Enough || Quackbur

Quackity groaned in frustration, unable to focus on his paperwork.
Charlie was at his side quickly, "Quackity from Las Nevadas, is everything okay?"
Quackity jumped a little at his sudden appearance, but he smiled. "Yeah... I just can't stop thinking about yesterday. You saw it, right?"
Charlie nodded, "Yes!" He smiled. "Actually, I talked to Sam from Prison yesterday about it! He and I agreed that you two are in what Sam from Prison calls 'love'!"
Quackity blushed, "Ah- no way!" He denied.

Later that night, the duck hybrid found himself in bed, wide awake, starting to really question if they really were in love. 'Well, let me think... he does usually seem eager and excited just to see me, even if I was just shooing him away. He also believed I actively think about him, which I do now. He got curious about my engagement too. Why else would he want to know about it?' He thought as he turned onto his left side. 'He even comforted me when I broke down, he held me in his arms. He kept messing with my wings, and kissed my cheek too! He even called me cute.' He blushed. "Oh... oh my god." Finally! It hit him. "He's in love with me! He's-He's ACTUALLY in love with ME!!!" A blush burned his face and he sat up, a hand on his forehead. "...For how long? Has it really been since that night in Pogtopia? Does... does he even realize? Who am I kidding, he probably does!"

He was just shocked. "..." He looked down at his hands, debating his own feelings. He silently ran through a few things, questions, and answers burning his mind. Finally, he realized. "I do love him." He spoke to no one in particular. 'The whole time he was dead when Ghostbur wasn't even around, I had felt so... empty. Lost. I tried so hard to love Nick, and Karl too. I actually believed it. But, I don't love them.' He thought, 'I love Wilbur. I always have.' He waited before silently laying back down. He smiled, slightly comforted by the face that maybe... just maybe, there was a chance.

Wilbur sighed as he finally lied down in bed, Quackity immediately entering his mind, and soon enough, the day before came into mind... he smiled to himself, 'Quackity is so cute...' He thought, 'Ugh, fuck. Just admit it, Wilbur. You're in love with him! You have been for... forever! A long time for sure... I need to tell him.' He sighed, then realized something. 'Wait. Our hug! He... he didn't even pull away. He barely even argued when I touched his wings AND kissed his cheek! Does he... COULD he... like me back?' He wondered. He smiled at that thought. 'Fuck it. I'll tell him tomorrow!'

Wilbur threw on his usual dark brown trenchcoat, then looked into the mirror, fixing his curly hair so he looked presentable. He slipped his glasses onto his face and smiled, "Looking good as always, Soot!" He spoke to his reflection with a chuckle. He then left the burger restaurant, and made his way to Las Nevadas. As he walked, he considered how he would tell Quackity how he felt... 'Oh, right. I should ask him why he didn't pull away, first. Maybe I can see how he feels before I even tell him! Sort of avoiding rejection...' He hummed.

Soon, Wilbur arrived. He wandered the beautiful city until he found Quackity. Quackity seemed... nervous. Wilbur wondered what could have been making him nervous. He shrugged it off, and he approached, "Hey, Q."
Quackity's perked up, looking over to see Wilbur. "Oh, hello again, Wilbur." He tried to stay composed.
Wilbur approached closer till they were a foot or so away from each other. "I was looking for you. I had a question."
Quackity raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Yesterday, when we were together, you never pulled away. I hugged you, I pet your wings, rubbed them, even! Hell, I kissed your cheek and called you cute, yet you never pulled away or even argued... why?"
Quackity's face bloomed with shades of pink and red. He looked away, "Goodbye, Wilbur." He turned and walked away.
Wilbur huffed and followed him. "Quackity, don't avoid the question!" He reached forwards, grabbing his hand.
Quackity paused, looking at Wilbur, his face red. "...I... I liked the hug, okay?? And, I-I was just in a good mood yesterday!" He looked away once more.

Wilbur smirked a bit, "Aww~ Quackity~! Does the pretty duckling like receiving affection~?" He teased. "Oh... or perhaps he likes me, hm...~?"
Quackity whole face became red, he fell silent, and he looked away further.
Wilbur blinked, then realized something. 'He... he's not denying it!' He blushed a bit and smiled. "Did I hit the target?" He laughed quietly.
Quackity found himself too flustered to even speak, so he just nodded.

Wilbur paused, and he blinked. Excitement, happiness, love. For the first time in (for him) decades since he had felt these feelings. He truly felt alive. Without even thinking about it, he grabbed Quackity by the shoulders, pulling him in and pressing both of their lips together into a deep kiss.
Quackity gasped in surprise, blinking in shock. He calmed, slowly melting into the kiss, closing his eyes as he leaned in further.

For a few minutes, they stayed there. Holding each other close, their lips interlocked. Soon Quackity pushed Wilbur away, but carefully and gently. He flickered his eyes open, looking into his deep, chocolate brown eyes.
Wilbur smiled, "Quackity, I love you."
Quackity blushed deeper, "...i love you too..." He smiled as he looked away, feeling all flustered. "B-But I don't know if... if I'm fully ready for another relationship... I think I just need some time." He glanced at Wilbur but looked away again quickly. He felt bad, he wanted to be with him, but he didn't think he was ready yet.
Wilbur smiled a bit and nodded. "I understand! This can wait... however long you need, okay? Even when you are ready, I'll take it slow for you." He smiled at him, caressing his cheek.

Quackity smiled, leaning into Wilbur's hand. "Yeah... okay." He looked up at him, "Thank you, Wilbur. For everything." He stood on his tippy-toes, pecking the lips of the British man.
Wilbur blushed, then he smiled. "Of course." He laughed softly, holding Quackity's hands. He looked into his eyes, "Alex Quackity." He spoke with a smile.
Quackity smiled back, "Wilbur Soot."
"I love you."
Quackity blushed and smiled, "I love you too."

Wilbur smiled more, he pulled Quackity a bit closer. "May I?"
Quackity blushed, smiling a bit as he nodded. He closed his eyes, allowing Wilbur to kiss him.
Wilbur smiled, he caressed his cheek as he leaned in, and he kissed him.

THE END.

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