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Glass shattered as Quackity stumbled around a corner and slid into a room, slamming the door shut in a panic.
“QUACKITY! GET BACK HERE.”
Quackity gasped, his back against a door before something slammed against it. He fumbled to lock it and climbed into the bathtub nearby. Catching a glimpse of his tear streaked complexion in the mirror.
“ALEXIS OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR.”
Quackity drew in a wheezy breath and sat in the tub, pulling his knees to his chest. His wings were broken in multiple places as he sobbed. It went quiet before a soft tone filled the bathroom.
“I’m sorry pumpkin…”
Quackity shivered, he hated when he got violent like that.
“Dinners ready…”
Quackity took a deep breath and trembling got out of the bath to stare at his reflection.
“I’m not hungry.” he snapped. It was quiet and he could hear his partner sigh.
“alright…Goodnight sugar pumpkin, i love you…”
No he didn't…
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“Q?”
Quackity flinched and looked at the hills scenery before looking to Soul, his eyes filled with worry.
“Sorry- i got caught up in memories” he chuckled lightly, Soul lifted a hand slowly causing Quackity to pull away. Soul’s eyes widened and he gently grabbed Q’s cheeks wiping away a tear, Quackity stared and relaxed laying his cheek against Soul’s hand.
“Bad one?” he questioned, Quackity nodded and Soul frowned with an understanding nod.
“Soul.” Q stated his name with confidence and Soul nodded with acknowledgement his nose against Quackity’s, their heads resting together. “How many people have you lost….?” he questioned, Soul smiled sadly, his eyes shifting to meet Quackity’s.
“Alot…most of them dying from disease…some leaving me, betraying me, hurting me…” he sighed and pulled from the embrace pulling his knees to his chest, much like how Quackity once had done.
“I’m sorry…” Soul looked at Quackity who was staring at the ground now. “I know when we first met I was really…rude and a prick. Even when I criticized you for killing so many people I had no room to talk.” he muttered, he took a deep breath and looked at Soul who was watching him with worry and curiosity.
“I don’t exactly have a clean record either…neither does Wil. maybe that's why we get along so well or we fit together or we just were drawn together.” he fumbled over his words and Soul kissed Quackity gently.
“No…we were drawn to each other because we love each other, because we’ve all been through some sort of trauma that we can help each other with because we unfortunately have experience with…” he smiled nuzzling his head against Quackity’s neck.
Q smiled and found himself playing with Soul’s hair.
“I swear you’re an angel sent from heaven” he chuckled, Soul rolled his eyes.
“Oh the irony” he chuckled, Quackity smiled and messed with Soul’s hair.
“Soul?” he requested, Soul hummed in response. “Me being…aggressive with you doesn’t bother you does it?” he questioned, Soul blushed. He knew what he meant.
“I- um. No…in all honesty i prefer it more than a romantic relationship…” he muttered sitting up quickly, Quackity laughed to himself.
“So you’re a masochist?” he questioned, Soul’s eyes widened. He didn’t know that's what Quackity meant…
“I- oh…i mean-” he went silent, his face red, Quackity lifted Soul’s face to him by the chin.
“Use your words.”
Soul stared for a moment heat pooling in his abdomen, he stood slightly and shook his head.
“This- i- we’re in public Q.” he mumbled, Quackity raised an eyebrow.
“I thought you liked being watched~” he whispered into Soul’s ear as he turned away, his arms wound around Soul’s waist and Soul held back a small gasp as he leaned back against Quackity.
He was right…
“Just not here..” he spoke slowly, Quackity glanced at Slime’s grave and chuckled in disbelief of himself.
“Then follow me.”
Quackity grabbed Soul by the arm and pulled him towards Las Nevadas, an uncomfortably familiar place before he was dragged into an alley and pushed into a hallway. Like old times…they were here again, except this time not as enemies.
The door behind them shut and Soul was pushed against the edge of his old wood desk. “Quackity wait-” his breath hitched and he melted into the rough kiss that he was pulled into.
Soul’s hands wrapped around Quackity’s neck as he clenched them into Q’s hair, Quackity dug his nails into Soul’s hips and he whimpered.
“Quackity- i don’t know how exactly this goes wait.” he snapped, Quackity frowned, their clothes already rumpled.
Q blushed slightly “I- oh. Soul, I won't do anything you don’t want me to do…but I am willing to teach you” he whispered, kissing down Soul’s neck. “Because either way…” he paused slightly, biting Soul’s nipple through his tunic. Soul squeaked and bit his lip. “I’ll just make you dumber and dumber…” his lips reached Soul’s lips again. “Until the only thing you can scream…is my name” he grumbled. 92Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbiG6pXGrkw
Something dangerous flashed in Soul’s eyes and he turned red, Quackity licked his lip and smirked, biting Soul’s bottom lip and kissing him aggressively. Soul moaned against his lips.
“W-what about Wil?”
Quackity glared at him.
“Fuck Wil…he always gets you.” he scowled and kissed Soul again, Soul’s breathing became uneven as Quackity traced his lips down his body.
Something clicked and Soul was picked up and pushed down onto the bed, his arms pinned above him. The familiar sound of Metal clinking before he was restricted from moving, Soul bit his lip.
He knew what they were.
Quackity shuffled Soul’s pants down and inserted something into him, Soul drew in a squeaky breath.
“Be a good boy okay~” Quackity whispered. Soul bit his lip as Quackity pulled his fingers from him and went to sit in a chair next to him by the bed, a small remote in his hand.
Quackity was showing a side he’d never shown before.
Something buzzed and then Soul’s body felt it, the pure ecstasy that ran through his body in seconds. His back arched and he moaned, Quackity smirked his hand covering his mouth to hide it as he upped the setting.
Soul’s eyes widened and he whimpered as he tried to sit up, the feeling of too much pleasure to handle in that position. He found himself on his knees, wrists still cuffed to the bed as his dick started to drip with precum.
“Quack- Quackity~” he moaned out loud, Q froze his body reacting.
Shit.
“P-please…” he begged, Quackity scowled.
“Color.” he questioned strictly, Soul fumbled over his words. Saliva threatened to escape his mouth as he dripped all over the abandoned sheets.
“G-green”
He crumbled as best he could, the vibrator taking him to heaven. The cuffs rubbing against his skin just enough to add to the pleasure, maybe he was a masochist.
The foreign object moved up closer to his prostate and his eyes lit up before rolling back as he let out a drawn out moan, his head lolled to the side and he stared at Quackity with a dangerous look.
Quackity stared, startled his erection growing slightly. Soul’s eyes, drained and fucked out landed out as he bit his lip. The setting was upped and his body jolted, his eyes closed as he moaned uncontrollably. Quackity watched him, resisting the urge to rub himself as he watched Soul lay there in an awkward position, his eyes rolling back as he moaned, saliva escaping his lips.
“A-Alexis~” he groaned, Quackity froze. Who told him his name? Soul rasped. “C-can i cum..?” Quackity pulled himself from his shocked stupor as he met eyes with crystal lustful ones.
Quackity chuckled, he liked the way Soul moaned his name.
“Say my name again,” he demanded. “Moan it, scream it, i dont fucking care.” he hissed leaning towards Soul.
Soul turned red and nodded, the setting was upped, more unbearable than before as he crumpled and let out a sweet moan. Quackity’s name mixed in somewhere.
“Al-Alexis please- i don't want this~” he choked out a sob, Quackity’s body went rigid and he glared at Soul
“Don’t want what. Use your words slut.” he growled, Soul moaned and gripped the cold metal holding his hands together.
“I don’t want this stupid toy! For fucks sake~” he gasped for air as the vibrator pounded against his prostate, he was so close to just letting out. “I want you. H-holy hell~” he let out a moan and hid his face in the sheets before his back arched and he cried out Quackity’s name, tears streaking his cheeks.
Oh what a sight.
“What do you want from me?” Quackity questioned, he was teasing him. Soul was starting to become irritated.
“I want you to fucking rail me. Ravish me, eat my for fucking dinner. I don’t give to shits what you do to me as long as your dick is abusing me, I don't want to be able to walk after this.” Soul hissed the best he could before he fell limp finding himself giving into the pleasure and painting the sheets with a thin pale substance.
Quackity stared in awe before he turned the toy off and stared at Soul, Soul just laid there his body trembling…covered in his own semen as he tried to get the oxygen he lost back.
The cuffs made a rigid metallic sound before they were dropped on the floor and Soul was grabbed by the waist and pulled onto his back, his legs finding their way over Quackity’s shoulders.
“Color.”
“Green.”
Quackity smirked and slammed into him, Soul’s back arched and twisted as he tried to turn to his stomach. Quackity grabbed Soul by the hair keeping him in the twisted position as he pounded him, Soul’s hands dug into the sheets and mattress.
Quackity’s dick almost reaching Soul’s guts, rearranging him. Soul moaned and gasped and grabbed at whatever he could as Quackity bit and marked him with no mercy.
Quackity yanked on Soul’s hair and pulled him up onto his dick, their lips brushing as he moaned. Quackity let out a soft groan as they locked eyes but didn’t kiss. Instead Soul’s head fell into the crook of his neck as Quackity slammed up into him. Soul’s wings fluffed out and he held in a moan only for it to be choked out as Quackity’s hand found the sweet spot between his wings.
Soul’s body trembled and shook as he bit down on Quackity’s neck, Quackity moaned and dug his nails into Soul’s scalp only for Soul to lean back and roll his hips into Quackity as he pounded him.
They gasped and held onto each other, Soul came soon after and gripped Quackity’s shoulder before he was yanked off the bed and shoved over the bed. Soul’s legs trembled as Quackity readjusted and rolled his dick into Soul again, hitting directly against his prostate.
Soul’s legs threatened to give out and he whimpered and moaned, low groans and moans erupted from Quackity as well. The sound of skin on skin and moans filled the room as the feeling of crescents made in skin and hair being pulled put them both into heaven.
“God you’re such a good little cock slut.” Quackity groaned, his dick slammed into him again, precum slicked his length before he groaned and let out inside of him. He crumpled over Soul just as Soul came for the 7th time that day, his legs wobbled and gave out and he slid to his knees on the floor.
Quackity chuckled and found himself falling back into the chair behind him, Soul caught his breath and smiled.
“I love you…”
Quackity bit his lip and bent over kissing Soul softly in response. “I love you more…” he purred.
Someone's watch went off and their eyes widened.
“Shit. our meet up with Wil” Quackity stood quickly and rushed into the other room to fix himself.
Soul scowled.
“Alexissssss” he whined, Quackity froze and dipped back into the room.
“Right, sorry-” he chuckled and helped Soul up before just giving him a piggyback ride instead, he’d be able to walk again eventually.
“Also. only use that name in bed.” he demanded, Soul smirked and kissed Quackity’s neck.
“Of course Alexis.”
“Soul.” he growled, Soul chuckled.
“Finnneeee”
Quackity chuckled.
Soul chewed his food as Wilbur and Quackity chatted about who knows what, completely zoning out.
“Soul? You okay?”
Soul didn’t answer, his mind running back to what happened an hour before this. He didn’t really see Quackity as a sadist…but he was definitely there for it. Quackity was hot when he bossed Soul around, or used him like a sex toy.
“Soul.”
Ever since he’d returned back to their time he’d gotten used to Alex around Void and the other gods, completely forgetting his alias every once in a while.
“Alex.”
Soul slowly met eyes with Wilbur and Quackity, his fork lifted to eat his salad.
“You okay?” Q asked, Soul’s cheeks pinkened lightly and he ate his salad, his eyes shifting somewhere other than Quackity’s gaze. Wilbur raised an eyebrow.
“I'm fine” Soul responded, Wilbur looked at Quackity and scowled.
“Did you too go to see Slime?” he questioned, Quackity nodded and sipped his wine.
“Yeah, that's why we were running late, sorry” he lied, Wilbur stared at him skeptically.
“You didn’t do anything else?” he questioned. “Like visit Las Nevadas?” he asked, Quackity shrugged.
“We visited my old club.” Soul blurted, Wilbur looked at him and cocked his head.
“Is that so?” Quackity shot Soul a look. “What’d you do while you were there? If i recall most of your stuff is back at the house” he smirked, he knew about the cuffs. They deliberately had left them there cause they were the same pair that bound Soul to the prison.
“Just looking around…it’s really abandoned now that no one owns it” he said nonchalantly, Wilbur sat back in his chair and smirked his dress shoe brushing against Soul’s ankle.
Quackity didn’t say anything but sighed and stood. “I’m gonna visit the restroom and then we should head to the movie, it’ll be starting soon” he smiled and disappeared leaving Soul and Wilbur alone.
“Show me your wrists.”
Soul jolted and stared. “W-what”
“Just show me them.” he grumbled, pinching his nose in annoyance. Soul hesitated and rolled up his sleeves before offering them to Wilbur, the red cuff marks were still fresh and obvious.
With the way Wilbur’s gaze turned sly and disappointed, Soul could tell he knew, “Quackity doesn’t want to share, does he…?” he murmured. Soul turned red as Wilbur sat back against his seat.
“That's okay…i’ll take that as a challenge.” he smirked.
It went silent and Soul stared down at his hands folded in his lap when Quackity returned his coat on.
“Ready?” Soul was slowly rolling his sleeves down and Quackity’s lips twitched.
“Yeah” Soul stood and grabbed his own jacket pulling it over his shoulders and joining Quackity, Wilbur pulled his on as he joined them.
“Let's get going.” he grinned, slumping his arms over their shoulders.
It only took a couple minutes for them to arrive at the theatre and to find their seats, Soul giggled as Wilbur and Q argued over who should sit where before Soul just sat between them.
The relationship was loving and good, but Quackity and Wilbur still easily got into it when it came to Soul. he liked the attention but he didn’t want it to ruin anything.
The movie was good and very action filled, Soul enjoyed it, Quackity had passed out and Wilbur was just there to eat the popcorn. Which Soul wanted to chuckled at so badly.
Wilbur knocked Quackity’s hat off his head and Quackity flinched shooting him a glare, Soul ignored it as best he could. “Will you go get some more popcorn?” he questioned, Quackity groaned and took the box before disappearing.
The theatre was quiet, only three other people had come to see this movie. Soul leaned his head against Wilbur’s shoulder and Wil smiled leaning into a kiss, it turned soft and passionate. Wilbur’s hand slid between Soul’s thighs rubbing on him, Soul whimpered quietly and Wil smirked.
“Get on the floor.”
Soul blushed “but what about Quackity…?” Wilbur glared, and Soul did as he was told sitting on his knees on the hard plastic floor.
Wilbur undid his pants and pulled out his cock, already hard and throbbing.
“Hands are off limits. And if you make me come, you better not fucking swallow it you hear me?” he locked his fingers in Soul’s long locks. “Not until after the movie is over.” he whispered, Soul nodded his face flushing red as he moved to take Wil into his mouth.
Quackity stood uncomfortably in the endlessly long line as he waited to refill the popcorn. What the hell Wil.
The sounds of sucking and slurping were muted out by the movie as Soul bobbed his head up and down, sucking in his cheeks and wrapping his tongue around Wilbur’s length as he got him off.
Wil’s fingers curled tighter in Soul’s hair causing Soul to moan softly against him, vibrating against his dick.
Wilbur huffed and closed his eyes, grabbing at his own hair as Soul brought him closer to his climax. The heat pooling below unbearable and pleasurable as Soul let his teeth graze against him, Wil held back a groan as he crumpled forward, his eyes meeting Soul’s.
They were soft and full of lust, but also pleading and submissive.
Soul brought him closer before pulling off with a loud pop, hopefully no one heard.
He kissed Wilbur gently and Wilbur whimpered against his lips, Soul had never seen him so submissive like.
“Soul…” he huffed in a whisper “stop teasing me please” he begged, Soul smirked his eyes flashing with lust as he dipped back down onto Wilbur’s dick again. Wil sat back and bit his lip to hold back a moan.
Quackity would be back any moment now.
Soul ran his tongue over the tip of Wil’s dick and Wil let go, pushing Soul’s head down onto him filling him up.
Soul resisted the urge to let his eyes roll as it happened before Wilbur pulled Soul off and up off the ground, back into his chair. He rushed to wipe himself off and tucked himself away as Soul wiped away excess cum from his lips. Letting the rest sit on his tongue, mixing with his saliva.
The taste wasn’t pleasant but the movie would be over soon anyways.
Quackity returned and Soul smiled.
“You good?” he questioned, Soul and Wil nodded.
Well this was gonna be an interesting relationship…
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