The Prince of Darkness
A Continuation of The Slash Saga: My Funny Friend and Me and Birds of A Feather
By Roaming Tigress and Tammy Wraight who gave permission to use the character of Faith Mallard
Chapter Eight:
A Confession
Steelbeak, with his mind clouded by a rickety train of thought, paced in his tiny cell as Faith and Negaduck went out on a villainous excursion. A month and two days have past since the horrific murder of Bushroot. He was getting closer and closer to joining the Fearsome Five, for he had been picking up on Faith's trust upon The Prince of Darkness.
Ironically, even though Steelbeak suspected his companion's killer was the pugnacious public enemy, Steelbeak found himself having certain feelings for him. Feelings which were romantic, feelings that were dark and conflicting. Out of nervous habit, he tugged at the collar of his new Armani suit.
I can't fall in love wit' 'em! 'E's already taken! Faith's so young and cute, 'e wouldn't want youse and 'er. Steelbeak, Steelbeak, Steelbeak! Wake up already! Dis guy killed Bushroot and youse wanna keep screwin' around wit' 'em? Youse'll end up like 'em if youse don't smarten up. I mean, c'mon! Use yer 'ead once in a while instead of yer ego.
He felt guilty for wanting to 'replace' Bushroot so quickly with a new beau. Nonetheless, Steelbeak was lonely and although he could have the pick of anyone in the city, he wanted Negaduck. The duck's danger element was drawing him in, and if he was to confess about his feelings, he would have to pull himself together.
It was a good thing Negaduck and Faith were away -- Steelbeak really needed some time on his own to think. He remembered the good times he spent with Bushroot; the first time the plant duck showed up at his apartment, and the first time he had made love to him. There were the walks in the park at midnight, and taking turns in shoving old people in front of cars for laughs and causing a general riot together. His depression had lifted remembering these times, but it sunk back in when he realized he could no longer have those memories.
Yas got to toin over a new leaf, jus' as youse always did whenever youse hit a snag. Dere's no lookin' back, old boy, it's time ta move on.
Steelbeak's heart had always been slow to heal. His eyes held all the sadness in the world, threatening to shed whatever tears were left, but something had come to his senses. He realized that Bushroot would not want him to remember him with grief, but with happiness. A very small smile appeared in the corner of the rooster's trademark beak, knowing that one day, he would be with him again for eternity. I'll get dere eventually, Reggie. I promise. He perked up, hearing the back door open.
"I swear if Dickwing Dong gets in my way again, I'll cut up his unmentionables and feed them to the sharks!" Negaduck growled, storming into the hideout with an amused Faith coming in behind him. It has been a bad day for him -- he got a black eye from Darkwing Duck.
To cheer up his crabby mood, Faith playfully grabbed his red and black fedora. She stuck it on her head, and just like a little girl, she went to see what it would look like on her. The hat wasn't exactly a perfect fit, but she rather liked how it looked on her.
"Be careful. He might like that!" She chirped, wondering what she'd look like with a cape and a mask assemble to go with it. Faith struck a dramatically intimidating pose, imitating Negaduck.
"Eh, true," Negaduck winked, tugging at a bit of her hair that peeked out from behind the hat. "Hey . . . That looks good on you, Faith!"
"Thanks, Fluffyball!" She beamed, giving him a tight hug and placing the hat back on him. "I think it looks better on you though, if I do say so myself. It just looks . . . Classier on you!"
Feeling an edge of playfulness, Negaduck gave Faith a surprise noogie. "Oh! I don't know about that! With a few adjustments, it'd make a prefect fit!"
Down the hallway, Steelbeak was hungry for a little metal. His gnawing at the bars had attracted the attention of his dominator, and he jumped when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He quickly spun around with an innocent grin and swallowed the metal he had been chewing on.
"Eh, hi Negs!" Steelbeak exclaimed nervously, standing in front of the damage he had done. "Nice evenin' fer crime?"
While watching his wife change into a blue tank top, Negaduck smiled smugly and reveled in the praise Steelbeak gave him. "Ooooh yes. Robbed six banks, terrorized a church, blew up a police station. Got a black eye from your old beau, but otherwise, I had my fun."
"Let's not forget about chasing that park warden with the chainsaw!" Faith added, removing her tank top and bra to change into something else. The fading sun between the curtains reflected upon her body beautifully, and she seductively tossed her head at her husband.
"Niiiiice!" Steelbeak crooned, both impressed and a little jealous that they had been getting all the villainous action while he was cooped up. He didn't show his jealously, and for a moment, he cast his eyes on Faith's momentarily exposed upper torso. He quickly looked away, unknowingly blushing a little as the strong feelings he had for Negaduck were kicked into his mind again.
"What are you blushing at?" Negaduck asked, noticing the light pink on the rooster's fuzzy cheeks. "Surely you're not shy about seeing half-naked women. You've probably been with more than a dozen of them!"
"Oh, I've seen plenty of naked women! More den a dozen!" Steelbeak answered proudly, holding his head up high. The mention of him blushing caused his cheeks to redden even more, and even his lying wouldn't save him now.
"As fer de blushin'? I wasn't blushin'. I-I never blush!" He stammered, making it more than obvious he was lying.
"I mean, little goils blush. Big guys like me? Nah! I-It's way too goily!"
"As you know, lying is part of the territory of being a villain but you *are* blushing! My Drakeybuns is a good observer, and he knows blushing when he sees it!" Faith smirked, more or less further backing Steelbeak into a corner with the truth.
"Better spill the beans, Steels, or else . . . " Negaduck threatened, moving a hand toward the collar of his jacket as if to bring something out of it.
Oh, no! Not De Knife! Steelbeak moved back and sat in the cell's corner with his knees practically hitting his chin. For what he would tell Negaduck, he wanted to make sure his vital parts were protected should he overreact. He was in-between being shy and being submissive, wanting to keep Negaduck stay cool and collect as possible.
"I - I have feelings, for youse," Steelbeak admitted in an unusually timid voice, blushing furiously. "Youse kin kill me now."
Negaduck and Faith looked to each other, with both amusement and in surprise. The drake mallard raised an eyebrow and without replying, he unlocked the door. Steelbeak's eyes remained nervously fixated on him as he stepped in, hoping his casual behavior wasn't the calm before the storm.
"What kind of feelings, S.B?" Faith asked with a wink, placing a hand on her hip. "Your secrets are safe with us, providing we don't get bored and spread the scandal!"
Steelbeak froze, too tense and too jittery to enjoy anything that was possibly sexual in nature -- he had to be in the mood for it, and he wasn't in that mood. He resisted Negaduck's sexual intent by stubbornly curling up in a ball and facing his rear up against the wall. Although he was more than twice his size, out of fear, he was unable to fend him off.
"That's what I'm going to figure out!" Negaduck replied with a saucy grin, glancing aside at Faith. With all his might he tried to uncurl Steelbeak's position. Still, he didn't budge.
"C'mon, Steels, you can't play hard to get with Negaduck . . . !" He sneered, reaching a hand for Steelbeak's crotch. When the rooster got an annoyed look on his face, out came the dreaded knife. As long as he was under his wing, he would not let Steelbeak's attitude get in his way.
Staring at The Knife in terror, Steelbeak uncurled in submission. "O-okay, okay, I surrender! Do what youse want wit' me."
"Very well . . . " Negaduck sneered, quickly unzipping the rooster's fly and pulling the posh pants down past his waist. Conveniently, Steelbeak wasn't wearing anything underneath. He lowered his head down to his groin, seizing his large penis between his bill and roughly, he started to suck on it.
For someone who wasn't in 'the mood', Steelbeak didn't resist much! He remained sprawled out on his back, with his head resting up against the cell's bars and legs comfortably spread out. He had never experienced anything quite like this before.
Faith's blue eyes widened at Negaduck's approach to the matter. She had always known her husband to be persuasive with what he wants, but not this persuasive! Still, she wasn't angry and kept watching to see what would happen next. Now that's certainly a way to get someone to tell you what they think of you! Gives me another reason to love that bloke, I adore that persistence!
"Ready or not, Featherbuns, here I come!" With a devious grin, Faith came up behind Negaduck and gave him the same treatment that was being given to Steelbeak. She decided that if the boys were having fun, she might as well too!
"One more to the party, eh?" Negaduck winked, suggestively looking over his shoulder at her. Steelbeak's ejaculated semen was dribbling down his bill, and he licked it off with a seductive smile. The feeling of Faith's bill sensually enveloping around his reproductive organs had given him a adrenaline rush. As a result, he become more sexually aggressive toward the cockerel -- moving from licking and sucking his penis, to actually biting at it.
A full half-hour later, Steelbeak's still wouldn't tell his feelings -- at least not verbally. He remained uncharacteristically timid, in spite of sporting an erection that Negaduck became jealous over. Go on, Steels, tell 'em whatcha t'ink of 'em before 'e turns old and grey!
"N-Negaduck?" He asked coyly, clutching onto his cape like a child would with a beloved blanket. "I love youse . . . "
Most characters mentioned in this chapter are © Disney.
However, Faith Mallard belongs to Tammy Wraight. If you steal or copy her, expect to die a horrid death.