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 Nineteen:
The Last Chance
Faith let out a groan when she felt the bed sheet lift up off of her body. "Can't you come back later? Like in an hour or so?" She asked the visitor, her voice muffled as she practically stuffed her face into the pillow. "It's bloody annoying to have people over when you want to spend time with your husband." With a snort, she snatched the sheet and hid her bare bottom with it.
"Oh, I kin believe it!" Steelbeak laughed, brushing his comb back. "'Fraid your doll's gonna 'ave to cope wit' me for a little bit longer if yas two wanna get outta 'ere . . . " He whispered, bending down to Negaduck's level.
"Oh bother, said Faith . . . " She muttered, still having her face hidden in the pillow. At least the visitor this time was an amiable rooster and not some dull psychologist coming in for the up tenth time to check whatever was left of her shred of sanity.
"So, Roosterboy, what's your plan on getting us out of here?" The mallard asked, grabbing Steelbeak by the wattles and yanking his head closer to his.
Flinching and trying to pull away, Steelbeak whispered his warning. "Whatever yas two do, don't drink de water at lunchtime. I slipped a little somet'ing in de system. When de guards take a drink, it'll be deir last."
Negaduck liked this plan. It was a decently devious enough. Still, The Prince of Darkness thought about it, the more had his doubts. It seemed a little too Liqudator-y. He expected more from the rooster, especially since he was under his control for long enough. There needed to be a backup for this plan, just in case things didn't go as smoothly as the rooster thought it would.
Faith too was equally unsure of this plan. Typical cock, thinking he knows everything! Whatever's wrong with the cliche standby of just, well, getting yourself out? Aside from being shot at, that is, and set upon by dogs. Then there's being cut open by the barb wire when you finally do manage to get out. Bloody hell, being in jail's annoying.
"It better work, or the guards won't be the only ones having their last lunch!" Faith warned, grinning as she watched her husband tighten his wattles before snapping them back in his face. She liked to watch Negaduck torture his victims, and liked it even more of she could torture them with him.
"I hear ya . . . Jeebus, dat smarted!" Steelbeak muttered, rubbing underneath his lower jaw. That was to be last time Negaduck would boss him around like that, he thought.
"Why do you think I did it for?" Negaduck asked with a sneer. "Honestly, Steelbeak . . . I expected better for you." What he didn't realize was that he was pushing himself on a rooster who had developed a new attitude.
With a deep growl, Steelbeak pinned the duck onto the cot and held him down with one hand pressed firmly onto his chest. He could have killed him right there and then; it'd be easy enough for him to do so, but it wasn't his intention. No amount of hitting or kicking or even biting from Negaduck would break his hold on him. The duck's cold stare didn't phase him now, nor did his threats.
"If you hurt him, I swear I'll - - " Faith started, bracing herself to defend her husband with every inch of her life. Steelbeak's sudden violence towards Negaduck caused her heart to skip a few heart beats.
The ex-F.O.W.L Agent ignored her warning -- even if she did raise her hand -- and he stared down at Negaduck with determination.
The mallard was still trying to fight him off, but he calmed somewhat as he felt the rooster's hand grasp his upper thigh. Steelbeak's touch was firm and not undesirable to the mallard. He reminded himself that just a little while ago, it was Negaduck who was the aggressor as far as unsolicited attention went. "Nice to have de tables change, eh, oh mighty Prince of Darkness?"
"Rrrgh . . ." The duck gave a sharp hit to the rooster's crotch, and he more likely gave pleasure to him than pain by doing this. The rooster was becoming a threat to his dominance, and he didn't like it. How dare he be so pushy with him!
"Jus' give me a chance . . . " Steelbeak cooly insisted, running a finger down his chest. "Yer dealin' wit' de new and improved Steelbeak 'ere. De old one ran clear off, and I've made sure of dat." His touch became tender as he moved his hand up towards his groin and took hold of his organs. He rubbed them soothingly between his thumb and fingers until Faith shoved him off the cot. There was enough duck to go around for the two of them, but his big hand blocked her access to Negaduck's family jewels.
Before long, Negaduck felt another hand move up his other thigh -- Faith's. "What do you think, Lord Fluffybutt? Should we give him a chance, or should we just . . . Off him?" She conspired, stroking between the mallard's privates in a slow, tickling manner. She could tell he was enjoying it, and kept up with it in a gradually faster pace.
"Do you have to call me that, in prison, in amongst other villains?" Negaduck groaned shuddering at Faith's new elaborated nickname for him. He was quite enjoying the double attention up until then.
"As for you?" He growled, giving Steelbeak a hard poke in the chest. "I'll give you that chance, but it'll be the last one I'll give you! If you fail me this time, you'll know what will happen . . . "
At exactly twelve in the afternoon, it was time for action.
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.