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The Ratcatcher	By : clipchip Category: +1 through F > Darkwing Duck Views: 3179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own darkwing duck, negaduck, or the ratcatcher...and no...i don't make any money from this...

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- 1-The Ratcatcher
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The Ratcatcher

Darkwing ended his rounds on the pier.

“No crime all night!” Darkwing mumbled unbelievably, “…might as well head home and get some rest…” he sighed as he looked around the empty dock.

The only warning he got was a soft thump behind him, like somebody had just hoped onto the motorcycle behind him, but as he turned around he was pushed down so his chest could feel the ratcatcher’s engine hum. Caught off guard, Darkwing provided little struggle as he felt his hands being twisted harshly behind his back, and the click of handcuffs fill his ears

“Don’t leave so soon now Darkwing, the funs just about to start…” a voice taunted above his head, pushing himself up, he caught sight of the black mask and red hat…

“NEGADUCK!” he shouted, only to have his face pushed down again.

Negaduck laughed, his grip on Darkwing’s bound arms tightening in excitement. He finally had Darkwing right where he always wanted him, under him and totally defenseless.

A dark chuckle escaped his beak as his bent forward to whisper in Darkwing’s ear, “down ducky…”

A shiver ran down Darkwing’s spine, making Negaduck all the more excited. Pressing his back against Darkwing, he moved his hand away from the do-gooder’s head, and down his chest. Smirking all the way, he unbuttoned Darkwing's violet coat, laughing when Darkwing turned to glare at him.

“Let go Negaduck” Darkwing warned darkly, but Negaduck could see the fear in his light blue eyes.

“nope, don’t think I will” he answered back, finally finishing with the buttons, he ran his feathered fingers down the teal sweater, before tugging it up so he could run his hands along Darkwing's lean white chest, making the masked vigilante gasp at the cold touch and arch away from them, right into Negaduck’s yellow coated chest.

With another smirk, Negaduck moved his hands away, much to the relief of Darkwing, at least until they griped his belt.

With newfound panic, Darkwing started thrashing, trying to push himself off the ratcatcher and out of Negaduck's grip, “stop it Negaduck! Let me go!” he growled as he tried to twist his legs out of their spread position and onto one side of the motorcycle.

But Negaduck just pressed his body completely against Darkwing's, pinning him down, and savoring not only the warmth of the other mallard, but the pure fear that shook him as he felt Negaduck's bulging cloth covered hard-on press into his tail feathers.

Wrapping his arms around Darkwing, Negaduck continued pulling off the duck’s dark pants, tugging them lower with teasing pulls.

Gulping deeply, Darkwing sat frozen, unknowing what to do, this had never happened to him before, “Negaduck…what are you thinking!? Stop!” he said dryly. But the only reply he got was another tug, and his pants slid lower on his hips, exposing him, and a hand moving away to open a zipper.

Feeling something beneath his feet his pushed down suddenly, and was able to push himself a little higher on the bike, but not out of Negaduck’s grip.

“That eager for me Darkwing?” Negaduck teased, and for a moment Darkwing wondered why, until he realized that he was now in the perfect position for Negaduck to fuck him senseless.

Squirming desperately did nothing; Negaduck just tightened his grip on the mallard’s waist with one arm, the other sliding down to rub at his hidden manhood. Stroking the delicate feathers, Negaduck tried to lure him out, his beak nipping at Darkwing’s neck and back.

He was trapped and at the mercy of his arch enemy, “Negaduck! Please! Stop it!” he gasped out in desperation, fighting the lust that was slowly spreading from his loins and the teasing fingers.

“Let go, and we can both enjoy it Darkwing…” Negaduck coaxed, nipping at Darkwing's thin feathered neck, smirking as he watched the caped crusader grind his teeth and smother a moan, all while trying not to arch into his touch.

Taking his time, Negaduck continued to stroke the baby soft feathers, rubbing and teasing the slit that hid Darkwing's dick. Slowly but surely the pink head began to peak out from the white feathers and a thick moan escaped Darkwing's formally clenched beak when he gripped the hot flesh.

As lust consumed Darkwing the moans came more often, soft and deep, Negaduck thrived off them. Soon sure the purple clad duck was putty in his hands; Negaduck moved his other hand away from Darkwing’s chest and down the soft hips, tickling the other ducks tail feathers as he found Darkwing's hidden bud.

Darkwing in the meantime was mush, waves of heated pleasure flooded his system, he couldn’t stop the moans anymore. He felt Negaduck’s arm move way, but wasn’t able to ignore the pleasure enough to take advantage of that fact.

Only when he felt the cold hand slide over his tail feathers was he pulled back to reality, yelping at the touch, he jumped, turning his head and torso around, only to be stopped halfway, as Negaduck again pushed him down.

His ass in the air, his chest on the ratcatcher, his face turned so he could see Negaduck’s smirk, Darkwing gasped as Negaduck gripped his ass cheeks, “now, now, ducky, let me stretch you out…or it’ll hurt even worse…” he cooed as his finger delved into Darkwing’s warm cavern. He let out a throaty moan of his own when he felt Darkwing tighten around his digit.

“Fuck you’re tight” he growled as he pushed his finger in deeper, twisting inside the gasping mallard, only to pull back and force another finger in, scissoring them, all while watching Darkwing’s face twist in pain and surprise.

With the addition of the third finger, Darkwing was a gasping mass of fear and lust, desperate. For what? Even he didn’t know. He had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of being filled was totally new to him, but as the digits roamed deeper, they hit a bundle of nerves that made him shout out Negaduck’s name with urgent need, much to the evil mallard’s pleasure.

Negaduck couldn’t take it anymore, not when Darkwing was calling out his name so desperately like that, pleasure and pain contorting his features, blue eyes glowing.

Pulling his fingers out, he basked in the whimper Darkwing made at the loss before lining his own raging hard-on with Darkwing's virgin entrance.

Gripping the masked mallard’s hips, he thrust suddenly, diving into the tight heat that was his arch foe, with a harsh grunt. Darkwing meanwhile, screamed at the intrusion, feeling so full he might explode.

“God, you’re so hot Darkwing…” Negaduck growled, trying to give the duck a little time to adjust, trying his hardest not to thrust wildly in and out of the white duck’s hot cavern, “…and a perfect fit”

When he felt Darkwing relax a bit, he pulled out, his heated lust feeling the cold night air for only an instant before thrusting back into the melting warmth, aiming for that bundle of nerves he knew would drive Darkwing nuts

His mind in chaos, Darkwing could only register the hot flesh thrusting in and out of him, hitting that spot every time, making him gasp and moan in wanton bliss. His manhood stood erect, bouncing with each thrust, its head just barley touching the cooling shell of the ratcatcher.

“Negaduck” he begged, “oh Negaduck please”

He wanted release, he was too hot, to full, he felt like he was going to pop any second, he just needed one touch. The lust was overwhelming.

“Begging suits you Darkwing, what do you want…?” Negaduck grunted out, thrusting hard, “tell me…”

With another gasp, Darkwing twisted his head to look at the black masked duck, “let me cum…” he whined out, yelping when Negaduck thrust harshly inside of him.

“What’s the magic word…” Negaduck teased, loving the desperate moans escaping the duck’s beak

“pleeease Negaduck!” Darkwing gasped, wiggling in need.

“Well since you asked so nicely” Negaduck pulled out nearly entirely, moved one of his hands to grip Darkwing's hard dick, and trust in deep and hard while stroking the hot flesh.

Both moaned as their climaxes took them.

Darkwing arched into the touches, screaming as the pleasure overtook him, making his mind go blank and his body fall limp and weak as the lust over flooded and the afterglow settled in, leaving him a sexually satisfied pile of mush on the ratcatcher, his cum blending in with his feathers.

Negaduck moaned as he filled Darkwing with his seed. Forcing himself to stay sitting up as he slid out, he took in the sight of the exhausted crime fighter, loving the way his cum slid down the other mallard’s thighs. Eyes sliding over the gasping chest, and ruffled feathers, they fell on Darkwing’s face, his light blue eyes holding a distant look, his beak parted as he took short gasping breaths, on the verge of blacking out from the pleasure.

With another satisfied smirk, he pulled a small bottle from his belt, twisting the cap to release the liquid into his mouth.

Gripping what cloth held on to the crime fighter’s frame, Negaduck pulled the mallard up, twisting him so he could look him in the eye, and kissed him full on the beak. As Darkwing gasped and moaned from the contact, Negaduck forced the liquid into his mouth, activating the other duck’s natural instinct to swallow.

As Darkwing's eye’s and figure dropped into the sleep Negaduck forced, the evil mallard pulled Darkwing up and closer. Zipping and buttoning up the mallard’s clothes, he tossed the duck into the sidecar, and after wiping off the proof of their action, started up the ratcatcher and headed off…
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