Hi,

I'm really trying to finish these stories this year, as they've been here for so long.

I don't think I've been too explicit in this chapter, just suggestive enough.

Enjoy

TFG

I'll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself

Once they had come to an agreement about what they wanted from each other, Duke and Roxie were able to fall into a very stable arrangement. This helped them establish some very strict boundaries which meant that they no longer tried to avoid each other or became angry or uncomfortable with one another after one of their trysts.

Duke still spent most of his time flirting with Roxie, but as he flirted with Tanya and Mallory as well no one really noticed any difference. He even started to flirt with Diana, the new head of their legal team, causing the middle-aged woman to blush uncontrollably and swat him away. It was even funnier when he did it in front of Phil, as he had started to date the woman.

And, at first, Duke didn't seem to mind when Roxie flirted with other men or when other men flirted with her. It was only natural for an attractive girl like her to explore her options. And she explored many options, much to the censure of Mallory.

"Don't you ever worry about what other people are going to think about, well, all of this?" Mallory asked Roxie after their sparring session. Ever since Duke had demanded that Mallory take over teaching Roxie self-defence, the two had suffered through sparring sessions every week, both too stubborn to give up despite how much they hated it.

"What exactly do you mean by, 'all of this'?" Roxie asked, using the two forefingers on each hand to make air quotes.

"Well," continued Mallory, "You want to be taken seriously as a scientist and you're, you have rainbow coloured hair."

"I'm naturally blond, and an identical twin. Forgive me for wanting to stand out a little."

"There's nothing wrong with having coloured hair while I'm still working towards my doctorate. It's not like it's permanent. And, when I do presentations, I do strip the colour back," Roxie answered from her place on the couch next to Nosedive, who seemed to be looking more annoyed than Roxie was.

"What about the dancing? I'm sure that's not looked on that favourably," Mallory said, still with an irritated look on her face.

"What about it? Lots of doctoral candidates work another job. We get very little pay for doing our research, and we need to supplement our income. I have several scholarships, but it doesn't pay for everything. I mean, I probably could leave the club now, cause you guys aren't taking any rent or utilities from me. But I do enjoy it. I also know that there are a few girls in my year who are working part-time as strippers and on those phone-sex lines to cover the costs. If you have any real complaints about this, you should focus on the fact that we don't get paid enough not to do this kind of work."

"It's the same in other places. I know that I-I-I had to have a few part times jobs when I was at university. And, I'm pretty sure that Wildwing had a job as well, or was an R.A. or something so he didn't need to pay rent," Tanya chimed in from behind the novel she was reading.

"And the sleeping around? That's the same in every other place and with every other student?"

"Hey, it's not like I'm a complete slut putting it around everyone who waves a dick at me. And even I was, what does it matter? I'm not hurting anyone, and everyone's a consenting adult. Why shouldn't I enjoy my time?" Roxie answered, getting more annoyed at the direction that Mallory was taking.

"What about what you did with Duke? What will the university think if they found out about that?" Mallory said plainly, looking directly at Roxie and causing the room to descend into the most uncomfortable silence ever.

It had been over eight months since that first incident, in which everyone knew that Duke and Roxie had had sex. And, as far as anyone else but Wildwing knew, that was the only time that the two had had sex

No one had spoken about that incident since that day when Nosedive caught Roxie sneaking from Duke's room and then proceeded to beat the older drake up. No one expected this incident to come up again, hoping to put it behind them, they especially didn't expect Mallory to bring it up on a quiet afternoon when no one had anything else to do.

"Leave it alone, Mallory. There was no need to bring this up," Nosedive said forcefully, instantly coming to the defence of his friend.

Over the years, it seemed that Mallory had gotten a little pricklier than she had initially been. She was very untrusting of new people, and would often bring up Nosedive's or Duke's prior misadventures. Especially the ones that had impacted anyone negatively.

Duke would mostly just shrug off her condemnations, knowing that he did deserve a lot worse than anything that Mallory could dish out. Someone else would often come to Nosedive's defence, mostly his older brother who understood him more than anyone.

With Roxie, it was often a little cattier. It might be because the girl was very successful in her profession and had no problem expressing herself in other ways. She would flirt with anyone she wanted, in a light hearted way. And, she seemed to be able to form a good relationship with anyone she met.

"Well, on that note, how about we head to the beach?" Roxie said to Nosedive, pulling her friend up before he could start in on an argument with Mallory.

The two friends left without another word to anyone, their surfing gear was stowed upstairs in the private parking garage rather than in the underground base. This was where all the regular vehicles were kept, so that only the migrator or the aerowing had to use the secret entrances.

When the two had left, Tanya looked towards her teammate and put her book down. Over the years the two hens had developed a steady friendship as the only two hens on the planet. It had taken them a while to find things in common to do together, as they had very different tastes, but they were able to bond over shared experiences and shared pain of being the only hens on a different planet.

"Okay, what was that about?" Tanya asked, looking very serious.

"I don't know, okay. She, she just annoys me."

"Everyone annoys you at one point of the day. That's somethings we've all accepted. But why is Roxane bothering you more than anyone else. It's seriously starting to look like you hate that girl, and I really don't understand why."

"I don't know. She just rubs me the wrong way. It happens with some people."

"Well, you better start to figure out why she 'rubs you the wrong way' and f-f-fix it. She is not going to be going anywhere, and frankly, I hope she doesn't. I've really enjoyed having another scientist around, and another girl. It's nice, and so is she."

"But, she, she's had sex with Duke! I mean, how could she physically do it? How could he?"

"Is that what's bothering you? The fact that she had sex with Duke? Do you want to have sex with Duke?" Tanya asked, almost flabbergasted at the idea of Mallory and Duke together, or Mallory jealous of someone sleeping with Duke.

"Don't be ridiculous, of course I don't want to have sex with Duke! He's a common thief!"

"First, he was a thief, past-past tense. Second, he was an extr-extra, um uncommon thief. And that is not an answer to the question. Maybe what's annoying you is that she is a very personable girl, who had two drakes drooling after her, despite being a different species. She's also not afraid to do what she wants to do, whereas I know you always thought about what others would think or how it would impact your career," Tanya explained, picking up her book again now that she's made her point.

Mallory tried to brush off the idea, scoffing at the statements made by her team-mate who was now reading her book quietly again. She got up, storming out of the room in outrage and almost barrelled into Duke and Wildwing, who were coming out of the gym.

"Whoa there, sweetheart, where's the fire?" Duke said, after he caught Mallory by the arm before she toppled over.

Without saying a word, Mallory pulled her arm from Duke's grip and stormed off down the corridor. Much to the confusion of the two drakes, who both didn't know what they had done wrong to cause such a response.

Mallory had originally been planning on beating the crap out of a punching bag instead of trying to work out her thoughts or feelings. But, seeing the two drakes had thrown a slight spanner in the works. Instead, she decided to go for a drive to clear her head.

She walked up to the garage and climbed onto the back of her vintage motorcycle, taking off with a screech of rubber. Over the last few years, the Ducks had accumulated a few different vehicles that weren't to be used in the pursuit of Dragaunus and his Saurian allies. It helped them sometimes, to feel a little more normal and to try to blend in. There was nothing that stood out more than a reinforced battle cruiser on a planet that didn't realise that they were trying to be invaded.

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Taking the longest scenic route she could find, Mallory spent hours driving around the city of Anaheim. She managed to go past the beach, trying not to think of the Nosedive and Roxanne having fun in the surf. She drove by a lot of other landmarks, again, trying not to think about another duck having fun with Roxanne there.

That was what was annoying her. The fact that a human girl had built a strong relationship with everyone, while it had taken her a longer time to do it. Mallory felt that she still didn't have that strong of a bond with some members of her team, like Nosedive and Duke, who she couldn't relate to. She even felt uncomfortable around Wildwing and Grin at times. But Roxanne didn't seem to, she was so personably and never seemed to force herself to make a bond.

For most of her life Mallory had been focusing on climbing through the ranks, hoping to make colonel before she was in her forties. All of her brothers were such high-flyers in the military, as was her father, and she wanted to make them all proud and prove that she could be as great as all of her male relatives.

She stopped trying to make friends, thinking that they wouldn't understand her desire to excel, or that she would just have to outrank them anyway. Drakes seemed to take slight offence when she outdid them and hens found her too confrontational and judgemental for wanting to start families instead of climb the ranks.

To find someone who seemed to be climbing her ladder at an accelerated pace, and who managed to make and maintain friendships made Mallory feel really self-conscious. She had realised that she could have tried harder, she could have made these bonds and formed a family instead of choosing to only focus on her career.

But she had always thought that she could have come back to that later, once she had achieved her rank. She would have had time to find a drake and start a family. Mallory had no idea that she would not be able to have the chance to and that she was stuck in another dimension with only four drakes and one hen for company.

If she wanted to start a family now, she would have to start one with one of the drakes on her team. This was such a small dating pool; it couldn't even be described as a puddle. There was a teenager who had no idea about structure, a slightly older drake who seemed to be coming to terms with everything himself, a drake who was a little too loopy for her, and an older drake who was probably the most experienced of the four but should not be even considered in that way.

Shaking her head, Mallory made her way back to the Pond. It was now dark and she was surprised to see that no one was practicing. Usually, there would be some light hearted games going on, most likely by one of the Flashblade brothers. Tonight, though, the Pond was quiet.

Walking around, she did see that there was some equipment lying around the ice. Almost as if someone had been practising and just dumped their equipment. Nothing made Mallory angrier than seeing equipment just left haphazardly around, that was how it got damaged or lost. Everyone should be responsible for the equipment and put it away, even Nosedive knew that.

She was about to march downstairs and find Wildwing. He was their captain and team leader, so it was his responsibility to make sure that everyone was pulling their weight. But was stopped when she heard the showers running. It seemed whoever had abandoned the equipment was still upstairs.

Deciding to bypass her captain and sort out the issue herself, Mallory made her way through the locker room. She had no problem with yelling at a drake in the shower, she had done it many times. As one of the few hens on her team and in her platoon back home, she had become desensitised to naked or nearly naked drakes.

She was stopped short though when she heard the deep moans on pleasure coming from the shower block. At first Mallory thought she had misheard, maybe the person in the shower had worked themselves really hard during their practice and was just enjoying the soothing high-powered streams in the shower. It was the second, deep moan of obvious pleasure that confirmed that the drake in the shower was getting themselves off in the communal showers.

"That pig," Mallory whispered out to the empty room. She wanted to start making as much noise as possible to let whoever was in the shower know that she was there and that she knew what he was doing.

Another moan sounded from the showers, accompanied by a groaned curse, revealing that the drake in the shower was none other than Duke. Which disgusted Mallory even more, as the drake had his own room, training room and office which he could lock for privacy. There was no reason for him to be in the communal showers masturbating after abandoning several pieces of equipment.

From everything that Mallory knew of Duke, abandoning the equipment was the most shocking and out of character for the fastidious drake. She was sure that he was just as particular as she was, as she had witnessed him going over every piece of equipment meticulously before using it.

So, she had no idea why he would suddenly just dump his equipment like that. With an irritated sigh, Mallory began to march towards the showers, almost tripping over some of the clothes that were lying just in front of the block when a piece of light pink fabric caught her eye.

It looked like the strap to a bra, poking out from under Duke's training jersey. She was absolutely sure that Duke did not wear ladies' undergarments under his clothes, as far as anyone knew at least. There was no reason for that bra to be there.

And then she heard another moan, and this one was definitely not Duke.

"Fuck, Angel, keep doing that," came Duke's breathy voice, sounding very close to something that Mallory should not be overhearing.

She knew that she should have just left the room and all thoughts of what Duke was doing in that shower. But Mallory didn't, she continued walking towards the showers, trying to rationalise what she was about to see.

The communal shower block was a large room with several high-pressured shower heads along one wall. There was a wall just in front of them, so that they could have somewhere to put their personal cleaning products. It was about waist height, to allow some degree of privacy if someone walked in. There were also several large baths, both hot and cold, on the other side of the room, which could have bubble jets, to relax whatever tired or sore muscles that you had.

It was a really nice bathroom, which they rarely used. At least, Mallory and Tanya rarely used it, preferring to use their private bathrooms in their rooms. The drakes though tended to use this bathroom after games, to clean off as soon as possible. But no one tended to use it after practice.

Mallory practically tiptoed around the opened door and peered in to the bathroom to see the dark drake under the stream of two shower heads. He had his back to her, with one hand bracing himself against the wall and one hand below the waist height wall. His head was thrown back, as he breathed hard, obviously getting closer and completely oblivious to the audience he now had.

She was about to turn around, March down to her own room and scrub her eyes clean, when she saw Duke brace both hands against the wall. But he was still moaning and groaning, as if he was getting closer to climax. It was entirely bizarre, but it became clearer after Mallory caught sight of two human hands reaching up Duke's back.

Before she could see anymore, Mallory spun around and marched herself out of the locker room. She went straight to her room and didn't come out for the rest of the night. She was that disturbed that Duke and Roxie were still carrying on together that she didn't think she could face anyone.

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It took several days before anyone took Mallory aside to ask why she had suddenly become very hostile towards both Duke and Roxie. The redheaded hen could not be in a room with either of them without spouting off some insult and storming off. It was even worse when she was in a room with the two of them.

It was after one of their practises that Wildwing had finally had enough. He had witnessed Mallory calling out Roxie for the clothes she was wearing when she was fixing one of the sensors on the goal. She wasn't wearing anything too revealing though, she was wearing a pair of denim shorts over brightly coloured leggings and a tight tank top. It was almost modest considering what the Ducks had seen Roxie wearing.

She wasn't even saying anything to anyone, and was not in the way, as the Ducks were just running drills. The human girl was just quietly tinkering with some wires as she hummed to herself, not even loud enough for anyone to recognise the song.

But, this seemed to be enough to annoy Mallory to the point that she told their human ally to go and put on some real clothes. When Duke came to Roxie's defence the hen then turned on him, saying that she wasn't surprised that he was defending a half-dressed girl.

"You're such a pervert, she's half your age and an entirely different species!" Mallory spat, jabbing him with her glove covered finger to the utter shock of everyone present.

"Hey, Mallory that's enough. Get off the ice and cool down, we will be talking about this. I expect to see you in my office," Wildwing said firmly, coming between the irate hen and confused drake, pointing her off the ice.

"What the hell is up with her?" Nosedive asked once Mallory had stormed off the ice in the direction of the locker rooms.

Wildwing just shrugged his shoulders, he had no idea why his right-winger had suddenly gone off on a mad rant with very little provocation. He tried to keep the practice going, but all the heart had gone out of it. So, Wildwing called off the practice early to check on Roxie who was still trying to work at the side of the rink.

"Yeah, I'm good, Wing, just, confused. Don't really know what I've done wrong. She's even stopped our self-defence sessions, not that I was learning anything, but it was kinda weird," Roxie answered, crossing her arms over her chest and looking smaller than she usually did. She had pulled on a jersey that was entirely too big, when Mallory told her to put on more clothes, hoping to calm her down. But it made her look so tiny, as it was several sizes too big.

With a heavy sigh and a shrug, Wildwing patted the young girl on the shoulder in a comforting gesture. He didn't want to have this talk with Mallory, but it was his responsibility as captain. He hoped to get it all sorted out and that everyone would start working together again, as they still had to defeat Dragaunus and didn't need any undue tension on the team.

Dismissing Roxie, Wildwing suddenly noticed that the jersey she was wearing was Duke's. It shouldn't have surprised him, and he knew that no one else would really notice, but it was a little jarring to see a small symbol of Duke's and Roxie's relationship.

When Wildwing arrived in his office he found that Mallory was already there, sitting in the leather chair across from his in the corner of the room. He rarely had to send someone to his office, which was where he had begun to talk to people away from anyone else. it was a more private and professional place to have discussions, and he really didn't want to have to have this conversation in his room.

"Okay Mallory, what's going on?" Wildwing asked after he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat down.

"I just don't think that what Roxie was wearing was appropriate, that's all. I also think that it's no longer appropriate to have her here all the time," Mallory answered plainly with a look that said she was not to be argued with.

But Wildwing could definitely argue with her. She was not the captain or team leader, he was. It was his word that was final and not hers, and she obviously needed to be reminded of that.

"Right, I Don't know what's happened with you, and Roxie, or Duke, but you do not get to make these demands without giving me an explanation. You were exceptionally rude to not only a team mate, but an ally who is working in any way she could to help us. So, again, what is going on and I want the truth. Or, I'll be taking you off the team rota. We have so many humans who want to play with us, and this might be the push needed to accept one on our team."

It was a slightly empty threat and Wildwing knew that Mallory knew that. They could not get a new player onto the team now that they were halfway through the season. It would take a lot to train a human how to play with the Ducks to any reasonable degree. They were planning to start taking on some human players after this season though, but he had not discussed that yet with any of the other Ducks, besides Duke.

"I saw them, Duke and Roxie, in the showers, together, and, and, they're still fooling around with each other! They are still, after everything that happened last time, they are still fooling around with each other and probably have been since that last time. And, it's wrong, it shouldn't be happening!" Mallory ranted, suddenly standing up and pacing the office as she offloaded all the things that she was angry about.

During Mallory's angry pacing and vitriolic rant, Wildwing sat quietly, letting the furious hen get everything out of her system. He knew that if he interrupted it would make her angrier, and he had nothing to say anyway. He just drank his water and waited for Mallory to run out of steam.

When she finally finished, Mallory sat down heavily, breathing heavily as if she had just finished a very harsh training session. She looked straight at Wildwing, as if daring him to reprimand her now that she had very legitimate reasons for her actions.

"When did you see them together?" Wildwing asked calmly.

"What, why does that matter? The fact is they are still carrying on some sort of tryst!"

"They are two consenting adults, what they do in private is their business. Now, I will talk to Duke about being discreet, and about not doing anything in public, but other than that, it's not really any of our business," Wildwing explained, still being as calm as he could even though he was slightly fuming about two people having sex in the locker room.

"You can't be serious!"

"Deadly. Now, I suggest you let it go. I will talk to both of them about being discreet and you should be too. If they want to speak about whatever they're doing, they will. If not, well, then we have to respect that. That's an order, Mallory. This has nothing to do with you," Wildwing said firmly, trying to hammer home the point.

Mallory didn't give a verbal answer, she just stared defiantly at Wildwing. Then, she let out a long and loud sigh, nodded her head and got up. She left Wildwing's office, most likely to beat the stuffing out of the punching bag in the gym to get out her anger. Yet, he knew that Mallory would not go against a direct order. She might complain to him a few more times, but she wouldn't talk to anyone else.

Drinking the rest of his water, Wildwing got up from his chair and walked across to Duke's office. He thought it was probably better to check upstairs before looking downstairs, or else he would be chasing his own tail around the Pond looking for Duke.

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Wildwing knocked on the door and turned the knob at the same, stepping into the office before he got an answer and instantly regretted it. The suddenly shriek and scramble for clothes made him realise that he really should have waited for an answer.

The scene that greeted Wildwing was the sight of his centre, with his pants down around his ankles, having bent their young ally across the desk. He was sure that he had seen the older drake thrusting and the sounds that were being made were now forever scarred into Wildwing's brain.

"Couldn't you at least have locked the damn door!" Wildwing called as he turned his back to the scene, to give the two some privacy as they got dresses.

"Couldn't you have at least waited for a reply!" Duke called back, though he was pulling up his pants and straightening his clothes. As was Roxie, who didn't say a word, getting dressed as quickly as she could.

Once Wildwing was sure that the two were decent, he turned around to see Roxie getting ready to run off. But, with one look he managed to get the two to remain in the office and sit down. Both knew that they were going to get one hell of a talking to that day.

"Right, first off, you two need to be more careful. That door, that one door there, should have been locked, there is no way I should have walked in on what I just did. Second, you two should not be doing anything in any public area. Not this office, which is on the same corridor as several other occupied offices and definitely not in the locker room," Wildwing said, emphasising each point on his fingers.

"Wait, what do you mean by the locker room? We didn't-" Duke started but was cut off before he could finish by an infuriated Wildwing.

"Don't even try to lie to me. I've just had an apoplectic Mallory in my office talking me through what she saw a few nights ago in the showers of the locker room. You have several rooms, that can be locked, I don't understand why you needed to do, whatever you were doing, in the locker room."

"It was a blow job," Duke said, to the blank looks of both of his companions in his office, "What, I thought the issue was that she didn't know what you were doing."

He got a swift punch in the arm from Roxie for that comment. The girl was practically dying of embarrassment, knowing that not only had she had just been caught being fucked over a desk by Wildwing but also caught by Mallory blowing Duke in the shower. At least she now understood why the hen was so enraged by her presence.

"That is entirely not the point and this is definitely not the time for levity. You need to be more careful. I'm not going to tell you now to stop what you're doing. You're both consenting, mostly responsible adults, who should understand what would happen if you're exposed doing what you're doing. Please, just be careful and don't make me have this conversation with you again. Now, Roxie, you need to get downstairs and help Tanya with the Migrator. And you, Duke, need to balance those books. They're due tomorrow."

With the obvious dismissal, Roxie picked up her bag and ran from the room before she could be yelled at again. This left the two drakes to stare each other down. Both seemingly daring the other to speak first.

"Right, so this is why Mallory is fuming at the moment? Great, what do you want me to do about it?" Duke finally said as he stood up and made himself a coffee, trying not to act as guilty or embarrassed as he felt.

"What do I what you do to? I want you to actually think about what you're doing! She's half your age, Duke, not to mention an entirely different species. I'm having a lot of trouble getting my head around what kind of relationship you two could possibly have," Wildwing answered, still angry at his team mate.

"The sexual kind? Listen, I know we're not going to be forever, that would be ridiculous, right. We're just, relieving each other of our sexual tension. We're both aware of our boundaries and know that it's not going to go anywhere. So, we'll try to be more discreet, we'll try not to fuck each other in this office, or the players' lounge, or the showers, the hot tub, the locker room, the garage, the migrator or the- "

"Is this really necessary?"

"Sorry, kinda enjoying you squirming. We'll keep it in our pants, okay? That better?" Duke answered, handing over a peace offering of strong, black coffee.

Taking a deep, calming breath, Wildwing tried not to picture Duke and Roxie in any of those places, and took the coffee from his friend. He wished that Duke had added milk and sugar, before he drank the tiny cup of coffee. He then gave back the cup and made his way back to his own office, trying to shake off the migraine that would not be helped by the strong shot of caffeine.

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unfortunately, the two did not become as careful as they should have after having two people catch them in the act in quick succession. A month later Tanya went to the lab that she now shared with Roxie only to stop in her tracks and backtrack entirely.

Next to the workbench that Roxie used was the girl herself, her top askew and Duke standing behind her, one hand on her breast and the other down her pants. Whatever he was doing to her, Roxie was obviously enjoying it immensely, as she was biting her lip and moaning out loud.

Tanya kept that incident to herself, feeling that it was not her place to talk to anyone about it. She did abruptly change the codes on all the doors though, so that if Duke's code and Roxie's codes were entered into a room, it would flash a little red light if she then entered her code. This way she would have a little warning that there might be two people doing something within the room that she would not want to see.

And, when Grin walked in on Roxie and Duke in the garage a few months after that he unfortunately could not walk out without being noticed. He had wanted just to backtrack and hide when the gentle giant witnessed Roxie performing a sex act on Duke that he had never seen before. One that looked like she was trying to eat a part of him, but the look on Duke's face showed that he was obviously in complete ecstasy.

Disastrously though, Grin had collided with one of the large chests of tools as he tried to tiptoe out of the garage unnoticed. The noise causing Duke to jump and Roxie to almost clamp her mouth shut.

The sounds that Duke made as he clutched his now bleeding crotch was horrifying and made Grin clench his own crotch in sympathy. It took a while for both Roxie and Grin to convince Duke to go up to see Doctor Butcher, their team doctor, to make sure everything was okay.

It was very regrettable that the grey drake was in too much pain to walk up to her office under his own steam. He needed to be practically carried upstairs by Grin as Roxie fretted in the garage, trying to clean it up a little bit.

When they arrived at the Doctors office it was to find Doctor Butcher looking entirely not impressed. Especially when Duke explained his injury but entirely glossed over how he had done it.

"Cut the bullshit, L'Orange, what happened?" Doctor Butcher said curtly, as she snapped on a latex glove to look at the injured area, that had started to swell as it bled.

"Roxie was blowing me, when she was startled," Duke said, trying not to look either the doctor or Grin in the eye. The poor drake looked like he was going to die of embarrassment, he really didn't want to explain anymore in front of him.

"Bit you, did she?" Doctor Butcher asked with a shit eating grin on her face, looking over the injure area. She had not had to interact with the Ducks genitals much over the last three years, not until she found out about Duke and Roxie, and had to do an STD swab.

"Don't look so happy about. Is it going to be okay?" uke asked, wishing that Grin was not in the room while his penis was out and being manhandled by their terrifying sports physician.

"Oh, it's going to be fine. You've just torn the frenulum of the prepuce. It can happen during sex as well. I just need to wash it and dress it. I am going to give you some antibiotics though, as the mouth have a lot of nasty flora in it. You're going to have to keep it clean, change the dressing regularly and refrain from physical activity. Luckily, you don't have a game for a few weeks. You also need to refrain from sex. Which, from what I'm aware of yours and Miss Moore's activities, that might be difficult. If it gets worse come back and see me, but I may need to refer you to a Urologist. Won't that be fun! I'll go get some dressings and the prescription for you. Enjoy your conversation while I'm gone," Doctor Butcher said gleefully as she pulled off her gloves and left the room.

"That woman's a sadist," Duke said grumpily, his penis throbbing uncomfortably between his legs.

He looked over to his team mate, who was still staring intently at the floor. The poor drake was obviously uncomfortable and was obviously still in room out of guilt and concern. That was probably what was keeping Roxie from the room.

"Right, obviously, you've seen something that you didn't want to see. And, while I would like to just brush it under the carpet and never speak of it again, I owe you more than that big guy. So, here it is. Me and Roxie are in a physical relationship. We're not dating. We're just having sex. Yes, we shouldn't have done that in a public place, and I would appreciate it if you didn't talk to anyone else about this," Duke said openly, deciding that being truthful was the best option at the moment.

"Are you sure?" Grin asked, the first thing he had said since his rushed apologies after causing the crash of the large tool chest.

"Sure, of what?"

"Are you sure that it is only physical?"

"Of course, it's only physical. It can't be anything else, can it?" Duke answered, almost laughing at the absurdity.

"Only a physical relationship that has lasted close to a year, and the two of you have a great amount of camaraderie and many things in common?" Grin asked, finally looking at his team mate.

Duke's beak dropped in shock and confusion. He had not realised that they had been having sex for that long. But it made sense. The first time they had had sense was almost a year ago, after Roxie had successfully achieved her masters. And they did go out quite a lot, with trips to the theatre and ballet.

He didn't have much longer to dwell on it, as both Roxie and Doctor Butcher came into the office. It seemed the sadistic doctor had gone on a search to find Roxie as well as more dressings and antibiotics. She probably wanted to give the girl a dressing down as she applied the dressing to Duke's injured penis.

They all left the doctor's office later that day, and Duke had a lot of fun explaining to Wildwing why he was limping and why he couldn't take part in training for a few weeks. Then he had to explain why Grin looked both guilty and completely shell-shocked and would probably benefit from having a day off as well.

The poor light-coloured drake looked like he was about to have an aneurysm as he listened to more of the story. He didn't yell though, only asked that Duke leave him alone and not do any more damage that day.

OMN

After that injury, the two became a little more careful. They only got physical in Duke's room after that incident. They didn't have sex for a long while after Duke's torn frenulum, but Duke still pleasured his young lover.

There was nothing he loved more than having Roxie writhing and screaming underneath him. He would use his hands to bring her to ecstasy, since he couldn't use his dick. The doctor had told him it would be a few weeks before he could have sex and he didn't want Roxie to go without because he couldn't perform.

He had even purchased a few toys to help him give her pleasure. and, they had ventured into something new, trying to have scenes rather than just have sex. They had tried this a few times, but it had always devolved into just sex. This made them have a full scene without having sex.

And Duke loved it. He had no idea that developing so much trust between the two of them could give him so much pleasure. He had bound her, gagged her, and used various implements of impact on her, and she loved it.

"So, we're going to continue this after your little friend is fixed?" Roxie asked as she rubbed some soothing gel on her bruised bottom. She would not be doing any burlesque for a while, luckily she was only booked for aerial for the next few months so it didn't matter if her bottom was bruised, it would be hidden by her costumes.

"Whatever you want, Angel, I'm not complaining about how you react. Wouldn't mind actually having sex again afterwards though," Duke replied, pulling off his pants to put on his sweats for bed.

He was shocked though, when Roxie pulled on her clothes as if she was going to leave. He had assumed that she was staying the night with him, and told her that. Roxie did try to make excuses to leave, but all her fight left her as he pulled her back to the bed and begun to undress her.

"Hey now, you're still healing. If you don't heal up, you can't play, and just think how difficult that would be to explain to everyone," Roxie said weakly, as she sunk into the bed.

"Don't worry about it, I'll be good. We'll just sleep, and cuddle."

"I Don't like cuddling."

"Then we'll just sleep, in my giant bed."

The fight left her, and Roxie consented to just sleeping in Duke's bed. It was, after all, a lot nicer than her bed. It was when she woke up the next morning, content and comfortable that Roxie realised that something had changed.

It had been a long time since she had felt this comfortable with another person. She definitely never felt this comfortable with someone she was sleeping with. She like to keep that distance, as it would hurt less when that person left her like everyone else had done.

She didn't understand why she was so comfortable with Duke. He was an alien, with a dark past that he refused to speak about, though the other Ducks had made some offhanded comments about it that Roxie had managed to piece some of it together. She knew that he had been a bad guy before the Saurians invaded and that getting into a relationship with him wasn't the best idea.

She stopped when her inner monologue said the word 'relationship'. That word made her blood turn to ice in her veins. It was a terrifying word and no good could come from thinking fondly on that word.

Slipping out of bed, Roxie knew that Duke was watching. She could feel his eyes on her as she got dressed. She managed to put on the clothes that she had been wearing the night before, Duke having finally learned not to rip apart her clothes when removing them.

She then realised that she had a few changes of clothes in his wardrobe. She had started to leave a few in there in case Duke did rip something. That way she didn't need to fearfully walk the corridors with clothes that had obviously been torn apart.

Before she left, Roxie turned around to see Duke looking at her. He looked so contented, lying on his bed, watching her get ready to leave. It sent some warm fuzzy feelings throughout her body which entirely terrified her. This shouldn't be happening; the thought assaulted her brain again and again throughout the day.

"So, what's up, Roxie?" Johner asked one day during one of their dance practices. They both still liked to dance together and would occasionally compete in local competitions when they had enough time. If they didn't both their mothers would be incredibly disappointed in them.

"What do you mean?" Roxie answered from where she was stretching.

"Do you really want me to say it out loud? Fine, what's up with you and Duke? And don't try to deny it, I've seen the bruises on you."

"I don't know, okay! I have no idea what's going on here. I know, I know it's sick, and I know it's going to cause trouble if anyone actually finds out. But, he's so good!" Roxie declared, falling to the floor with her face in her hands.

"Listen, Roxie, I'm not judging, I'm really not. I just, I don't want you to get hurt again. And I don't want anything to come between you and Dive either. Just, think about what you're doing, okay. Now, how about we get going? I've got a in pile that taller than you to get through!" Johner said, offering his hand to his friend.

The two walked back to the Pond in silence, as Roxie was thinking long and hard about several things, mainly things about Duke. Over the last few months, she had noticed that she had not gone out much with any new guys, which was unusual for her. She would normally be dating several guys, not giving any singular one special attention. It had been a very long time since she had been with just one guy.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice the amount of noise on the ice as she walked into the Pond. It wasn't until Nosedive called her and Johner over to say hello to the several new faces that she realised that the ice was full of players.

"Hi Roxie, Johner, I wanted you to say hello to our new players! Wildwing finally decided to start taking on human players!" Nosedive said, almost bursting with excitement.

And Roxie could see why. Everyone on the ice was around Nosedive's age, probably in their early twenties. She knew that her friend was often down about being one of the youngest around, and that he was often treated differently from everyone else. Now though, he was going to be the average age.

"Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to John Meyer, Phil's personal assistant, and Roxanne Moore, who works with Tanya and also keeps our electronic equipment state of the art," Wildwing said, introducing his human allies to their new team mates.

As soon as she was introduced, Roxie could feel every young man's eyes on her body. She was wearing her practice clothes still, not really thinking that she would need to change. It didn't leave much to the imagination, and now she felt very exposed.

She could hear some of whispers from the young men. It was something that she had gotten very used to, but she felt a little uncomfortable hearing them in the Pond, where she wasn't judged on her appearance that much.

That was when Duke stepped in, and told all the young men to start showing some respect. He then pulled off his training jersey and gave it to her to put on. If he was human everyone definitely would have seen this as Duke marking his territory. But, since he was a duck, no one seemed to put two and two together.

What made Roxie feel more awkward about the display was the warm fuzzy feelings it gave her. She liked the idea of Duke suddenly trying to protect her virtue in front of the gaggle of horny young men. She even wanted to reach up and give him a kiss on the cheek for the display of chivalry.

That made Roxie decide that she needed to start dating more than she was. She needed to get over these warm feelings and start moving on. What she had with Duke was only supposed to be a temporary thing, for them both to work through their sexual tension. It shouldn't have developed into anything more.

When she got back downstairs, Roxie called one of the guys in her cohort. He was a nice guy, who was quite tall and had thick brown hair. He had asked her out a few days ago and, so far, she had not given him a definite answer.

The guy, Henry, seemed a little surprised when he answered the phone. It seemed he didn't hold out much hope of her actually saying yes to a date with him. He recovered quickly enough though, and then asked her out for dinner that week.

"I'm actually a little busy for the rest of the week. How about tomorrow? We could grab some dinner somewhere and then maybe a movie or something?" Roxie asked, a little anxious to prove to herself that she didn't feel anything that strongly for Duke.

"Um, sure, I can do tonight. How about that Thai place we had the mingle last month?" Henry asked, once again recovering quickly. Roxie agreed, saying that she would see him tomorrow.

OMN

"Whoa, Roxer-Roo, you look great!" Nosedive said as his friend walked into the common area.

"Thanks Dive!" Roxie answered with a smile and a twirl. She had decided to wear a floral, flared mini-skirt and a black off-the-shoulder top. She paired this outfit with a pair of heeled sandals and kept her hair down. With the flirty, flaring hem of the skirt she looked like she was ready to dance.

"What you doing?" asked Nosedive.

"Got a date, so, I might be back quite late."

"Okay, Roxer-Roo, have fun!" Nosedive called with a bright smile.

Over the year they had managed to return to their level of closeness. It took a lot of work, with lots of talking and hanging out, but Nosedive realised how much he cared for Roxie and he didn't want to ruin it by having hurt feelings. A

And Roxie didn't want to lose someone she was so close to. She felt so comfortable and close to Nosedive, closer than she felt to any member of her family. So, she felt terrible that she was keeping such a big secret from him.

Hoping that this would mean that she would no longer have to keep this secret from one of her best friends, Roxie waved goodbye and headed upstairs. She was almost out of the Pond when she was stopped by the familiar deep voice of Duke at the door.

"You look nice, Angel. What's the occasion?" Duke said simply from his seat in the players' box.

"Got a date tonight, with a guy in my cohort," Roxie answered with a tight smile.

"Fair. Dinner and movie?"

"Probably."

"So, I'll see you later tonight, then?" Duke said with a sly smile and a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"What makes you think that? I could decide to spend the night with him instead," Roxie answered angrily, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, Angel, you've been with me pretty much exclusively for the last few months. And I doubt this boy could give you what you actually want," Duke answered, standing up and moving closer to his human companion.

"And what, pray tell, do you think I actually want?" Roxie said, still angry for the presumption that Duke seemed to be making.

"A good fuck from someone who knows exactly what he's doing and what you like. So, go and have fun with this boy, I'll see you tonight to give you exactly what you need," Duke said simply with a smile.

The drake burst out laughing when he saw the look on Roxie's face, and almost toppled over in mirth when the girl practically stomped her feet and stormed out. He called after her to have good night, but she didn't say anything else. She merely tried to slam the door and flagged down a passing taxi.

Roxie had managed to calm down by the time she got to the restaurant, and was able to relax and enjoy her date with Henry. They were able to have a very lively conversation about the last few lectures they added together and the conference that was coming up. They then started talking about movies over their main courses, sharing some of food with each other.

"You sure you don't want some chicken, it's really good," Henry asked, holding a spoonful of green curry out for her.

"No thanks, I don't eat poultry. It makes me feel a little weird, considering who I spend most of my day with," Roxie answered, taking a spoonful of coconut shrimp instead.

"Oh, right, you work a lot with the Mighty Ducks. I guess that would be weird. You got any interesting stories about them? I bet they have some amazing equipment," Henry said, spooning more curry out onto his plate.

This was a topic that Roxie got asked several times a day, the extra-terrestrial equipment that she got to play with. She was sure that she was the subject of envy for every engineer and physicist in her school. So, she often downplayed some of the inventions she got to tinker with.

After the two had finished their dinner, Henry offered to drive Roxie home. But she instantly declined. She wanted to prove Duke wrong, she wanted to show him that he didn't know her as well as he thought he did. So, she asked Henry if they could go to his place instead and watch a movie.

Henry looked like all his Christmases had come early at the request. He managed to stutter out an affirmative response as he led Roxie to his car. He didn't drink that much during dinner, so he would be able to drive Roxie home. The young man obviously had not planned to take her to his home instead.

It didn't take them that long to get back to his apartment, as it was close to the restaurant. It was a nice place, that he was obviously sharing with another doctoral candidate based on the amount of books and board lying around.

While Roxie made herself more comfortable on the plush couch, Henry poured them both a glass of wine. He handed the glass to Roxie and put in a DVD of one of the Friday the 13th movies. Both Henry and Roxie had admitted they had a soft spot for eighties horror movies, but neither had any intention of watching it that evening.

As soon as the opening credits started playing, Roxie had leaned into Henry and begun to kiss him. In no time he had his tongue in her mouth, while she was practically on top of him. It felt really nice to be kissing someone again, to feel lips against hers. To feel skin against skin.

For some reason though, Roxie pulled away from the very willing human man. She didn't know why she had pulled away, only that she felt weird having someone else touch her. She tried to kiss him again, but the same thing happened, she suddenly pulled away.

Poor Henry looked very confused as to why his date had suddenly stopped. She had been the one to both initiate the date and the make out session on his couch. He was sure that he was doing everything right, and was doing it well, from the sounds that she had been making.

"Sorry, I, I don't know what's going on with me. I think, I think I better go. I had a great night though. I, I'll just call a taxi. Sorry again, Henry," Roxie said, picking up her bag and shoes, leaving as quickly as she could.

Before she knew what she was doing, she was on the way back to the Pond. She tried to figure out why she had suddenly pulled away from Henry, he was a good kisser but it had just felt wrong. She felt guilty, like she was cheating on someone, but she was not beholden to anyone. She was not in a relationship so she shouldn't feel that way.

When she got back to the Pond, Roxie didn't go to her room to try and put the night behind her. Instead, she found herself outside of Duke's room, buzzing to be let in, which didn't take long. The door opened quickly with the drake looking very unsurprised that she was standing outside of his room.

"Not one word, L'Orange," Roxie said firmly, walking into the room without a second thought.

"Didn't say a thing, Angel," Duke said with a grin, closing the door behind her.

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