MCYT Oneshots

Are We Arguing Or Making Out

~Schlatt x Wilbur~

~Smut~

~TW: Threats of death, g*ns~

~3rd Person PoV~

Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but, with a gun pressed to his head, he really had no choice but to stay quiet. A loaded gun pressed to the back of your head was enough to shut anyone up, and that was exactly what was happening. Wilbur was kneeling, barrel of a gun pressed against him, by someone he knew was not afraid to pull the trigger. Schlatt towered above Wilbur, threatening grin plastered across his face as the bloodied man kneeling struggled against the rope around his wrists. Schlatt leaned down to whisper in Wilbur's ear, "That's not a good idea now, is it? Don't forget who holds the gun here." He stood back up and moving the gun away from his head. Footsteps echoed throughout the office as the ram-hybrid circled a very agitated Wilbur.

"What's wrong Soot? Cat got your tongue? Normally you would've been snapping that smart-ass mouth of yours." Schlatt calmly spoke, his words dripping with venom as he continued circling. "When there's a gun aimed right at your head you don't exactly want to make any quick remarks, do you?" Wilbur replied an equal amount of venom in his voice. He glared at Schlatt before once again trying to free himself of the bonds that held his wrists together. Unluckily, the ram-hybrid noticed and made his way over to the struggling male in the center of the office.

He wrapped a hand around Wilbur's neck and glared at him, only for the intense stare to turn into a grin. "You know Will, I've been checking you out a lot recently." He whispered into Will's ear, hand still around his throat. The breathing of the man kneeling in front of him was hitched and panicked, making him try pull away from the tight grip of the other. Wilbur's eyes were full of fear. The grip on his neck was loosened, enough to let him breathe properly, but not enough for him to be able to pull away from Schlatt. He started gasping for air, slowly regaining his breath as the man towering over him admired his beauty, from the fluffy brown hair and the grey streak, to his dark, mysterious eyes and tanned body. To Schlatt, Wilbur was perfect, in every way.

"What the fuck do you mean?" Wilbur questioned, making eye contact. The other rolled his eyes and closed the gap between them, connecting their lips in an attempt to help Wilbur figure out what he was on about. When they pulled away, both men had blush dusted across their faces. "Oh, so that's what you mean." Wilbur breathed whilst licking lips, tasting the faint lingering of alcohol off the other. The bonds were released from Wilbur and Schlatt stepped away.

"Leave now, and nothing happens, but you stay, then I might just not be able to contain myself for much longer." Schlatt smirked whilst watching Wilbur pull himself to his feet and lean against the desk for support. "Maybe I won't leave." Will smiled, now looking down on the hybrid, due to the significant height difference between them. A sigh followed by footsteps echoed through the office once again, making Wilbur look over to where the shorter was, only to find he wasn't there any more. Will was confused for a second, until the click of a lock came from the door behind the desk. A soft laugh was audible before Will was turned around and the two men locked lips again, the taste of each other addicting. Wilbur tasted sweet and sickening, whilst Schlatt's lips remained in the constant, lingering taste of whiskey and tequila. Schlatt licked across Wilbur's bottom lip, asking for permission, which Wilbur denied and ran his hands into the others hair from over the desk, quickly pulling himself up using his other hand and sitting with the smaller in between his legs. A hand on his ass made Wilbur gasp, giving Schlatt enough time to slip his tongue into Wilbur's mouth. They both fought for dominance, tongues swirling with one another in a desperate attempt to overpower the other. Eventually, Schlatt gave in, letting Wilbur slide his tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch, making the other moan. Positions were quickly changed so Will was in between the ram hybrids legs and the hybrid was on the desk, arms flung around Will's neck.