Birds of A Feather






Chapter Fourteen:
The Unmasking






Darkwing slid his cobby body over Steelbeak's back, grabbing a handful of his partner's silken feathers. He squeezed them between his fingers, dreading the thought of High Command finding out about the forbidden love. Homosexual relationships with non-supporters of F.O.W.L was against the book, and anyone caught having one faced an uncertain future.

"What'cha doing up dere?" Steelbeak asked with a playful grin, not taking any notice of Darkwing's worry. For a rare moment in his life, he was without a care in the world and was almost ridiculously optimistic. Yet, his mate's forced happiness did not go unnoticed with him and he decided to do a little inquiring.

The mallard blankly looking at the bedroom door, absentmindedly flipping back his boyfriend's large red comb. "Wondering what would become of us if High Command finds out about our relationship. I would hate for anything bad to happen to you if they found you've been sleeping with the enemy."

"Hey, love woiks in mysterious ways!" Naturally confident, Steelbeak had no concern over this. He figured that even if High Command found out, he could always spend time with his pal in a secret location. There were his favorite hideouts, some that even his superiors didn't know about.

Teetering on the edge of pessimism, Darkwing heaved a sigh. "That might be true, but your bosses aren't exactly the most acceptable people."

"Hey, what dey don't know won't hoit! Trust me on dat one."

Relieved by this, Darkwing settled back down and rubbed his boyfriend's shoulders. Grinning with malice, he grabbed Steelbeak by the crotch.

"You sure about that, 'Beak?" He asked in a questionable manner, slowly twisting the sensitive reproductive organs.

"Talk about cruel an unusual punishment!" Steelbeak crowed, taken aback by the aggressive foreplay.

"By the count of five, I want an answer! " Darkwing said deviously, tightening the twisting grip. "One . . . Two . . . Three . . ."

"Nah, really! I'm positive, babe! Ya gotta stop worryin' yerself silly!" Steelbeak replied with a nervous chuckle.

Just as he said that, the bringer of bad tidings -- Javert -- peeked through a crack in the sliding door curtains. He pulled out a small digital camera, snapped a picture, and waited around to see if he could get more shots. Oooh what do we have here? Sleeping with enemies is no way to keep up your image, Rooster. Shame on you!

"If you say so . . . " Unaware of the no-good spy, Darkwing decided to let go of the gonads. He had felt the pain in his groin die down, and was up for a little more romantic action. Shifting his position, he firmly straddled Steelbeak's waist between his short legs.

"Now, ready for a little fun?"

Steelbeak happily submitted to the duck's desire, shutting his eyes with a cheeky grin. He especially enjoyed what came afterwards -- the feeling he received from the penetration aroused him so much that it had made his hackles rise.

Can an opportunity to blackmail get any better? Javert snapped three more pictures. His lithe body was tense as he focused his silver eyes on the two lovemaking avians. He was more than ready to leave should the two find about his presence. With no guns on hand and knowing his rooster's strength, he would be next to defenseless against an attack.

In any case -- Javert would make his report to High Command. Even if he was caught spying, he still had the photographic proof.

"It's a good thing you only nipped my flapping terror!" Darkwing murmured, swinging his hips forward to give his lover a more powerful thrust.

"I couldn't ask fer any better lovin' . . . " A growling purr erupted from Steelbeak's chest -- he had reached climax and felt like he was on cloud nine. "I gotta tell yas, as much as I loved Bushroot, yer a little more fun in de bed!"

"Well, I can imagine the splinters!" Darkwing chuckled, giving Steelbeak one last thrust before withdrawing.

"Eh, dose weren't so bad, till I got one stuck up in my bum!" Steelbeak laughed, slowly rolling over onto his side.

"Ow . . . " Darkwing cringed, getting a rather painful mental image. He sat up on the bed, letting his penis coil back into his body.

"Eh, it wasn't too bad . . . " Steelbeak shrugged, lying his head down into his lap. "Mind if I ask ya somet'ing kinda dumb?"

"Go right ahead," Darkwing nodded, gently stoking his boyfriend's face. "I've heard a lot of dumb things in my life. I can't imagine I'd hear anything stupid coming from you. Ludicrous, maybe, but not stupid."

"Well . . . What would youse look like wit'out yer mask on?" Steelbeak asked, his eyes lit up with inquisitiveness.

Should I, or shouldn't I? Silently, Darkwing removed the purple cloth that was tied to the back of his head. Underneath the mask was furrowed forehead, and a very light scar just above his right eyebrow from one of his crime fighting expeditions. Nothing too shocking, nothing too ugly or grotesque as his companion expected.

It had been hard to do this, for even if he loved Steelbeak, he felt uneasy about removing a piece of his secret identity.

"There, nothing too special underneath that. What about you?" He had indeed seen the rooster without the metal beak before, but that was back when he was a child.

Steelbeak broke his eye contact, looking across the room. One part of him wanted him to show what was underneath that iron mask, but another part of him wanted to keep hiding underneath it. "Ya don't really wanna know."

"If you don't want to, that's fine with me, it's very understandable," Darkwing whispered, bending down to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Well, if Darkwing showed 'imself off sans mask, den I guess it's appropriate to do de same. Call me a copyboid, but 'ere goes nothing. Timidly, he reached a hand to his face and in one swift move, he tore off the metal covering. Underneath were the grotesque remnants of what was once a natural beak. He tightly shut his eyes, anticipating a look of disgust from the duck. What hadn't crumbled away was crudely stitched together.

The rooster's lover was indeed shocked, but far from disgusted. Darkwing touched the edge of the deformed jaws, taking care not to hurt him. Slowly, Steelbeak opened his eyes, relaxed.

"I've seen much worse, you know," the mallard said softly, smiling to reassure the acceptance of his partner's true appearance.

"With or without that namesake contraption, you're still beautiful."


Disclaimer: Steelbeak and Darkwing Duck, and other characters mentioned excluding Javert and a few minor chars' are © Disney.