My Funny Friend and Me
by Roaming Tigress

Chapter Eleven:
Fire of The Loins







"This is . . . This is nice!" Bushroot swooned as he felt the masculine arms of Steelbeak gently, yet sensually, wrap around his upper body. A chill ran down his spine as he felt the rooster's rugged hands slowly glided down to his waist. This strange, tingling sensation was replaced with a comforting, yet seductive warmth as the hands rested on his lap. Love knows no boundaries.

"Jus' nice?" Steelbeak looked down at Bushroot with a faked disappointment. "Surely youse could come up wit' a better description den dat!"

Not realizing that the rooster was only joking around, Bushroot once again became embarrassed. He turned away, blushing.

"W-well, It's been so long since - - " He stammered nervously, worried that his suave lover would turn nasty would be ashamed or worse, angered.

Never mind dat, Bushroot. Youse got confidence, but ya just keep coverin' it up. Much like I do wit' my own emotions.

"Shhhh . . . " Steelbeak slowly lowered his body down onto the mattress, letting Bushroot slide comfortably across his half-naked body. He winced slightly as Bushroot's head grazed his stitches, but otherwise ignored this pain. It was a mere annoyance more than anything. I can't wait to get dese stitches out, but sure as hell ain't gonna let dem get in de way of 'aving some fun!

"Finally, we're alone in peace . . . "

"Just my funny friend and me!" Bushrot smirked, ruffling the rooster's fluffy feathers and tickling him lightly.

"Yep, and I can't t'ink of a more beautiful night!" Steelbeak said in a half-chuckle, half-sigh.

"Indeed . . ." Bushroot moaned slightly as Steelbeak rubbed his inner thigh, just as he had done to the rooster earlier in the evening. Slowly, he turned over and straddled himself around his boyfriend's middle torso.

"Beautiful in more ways than one!" He spoke in a sultry tone, slithering one hand behind his back and toward the agent's boxer shorts. The other hand remained on Steelbeak's chest but moved down slowly to as he repositioned himself. Bushroot was being subtle and feigned innocence, but that would not last for long! Just wait and see what I've got in store, my friend.

Steelbeak leaned his head back and purred, feeling a swelling develop in his groin. An exhilarating surge of adrenaline charged through his body as the stroking became less-than subtle. He arched his back up as if struck by lightening, and lowered himself down as the rush faded away. Woah! Dis guy's confidence really 'as grown!

"Ahhhh . . . De fire of my loins!" He finally exclaimed, a stream of sweat rolling down his forehead. "Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul, Reginald!"

Bushroot looked down at the bulge that billowed beneath his boxer shorts. He smirked and, at least for the moment, had seemed to have lost all trace of his shyness. Ohhh . . . Look at what I did! Naughty, naughty plant-duck!

"Looks like ya got Mr. DeNiro a bit excited!" Steelbeak laughed heartedly, absent-mindedly grinning with all the innocence of a child.

There he goes again! Acting cute and innocent!

"Can't say I don't blame ya! Da chicks dig 'em more den dey dig me!"

"Mr. DeNiro?" Bushroot asked, confused. "You mean, the actor? Pff. He's not much to look at!"

"Not *dat* Mr. DeNiro!" Steelbeak snapped his fingers and pointed at his crotch. "DAT Mr. DeNiro."

"Got it!" Bushroot winked, giving it a light pat.

"I t'ought it'd be a good name fer an Italian cock!" Steelbeak winked back, slowly standing over his boyfriend on all four legs.

"Are ya ready, Bushie, or d'ya wanna save it fer anot'er night?"

An uncharacteristic devious smile spread across Bushroot's bill. He knew just what Steelbeak wanted. "Ready when you are, Mr. DeNiro!"

As the night grew longer, the smell of sex lingered in the air.


Disclaimer:
Darkwing Duck, Bushroot, High Command, Negaduck, Fearsome Five and Steelbeak are © Disney. Javert is © Roaming Tigress.