already dripping precum onto the expanse of his lithe frame. Wilbur thought back to how at one point, his stomach was a little fuller on the edges, his thighs a little plusher, ass a little rounder, but the sight in front of him kept him from lingering too long on the thought. 

Schlatt was gobsmacked after so long without seeing his husband's body; he knew there was only one option with the sight in front of him; make up for the lost time. 

The men moved from muscle memory alone, walking forward, one on both sides. Schlatt extended his arm, allowing his fingertips to trace from the inside of Quackity's ankle all the way up to his weeping cock, ghosting his fingers along the side of it, ripping a moan out of Quackity, providing stimulation, but not nearly enough. Wilbur was on the other side, already slipping in behind the pretty man, carding his fingers through his hair while allowing his other hand to ghost over Q's nipples. 

"Please." Quackity drug out the 'e' sound in a desperate attempt to get one of the two men to do something, anything. He sat on cloud nine feeling everything and nothing at the same time. The scratch of Wilbur's jeans resided on his back, agitating his wings slightly, Schlatt's cold soft hands mapping, exploring the expanse of his chest. The men were gentle, almost as if he would break if they pushed too hard, but he needed it. After months away from them, months spent topping two other men he didn't love or even really want, he needed to be touched, worshipped, fucked. 

"Please what, baby? What do you need?" Wilbur cooed, hoping Quackity would get straight to the point; he often used to beg noncoherently for things he didn't even know. 

"I need you to touch me. Hard." Quackity let out in a soft whimper, bucking his hips forward. 

"Hard? You want it hard, duck?" Schlatt said, wrapping his whole hand around Quackity's cock, squeezing gently enough to provide stimulation, pressure, pleasure. 

Quackity moaned into the night, the sweet sound drifting up to the ears of the two men. 

"Please, please Sir. Need you, need you both. Missed this. Missed you." He rambled. Both men knew that if he weren't drunk on the pleasure, he wouldn't have genuinely admitted to that. Needing them, wanting them, missing them. They had done a cruel thing to their little love, leaving him alone to deal with the backlash of their mistakes. They knew no one truly understood their relationship. Knew that to the public, it was Schlatt and Quackity against Wilbur. They didn't realize that in the bedroom, they worshiped the ground this boy walked on. 

"I'll give you what you need once I take what I want, duck. Don't you worry your pretty little head about. Sir is gonna take care of you." Schlatt finally said; he slowly stripped out of his clothing, a stray thought provided that he should have done that long ago; the clothes he and Wilbur were in were filthy. 

He opened Quackity's drawer next to the bed and found a half-used bottle of lube and a dildo similar to his and Wilbur's cocks in different ways. It held the length of Wilbur, but the girth and curve of Schlatt's and the man couldn't help but display a terrifying grin as he lifted the dildo and showed Wilbur. 

"Our pretty little slut, neglected this information, didn't he Daddy. Didn't tell us that he would go and fuck his little boy toys and the come home and think our cocks. Daddy's length and Sir's width, huh? Tell me, duck, would you come home, unsatisfied and whiny, fuck down on this dildo, dreaming it was the real thing?" Schlatt crooned, letting his hand rest on the side of Quackity's face bringing his head up just enough to look him in the eyes. 

"Yes, Sir. Needed your cocks, Sir. Daddy fills me up perfectly, you stretch me out so good. Missed it. Needed it all the time. Please." Quackity cried out. Desperate for attention. 

Schlatt hummed quietly, finally stripped of his clothes, settled down in between Quackity's thighs. He uncapped the lube bottle a spread some carefully onto his fingers before gently pressing into the hybrid's hole. It slipped in quickly enough, and once it was entirely in, Schlatt slowly worked it in and out. Quackity keened quietly, Schlatt pushing in a second finger had him moaning, a third had him babbling nonsense. By the time Schlatt had made it to his fourth finger, Quackity was begging, needy, and whiny. 

Wilbur had finally stood, always a bit more of a voyeur than he'd care to admit; watching Quackity get fucked by Schlatt was always such an intense experience; some nights, he wouldn't participate in the scene at all. Instead, he would sit in the chair beside the bed, perfectly positioned to see the entire bed and watch. Watch Quackity get fucked into the mattress, make those high keening sounds, and stroke himself to the pace that Schlatt set. Some nights, Schlatt would whisper dirty thoughts into Quackity's ears about how pretty he looked on display for Daddy. How vulgar it was for him to be getting off on the idea of someone watching. Wilbur almost thought that tonight would be one of those nights, but there was something he wanted to try tonight. So when he slipped from the bed and quietly got undressed, he listened. 

"Please please, right there, need you to fuck me please, need it so bad, please please." Quackity sobbed. 

"It's okay baby, but remember If you cum without permission I will milk you dry. Do you understand?" Schlatt said as he lined himself up. 

"Yes Sir, understand Sir. Please." Schlatt finally pushed in, the tight heat gripping around him; he met no resistance as he slipped in, Quackity letting out a whorish moan that would eventually tear his throat up. 

Wilbur uncapped the lube bottle and quickly prepped himself, fucking himself down on his fingers. Schlatt gave Wilbur a side glance, curiously, but his attention was ripped rapidly away when Quackity moaned out and squeezed down on his cock. 

Wilbur straddled Quackity's chest, the latter having the breath knocked from him at the sudden weight, and leaned down to whisper into Quackity's ear, "It's a shame you let someone else use your useless little cock before Daddy. But that's okay, I'm gonna ruin fucking anyone else, for you. You are never going to want to fuck anyone else. Do you want that baby? Want Daddy to ride you, Duckling?" Wilbur cooed.

"Please, fuck, please, Daddy. Want to feel you, Want you to ruin me." Wilbur grinned, carefully wrapping his hand around Quackity's cock before slowly sinking onto it. Wilbur released a low moan, not knowing how they never did this before. Quackity's cock was sizable. He just never expressed a want to fuck either man. 

"Fuck baby, your cock is so good, can feel it in me. You've got all this cock and for what? All of it so Daddy can fuck himself on it, while you sit there and take it." Wilbur looked down and could see the faint bump of it in his guts, and holy fuck, he could have cum just from that. But, instead, he clenched, trying to stave off cuming, wanting to be thoroughly wrecked first, which elicited a groan from Quackity, who caused Schlatt to groan in turn. 

Schlatt was behind Wilbur, carefully fucking into the man; he preferred hard and deep over fast and quick, a feature both Wilbur and Quackity enjoyed. Loved being able to bring them apart and make them cum once or twice on his cock before he finally would cum. 

However, Schlatt wasn't sure he would be able to resist the sight of Wilbur's flushed cheek, head was thrown back in pleasure as he fucked himself of their sweet boy's cock. The obscene sounds that fell from Wilbur's mouth, the flush that ran over both of their bodies. It was a sight to behold, and for a solid second, Schlatt wondered if he was, in fact, still dead, and he had finally been granted heaven. However, he quickly abandoned that thought as Quackity clenched around his cock and began to babble. 

"Fuck, Daddy! Feel so good, please, please, Fuck Sir. I need to cum, please, please, gonna cum." He babbled, clenching at the sheets in his fists. 

"Get me and Daddy off first, then you can cum. I promise." Schlatt said as he railed further into the man. 

Quackity reached up, hand wrapping around Wilbur's cock, stroking in time with Schlatt's thrusts. He weakly began to clench around Schlatt's cock, creating a tighter experience for the ram. Both men could have held on until Quackity started to beg. 

"Sir, please. Please cum in me. Please. Wanna be full, haven't been full in so long. Breed me. Want everyone to know I'm yours." Quackity whined, hand still wrapped around Wilbur's cock. 

"What about me baby?" Wilbur asked indignantly, it was all for show, but he wanted to see what the man would do. 

"Fuck Daddy, you are ruining me, been in your tight hole, now. Never want to leave. You feel so good." Quackity whined softly, bucking into Wilbur's hole at the same time that he dropped down onto his cock. 

"Oh my pretty baby, all used up, so happy that Daddy used his stupid cock to get off. Fuck, Baby right there!" 

Both men cummed almost in sync with one another, Wilbur whispering a soft "Cum," into Quackity's ear before he let out a guttural moan and released into Wilbur. Schlatt had pulled out while Wilbur slid off the man, leaving him cold and empty. Schlatt wandered into the lavish bathroom to start the tub while Wilbur curled into Quackity's side. Schlatt was always better at aftercare for the men; both would go to bed soaked in cum if they had their way. Schlatt gently roused the two men, Quackity still firmly in subspace after cumming in Wilbur's tight heat. Wilbur lifted Quackity and made his way to the tub, gently settling into the warm water. Schlatt helped bathe both men from the outside of the tub, washing both their hair as Wilbur cleaned Quackity out and then himself. Schlatt left Wilbur to softly pet Q, slowly bringing him back down, while he went and changed the sheets that smelt and felt of sex. Schlatt chuckled to himself that Quackity, while living in a lavish penthouse, still kept items in the same areas that the three men had in their previous home together. Lube in the bedside drawer, towels underneath the sink, sheets in the chest at the foot of the bed. Extra clothes are in the far left of the closet. That one had surprised him. He put the dirty sheets in the clothes hamper and saw a few clothing articles hanging there. A comfortable suit and lounge clothes that were in Schlatt's color scheme of charcoal and maroon. Another set of clothes, trench coat included, and lounge clothes in Wilbur's signature yellow and brown. Schlatt grabbed those items and clothes for Quackity before returning to the bathroom, where Quackity and Wilbur were whispering and exchanging lazy kisses. 

Schlatt rested against the side of the door frame first before saying anything. Soaking up how much he missed these two men. He finally cleared his throat and alerted the couple to his presence. 

"Hi, lamb. Thank you for taking care of me." Quackity said, adoration clear on his face. Schlatt blushed furiously, feet dragging as he walked over to the side of the tub and drug him into a lazy kiss. 

"Time to get out, duck. You too, dove. I grabbed clothes." Schlatt smiled and helped the two men into their clothes before finally stepping into the shower himself, quickly rinsing off and washing his hair and body. He slipped into the clothes and found the two men cuddled into one another. He sighed a soft sigh and slipped in behind Quackity, sandwiching him between Wilbur and himself. 

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When Quackity woke, he immediately felt the arm slung over his waist and the legs intertwined with his own. His brain slow processing in the morning, dreaded the idea that he had let Sapnap and Karl spend the night the penthouse until his brain started to clear up from the fog of sleep (and post orgasm bliss, let's be honest), and the events of yesterday slammed into him. 

Schlatt and Wilbur were alive.

His eyes flew open to be met with Wilbur; he craned his head and realized it was indeed Schlatt who had his arm on him. Quackity's heart seized up with emotions. His boys were home; they were alive and safe and home. Quackity wondered if this is what the poets meant when they talked about love. This tightness in his chest was the only thing that eluded the happiness he felt. Wilbur's thick curls shone brightly in the rising dawn's light, the white stripe was more than white, it was iridescent, shining brightly, his brown hair was more than just brown, strands of honey blonde seeping through, and he had the fleeting thought that the man would never be able to top this very moment. The world was still and quiet, and he could observe his lover in the early morning light with no interruptions. 

Schlatt was always a heavy sleeper, so it was no surprise that when Quackity turned in his grasp, he didn't even budge; when he settled back down, his breath hitched. If the golden rays had illuminated Wilbur's hair, Schlatt's looked like someone had plucked stars from the sky and placed them in his hair. The white splotches, when illuminated in this gentle light, looked like a halo. Schlatt looked like the gods gifted him; an angel, in this lighting, his horns gleamed; a feature that often instills fear in the eyes of many, in this lighting could only be described as beautiful. It reminded Quackity of a warrior who wore his sword on his hip. An ever-present weight of the beauty a blade can have. If Schlatt used correctly, these horns that could be used to crack someone's skull were the same horns that could be used to protect him. The beauty of duality. 

Quackity pondered the idea of duality; once upon a time, he had believed that people could only ever be one thing. Good or Evil, never both. Both of his loves were cruel and deranged men to the outside world, but as he grew older without them realized that he was wrong. They had both been vicious and terrifying businessmen and politicians, never afraid to cut someone down with their words or a blade if needed. However, both men were careful and gentle behind closed doors when just the three of them. Quackity used to think that meant that they put on a façade in front of others, desperate for that to be the case because, at the time, he felt that if he were wrong, it meant they had a mask on in their private lives. Therefore, the loving, gentle versions of his loves had to be a lie. 

But that was the beauty of duality; you can be two things at once. Quackity used to ponder if he forced his loves to be people they weren't, but he understood now that he was wrong. And basking in the morning light after months of not having them, it became clear how much having them by his side if what he needed. He needed his mates, required to love them, cherish them. He wanted a family, to settle down, grow old. He wanted Schlatt and Wilbur to reconnect with Tubbo and Fundy, even if it meant spending the rest of their lives atoning for their mistakes. It would be time well spent, in his opinion. Wilbur began to stir next to him, and Quackity slowly shifted to watch him wake. Wilbur lazily opened his eyes. 

"It was real?" He said blearily. 

"Of course it was, birdie." 

"I'm alive." 

Quackity reached out and pressed his hand to Wilbur's beating heart and smiled, "Very much so." 

"You won't be for very long if you keep talking." Schlatt muttered, nuzzling his face into Quackity's neck and kissing gently. 

Quackity basked in the glory of being wrapped in his lovers for a few more minutes before rolling over Wilbur, who groaned petulantly and walked to the closet. He grabbed a few clothes to get dressed and hopped in the shower.

He thought about the second part of his "punishment," which was in reality what he needed to do anyway, but breaking things off with Sapnap and Karl would be hard. They were great people, but how do you tell someone who proposed to you that you love someone else. Quackity turned the shower off, slowly getting dressed, and padded out of the bathroom, feet clad in only socks hunting for his shoes. Wilbur and Schlatt were still tangled in the sheets. Schlatt's back was resting on the headboard while he mouthed at Wilbur's neck. Wilbur sat with his hand wrapped gently around Schlatt's cock, pumping slowly. Quackity swallowed thickly and steeled himself; he needed to end things with Sapnap and Karl; he needed to head into the office and see Charlie, let him know about the two men who would now be roaming around the lands, and he needed to go check in on Sam. Busy day and he could not afford to be drug back into bed to fuck the rest of the day away.

Schlatt let out a high pitched whine when Wilbur's thumb dragged over the sensitive tip of Schlatt's cock, and

'Holy fuck they look so good. No, focus Quackity, you stupid duck. Get your fucking shoes.' he thought to himself. He was proud; he managed to grab his shoes and leave, leaving his moaning and insatiable loves in his bed.

He walked down the path to the Kinoko Kingdom, ring box weighing heavy in his pocket. When he got to the door of their home, he knocked gently on the door. Karl answered with a sad look on his face.

Quackity knew that Karl already knew what he was here for.

"I'm sorry, I-" Quackity started.

"It's okay, everyone got the notifications on the communicators last night. We get it." Karl said as Quackity fished out the ring box from his pocket.

"Karl, who's at the do- oh." Sapnap stood a few feet away from Quackity. He trailed his eyes over Quackity's figure. He knew what he looked like; while his clothes were put together, he knew that his neck was ravaged; Wil was always partial to minor forms of possession.

"I-" Quackity began before pausing, "Thank you. It feels selfish to leave, but it would feel worse to stay. I'm not sure how to describe it, I-"

"It's okay, really. I promise it is okay." Sapnap said, dragging the man into a tight embrace. He kissed his head gently and let him go, "If they hurt you, I'll kill them, again," he laughed, releasing the shorter man. He nodded, kissing Karl's cheek and returning to Las Nevadas. He made it up to his office and called for Charlie.

"Hey Quackity from Las Nevadas, how can I help you?" The slime hybrid asked cheerfully.

"Hey I need you to let everyone know that Wilbur and Schlatt will be staying here and that they are allowed where ever they please at all times." Quackity said with a smile as he filed through the paperwork on his desk. He turned to grab papers from the filing cabinet, realizing that he had left his keys at home. He sighed and then sat. He had neglected the paperwork over the last few weeks in favor of trying to figure out how to get the two men back. He glanced up and realized that Charlie was still there. He smiled gently at the Slime, "You can go, Charlie."

Charlie left his office, and Quackity started sorting through the papers and reports on his desk. The first dozen or so papers were profit reports which were still doing great; the next were incident reports, only a dozen or so; Quackity liked knowing when any of his staff fell below three hearts, made sure to check in on them to make sure they didn't have any lasting effects. He noted that three of them were from Charlie falling off the sides of various structures. However, the two stood out to him. Fundy and Purpled, both reporting falling below three hearts, their injuries appeared to come from one another.

He shot a message to both men telling them to meet him in his office.

When they came to the office, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Boys, care to explain why I have an incident report for you two?"

"I-" "He-"

"One at a time please." Quackity hummed.

"He accused me of betraying Las Nevadas, because Wilbur was revived." Fundy said plainly.

"He got to be planning something, Q. This is the only other functioning government on the server. Surely he's going to try something. Sneak in or something?" Purpled argued. 

"He doesn't need to sneak in. He's already here. Schlatt as well. They will be staying with me and will be granted unlimited access to the entire nation." Quackity said offhandedly. Purpled went to protest, but Quackity cut him off, "My fiances are allowed wherever they please, Purp. I'm sorry if that upsets you." he said earnestly, "You are dismissed."

Purpled left, leaving a shell shocked Fundy in his wake.

"My fa- Wilbur is here. In this nation. Why would you let him back here. My son is here, Quackity." Fundy said incredulously.

"I know, I know, Fundy. But he has changed. I-" Quackity paused, took a ragged breath, and allowed himself to pause, "I love him. I always have, before the countries and death. "Quackity said, allowing himself a modicum of vulnerability in front of the fox hybrid.

"I didn't"

"Know? I know. No one did. But that was part of what made it so easy to tear us apart." Quackity said, opening up.

"What about Schlatt, does he know? About the two of you."

"I did say fiances, plural, Fundy. I want to marry both of them. I would like to help repair yours and your father's relationship as well. If you will let me?" Quackity inquired. Fundy had tensed up at the thought, "It doesn't have to be anytime soon. I just, I want you both to be happy." Quackity said, raising from his behind it. He settled into the chair next to the fox hybrid. Fundy took a deep breath and settled into his chair, throwing a hand over his face and groaning.

"I'll think about it. I am assuming you are extending the same offer to Tubbo?" Fundy said.

"Yeah, I figured you and Wilbur would be a little easier. He never publicly called for your execution."

"Yeah, at least we have that going for us."

Fundy rose from his chair and sighed, "Thanks, Q. I'll think about it."

Quackity sighed and looked at the clock; he sent a message to Tubbo asking to talk peacefully. It was around 2; by the time he finished re-reading the message and hit send, Quackity sighed, pushed himself out of the chair, and headed to the prison.

When he got there, he was happy to see there wasn't anyone there; Sam sat at the desk.

"Want some lunch?" Quackity smiled.

Sam nodded reluctantly and headed to the break room. He grabbed some food out of the chest and sank into the empty chair.

"How is he?" Quackity eluded the man.

"He's refusing to eat. I don't know what his play is. I am exhausted. This is exhausting." Sam said quietly.

"How long is his sentence? No one knows." Quackity asked.

"I don't know, how do you put a time frame on the chaos he's caused?" Sam muttered.

"So what? Keep him here indefinitely? That's not prison, Sam. Prison is for rehabilitation. If you wanted to keep him forever, you might as well execute him, Sam." Quackity sighed.

"I can't kill him. He was my friend at one point. I know most of your don't remember, but before Tommy got out of hand there was this ever present peace. Eret was allowed his small kingdom, Foolish, Phil, and Techno had their temples. There really was peace. I just don't know where it went." Sam sighed; reminiscing made him sad.

"What if we could have it back? That peace, if you could be assured that Dream wouldn't lash out, kill, or manipulate, would you let him go?" Quackity asked curiously.

"Of course I would, but how can I truly be sure that he could change?"

Quackity thought about the beauty of duality. He thought about what made Dream tick, and then it clicked. George was the one person who could melt the man. Quackity hummed and shrugged his shoulders; he wouldn't do anything rash but began forming contingency plan after contingency plan. If Dream called in that favor, he would be ready.

But for now, he was ready to go home to his loves.

Quackity bid Sam goodbye thanking him for lunch and traveled all the way home. He sighed and allowed himself to relax after a day full of tasks.

He followed the sound of voices and found his boys right where he left them this morning, in bed.

"Did you two do anything other than fuck all day?" he teased.

Wilbur was propped up with back on the headboard; he was only dressed in boxers, while Schlatt was laid facing him, resting his head on a propped-up elbow laid over on Wilbur's stomach. 

"We would have loved to have you join us, duckling." Schlatt said as Quackity loosed his tie.

He kicked his shoes off and gently lowered himself into the space beside Wilbur, allowing his legs to tangle with Schlatt's.

He smiled at the two men, "I want to take you out on the town, show you everything." He said while nestling into them.

"Of course, duck. But, forgive me for asking, but are you okay? You seem tense." Schlatt stated.

"Promise me you won't be mad." Quackity pleaded, looking between the two men.

"I cannot promise that, but I can promise that we can work towards a solution if it upsets us." Wilbur said while Schlatt nodded in agreement.

"I talked to Fundy today about the two of you maybe talking. I know he wants that relationship with you, but I also know he's weary of you. He knows that both of you are here." He paused before adding, "I also asked Tubbo here, for similar reasons."

Wilbur and Schlatt sat in silence for a few moments, "I can't lie and say I am super pleased, because I am not. That should have been something he instigated if he wanted it. I wasn't a father to him. Not even a bad one, I just wasn't one. I treated him with indifference and had him killed. Publicly. I don't know how you make up for that." Schlatt sat criss-cross on the bed, playing with his fingers.

"You won't know unless you try. I know both of your boys have kids of their own now. Fundy adopted another fox hybrid, Yogurt. Tubbo has a husband and a son, Ranboo and Michael. It will never really be a proper family, but if you are going to be alive, you might as well try to fix damaged relationships. Who better to start with than your own children." Quackity pleaded.

A knock on the door immediately disrupted the sad note that this conversation had taken. Quackity rose, being the only one appropriately dressed, to answer the door.  

On the other side stood Tubbo and Fundy.

"Hello, boys. How can I help you today?" Quackity asked, charismatic as ever.

"My father has been alive over 24 hours and no one told me?" Tubbo seethed.

"We weren't sure if you would be interested in seeing him. Things didn't really go swell the last time you two saw one another." Quackity said causally. He tried not to make a big fuss about things, "Fundy, why don't you and Tubbo head over to the diner and me and your fathers will be over there in a moment?"

Fundy nodded and moved Tubbo away from the door. However, the ram hybrid glared before huffing and turning on his heels, shaking Fundy's hand off of his arm.

"Well loves, it looks like our conversation is going to be cut short. It appears your children do want to talk to you. Get dressed." Quackity said, slipping his shoes on.

The three men dressed and walked over to the diner, finding Tubbo and Fundy quickly before sitting at the table they had picked out. The silence swelled before; finally, Tubbo broke it, "Why are you alive?"

"Dream brought me back to life." Schlatt stated.

Tubbo huffed, "Why did he bring you back?"

"I don't know." He shrugged

Quackity interjected, "No we aren't doing that anymore. No more lies. I can't do it anymore, not again. Dream brought him back because I asked him to."

"Why?!" Tubbo shouted; you could see the fury on his face, and for a split second, Quackity remembered it was Schlatt's son he was talking to.

"Because, I love him."

"You killed him once. Betrayed him." Tubbo said like it was the most obvious thing in his life.

"That doesn't mean I don't love him or even that I didn't love him when I did it." Quackity shrugged.

"And you, where do you factor in all of this?" Tubbo said, glaring at Wilbur.

"I- "Wilbur seized up.

"What the silver tongued politician finally run out of things to say?" Tubbo snapped.

"Tubbo, that's enough. I know you are frustrated, but we are here because you want us to be."

"Then where exactly do all of you fall in this? You realize that you are sitting in between two people who died on opposite sides of a political war? Where you all together before the war, or did you get together after? I'm so confused." Tubbo said incredulously.

"We were together before the war, but after L'manburg was already established.  We just sort of fell in step together, the three of us." Quackity said quietly.

"Quackity encouraged us. I think he had been speaking to both of us separately." Wilbur said, bemused.

"You were both so great, I just needed you two to see it as well." Quackity said, blushing.

"And the three of us were great. Until I went and mucked it. Wilbur had the elections because I told him that L'manburg would choose someone else if they had a choice. And then I rigged it. It was the second greatest mistake of my life. One I regret deeply." Schlatt said honestly.

"What is your first?" Tubbo asked.

"Not being a better father. Having you look me in the face everyday was a constant reminder that I was never good enough. I wasn't even good enough to raise you, Phil did. He did an amazing job of it too, but I will always regret not being there. For being the worst dad ever. I won't apologize for my actions because words-"

"Are cheap. Actions pay the bills." Tubbo finished with a heavy sigh, "I wanted to hate you after the execution and I'm not saying that we are okay, but if we put the family aspect aside, I was helping a known enemy of state, anyone would have put me to death. I think what hurt the most was that you wouldn't even do it yourself. It made me feel like I wasn't even worth the time to kill." Tubbo said honestly. Schlatt looked down and sighed.

"Quackity said that you have a husband and a son tell me about them?" Schlatt asked.

"Oh uh, Ranboo and Michael. Ranboo is an Enderman hybrid. Real tall, lanky, love that idiot." Tubbo said with a goofy smile, "Michael is adopted, he's a zombie piglin we found in the nether, he had been abandoned by his pack when he got infected, I don't know what possessed us to bring him home, but we did. He's been asking for friends here lately, I thought maybe he and Yogurt could play if you were okay with that, Fundy?" Tubbo looked at the fox hybrid questioningly. Finally, however, he scrunched his face into a twisted scowl.

"Fundy, what's wrong." Tubbo asked quietly.

"I thought I would be able to sit here and pretend that everything was okay, but I can't. Schlatt isn't the only person who was a shitty father." Fundy bit out harshly.

"We know Fundy, that's why we are here." Quackity said gently. Wilbur gazed upon his son with sad eyes.

"It's not fair. You blew up my home. How do I know you won't do it again? What stops you from losing it and doing it again?" Fundy demanded.

"You want me to be honest, because it might not be the answer you want." Wilbur stated, he had straightened his back. And his eyes have taken on a terrifying glint.

"Yes."

"Quackity. This man right here is what stops me from fucking up again. I can't keep hurting him with my stupid selfish actions."

"Not even your own son and grandchild?" Fundy seethed.

"It's not that you don't matter, you do, more than you could ever know. But I am not apart of your life and I never truly was. How am I supposed to regulate my actions if there are no consequences? It sound stupid I know. But If I hurt you, you will leave I will never see you again and that will be the end of it. Quackity stares me in the face everyday and puts up with my bullshit. When we separated. I was so mad at Schlatt, I would have done anything to get back at him. But Quackity spent everyday with both of us. He never truly chose either of us. Yes publicly it looked that way, but what were we supposed to do. Tell the entire nation, 'Hey sorry, you are never truly going to not have either of us as a president because we are fucking one another?' How well did you think that was going to go over?" Wilbur ranted. He had stood up from his seat at some point and was waving his hands around frantically.

Quackity sighed and rested his hand over the other man's, hoping to soothe him. It worked, and Wilbur smiled gratefully and slowly sunk back down into his chair, intertwining the fingers that the duck hybrid so willingly gave. Fundy sighed and rested his head in his hands.

"Can we, I don't know, go for a walk. I need to stand up, but I don't want this conversation to be over?" Fundy asked quietly.

Wilbur nodded and smiled, rising to his feet and squeezing Quackity's hand as he let go.

The two men exited the building leaving Schlatt and Tubbo.

"I'm gonna go take care of some stuff at the office, Tubbo, you are welcome here when ever you would like and the offer extends to your family as well." Quackity said, gently kissing Schlatt's head as he left the diner, leaving the second father duo to themselves.

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The air had a chill to it when Wilbur and Fundy walked out of the diner. Wilbur, dressed in a long sleeve sweater and trench coat, shrugged off his outer layer, offering it to the fox when he began to shiver slightly. The man protested, but Wilbur stopped him.

"I'm dead, I don't really feel temperature the same anymore. It's mostly for aesthetics." Wilbur shrugged, lying casually, he knew that Quackity said no more lying, but he figured it would be okay this time. Fundy gratefully accepted the jacket after that and allowed himself to burrow into the oversized coat.

"I want to hate you, but it's hard when you are standing in front of me acting like you care." Fundy said bitterly.

"It's not an act. I do care. I always did. I just- I didn't know how. You've meet Philza, the man calls his children' Mate'. I didn't know anything about raising a kid. It's nothing but an excuse and I am sorry for that. I wish I knew what to say instead." Wilbur said quietly.

"It's not okay, but I get it. I raise Yogurt and sometimes I don't know what the hell I am doing, he just looks at me like I hung the sun, moon, and all the stars and I know that I could never hurt him." Fundy sighed. Muscle memory had brought Fundy back home, where Foolish was watching Yogurt.

"Do you, uh- do you want to meet your grandson?" Fundy asked, hopeful. Wilbur's voice got caught in his throat, so he nodded his head frantically.

The two men came inside and were greeted by Foolish; the totem god smiled joyfully and gave Fundy the update; Yogurt had been a blessing and went down easy. He smiled and clapped Wilbur on the back with a smile and headed out.

Fundy led Wilbur to a back nursery and smiled when Yogurt woke up just barely to see that his father was standing there. The small child reached his arms out to the child and made grabby hands at his father to pick him up. Fundy did so while Wilbur watched in amazement.

Sally, the woman, and shapeshifter he thought he would spend the rest of his life with, had run off while pregnant with Fundy, only bringing the cherub home when he was around 3, effectively leaving him of Wilbur's front doorstep with his name and birthday.

Wilbur watched as Fundy rocked the boy back to sleep. However, the young fox had his eyes trained on Wilbur. Fundy noticed this and offered the young cub to the man who rocked back and forth humming a tune to quieten the child.

"How do you know that tune?" Fundy whispered curiously.

Wilbur shook his head, stopping Fundy from talking, and gently laid the sleeping child back into his crib before leaving the room, Fundy hot on his tail.

"How do you know that tune?" Fundy demanded once again.

Wilbur stood in silence, "Why do you know it?"

"I've- I've sung that tune to him since he was born." Fundy said quietly.

Wilbur smiled, "I used to sing it to you when you were little. Your mother, she dropped you off to me, I didn't even know she was pregnant, she just disappeared one day and the 3 years later you were sitting on my front door step. You never stopped crying, that song was the only thing that ever got you to stop crying." Wilbur said gently.

Tears started to well up in Fundy's eyes; he had always assumed it was something his mother had sung to him. He never considered that it was something Wilbur had sung to him. He sat on the couch and pulled a pillow tight to his chest. Wilbur cautiously sat next to him and smiled, opening his arms, which the younger man collapsed into. They sat like that for a moment before hesitantly Wilbur started to hum that tune again, and finally, Fundy broke; he let silent sobs rack his body while his father held him.

Back at the diner, Tubbo and Schlatt talked amicably about Tubbo's life now, leaving very little out of the animate story. Schlatt listened on happy, just glad that he was willing to speak to him at all.

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Quackity sat at his desk looking over documents that seemed to be necessary, but he couldn't focus. Every hair on his body was standing on end; he just made his loves promise not to tell any more lies, and yet he is harboring the biggest one.

How does he tell his loves what he promised Dream in return for Schlatt's return? He knew that what he promised would brand him a traitor to the entire server. He thought about how connected his two families were becoming of he married Wilbur and Schlatt.

Dream had terrorized Tommy and Tubbo, Wilbur's brother and Schlatt's son, and left Fundy, Wilbur's son, at the alter. He has managed to manipulate and control everyone on this server at some point. He knew what he promised, but it didn't make him feel good.

A soft knock from his door shook him out of his thoughts; he was met with the face of Charlie.

"Quackity from Las Nevadas, can I come in?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah, of course Charlie what's going on?" Quackity said quietly.

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to know why you were in here so late." Charlie said, fully coming in.

"Well, I am trying to figure out what move I make next. I- did something not great, to get Schlatt back. And I don't regret it, but I fear the repercussions, if what I have done gets out." So Quackity said, only glazing over the whole truth, but he also knew he couldn't lie to the man.

"Why are you worrying about the future that hasn't happened yet?" Charlie states, and Quackity is sure that he meant it in an a nilhsitic, 'we are all going to die anyway' type of way, but Quackity shrugged his shoulders nonetheless. He stood from his desk, mumbled a quick goodnight, and found his way back to the penthouse. He realized he was alone upon entry, which made him tear up slightly before finally heading to the closet and changing. He grabbed a pullover shirt and boxers, showered quickly, and collapsed into bed alone.

Wilbur and Schlatt wandered back through Las Nevadas and finally made it back up to the penthouse around the same time; they slowly changed into pajamas and climbed into bed next to their lover.

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Quackity had grown used to rising before the sun; he usually would have sat outside and watched the sunrise, only moving once the sun's heat began to take the man's skin uncomfortably warm. He woke with the sun again and gazed lovingly at the two men who had wrapped themselves around him. He was used to walking alone. However, when he looked up, he realized Schlatt was already awake. This morning, he was gazing over both men, eyes trained on the glass wall that looked over the country. Quackity moved up nuzzled his head into the man's neck.

"Hmmm, good morning, duckling," Schlatt said, wrapping his arms around him. Quackity hummed in the back of his throat, a noncommittal noise to indicate some form of awareness. Schlatt huffed out a noise that could have passed as a laugh before tightening his grip on the raven-haired man. The two sat in silence before Wilbur finally woke; however, his waking was not peaceful.

He had let out a whimpered plea paired with a thrashing of his arms and upper body before waking with a jolt, sitting straight up. Quackity leaned over, moving to rub soothing circles on the man's back, but he bolted out of bed with wide eyes.

Quackity stared at the man, who would have been shaking in his boots had he been wearing any.  

"This isn't real. This cannot hurt me because this isn't real." Wilbur muttered low under his breath, squeezing his eyes close, tight. Quackity scooted quietly to the edge of the bed and allowed Wilbur a few moments before opening his eyes. Upon realization that the two men had not vanished, he began to sob. Quackity reached out slowly, grasping Wilbur's hand, and placed it to his chest where his beating heart lay.

"This is real. You are alive; I won't hurt you." Quackity said quietly; he slowly pulled Wilbur closer to him before he finally collapsed into a mess on the bed. Quackity maneuvered them so that Wilbur was mushed between the other two men.

Schlatt sat contemplatively; he had worried about this. Wilbur was less than sane while they sat in the dark. Schlatt had always been far more acquainted with his demons in the afterlife, but Wilbur struggled with it immensely.

He was worried, to put it lightly, he wondered silently what happens with the moon that leads you through the darkness falls from its place in the sky? His eyes wandered over to Quackity; what happens if your sun falls too? He had already been up this morning contemplating how to keep them together forever. He was under no illusion that this would be easy. He had put on a bold face, but he was physically hurt. Every bone in his body ached from use, and his head pounded with the noise and lights. He didn't want to spoil this for his little love; however, he was very aware of the after-effects of life on his body. He could trace the lines of every scar he had received in his previous life, but there was an ache in his heart that he couldn't part with. He wondered if Wilbur felt this too, or if it was just a side effect of his revival. He had died of natural causes, where Wilbur had been snatched from this life. Schlatt had met many gods over his years, but none of them had eluded to this upon revival. Schlatt kept these thoughts to himself, deciding that now was not the time.

The entire day was spent in bed, only leaving for food, and even that was eaten in bed. Finally, Quackity had drug Wilbur to the shower, gently washing down his body and wiping away all of the lingering effects from his episode this morning. Quackity cooed quietly as he washed Wilbur's hair; the man had been sitting in front of him as he worked for his hands through the curls. Quackity made a note to finally take the men shopping for items they wanted tomorrow if they both woke in good moods. When Wilbur and Quackity had finally stood up in the shower, Wilbur pulled Quackity into a searing kiss.

"What was that for, not that I am complaining?" Quackity asked, leaning their foreheads together.

Wilbur smiled before finally speaking, "You take such good care of me. I just wanted to thank you. Which speaking of…." The man trailed off, sinking to his knees in front of the hybrid, "Can I?" Wilbur said softly, nuzzling into the junction between Quackity's cock and thigh.

Quackity hissed as his cock twitched in interest, he had no ulterior motive when he got in this shower, but he would not turn down the opportunity, so he nodded his head.

Wilbur smiled, sucking a hickey on the skin in front of him, before he stroked Quackity's cock slowly, getting him hard before he allowed the tip to slip past his lips.

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Schlatt sighed; his loves were in the shower, but he needed to go out and figure some things for himself. He slipped his clothes and shoes on and scribbled a note saying he'd be back.

He shoves his hands in his pockets as he leaves, feet dragging him to the old house.

He cuts through some vines over the front door and pushes his way in. The house is disgusting, to put it lightly. There are bones and rotting flesh in the corner where inevitably there were mobs that had found their way in before the doors had been closed tight with vines. He surveys the first floor, he designed it to have an open concept with a kitchen, dining room, and living room on the first floor with a small half bath, the second floor was three bedrooms and a full bath, in case the three of them needed separate spaces. The final floor was the area of enchanting and the library.

At least, that is what a floor plan would show.

He knew that if he pressed into the half bath tile in the right area, it would lead to an underground room that Schlatt had made for himself.

He walked over and pressed the correct tiles and heard a low groan of pistons move, angry and out of practice from months without use, but they did their job, the floor moving just right, forcing a singular block for him to fall into, taking two hearts of damage. In the room were chest upon chests on the walls with a shrine at the end of the long rectangular room. He riffled through the chests, two double chests full of new netherite armor and weapons. He smiled at these things as they had remained untouched and uncovered to the rest of the world.

In the final chest closest to the undedicated shrine was what he was searching for. He placed the shrine on the table, sunk to his knees, and prayed for his deity to answer his prayers.

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"Fuck, Wilbur, your mouth." Quackity panted out, one hand wrapped in the hair of his love.

Wilbur bobbed his head in earnest, he hadn't taken Quackity's cock all the way down yet, but he was working up to it. He stared up at Quackity with unshed tears in his eyes.

Quackity was gorgeous like this; the head was thrown back as the streams of water pelted against his back. The overspray created such a pretty sight around his golden wings that were spread and tensed from pleasure. Wilbur finally allowed Quackity's cock to hit the back of his throat, and he rested there, constricting his throat slightly as he focused on breathing through his nose. Quackity's grip on his hair tightened as he let out a high-pitched pathetic whine.

Wilbur thought off-handedly that he would like to cockwarm Quackity while the man was at work, but he didn't have a chance to picture it as Quackity tugged harshly at Wilbur's hair, sliding him off his cock slowly before pushing back in.

"You look so pretty like this, Daddy. Such a pretty cock slut." Quackity's sweet words and tone were a sharp contrast to his rough movement as he fucked into Wilbur's mouth as he had such an unforgiving hold on his hair.

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The grip on his head was punishing, a harsh reminder of who exactly he was dealing with.

"We had a deal, you stupid pathetic ram. You understand that, correct?" The deity seethed through the veil it had to conceal its face. A face that Schlatt had seen only once before.

"I know. Please, I know. I don't know how Dream got the knowledge. The book isn't missing, and he never asked me about it or anything. So I don't know, okay." Schlatt cried; the skin of the deity felt like burning fire and stinging ice simultaneously, tears pricked his eyes, and his vision was hazy.

"You need to stop him." They stated. It felt like screams in his ears, despite the whispered tone the deity used.

"No. I won't. Kill me now, but we are done. You gifted me the knowledge of revival, but you said nothing of this terrible emptiness in my chest. Our deal was agreed with no tricks and you assured me that there would be no adverse side effects." Schlatt said, pulling back on the grip on his head.

And then he did something that he knew he would probably regret; he reared his head back quickly slammed his horns and skull into the veiled figure. It staggered back in shock, its veil falling to the floor.

The figure stared back into Schlatt's eyes. Veil askew, and he could see their face, the sharp edge of bone showing through before shaping into the beginning of a woman. Schlatt held his breath at finally seeing its real face. The terrifying harbinger of Death a façade under the deity's natural mothering, she had explained once that she was unable to control both sides at the same time it was either one or the other.

Schlatt used to be terrified to look her in the face after a meeting with the harbinger, the entity a cold, terrifying presence so unlike its host, who was warm and loving.

"You poor thing. I am sorry, you know how it gets. What is this of you experiencing pain?" She asked so lovingly as she carded her fingers through his hair.

Schlatt was under no illusion that this version of the Death was any less violent, hostile, or  capable  than the harbinger, but she knew she longed for her children in a way that he understood. So he allowed the soft side to melt for a moment before pulling back and explaining.

She hummed quietly before nodding resolutely, "You know of my angel, yes? He experienced this once, I believe, long ago. Talk to him about it. If you ever get around to telling my son about me, tell him I love him, yes?" She said with no response, leaving him there alone with his thoughts.

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Wilbur ground his cock against Quackity's thigh after having the man cum down his throat. The chair in the bathroom squeaked relentlessly under pressure, but Wilbur could not have cared less; the quick drag of skin against his cock was too delicious. He was gonna go crazy from sensation, the drag of skin, Quackity's heavy breath in his ear, the hand that stroked delicately at his wings.

"Duckling, please, please, I need-" His pleading was cut off short as Quackity wound his fingers in his hair again and gave a sharp tug, tugging his head back to scrape teeth against the column of his throat.

"What do you need, Daddy? Come on, you know I'll give you anything. Tell me." Quackity said into Wilbur's skin. He worshiped the skin, worrying in between his teeth to create a beautiful red shade that would turn a deep purple against alabaster skin. Wilbur was so easy to mark, his pale skin bruising at the faintest hint of harsh touches. Quackity and Schlatt were both darker in nature, Quackity being of a completely different race. While beautiful when marked, his skin didn't give off the same hue, and Schlatt's olive tone was similar in nature. Both men had agreed long ago that if they could permanently mark up Wilbur's body, it would be a beautiful addition to the man's blemishes along the perfectly imperfect skin.

"Fu-Fuck." Wilbur let out a low groan before finally cumming against Quackity's thigh.

Quackity cleaned both men up, wiping them down with a wet cloth before helping them get dressed and back in bed. Wilbur fell asleep quickly while Quackity walked through the penthouse looking for Schlatt before he finally found his note, explaining his disappearing act vaguely. Quackity worried before sending out a message on the communicator asking where he was. He waited a few moments before sighing in relief when a message came back through stating he was almost home now.

Schlatt finally returned home, and the three men eventually fell back into bed.

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Wilbur woke up easier the following morning, allowing the three men to go out and about Quackity finally was able to update their wardrobes and buy other necessary items for the two recently revived men. Both men were eternally grateful, realizing that their fortunes had been dispersed after their deaths. Wilbur's had been released to his father, and Schlatt's had been released to Quackity.

Quackity stated that he had just added the money to his own so Schlatt could have whatever he wanted and informed Wil that if he wanted, he would find a way to compensate his father for the money he had received.

Wilbur was eternally grateful for everything his little love had done for him, but after a morning of noise and lights and just— constant interaction, he found himself tired and worn out. Quackity had not noticed still animatedly chattering away, but Schlatt had noticed. Had slipped behind him and allowed the man to lean heavily against him.

"Too much?" He muttered into his ear lowly.

"It wasn't at first, but now it feels like every bone in my body aches and my brain feels like it's going pound out of my skull." Wilbur whispered tiredly.

"I feel it too. The noise is too loud, the lights too bright."

"Even the fabric of my clothes is too much. What is happening to me— us?" Wilbur asked quietly.

Quackity had noticed that the two men seemed tangled in their own bubble, and while he didn't want to intrude, they were still in the middle of the mall in town.

"I'm sorry. I haven't been very attentive. Would you two like to go home?" Quality said a little bummed out; he was determined to spend time with the men.

"No, my love. We need to go see Phil." Schlatt said determined.

"My father? Why?" Wilbur questioned.

"I made a deal long ago for a version of immortality. One very similar to your father's, I asked them about the issues we are having—"

"Issues. You didn't say you were having issues." Quackity said, startled.

Schlatt ignored him in favor of finishing his sentence, "and they said that your father had some of the same types of issues before."

"But my father was granted immortality by my mo—"Wilbur looked at him with a sharp glare," Please tell me I'm wrong. That I'm not assuming correctly. Who did you make an immortal deal with?"

"Your mother."

Wilbur stared in horror at the man in front of him. He knew what his mother's gift of immortality came with. It came with two options, Fucking his mother, or killing for her, repeatedly.

"Please tell me you are lying. Please tell me you haven't fucked my mother."

"God no, she stopped accepting those deals after your father. No, I am technically a reaper for her, but the deal has been changed since we got involved. Not because we got involved. I didn't know you were her child until 2 years after we were dating. Once she found out that we were together she stopped asking me for souls. Said she would prefer you not to be dating a reaper, but that she knew she wouldn't be able to stop me. She's very-"

"Mothering?" Wilbur deadpanned.

"Yeah.." Schlatt rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Yeah she's like that with Dad as well. Have you met uh-"

"The Harbinger? Yeah it is-"

"I'm sorry can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?" Quackity snapped.

"Oh Duck. I am sorry we got caught up talk-"

"Talking about your mom, I got that part. Will someone explain to me what the fuck you are talking about and why no one told me that you two are hurting?" Quackity reached out but quickly pulled away, suddenly feeling very insecure about himself. He was an awful partner. His loves were hurting, and he wasn't even aware. God, he was stupid.

Schlatt and Wilbur could see that Quackity was turning against himself. It was a common trait for the man. However, this time seemed to be a bit more out of control.

"Duckling, it's okay we didn't," he reached out to grasp Quackity " want to worry you,"  died on his lips when Quackity violently jerked back.

"Q? Please don't do this. It was our fault for not telling you." Wilbur tried to coax the man into his arms.

The only thing running through Quackity's brain was how much better off the two men would be without him.

"Look, uh, y'all go to Phil's. I'm already out of the loop, just uh, message me if you need something. I'll be at the office." Quackity said, his wings already in flight and gone before either man could protest.

"It'll be okay; let's just get to your dad," Schlatt said, wrapping his arm around Wil.

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"It's called Death Fatigue." Phil hummed as he sipped his tea. His book was still gripped loosely in his hand while Techno stood protectively in the corner, hand on his blade prepared for any moment of insanity from the two men. Neither of them even had armor or weapons to sport, just new clothes that Quackity had bought them.

"How do you fix it?" Wilbur asked. His hand gripped the edge of the couch pitifully.

"You don't." Techno deadpanned.

"What?"

"He's not wrong. We've both expierence it. Most expierence it for a few hours after respawning. Some never feel it. Some… Like Techno, will always feel it." Phil said, gazing softly at the man.

"Technoblade never dies." Schlatt mumbled softly.

The hybrid grinned ruefully, "It has its perks, its down fall was that I now live with it."

"Some people grow out of it. Some people don't, some people have to die again to come back normal. You never experienced it when you both died the first time?"

"I'll be honest I don't think I was alive long enough to feel it. Before dying again." Schlatt says.

"No that's not right you would have felt it immediantly." Phil said stubbornly.

"Kill me." Wilbur stated quickly.

"No. We don't even know if we respawn." Schlatt argued.

"If I don't, then I don't." Wilbur said.

"What about Q. We promised not to leave him again." Schlatt seethed under his breath, not really wanting to have a lover quarrel in front of Wilbur's father.

Wilbur hung his head low. He knew the other man was right.

"If it doesn't go away in a few days, I will teach you both how to handle it." Techno said quietly, "I know it is a lot to deal with, but most people when they respawn they feel great when they wake up, like they could run a mile, then things start to catch up, finally hitting a peak of discomfort before finally vanishing. If you don't hit that peak in a couple of days or start to come down. I will teach you how to handle the unsavory parts of it." The man started, trying to be reassuring; however, Schlatt understood what the man was actually saying.

There is a chance this feeling will never go away. 

Schlatt tried not to panic; he had no idea how to explain this to their duckling. Quackity was already upset that they had kept their discomfort hidden from him; how would they explain that this pain may never go away.

Wilbur was already in his head about the situation when Schlatt had ushered them out of the house,  "what if this got worse and didn't go away?" "This discomfort is already borderline unbearable." "Schlatt's hand is warm, but uncomfortable." "Oh god, what if touch become unbearable." "What if sex becomes unbearable?" "What if Quackity and Schlatt leave because I don't want to be touched?" "Oh god they are going to leave me." 

While the man was stuck in his thoughts, Schlatt had gotten them to Quackity's office. The ram determined to get the duck to talk to them about the whole situation.

"Hey, Q, we are bac- Oh are we interrupting something?" Schlatt asked tersely.

Karl and Sapnap sat hand in hand on the sofa near Quackity's desk while Quackity was making a drink. His tie was loosened, his shirt untucked and rumpled. His beanie was lopsided on his head. Overall, he looked debauched. Jealousy reared its ugly head in Schlatt's chest while Wilbur finally zoned back in.

"Course not, loves. Come on in. I was making a drink, would you like one?" Quackity's hand hesitated over another glass but quickly capped the alcohol when Schlatt shook his head no. He did not dip into the seat next to the couple on the couch; instead of sitting behind his desk, drink in hand as his other picked up a pin. "Karl and Sapnap ordered some dinner and are waiting for it to be brought up. They offered to have dinner, but we opted for eating up here. I didn't want to be gone if you two came looking for me up here. "He said, shooting the men a slight smile; Schlatt's jealousy was soothed, Quackity could have ran off if he wanted to but he didn't. He waited here for them.

However, due to the nitpickiness of his brain, Wilbur's insecurities and jealousy reared back at that comment, "And if we wouldn't have come looking for you?"

"I'm sorry, what?" Quackity asked confused.

"If we weren't going to come look for you, Quackity, what would you have done then? Go out and have dinner with them?" Wilbur said incredulously, Schlatt was now just as confused by Wilbur's behavior.

"Uh, I'm technically still having dinner with them, I guess. Are you upset that I didn't order you something. I really didn't know what time you guys would be back so I didn't want to be gone long in case you showed up."

"There you go again, by all means you don't have to sit up here and  wait  for us, if it is such an inconvenience."

"I'm sorry, love. I am not sure what you are angry about?" Quackity asked quietly.

"What am I angry about? I'm angry that I have been out trying to figure out what is wrong with me and all I wanted to do was come to you and when I get here it looks like we were interrupting the beginning of a fuck session." Wilbur seethed.

"Whoa, look I might be many things, but I am not a homewrecker. We were friends with Quackity before we proposed and that was all this was, friends hanging out. "Sapnap interrupted.

"Excuse me if I don't trust the men who proposed to the love of my life shortly after I died, barely out of his mourning arc might I add." Wilbur snapped.

"Wilbur, okay that's it we are going home. I am not sure what's going on, but I am not going to let you continue to berate people who are close to me."

"Oh so now they are close to you?"

"Oh God. Home. Now." Quackity left no room for argument when he grabbed his coat and Wilbur's hand.

The walk home is silent and the elevator ride up is borderline stifling. It wasn't until Quackity ushered both men inside did the dam break.

"What. The. Fuck." Quackity slammed the door shut, "I can't even begin to explain the amount of confused and frustrated I am right now."

"Oh, I'm sorry that it makes me uncomfortable that the guys who proposed to you are in your office alone with you and it sounds like you are trying to hide something from us. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You look like you've been throughly fucked. Oh but that's right you don't let them fuck you, you fuck them, right? Should we even still believe that?" Wilbur shouts.

"Whoa-ho, do not bring me into this." Schlatt says determined, he walks over to the cabinet, grabs three glasses, and pours a drink for all three men. He walks back over to the men he calls his loves and hands them each a glass, "Why don't we all have a drink and take a second to breathe." He takes a sip of his.

"Why would I want to drink or breathe when we got the news we just got and he's fucking his ex-fiances!"

"Oh for the love of Prime, we were not fucking!"

"Even I'll admit that was my first thought when we got to your office. I mean, Karl was melded to Sapnap's side and your tie is lose and shirt is fucked."

"Great you too!"

"No not me too. But if you weren't fucking, why do you look like you've been tossed around by a tornado?"

"I was worried." Qauckity mumbles under his breath as he takes a drink of his drink.

Wilbur is still standing in the entry way of the apartment, wings flutter restlessly at his side, unsatisfied with the answer, "Worried about what? What do you have to be worried about?"

"Really, Wil? You think so low of me? You and Schlatt, the two men I dropped Karl and Sapnap for mind you, tell me this morning that you are having problems, problems I caused by having you brought back. I know Dream brought you back of his own volition, however the day you were brought back I was on my way to beg him to bring you back." Quackity let his tears fall from his face, "You are hurting because of my selfish needs to have you back. And I don't know how to fix it."

"Oh duckling. Come here." Schlatt sank into the couch cushion, spreading his arms out. Quackity scrambled into his arms and held on for dear life.

"I can't loose you both again." But, then, Quackity sobbed, "I would rather die first."

"Shh, it's okay. We have this thing, it's called Death Fatigue."

"Oh you poor things, why didn't you tell me?"

"You know what it is?"

"Yeah," Quackity dried his tears, "I expierence it every time I respawn. Oh," Quackity scrambled out of Schlatt's grasp, "why did you let me touch you, oh god. I have been so so shitty. We have been fucking for like three days straight. Oh fuck. Have you been in pain this whole time. Oh fuck, Wil yesterday I-" Flashback of Wil on his knees and his hand fisted his hair played through his mind, "I am so so sorry."

"Q, darling, it's okay. I have wanted everything we have done and touch only got uncomfortable some time yesterday and today. The thing that has been getting me is the lights."

Quackity quickly rushed and lit the lanterns in the room, flipping the switch that controlled the lamps in the walls, "What else can I do?"

Quackity's mind had blanked out the entire argument that had led them to this moment. Long forgotten in his mind was the terse voice and acquisitions of cheating. Then, however, it hit Wilbur like a ton of bricks how shitty he had just treated the man.

"I'm sorry, Q. I- I was worried that you wouldn't, I mean I know I wasn't great before I died, but you wanted things to go back to normal and now we have this and I just-"

Quackity hushed him, "Can I hold you for a moment?"

Wilbur nodded his head, allowing his body to be enveloped in the warmth that was Qauckity. For a moment he basked in the feeling, pushing away the sense of skin-crawling and teeth grinding to allow this fraction of affection to seep into his bones. Providing comfort for both him and his love. He brought his arms around the man, burying his fingers in the mop of dark lock, nuzzling his head in Q's neck inhaling the scent of warmth. He pondered how you would describe the smell of home for a moment and wondered if he could bottle it to be uncorked on a night he feels lonely. Or if he could simply remain the rest of his life in these arms. The arms of this man that he had selfishly accused of betraying him, tears slipped down his face as a sob wracked his chest. He could feel Quackity's arms tighten around him, bringing back the peak of discomfort in his skin, but he wouldn't let go. Even when Quackity's grip weakened, he held on as if he was drowning and Quackity was his life jacket. Squeezing even tighter he realized he was. Quackity was his sun, and moon, and all of his stars. He would never love another the way he loved his precious Q. Wilbur was floating in the abyss and even after kicking and screaming, pushing away the one thing that kept him tethered to this world, Quackity stayed. Was actively choosing the yelling and the screaming and the difficulty to stay with him.

"Wilbur, look at me." Then, Quackity whispered, the brunette pulled his head away to stare into the eyes of his lover.

"There is no normal. Whatever we need to do to make you comfortable will be our normal. If that means that I can't touch you for a while, of ever then that's what we will do. I love you, not for the body you exist in. You could come to me in different forms, in different lifetimes, and I will keep choosing you. Not Eret, Not Karl, Not Sapnap, you. You and Schlatt are all I need."

Wilbur choked on a sob threatening to spill from his chest and surged forward, kissing the man in front of him.

"Alright you two, let's get changed and into bed." Schlatt muttered.

Chapter Text

It took several months for the peak of Death Fatigue to hit; it was okay for a few days, the three men co-existing in the same space and sleeping in the same room. Wilbur spent most days with Fundy, and Schlatt spent most days with Tubbo. Both men enjoy the joys of being a parent and grandparents. Unfortunately, both men and their sons, Wilbur and Fundy, along with Schlatt and Tubbo, had to have several more chats and arguments before properly enjoying their relationships. Fundy was mad that Wilbur was finally able to change, frustrated that he hadn't changed sooner, but glad that he had finally changed.

However, the constant tangle of limbs in bed became too much for both men to bear; Wilbur had initially offered to stay with Fundy; however, Quackity quickly shut that down and told them that he would sleep in the office and that he would buy a more comfortable couch so that someone could crash there. And just as soon as the problem had become just that a problem, they solved it.

The three men rarely saw one another only because of the new sleeping arrangement. Because of nights spent in his office, Quackity was unsure how to breathe in the same room as his loves. Schlatt slept on the couch, often drinking until he passed out, which had begun a whole new problem. This left Wilbur sleeping in the giant bed alone. He longed for the nights where they cuddled until he was so hot he had to go; he just never thought he would  have  to sleep alone.

The morning that he realized the Fatigue had passed, he had woken up horny. He was not immediately cringing at the thought of touching himself or of being touched. Instead, moments flashed through his mind, his relationship with the two men having lasted long enough to have plenty of jerk material. His last night active with Quackity had drifted to the fore of his mind.

His hand trailed softly over his own body, circling softly over his nipples, reaching up to his neck to pet slowly over his pulse point before following further down. He took it slow, not wanting to rush into his first release in months. He teased his sweats down slowly; an image of Schlatt's hands and smirk flashed in his mind. He kicked those off, bringing his feet up so that they were propped up, feet planted on the mattress firmly; he trailed his fingers down his thighs and closer to the hem of his boxers. The way that Quackity used to tease them off with his teeth had him taking a ragged breath for a moment. Then, he paused all ministrations and allowed him to feel every sensation. He could feel his thighs twitching in anticipation, his cock straining against his boxers, the way his chest was already heaving. He let his eyes slip close, causing his mind to run wild with flickering images of his loves. He pulled his boxers down and kicked them away, and finally wrapped his hand around his cock.

The pathetic whimper that left his lips at the feeling was like lightening down his spine. His mind fogged in a haze of lust as he gave his length a light squeeze. Feeling the dry drag of skin against skin had his legs spasming for a moment. Then, finally, he got to the head of his cock and thumbed over the slit, the body immediately reacting, spurting a pearl of pre-cum onto his hand. He used this to wet the head a little, letting his thumb drag over a few more times, allowing it to slick up the process so that he could still feel the breath but not the uncomfortable pain that went with it.

He started with a slow pace, allowing the electric feeling in his stomach to build before forcing himself to pull his hand away for a moment. He whimpered a desperate breath at the lack of stimulation, his hips bucking for half a second before breathing deeply, allowing himself to continue. This time, he started his pace a little faster, drawing out desperate tiny breaths, allowing his mind to run wild with thoughts.

Schlatt stood over him, watching, telling him to stop each time he got close. 

Quackity and his pretty voice, calling out to him, "So good for us, Daddy. So pretty too. Don't you think so, Sir?" 

"Of course he is, you know when he's prettiest, baby? When you wrap your pretty little lips around his cock. His head throws back and I can see all of his throat, love seeing it all marked up. Don't you agree baby?" 

"Yes sir." 

"Then why don't you get over there and suck Daddy's cock?" 

He let out a guttural moan, almost spilling onto his hand right then, but he quickly took his hand away. He was letting himself breathe for a moment.

Suddenly light filled the room as Quackity opened the door, sneaking in slowly before pausing.

"Oh uh, fuck. Sorry. You are usually still sleeping when I come to get a new suit. I gotta grab a shower." He ducked his head, the blush on his face too obvious.

"Wait!" The crack in his voice was noticeable.

"Uh, are you sure. I don't want to-"

"Please, don't leave me like this. Please, Q." God, Wilbur's voice was fucked, and he had barely spoken since he had woken up.

"Fuck, Wil. I don't want to hurt you, baby. I couldn't live with myself." Quackity said softly. Body still waring with his mind. His hand was on the closet handle while his body,  his eyes , trailed over Wilbur's body.

"Please, if you don't touch me I might actually cry. Please baby, Daddy needs you to touch him." Wilbur whimpered, his hand reaching out to Quackity.

The youngest man groaned in the back of his throat, "You have to tell me the moment anything becomes too much. There is no pushing your limits." He said as he trailed his fingers up Wilbur's thigh.

Wilbur nodded desperately, "Ah-ah, I need you to use your words."

"Okay, okay no pushing. Just please- fuck." Quackity had wrapped a soft hand around Wilbur's cock, stroking up and down.

Quackity took it easy, not wanting to push Wilbur but not wanting it to be too fast for the sake of enjoyment. Quackity's cock was straining against his pants, but he ignored it in favor of taking care of his Daddy.

Quackity had only the intent of a hand job and then to escape to the shower; he had been in these clothes for three almost four days and was very much so looking forward to getting in the shower; however, the thoughts of anything else was quickly abandoned when Wilbur whimpered desperately bucking his hips up and muttering a desperate plea.

"Q, baby, please. Daddy needs more than just your hand , please ."

Quackity's resolve faltered with these words. His brain slipped with the hazy fog with the utterance of Wilbur's honorific. Wilbur gripped Quackity's shoulders, hoping to pull his head closer to his aching cock. Instead, Quackity went willingly, enveloping the tip into his mouth. Quackity allowed Wilbur to push down on his head, lightly gagging him. This went on for a few minutes before Wilbur was spilling into Quackity's mouth.

Quackity pulled away with a distant faraway look in his eyes; Wilbur pulled him up, not worried about the fact that he was completely naked and Quackity still wholly dressed.

"If this isn't a sight for sore eyes I'm not sure what is." The voice startled both men from their stupor. Schlatt was leaning on the door frame. He laughed a little while shaking his head, "We can talk later, right now let's get a shower you two." Quackity hummed softly, brain still a little bit foggy.

The three men were showered and dressed and finally sitting at the table eating breakfast.

Quackity took a sip of his coffee, "So how are we feeling?"

"I-" the sounding of alarms cut off Schlatt.

"Fuck."

"Q, what is that?"

"That is the alarm, we need to get you two somewhere safe, now." Quackity ushered the two men up and out of the door.

"Wait- where are we going!"

"Just trust me!" Quackity drugged them to his office and pressed a button underneath his desk, popping open a small trapdoor, "In, in, please." Quackity rushed.

"No, not with out you. What is happening." Schlatt demanded.

"Dream has escaped prison and I need to keep you safe."

"Why? He resurrected us. Surely he wouldn't hurt us again." Wilbur said.

"He's gonna hurt you when he realizes that I am going back on a promise. I just never thought that Techno would actually go throught with it."

"Q, you aren't making sense."

"You are scaring me, Q."

"I promised Dream help if he escaped, and now that is coming back to bite me in the ass." Quackity confessed.

"You did what?"

"I know, I know."

"Go, go figure it out, we can be mad later." Wilbur insisted.

Quackity kissed both men passionately and then bolted out of the door. He enderpearled to the Prison where he was met with Technoblade, Dream, Sam, Conner, Ranboo, and Bad.

"If you don't get back over here, I am going to kill Ranboo."

Sam is going to kill Ranboo.

"Sam, what are you doing!"

"If he doesn't get back over here, I am going to kill him."

Quackity watched the event unfold in slow motion; Sam raised his sword and brought it down; Dream and Conner held Techno back.

He's not going to be able to save him. So I have to save him.

Without a thought, he threw his last ender pearl and knocked Ranboo out of the way, falling to the ground, and Sam's sword came down on Quackity's back. It was slicing through armor and skin. Quackity could feel the tear through his skin and wings. The sword swung heavy enough that it cracked through his wing, and he let out a piercing scream, but it was enough, Techno and Dream finally bolted away, and Ranboo had enough time to do his ender walk thing and pop away.

Sam retreated in horror at what he had just done and what he was about to do. Then, fleeing the scene with his tail tucked between his legs, leaving Bad with the aftermath of his destruction.

Quackity had passed out from the pain, and Bad had grown to his demon-sized and gently lifted the man into his hands, carrying him back home.

Bad eased into Las Nevadas to be met with more than one word. Foolish, Fundy, and Purpled stood swords drawn.

"Look I just wanted him to get home okay." Bad mumbled softly.

Foolish spitefully took the small man from the demon and spat a quick, "Get out," before taking the man to his office. Inside, Schlatt and Wilbur paced the floor.

The three men, Schlatt, Wilbur, and Foolish, tended to his wounds, reset his wing, and made sure he was warm. Wilbur sat perched on the side of the bed, his hands grasping Quackity's. Schlatt stood at the end of the bed, watching.

Hours passed into a day, days passed into weeks, and then months had passed. Quackity remained motionless, Wilbur had made sure his wing had correctly healed, Schlatt made sure he bathed him daily, and the sheets changed constantly. He made sure he brushed Quackity's hair, and he fed potions to him as often as possible. Both Fundy and Tubbo visited with their families often. Ranboo was distraught the first time he saw Quackity, begging Schlatt and Wilbur for forgiveness. Forgiveness that they readily granted, it wasn't Ranboo's fault.

It was Sam's and Dream's fault.

After three weeks of no progress, the men had grown angrier at the situation. Schlatt and Wilbur had entrusted their duckling to Tubbo and Fundy for a total of 3 days and two nights promptly hunted down both men and stole life from them. Dream was easy to track down, both men were intimately familiar with the admin enough to know that there was only one person he would trust right now, and it was George. George was easy enough to placate in the situation, a little bit of lying, telling him that if XD wanted he could be brought back. George agreed that Dream needed to pay for his crimes, unknowing that Schlatt was unwilling to allow the man to be resurrected. Dream had begged for mercy as Schlatt held him down by his boot, and Wilbur had driven a netherite sword through his chest. Dream's body quickly blinked out of existence and dropped only a few items, including the infamous revive book. Schlatt scooped this book up and reaped his soul quickly, making his revival impossible. George had screamed bloody murder, quickly alerting Sapnap and Karl. Fortunately, neither man seemed willing to start a fight with Schlatt and Wilbur. Sapnap only admonished George for harboring Dream after Sapnap made it clear that Kinko would not support Dream.

Sam was a different story. While directly responsible for hurting Quackity, Sam was also a pseudo father to the man. They knew that the knowledge of hurting him was enough to weigh heavy on his heart, but upon confrontation, they realized that while he felt guilt for it, he had also rationalized that had Quackity not gotten in the way, he would have been fine. Which promptly sent fore through Schlatt as he explained that, "Hey, dick head, he was trying to protect his family. You know, Ranboo, our son-in-law!" Schlatt got up in Sam's face as he berated him up one way and down the other before finally gearing back and slamming his horns into the other man's head. He hadn't intended to take the man's life in such a display, but when he stepped back and realized that the body was blinking out of existence, dropping only two items, a set of keys and a small picture, when they looked at the picture they found that it was a picture from Quackity's childhood. The small avian resting on Sam's shoulders is surrounded by Foolish and Ponk. Schlatt and Wilbur sighed, pocketed both items, and returned to their sleeping love.

After they returned and another week had passed by, they realized that Las Nevadas' citizens had begun to come to them with different requests and needs. Charlie asks Wilbur to sign off on this; Fundy is bringing Schlatt reports on that. Finally, Wilbur had left Quackity's side and returned to the office, cleaning through the desk and starting to file away reports, signing off on various reports that he knew would be okay, stashing away others to discuss with Schlatt. They would not let Quackity's country go to hell simply because he wasn't there.

One of the things that Schlatt did while waiting on his duckling to wake was pair up with foolish to build a new house for the trio with plenty of room for their growing family. Schlatt and Tubbo spent more and more time together, bringing in Ranboo, Michael, and Tommy. Wilbur had Fundy and Yogurt. Because of the proximity, Wilbur began to repair relationships with his brothers, Tommy and Techno, along with his father, Phil.

Both Wilbur and Schlatt had begun to schedule appointments with Puffy at her therapy center. Wilbur to get help with the demons that ran rampant in his mind and Schlatt with his alcoholism. The nation and the server began to repair itself; Sam had meekly asked to see his son a few weeks after he respawn, which the two men allowed. He had asked about the set of keys, but both men shrugged their shoulders and said the only thing they picked up was the picture. Sam didn't need to know they had destroyed the Portals to the Prison and put the keys in an Ender Chest at the bottom of an ocean to be forgotten forever. No one needed to have the power Sam had inside that Prison, and Sam was somehow okay with that.

Amongst all these things, the two men had decided on one thing. Sundays were for Q. It didn't matter if Las Nevadas was burning down or if Dream had been revived from the dead; everyone knew not to bother the two men on a Sunday. Instead, they would spend the entire day next to Quackity, curled up next to him or in a chair by the bed. Wilbur often had a guitar or a journal, and Schlatt could usually be found with a book of some kind, but they spent the day talking to Quackity about the different things that came to mind.

After about eight months of this routine on a Sunday no less, Wilbur and Schlatt had been curled into each other's side sharing a sweet but long kiss; neither had touched the other since Quackity's accident, but it didn't mean that they hadn't still loved each other. They hadn't heard the slight rustle of sheets, but they had heard the gravelly voice, "I hope I'm not interrupting."

They had jumped apart and looked at the source of the voice. Quackity bleared over at them, smacking his lips some and pulling himself up, "What did I miss?"

Schlatt and Wilbur had immediately thrown themselves at the poor avian and nearly crushed him in a bone-crushing hug. After that, they had recanted their stories avidly.

Quackity had smiled while the two men spoke; he gazed at Wilbur, who for once in his life, despite talking about killing Dream had never looked healthier and more ethereal than he did in this one moment. Then, he had glanced over to Schlatt, who was gazing at Wilbur adoringly as he went on about killing Sam with his horns of all things.

Quackity smiled and thought about what used to fear him about his loves. The decisive, cold, calculating versions of the men he loved, he pondered how he had never seen the Beauty of Duality before.