Georgebur Onshots

🥀🍸One more Night🍰🔍

Warning!! This one-shot contains mentions of sexual activity (it's only talking about it no sexy moves made)

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Wilbur walked around the ballroom, the mask he wore covering his identity wandering around the crowded party area. The British brunette was assigned to track over Schlatt's plans for L'manberg his home, the good news was that Schlatt never met or heard of Wilbur yet alone saw him. He was at a disadvantage, a man he didn't want to see at the party while looking out as a secret agent. "404.." He whispered as he saw the brunette make. 404 wasn't that hard to catch, especially he's good looks, or as he should have said George Notfound, Lore.

As George also knew his identity, it could say a lot from when they would both end up in the same bed after a large party instead of doing their task as spies. Wilbur wanted to play it cool and just walked over to grab a drink of sparkling champagne for this random celebration. Talking to a few strangers and all a few compliments here and there from the randos. But all comes from bad luck from standing in the same spot.

"Wilbur, it's been a while, Love." The devious British man spoke from behind him as when he turned around to see George standing behind him also holding a drink. His mask for the party was a dark blue fading up to a pastel color and a bunch of gems scattered around. "George...r-uh looking beautiful as usual." Wilbur wanted to distract him with the compliments that were used a lot. "Don't play that game Wil, it's really easy to tell when you lie to me."

The two were quite awkward, he would never understand why George chose to be on the bad side to look like a villain. It was questionable but both of the British brunettes were on sides and spies. Yet they both did terribly because they would always get distracted by each other, when it's at L'manberg's side or Manberg's side the two tend to screw it up. "Is this night going to end up like last month? You laying out on a hotel bed while I do all that dirty work on you?" Wilbur asked.

The smirk plastered over his face as their faces both turn to a fluster mess. "I wouldn't mind that, you always make me feel amazing every night it happens." George admitted taking a sip from the drink while staring up at Wilbur. "Why don't we just start dating at this point, instead we just have one night stands and then leave each other. But I tend to have the voice telling me you want more than what I offer you." Wilbur whispered as George's playful smirk dropped down to a shocked look. Wilbur dragged him away pulling him into a hallway where not many people were headed at or really near. "Tell me George,"

Wilbur waited as he grabbed the drink from George's hand and put their drinks to a decorated stand with a beautiful vase of lilies. "What do you want me to give you?" He finished off his pause by pushing the shorter one over to the wall. "Tell me..." The words had caused some seduction, as George's response was a gasp with his hand gripping onto Wilbur's shoulders. "I want to say you but," George just looked up with a grin and flushed face.

"I have a job to do!" George walked off and grabbed his drink before he left Wilbur standing there dumbfore. "Oh you bastard."Wilbur mumbled as he also followed George looking for his blue mask with a pissed off mood stomping through the crowd. He was so upset that he left completely abandoning his task that Philza entrusted him to do for the safety of their home. But he was so focused on his emotions that he just wanted to leave, to sulk.

Though they did have a job to focus on, the moments with that man he really wanted to cherish. The feeling of anger just ran more through his blood making him boil up, "Wilbur are you really that butt hurt?" George slowly walked following the angry man that was speed walking his way out of Manberg. "I'm not in the mood, George. Go fuck with someone else because I'm not going to give you that pleasure and feeling you crave for." Wilbur turned around from a distance from the man, both of their masks gone from their face and their revealed emotion.

"Don't tell me you actually...Wilbur you know you can't." George thought this was all a joke from what he said, just another distraction. When realizing it was all genuine, a punch to his gut was hit as guilt washed over. "You thought all those things I said were lies? George I get it were supposed to be enemies but look at us, we mess around literally had sex. Why work with Schlatt? He's such a shit man, if you just come with me to L'manberg maybe we'll have an understanding of each other." Wilbur wanted to place some trust into him as he was a devious one.

"This isn't a trap right?" George asked, the mild trust issues he had with them both not being on the same side. "George. Just have some faith in me." Wilbur yanked George's hand for him to follow as most of the time it would be them arriving at a hotel and doing what you know. This ended up to be different..

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Something was wrong with George as he's the secretive man between the two of them. George never spoke out his opinions of what he'd go through but something was up.

"George, why are you such a screw up!? We are leaving, Manberg is going to consume and take over the SMP all thanks to you!" His best friend shouted as he was balled up against the wall with the dirty blonde infuriated by his dumb descions. "You failed us all George." another blonde said with his chain gold necklace swaying down from his neck and when he peeked his eyes open to see his other friend. All they could do was look down in shame as they adjusted their white bandanna.

"Are home is gone because of you, have fun being alone George. Have so much damn fun." The dirty blonde snapped at more blaming his very best friend for the issues happening. "Dream it was a mistake! I'm sorry, please don't leave me alone. Just forgive me you jerk! Everyone makes mistakes!" George yelled back at him wanting to stand up for himself but his other friends just got more defensive. "Shut the hell up George. You brought this upon yourself, so suck it up."

"Sapnap are you just going to sit and let Punz and Dream talk shit to me!?" George was in tears as the two harsh ones left with their stuff leaving the poor brunette behind and alone. "George, they are right...this is all your fault." He said then leaving him.

When Manberg took over the SMP, Schlatt found him in tears with the shattered items from Dream's anger. "Welp kid, they were kinda dickheads so like just work for me and ya you'll be fine. I don't really care anyways." Schlatt explained the job that he wanted him to do as he sulked in the room. Though Schlatt wasn't very estatice about saying it, George had to do something with his life instead of crying.

But that's still all he felt even till now.

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"George you poor thing." Wilbur had him in his lap, they were currently in his room as George finally opened up with himself. "I can't leave Schlatt, I felt needed in a way, but I know you and I..." He went quiet as staring at his hand where Wilbur smoothed out and massaged. "George, you don't have to do this alone. I'm right here. I love you and you love me." Wilbur was desperate for them to work out for each other.

"We can't. I have my own agent working with Schlatt and you have it with your father Philza."

"So...we were never meant to be, huh?"

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They went their separate ways, still sharing the glances at the gatherings they see each other in. It was never the same though.

Would there ever be another one-night stand?

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