Birds of A Feather
by Roaming Tigress
Chapter Two:
Turning Tables
"Hey, no need to take it too personal, big guy!" Darkwing lightly patted Steelbeak on the back, trying to lighten up his mood and the odd situation. He could just imagine him getting chided by High Command like a student getting lectured by a teacher for handing homework in late.Oh well, it's his fault for being so childish over what would have been a three minute frisking!
"I know you've got more stuff hiding in there, you tyrannical troublemaker!"
Steelbeak bared his teeth and let out an animalistic snort in annoyance. Just what is takin' im' so long? Jeez it'll be de next afternoon by de time dis guy's finished wit' me! If 'e makes me loose my job, someone is gonna get hoit!
"You know, Steelbeak, having a temper like that isn't good for the blood pressure!" Taunted Darkwing, tapping the metal beak in a childish dare. A split second later, he pulled his hand back as the rooster snapped back at him. He was unaware that any motion towards his face triggered an aggressive reaction due to abuse and fear of someone pulling away his "mask".
"Yeah but is it really necessary to touch me more den what's necessary? D'ya know 'ow much bacteria dat's on yer 'ands?" Steelbeak yelped, moving away from Darkwing again just to be difficult. "It's bad enough dat 'Igh Command 'as made so many cutbacks dat I'm coverin' half de jobs dat de Eggmen do! It's really unreasonable!"
"Ooooh poor baby! Is the big, bad Steelie-Wheelie not getting his way again?" Goaded Darkwing, catching Steelbeak by the collar of his suit and plucking out an AK-47. "What do we have here?" He smiled smugly, tossing them into a canvas bag and dusting off his hands.
"Yep, yep, yup . . . A few more dangerous weapons out of the hands of a foul felon with intent on causing careless chaos amongst my citizens!"
"Hey dat's mine! No touchy!" Steelbeak shrieked, reaching out for the bag as Darkwing held it just a little way out of his reach. "Didn't yer mother ever tell youse not to touch t'ings dat didn't belong to youse?!"
"She did, but that rule doesn't apply to villains!" Darkwing said in the same taunting manner, grabbing the F.O.W.L agent's iridescent green-blue tail and dragging him away from the bag. "Oh, and you better check the time."
Steelbeak looked to his watch and gulped. He was a little more than fifteen minutes late and dreaded whatever his superiors had to say to him or do. He didn't exactly want to shorten his life by going headfirst into a trash compactor. Or worse, getting fired. To him, humiliation was something worse than death. It meant the tarnishing of his image.
Suddenly, his brief panic was exchanged with a mischievous grin as he came up with an idea. This plan he had thinking was not a sane one, but, to him and his ego, it was better than begging. Youse crafty old bastard, youse! Dat is so not right!
His grin grew even wider when he spotted a security camera in the corner of the room.Time fer a little Darkwing humiliation! Sure, rumor spreadin's immature, but it sure is fun!
"Steelbeak! What are you doing?!" Darkwing demanded, his eyes nearly popping out of his narrow skull as he felt a pair of large hands creep underneath his armpits.He tried to squirm away, but was held down firmly.
"Oooh lets jus' say we're toinin' de tables 'ere!" Steelbeak sneered, forcibly leaning his beak against Darkwing's ear and knelt down beside him. He delighted in seeing him flinch and breathed down his back for further effect. "Youse frisk me, I frisk youse. T'ink of it as a youse scratch my back, and I'll scratch yers kinda t'ing."
What the . . . !?
"Not in your life!"Darkwing yelled,instinctively freezing as he felt cold metal rub against the side of his head.The first thought that came to him was that he was going to have his brains blasted out by one of Steelbeak's guns. This was not the way he wanted to go, and if he wanted to release the criminal, now would be the time to do it.All he had on hand was his gas gun, which this foe had no trouble biting in half or becoming immune to.
At second glance, this weapon was attached to his arch-nemesis' face. Darkwing sighed in defeat, motioning toward the door. "All right, all right . . . You can go."
Much to his surprise, Steelbeak didn't leave.
"I said . . . You can go!" He repeated, a little more stern this time and once again pointing to the door. Still, the beak was pressed against his faceand the hands wandered down towards his waist. In defense, he sharply elbowed the rooster in the face and yelped as bone struck metal. Yeowch!
"I thought you wanted to report back to FOWL Headquarters to show off your illegally obtained electronic equipment?" Darkwing asked in a pained tone, rubbing his sore elbow and muttering something unrecognizable. Then, with a smirk he acted like nothing had happend. "Or are we surrounded by the local newscasts and you're camera shy?"
"It's called change a' plan, babe!" Steelbeak replied suavely, casually running a finger down his back and laughing that staccato laugh. Oh, how he loved the sound of that laugh!
Darkwing trembled again, but this time it wasn't because he was afraid, or cold, or uncomfortable.He actually liked this feeling. When he was still with Morgana, this was something of a turn-on. With a small grin playing upon his face, he shut his eyes and let out a contented groan. He had been relaxed, or rather, seduced into a state of bliss.
"Do it again!"
My pleasure is yers! Steadily, Steelbeak traced a finger from the nape of the duck's neck and right down to the start of his tail bone. He slipped his other hand into the purple jacket, and with his index finger, he began to stroke the duck's collarbone. For a moment, the duck tensed up again, then relaxed. Things at last were going the rooster's way.
"Now . . . 'ow was dat?" Steelbeak asked half innocently, and half wickedly.
"Very nice . . . " Darkwing purred, leaning his head against the criminal kingpin's chest. He was unaware of what the rooster was planning, but whatever it, was, he thought, it must be something good.