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Tommy finished talking to Wilbur about the plans to take Manberg back and make it L'Manberg once more. He smiled as he remembered what they spoke about and wrote it down in a journal.

No one expected Tommy Careful Danger Kraken Innit to be a traitor, did they? After all, he was loyal to a fault for the country AND Wilbur.

Well, he was.

He couldn't help but laugh as he knew that Schlatt would be proud of him. He strolled to Manberg, making sure no one saw him, the only people who knew of the betrayal were Schlatt and Quackity.

He finally made it to the White House, memories flooded back as he walked in, closing the door behind him. He looked around and saw Quackity.

Tommy smiled and walked over, “Hey, Big Q. I got the stuff.” He hands the journal over and the raven haired man smiles, he flips through the pages.

He chuckles and pats the blond on the shoulder, “Good job!” Tom felt like he was on top of the world, Wilbur never gave him any sort of praise, genuine praise.

Quackity looked to think for a moment, “I think you deserve a reward.” The younger was excited; the rewards he got from Schlatt were simple gifts and hugs.

He held his hands out, expecting to be given something. He made an inaudible noise when he was lifted.

Q was rather strong as he was able to pick up somebody taller than him. He was dropped on a rather soft bed, he could fall asleep on it. He felt soft kisses on his neck, it tickled so he snickered.

He watched as Q slowly moved up and then placed a kiss on his lips. He felt himself grow hot. “Are you alright with this?” Quackity asks, as he moves away. Tom looked away, was he?

He looked back and nodded, he felt like he was the center of attention and it felt amazing. He was kissed again which brought him out of his thoughts. A hand trails down to his pants.

He let out a muffled and soft moan as the hand rubbed against his crotch, “B..Big Q...” He muttered as they pulled away again. He put his arms up as the older man pulled the shirt off.

Quackity felt as though his jeans had become too claustrophobic just by looking at the completely unmarked and pale skin.

He instantly moved to the space in between Tommy's neck and shoulder; he nibbled at it, ignoring his almost painful hard on.

He heard Tom's quiet groans, causing a smirk to creep its way onto his face. He accidentally bit too hard as he moved to one spot, due to being so caught up in those beautiful sounds, and caused it to bleed a bit.

“Sorry, Toms..” He muttered as he licked at the bleeding spot.

Now, normally, the blond would get irritated at anyone, who wasn't Wilbur or Tubbo, that called him 'Toms' but Quackity was that special exception.

He had completely forgotten what he was doing here and how he got in this situation as his pants were taken off.

He hadn't realized how hard he's gotten, just by a few kisses and touches. Q chuckled and pulled the boxers down.

He moved his hands to the shorter's button-up. He was becoming frustrated as his mind wanted to focus on the touches around his dick.

He flipped them around and continued trying to unbutton the shirt, having so much trouble.

He noticed that Q had a smirk, “Aww, is Toms having trouble with unbuttoning my shirt~?” The blond felt himself becoming hotter; Q noticed, but didn't acknowledge it.

He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He felt something grind against his crotch. He looked up and saw the rather needy look on Tommy's face.

He laughed and flipped them, pinning the blond down. Quackity stroked the teen’s cheek, “You'll have to wait a bit for that, Tommy.” He softly says, giving him a quick peck.

He opens his drawer and pulls out some lube.

He opens it and squirts it on his fingers, spreading Tom's legs and looking at his hole. Smirking and teasing the rim, he heard the blond groan in annoyance, likely from the teasing.

Quackity kissed Tommy's inner thighs as he inserted a finger, he paused as the younger whimpered in discomfort and pain. He continued kissing his thighs, his non-occupied hand rubbing his legs.

“Quackityyy..” Tom whined and Q took that as a confirmation to go. He began to move his finger slowly in and out, he leaned over and kissed Tommy.

Licking the boy’s bottom lip and adding another finger caused the younger's mouth to open in a moan and allow entry.

He explores Tom's mouth as far as he could. Quackity began to move his two fingers, spreading them open while also pushing them in and out.

He pulled away. He unintentionally touched the bundle of nerves that caused the poor teen to cry out in pleasure. He smirked and pushed against it once more, practically forcing another moan.

He searched for the spot on Tommy's neck and found it just as he touched his prostate once more. This caused the teen to be pushed over the edge and he came.

Q let out a quiet scoff of irritation, “Cumming without asking? My my, I thought the spy would be able to follow directions.” Quackity whispered in his ear, he took his own pants off and decided to get Tommy hard again as to not hurt the teen from oversensitivity.

He pulled his boxers off and grinded against Tom. Quackity let out a breathy chuckle as Tommy's face contorted in one of pure pleasure. He looked down and saw that his dick was already hard again.

He lifts the teen’s legs up and pushes the tip in, which immediately makes Tom jolt and tear up. Quackity leaned over once more and stroked his cheek before kissing him.

He waited for Tommy to nod as a sign of confirmation. And, he did. The shorter bottomed out with a soft grunt.

He leaned up and looked at the chest again, he finally took notice of the small cut where his heart was.

He touched it, “Where...When did you get this?” He asks through small breaths. “D-Duel..” Tommy whimpered, still rather caught up in the pleasure.

Q kissed it which would have made Tommy let out a breathy laugh, but once the tip touched his prostate, he jolted and moaned.

The vice president chuckled and went even quicker, continuing to hit that same spot. Eventually, the teen under him groaned as he came.

Tom was now overstimulated, all the thrusts felt close to painful. Quackity thrusted a few more times before he came as well.

He took a few moments to catch his breath and to be able to pull out. Then, he grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe and put them on.

Q helped Tommy up and went to the bathroom that was built beside the bedroom.

He set the exhausted teen in the tub and began washing his hair and getting the cum off of his body.

After that, he helped him put on some clothes and they laid down. Tom cuddled with Quackity, burying his face in his hair.

They stayed like that for about an hour, until Tommy remembered that Wilbur existed.

He (reluctantly) hugged Quackity goodbye, before hurrying off to Pogtopia; where he was bombarded with questions about where he was at and what he had been doing by Wilbur.

It annoyed him, but he just allowed it to go on with the same reply,

“I was hanging out with Niki.”

He knew she'd likely say that he was, even if he wasn't. After the game of 20 questions, he started planning with Wil about what they'll do. Even though he was the traitor.

He had taken the notes and planned on giving them to Schlatt, like he was SUPPOSED to do, but Quackity had been the quicker one since he hadn't wanted to go searching for the drunk madman.

He had probably been at some bar, for all Tommy knew. However, the only thing he knew was that..

He enjoyed Quackity's rewards.

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It's been a few months after Tommy's time with Quackity and right now, Tommy was groaning internally as he argued with Wilbur about how they should be the bad guys, Tom kept saying that they shouldn't and it isn't right. The blond was a hypocrite, of course. After all, he was a traitor.

He stomped his foot and raised his voice, he was smacked which genuinely caused him to tear up and run away. Wilbur was shocked about what he'd done and felt bad, but he wouldn't run after him. He knew, from experience, that running after someone who was angry is a bad move.

He watched Tommy run up the stairs to leave the ravine, it made him have a bad feeling. So, he decided to follow him, going against his word of not running after someone.

Tommy didn't know Wilbur was following him and he ran to Manberg. The brunet was worried about him getting caught there; after all, they were exiled, but as he saw the blond run into the White House, he became confused. He followed and watched as his brother, his own blood, HUGGED the ram and Schlatt was touching him back!

He felt a form of betrayal. HIS OWN BROTHER HUGGING THE MAN THAT EXILED THEM?! That wouldn’t go unpunished. He watched Schlatt pick Tommy up and carry him up the stairs. Wil followed, climbing a tree and watching them closely. Why the hell were they going to Schlatt's room?

When Tommy got there, he immediately hugged Schlatt, tears running down his face. “Woah, kid, what's wrong?” Schlatt was worried and he immediately took notice of Wilbur. What can he say? He had peripheral vision, like everyone. “W-Wilbur hit me!” He flinched, damn. He hit his own brother. That's something that the ram would have never thought his former childhood friend would do.

He ran his fingers through the blond curls, and decided to get revenge. “I know how to make you feel better.” He says, picking Tommy up and walking to his room. He also took notice that Wilbur was following them

What a voyeurist.

He internally chuckled. He decided to give the brunet a show, or as he could guess Wil would put it, indirect vengeance. He sat down on the edge of the bed that was facing the window.

He set the blond on his lap, he smirked and winked at the window before he turned Tom's head, so he wouldn't notice his brother sitting there, watching. He began kissing his neck.

Wilbur sat at the tree, he felt disgusted when the blond willingly stayed still on the ram's lap. Tommy didn't even sit still anywhere when he was a kid. He was irritated, wanting to run in and shout at them. But, the betrayal kept him from doing it. He knew he'd end up hurting Tommy as well, and he couldn't do that. He stared and then Schlatt winked. HE WINKED. ‘Prick..’ Wilbur wanted to deck him.

He watched as he moved to kiss his neck. Wil continued watching, he wanted to write to Phil to get here as fast as he could or at least protect the blond who had no idea what the president was doing. He felt awful when something in his stomach grew hot when the blond was likely told to strip, he hated himself for feeling this way, and honestly, he was disgusted.

He felt bile begin to build up as Schlatt laid his brother down and squirted some lube on his fingers. He could hear what they were saying, he wished he couldn’t though. Thanks to him and his father being crow hybrids and having the best hearing. “I'm gonna make you feel so good that you'll forget what Wilbur did.” The ram says while Tommy nods.

He watched as the president inserted a finger into Tommy and he felt more ill to the point where it got too much and he turned to the side to throw up. He groaned quietly and opened his wings a tad in order to keep himself balanced.

Schlatt noticed that Wilbur had thrown up; he always knew he couldn't handle all this. He chuckled internally as he looked back down at the blond below him, he moved his un-occupied hand all over the soft skin. He noticed how there were already bite marks and a few hickies here and there.

“Who did you do this with before me?” Schlatt asks, “Quackity..” Tommy whimpered and he felt the fingers hit that very specific spot that caused him to cry out and arch his back in pleasure and bliss. The ram sighed; he felt like Wil had already seen Q do it, but the duck hybrid likely was not rough at all. So, even if he did, he didn't know what Schlatt could do. He smirked at that thought. He stretched Tommy out and then stripped himself.

Wilbur watched and felt irritated at how Quackity had done that to his brother. Sure, they had their squabbles but Q knew that Tommy was his brother and that he was a kid. He wanted to look away, he wanted to not see his own flesh and blood being fucked by his childhood friend, he felt disgusted and betrayed. Schlatt knew Wilbur cared about Tommy and he goes and does this.

And, his brother, the kid he pretty much took care of more than he took care of his own son, was a traitor? Was Fundy a traitor? Was Techno a traitor? Wilbur knew he was one, but originally he felt bad for being one, however, he would NEVER sleep with Dream. Would he? Not really. The guy was attractive, but he and George already kinda had a thing.

God he didn't know.

He sighed and realized that he had been staring too intently at the scene in front of him and honestly he wanted to cry. He still couldn't believe it, he felt so hurt. His eyesight became blurry, and something hot rolled down his face. He touched his cheeks and he was crying.

Wilbur watched his former childhood friend strip nude and get on top of his brother. He felt his stomach churn at the sight of his brother about to get something that he probably didn't even know if he wanted or not.

THAT'S what made Wilbur begin to genuinely cry. His little brother didn't even know what he wanted. Wil was going into his 30's and even he didn't know what he wanted, so how was a 16 year old gonna know?

Schlatt noticed Wilbur was crying and felt more excited, he had forgotten the boy under him had already came and he was now just pounding ruthlessly into the poor boy. He remembered when he heard a yelp and he looked down, slowing.

He whispered praises and continued, he'd just have to have his own fun time with Wilbur later. He smiled even more at all the thought. They had been best friends, after all. He began to kiss Tommy's neck and cheek. Eventually, he did cum and pulled out of Tommy. He laid down next to him before hugging him.

Wilbur was happy it was over, he was glad he could leave now and punish Tommy when he got back. He wouldn't do what Schlatt or Quackity did. Ever. He might love his brother, but not in that way. He went to the ravine and ran to Techno, the hybrid that had been friends with Phil for centuries and Wil had become great friends with him, Tech was like an uncle.

He always called him that anyway, but as he got older, he had dropped the 'uncle'. He jumped at Techno and hugged him tightly. “Techno!” He cried, Technoblade looked at his pseudo-nephew, “What's wrong, Wil?” He asks, the voices were saying things like, 'WILBUR!' or 'Why is Wil crying??'

“Tommy's the traitor! And, he..he slept with Quackity and-and..” “Woah, calm down..” Tech tried to calm Wil, and kinda(?) succeeded, “and, Schlatt too!” He buried his face into Techno's shoulder and cried. Techno was never the best at, y'know, reassurance and stuff; but he sighed and began to rub his back.

He'd have to talk to Tommy later, but right now he needed to go hunt as the voices were chanting for blood. He patted Wilbur on the shoulder, a sign that he has to go and the brunet nodded, letting go. He watched the hybrid walk out and he sat down. Just then he heard footsteps, and the blond came down. Wil felt disgusted and pissed off.

Little did he know, something is soon to happen.

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Wilbur sighed and looked to his brother, deciding to get over it, “Tommy. I know you're the traitor. I..” He attempted to keep himself from gagging as he remembered what he had seen.

“I saw what you did with Schlatt.” Tommy looked at him, shocked. But, the blond had an idea to keep Wil’s mouth shut.

He walked to his brother. “I didn't know my own brother was someone who liked that type of stuff.” Tommy chuckles before he straddles his sides.

Wil almost shoved Tommy off, if it wasn’t for the grip the blond had. You'd think since Wilbur was taller, he'd be able to fight off Tommy, but when he's scared, he tends to get weak.

He never had to fight, because it wasn't close to the war yet and it'd been a long while since the L'Manberg war, besides he used his words more often.

He felt Tommy's knee rub against his crotch and he grunted, he hated this so much. Tom was surprised when the surface was flat.

“Tommy, stop. For fuck's sake, just stop.” He says, not wanting to be in this situation where his own brother is- he flinched and grew closer to sobbing as he felt lips press against his own.

He felt Tommy have some trouble pulling his pants down with one hand.

He whimpered when his boxers were also pulled off. Wilbur held in any form of enjoyment as Tommy stared at his dick or lack thereof, and pushed a finger in like Schlatt had done to him.

Wilbur wasn't enjoying it. He hated it. He was so focused on how much he hated this, that he didn't have any time to suppress the moan that fell from his mouth when the blond wrapped his mouth around the ‘tip’.

He felt disgusting.

He felt like this was his fault.

Maybe, if he hadn't followed Tommy to the White House, he would have been blissfully unaware of the heinous and treasonous acts that his brother committed. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

Wil felt like he had no control over his body as he pressed down, almost smothering the blond. He sobbed, he wanted to just end it.

He was shoved into a laying position and looked away while Tommy got undressed. He hoped, PRAYED, for Techno to get back and save him.

He continued to feel as Tommy licked a stripe down to the entrance.

He shuddered and grabbed the blond locks as he attempted to shove the mouth away, but he felt a harsh hit on his thigh and he decided to imagine this was Dream, that'd be a bit better.

The man who had given him TNT would probably be the most gentle person he's ever been with and would treat him better. Besides Sally, of course.

He felt as 'Dream' began to dig his tongue inside and rubbed his thighs, he felt something tie in his stomach, he knew that feeling all too well. He arched his back and felt that knot snap.

He looked down and was brought to the reality that his younger brother was doing this. And, god, he hated this reality.

He wanted to go back to thinking it was Dream, but he felt something press against his dick.

He shut his eyes and looked away, he gasped in unison with Tommy at the feeling of something entering.

He shivered and almost began crying all over again.

He felt like his heart was beating faster than it should, like the room was a million degrees, his head hurt, and he was taking quick, sharp breaths.

He feels the blond move in and out and that's what causes him to break.

Wilbur started sobbing.

Where was Techno?

Techno had promised Wilbur when he was younger that he'd protect him from any evil and drop everything to get to him if he was ever troubled. Where was he? He was scared and troubled.

He wanted the hugs the hybrid would give him, he even wanted Phil and the man was far, far across the ocean.

He thought of Sally, she always knew how to calm him whenever he'd panic.

If she hadn’t been his girlfriend, he would’ve called her the mom friend. No matter what, he wanted someone to comfort him, he didn't want this.

Why was Tommy doing this?

Was this a form of apology?

Was it revenge?

Was this even his Tommy?

Wilbur didn't know, and frankly, he didn't want to find out. If this was an apology, then Schlatt and Quackity taught him wrong.

He wanted to shout at Tommy to go away, but nothing came out. He only made quiet whimpering noises.

Tears falling from his face and grouping into a puddle, he could hear Tommy moan about how great he felt and it made Wil feel disgusting.

He felt the knot form again and he hated how good it all felt, how his body enjoyed this and relished in it. His mind was racing with so many pleas.

He continued praying for someone to get Tommy out and away from him. Niki, Techno, hell even Tubbo. Just someone to save him!

But, no one came to save him.

No one cared enough to.

No one was around.

Wilbur was forced to allow the knot to snap and his body to jerk and arch, along with his brother's cum getting on his sweater after he pulled out.

He was so tired emotionally and physically. He watched the monster, that took the form of his little brother, get dressed and walk back upstairs.

Wil laid there for a bit, trying to get energy, before he pulled his boxers and pants up.

It was uncomfortable, luckily the ravine had water and it allowed a bath to be made. He got up and walked there. He tried to wash the sin off himself. He felt dirty.

Disgusting.

VILE.

Wilbur practically allowed his brother to rape him. He sobbed whilst in the water and ended up crying himself to sleep.

Techno walked back into the ravine. He glanced around, no sign of Wilbur OR Tommy.

But, there was a horrible odor around and he felt like he knew what it was.

He wondered if Wilbur had been the one to engage, but with what he had seen and heard earlier, there wasn't any way that it could have been him.

He walked to the small hole where it held the water and saw Wilbur sitting in there.

Eyes closed and tears dried. He sighed sympathetically and walked over, he picked the brunet up and wrapped his cape around him.

The voices became agitated, screaming for blood to be spilled.

He knows it'd be better if Wilbur slept in his bed, so he laid the brunet down, taking his cape back and replacing it with the blanket.

He set it on the ground and laid down beside Wil.

Surprisingly, there was no rodents, so Techno didn't have to worry about it getting messed up.

But, he knew he'd have to scold Tommy in some way for doing such a thing to Wilbur.

Tech held him protectively, feeling bad for not staying with him, just to kill some sheep to please the voices.

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Wilbur woke up, he was still naked and he had a blanket over him.

Getting up, he realized he was in Techno’s room, his body ached.

He stood up and walked out, the blanket wrapped around him, the piglin was making breakfast..

and Tommy sat at the table, seeming to act like nothing happened.

Wil was frozen, he went to his room, doing his best to ignore Tommy.

He took out his favorite and only jacket, a sense of comfort washes over him as he smells the fabric. It smelt like home.

He put it on over a normal white t-shirt, Wil walked back out and sat down as far as he could from Tommy.

As much as he hated what his brother did, he couldn’t bring himself to hate Tom.

After he ate, he said he was gonna get some things, when in actuality, he was going to Manberg. He wanted to unleash his anger on a certain ram. Call him out.

Wil slammed open the door to the White House, he saw the ram, “Schlatt!” He says, “Wilbur! Just the one I needed to see!” The ram grabs his wrist and drags him up to his room.

Wil is confused, but that confusion soon develops into panic as he’s pinned down. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He shouts, and Schlatt smiles an unnervingly calm smile.

“Oh, poor Wilbur. You saw me fucking your brother, and I know you need to be taken care of.” He says, “No- No!” Wil starts fighting as his pants and boxers are roughly pulled down.

“Don’t fucking tou-” He’s cut off by two fingers already entering. They’ve done this before.

When the two of them were teenagers, they both decided to experiment with each other more than once, so one knew all the spots that drove the other insane.

Maybe that’s how Wilbur got taken apart, bit by bit.

A whirlwind of red and green. Disgust and Anger, two emotions he’s experienced before.

They mixed into each other and became a whole new emotion. But, he couldn’t place a name on it.

God, what did he do to deserve this? Deserve to be intruded by both his brother and ex-friend.

His moans were muffled to him, but oh-so clear to Schlatt. In fact, it was music to his ears.

He adored them. It’s like he was a teenager again, but this time he had so much more experience.

He pulled his pants down, he hadn’t bothered putting on boxers, which was uncomfortable but he was so happy he did.

Wil took a sharp breath as a dick sinked into him, his breaths melted into a swarm of moans.

Then, a name.

A name slipped out, Wilbur’s mind wasn’t quick enough to catch it before it fell from his lips.

“Dream!~”

Schlatt stopped, “Oh?” He mumbles, just before bursting out into laughter, “Are you serious?”

Every word becoming a thrust, “Are you really getting off to the thought of that green bastard fucking you?” Wilbur whimpers, “Go ahead! Act like it is him and not me.” He genuinely wanted Wil to, and that’s what he did.

He imagined it was Dream, holding him close. Gloved hands rubbing him, being told that he was a good boy, smirking down at him, degradation blending into the praise like paint.

Wilbur couldn’t take it, screwing his eyes tight, his brows knitted together as a whiny “Dream” fell from his mouth, his voice breaking.

The ram groaned, silently thankful that they were two different species.

He pulled out and smiled. Wil watched Schlatt walk over somewhere, everything was blurry, but he knew what a camera looked like.

He panicked, but that panic disappeared immediately as exhaustion settled in. Sleep wrapped its arms oh-so-gently around him.

Schlatt took the VHS to Dream, handing it over. “Watch this.” He says, giving a small wink. Dream was confused and curious, so he walked to George’s house and decided to watch it there.

He put it in the VCR, turning it on. He watched intently, his name was said and he paused the recording.

Meanwhile, Wilbur was helped into a tub by Niki. He sobbed as she comforted him, her hands brushed through his hair.

“I just don’t get what’s gotten into everyone!” Wil says. She nods and pets him, “I understand. But, the war is going to make everything better.” Her voice was gentle.

He was helped out of the tub and taken to a guest room, where he cuddled with Niki. She spoke about her shop and how it’s doing to help the man relax.