#quack!ty

Fit is a pretty easy going guy, especially when it comes to what Pac wants.

See, if Pac says he wants something Fit is going to fold every time. That's his Brazilian boyfriend! He has to do whatever he can to make him happy, and whatever Pac asks for Fit is happy to do. Pac is also fully aware he has Fit wrapped around his finger, and rather than abuse this power he just giggles and asks Fit to do silly things for him.

They're laying in bed after Fit had returned from the Valentines day event. Fit's shirtless and in boxers and Pac is completely naked with his head laid on Fit's chest. Fit's flesh hand runs up and down Pac's back affectionately.

"Fitchie?" Pac mumbles, lifting his head and resting his chin on Fit's chest to look up at him. Fit glances down and makes a soft noise of acknowledgment "I feel kind of bad for Quackity," he mumbles, sitting up and stretching. Fit's eyes are drawn to every new inch of skin exposed to his eyes, he runs his hand down Pac's chest and his brown furrow.

"Yeah? What're you thinking of helping him out?" Fit asks, hand resting on Pac's waist. Pac hums and leans down to kiss Fit, deepening the kiss and licking into Fit's mouth. He pulls away and smiles at the way Fit's eyes are half-lidded.

"Mhm, I wanted to invite him with us. If you're uh, cool with that" Pac mumbles, and then leans down to kiss Fit again. Fit's hand traces up his back and tangles in his hair. He gently pulls Pac off his lips and laughs.

"Yeah Pac, that's fine. Anything you want," Fit says, voice soft and affectionate. Pac smiles wide and kisses Fit's nose.

"Right now?"

"If that's what you want," Fit nods and sits up, pulling Pac into his lap and kissing his neck. Pac reaches for his communicator and settles on Fit's lap, typing out a quick message to Quackity.

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Quackity doesn't know what the fuck "come to Fit's house, we want to help you" means, but going beats sulking in his shitty house alone. So, here he is. He climbs up the ladder and pushes open the door to Fit's room.

The sight in front of him makes him stop dead in his tracks.

Pac is on his knees, face pressed into the sheets with Fit buried deep inside of him. When Quackity walks in, both of their eyes lock on him.

"Hi" Pac groans out, pulling himself off of Fit and smiling. He sits down and Quackity can't help but glance between his legs. Fit grunts and settles next to Pac, cock hard and wet from Pac and fucking huge between his legs. Quackity stares, his face heats up and blood rushes between his legs.

"What the fuck is going on?" He chokes out, grip on the door handle tightening. Pac smiles and tilts his head at Quackity like he didn't just have Fit's monster of a cock buried inside of him.

"You wanted to join us right? Come on then" Fit replies for him, arm slug around Pac's shoulder. Quackity glances between them for a few seconds.

Fuck it. He's hard and he's here.

See, Quackity just wants anyone. He's so so tired of his poor right hand and his imagination. He wants someone to want him, no matter who it is or how they want him.

Foolish is also tired, see he loves Vegetta with all his heart but the man has been away for so long that Foolish is starting to forget how the shape of his hands felt gripping Foolish's waist.

Bottom line is, Foolish and Quackity are both frustrated.

They'd run into each other accidently, and the way Quackity would look up at Foolish with so much heat and need behind his eyes would make Foolish absolutely have to do something about it. He's grab Quackity, on hand able to wrap fully around his bicep, and drag him to town of Fobo. Quackity would go weak in the knees instantly when Foolish starts to manhandle him, because Foolish is two heads taller than him and about double Quackity's body weight of muscle.

Foolish would be mean about it, uncaring about Quackity's clothes, he's push him against the wall and leave mean bitemarks all over his shoulders and neck. Quackity would whine and squirm and Foolish would put a stop to that with just one big hand gripping his waist.