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 Eighteen:
Intimacy Interrupted
Negaduck's hands gripped firmly on the iron bars of his cell's window as he stared intently out into the courtyard. He silently cursed out at the invisible demons who dared to try and hold him and his wife captive, who dared to get in the way of his path of tyrannical chaos. Whoever you are, you have just earned your one-way ticket to Hell.
This wasn't the first time the mallard had his plans backfire on him, but it was going to be his last failure if he had anything to do with it. Negaduck gained hope instead of losing it, and defied defeat instead of accepting it. There was no stopping him, especially with Darkwing out of his way for good and his living weapon of destruction still on the run. It seemed that he got smarter each and every time he was caught red-handed in the midst of crime.
Sharing the company of The Prince of Darkness was Faith. All the other jail cells were packed to the brim with criminals of all walks of life. She pressed her back against the grungy off-white wall, thinking about how unfair it was that Steelbeak was free while she and her husband weren't. She didn't become jealous, however; Faith was above that. All that mattered to her was that she had everything in the world in this grungy place -- she was with Negaduck, and Negaduck was with her.
As if reading her mind, Negaduck spoke up after three hours of silence. He sat next to her on the bed, placing the palm of his hand against his forehead.
"I don't blame the rooster."
"Suppose he'll ever get captured?" Faith asked, leaning against him.
Negaduck nodded, narrowing his eyes as he firmly clutched an arm around her waist. "There is the chance of that. There's also the chance that he'll take my position while he's out there!" He added with an annoyed huff.
"He's the type that if you give him an inch, he'll give you a mile." This was true. As fond as Negaduck had become of Steelbeak, he still didn't trust him completely. There was always the chance he would go off and do something to better himself over the Public Enemy, or at least try to.
While police continued on with their investigation work back at the hideout, Steelbeak slipped away like the phantom he sometimes appeared to be. Even when he practically walked from right under their nose, they failed to notice his presence. He refrained from taunting them, even if it went against his nature. The rooster had to put his mind onto better, more illegal matters.
Steelbeak didn't worry too much about the investigators; he'd come back and deal with them and the rest of the police department later. The guards were a slightly tougher nut to crack, and so, were given the first priority. His curse had lifted somewhat, but not enough to take the edge off his murderous intent. Hidden in his jacket were sachets of strychnine, and he knew just what to do with them.
The rooster avoided The Prince of Darkness' surviving lackeys he got into a stolen car and drove down the bad part of town. It didn't matter where Quackerjack or Megavolt or The Liquidator went, they got attention without even trying. Attention was the last thing Steelbeak wanted, a low profile was what he craved -- until it was time for him to strike.
Back in the penitentiary, under the relative privacy of bed sheets, things were heating up for Faith and Negaduck. It had been a while since just the two of them were able to share any sort of intimate attention, and Faith relished this moment. It wasn't that she hated Steelbeak, or that she was jealous of his feelings for Negaduck, but sometimes she just wanted him out of the way so she could have the drake all to her self.
"Finally, at last, just you and I . . . " Faith murmured, closing her eyes as she felt Negaduck's characteristically forcible insertion. His member felt cool as it slid into her, and shuddered a little as she felt his cool breath against her neck.
"As far as I'm concerned, I'm the luckiest she-duck around . . . " She seductively insisted, shivering again as she felt her adrenaline running.
"Damn right you are, Faithykins!" Negaduck laughed, placing his hands over her breasts and tracing a finger around each nipple.
"To be in the den with the Prince of Darkness isn't a privilege given to just anyone . . . "
Alas, all good things must come to an end, even if those good things have only begun.
"Faith, Negaduck?" The large, nondescript dogface of a guard called out, discreetly looking away and reminding himself that he's seen everything.
"Bloody hell! Have some respect, you great lummox!" Faith snarled, wrapping the bed sheet around her as she sat up to confront him. Her blonde hair had been tousled from the lovemaking.
"I don't mean to interrupt, madam . . ."
"Sure you don't!" Negaduck sarcastically replied, peeking his head out from under the sheet. "What brings you here, anyway? Better not be another lockdown, or someone is going to be hurt . . . " He threatened, rubbing a fist.
The guard kept his cool as unlocked the gate. Having worked at the jail for as long as he did, he was used to being threatened, and most of the threats he got were empty ones. Even if Negaduck did try to do something to him, he had enough pepper spray on him to use on a dozen inmates.
"You two have a visitor."
"Can't they come back later?" Faith asked with disappointment, wrapping another sheet around her so that there was no chance the dog would catch sight of her naked torso. "If you don't mind, we'd like a little bit of privacy. Please go and take the 'visitor' with you."
The guard ignored her request, and in sauntered Steelbeak.
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.