From Yesterday
A/N: Originally published on AO3. So, as you can probably tell, this is an AU/crossover story. Scrooge is supposed to be an immortal Assassin living with Duckworth during the Italian Renaissance in this universe. Sorry the first entry is so short, but I take forever to write pretty much anything.
And don't worry, the angst is gonna be coming soon. VERY soon, in fact. :)
Scrooge dropped down through the window, his spat-clad feet plopping onto the floor with light, silent thump. Just as quietly, he undid the knife belt around his waist and tossed it onto a cushioned chair. After removing his bloodied bracers and sticky crimson-stained robe- dropping them wearily on the floor as he did so- he crawled in between the covers of his bed, sighing contentedly as the radiant warmth of another body greeted him. The source of said body heat shifted closer. This movement was accompanied by a cold, wet nose nuzzling Scrooge's feathers.
"Ye're still awake," Scrooge murmured, closing his eyes at the sensation.
"What gave you the idea that I wouldn't?" Duckworth replied gently, lowering his head further and pressing his lips lightly against the pekin's beak. Scrooge returned the kiss wholeheartedly, his fingers tangling in his lover's fur. It was a full minute, maybe even two, before they pulled apart. Scrooge snuggled up against Duckworth's chest, listening to the heart beating steadily underneath. "Pleased to see you're still in one piece, sir."
Scrooge couldn't contain the amused snort that burst from his beak. "Ye and me both."
~*~Fin.~*~