Drakes

EXPECTATIONS

Darkwing was busying himself in the kitchen, trying to keep his mind off of Gosalyn, and the day's events. He shivered slightly, hating to think what Binky Muddlefoot was telling his daughter, but shuddered at the possibility of telling her himself. He poured some water into a pot and set it to boil.

"Grrrr, I'll never get this meal done! Dammit why'd they all agree to Chinese anyways? They know I like to cook my own food now and I've never done Chinese before for so many people!"

Well, he cooked for himself now, after the salmonella incident at Hamburger Hippo. The manager swore it had been an accident, but Darkwing was adamant. He would never go to one of those cheesy fast food places again, not when there were healthier, and tastier, alternatives.

He heard some footsteps on the stair and moaned.

"Well well well," Negaduck said with a laugh. He leaned against the kicthen door and smiled. "What bad guys are we fighting with this time, calories or fat?"

Darkwing shook his head at the bad joke, then turned to look at Negaduck. His eyes bugged out his sockets.

Negaduck was wearing a very snug fitting pair of jeans, his black mask, and a yellow and red tank top of some sort that matched his eyes. Darkwing tried to turn his head but those dark green pools of liquid kept following his every move.

"Hope you don't mind, I borrowed some money to get some more clothes. Your taste in fashion is a little conservative for my tastes."

Darkwing tried to keep his mind focused on more important things, but his mind kept straying to very twisted fantasies. Just what did Negaduck look like without those jeans? And that tight fitting shirt? And about a layer of interfearing feathers over certain parts of the duck anatomy...

"And when did you have the time to go out shopping for clothes?" Darkwing said to distract himself. "You're on probation!"

"You didn't think I actually sat up there in my room for two days did you?" Negaduck said breathlessly. "Its easy to climb down that tree in the back yard. Bet Gosalyn already thought of it. Don't worry, Drake, I'll pay you back..."

Drake. Darkwing tried not to swoon at the mention of his own name. Instead he rushed across the room to the stove he had just left, pouring water into an over boiling pot.

"MY RICE! Dang it! Neggy, could you do me a favour...?"

Negaduck sauntered lazily over to the frantic Darkwing and wrapped his arms around the other duck's waist.

"That depends on whether I'll like this favour or not..."

Darkwing groaned and raised his eyes to the sky, begging for mercy. He gasped as Negaduck tightened his grip.

"Get your mind out of the gutter Negs," Darkwing finally managed to say. "I need you to go next door and fetch Gosalyn," he paused. "And tell her she can bring Honker over if she wants. Lauchpad won't be here..."

Negaduck sighed and let him go.

"Okay, but remember, you owe me a favour later."

"Other than saving your life?" Darkwing laughed.

"Other than that," Negaduck said, no longer joking. "Hmmm,I'll be back."

He slipped out the door and Darkwing was finally able to collapse on the ground, his boiling-over rice forgotten. Darkwing tried very hard to shake some very lusty thoughts out of his head as he stood staring at the door where Negaduck had retreated.

I must be nuts, he thought. That duck tried to kill me more than once, and now he's seducing me? When did my life get so strange?

He picked himself up and concentrated on the task at hand, making dinner. But he barely noticed what he was doing, his mind kept straying to that handsome duck who had lit fires in places that hadn't been lit in a LONG time.

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Negaduck stood lazily against the door for two seconds before ringing it. Was this what his life had finally come to? Picking up his enemy's daughter from the neighbours? Wearing normal clothes, and eating Chinese stir fry every night? Not that it mattered, he'd had enough Chinese food while he was still part of the Fearsome Five. Still, was this all he had to look forward to on the path down the road of "good behaviour"?

The door opened and a strange blond feathered lady peeked out.

"Ah, er, yeah, Dark, I mean, Drake Mallard sent me over for Gosalyn...ahem..."

Binky looked at him a little puzzled then opened the door wide.

"We're just having tea right now, Mr. uhhhh....

"McFeathers." Negs said. "But people call me Negs..."

"Oh you're 'Neggy', uh..ha ha, come right on in and make yourself at home. Gosalyn's been telling me all about you."

Negaduck briefly wondered why everyone was calling him "Neggy," then remembered the scrabble game he had unwittingly been pulled into the previous night by Gosalyn, Launchpad and Darkwing, and Gosalyn had teased him, called him Neggy, after Darkwing has unwittingly put that word down instead of 'piggy'. Heh, that had been funny. But darned it irked him.

Gosalyn was sitting in the Muddlefoot's living room, drinking tea just as the lady had said, and pouring over some pamphlets on the table in front of her.

"Hey kiddo..." Neggy said. "Your dad says you should come home for supper now."

"Oh, Hi Neggy," Gosalyn said, not looking up. "Just a sec..."

"And he said you can bring your friend Honker over too."

He saw, for the first time since moving in with them, that Gosalyn was blushing.

"No, I-I don't think so..."

Negaduck felt a slight stabbing twinge, remembering how this girl had once hugged him under the influence of a love potion. At the moment, he felt...Fatherly.

"Life's beating you up eh? You know, every duck suffers something in their life, why look at your old man, he..." and then he stopped, thinking maybe their past before she had come into Darkwing's life might have been a forbidden subject. "Ahhh, never mind, the point is, life's gonna kick you down a couple times, but you gotta get back up again..Just like me."

Gosalyn looked at him for a second.

"But what about swimming and roller-hockey and stuff? I can't do those things for at least a whole week out of each month!"

The girl looked ready to burst, and Mrs. Muddlefoot gave him a warning look.

"Well, not swimming, maybe, but you can still play hockey and soccer, as long as you know your limits..." he was forcing himself now, the blue and white lace doilies were giving him a migraine and he wanted to get out of there.

"That's right Gosalyn," Binky Muddlefoot cut in. "If women couldn't play sports then there wouldn't be any women's sports teams."

Negaduck smiled. For a complete flake, this Mrs. Muddlefoot was unusually bright.

"Um, we'd better go, unless you want meatloaf instead of stir-fry for supper. If we have enough time I'll show you some old football moves of mine..."

Gosalyn jumped up and hugged him.

"Thanks Negs!" then ran to the door. She stopped. "Thanks Mrs...er, Binky, see you tomorrow?"

"Of course, Gosalyn," Binky said warmly. After Gosalyn had left, she turned. "And thank-you Mr McFeathers, she was so upset..."

"No prob," Negaduck said, turning the door handle. "Anything for Drake and Gosalyn..."

Binky twittered embarrassingly and wondered what kind of tenant Drake Mallard had boarded, for a complete stranger to be so close to their family after only a few days.

But then, maybe he wasn't a complete stranger after all.

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Darkwing was holding a pot lid and waving away the heat rising from his boiling pot of Chinese noodles. He stirred some butter in the rice and checked the vegetables in the steamer. Fuming slightly he covered his pot of rice with the pot lid in his hand and leaned back against the counter top. Was there anything missing?

Besides my daughter, LP, and Negs, that miserable no good @#$%!

He grumbled slightly thinking that Launchpad had had no right to take off for dinner tonight when Darkwing actually had a day off for a change.

I'm so used to him being here...Darkwing thought. Maybe he was right to voice his concerns over Patty's views of our relationship...

He pushed those thoughts out of his head. There was nothing wrong with him. Launchpad was just being hysterical.

He really likes this girl. Maybe I should settle down myself.

He sighed. The day Darkwing Duck settled down was the day St. Canard went to the criminals. He was suddenly distracted by sparkling laughter, both gruff and mischievous, coming from the backyard.

"?"

He peeked out the back door to see Gosalyn and Negaduck playing touch football in the back yard. It was such an odd sight that he had to blink his eyes several times to make sure he wasn't imagining things.

"Now, when he thinks you're faking a pass, actually dart around him to the side like this..." Negaduck instructed.

"Like that?" Gosalyn asked, darting around Negaduck giggling.

He tackled her and they fell to the ground in balls of laughter. Gosalyn wiped a happy tear from her eye and chuckled.

"Thanks Neggy, I needed that..."

"No Problem kiddo," Negaduck said. "Now let me show you my touch and duck method. With the emphasis on 'duck'..."

Darkwing smiled and amended his previous thoughts from earlier as he watched the two playing happily in the damp grass. Maybe this was his chance to settle down for awhile. Not actually retire from crime fighting, but just take some time out to be with his family.

Family. Was he including Negaduck in that definition? He looked at the gruff convict through lidded eyes, then blinked as Negaduck noticed his stare and smiled back. He brushed some grass out of his feathers and nodded.

"I supposed dinner's ready?" Negaduck asked.

Darkwing coughed.

"Uh, no, you go ahead and do whatever you were doing, I'll, just...."

But Gosalyn had raced past him through the kitchen towards the stairs.

"I gotta change my clothes, be right back..." and she was gone.

Darkwing and Negaduck stared at each other form across the open space of the back yard. Negaduck finished plucking the grass out of his feathers and came to stand right in front of Darkwing.

"Should we wait for her?" Darkwing asked with a squeak.

"Not for what I'm about to do..." Negaduck breathed roughly.

He crossed the gap between him and Darkwing and pressed their beaks together.

Eeeeep! Darkwing thought. He's kissing me?! What if the neighbours see us?

Negaduck wrapped his arms around Darkwing's waist to keep him from escaping and parted his mouth slightly to get a better grip on Darkwing's startled lips. Darkwing moaned and leaned into the kiss, unsure of what to think of the tingling sensations running through his body. Negaduck's hands reached up under Darkwing's shirt to caress his back, sending shivers down the duck's spine. Darkwing's arms wrapped around Negaduck's neck, no longer caring whether anyone was watching.

And someone most certainly was watching.

Gosalyn closed her eyes and leaned against her window sill limply. She tried hard to breath but the enormity of it all was weighing her down, keeping her from moving. She thought about the day at court, how surprised she had been at his fury, his indignation...

"Oh, Dad," she said to herself. "You really are..." and she winced because she couldn't say the word. "But why didn't you ever tell me?"

She turned away from the window, a little disgusted that she had spied on them in the first place, and closed it shut.

Oh well, better not let them know I seen them, that would be awkward.

She turned off the light and looked back at the window. The moon light crept through the curtains and she had to stop herself from smiling. She decided that she didn't mind if they were gay. It was just another thing that she as a young adult would have to deal with. She closed the door and headed downstairs.

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Dinner was extremely awkward, both male ducks trying hard not to look at each other without blushing and Gosalyn trying hard not to look at either of them. Other than the awkward silence, the food was good.

"Um," Negaduck said then stopped.

"What, what do you want?" Darkwing said hurriedly. "Is it too cold, too hot? What!?"

"Pass the soy sauce?"

"Soy sauce, SOY SAUCE?" Darkwing got defensive, and when Darkwing got defensive, there was much drama involved. "I've made a dinner to delight the palates of the angels and you want soy sauce? Ecchhhhhhh!"

Negaduck growled.

"I always have soy sauce on my rice...Whenever I eat rice at all."

The silence became even more strained. Gosalyn picked at her steamed veggies and smiled.

"I..." she stopped and Negaduck and Darkwing both cast ominous eyes at her.

"What?" they both snapped.

She jumped back in her seat, then winced. "Can I have seconds?" she said, trying not to cry.

Her emotions were extremely volatile at that point.

"Of course honey," Darkwing said apologetically, casting a glance at Negaduck that said 'you jerk!'

"Thank-you..."

They continued to eat in silence. Negaduck sighed, then looked up at Darkwing through pained eyes.

"I'm sorry..." he said. "I..."

"No," Darkwing interrupted. "I shouldn't have gotten defensive over the dinner, I'm sorry..."

They smiled at each other and laughed.

"This is really good food," Negaduck said laughing. "You're the best cook I've ever met...Other than Bushroot. I wonder what else you can cook up."

He grinned at Darkwing sexily.

"Heh, um, thirds anyone?" Darkwing asked nervously.

Negaduck growled. "I haven't had firsts yet..."

Gosalyn rolled her eyes.

Oh brother! They are so obvious!

She then laughed and decided that no matter what she would support her dad. But she wished they would stop looking at each other as if they were both chocolate souffle! Oh well, she'd help them along any way she could.

"Um, if you guys want I'll clean up here and you two can go up to bed and sleep...Or do whatever...."

Darkwing choked and Negaduck laughed.

"She's blunt isn't she?" he chuckled.

"Um Gosalyn honey...I.."

Gosalyn laughed and kissed her dad on his feathered forehead, something she rarely did.

"We'll talk in the morning, dad...Go to BED!"

"You don't have to tell me twice..." Negaduck growled. He pulled Darkwing from his chair and threw him over his shoulder. "Have fun with cleaning up.."

Gosalyn blushed and Negaduck carried the squirming Darkwing upstairs to the bedroom. Gosalyn sighed and looked at the table.

What have I gotten myself into? she thought. Oh well, better clean up here. Where's that saran wrap?

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Darkwing was thrown roughly onto the mattress, and was pinned there by a lean, masculine form that had the poise and grace of a panther ready to pounce. Gasping for breath, he choked and nervously made time for a joke.

"You're a little frisky tonight aren't you?"

Negaduck growled.

"Prison can do that to a guy..."

Negaduck leaned down and gently pressed his beak to Darkwing's. Both ducks moaned and Darkwing sat up, leaning into the kiss and poking at the barriers that had kept him nervous all night. Negaduck was tugging at his shirt, and he angrily pulled it off.

"What's a duck gotta do to touch some flesh..."

Negaduck buried his beak into the soft downy feathers of Darkwing's stomach and started nibbling the firm flesh he discovered there, buried beneath the fluffy blanket of snowy down that was becoming slick with nervous sweat. Darkwing leaned back into the pillow and moaned. Negaduck's tongue had finally found the two sensitive nipples on Darkwing's chest and was now suckling and licking them like a cat who had found the cream.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Darkwing moaned. "Oh, my feathers!"

"Thats right," Negaduck growled. "I am your feathers, Drake McFeathers thank you..."

"Neggy, I...Oh...."

Negaduck chuckled, tongue laving each bud thoroughly and sending the poor duck beneath him into convulsions of ecstasy. His fingers slowly trailed along the other duck's ribcase, then down his back to his buttockets, and tantalizing up inside Darkwing's thights. He smiled and stopped his ministrations to look at the whimpering male beneath him.

Pure ecstacy was written on Darkwing Duck's face. Hah. He was finally going to conquer the "terror that flaps in the night", in the bedroom of all places. But would Drake let him?

"Drake.." Negaduck moaned. "Darkwing, are you sure you want to..?"

"Negs please?"

Just he he wanted to hear. He growled softly and moved to most sexually sensitive part of Darkwing's anatomy, his cock, and encircled it with his mouth.

Darkwing gasped and sat bolt upright. A soft tongue was licking him, touching him in a way no woman could. He groaned and growled, clutching the sheets as Negaduck began gently suckling in earnest, slowly inserting his fingers in Darkwings's arse, one painfully delicious digit at a time. He gently explored the mysteries of Darkwing's body, using those fingers to find the one spot that would send Darkwing to heaven and back. He finally found it, and moved his fingers in and out, sending waves of pleasure through Darkwing's body. Negs stopped, pulling his fingers out and leaning over Darkwing's prone form.

"Are you ready for me, Darkwing Duck?" Negaduck asked roughly, his voice deep and dripping with sex.

"Lets get dangerous!"

Negaduck growled deep in his throat then drove his member deep into Darkwing's body.

"Oh god NEGS!!!" Darkwing cried. "Merciful HEAVEN!!!"

Darkwing clutched Negaduck's back and wrapped his legs tightly around the duck's waist. Negaduck chuckled and gently began to thrust, in and out, pounding against Darkwing's pleasure spot, moaning and gasping as pleasure began to overtake him.

"Oh, god Negs, oh my god!!!!"

Bodies entwined, arms clutching to each other's backs, both ducks moaned and thrashed thrusting and thrusting, feathers flying, their pleasure mounting until finally, Darkwing felt his mind and body tremble and he climaxed in a earth shattering explosion of white hot pleasure, which splattered rather messily over his chest. Negaduck soon followed, shuddering with pleasure before collapsing onto the damp sheets.

Darkwing curled up against Negaduck and murmured fluffily.

"All in a day's work for Darkwing Duck..."

Negaduck chuckled amusedly.

Wait'll he finds out that I'm not done yet...

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Gosalyn tried not to groan and shoved her head under the pillow. Mornings and menstrual did not agree with each other. Fighting off the cramps that threatened to to keep her in bed, Gosalyn pulled herself out of the tangled sheets and made her way to the hallway bathroom. She locked the door and turned on the shower. Ahhh, time for some personal bliss...

In the window next door, Tank was ready for some bliss of his own.

"She always takes a shower every other mornings and she never closes the window. You can see her reflection in the bathroom mirror..."

Honker wasn't so sure what to think of Tank's "adventures." Most of the time they consisted of Tank spying on Gosalyn in one form or another and taking pictures of Gosalyn naked.

"God...She's stripping little bro!!!"

Honker sat back on Tank's bed and fiddled with the dial on the radio. He heard a snippit of 'I'll Fly With U' as he was banding through and decidedly stayed on that station. He was a hopeless romantic. As Tank 'ooohed' and 'ahhhed' over Gosalyn's anatomy, Honker sat back thinking about her in a more emotional way. They had been friends for years. Not once had she ever made fun of him for his love of science and knowledge and she had never regarded him as anything less than a friend, a nerdy one, but a friend none the less.

"MAN!!! Now she's using the shampoo...mmmm look at all the bubbles...grrrrrr..."

Honker frowned at his brother and sighed. He hummed and mouthed the lyric "I still believe in your eyes..." in sync with the lead singer while tapping his fingers on the headboard. Honker's parents had noticed his crush on her, and had done everything to encourage it, allowing Honker to visit Gosalyn whenever he asked, and letting him invite her to mostly family gatherings.

"She is like family to us," was their excuse to the neighbours.

Tank was jealous as hell.

"Man!!! You've got her right in your palm, why don't you make a move?"

Because, Honker thought. She's my friend...And I don't want to risk losing that.

Honker pushed his glasses up on his beak and went over to Tank's closet. This was Tank's "vault" of all things "Gosalyn-ish" from stolen photos to old socks she wore, even to locks of her hair. Tank was obsessed. Probably because Gosalyn was the only girl Tank had ever seen naked. However, Honker, being the scientist that he was, had studied duck anatomy, male and female, at a young age...and even wrote a paper on it for biology. Which everyone had laughed at him about. As if sex and gender were things to be ashamed of. Still, even though he wasn't surprised about her anatomy, he still thought she was beautiful. Honker shuffled through the glossies, the candid camera porn, all the stuff that didn't do the real Gosalyn any justice, and finally found his favourite picture of her.

It had been taken, candidly, by Tank during one of his "photo shoots." Wasn't one of Tank's favourites, (probably because she wasn't naked or half dressed) so Honker mustered up the courage to ask.

"Tank...Could I keep this one?"

Tank turned and looked at the old photo. He smiled slightly remembering how he had taken a photo of Gosalyn drinking hot chocolate the year the Mallards and the Muddlefoots all went to the ski lodge together. It wasn't the best pic, she was just sitting on the fluffy green couch, wearing this fuzzy blue sweater, and watching the snow swirl around outside. That was way back in Tanks "photographer's anonymous" days, where he took candid "clothed" photos of everyone to blackmail them with and make some money. This picture wasn't exactly Tank material anymore, however, and he smiled at his younger brother.

"Sure bro...But you gotta pay up...."

"How bout I reorganise your football video collection...?"

"You did that last week...Hmm, I know!!! When mom does my laundry this week you can fold it away for me..."

Honker nodded and thanked his brother. There were times he hated his brother, and times they were the best of friends. He didn't let that bother him though, as Tank had gone back to "bird watching." About this time, Gosalyn was sitting nude at the edge of the bathtub, plucking feathers from her legs. Tank was about to get his little camera when a voice boomed...

"CANTANKEROUS HERBERT MUDDLEFOOT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Tank "eeped" and turned to face...his mother? Binky Muddlefoot stood, apron dishevelled, hair in curlers, looking very much the part of righteous indignation. Thankfully, Honker had the common sense to close the closet door before she came in. Explaining those pictures would not be...pleasant.

"Excuse me little mister duck, but how many times has Drake Mallard come over here and complained about you spying on his daughter...? And you, Honker, for shame!!"

Honker blushed, embarrassed, and covered his face with his hands.

"You know Gosalyn's going through a rough patch right now," Binky lectured, the mother and woman in her taking over for the parent. "And if she knew you were watching her she'd never want to come out of her room again, and Drake certainly wouldn't let her visit us anymore."

Binky's face was red, flustered as she yelled at her sons, embarrassed and appalled at their unfortunately "male" behaviour.

"Now both you two, march!! Downstairs. I won't tell Drake about this incident, but as punishment you both have to help me clean the kitchen today. Move it!!!"

Honker was shocked at his mother's authoritative voice, one he didn't hear much and never with this intensity. He quickly hid Gosalyn's picture under his shirt so she wouldn't take it from him, and turned to leave.

I guess women have to look out for each other... he thought.

He sighed, clutching the picture under his shirt protectively, and headed downstairs. . Funny, he never noticed how intelligent and protective his mother could be.

Life is never quite what you expect it to be...

He took one last glance at the open window, then left without realizing that the window was still open.

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Gosalyn watched Honker from across the expanse that separated their windows, clutching a towel around her body.

Oh Honker...

She closed the window, a small tear falling from her face, and went back to her bedroom. This was turning out to be one of those days that she wished she still had her mother to talk. She sighed, sat on her bed.

Oh mom, help me, I can't do this alone!!!

She suddenly heard voices in the hallway and decided that this wasn't the time to sit and cry. She still had to talk to here dad about his "situation," and she needed to be strong.

For Dad, she decided. I'll worry about my own stuff later.

She got dressed, not caring what old shirt she threw on, and quickly headed downstairs. This was going to be a long weekend.