call them enemies.. or lovers. | c!tntduo
the cold and harsh thoughts of how the brunette hated quackity filled his mind. it was all he could think about as he followed said man through the cold night, into a cave.
'where is this fucker headed,' wondered the taller man, resisting the urge to groan and let the other be aware of his presence. he couldn't, because who follows their enemy through great victories and bigger downfalls, all in one night? he'd seem like a stalker which, by the way, he wasn't, he just needed to know where quackity was at all times.
okay, so maybe he was a bit obsessed with the other man, but that's only because he'd told wilbur he was attracted to him on a drunken night. he'd meant nothing with it, wilbur was sure of it, but he couldn't get it off his mind. the possibility that, if, this was true, that things could stop going wrong so much was one wilbur would gladly take upon himself.
he definitely didn't want to hear the other's voice more, or see his face at moments so weak. who would even, begin to think of something like that?
nonsense, enemies are just that, enemies.
wrong, wilbur found just mere moments after.
quackity who, had been fighting mobs ever since he'd entered that cave was looking around for danger as, it seemed awfully safe this moment. he had been expecting a skeleton, perhaps a warden. certainly not wilbur, staring directly at him and having paid no attention to the danger behind him. without exchanging a word, quackity aimed his crossbow at the skeleton that was about to attack wilbur, killing off the threat.
'what are you doing here, soot,' spoke quackity slowly, as if wilbur was dumb and needed time to take in the words.
'I, uh, need to take care of some stuff?'
quackity threw his sword to the side and sat down on some rocks: 'you don't even sound certain of your own words. spit it out.' 'have got no idea. just, no idea. here in peace though, i have no weapons on me you can check.'
not hesitating a second, the younger man acted upon the offer, getting up as quickly as he'd sat down and sliding his hands along wilbur's body carefully, looking for any sharp object.
when he found none, he pushed the other backwards and looked at him for a second, before taking off his shirt: 'quit the staring and take off your coat, will you? it's so hot aren't you sweating?'
'I guess, yeah. what's it matter, you've made it clear you don't want me here.'
'all i did was ask a simple question, don't twist my words soot. don't think i want you here either, it's just dark out and who knows what dangers are hiding out there. would be a real shame if those creatures got to you before i did,' quackity groaned. 'real shame,' said wilbur, voice's tone having been unreadable. 'what,' the other man asked, confused as to what he meant by that.
everything quackity did seemed sexual to the other: his manspread? on purpose, he was sure of it. readjusting his belt? well fuck, might as well have taken it off there. putting his pants in his pocket? well, why so obviously? was he begging wilbur to get horny?
of course he wasn't, wilbur was just being delusional
the tall man forced himself to think of something, anything else, as he let himself sink down against the rocks next to his, so-called enemy. so he started talking: 'impressive aim, where'd you learn to work with a crossbow?'
'foolish,' said the other quickly. it was clear he wasn't interested in small talk.
'if you're not interested in talking then what do you plan on doing the whole night,' wilbur finally spoke.
'don't know, don't care. what do you have in mind, then, if you're so smart and well-prepared?'
did he, really just say that?
'what,' quackity spat, not sure if he'd wanted to laugh in this situation or not, 'surely you're joking, wilbur. stop joking around now, please.'
'why? do i make you nervous,' wilbur chuckled, having chosen to ignore the obvious fucking yes written all over quackity's face, instead looking at him with a questioning look.
'wh- no! no, of course not,' the black-haired man yelled out a tad bit too quickly.
'try again. does this make you nervous,' wilbur asked, pressing his lips onto the other pair in front of him.
quackity wanted to pull away, but something stopped him. perhaps it was the way this seemed genuine, soft. unlike those times with schlatt, where all the man was out for was revenge, a way to punish quackity for not doing his job correctly.
but this, this was, love?
no, of course not! it was stupid, but it felt so safe.
just as quickly as it happened, it had came to a stop and the kiss was over. 'hm,' questioned wilbur.
'i- no, no you don't make me nervous we- we hate eachother! stop this, what do you think you're doing,' quackity said and, his voice sounded full of disgust but his gaze was different, it spoke, endearment?
wilbur shot the other a look and, if looks could kill flashed through quackity's mind, immediately having looked down.
'undress,' the brunette commanded.
doing as he had been told to do so, quackity took off his dress pants, not looking away from wilbur's face. he was afraid he's burst out laughing, that this was some kind of cruel joke being played on him.
'good boy,' wilbur cooed, getting up to get a better view of the other's face and, well, body. resting his weight against the tall walls of the cave, the man suddenly perked up and picked quackity's sword out of the belt it'd been resting in, before sending it into the air and killing another skeleton.
a look of worry spread across the other's face, to which wilbur responded with: 'don't worry, i'll keep you safe darlin'. after all, it'd be a real shame if those creatures got to you before i did.'
quackity scoffed, hoping a laugh would be enough because god, the way wilbur's fingers had closed around the sword and sent it spinning towards the threat, he'd be lying if he said that didn't turn him on. not that fear turned him on, he didn't think so, at least, wilbur just had very nice looking hands that would hopefully be put to very nice use.
it was then that quackity started second-guessing it all. what if wilbur didn't like his body, what if he was too fat without his boxers and what if wilbur preferred more, hairy men? what if quackity wasn't good enough?
'i- i don't know, i'm, i don't-'
in one quick movement, the taller was standing in front of quackity, speaking: 'hey, you don't have to do that. i don't know why you're suddenly hesitant, but i promise you that, i wouldn't care if you wanted to stop, nor would i care about what it looks like down there really. if that's what's preventing you from undressing, i promise i don't have any expectations. i'm attracted to you, quackity, i don't have a way people have to look, especially not down there. i just want you, yeah? and if it helps, god i've never, ever seen another man's dick besides mine. it's stupid but i've never even watched porn, so really that's nothing to be self-conscious about, i promise.'
'you're so damn good with words,' quackity half-complained, half-joked, having taken his boxers off, too now.
'i know,' said wilbur mindlessly, most likely not even having listen to what was said before, really only paying attention to taking in that pretty body that was quackity's. he had a very noticeable happy trail, something that wilbur really seemed to take interest in, and his cock was curved slightly upwards, something that, in an odd way brought the picture together.
it fit quackity, it really did.
'if you're gonna be needy might as well show it, whore,' wilbur hissed, unbuckling his belt and slightly lowering his pants and boxers. his explanation?
'you're the slut here, can't have anyone walking in thinking you might be in charge when you're obviously not, pup. now you stop staring at me and put your lips to use, yeah?'
having nodded his head quickly, quackity wasted no time getting on his knees and resting his hands on the brunette's thighs, before he had licked the cock in front of him, hesitantly keeping on the act of licking it until he'd gotten familiar with the pace. 'ready,' the man on his knees mumbled, certainly not having expected to be pushed down onto wilbur's dick the second he took the tip in his mouth.
he'd wanted to get used to the taste, because his friends often joked about dicks probably tasting weird - not that they'd know, they're all quite sure about not liking men and most likely never even tried it.
but still, it would've been nice to get some time to adjust.
wilbur kept forcing quackity's head up and down in a steady pace, enjoying the other's weak gag reflex everytime he took all of the other's length. but unlike with schlatt, the shorter loved being manhandled by wilbur. he liked the way the other pulled him up by his hair and pushed his face down again with such force that, it'd probably leave a bruise down his throat.
finally, wilbur had started slowing down his thrusts: 'that's enough throatfucking, don't wanna cum from just that now, do we?'
quackity pulled his lips off of the other's cock, shaking his head no softly.
he felt disoriented, out of place, to say the least.
and, as if that wasn't all good enough already, wilbur stepped behind the black-haired man, only to push him forward as he kneeled down behind him.
'yeah, good slut. stay like that, i promise i'll make you feel good,' wilbur whispered from behind quackity, softly caressing the man in question's ass.
the brunette's thumb lingered over the shorter's ass, contemplating how to go around this in a way it'd be, less painful for the other. so, he did what anyone would've done in that situation and put out two fingers in front of the man's face: 'suck.' it didn't take long or a familiar pair of lips wrapped around his fingertips, sliding quackity's tongue over the fingers in his mouth.
'alright that's enough now, don't get too caught up sweetheart,' whispered the brunette. he pulled his fingers out of the wet and positioned them behind the younger's ass, slowly having let one finger enter his hole.
a soft groan was heard from the other, who was biting his teeth through the pain. 'it'll feel better, i promise. patience, darling.'
and so quackity got prepped, not one, not two but three fingers having helped with that process. yes, it felt good, he'd be lying if he said otherwise, but it didn't necessarily get him off.
wilbur, at the sight of the other so submissive for him, shaking his ass slightly when he'd stopped prepping him, realised he'd gotten painfully hard and, well, why wait any longer? so he didn't, positioning his cock behind the shorter's ass and holding onto the hips of said man as he sunk into the hole.
'there's your time to adjust, puppy. take it, and tell me when i can move,' the brunette said once he was, about halfway into the other.
a groan fell from quackity's lips as he re-positioned himself on his elbows, which had caused even more friction and pain.
through his pained whimpers, the younger breathed out a faint: 'it hurts too much.'
'hey, it's alright, i'll wait a bit 'till you're ready. i promise i'll be gentle, to start off, at least. take your time, really, we can't really go out as soon as it turns light anyway, people will question it. we've got time,' wilbur assured the other.
and the other just nodded in response, not having had to wait much longer to nod another one instance, grabbing one of wilbur's hands in his as a way of saying: 'i'm ready,' but without any words.
‘good boy,’ wilbur cooed, slowly backing out a bit again, before making his return and having slammed back in.
soft and loving thrust turned into rough and needy touches, wilbur grabbed the other’s hips with such force that it’d sure leave a bruise or two, not that either of them cared.
angling his hips certain ways, it seemed as if the brunette had been looking for something, which he found the second his thrusts faltered to grab the smaller’s neck. He had sloppily thrusted back in, being caught off guard when he heard quackity moan a: ‘god, sir, f-feels so good, thank you.’
and from that moment on, all kinds of sounds got milked from quackity’s lips; whimpers, whines, moans and pleas filled the dark cave.
wilbur loved the new-found spot that came with these sounds, and the small movements it caused quackity to make. he was flinching and turning underneath the older, thrusting up his ass to get any, more friction.
gasping for air, the black-haired man realised he hadn’t notice his throat being pressed down on, he hadn’t realised the other was preventing him from getting just enough air to function normally. ‘what, do dolls need to breathe too, now? you’re so spoiled, you should be happy i wanna help you out here,’ groaned the brunette.
wilbur didn’t take enough pleasure in just these small reactions, instead choosing to have placed his free hand on quackity’s cock and skilfully sliding his hand up and down.
which seemed to work, because the sounds intensified but, before he could even take pleasure in it, he took notice of a warden being close.
‘do you want us to die,’ the brunette asked, to which the obvious response had been: ‘no!’
‘then do not make a sound,’ said wilbur, ‘or we’re both dead.’
quackity hadn’t realised his sight got taken away from him, because he closed his eyes due to the pleasure he found himself experiencing. he found his ass being caressed once again and, just as he thought wilbur would stop to make quackity keep quiet, he thrusted into him in a different position.
with this new angle, it seemed as if everything was a hundred times more sensitive. it felt like, with every thrust the younger was closer and closer to seeing stars, because god, did this feel good.
heavenly, almost, but not quite, because wil's pace seemed more, careful again.
whatever the reason was he couldn't make a sound, it sure was scaring the other.
for a while it just, stayed like that: quackity strugling to having kept quiet and wilbur just faltering his movements ever-so-slightly at times.
until: 'it's gone, sweetheart. you can be loud again.'
he didn't need any more reassurance, or the shorter boy was already whimpering and begging for more again, which made the other chuckle behind him.
'good boy, so desperate and needy,' said wilbur, roaming his hands over quackity's chest whilst keeping the smaller up, as he'd lost control over his limbs due to the pleasure that was, building up in his stomach.
't-too much, sir, ne-need to cum,' quackity stuttered, failing to sound, even slightly okay. because he wasn't, he was failing to keep the pleasure in and had to let go, it was painful at this point, he just needed to release. 'cum for me, baby,' wilbur cooed.
the younger moaned out a faint, 'thank you, sir,' before doing as he'd been told to do, letting the dam break and releasing all the built-up pleasure.
'good boy,' was whispered, 'you did so well, sweetheart, so good, i'm proud.'
again, through his whimpers, the boy mumbled something about the brunette having to cum too, to which he assured: 'i will, dear. i'm close, too, i promise you made me feel good. just a little longer.'
the cries and whines spilling from quackity's mouth, the way he'd let himself fall to the ground and the way his body moved every time wilbur thrusted in, it was enough to make the taller cum, right then and there.
he did, painting quackity's walls white as he pulled out to the sight of - fuck - his cum, spilling on the harsh cave's ground.
enemies, that's what they do, he was sure of it.
who would miss out on an opertunity like that?
no, they fucked. all the time.
