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“You won’t get away with this Negaduck!” Darkwing exclaimed, dodging the last bullet released from the silver pistol in the yellow-clad duck’s hands a few meters away. The villain snarled and dropped his hand to the side, still grasping the empty weapon tightly. In his other hand a burlap bag filled with cash from the St. Canard Orphanage fund he had ransacked minutes before the pair of superheroes arrived; Darkwing Duck and his sidekick, Launchpad McQuack. The masked hero narrowed his eyes on the target and launched himself towards the bag of currency which was swiped away from the Mallard by its holder and found itself being propelled like a hammer on top of his fedora-dressed head.
Darkwing yelped, stumbling backwards as Negaduck sprinted towards the base of the stairwell leading up to the roof of the orphanage, behind his bellowing black and red cape the Hero ran after him, tripping lightly from the previous attack.
“Ugh, do you always have to be so annoying?!” Negaduck huffed and threw back his elbow, projecting the unloaded pistol right at Darkwing’s face. It bonked against his forehead, and he stumbled a few seconds before completely knocking him out cold in a heap on the floor. The villain let out a triumphal string of laughter as he raced up the stairs towards the roof.
Negaduck did not account for the weight of the bag as well as the number of floors in the orphanage as he panted heavily and sluggishly made it up the final few steps, however, and by the time he reached the entrance to the roof the door swung open by itself with a tall, shadowed figure blocking the way. The villain groaned aloud, rubbing his temples with his free hand, and dropped the heavy bag of cash onto the stairs beside his feet. His jacket and red turtleneck were coated with sweat and at this point, he was beginning to wonder if the couple of thousand dollars were even worth it.
“Stop right there Negaduck!” the figure boomed, slamming the door behind himself to keep the smaller mallard from running out behind him and escaping. Negaduck growled, baring his sharp fangs at the pilot.
“I AM stopped you dumb fuck! Can you not see?!” he rasped; all the sprinting upwards really took it out of him.
Launchpad narrowed his eyes and shook his eyes. “I- Yeah, but you’re going to jail s-so hush. Where’s DW?” He stuttered, looking around for the masked mallard.
Negaduck smirked, shoving his sweaty palms into the pockets of his jacket. “Oh, knocked him out real good. Might of killed em’ better go check.” he sneered and the towering avian frowned. He eyed the door behind the large bird. If only the dumb piece of hunk would just LEAVE so, he could slip past and go back home UGHHH.
There was always a reoccurring theme within Primeverse inhabitants Negaduck realized... THEY THINK EVERYTHING IS THEIR BUSINESS! Who gave a shit if you stole ten grand from an orphanage donation fund? In the Negaverse no one batted an eye! You could kick a puppy, eat food from the dumpster, pass out in the gutter after a fight with your deranged boyfriend... Here though you couldn’t do any of that fun stuff! In a sense that’s why he liked coming here, the thrill of being chased and the terror he caused the normal civilians of St. Canard who never indulged in violence themselves.
“You’re lying.” Launchpad began and the villain rolled his eyes, lifting the sack once more with a groan. The sidekick watched the yellow villain's gaze switch from him to the door behind his frame and he quickly covered the handle with his body.
“Oh, come on! I always get away! I’m sure you and ‘Dee-Dubba-Ya' wanna get back to whatever docile whorehouse you two reside in, right?! Let me through!” He tried to push past the pelican, but the pilot shoved him back onto the stairs. His face was scrunched up and with each unsavory remark from the villain, the angry fire was growing inside of Launchpad, that, or it was the hamburger hippo he had for dinner.
“we’re not going to get anywhere with this.” the taller said with a sigh. He stared down at the ferocious little duck on the stairs with the stolen goods slung over his shoulder. For a slight second, that disgruntled expression reminded him of Drake after he’d walked in on a game of indoor hockey with Gosalyn. For a very slight second.
Wait a second. They were the same person, right? Well not the same, Launchpad thought. Drake was clean and organized, he fought for justice and Negaduck... Negaduck was a stray cat that someone pulled out of the sewers and kept in a rusty kennel in their basement.
But still a version of Darkwing right?!
“I'll let you go.” Launchpad started and Negaduck looked up from where he was about to attempt to run and jump over the tall bird from the railing on the stairs.
“What?! Really- oh uh, course you will. You do not want to see me at my worst.” he scoffed, brushing his broken fingernails against his suit jacket as if to polish them.
Launchpad’s mind began to race. What exactly was he doing? Letting a villain go?!
“You gotta do something for me in return. Give me your phone.”
“SORRY?!” Negaduck screamed, stepping away from his opponent but LP outstretched his hand for the device.
“So, I can give you my phone number,” he muttered with a frown and the villain growled, struggling to pull the cracked cellphone out of his pocket and unlock it. He worked the device as if he had never used one before and eventually handed it to the pelican with his arms crossed. LP smiled lightly as he put in his number and sent a test text from the phone to himself before handing it back.
“Okay, this way when I need a favor from you, I can get in contact.” he piped, and the tiny mallard snatched the phone out of his grasp.
“And what if I never respond? Or I never actually ‘give you a favor in return?” Negaduck chuckled and Launchpad quickly barricaded the door once again.
The duck groaned, dragging his face down with the palms of his hands.
“FINE, JUST LET ME LEAVEEEEE”
Launchpad swallowed thickly before stepping to the side, abruptly Negaduck zoomed forward, throwing open the metal door and running out onto the roof and into the frosty autumn night. He did not look back as Launchpad stepped out from behind the door to watch him jump off the side of the building and on top of the next roof, and then the next, till he was out of sight into the dark St. Canard evening.
...
Launchpad never told Drake about the encounter. He explained it, at the hospital when the vigilante was being treated for a concussion, that Negaduck had locked him in a supply closet and was only able to break out after the criminal had left. Darkwing slurred his words and patted his sidekick on the arm with a wobbly grin as if to say, ‘don’t worry launchpad you did your best.’ The guilt was eating at him.
During any period of downtime, he stared at the message on his phone that he had sent himself. He had not made a contact for the number yet, but he knew he should. Negaduck totally owed him, right? Then he began to fear the possibility that Negaduck might have blocked his number or deleted the message, so he lost contact. It was eating at him; he should have never let that slimy crook go!
Days and then weeks passed. Negaduck didn’t commit any bolder crimes that the pair were able to track, and it became simple emergency responses that the heroes responded to. Nothing big like the fearsome five. Which meant more free time. Which meant more time to rethink his mistake about letting Negaduck go- and and-
Ding!
Launchpad looked over at his phone face up on the counter with a pan full of half-cooked pancake batter in his hand. It was super early in the morning, who was texting him at this hour? Typically, he was always the first to get up around five am to start breakfast and school lunches for Gosalyn, yet someone he knew was texting him?
He set down the cooking ware as well as his oven mitts to the side after turning off the stove and picked up his phone, unlocking it, and swiping the random notifications from social media, apps, and-
There it was.
“R you gonna tell me what the fuck you want in return for letting me off the hook the other night or what?”
Launchpad slipped into one of the chairs in the circular dining room table and set his phone on the platform, smiling gleefully at the screen.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to bother you about it. Uh, I don’t know what I want exactly...” Launchpad bit the bottom lip of his beak and waited for the three dots indicating the other person was typing their message to stop.
“Ok, well I’m busy so figure it out.”
Negaduck was not a nice texter he realized, then again when was he nice at anything? The guy probably ate baby kitties for breakfast and drank the tears of sad puppies. But the pelican could feel relieved, finally, he did not have to worry about the texting dilemma.
Well, now there was the issue of Negaduck paying him back...
How does a criminal even pay you back?! Launchpad’s eyes widened in fear. He did not want anything stolen to be in his possession, he did not want any hostages, or anything deceased for that matter. Those three things seemed to be all up Negaduck’s alley of what the masked menace might consider ‘gifts.’
He hummed and rubbed his chin, his brain turning back to drake who was asleep upstairs.
Negaduck and Darkwing were the same person, right?
Unbeknownst to his housemate Launchpad had an issue. No, not just with making deals with villains, He had an issue with his relationship with his partner, his buddy, his pal; Drake Mallard.
He thought he made it known how much he adored the small hero, bought him presents, cooked for him, and let him win at minigolf each time.
But Drake did not see it. And it left the pilot empty.
He longed for a relationship with the mallard, one that included snuggling on the couch and holding hands in the mall. Curling up together after a caper and slept as much as they wanted in each other’s embrace.
Suddenly his fingers were moving before his rational thoughts and Launchpad found himself with a text message already sent to the person on the other end.
“Would you be open for a one-night stand?”
“AHHH HOW DO YOU DELETE?!” Launchpad screeched aloud, standing up suddenly where his chair fell back and hit the tile floor. He pressed as many buttons as he could, but none would remove the message from the board before the word ‘seen’ appeared underneath.
He was done. He was over with. The mass of the criminal underground was going to come after him like a huge tsunami of weapons and brute strength with Negaduck riding on top with an iron fist. He offended one of Darkwing Duck’s most rogue of rogue villains, his life was over with!
“Sure lol”
Launchpad stared at the message in disbelief but then reality washed over him. Of course, Negaduck would be into that.
Launchpad had never been to the Negaverse, he knew only what Drake told him and that was that it was just like their dimension but completely turned upside down. Well, everything seemed right side up to him as he walked down the cracked sidewalk towards Avian Way. He had followed Negaduck’s directions to get here, which at times were confusing and made his head spin but eventually, he found the right place. Either by skill or dumb luck, who knows for sure.
He strode up the disheveled driveway with a half-blown-up vehicle on the asphalt that slightly resembled the mallard family car in the Prime-verse, beside it a rusty pink tricycle lay on its side. The wheels and screws had been removed leaving just the skeleton of the bike. This must be the place, launchpad thought, Drake had gotten Gosalyn a bike like that for her birthday one year and had to take it back because of how much she had hated it. Maybe the Gosalyn in this Universe liked it.
He knocked on the door, which was a mistake because the whole thing fell forward into a cloud of dust on the floor of the entrance of the house. He poked his head inside, glancing at the mess of dirt, clothes, and empty cartons of Pistachio ice cream littered every surface of the home.
The pelican traveled cautiously to the kitchen, uncertain of unruly stains on the carpet in the living room before setting his eyes on bright yellow sitting in the last surviving kitchen chair counting money from the bag he stole from the orphanage a few weeks before.
The villain stood up and flopped a stack of hundreds onto the table before glaring up at Launchpad.
“What?” he snapped, and the pelican jolted from his frozen position.
“Is- is now a good time?” he stuttered, and the yellow-clad duck whined dramatically as he walked around the table up the Launchpad.
“I told you to come, didn’t I?! How stupid are you can’t listen to directions?” he growled
Launchpad’s heart jumped and he pursed his lips together before straightening his posture and crossing his arms.
“Hey, I’m the one who let you go a couple of weeks ago. It’s my turn to get what I want, so be nice.” He grabbed Negaduck’s arm and pulled him up against the wall, bumping his back to it.
The duck rolled his eyes.
“Was that you trying to pin me to the wall? Oh, I am so scared! You are so mean be gentle with me! Bleh! I’m not soft like Darkwing you can be rough!” He exclaimed and Launchpad sucked in a deep breath before grabbing the smaller bird and slamming him against the wall once more. He winced; he was sure he cracked the wall if not something in Negaduck. But the duck’s face was scrunched and relaxed, he hummed with closed eyes and breathy gasps.
“Ah again.”
Launchpad bit his lip and shook his head; he grabbed the yellow-jacketed mallard’s hand and led him into the living room. He would not slam Drake into a wall, right? No matter how many times he asked him to. He looked around, the couch was a definite no-go, and neither was the floor
“You live like this?” he murmured and Negaduck swayed against his grasp.
“Pfft, yeah? Ever since Gos left it’s become a shit hole. Hit me?” He purred, a little drunk on being slammed into plaster.
Launchpad stared down at him in surprise.
“You want me to hit you? Like when we’re fighting?” he asked, and the duck nodded with a hum and grin.
Launchpad shook his head once again and pulled his companion up the creaky stairs, looking for the equivalent of his bedroom in the house. He stopped in the upstairs hallway where Negaduck was pulling him into a room.
“Come on! You said you wanted to do this, why are you holding off?” He whimpered, and LP followed him into the room. It was...better than downstairs at least. There were still clothes and junk food wrappers thrown everywhere but at least the bed was clean. ‘clean’
Negaduck threw himself on the bed, stripping his costume and tossing the garments on the floor except for his mask and hat. He crawled forward, tail swishing back and forth between his thighs, Launchpad felt his pants immediately tighten up.
Without the black mask on his face and red fedora, he looked just like Drake, it took all the aviator’s restraint not to jump forward and pin the duck to the bed.
“Hit me, tell me I’m a bad boy. I got undressed without your permission and now I'm touching myself without your orders.” Negaduck huffed, smiling sheepishly with a hand pressed into his crotch. Launchpad’s eyes were wide, staring at the display before him. He felt he couldn’t move, the hot pressure in his stomach was too much.
This isn’t what he thought was going to occur when he said ‘one-night stand’
The taller pulled Negaduck’s hand away from his midsection and replaced it with his own, squeezing and pulling at the soft flesh and downy feathers. His hand was so big he cupped nearly the entirety of the duck’s underneath. Pulling moans and gasps from the normally growly villain.
Negaduck rolled his hips against the palm of Launchpad’s hand, whining when he pulled it away to eye the dripping slick on his fingers. The duck moved to touch himself once more, but his wrist was caught quickly.
“Don’t” Launchpad muttered huskily, leaning down to whisper in his ear and sending shivers down the smaller’s back.
“You don’t tell me what to do ass-fuck.” Negaduck snarled and yipped when his hat was flicked off and a hand gripped his head feathers tightly, pulling his head back.
“What was that? If I remember correctly, I was the one who let you go free from a crime, so I should be the one telling you what to do.” Launchpad frowned, his heart racing as Negaduck glared with half-lidded eyes up at him. He was panting with flushed cheeks under his mask and slick rolling down his bare thighs.
“Then tell me to touch myself.” Negaduck challenged.
Smack!
Red blossomed in a handprint-shaped spot on his thigh where Launchpad had spanked him. The villain’s jaw dropped when the pain processed through his nerves and into his brain.
“Be quiet, you put me through a lot of stress these past few weeks and I want to enjoy my part of the deal.” The pelican explained, letting go of the top of his partner’s head allowing him to flop back onto the bed. Slowly Launchpad began to undress, turning away from Negaduck slightly but not all the way where he could not see him out from the corner of his eye. He watched the duck sit up, rubbed his eyes, and dip two fingers into his wet slimy heat. Moaning with each pump of the small appendages.
“Each time you don’t listen you get three spankies.”
“Spankies?” Negaduck snorted, bellowing into a full wholehearted laugh before he brought his fingers up to his beak to lick them clean. Launchpad slipped his belt from the loops on his pants and turned his full attention towards the mallard on the bed. He cracked the leather on his hand once as a warning.
“Three spankies,” he said and nodded towards the fingers entering Negaduck again.
Negaduck dropped his chest onto the bed with his tail in the air excitedly.
“I want that!” he exclaimed, tail wagging. For a moment, launchpad thought he could see hearts appear in his cold evil eyes. The aviator shook his head, he had to remember Negaduck lived off pain, of course, he wouldn’t fear a belt.
Launchpad walked around to the other side of the bed, running his hand along the plush cheeks of his partner’s behind.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said but Negaduck whined.
“But I want you to!”
He quickly swallowed his fear of accidentally injuring the smaller duck, he had to establish dominance early in this relationship or Negaduck would try and sabotage it. LP pulled up his arm and let it slingshot forward and against plump flesh with the leather strip smacking against the surface with such a loud PWLOP he was sure the neighbors could hear. If there were neighbors of course.
Negaduck howled, gasping for breath as two more strikes were sent down on his delicate ass.
“How was that?” Launchpad asked, setting the belt down on a half-collapsed dresser in the corner of the room. He turned back to Negaduck who had his face pressed into the mattress, his member fallen out of its sheath and- oh dear.
“Did I kill you?” Launchpad asked softly, grabbing his hand. Negaduck shook his head as best as he could. He finally lifted his blissed-out head with a gasp and moan, refusing to look at Launchpad who was crouching on the floor in front of him.
“Look at how much you came.” the pelican commented, scooping up spent that dripped from his belly and onto the dark grey sheets.
“Am I a bad boy for cumming without daddy’s permission?” Negaduck asked, mind already fogged and blissed and they had just barely started.
Launchpad shook his head much to the criminal's dismay.
“No, it’s all right. Though if you came just from that, how fast are you gonna cum when I have you full to the brim with me?”
Red spread across Negaduck’s cheeks quickly at his comment and LP stood, removing his pants and t-shirt and folding them neatly next to the belt.
“Sit up” he ordered and Negaduck sat straight, wincing when his ass burned against the scruffy sheets on the bed.
“You're gonna spank me again, right?” he asked, and the pelican stared down at him, surprised that spanking was what the duck was looking forward to the most.
“Sure buddy,” he said, running a hand through the feathers on Negaduck’s cheek, ruffling them before pulling his hand back when sharp teeth were flashed at him.
Launchpad lifted his semi-hard member with one hand. He wanted to shove it down the duck’s throat, but those teeth...
Negaduck leaned forward, resting his chin against the top of the organ, feeling its pulse against his beak. Launchpad blushed brightly as he stared down at the villain resting on his dick.
“Are you worried I’m gon’ bite it off? Everyone is.” he huffed sulking slightly before perking back up to that playful grin. “I got a whole box of toys we can use to make sure that doesn’t happen. Again” he purred.
“Keep me distracted, and my mouth locked.” he hummed, looking down at the floor. Launchpad blinked. Obviously, there were instances where Negaduck would need ‘a box of toys’ to keep himself from biting someone's dick off. He didn’t really want to know the details.
So, when he dragged out a plastic storage bin filled with sex toys and restraints Launchpad just took the things that were handed to him without complaint. Staring at the device in his hands he was a bit conflicted about how it operated.
“What am I doing here?” he asked and Negaduck purred, guiding his hands to wrap the black straps around his beak after placing the metal bits inside of his mouth.
“It's a gag.” The duck in the black mask muffled, drool dribbling down the side of his beak.
Launchpad tightened the straps as he was instructed and dragged Negaduck onto the splintering hardwood floor with his head feathers. He was seated on his knees, hands clasped on his thighs waiting for dinner to arrive.
“Maybe you’ll stop cursing and calling me names now,” LP said, regarding the muzzle. Negaduck narrowed his eyes angrily as the organ slipped into his waiting propped open mouth. It was so big, and the duck couldn’t stop the noises that escaped his throat as it slipped in. The pilot slowly began to pump his hips back and forth until moving at a faster pace as that tongue throat stroked and swallowed around it constantly. The hums from the back of his throat felt heavenly against the Pelican’s cock, he gasped, increasing his speed even more. When he looked down, he sighed in relief for the muzzle on the other duck’s beak as he tried to bite down with each thrust. Thank goodness he put that thing on tight. On the bed, Launchpad reached for a suction vibrator that was laying closest to where he was standing. He flipped it over in his hands before pulling away from Negaduck and grabbing him under the arms, laying him on his back on the bed. He wore a confused and dazed expression, his focus on the attentive dick that bobbed every time LP moved.
“I wonder,” Launchpad started, staring his comrade down.
“Do you touch yourself with your little vibrators hm? I wonder if Darkwing does the same. How about that? Every time you turn on your pretty little toys, in the prime verse Darkwing duck does it at the exact same time.” He pressed the button and slid the suction into the head of his weeping member. Negaduck clawed at the sheets, wiggling his lower body as drool began to slide like rivers from his mouth down his chest. He wanted Launchpad to be rougher, to tease him. If the masked menace squinted really hard, he could make out that orange braid on the back of the Pelican’s neck. It wasn’t really the launchpad he wanted but it would do he supposed. The vibrator was pushed harder against his member, the sucking and buzzing slurping out glitz from his small cock.
Negaduck bucked his hips up, yearning for that friction to get him off. But LP pulled away, disappearing away from his line of sight from where he was laying on the bed.
Ever since Darkwing found the portal to the Negaverse, and gave Gosalyn to the Friendly four, everything fell to shit. Launchpad went back to Duckburg to work for one of the largest crime bosses in the world and just left Negaduck. They left him. EVERYONE LEFT HIM. Except for pistachio ice cream, that never left him.
A hand caressing his cheek pulled him out of his thoughts, and he watched as the towering bird pulled off the metal gag from his mouth. Launchpad tossed it to the side and flipped his partner over onto his stomach, rubbing the palm of his hands along the curves of his underside. The sidekick squeezed before smacking thick flesh with his hand pulling a groan from the duck beneath him.
“You need to be rough.” Negaduck growled yet all he received were pets down his neck and back. Large hands were soft and tender with their touches along his body, smoothing out his matted feathers and brushing out areas with scars or clumps of missing feathers. Negaduck groaned in frustration, kicking out his leg and slamming his webbed foot into Launchpad’s thigh.
“Be ROUGH,” he exclaimed, yet all he received was a soft shove back into the hard mattress. This is what Launchpad wanted to do to Drake. Pet him, tell him he was beautiful, forfeit all mortal processions to him. He didn’t think he could get away with doing that to Negaduck though. Maybe giving him all his stuff, he bet the villain would enjoy ransacking Launchpad’s coin collection for cash.
“You need to calm down, just take it slow. Not everything needs to be painful little buddy.” The aviator sighed, running his fingers along the duck’s ass.
Negaduck turned to glare at his partner, snarling with bared teeth but LP countered by shoving an unlubed finger into his ass, releasing a moan from the smaller duck.
“Ohh, stretch me out please~, make me bleed along your dick.” He purred; his eyes crossed as a second finger entered and oh wowie did it feel good. Burning hot pain shot up through Negaduck’s spine and he pressed back against the two fingers in his loose little ass.
“You're already dripping, how cute.” Launchpad chuckled and it seemed Negaduck was too blissed out to even care about being called cute. He shoved in one more finger and pumped his hand out a few times before leaving the tight heat, rubbing Negaduck’s red-mixed slick along his white ass feathers.
“Why are you taking so fucking long?!” Negaduck shrieked, rolling over onto his back with wiggly hips. He continued to squirm on the bed with Launchpad watching above with a soft smirk.
“you’re so impatient. Maybe you need to be punished again before I can start pounding your ass.”
Negaduck suddenly perked up.
“With the belt?” he asked excitedly, tail wagging quickly. Launchpad bit his lip, running his hand up the villain’s thigh.
“Uh, well- what else do you have in that little box of yours?” he asked and opened the tub, looking through the many toys and random things that Negs had. Some of the items LP couldn’t identify or even shuttered at the look of them. He pulled out a thick black strip of cord and stared at the headboard of the bed. He grabbed Negaduck by his wrists and pulled him upwards towards the wood that had been stabbed and carved with what looked like multiple pocket knives over the years. He wrapped the cord around his wrists securely before reaching for a vibrator and remote on the side of the bed. The pelican slipped the toy into Negaduck’s tight heat and turned it up to the highest setting, wrapping his hand around the small member standing against the duck’s belly. The criminal moaned, rolling his hips up and down against the large hand cupping his cock. He panted and shivered, nearly there to spill his seed for the second time. Then right as he was about to hit his orgasm the vibrator stopped and the hand pulled away, leaving the quivering member yearning for that last bit of touch.
“Wh-what the fuck?!” Negaduck screeched, his mind exploding into a rage of confusion. Launchpad smiled sheepishly.
“It's a punishment remember?” he asked, “or do I really need to get the belt?” his voice dropped with hooded eyes and Negaduck felt his cock pulse.
“Errrgh, mmmmm, if you think I am a bad boy.” Negaduck barked and that hand clutched his member again before letting go to remove the vibrator.
Launchpad moved to get between the mallard’s legs, pushing them apart and spitting on his hand as he rubbed up his shaft.
“you’re really set on the whole ‘bad boy and daddy’ dynamic, aren’t you?” the pilot asked and Negaduck nodded as he watched the tip of that huge juicy stick slowly slide into his ass.
“He always wanted me to call him daddy.” the duck murmured and while he was busying himself with pushing his cock into the smaller bird’s heat Launchpad barely heard it. His head shot up, staring with wide eyes at the moaning mallard.
“Who?” he asked, slowly snapping his hips forward. Negaduck pulled on the rope holding his hands above his head and huffed.
“No one, okay? Just fuck me please!” He exclaimed and Launchpad complied, increasing his speed and twisting his direction slightly to scrape against the duck’s fleshy walls and hit that bundle of nerves in the back of his anal cavity. The villain cried with each thrust, throwing his head back and pulling on the restraints.
“Yah! LP come one! Harder!” he screamed and with one more thrust, the masked menace began to come. Launchpad didn’t even have to touch his dick.
The pilot rolled his eyes and snatched the Duck’s hips tightly for leverage as he pounded harder and harder, eventually releasing his load into the smaller person’s quivering body.
This house was a health hazard, Launchpad realized as he sat on the edge of the bed. The sun was setting outside, and the room had turned into a dark eerie blue color. Perhaps before he left in the morning, he would clean up a little, just to help the unconscious avian on the bed a little bit. Not that he deserved it, being public enemy number 2 and all. He had untied his hands and dragged an old blanket over his shoulders when he had passed out from absolute bliss earlier. The soft snores made the pelican smile to himself. He could be doing the same for Drake, he was just so oblivious!
Negaduck had his own Launchpad he realized. Well. Used to.
It sounded like that was one of the mallard's breaking points. LP shook his head. He would never leave drake. He’d seen how bad Drake got even when one of his favorite shirts went missing. Let alone his whole family...
The pilot shook his head and stood up, pulling on his pants and slipping on his belt. Where did Negs keep the cleaning supplies?