Warning, contains themes of M/M non-consentuality.
Reginald Bushroot was not having a good month. Actually, the one before that hadn't been crash-hot either. To be perfectly honest, his whole life felt pretty much fucked, and despite his current problems with Negaduck, there no pun intended in that statement.
Yes, "Negaduck", "fucked" and "no pun intended" in the one sentence. His problems with Negaduck were *extremely* personal.
The others, Quackerjack, Megavolt, and The Liquidator, had noticed in a manner of speaking, but since The Liquidator had asked if he was the only straight member of the Fearsome Five, and Quackerjack had just giggled and gone back to snogging Megavolt at that comment, he knew they'd gotten the wrong end of the stick in regards to the nature of his 'relationship' with Negaduck. He knew his place, however, he was a fuck-toy, plain and simple. No soft feelings here. Usually minimal lube, and no prep, for that matter. His feelings mattered nothing. Actually they did, in a twisted way. Negaduck was a sadist ,after all. The minimal lube that *was* used was for Negaduck's comfort, not Reginald's.
Reginald Bushroot knew one thing for sure. The only person who could really help him probably wouldn't want to, and there was no way he wanted to discuss his "personal life" with Darkwing Duck. The Posy incident had been bad enough.
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Bushroot leant against a small tree in his greenhouse. Sitting was just out of the question. Every part of him between his waist and his knees hurt, after the last time Negaduck had had his way with him. He sighed and stood up straight, he wasn't getting out of this situation by doing nothing. He did up his trenchcoat (which he'd taken to wearing almost constantly to hide the constant livid dark-green bruising on his hips) picked up his hat and headed out of his greenhouse, to find Morgana McAwber.
Morgana opened her door, expecting any of a number of people, but definitely not a supervillain.
"What do you want?" she snapped, ready to turn him into something unpleasant with the slightest provocation.
Bushroot cringed. "I need to talk to Darkwing. Since I have actually no idea how to get a hold of him without getting arrested by him, I came to see you, since you're his girlfriend."
"Ex," snapped Morgana. "As of half an hour ago, in fact."
"Um... My condolences, Morgana. That doesn't change the fact I need to speak to Darkwing, and I'm sure you'd know how to contact him."
"The St. Carnard side tower of the Aubudon Bay bridge has his hideout in it. If he's not there, wait for a bit, he'll be back eventually," said Morgana.
Bushroot blinked, wondering why Morgana had given him such a sensitive piece of information, then decided he didn't care, if it got him a chance to talk to Darkwing, preferably alone. If Lauchpad was there, he was quite sure he wouldn't be able to say anything.
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Short, I know, but more coming once I ditch the writer's block. A Bushroot/Negs non-con first occured to me a little while ago, and I couldn't get the idea out of my head.
Kelly
Reginald Bushroot was not having a good month. Actually, the one before that hadn't been crash-hot either. To be perfectly honest, his whole life felt pretty much fucked, and despite his current problems with Negaduck, there no pun intended in that statement.
Yes, "Negaduck", "fucked" and "no pun intended" in the one sentence. His problems with Negaduck were *extremely* personal.
The others, Quackerjack, Megavolt, and The Liquidator, had noticed in a manner of speaking, but since The Liquidator had asked if he was the only straight member of the Fearsome Five, and Quackerjack had just giggled and gone back to snogging Megavolt at that comment, he knew they'd gotten the wrong end of the stick in regards to the nature of his 'relationship' with Negaduck. He knew his place, however, he was a fuck-toy, plain and simple. No soft feelings here. Usually minimal lube, and no prep, for that matter. His feelings mattered nothing. Actually they did, in a twisted way. Negaduck was a sadist ,after all. The minimal lube that *was* used was for Negaduck's comfort, not Reginald's.
Reginald Bushroot knew one thing for sure. The only person who could really help him probably wouldn't want to, and there was no way he wanted to discuss his "personal life" with Darkwing Duck. The Posy incident had been bad enough.
***************
Bushroot leant against a small tree in his greenhouse. Sitting was just out of the question. Every part of him between his waist and his knees hurt, after the last time Negaduck had had his way with him. He sighed and stood up straight, he wasn't getting out of this situation by doing nothing. He did up his trenchcoat (which he'd taken to wearing almost constantly to hide the constant livid dark-green bruising on his hips) picked up his hat and headed out of his greenhouse, to find Morgana McAwber.
Morgana opened her door, expecting any of a number of people, but definitely not a supervillain.
"What do you want?" she snapped, ready to turn him into something unpleasant with the slightest provocation.
Bushroot cringed. "I need to talk to Darkwing. Since I have actually no idea how to get a hold of him without getting arrested by him, I came to see you, since you're his girlfriend."
"Ex," snapped Morgana. "As of half an hour ago, in fact."
"Um... My condolences, Morgana. That doesn't change the fact I need to speak to Darkwing, and I'm sure you'd know how to contact him."
"The St. Carnard side tower of the Aubudon Bay bridge has his hideout in it. If he's not there, wait for a bit, he'll be back eventually," said Morgana.
Bushroot blinked, wondering why Morgana had given him such a sensitive piece of information, then decided he didn't care, if it got him a chance to talk to Darkwing, preferably alone. If Lauchpad was there, he was quite sure he wouldn't be able to say anything.
*
Short, I know, but more coming once I ditch the writer's block. A Bushroot/Negs non-con first occured to me a little while ago, and I couldn't get the idea out of my head.
Kelly