Birds of A Feather
Chapter Ten:
The Close Call
With Darkwing blocking the door, the only escape route for Steelbeak was the bedroom's balcony, eighty feet from the ground. If the rascally rooster was careful, he could safely climb down, going from balcony to balcony. He had done it before in another apartment before while on a mission, and would do it again. Steelbeak would risk even the possibility of falling to his death to escape from the law.
One moment we's were jus' talkin, well, talkin' and a little more den dat. Now 'e wants me in jail! Make up yer mind already, duck! I'm gonna get away, and youse ain't gonna catch me!
Quickly, Steelbeak snuck past Darkwing and made his way to the balcony's sliding door. However, he wasn't fast enough and just as he opened it, he was pounced. Damn!
"Going somewhere, you vicious villain?" Darkwing asked with a wry grin. As Steelbeak struggled, he was handcuffed and pulled up onto his feet. For his size he was incredibly strong.
It was a good thing the security camera had been broken in the F.O.W.L. agent's room. The last Steelbeak wanted was for High Command to see him in this position. I really no one sees me like dis. Dis is jus' embarrassing.
"Yer arrestin' me for an accident?!" He angrily exclaimed as he was shoved onto the bed, face first. "Dis is ridiculous! Lemme go or I'll break ev'ry bone of yer body!"
"I've been a crimefighter long enough to know what's an accident and what's not!" Darkwing arrogantly proclaimed, snapping the elastic of Steelbeak's boxers. He held in a chuckle at the rooster's shocked reaction to this, trying to appear as serious as possible. So far, so good. He's buying it, I'm in charge!
"All the bad guys need to be punished!" He said matter of factly, getting a bit of an ego trip from bossing the bigger bird around. "Just because you're a little cuter than the others that doesn't give me an excuse to go soft on you!"
"What about our relationship? Or is dat blown?" Steelbeak asked, managing to flip himself over on this back while trying to get away. His voice was one of genuine worry, for he dreaded the thought of being alone again.
"Hrm . . . I'll leave that for you to figure out on your own. If I were going to leave you, you think I'd be doing this? I think not! " Darkwing suavely responded, a sly grin appearing on his large bill. Ever sneakily, he slipped a hand through Steelbeak's boxers and sensually stroked his inguinal region. He moved his hand down a little lower, toward the genitals but stopped as Steelbeak suddenly flinched.
"Sorry!" Darkwing fretted and pulled his hand out from the boxers, hoping he hadn't made Steelbeak uncomfortable. "I think I went a little too far there. I should've asked."
Steelbeak shrugged this off, not wanting him to worry. He was a little disappointed as a matter of fact that the fondling had came to an abrupt stop. "Nah, wasn't dat, jus' de 'andcuffs. I've never found 'em particularly comfy. T'ink yas kin undo 'em?"
"Sure, but if you're a bad boy I might have to use them again!" Darkwing said in a teasingly scolding tone, scritching his partner's metal chin with one finger. He helped the rooster roll aside and unlocked the handcuffs, casually tossing them on the floor. When he was done, he went back to business and slipped his hand underneath the boxers.
"Nice touch . . . " Steelbeak crooned as Darkwing's hand fondled its originally intended target, the sheath that covered the penis. He more than rather liked this intimate attention and the mallard knew it by touch alone. For the moment he rather enjoyed letting the duck be in charge, but how long would it stay that way?
With a sinister grin, Steelbeak took Darkwing by surprise. He suddenly got up, grabbed the duck by the shoulders and pinned him down on the bed. Standing over the duck on his hands and knees, he had the mallard at his mercy. What looked like criminal intent was all just a play of his authoritative and devious side.
"Maybe it wasn't such a good t'ing yer youse to un 'andcuff me!" He leered. "Once a bad boy, always a bad boy!"
"Oh, but of course!" Darkwing replied submissively, playing along with the rooster's dominance. "You have always been one of my biggest challenges, Steelbeak. I couldn't turn my back on for a second. The Fearsome Five could only dream of matching you in wit and style!"
"Awh, come now!" Steelbeak feigned modesty, getting a bit of an ego trip from the duck's praise. He released his grip on Darkwing's shoulders but remained standing over him. "I'm only doin' my job in makin' yers all de more frustratin'!"
"You do a good job at that, ya know!" Darkwing smirked, poking him in the chest. "It certainly doesn't help when ya eat my gas guns!"
Suddenly, the screen of High Command popped on the apartment's Television-Monitor, startling the two love birds. Darkwing Duck dove under the covers, and Steelbeak modestly hid his lower half with a pillow.
"Hey guys, what's up?" The robust rooster asked with a nervous grin, feeling like a kid who had his hand caught in the cookie jar.
"The question is, what are you up to?" The middle figure asked with suspicion. "You see, we spotted an Eggman sneak into your place and noticed he never came back out. Normally they stay in their own complex. Is everything alright over there or are you hiding something from us?"
Oh crap, dey're gonna find out. Quickly, Steelbeak came up with a good explanation. "Oh, him? Dat was Charlie. Fell off de balcony, again. I only called 'em in to discuss last week's mission, an' when 'e went to leave 'e tried committing suicide again."
"I see . . . " The High Commander growled, not believing what he was told. The figure to the left whispered something to him, and he narrowed his eyes into slits.
"We'll speak with you again tomorrow evening. Goodnight."
Steelbeak sighed with relief as the screen dimmed out and shut off. As the masked mallard peeked his head out of the blankets, he hugged him as if he were a teddy bear. He dreaded the thought of what tomorrow may bring, and became paranoid that someone had found out about his relationship with F.O.W.L's enemy. Until he found out for sure, he would have to remain calm.
"You're a good cuddler but . . . Dipwing needs to breathe!" Darkwing gasped for air and then relaxed when the hug was loosened at his request.
"What was that High Command nonsense all about?"
"What I'd call a close call, babe," Steelbeak replied with a yawn, placing his beak above Darkwing's in an affectionate nuzzle. "Dont'cha worry yer little feath'ry 'ead over it. I'm sure it's nothin' really bad, jus' some business I gotta attend to."
With the rooster still keeping hold of him up against his barrel chest, Darkwing returned the nuzzle. He felt safe in those big, muscular arms and laid down with Steelbeak underneath the expensive silk bed sheets. In just a short while the two were asleep all cuddled up together, looking as adorably innocent as can be.
Disclaimer: Steelbeak and Darkwing Duck, and other characters mentioned excluding Javert are © Disney.