Where I hide the porn

But Mark was hiding something from him, which hurt. He knew Mark was a liar, they’d met through a lie and he witnessed Mark bend the truth flawlessly everyday. It was a finely tuned skill he had perfected and implemented at every opportunity.

So why Falcon ever thought he’d be immune to his silver tongue was beyond him. That he knew Mark well enough to point out falsehoods from the truth.

Falcon sighed, a rare outwardly display of emotion. The action startling the midnight shift nurses who had been keeping a cautious eye on him since his arrival 6 hours ago. The raptor hadn’t moved much in that time and the nurses were growing concerned, but none of them wanted to disturb the scary looking bird.

They felt an immediate relief as the private doctor Mark had brought in came down the hall, she was almost as terrifying as Falcon, a sanctuary bird with an unbeatable poker face. Her talons tapped the tiled floor ominously as she walked directly to Falcon.

“Good evening sir, I am Doctor Eva. Mr.Beaks will allow you to see him now" She informed.

Falcon stood up and quickly walked with her out of the waiting room. “Is he alright?”

“You will have to discuss that with him. But he is not in any immediate danger" She said, her monotone not giving away any hints to Marks condition.

Of course she wouldn’t let anything slip, she was a doctor to the stars and paid a lot to keep her celebrity patients secrets.

She pressed the number 16 on the elevator button, which brought them to a floor dedicated to luxury suits made especially for the disproportionate amount of billionaires that lived in Duckberg. They entered the first door in the hallway, it was no surprised that these million dollar rooms did not get utilized often. Despite being undistinguishable from a luxury hotel suit they weren’t very practical.

As nice as the room was Falcon’s primary focus was on Mark, the parrot had always been small, but he had a big presence that could command a room just by being there. However, in here he looked especially tiny.

The parrots aura of confidence was deflated as he taps on his phone surrounded by IV drips and other beeping machines that made Falcons stomach drop.

The raptor couldn’t help but instinctively feel protective as he got closer. It was evident Mark hadn’t used these last few hours for sleep, as the bags under his eyes were beginning to darken like they did after an all nighter at the office.

Falcon walked up beside Mark’s bed, pulling up a chair next to him. He felt instantly nervous as he noticed the drip feeds that were embedded in a plucked spot on his boyfriends arm.

“Hey" he said softly, putting his hand on Marks arm as a gesture of comfort “You doing alright?”

Falcon was slightly concerned about the initial look of guilt in Marks eyes before the parrot corrected his expression. “I'm fine. I just want to get out of here”

“Is that a good idea?” the question was rhetorical, Falcon already knew it wasn’t “the doctor wouldn’t have hooked you to these machines if you were in good shape leave”

“I just.. need to take my daily vitamins more regularly” Mark failed to hold eye contact with Falcon, which was odd, as the parrot didn’t usually have any tells when it came to lying.

Falcon glanced toward the doctor, who’s expression was impassioned and unreadable, Falcon imagined that she had some terrible bed side manner if she was always this stoic.

“What do you think?” he hoped she might back him up on this.

“Mr.Beaks knows what I recommend” she said.

Falcon sighed, she was keeping tight beaked which was what she was paid for he supposed. At least Falcon was able to gather that Mark wasn’t following those recommendations.

“Do what she says” Falcon ordered

“no way!” Mark barked “I can’t stay here this mattress isn’t memory foam! My back is sore and I want to go home!”

“I’m not going to drive you—”

“You think I can’t hire someone else to drive me?” Mark sneered abruptly

Falcon pulled back from Mark, removing his hands and any offerings of comfort “you’re being a brat” he said in a stern but calm voice.

Marks face scrunched a bit as those words truly hurt. Because Falcon was so controlled in his emotions, his criticism wasn’t just an outburst, it was based on truth.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on. But I won’t enable your bad decisions. If you want to leave you can get your buddy robot to pick you up” Falcon stated with no room for debate. “but if you stay I will stay with you for as long as it takes”

Mark smiled a little despite feeling a heavy weight on his chest. He was surprised by his own lack if self control around his boyfriend, Falcon knew him far too well, enough to know Mark craved his attention above all else.

If it came to being alone somewhere he loved, or with Falcon somewhere he hated, he would always choose to be with Falcon.

“Fiiine” Mark whined, trying not to seem like he had been too easily persuaded. “I’ll stay. But you owe me” The parrot joked, trying to bring up the mood, he felt very uncomfortable in this ultra serious environment. It didn’t match with the care free demeanor he always tried to reflect.

Falcon smiled a bit, hiding his concern for the younger man as he took Marks hand in his own, rewarding Mark with more affection.

I’ll leave you two to settle in than” the doctor stated, presumably happy by Marks decision to stay. “the nurses will tend to you if anything is needed. I will be back with more test results in the morning” She stated before making her way out of the room.

Falcon stayed at Marks side, listening to the parrot ramble about what a horrible experience he had while Falcon was waiting 16 floors below him. Most of his complaints were characteristically petty, like how the nurses didn’t fluff his pillows before he got into bed.

But some were more understanding, like how naked the hospital gown made him feel or how his arm was bruising where they had extracted blood for testing. Not that Falcon blamed the nurses, Mark bruised like a peach.

After a while Mark was beginning to get less chatty, he had expressed all his pent up anxieties and seemed more relaxed as time passed. He and Falcon cuddled together on the custom made hospital bed, both of them feeling the allure of sleep tempt them.

“Can you get me a Dr.pep?” Mark requested, craving sugar as he fought against the drowsy feeling that was clouding his mind.

“No, I’ll make you a tea though” Falcon offered a happy in-between.

“mmhm” Mark nodded, not realizing until just then that he had been holding tightly onto Falcons arm, his fingers felt tense as he released the other man.

The larger bird walked toward the kitchen that was located in their lavish room. The fridge was mostly empty, besides the new carton of almond milk that had been brought to the room upon Marks admission.

The pantry was also very barren, but had some non-perishable options. Like tea bags and honey.

Falcon warmed a cup of almond milk on the stove top before letting a chamomile teabag seep with the addition of honey and a little vanilla.

The chamomile was a good sleep aid. Combined with a long busy night in the infirmary Mark was out cold on Falcons shoulder. For the first time that night Falcon actually felt peaceful despite still being in the dark about this whole thing. For now Mark was safe by his side which was all that mattered, his worries could be left for tomorrow.

-

Mark stirred awake when he heard footsteps by his bed.

“mmm.. babe don’t go jogging today” Mark mumbled, his mind still suffering from dream fog, forgetting all about where he was and what transpired last night.

His eyes squinted open upon hearing no response, locking eyes with his doctor, he bolted up right with a fearful scream.

“Mr.Beaks you shouldn’t sit up so abruptly or you could suffer another headrush” She warned, not very happy that Mark had screamed at her.

“You startled me!” Mark barked, looking around the room anxiously “Where is Gravesy?!”

“Mr.Graves went to pick up some of your belongings” she informed “Its for the best. More tests came back and I wish to discuss them with you”

-

Falcon was driving home to pick up a few of Marks belongings. He had decided it was less awkward than putting Mark in a position where he needed to tell Falcon to leave, at least this way he didn’t have to be sent off when the doctor needed to talk with him about her findings.

Falcon didn’t dally at the house the drive was a long enough time apart, when he got home all he wanted to do was race back. He grabbed a few things, not leaving without his parrots tablet, a clean change of clothing for when he was discharged, his phones charger and Marks morning medication.

As he pulled back into guest parking he silently hoped the doctor had gotten some good results from her tests.

Falcon walked into Mark’s room, initially optimistic until he saw Mark hurriedly wiping tears away from his eyes.

Falcon put down the duffle bag with Mark’s belongings as he hurried over to provide comfort.

He wrapped both his large arms around Mark, holding him tight. Despite trying to hid his tears a moment before Mark was pulling Falcon in closer, desperately needing the comfort he grabbed tight at Falcons shirt.

“Everything will be alright” Falcon assured with a comforting whisper.

Marks breathing hitched, still uneven from his crying. “sorry..” Mark choked out

“There is nothing to apologize for” Falcon buried his beak in the feathers on Marks head.

“Yes there is. I’m such a fuck up” Marks voice kept breaking as he spoke.

“Mark don’t talk like that” the raptor pleaded “you’re the most successful person I know” Falcon would never allow Mark to believe such depreciating words.

Mark sniffed and pulled his head from Falcons chest as he wiped away stray tears “right” Mark brushed away Falcons kind words “sorry, I’m just having some stupid mood swings”

Falcon seemed to remember something “you didn’t have a chance to take your testosterone last night” Falcon pulled Marks medication from his bag “I thought you might want them”

Mark looked anxious, hesitating as he took the bottle. He seemed to realize this secret had gotten too big to hide.

Falcon noticed how out of character Mark was behaving “is something wrong?”

Mark sighed “I.. haven’t been eating at work..” He admitted shamefully

Falcons heart dropped hearing of his boyfriends relapse “Mark…”

“or at home, or anywhere” The parrot put his face in his palms exasperated by his own actions and the consequences he now had to face “I’ve hardly been eating at all. I started gaining weight out of nowhere and I panicked!”

Falcon felt guilty for not noticing sooner. Falcon worried Mark might one day relapse but he foolishly thought he would be able to spot it coming.

Or that Mark would tell him.

“Its okay, You can get back on track. You did it before, I know you can do it again” Falcon placed his palm against Marks cheek, rubbing his thumbs gently under his eyes “and I’ll be here to help you through it”

Marks expression softened, he nearly smiled, if only that was the end of it.

“That’s.. not all"

Falcon felt a tightness in his chest, he begged silently that it wasn’t too late, that he hadn’t hurt himself past the point of healing.

“Um..The.. reason I kept getting fatter.. I’m pregnant" Mark hesitated just to speak it.

“…what?”

Mark sighed, his breath shaking “I’m four weeks pregnant”

“That’s.. ” Falcon struggled to find the right words “big news”

“I don’t know how it happened! I mean, I know HOW it happened but we were so careful! And I’ve been on T for so long I didn’t think I could get… I swear I didn’t plan this!” Mark rambled, his feathers puffing up with increased stress as his mind ran with paranoid ideas of what Falcon must think of him.

“Mark slow down. I never thought you had” Falcon assured, a little hurt Mark would assume the worst of him like that.

Mark took a deep breath as he looked away. “What.. should I do?”

Falcon took a moment to consider the question “what do you want to do?”

“I.. I don’t know” Mark admitted

“well, do you want a baby?” Falcon tried to simplify the question.

“Do you?” Mark put the question back on Falcon

“That’s not important right now” Falcon insisted

“Of course it is! I don’t want to make a choice for you” Mark insisted “I don’t know what to do! I don’t not want it but look at me! I’m such a mess I can’t even eat! That’s like the first thing you learn after breathing!” He explained dramatically, feeling light headed due to his picked up heart rate.

Mark took a few deep breaths to calm himself “I know I can’t be responsible for a baby.. you’d be pulling my weight like you always do.. so I think you should just tell me what you want”

Falcon understood what Mark was saying, the facts were that Mark was very unskilled at a lot of life’s most basic necessities, though he makes up for it with other unconventional skills, he would realistically struggle with child rearing if he was facing that challenge alone.

“I can’t think of a better use for my muscles than carrying you around” Falcon endearingly spoke “If you really want my opinion I would be happy if you kept it” Falcon admitted

Mark looked at Falcon for any evidence that he was joking, surely he had to be. But when he looked at the other mans face his eyes were softer than Mark had ever seen them.

“You really want a baby?” Mark swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Yes” Falcon kept his answer precise so Mark wouldn’t over think it

“wait, wait, but with me?”

Falcon smirked a little at the clarification.

“Its an Important distinction!” Mark insisted

“Who better” Falcon said confidently, the bluntness of his answer made Mark’s heart jump in his chest. He didn’t expect to be so relieved that Falcon wanted to raise a child with him, he wasn’t anyone’s first choice and yet Falcon wasn’t as distressed as Mark had expected him to be.

Despite trying to keep level headed for this serious discussion Mark couldn’t help the giddiness he was feeling. “I guess.. that means we’re going to be dads”

Falcon felt the fluttering of butterflies in his stomach as Mark said those words. “We will make great fathers..” Falcon kissed Marks beak “but.. don’t think you’re off the hook for lying to me. From now on I’m making you three square meals a day and we’re eating them together”

Mark nodded, feeling ashamed that he needed to be babysat during meals, but it was the result of his own poor behavior. Now with an egg on the way, his bad habits were no longer just hurting himself. From Falcons perspective it was best he be kept on a short leash.

Mark and Falcon both looked toward the door as it opened and Doctor Eva walked inside.

“Mr.Beaks do you mind if we have a word?”

Mark squeezed Falcons hand as he felt the older man instinctively pull back “Its fine. I told him”

Dr. Eva nodded and closed the door behind her “Have you made a decision?”

“Yes.. were going to keep it!” Mark announced with a big grin

“in that case, Congratulations to the both of you” She spoke so monotone, even when in celebration. “I have a treatment plan designed for just that decision” She informed, flipping the page on her note pad.

“The vitamin drip is complete. There is no further need for you to stay on site. However treatment will have to continue from home. I have prescribed strong vitamin supplements to combatant the anemia as well as prenatal supplements and calcium powder”

Falcon took the offered bag of medications, he looked inside to see a number of bottles and small instructional pamphlets.

“You will also have to put your testosterone hormone therapy on hold until after the egg is laid to avoid any averse birth defects” she explained

Falcon rubbed Marks shoulder in comfort, assuring him that it would be alright.

“I will do a house call tomorrow for a check up” She informed “in the mean time you have my number if you have any questions” She left soon after unhooking Mark from the IVs

Mark was happy to finally change out of his hospital gown into his cotton button up, khakis and cardigan. He felt much more confident in this attire, even if the mid section was a little tight.

He was disappointed to be pushed through the hospital in a wheelchair when he was feeling better than he had in weeks. But he was still a fainting risk and the hospital didn’t want to be liable for his injuries if any occurred. At least Falcon sped down the ramps, which made it a little more exciting.

As they entered the parking garage Falcon swept Mark off his feet, nuzzling his boyfriend affectionately.

“Gravessy” Mark squeaked out in laughter “I can walk!” he insisted.

Mark bit his bottom lip in anticipation “say cheese!”

The camera went off and the two of them made the silliest faces they could muster.

-

It was dusk now, the sun was setting behind the castle as the pink sky faded to purple. The stars began to shine through the darkness just as the fireworks were being set off.

“Should I get a bigger house?” Mark mused from the balcony of their room. The perfect spot to watch the marvelous display.

Falcon was standing just behind him, his arms wrapped securely around the smaller bird, his beak preening the top of his boyfriends head.

“Your house is plenty big enough" Falcon said quietly, stopping the preening to look out at the castle and the light display.

“yeah.. but this castle makes my house feel so inferior, you know?” Mark reasoned

Falcon shook his head “I don’t know the feeling" he admitted “I don’t think you need a castle.. you’re impressive enough without one"

Mark rested his head against Falcon’s arm, he could hear ‘I can see the lights' from Disney’s Tangled playing in the distance. It was probably way too loud on ground level where the crowd of non-overnight visitors stood. But from Marks vantage point it was perfect.

Falcon had seen many fireworks in his time, many unplanned expulsions too. As beautiful as they were he preferred to watch as the vivid bursts of lights illuminated Mark’s features in a variety of bright neon colour. His large round eyes reflected the explosions, it was the best way to watch the bursts of colour, glitter and flame.

“I feel stupid. I was super nervous about today" Mark admitted

“I know you were" Falcon confessed, it was why he insisted they spend the day having some fun, to loosen Mark up.

“Today turned out to be super lit"

“I’m glad you had fun" Falcon cooed He could feel Mark turning his head to face him.

“There is more fun to have!" Mark cooed “I wouldn’t want to miss out on the best ride of all!” He winked

 Falcon chuckled, running his hands down Marks stomach until they settled on his hips “this roller-coaster is going to make you scream"

Mark trembled from excitement “ohh, the suspense is killing me” it was safe to say Marks focus had moved on entirely from the castle and the pyrotechnic display.

Mark had turned to face Falcon, sanding in his arms, chin tilted up so he could capture the other mans lips with his.

Falcon delicately kissed him back, placing one hand on Mark’s cheek while the other stayed by his hips slipping through the gap in Marks bathrobe.

Mark was already hard, which wasn’t a surprise at all since he was very touch starved. His free hand moved up his outer thigh to the curve of his ass.

Mark seemed all too eager, pushing his body closer until only the fabric of their robes were between them. His body language was obvious and Falcon responded in stride, pushing forward until Mark was against the railing then propped him up to sit on it.

Mark wrapped his arms around Falcon for dear life, as if the raptor would ever let him fall. Falcon lead Marks legs to his hips, encouraging the parrot to wrap around him.

The looser fabric of Marks white robe was flapping in the wind as Falcon hand traveled over the curve if his butt, then settling just under his tail.

His fingers trailed over Marks hole, feeling him twitch from contact. He pressed gently, feeling his entrance shape around the tip of his finger.

Mark certainly was eager as he gently pushed his rear toward Falcons hand, eagerly wanting to fuck himself on the appendage.

Falcon took a deep breath. How tempting Mark was, his body begging to be fucked on this balcony. As much as he wanted to Falcon knew there was a time and place for this kind of debauchery.

He pulled his finger from Mark’s eager body, feeling the parrot’s muscles clamp in protest. His dick twitched imagining how good it was going to feel.

He was sure Marks nerves would flare up again once he was in unfamiliar territory, he wouldn’t want the parrot dangling over the ledge of the 17th story balcony when that virgin anxiety returned. There would be other opportunities for more adventurous sexcapades in the future.

Falcon backed away from the railing, taking Mark with him in his arms “I promised you a bed"

Mark sighed, he had wanted a bed.. but now he wanted whatever got Falcons dick inside of him faster. Honestly getting fucked while hanging off the side of a building sounded like the yolo thing to do.

Falcon placed Mark on the side of the bed, he knelt down in front of the parrot, putting his head between the billionaires thighs. Falcon pushed Mark’s legs apart to give access to his nether regions.

As much as Mark loved the feeling of Falcons tongue roaming his insides, he still couldn’t deny the deep visceral need for more.

He tilted his head back and groaned, unable to deny the pleasure, but desperate for a deeper satisfaction. “Gravesy, fuck me. You promised"

Falcon pulled his tongue out, leaving Mark dripping. “Patients” Falcon cooed retrieving a bottle of lubethat he squirted onto his finger, then put those fingers in place of his tongue.

“Ugh!! I hate that word!” Marks face was burning hot, he knew he looked like a bushing mess, so he grabbed a pillow and held it over his face to hide how bashful he was.

Falcon managed to fit two fingers easily inside of Mark. The toys had done wonders helping him loosen up, and dulling his instincts to clench upon intrusion.

“Now that’s unfair. This isn’t half as fun if I don’t get to see your face" Falcon teased, a third finger circling the rim of Marks ass.

“I’ll give you another finger if you remove the pillow" he haggled.

Mark was seething, since when did Falcon call the shots? Oh fuck he was so desperate he’d obey Falcon’s every order if it meant even a finger.

Mark tossed the pillow across the room, making his annoyance known while also showing his obedience.

Marks face was as red as his tail feathers, his eyes, though firey with anger were also filled with lustful passion.

Falcon smiled gratefully at the parrot, he would have vocalized his appreciation for sharing such a decadent sight.. but instead he gave Mark what he’d been promised.

Falcon pushed and probed his third finger into Mark’s hole, feeling what bit of resistance was left.

“Ohhawwh..” Mark moaned “Fuck me.. I’m so close..”

“I have to prep you" Falcon insisted “every time"

“What a pain" Mark whined. His cock felt uncomfortably pent up.

“It would be if we don’t do this properly” Falcon teased, getting a great deal of amusement from Mark’s desperation

“Nnnn” Marks face tensed and his legs trembled “don’t move..” His breathing was heavy “I need a minute" and desperate “ill cum”

“That’s the point” Falcon hummed

“I want your cock to make me cum!” Mark groaned, just saying it out loud triggered his erection to tingle.

“Don’t worry. I have no intention of letting you leave here with your virginity in tact" Falcon reassured, he pressed all three of his fingers in, up to the knuckle. A chain reaction causing Mark to release the orgasm he had pent up.

“I will make you cum again" Falcon promised

The raptor was so thankful Mark had moved the pillow as he wouldn’t have wanted to muffle the noises that came out of the parrots mouth, nor miss out on those tantalizing expressions.

Mark was so over swept by pleasure he couldn’t muzzle his moans even if he tried. His eyes rolled back as he tilted his chin to the ceiling. His beak curved to the shape of an ‘O'. His entire self momentarily overtaken by pleasure.

Ropes of cum came streaming onto Marks stomach, His cock throbbed as his entire body spasmed with pleasure.

Falcon pushed his fingers into the hilt to draw out Marks orgasm to be nice and long.

“Sure you aren’t a song bird?” Falcon teased, listening to how beautifully Mark sounded when he moaned

He pulled his fingers free as Mark released his last wave of cum. The parrot was panting, catching his breath as his heart rate slowed back down after that burst of adrenaline.

Falcon stood up from between Marks legs, he sat beside him on  the edge of the bed, allowing Mark to take a breather.

The rest didn’t last long, as Mark turned onto his side to face the older man, he put his arms around Falcons waist, probing for more attention from his lover.

“That didn’t take long" Falcon chuckled.

“I want you, please" his eyes were half lidded and salutary.

“You already have me" Falcon promised, putting his knuckle under Marks chin and tilted his head up to steal a quick kiss off his beak.

Mark knelt up from his laying position. Deepening the kiss as they became eye level with one another.

For a virgin Mark was fairly assertive. Falcon had expected to be taking the reigns so to speak, but Mark was so very aroused he was continuously trying to advance their foreplay into something more.

The raptor couldn’t help but be flattered by Marks tactless begging. Falcon was very self assured man, but the absolute thirst Mark displayed made his chest puff out a little further with pride and ego.

Falcon pulled Mark up from beside him, easily handling the man who weighed so little. He settled Mark down onto his lap.

Falcon parted his beak,  welcoming Mark’s tongue to slip inside his mouth. Their tongues caressed together, Mark tasted sweet as the pastries he consumed that day, like pure intoxicating sugar.

“I could kiss you all day" Falcon whispered

“I couldn’t… that would get super boring" Mark joked

Falcon laughed lightly with him, then messily smashed their beaks together again, too caught up in kissing to speak. His erection was becoming cramped between his legs he parted his thighs slowly. Falcons knees spread apart, his cock exposed through the short bathrobe he wore.

Falcon released one supporting hand from Marks frame, using it to apply a generous amount of lubrication directly to his cock. Mark could feel the motion just below him, making him a tad envious of Falcons hand.

Mark cheekily lowered his hips, Falcons cock slipping between his rear as he sat down.

Falcons toes curled involuntarily, Mark was so warm compared to the lube he slathered onto his skin, he was such Mark would be even hotter on the inside.

Mark was rutting against Falcons rod, grinding his ass against the large appendage mere inches from his hole. His hard again cock pressed between their bodies, rubbing against Falcons stomach.

The raptor put one hand on Marks thigh, stilling the parrots gyrating as his other align his erection to Marks awaiting hole.

“Ready?” the gentleness of the Raptors voice surprised Mark, as it was at odds with the very erotic tone of the moment.

It was easy to get caught up in the lust, but Mark remembered delightedly that they’d be making love. For him it would be the first time these emotions were intertwined together.

“Y-yes" he didn’t realize his voice would be so shaken up when he spoke.

Falcon listened to Mark, gently pressing forward into him. He moved very slowly, both for Marks sake and wanting to indulge in the moment that could never be repeated.

Mark could feel the pressure against his rear, it was so light at first, the initial stretch arousing. “Mmmmf… Gravesy” his moans were soft, like a whisper.

Although Falcon seemed completely relaxed as not to cause Mark any concern he was still very much vigilant. He was completely in tune with how Mark was handling, keeping high alert for signs of discomfort.

He very cautiously pushed forward, the pointed tip of his cock went in with ease, but the deeper he went the thicker his girth became.

Mark was shaking with excitement, he was biting back a smile as he felt Falcon move in deeper.

He was just about a quarter ways in when his girth matched the thickness of Mark’s last toy, after another inch his fingers. He waited a moment for Mark to adjust, feeling his tight ring of muscles withstanding the received package.

“Damn you’re tight" Falcon offered as an explanation for the sudden stop.

“It feels so good!” Mark moaned enthusiastically, feeling only the smallest portion of Falcons girth “Keep going!” he implored impulsively

It was tempting, but only when Marks muscles relaxed did Falcon push further.

Mark was definitely feeling it now. Falcon could tell by the way Mark’s fingers pressed into his skin, and how his brows twitched momentarily. He stopped immediately when Mark gasped

“you feel so much bigger then you did in my mouth” Mark admitted, his brows knitted in discomfort.

Falcon ease up, pulling out to his tip, ignoring Marks protests as he did so. This would be a good place to start.

Falcon pushed inside again, giving Mark only what he knew he could handle. He made it nearly 5 inches in length, a commendable feat for a virgin.

Mark forgot about the awaiting 4 inches as Falcon began to move, giving him an entirely new sensation as his inner walls were fucked repeatedly.

Mark huffed, he didn’t know just how sensitive his body was. There were so many pleasure points that a tongue just could not reach.

“Aaahh!! Oh zeus!” Mark gasped feeling his sweet spot pounded.

“Ahh, ahh…” Falcon was breathing heavy, keeping up a quick pace. Every thrust came with a shot of pleasure through him, spreading from his toes and finger tips into his stomach.

Mark was beginning to move at his own will, he was swaying his hips unpredictably and out of synch, a result of his inexperience as he struggled to find a rhythm to match Falcons.

The erratic movements made it hard for Falcon to pace himself, every sudden pump of Marks hips made it harder to scave off orgasm. He had certainly underestimated just how wild Mark would make him.

“AHHuugh" Falcon suddenly moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Mark sank past the threshold he had set. He had never felt a grip quite like it.

Marks tongue lulled out from his beak. Falcons cock filling deeper than he thought possible. The stretch stung only when he thought about it, but the competing sensations were much stronger in comparison.

“Oh Gravesssy” Mark moaned, lifting his hips again before pushing back to the newly designated depth.

“Awh fuck Mark" Falcon’s expression was tense, his brows knitted as he held Mark’s hips, his hands following their swift movements.

“Ahhhh ahh!” Mark groaned “I want all of you!” he insisted passionately as he sunk deeper onto Falcon’s rod, feeling his insides spreading to accommodate Falcons mass. It felt spectacular.

Falcon couldn’t believe how stubborn Mark was, another inch and he’d be totally impaled on Falcon’s dick.

He could feel Mark’s erection pulsing between their bodies, he could tell they were both close to unloading.

Falcon kept thrusting up into the younger man, no longer so worried about treating him like glass. He would fuck Mark with reckless abandon, but let Mark control how far he could go.

“Hhh Mark you feel so good” Falcon groaned, leaning back against the bed sheets.

“Gravesy I’m sooo close” Mark had his eyes shut tight as he rode Falcon, readying himself for the final inch.

Mark sat up until Falcon was entirely unsheathed from his hole, then without missing a beat sat back down, taking the whole of his length in one smooth motion.

Mark screamed as he released, his pumped out a second orgasm onto Falcons stomach. Falcon felt those muscles clenching around his cock as the smaller birds body reacted to his second orgasm. His wall contracted, causing Falcon to release inside him soon after.

His moans were unapologetically loud, he usually has more composure when he came, as he didn’t care for others knowing of his affairs. He pumped upward, lifting his hips off the bed as he buried himself as deeply as he could go, filling Mark to the brim with his seed.

It took a few seconds for Falcon to put his hips back onto the bed. His cock still spasmed from Inside of Mark, releasing generously inside the other.

Their bodies were drenched in sweat, even with the balcony door blowing fresh wind onto them it did little to sooth their fiery skin.

There was a blaze of pride in Marks eyes as he sat atop the beast he had just conquered. He was panting wildly, his heart beating fast in his chest.

Falcon couldn’t muster the energy to do much but run his thumbs against Marks hips affectionately

As the adrenaline dissipated Marks body began to tremble from overworking his muscles. He leaned forward, taking a much needed rest on top of Falcons chest.

Falcon wrapped his arms around the younger mans back, holding him close despite the combined body heat becoming unbearable. His beak sat perfectly atop Marks head as he whispered sweet muffled words to him.

The moment was too perfect for Falcon to make a move, he sighed happily, closing his eyes as his hands caressed his love, and their fast beating hearts synched together.

After a few moments if post coital bliss Mark slowly raised. His movements made Falcon’s cock stirr as his flaccid member was still buried inside Mark, but threatened to reharden as Mark gently swayed from side to side.

“What are you doing?” Falcon grunted

“Were having another go?” Mark looked confused, as if that had always been the plan.

“You can handle that?” Falcon questioned

“I just got this behemoth inside me! Would be a waste to take it out now!" Mark reasoned

Falcon felt his cock rising quickly, he really cpuldnt argue with that logic, though he gave one last attempt at reason before they’d be at it again.

“You’re going to be sore tomorrow" Falcon bit his bottom lip, knowing his reasoning fell on deaf ears.

“I’m gonna be sore tomorrow anyway” Mark shrugged, his whiny future self was the Falcon of tomorrows problem.

Falcon sat up quickly, taking hold of Marks shoulders he practically threw the man down onto the bed “Guess I can always push you around in a wheelchair"

Mark trembled excitedly. “really give it to me!”

Falcon stood up from the bed, pulling his cock out of Mark. The cold air tempted him to bury himself back inside of the other man immediately but the withstood the urge.

Falcon pulled the parrot toward him, until his slender hips were perched over the edge of the behinds. legs spread wide open for him, inviting him back in.

Falcons hands moved underneath Mark, where he spread his ass apart, then pressed his cock back into him.

Mark moaned as he went cross eyed, every inch of Falcon’s member brought a whole new feeling of pleasure to him, one he could enjoy to the fullest now that he wasn’t concerned about Falcon fitting.

The raptor buried himself to the hilt, loving the small squeak that escaped Marks throat when he was finally sheathed inside.

He wasted no time, pumping his cock in long hard motions. Mark wanted a taste of what Falcon could do, he certainly wouldn’t be disappointed.

Mark moaned every time Falcon’s thighs slapped against his rear, his legs wrapped around his man tight. His hands grabbed at the sheets below him, trying to steady himself as Falcon pushed and pulled, moving Marks body across the bed.

Mark was teetering on the edge of the bed, trying to keep his upper half from falling onto the floor as Falcon pulled him a little further every time.

Despite his attempts to keep in place Falcon had other ideas, he pulled Mark off the bed, bringing him into his arms. Mark put his arms around Falcon’s neck, holding him tight.

Falcon had his hands firmly on Marks hips, lifting him up then pushing him back down. Fucking him not dissimilar to a flesh light.

“ahhhh… ahhh!!” Mark moaned as he bounced on Falcons cock. Falcon could move his lithe body with ease, lifting him up and down until his tongue hung from his mouth and his speech became nonsensical.

Falcon was panting heavily, the friction on his cock was driving him to the edge. He tried to keep a firm grip on Mark, hoisting him back into his arms when the smaller man began to slip.

“AHH!! Gravesy!!" his name sounded so erotic coming out of Marks mouth.

As the parrot began to slip out of his grip for the second time Falcon pushed his back up against a wall so his thrusts would hit harder. He put his arms under Marks legs, bringing them upright until Marks ankles were against Falcon’s shoulder.

“Say it again" Falcon demanded through his panting

“G..Graaavesy!” Mark moaned as he was sandwiched between the wall and his lover.

“Ohh fuck Mark” Falcon shut his eyes, putting their foreheads together as he knew he was close. He pulled his hips back, cock drawn out completely, then in one powerful motion pounded their bodies together again, there was a loud thud as Marks hips hit the wall and he was screaming again.

He gave him another big thrust, then another, drawing out loud moans from his lover as he brutally fucked his prostate.

“Ohh babe… oh Gravesy" Mark huffed, barely able to get out a word as he sucked in air desperately as if he were moments from drowning. “I aahhhh I’m so… so close..” he grunted

Falcon slammed into him once more, keeping his cock buried, thighs firmly pressed against Marks ass. He changed his movments, making shallow thrusts in circular motions as he barraged Mark’s prostate relentlessly with no reprieve.

Mark was seeing white as his eyes rolled back in his head. The feeling was intense, he felt the rise in pressure, then sudden release as he came. “Nnnngh Falcon!!” he screamed, throat growing hoarse. His whole body tensed up but his smile was beaming with joy.

Falcon felt a little like Mark when he found himself wishing he could have a picture of that look. Instead he tried to burn the image into his memory.

Falcon thrusts himself into Mark a few more times, his cock throbbing inside the younger man as he came again, releasing what he had left in him. It was a lot more intense the second time around. The orgasm lasted much longer as the pressure dissipated very slowly. He pumped into Mark until his knees began to buckle and his orgasmic bliss dissipated into a feeling of relaxation and peace.

Falcon rested his head on the wall next to Mark’s. He felt the younger man’s head nuzzle into his neck, hearing the parrot breathing gently.

He hoped Mark was properly spent this time around, since he might not have it in him for another go without a little nap.

Luckily the parrot seemed equally as exhausted. His body was limp in Falcons arms, eyes closed as he was very near sleep. His body rested against the other man, trusting Falcon not to let him fall.

Falcon smirked at a job well done.

He wrapped his arms gently around Marks waist and back, pulling Mark away from the wall as he carried the young man back to bed.

Mark stirred, having a little energy left to hug Falcon and speak “I love you" he said, frustrated by how the phrase really didn’t encompass the depth of his emotions. “Like… really REALLY love you" it didn’t help him feel understood, but it got a laugh out of Falcon which was always nice to hear.

“I love you too Mark" he said while laying them both down onto the super soft covers provided by Disney Resorts. “like, really really" he teased, thankful he kept his eyes open long enough to see Mark’s peaceful smile as he drifted off to sleep.

Falcon didn’t consider himself much of a cuddler, but he held Mark so close to him throughout the night that perception of himself might just change.

-

Falcon woke up from a very deep sleep due to the noisy rumbling of the theme park as it opened, crowds gathered and rollercoasters sped down the tracks. The noise wouldn’t normally penetrate the room, but they had left the balcony door open overnight.

Falcon felt pressure on his right peck, groggily opening his eyes to see Marks head laying there. His arm was outstretched underneath Marks body.

He bent the arm that was trapped, running his fingers up and down the center of Mark’s back.

He turned onto his side and watched the other man sleeping peacefully.

He couldn’t help but run his fingers through the loose strands of grey hair that topped his head. Mark stirred, hugging Falcon closer.

Falcon waited, his arm going numb and he still waited. Not growing bored for even a moment as he admired the sleeping figure beside him.

It wasn’t until a trombone from outside blared that Mark grimaced, his body stirred awake slowly, blinking repeatedly as his eyes adjusted to the light.

He yawned loudly and stubbornly pushed his face back into Falcon’s chest, in denial about having awakened.

Falcon tried to make the adjustment from unconsciousness more welcoming.

“Morning love” he greeted, running his hand along Mark’s back.

The parrot groaned “morning already?”

Falcon nodded “afraid so. You don’t have to get up yet if you don’t want to"

Mark tilted his head so that he was no longer smothered against Falcons peck. He looked up at the other man with a tired smile “this definitely still feels like a dream”

Falcon knew exactly what he meant “Its real” he assured

“Thank zeus" Mark sat up enough to steal a kiss off the older man.

Mark had intended for it to be a quick kiss but it got a little more heated.

It was becoming apparent to them both that they couldn’t keep their hands off one another for long. There was a natural magnetism pulling them closer together constantly.

Falcon turned his head toward the balcony as he heard a loud trombone blaring just outside, followed by more interments.

Mark ignored the music, going to Falcons neck to kiss him there instead.

“Babe.. were going to miss the morning parade" Falcon said with some concern

“fuck it” Mark said bluntly before kissing Falcon’s neck again “fuck me" he insisted between kisses.

Mark lived in a prime location just over looking his favorite fraction of the city, the tech capital SilverBeak. You could see the Waddle building from Marks lawn. It was under construction today, another floor being added to the already tall structure. It was easily the tallest building in the area and yet Mark kept pushing against air right restrictions and zoning laws to expand his tech empire above the clouds.

Falcon looked over the city, standing outside of his car as he sent a text to the African grey parrot informing Mark of his arrival.

Nearly instantaneously Falcon received a number of emoji’s in response. A kissy face, heart eyes, winking face and various food items that just confused the older man.

Falcon considered going inside Mark’s large estate but he was certain if he went looking for the grey parrot he would end up lost in the mansion.

He wondered how long he would be left waiting.. he knew Mark was a fan of being fashionably late to things so he reasoned it could be a half hour or so, in order to raise suspense for his arrival.

But to his surprise he wouldn’t be out there long as Mark emerged from his home in a few short minutes as if he had been waiting for the other man to arrive. He didn’t know Mark as the type to wait on anyone, people waited on him, So it was rather flattering thinking of Mark readying himself a little early so he could see Falcon that much sooner.

Mark walked down the staircase with his phone in hand, but by the timee he had reached the raptor it was stored away in the same grey cardigan he always wore.

“hey there lover boy! Its about time you showed up!”

That confirmed it, Mark had been waiting. But he didn’t seem all that bothered as he chastised playfully.

Falcon pulled his sleeve up to look at the watch on is wrist “I’m right on time" he smirked as he leaned down, planting a kiss on his love.

“Not in my books!” Mark argued “but I see you used your extra time to put together and outfit that isn’t a suit and tie" Mark sounded pleased as his eyes looked the larger man up and down.

Wanting to avoid another trip to Pavès Falcon wore something more casual for their day together. Light blue shorts down to his knees and a button up shirt with a loud floral pattern.

He suspected his efforts were going unappreciated as Mark seemed to be undressing him with his eyes.

“Its weird you’d dress up today when were just going to get naked anyway" Mark said in amusement

“We have other commitments" Falcon explained

This seemed to catch the parrot off guard. He grimaced in confusion “What other things?! Did you forget our.. ahm, plans?”

Falcon smiled at how stringent Mark  was “Of course I haven’t” he assured “we have all day for that"

Mark crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “You just love to make me wait, don’t you?"

Feeling the question was rhetorical Falcon opted not to answer. He opened the passengers side door, inviting Mark to have a seat.

Mark dejectedly walked to his boyfriends car, seemingly he wanted to get the day over with so they could finally do what Mark has been impatiently waiting for.

Falcon shut the door and leaned into kiss Mark’s puffed up cheek.

“Once I get you into bed we won’t leaving for a while. So try to  enjoy the outdoors a little bit” he winked, backing away from the car as Mark’s face went red.

Falcon circled around to the drivers side, sitting behind the wheel as Mark already had his phone out and was messing with the settings to the vehicle.

Mark reclined in his seat, cranked the air conditioning despite lowering the top of Falcons convertible. He then linked his phone to the radio, turning up the volume as some catchy beats blared from the speakers.

Falcon would never admit it but the headache inducing tunes were actually getting less annoying by the day. Similarly to how he fell for Mark, repeated exposure seemed to desensitize him to Marks brash ways of conducting himself. Like his music there was a whole other layer behind his facade that could be endearing if given enough time.

“Oh! I love this song!” Mark exclaimed excitedly as his repeated pressing of the shuffle button finally paid off and landed on something that “he could vibe with" as he put it.

“Ask me if I'm rollin' with some Gucci bitch I might be” Mark sang along to the music, shimmying in his seat, swaying from side to side.

Falcon smiled as he revved up his engine then stepped on the gas, speeding through the round about driveway and down the road toward the city center.

“Stacking paper steadily so I can live in luxury” Mark was in his element, vogueing to the quick beat.

Falcon hoped his sunglasses were enough to hide the stolen glances as he looked from the road in front of him to Mark gyrating in the passengers seat.

Of course Mark had taken notice of this, he loved the attention, most of what he did was precisely for attention.

“Charging by the minute 'cause my time is very pricey” Mark sang with the lyrics, he turned in his seat to face Falcon straight on.

Falcon chuckled at the gestures Mark made, rubbing his finger to his thumb as if he were rubbing bills together. Informing Falcon in a teasing way that this day was going to cost him.

The drive was as peaceful as Falcon could have hoped for, not ones typical expectation of peace, it was loud, the car vibrated to the music blaring from his speakers but everything felt right in that moment.

As they entered Silverbeak the music faded into the next song.

“Two bangers in a row!” Mark exclaimed while Falcon raised his brow at the lyrics. Falcon slowed to a stop at a cross walk, letting a mom and her kid pass.

“I said, certified freak” Mark whipped his head as he sang to the new song “Seven days a week”

Falcon noticed some bitter looks as the mother covered the ears of her pup, walking quickly away from the car.

“Wet-ass pussy, Make that pull-out game—” Mark was suddenly cut off as Falcon quickly shut off the music.

“Hey! What gives?!” Mark whined, putting his hands on his hips indignantly.

“We can’t blare that all over town" he explained as they continued to drive forward.

“man, you’re a real prude for a criminal”

Falcon ignore that comment “Pick something else"

“Well if you’re gonna be all judgey about my music what sort of music do you listen to?” Mark was already on the hunt for some Falcon appropriate songs before he even let the other man give an answer

“hmm" Falcon considered what he was in the mood for music wise while Mark played something to jog his memory.

“Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want” Blared out of his radio

“So tell me what you want, what you really, really want” Mark was singing along to the radio again.

Falcon couldn’t hold back his smile as he heard that incredibly familiar song. When the song debuted he was well out of the demographic, none the less it was inescapable back in the day.

“my sister loved that song. She would annoy me with it any chance she got"

Mark seemed a bit surprised, realizing how little they had talked about family stuff “you have a sister?”

“Yeah. I have two" Falcon explained

“Hmm. Surprised you haven’t mentioned them before” Mark couldn’t decide if it was weird or not that he knew nothing of Falcons personal life outside of Duckberg.

“Should I have?” Falcon looked briefly at him, then back to the road

“I mean.. you met my mom! And I didn’t even know you had sisters!”

“That was an accident. I wish I hadn’t met Emma on such bad terms" Falcon admitted

“Yeah she really hates you”

Falcon found humor in how blunt and honest Mark could be. He imagined most people would insist to the contrary to spare his feelings but Mark said it as it was.

“But she hates all my choices" Mark assured, putting on a pair of sunglasses and kicking his legs up onto the dash.

“You’ll meet my family one day” Falcon assured so casually he didn’t realize what a significant gesture that was to Mark. The parrot never thought he was ‘take you home to mom’ material.. he was glad Falcon thought otherwise.

He was so flushed he didn’t notice the music gradually switch to a new song.

“I live my life in the citaaaay”

Falcon raised his brow, noticing a pattern with this song and the last “Did you just put on British hits?”

Mark looked a little cheeky as he smirk “Its in your element"

“as British as I am, neither of those songs are really my taste" Falcon changed the channel on the cars radio.

He flipped to his default channel where a song was already playing. It was much slower paced than anything Mark listened to.

“Forever with you forever in me

Ever the same” the radio sang

“This song sounds old” Mark piped in

“You think 30 is old" Falcon pointed out

“It is" Mark was impatiently adjusting in his seat, pulling his legs under him so he was sitting up on his knees.

Falcon took the other fidgeting as a sign boredom “You can change it if you want”

“Naa” Mark leaned closer to Falcon putting his head on the others shoulder “Old isn’t always bad”

Falcon couldn’t hold back his smile at Marks playful nature.

Maybe it was the romantic song or the anticipation of tonight’s engagement that was causing Mark to be become very.. handsy

“No distracting the driver" Falcon warned as Marks hand caressed his inner thigh.

“Were on a straight road, you only need half a mind to drive” Mark purred

“Don’t make me put you in the back seat" Falcon warned

“Kill joy" Mark mumbled. Seeming to have given up he sat back into his seat, taking out his phone as an alternative means for entertainment.

“Where are you taking me anyway?” Mark finally asked

“you’ll see when we get there" Falcon’s secrets were infuriating

“How will I know if I am underdressed?”

“You’re dressed fine” the raptor assured

“Maybe we should stop at Pavès..”

“No” Falcon said a little too quickly, he really didn’t want to have the peacock dressing him again.

“But you should put this on for me" Falcon took a tie dyed bandana out of his breast pocket.

“… an ugly bandanna? Are we going to a honky tonk?” Mark mocked with a slightly southern drawl

“Put it over your eyes" Falcon clarified

Mark was silent for a moment. As if Falcon could read Marks mind he put an end to the parrots perverse assumptions. “It’s not a sex thing” he assured.

Mark frowned, but tied the bandana around his eyes anyway “how am I supposed to keep up with my feed If I cannot see?”

“Were almost there" Falcon promised. Although Mark complained, it was significant that he still kept the blindfolds on. Voluntarily being blinded from his phone at Falcon’s request didn’t go unnoticed the raptor would certainly reward Mark for his good behavior later.

Falcon pulled into a parking lot, turning the keys to his car as he shut the engine off. He then left the vehicle, walking around to Marks side.

“Can I remove the blindfold now?” Mark asked as Falcon opened the door and took his hands, leading him out of the car.

“Soon love” he put one arm around Marks shoulder as he lead the blind man across the parking lot. “Thank you for being so patient with me” Falcon praised

He knew Mark would be getting antsy without his social media feed to scroll through, but as dependant as he was on constant mental stimulus he was also very susceptible when it came to complements.

 Mark blushed, he loved the praise. Being complemented for his patients was certainly a new one.

They walked for a few minutes, noises of a busy crowd got louder. Was this a surprise party? Was it his quarter birthday?? The anniversary of his first car? A million ideas ran through Mark’s head as he tried to think of where Falcon would take him.

Before he could come up with a reasonable explanation Falcon stopped.  “Alright, you can take off the blind fold"

Mark did so eagerly, the curiosity was killing him.

Mark gasped loudly at the sight of a big Micky mouse head made out of flowers on the front lawn of a giant fairy-tale castle

“Disney land!?!” his eyes went wide “when I made my first million I stayed here for a month!” he bounced

Falcon smirked “Well, I didn't book us in for the month, but a few nights should be enough”

“O.m.g!” Mark pulled his phone from his pocket “I am going to take so many photos of us!” he cuddled up close to Falcon, holding his phone out far enough to snap a selfi of them both in front of the garden

When he relaxed again he looked at the photo endearingly. “oh… we look so cute together” he cooed as he added a few stickers and effects, including digital micky mouse ears to their heads and glitter in their eyes

He hesitated before posting.

“Do you mind if I post these?” Mark pouted cutely

Falcon appreciated that Mark thought to ask, he was trying to respect Falcons privacy, even if it was difficult for Mark to do.

Despite often seeming indifferent from an outside perspective Falcon was very invested in Mark and the things that made him happy. “You can post them”

Mark beamed as he did just that. It was admittedly very shallow to care so much about others perceptions of him, and his love life but he was sick of feeling like the only single person in Duckberg.

He no longer had to feel left out when it came to mushy couple photo ops! He hated all his mutuals constantly showing off their happy relationships and perfect families! It was about time he got a piece of that pie!

It was better than he could have imagined. He got everything he ever wanted and he was totally in love to boot! Big score for him!

Mark linked his arm around Falcons as his heart fluttered. His comment section was filling up with the nicest words..

Okay some of them were very thirsty towards Falcon, but that only made Mark more giddy knowing everyone envied him and his super hot hunky boyfriend.

Before now he never considered how happy he could be dating someone for more than their clout and looks.. he was genuinely excited to spend the day together.

Despite the barrage of love his photo was receiving Mark put his phone into his pocket. He could enjoy the attention later, right now the couple had a lot of things to do that he didn’t want to miss out on.

“lets get matching mouse ears!” he suggested, squeezing tighter on Falcon’s arm as he was unable to restrain his excitement.

-

Mark went into nearly every shop that was located on the cobblestone road. Falcon thought the merchandise was over priced and impractical. Although he wasn’t the type to splurge he’d have to get use to the frivolous spending on Marks side.

Mark’s headband of choice were exclusively made for pride month. It gave the rainbow patterned ears the allure of scarcity when in reality they were likely produced by the millions.

Falcon didn’t buy into corporate pandering, but Mark loved being catered to, he didn’t even mind if the intentions were flawed so long as he got what he wanted. His company Waddle was guilty of the same thing so naturally Mark wouldn’t bat an eye at it.

Falcon went for the classic. A simple pair of black mouse ears chosen from a wall of designs. Besides the snarky “really?” Mark didn’t voice any further complaint. Falcon was a classic guy after all.

They took more selfis by a large grandiose fountain that was in the middle of a round traffic intersection. It seemed no matter where he pointed the camera the backdrop and lighting was  always perfect.

Falcon snuck away while Mark was preoccupied with photos. The raptor followed the delicious scent of rising dough to a little bakery.

The doughy sugar filled treat wasn’t what Falcon would call a balanced breakfast but the high amounts of sugar would keep them both going until lunch. Besides this way Disneyland, it was designed for excessive indulgence.

-

Falcon returned to see his parrot had luckily not wondered off, though Falcons absence clearly hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“Where did you run off to?” Mark asked before noticing the crape cones Falcon was carrying.

“Breakfast" he held out the treat, which was eagerly accepted by Mark. The gesture seemed enough to make Mark forgive him for his unceremonious departure.

Mark held his cone up for the camera, Falcon put his up next to it. He had already taken a bite out of his, forgetting the likelihood that Mark would want a picture for his foodstagram.

“Hashtag Dessertfirst, Hashtag Brunchgoals, Hashtag SweetToothSatisfied” Mark read aloud as the post went up with a ping that told Falcon he could continue to eat.

As the two enjoyed their meal Falcon looked over the map he placed on the ledge of the fountain “what should we do first?”

-

“Gravesy I told you to smile!” Mark chastised, but there was a clear playful tone in his voice.

“Sorry! The drop was so sudden!” Falcon chuckled as he put his hand over Marks shoulder, leaning in to see the photo of them from Splash mountain.

Mark was so unbothered by the surrounding chaos, his smile was wide and cheerful, eyes focused directly onto the camera like a real professional.

Falcon looked blurry in comparison, expression one of shock and slight panic as the log ride suddenly dropped off a steep cliff, water droplets splashed all over his face as they raced down the water slide.

“You’re very photogenic” If Falcon didn’t know better he would have assumed Mark was photo shopped into the image.

Mark tilted his chin up proudly “It took a lot of practice. I once rode this thing 9 times in a row until I got a good picture. I threw up afterwards.. leave that detail out if you talk about me to anyone" Mark amended as he realized he’d accidentally shared a little too much, a habit he was getting worse at controlling now that he was so comfortable with Falcon.

Falcon ran one of the resort towels through his hair “I’ll be ready for it next time"

Mark grinned at Falcons willingness to try again “we should do something funny for space mountain”

“What did you have in mind?”

“I am thinking a lightsaber battle” Mark hummed

Falcon wasn’t very familiar with nerd culture, but that was something even he could understand.

He actually liked the idea, there was just one problem “would they let us bring swards onto the ride?”

-

The answer was no. Their sabers were confiscated at the gate as they had very few places to hide the toys. As bummed as Mark was, Falcon managed to save the photo op with an unprompted kiss right on Mark's beak as they whizzed past the camera.

Mark beamed when he saw the image. Very spontaneous. It certainly wasn’t the perfect picture Mark painstakingly tried to capture every time a camera was pointed at him but he liked this one a lot better somehow.

“I’ll get ten copies” Mark asked the employee behind the desk “Send them right to our room. Should be under sir name Graves"

“Ten?” As much as Falcon liked the photo ten was a little over board

“Should I get more?” Mark asked with concern

“What are you going to do, wallpaper your house with them?” Falcon laughed

Marks cheeks burned up a little, not realizing this was an excessive amount of photos to have. “I want back ups! What if they get ruined or lost!”

“Then we will come back and take another one" Falcon smiled warmly, making Mark melt.

He still bought the multiple copies, it would be impossible overcoming the fear that this happiness temporary. So he wanted the photos to hang onto in case he never felt this joy again.

But it did help hearing from Falcon that his intentions were long term, that these memories weren’t finite and would be upstaged in the future. Mark was very much looking forward to that.

-

Mark really expected his gamer cred would assist in his performance at Buzz Lightyear's Astro Blasters.. but sadly his Fortnite experience didn’t translate well into the real world.

On the other hand, Falcon didn’t miss a shot.

“Man, I don’t understand how you’re this good" Mark whined in annoyance

“years of practice” Falcon bragged “it’s more impressive how you missed nearly every shot..”

“My gun was malfunctioning! Obviously!” Mark’s face was red with embarrassment.

“Heh you wish that were true. This is why the Moonlanders caught you so easily"

“I was bravely taking very important photographic evidence of extraterrestrial life forms!”

“Is that what you think you were doing?” Falcon continued to tease.

Mark grabbed his hand, pulling him against the flow of traffic “that’s it were getting back on!” He announced “I am going to get a working gun and beat your score easy!”

Falcon was excited to see the attempt.

-

Since they hadn’t booked the second ride ahead of time the two waited in the lineup, it wasn’t long but it was longer than what Falcon expected Mark to be able to handle. But the parrots determination was so strong he forgot to be bored of waiting in line.

They finally got up to the front, Mark leading the way into the Astro Blasters car.

Falcon picked up the little toy gun at the front of his seat. “you ready?”

Mark huffed, his blaster in hand “worry about your own aim"

The cart whirled to a start, vibrating on the track as it moved forward into the familiar dark setting.

The dark interior began to glow vibrantly as aliens of all kind popped out at them.

For Falcon shooting was a natural reflex, he had many years of extensive aim training and even more years putting that training to use.

Falcon took his eyes off the targets to peek at how Mark was preforming. He could tell the parrot was struggling to make a hit as the score being displayed was pathetically low.

He holstered his blaster then gently ran his hand over Marks back until his arm was wrapped around the smaller mans shoulder. He ducked down until he was at eye level with Mark. Both of his large hands cupped Marks, forcing his elbows straight and steadying his shaking.

“You want to aim just below your target" Falcon aided

Mark was blushing from the closeness “How inappropriate would it be if we just started making out in here?” he couldn’t help but joke to break some of the sexual tension

Falcon chuckled “focus..”

With Falcons tips in mind Mark took aim and fired, with only half of the rides run time left he managed to double his previous score.

Just as the game was ending and Buzz was giving them a fond farewell Mark pumped his arm with pride “Yes I nailed it!”

“You did much better. You even beat me this time" They both knew that praise didn’t mean much, as Falcon spent most the ride tending to Marks own game.

“You let me win.” Mark smiled brightly “thanks boo~” he cooed as they were both momentarily blinded by the natural light of the sun.

Falcon stepped out of the cart and offered his hand to Mark, helping him over the step as they left, letting the other park goers take their place.

Their hands stayed firmly gripped together as they walked towards Tomorrow land.

“What do you think Gravesy? I should totally apply for my gun license now?”

Falcon made an humorously exaggerated face, one of great concern for everyone’s well being if Mark managed to get a gun. Mark elbowed him for that look.

-

Falcon had found his least favorite ride, The Matterhorn. It tossed them around with violent intensity. He was glad Mark decided to sit in his lap instead of claiming the other bobsled since he was sure the smaller bird would have been tossed out of the safety harness otherwise.

Mark’s arms were up for the whole duration, oblivious to how his arms would collide into Falcons face whenever the bobsleds made a sharp turn.. which was often!

When the ride came to a stop Falcon breathed a breath of relief. As soon as their shoulder straps were released Mark stepped out onto the platform with wobbly feet, still beaming from the adrenaline.

“Ahah! That was epic!”

Falcon got out after him, rubbing his very sore neck “Shoulder pads were too tight" he complained

“I didn’t have that problem” Mark hummed

“You barely fit in your seat. You could have slipped out of the safety gear!"

“but I had my big strong Gravesy to keep me safe” he flirted while stepping up onto the ledge of an above ground garden.

Falcon couldn’t argue with that, he’d always keep Mark safe.

“now ill help you" Mark twirled his fingers as a gesture for Falcon to turn around.

Falcon obeyed, being rewarded with a warm palm against the nape of his neck, the pressure felt nice.

Mark moved from his neck to his shoulders, using his fingers to squeeze and message the mans aching muscles.

“You know, if we go on again it might pop your bones back into place?” Mark grinned cheekily

“Not risking it" Falcon smirked

“worth a shot” Mark sighed as he continued to add pressure. It wasn’t as if he was a masseuse, so his reference pool was low, but Falcons muscles felt surprisingly firm, warm and smooth. He was chiselled like a beautiful marble sculpture, or the god of hotness himself.. was there a god of hotness?

Falcon felt so relaxed, his lids slowly closing as his battered body got some much needed R&R.

The relaxing didn’t last for too long, as there was always SOMETHING going on in the park to catch their attention.

This time it was the tuneful blare of a trumpet that had Falcon once again on high alert. “what is that?”

“ohhh! Its the parade!” Mark’s very fickle attention was now focused on the parade in the distance. “Lets get a good view!” Mark jumped up onto Falcon’s shoulders, easily the best seat in the house.

Falcon was always surprised by how little Mark weighted, and he was sure most the weight came from the number of back up phone he had hidden on his person. He joked momentarily to himself that a strong guest of wind might blow Mark off his shoulders.

Falcon followed the noise and the crowd, Mark excitedly pointing out the way was cute, but completely unnecessary as the parade was hard to miss.

He made his way back toward main street where the trumpets got louder and a big crowd was gathered around dancers, a large marching band and mascots.

Mark was already considered very tall for a bird, and Falcon had a few inches on even him. So stacked together Mark towered over the crowd and stood out like a sore thumb. The kids around them began bugging their parents for the same treatment.

The floats were lovely. Much more impressive than any parades held in the city. Those were mostly filled with advertisements..  Waddle included. The ones at Disneyland worried less about people not seeing the logo and more about giving a good performance.  Giant displays were designed with intercut colour patterns, ribbons, flowers, glitter, the works.

The Mascots were so accurate to their cartoonish counterparts. The princesses wore expansive flowing gowns, the princes in suits tailored to perfection. They danced and waves to the crowds, some even spoke through megaphones.

It was hard to hear Mark over the  live instruments, but he was talking non stop. Falcon listened the best he could but there was an unspoken understanding that not everything would be heard, he didn’t suspect it was very important but liked the endearing way Mark would excitedly ramble about things.

-

“Common Gravesy! Everyone is spinning faster than us!” Mark was at risk of popping a vein in his forehead as he desperately pushed on the large wheel that was in the center of their tea cup.

Falcon looked around him, although the ride hadn’t even started yet a lot of the tea cups were spinning in place.

Falcon stretched out his arms, rolling his shoulders in preparation “Give me a moment”

Mark turned around at the sound of joyful screaming. The tea cup was just a motion blur “I can’t even see them their going so fast..” Mark pouted

Now that he was warmed up and Mark had waited a sufficient amount of time Falcon gripped the wheel in front of them “hang on"

Mark looked around confused, the seats were totally smooth with no handles to be seen, he wasn’t sure what he should be hanging onto.

Just as the floor began to move and the music blared up loudly Falcon began to turn the wheel.

It didn’t take long for the momentum to have Mark sliding right into Falcons side.

Considering the lack of handles Mark grabbed onto the only thing he could. That was Falcon himself. He wrapped his arms around the other man, hugging his waist tight as not to restrain his arms from spinning the wheel.

“Faster! Faster!” Mark half screamed and half laughed, Falcon had a wide grin on his beak as he tested the limits of the ride. Before long they were the fastest spinning tea cup, Mark holding on for dear life as they spun circles around the other attendees.

As the ride came to a halt Mark booed through bouts of laughter, wishing it could go on longer. Falcon laughed along with him as they struggled to depart the tea cup. They walked like they were both hammered, tripping uncharacteristically over their own two left feet. Even Falcon was very clumsily using the teacups edge for balance.

A new wave of riders began pouring on to the platform,  the first sets of families gunning for the cup that Mark and Falcon had just disembarked, on the off chance its speed was a fun malfunction and not the result of a beefy armed hunk with a grueling work out routine.

The two stumbled into one another, each hoping the other would have good enough sense of direction to lead them safely off the ride and keep them standing upright.

Through a miracle they managed to walk their way out of the exit without falling on their faces. The world stopped spinning quite as violently from there but the laughter didn’t silence.

-

“Mmmff it’s so good" Marks cheeks were cutely puffed out, filled with Princess Tiana’s famous beignets. He had gotten some powdered sugar on his beak and surrounding cheeks.

Falcon didn’t even try to hide the soft endearing look he was projecting at Mark. He hadn’t yet taken a bite of his giant mutton leg.

Falcons silence and smug aura made the parrot wonder why he was being looked at that way.

“What?” he asked, having swallowed his deep fried food.

“I noticed something..” Falcon mused

Mark inspected himself, paranoid that something was off. He brushed the powdered sugar off his shirt, thinking that was the reason for Falcons amusement.

Falcon continued “I haven’t seen your phone in a few hours now..” he smiled “you didn’t even take a picture of your beignets”

“oh, you’re right!” Mark looked like he had left the oven on at home as he took out the device in question “my followers probably think I died!”

Falcon took a bite of his lunch, enjoying the savoury taste of the perfectly roasted leg.

“You must really like me to give me so much of your undivided attention” Falcon teased proudly

“Don’t get it twisted! you’re just like super distracting" Mark stuck his tongue out.

“ill take that as a complement” Falcon took a big bite out of his mutton leg.

Mark ran his hands through his hair as he tried to reshape it into something presentable. It was quite the birds nest as the variety of rides had knocked every strand out of place.

“Ugh. I am a mess. Gonna need a lot of filters on this one" Mark complained as he outstretched his arm, tilted his head and made a duck face.

“The wind blown look is pretty hot if you ask me" Falcon curled his finger in a loose strand of Marks hair.

Mark blushed and lowered his phone. He couldn’t take a picture with that bashful expression, believe it or not there was an art to making a good duck face, especially when you’re a parrot.

“Stop giving me that look. You’re making me blush" he playfully chastised.

Falcon didn’t realize he was giving Mark a look. It wasn’t intentional so he wasn’t sure he could stop it even if he wanted to.  “What sort of look should I be giving you?”

“Hey Subscribers!” Marks distinctive voice traveled through the raptors headphones.

Falcon grit his teeth together, his hand slowly began to caress his cock.

It wasn’t as if this strong feeling of self loathing was from any deep rooted moral objections to masturbation..

It was the subject of his sick sexual fantasies that made his skin crawl.. jerking it to Mark Beaks.. was so much more shameful..

On Falcons screen the parrot was doing one of his silly little dances to tinnitus inducing music. Falcon had seen these moves before during a mandatory dance break at Waddle. He recalled Mark referring to it as the Electro shuffle.

What made the dance on his screen so different to the one Mark preformed at work was his attire.. he was almost entirely lacking any clothing.

His long legs were bear with only a small pair of cheeky bikini panties to cover his hips.

For a top he only wore a thin black strip over his chest with the word Romeo written in bold white font.

Falcon rubbed his cock a little harder as Mark turned his backside to the camera. The red tail feathers that Mark hid were now his on full display, the curve of Marks ass left nothing to the imagination with only a small bit of fabric obscuring the view.

His dancing was graceful and seamless, the way his body moved mesmerized Falcon. His cock throbbed looking at his nearly naked form.

Falcon leaned closer to the screen, watching every detail of his body moving. The fan in the background wafting those silky grey feathers, the same ones that tempted him daily for a feel. He could just imagine what they’d feel like as his hands gripped at Marks sides and his thighs grind against Marks hips.. his cock buried deep in his..

Before Falcon could immerse himself further into the fantasy he heard a notification ping. Mark had sent out a pay per view to his subscribers.

He couldn’t help but think the man he was guarding less than an hour ago had gone immediately to setting up for a lude photoshoot after their time together..

He knew Mark wasn’t doing this for financial gain.. he owned the fastest growing tech company in  the world, his net worth was in the billions of dollars. He was doing this for something much more valuable to him..

“Buzz is the new currency, Gravesy"

Falcon could hear him say, as if he was there standing in the room. He knew each Pay per view purchase went right to Marks inflated ego. Although he didn’t want to join in on the celebrity worship.. he did want to see what Mark had sent.

Falcon accepted the small fee and was rewarded with an aesthetic and suggestive shot of Mark..

The parrot was almost totally unrecognisable to the man Falcon guarded on a daily basis. It was hard to imagine the dork in his button up shirt and cardigan would ever be dressed this way.

Mark was wearing a bright pink sports jacket, his hair up in space buns, his pink skirt lifted to reveal pink panties with a lovely heart shape over his crotch.

Falcon’s eyes shot open, noticing something in the background of the image. Why did Mark have a giant plushi of his body guard?!

Falcons cheek burned up with embarrassment. His eyebrows clenched as he began to type in their personal chat.

“Why do you have teddy bear of me?!” he sent the message..

He hadn’t acted this rashly in a long time.. he was regretting it instantly.

Falcon realized his anonymity was about to be sabotaged..

He tried left clicking the chat, but was unable to remove his message from the chat log.

He sighed as Mark began typing..

“Gravesy??”

“Omg I knew you were following me on here!”

Falcon closed his eyes, letting out a long, exasperated breath. He considered his choices, obviously he couldn’t show up to work again, he wouldn’t be able to handle Marks cocky little grin.

After 10 minutes of silence another notification came across his screen, this one was a video, followed by the message “just for you~”

Falcon had steeled himself for mockery, laughter.. but his curiosity got the better of him.

Was the video played Falcon was eternally grateful for his headphones, Mark was moaning so sultry it would be impossible to explain to the neighbors, even if his bachelor pad was decently sound proof.

Mark was straddling the daki of Falcon between his legs, his hips thrusting as he rubbed himself onto the soft fabric below “Ohh Gravesy~” the billionaire moaned

Falcons cock bounced, he was totally caught off guard, reminding him of his throbbing appendage.

He let the video play, taking his hand to his shaft and stroking.

“Mmmf Falcooon~” Mark moaned again, Falcons cock reacted, cum dripping from his tip.

“fuck.. Mark..” he grit his teeth, cheeks burning red. He was so embarrassed, but he couldn’t stop himself. His whole body was tense, his talons digging deep into the shag carpet below his feet

He was usually so in control of his urges, but ever since Mark… he’d letting himself become distracted, giving into primal urges.

He released just as the video was coming to an end. Mark opened his eyes for the first time, looking into the camera, so smug and sultry.

Falcon threw his head back, taking a deep breath as ropes of cum hit the underneath of his desk. He relaxed in his chair, chest rising and falling. He could still hear Mark moaning through his headphone, helping him pump out another wave.

He put his arm over his eyes, letting his body relax and his cock become soft.

After losing track of time Falcon heard another ping from his computer.

Mark: Hope that helped

Mark: I expect you to be bright eyed tomorrow.

As the name implies, Falcon was also a bird of prey, which meant most animals stayed away from him. That was what he was use to, and its how he liked it.

Even in his old home town he felt disconnected from everything around him. The old cobblestone buildings seemed to trap in the cold air. The pub was worn down but not significantly enough to be leaking, still Falcon could feel the moisture in the air as the clouds pissed rain. But that was jolly old England for you, if it wasn’t raining it was about to be.

Falcon blended in well here, his brown feathers and colourless attire practically acted as camouflage against the rest of the muddy grey hues.

Falcon stared ahead as he sipped the pint of beer the bartender was kind enough to give him on the house. Falcon wasn’t ignorant to the hawks intentions, maybe if all goes well with tonight’s trading of merchandise he’d allow himself a night of leisure and take the man up on the unspoken offer.

As the night went on the pub got busier and busier with every new animal that walked through the door Falcon got all the more irritated that it wasn’t the buyer.

“Waiting for someone?” the Hawk bartending the place was getting all to chummy. The more he tried to make small talk the less interest Falcon had in bedding the man.

At this rate the night was irredeemable, but it was about to get so much worse

With his heightened sight Falcon could see Mark the moment he stepped into the pub. The parrot stood out among the raptors, like a mouse in the middle of a field, far away from its hole.

But he didn’t scurry like a little mouse in the midst of danger. He strutted confidently, looking untouchable and giving no mind to the raptors around him. He walked right up to Falcon. “Gravesy! If it isn’t my favorite Paregrine"

As if this idiot wasn’t standing out enough with his flashy red tail, over sized shaggy lime green coat and large sunglasses indoors, now he was practically shouting, anyone who wasn’t already looking were now.

“a friend of yours?” the Hawk teased flirtatiously.

Falcon didn’t like that this man felt comfortable enough to make such assumptions.

“His boss, actually" Mark slipped his coat off his shoulder than down his arms, the hideously tacky thing was tossed to the floor half hazard. His sunglasses were the next to go.

The hawk seemed put off, it wasn’t a typical dynamic for a parrot to be bossing around a falcon.

Falcon leaned away as Mark sat down, like he was a spider that had gotten too close for comfort.

“Who’s that cutie?” Mark cooed

“No one” Falcon grumbled

“No one hm? I think he likes you" Mark nudged Falcon with his elbow

“Stop trying to interpret my love life" Falcon warned

“You could use a good boning Graves, maybe it would help loosen the stick up your ass" Mark sounded annoyed by Falcons typical stoic demeanor.

“I assure you, my mood is not the result of sparse sexual activity" Falcon hadn’t turned to look at Mark once since his arrival. But he could see Mark slowly creeping into his peripherals as the parrot leaned on the counter, wanting some eye contact.

“If you say so" Mark batted his eyelashes “do you have what I hired you for?”

Falcon looked at Mark through the corner of his eye. He considered retroactively declining their deal but.. he had already gone through the trouble of acquiring stolen tech and he wasn’t sure if it had any value to anyone besides tech tycoon and serial plagiarist Mark Beaks.

Falcon held out a small key towards Mark, it had a little tag on it with the location of where the drop box stayed.

Mark reached for it only to have Falcon close his hand around it and pull away.

“Contact me again and it will end poorly for you"

Mark shrugged off the threat “I’ve heard that before” he put out his hand like an entitled child “hand it over Gravesy"

Falcon dropped the key into Mark’s palm, disappointed when the parrot didn’t immediately leave. He put the key in his pocket and leaned back on the counter with his arms stretched into Falcons space.

“Soo..Gonna buy me a drink?” Mark cooed

“You’re a billionaire” Falcon grunted

“oh, so Chivalry is dead?” Mark pouted

The older man closed his eyes so he could try to pretend the brat was gone “Buy your own damn drink"

“You know. I could get anyone in this place to buy me a drink if I wanted" Mark boasted

Falcon sighed loudly “Then do it” he wanted nothing more than for Mark to find someone else to bother.

Mark silently rejected that challenge, he really didn’t have any interest in socializing with normies.

“Why are you shading me Gravesy?!” Mark exclaimed, slamming his hands on the counter dramatically.

You’re annoying, among other things" Falcons cold stares could make a grown man weep, but Mark wasn’t phased, he had no instinct for self preservation.

“I just paid you a lot of money to do an easy job!" Mark barked “and based on your recent bank transactions I'm the only one interested in giving you work. So you’ll order me a damn drink if I tell you to!”

What an egregious display of dominance by the little parrot. If Falcon wasn’t so impressed he’d probably be furious that anyone thought he could be yelled into submission.

“Money is the lowest form of power, Mr. Beaks" Falcon said in a calm but warning tone. He couldn’t leave Mark with the impression that he was the boss here. Mark had gotten much to comfortable with him, this had to be dealt with immediately. “Only the most insecure little men chase riches beyond their means"

“That’s just a lie the poor tell the poorer Gravesy-baby” Mark retorted “Anyone can be bought, even you"

Falcons eyes were filled with pure loathing “I am not bought”

“one thousand dollars to buy me a drink" Mark offered, his eyes half lidded as he inched closer

Falcon didn’t budge

“I knew you wouldn’t go for that..” he chuckled “you have too much pride, I gotta make it worth it to you"

“how about five thousand? Ten?” Mark looked so smug, Falcon wanted to punch that smug expression right off his beak.

“I could keep raising the price all day baby. You’ll cave eventu--"

Falcon grabbed the front of Marks shirt, yanking him off his stool, causing their beaks to collide together.

There were a million things running through the parrots head in that moment, he froze from shock as the other man bruised his beak with aggressive kisses.

Just as Mark stopped thinking and started to reciprocated the kiss Falcon shoved him back. The raptor shot up from his seat, his stool falling backward as he pulled Mark with him.

Mark didn’t have time to collect his bearings as he is dragged behind Falcon by his shirt.

 Mark put his hands onto Falcons wrist to hold himself up as he tried to walk rather than being pulled the short distance to the pubs bathroom.

It was a cramped room, with one stall and two urinals along with a double sink counter top vanity. Mark was tossed in front of Falcon, his back hitting the edge of the counter painfully.

“Can’t even afford a hotel room for our first time, Gravesy?” even with a strength disadvantage Mark was snarky as ever.

“Such a gesture would be wasted on you" Falcon retorted with a grumble. Falcon grabbed the parrots hips, hoisting him up onto the countertop.

Falcon didn’t allocate time for Mark to steady himself. He was already tugging down the smaller mans pants.

“Ohh, You’d put a ring on it if you could afford a ring big enough for me" Mark winked, trying to look collected as his hips were dragged off the counter top due to the tugging on his pants. Staying in one spot was difficult when Falcon had so much raw strength.

“You're not worth the price if a condom" Falcon tossed back, finally managing to get those snug fitting jeans off Marks legs and onto the floor.

Mark didn’t like that at all “pick those up the floor is filthy! I have to wear those la--" Mark was cut off as Falcon’s beak slammed into his again, it honestly felt like a punch to the nose but instead of pulling back it turned into a long and heated kiss.

Falcon pushed his tongue into Mark’s mouth, the taste of Baja Blast was strong on the parrots blue stained tongue.

He pulled back again, leaving a string of drool hanging between their beaks.

“I thought you’d be a better kisser, since you’re always bragging about your sexual conquests” Falcon mocked the other man as he began removing his own pants, unfastening his belt and pulling down the zipper..

Mark had a sultry look in his eyes as he watched “I hope your cock can back up the big dick energy you’re giving off"

“Do you ever shut up?” Falcon grumbled, he pushed his pants off his hips, exposing his erection.

“holy shit” Marks eyes went wide “Do you use that thing as a limbo pole at parties?!”

Falcon scowled, he hated how crass Mark was. It was revolting.

“Seriously, I’d need a ladder just to blow you" Mark wiggled his eye brows

Falcon grabbed Marks arm, pinning it against the parrots back as he twisted the smaller body around so he was bent over the counter top, his stomach pressed against the sink bowl.

“You’ve lost looking privileges" Falcon growled

Although this position was much less comfortable than the other Mark couldn’t help but get a last quip in “fair enough. When this whole saboteur thing falls through you should join the circus and charge a looking price for that behemoth!”

Falcon shut his eyes, trying to ignore the smaller mans irritating voice. He was shaking in his annoyance.

Just as Mark inhaled a deep breath, opening his mouth to annoy Falcon further. The bird of prey plunged his cock into the parrots awaiting entry. It took a few more thrusts until he was hilted, even then he didn’t stop for a moment as he pulled back then pounded forward.

“OhHHohhHh aAhh” Mark was rendered into a moaning, trembling mess. Falcons cock stretched him so wide his jaw hung open on instinct.

“What? Got nothing to say?” Falcon mocked. He could see Marks expressions in the mirror, smiling with hazed over eyes. He was completely cock drunk.

“If id known it was this easy to shut you up I would have done it sooner” Falcon rammed his cock inside, keeping his thighs flesh against Mark’s as he grinds deeper.

“Hhnnn.. awh..” Mark was gasping “So biig" The sensation was overwhelming, he craved more and less at the same time. He felt like he was being parted in half but it was a surprisingly pleasant stretch.

“Awk!" Mark squeaked as Falcon leaned forward and bit his shoulder, his beak made quick work of Mark’s shirt, tearing the fabric and clamping down onto Mark’s flesh.

Being fucked by a raptor was a vastly different experience than a duck or chicken. Mark felt like he was under Falcons will. He knew his muscles were like dry spaghetti compared to Falcons, He was left to Falcons mercy.

Mark trembled at the thrill, small streams dripped out of his thoroughly stuffed hole. He felt Falcons powerful beak break his skin like it were soft butter.

His money meant nothing here, Falcon had always known this. Falcons strength was real power. Mark could feel it every time his thick cock plunged mercilessly into him. This was as close as Mark would ever get to real strength.

“Ha..harder.. f..fuck me harder!” He was always the boss.. always in charge.. always the most powerful man in the room, but that was just an illusion.

Falcon scowled, he brought his hand to Marks beak, squeezing the parrots jaw closed. “Don’t tell me how to fuck you" he warned as he pushed Marks head against the countertop and straightened his own back so he could garner more power into his hips.

Falcon lifted up Marks hips so his cock could fuck up into him. Marks knees rested, bent on Falcons hips. Even after ravaging him Mark was still tight as he was when they began. Falcon could feel the parrot clenching  around him, it was driving him crazy.

Falcons breathing became deeper as his thrusting became more forceful. Mark grabbed onto the sink tap, trying to steady his body with no avail. Whenever Falcon drove into him he would slide up, whenever he pulled out Mark would be dragged back with him.

The adrenaline pumped so quickly through Falcon. All of his muscles were tense, he couldn’t help but grip Marks hips forcefully, leaving red imprints on the parrots skin.

Falcon suddenly felt an intense pulsing in his chest as he heard the bathroom door creek open. He was filled with an intense rage as a patron walked inside.

“Leave!” is all he had to say, his eyes like piercing dagger. His instincts had never been so prominent before now. Only trouble was, he couldn’t tell if he were keeping his mate safe or protecting a meal.

Either way, he felt possessive of Mark, this was his, anyone who tried to contradict that would be in for a world of hurt. He was lucky the man quickly hightailed it out of there, Falcons instincts told him to keep others at bay no matter the cost.

“fuck..” Falcon groaned, it was quickly becoming too much for him. His cock was so pent up he could feel it twitching, right on the edge of release.

He knew Mark was close too, the parrot was panting and moaning like he'd never heard before. Falcon strategically avoided hitting any of Marks sweet spots, a challenge when his cock was so big in a body so small, he practically rubbed everything.

With one last push deep into Mark’s entrance Falcon unleashed his pent up load. He bit his tongue as waves of cum spilled deep inside of the other man. He stilled his thrusting, making sure he was buried to the brim.

The fire in Falcons veins was intense, he felt so euphoric even as his stomach cramped and his cock twitched, another wave coursed through hhim. Mark was overflowing, cum spilled out of him even with a cock stuffing his hole.

After his orgasm was complete and his breathing steadied Falcon pulled himself out of the parrots confines.

Falcon tucked his member away, zipping up his pants when he heard Mark whining.

“Hhhnn… Falcon wait..” Mark was supporting himself on shaky legs, still leaned over the counter, looking back at Falcon. “I didn’t get to finish"

“That was intentional” Falcon raised his brow, thinking Mark would have figured that out for himself. Mark couldn’t be blamed for that moment if idiocy, he was still sex brained.

Mark put his hand between his legs, rubbing his fingers against his agonizingly sensitive hole “Please, fuck me again" he begged “I promise I can make you cum a second time!”

As tempting as that sounded Falcon had no intention on giving up this sweet victory. Mark always got his way, Falcon was possibly the only man to ever say no to him, he liked having that distinction. Falcon rolled his sleeves back down his arms as he turned to go.

“Don’t you dare leave without finishing me off!” Mark was the picture of desperation, but his entitled bratty attitude was making a strong come back.

He knew Mark’s body must be on fire, he would likely grind against anything with a pulse at this point.

A smug smile pulled at Falcons beak, the same kind of smile Mark usually wore.

The closer they got to the studio lot the more dense the crowds were, it quickly became apparent that Mark should have been in disguise while out on the street.

“O.m.g its Mark Beaks!” Someone would shout, and like a heard of sheep a crowd would gather around them.

Mark hardly seemed affected by them, It was impressive watching how he could hold a conversation and eye contact with Falcon while simultaneously signing his name on a magazine that was pushed into his hands. It’s like he had done this a million times before.

Falcon was not so accommodating to those who stepped into his space.

“Hey Mark Beaks! I need a new pfp! Say cheese!” He shoved in between Mark and Falcon, splitting them apart enough to squeeze between. The stranger put his arm around the famous parrot as their faces pressed together for a sudden photo.

Falcon felt shoving between them, on instinct he grabbed the back of the mans shirt, pulling him off of Mark. Before tossing him to the ground Falcon grabbed the phone that was held out and crushed it in his grip.

“M-my phone!… I had all the photos of my new baby on there..” the stranger deflated sadly

“Serves you right for not having an automatic back up” Mark rolled his eyes. He took some cash out of his wallet, not bothering to count it before tossing it on the man to hopefully avoid any ramifications “get a new phone and stay out of my space” he discarded the man like he were inconsequential.

Mark put his hand on Falcons arm, he walked forward, pulling Falcon with him. He knew Falcon had a habit of crushing phones when he was frustrated “were almost at the news station” Mark assured, knowing the guards on duty wouldn’t allow so many civilians on the property during filming hours.

“A news station?” Falcon had a bad feeling

“Yeah” Mark cocked his brow “Where did you think we were going”

Falcon shrugged “I thought this was it"

“These people don’t have enough reach to tell my secrets” Mark clarified

Falcon felt nervous as they approached the studio. There was a guard at the gate, keeping the people tailing them off the property “Cant you just.. tweet it out?”

“Where is the presentation in that?” Mark reasoned.

They walked into a large news room, seeing Roxanne Featherly speaking to another one of their guests.

There were more screens in here than Mark had on his private jet. They stood behind a row of cameras, all collecting multiple shots of the broadcast.

Falcon watched the interview while Mark was tapping away on his phone. It seemed like an important report, something about a cure for a terminal illness, but he hardly heard any details before the scientist was pushed aside for a story that the reporters found more worthy of the public’s time.

“This seems a little unnecessary..” Falcon grimaced as the news director called for an ad break.

The green feathered blond haired anchor approached them. She offered her hand to Mark, who initiated his hand shaking app to reach out of his phone screen and shake her hand in his steed.

She raised a brow at this act, but said nothing against it, after all he was a billionaire and could get away with such things.

“Markus you look stunning" she complemented “but could we get some hair and makeup for the other guy" she shouted towards the back of the studio as a small team of people ran out to meet her demand.

A flamingo forcefully ran her comb through Falcon’s hair while he shielded his face from the powder puff that was coming towards him.

“No, I don't need that" Falcon tries to hold back his annoyance

“These cameras add 10 years" Roxanne stated

“I said its fine" the agitation coming through in his voice causing the two assistants to take a step back.

“10 years huh? I could use a touch up, I don’t want to look a day over 25” Mark took some attention away from Falcon by having the stylists work on himself.

Falcon was thankful, having some room to breath was welcomed as he was feeling oddly overwhelmed by it all.

“What is this beak powder made from? If it’s made with anything artificial my skin will break out” Mark rambled as his beak was powered, giving it a matte look that was a lot more stylish under the blinding movie lights.

“Were on in 30 seconds" a nameless man shouted loud enough for the whole crew to hear.

The cosmetic artists stepped back as Mark and Falcon were directed to where they needed to go.

Two guest chairs waited for them on the stage, placed right next to the news anchors desk.

Falcon felt very exposed in such an open area with so many prying eyes. It took a lot to make Falcon uncomfortable, but being the center of attention wasn’t what he was use to.

“On in 10!” the man shouted, then began to count down from there.

Mark seemed at home under the bright, warm lights, the ocean of eyes on him, watching his every move didn’t seem to bother him at all, he looked in his element.

“Welcome back Duckberg! We have two very special guests who have been trending number one since this morning” Roxanne was smiling toward the camera before she turned her attention back to Mark and Falcon.

“Mark Beaks, Duckbergs youngest and tallest billionaire, are the rumors true? Have you finally made time for love in your busy schedule as a brilliant tech tycoon?”

“It wasn’t in my schedule, sometimes you need to let things be spontaneous, you never know who will come around and swoop you off your feet!” Mark really played up his part as the love-struck socialite.

“Well isn’t that sweet" Roxanne said with a warm tone that was borderline robotic “Tell me, how did you two come to be?”

Mark spoke up again, almost too excited to let the room breath “Falcon applied for a position at Waddle. He didn’t get the internship, but he won my heart instead" Mark was convincing, even if the story was a bit of a fabrication from the truth.

Roxanne seemed to focus in on Falcon now, the older mans silence was mysterious and drew her attention.

“How long ago was that? How many months have you two been an item?” she asked the raptor, wanting to puncture his stoic demeanor.

“That’s classified" Falcon stated

Mark laughed a little, playing off Falcons response as a joke “We met a while ago, it took us some time to get serious, but here we are"

“well, sometimes the path to love is a long one" Roxanne didn’t seem satisfied, she had located a potential for some great ratings.

“You must have been upset when you didn’t get that internship..” she squinted her eyes, looking for a story.

Falcons poker face was his best defense, nothing was getting through to her. There was no sign of weakness in those eyes.

“I heard Mark was thrown off a building that day, any connection?” Roxanna pressed

Mark wasn’t expecting Roxanna to bring that up, he had blogged about that incident many months ago, which in internet time was like a decade, long forgotten.

“That makes it sound a lot worse than it was” Mark assured “I actually jumped on my own.. I dropped my phone off the roof and leapt after it… Waddle phones are to die for and it survived the fall! Hashtag indestructible!!”

Mark wouldn’t let his confidence falter, weakness was exactly what smear campaigners were looking for. He just had to keep bringing the story to a positive conclusion, something he was good at.

“Amazing!” Roxanna laughed, buying into the hype “I am Waddle brand loyal for a reason!” she smiled, likely expecting a paycheck or free Waddle phones to ‘sample'

Mark wasn’t opposed to hand outs and every journalist knew it. He had most if Duckbergs newshounds in his pocket, to keep them from writing hit pieces.

“There is a lot of contrast here” she gestured to them both, their opposite natures immediately recognizable to anyone taking even a quick glance. “Is the saying true, do opposites attract?”

“I liked him the moment I saw him! It didn’t matter to me that he only had 17 friends on Beakbook" Mark cooed.

“And Falcon what about you? when did you realize you were in love with Mark Beaks?”

Falcon felt his brow twitch, a small crack in his impenetrable armor. “That is personal"

“Yes, well this is an interview about your love life" Roxanne looked much less cheerful. Falcon didn’t fit the mold of a regular guest and she was more than happy to take advantage of his weak points if it would generate more interests

After a pause that was too long even for news standards Falcon stood up from his chair “Excuse me" he walk off set, causing Marks heart to skip in fear.

Roxanne laughed awkwardly at what had just happened, she was totally dumbfounded that someone would walk out like that “Alright then” she said in a peppy tune.

“We haven’t gotten around to using the L word yet" Mark tried to recover from what was a pretty embarrassing moment. “He’s just a little shy”

“Lets talk about his criminal record” Roxanne leaned on the desk “He was arrested earlier this year at a Gala hosted by Miss Emma Glamour.. your own mother..”

“Those charges were dropped" Mark retorted but Roxanne didn’t seem interested.

“The viral video shows him in a fight at yet another Gala…Is party crashing a hobby of his?”

Mark smiled and decided that Falcon had the right idea “take ten, run commercials” he ordered as he hurried out of his seat and off set, feeling totally blindsided by this unexpected turn in the interview.

Despite knowing what bad reception this interview was going to generate Mark checked his phone, apparently a glutton for punishment.

What he saw was what he’d expected, a lot of speculation, a lot of conspiracy theories, a lot of bad memes.

He was glad Falcon didn’t have a social media presence and his Beakbook account was private (although that didn’t stop Mark from finding it when they’d first met)

Most people were under the impression that Falcon not only didn’t love Mark… but hated him.

The top trending hashtag in Duckberg was #DoItForTheMoney, where in a number of people believed the older man was benefiting financially from this relationship, and they activity supported that endeavor.

The less popular point of view used the tag #ICanSayILoveYou which sounded more in his favor but was far more irritating to him as the tag was full of simps trash talking Falcon and claiming to be a more worthy candidate. In reality Mark would call security if he ever saw them within ten feet of his person.

Before he could bring himself to mass block any and all users of the tag a notification popped onto his screen.

Pavès name lite up to the chorus of Rich Girl. Mark hesitated in answering, he got along with Pavè but ultimately knew there was not enough trust between them to be considered friends.

But a big part of Mark craved attention, and he really wanted some validation right now. He answered the phone with his usual greeting “Go for Beaks!”

“Really? It took you three rings to pick up?" Pavè sounded offended.

“Aren’t you watching the tv? I’m very busy" Mark retorted

“oh I am! Your interview is going phenomenally darling. What a brilliant ploy to generate buzz. Fake a relationship and have your boyfriend storm off stage? True drama"

So much for comforting validation, even Pavè had a conspiracy theory.

“Why is it so outlandish that I am dating someone?!” Mark walked into an empty props room to avoid being overheard in the halls.

Pavè paused for a moment “its not that you’d date someone. It’s that you’d date someone so put together when you’re so clearly not”

Mark felt an uncomfortable tightness in his chest, yes Falcon was perfect but he had to believe he wasn’t all bad either “I bring a lot to this relationship"

“Of course you do darling, you’re a billionaire!” Pavè said enthusiastically “but you’re a train wreck, you’re immature, dramatic and completely dependent on others for your emotional well being” Pavès description wasn’t one of hatred, he and Mark were two sides of the same coin after all “He’s piratical, mature and self-sufficient Why on earth would a man like that put up with you long term?”

It hurt Mark to think the only value he had was his money. It sucked even more to think Falcon was ultimately wasting his time would be better off without him.

“I gotta go, ads are going to end soon" Mark sounded completely deflated

“Don’t forget to shout me out. Kisses, Love you Darling. OH! I said I loved you, something your boyfriend couldn’t say..”

“I get it. You don’t have to twist the knife” Mark hung up, groaning loudly. He leaned forward onto a vanity just at his side.

He heard a knock at the door.

“Rooms taken” Mark groaned, burying his face in his arms.

“Mark?” The parrot recognized Falcons voice on the side of the door. “Its Falcon” that was already obvious.

Mark cleared his mind the best he could before going to open the door. It worried him how happy just seeing Falcon was making him. But that didn’t last long when he remembered their interview.

“Where did you run off to?!” Mark shouted but quickly stopped himself from getting any angrier, he switched tracks, taking a deep breath.

“I don’t expect you to love me or lie about it on TV. You could have just said we weren’t there yet” Mark sighed “it would have been a lot less humiliating then having you run off on me"

“I am sorry I left. I just didn’t want this to be how it comes out" Falcon looked nervous, it was very rare to see him this way.

After his conversation with Pavè Mark had to assume Falcon had come to his senses and realized what everyone else already knew. Falcon was way too good for him. “You’re dumping me, aren’t you?” Mark couldn’t blame him, but at least it wasn’t on national TV

“Mark” things seemed to slow as Falcon spoke, Mark was trembling.

“I love you" Falcon had never looked so soft.

They stood there quietly looking at one another as Mark processed what Falcon had said.

Mark gasped like he had been holding his breath “You do!?” his golden eyes went large like dinner plates.

Falcon nodded “I wanted to tell you at a better time. I don’t use the word lightly. I haven’t loved someone in a very long time” he admits

“I get told I am loved a lot.. like everyday. By hundreds of people" Mark closes the space between them “I think this is the first time I really feel it” he smiled warmly.

Tears of joy pricked at the corners of Marks eyes, the flurry of emotion was intense, He felt so grateful to have Falcon in his life, he didn’t know what the raptor saw in him, but there was no doubting that look in his eyes, whatever he was seeing, he adored it with all of his heart.

“I love you too Falcon"

They closed their eyes, leaning together as their beaks connected. What was supposed to be a small kiss became much more.

Something about Mark made Falcon go against every rule he lived by. Don’t get close to people, don’t get emotionally invested. His history told him this couldn’t end well, it never had before, but he was too invested to get out now.

He lifted Mark onto the vanity. Even if this ended in disaster it would be well worth it, he cherished these moments knowing it could one day end.

Falcon looked towards the door as someone knocked, he opened his mouth, but Mark pressed his hand against it, signaling him not to speak.

Mark kissed him again as the doorknob wiggled. Falcon slipped his tongue into Marks mouth, the door was locked and the would be intruder left.

Mark leaned back until his head was against the mirror. “Did you bring it?” He unbuttoned his shirt, wearing it like a cardigan with his chest and stomach exposed.

“Of course” Falcon grinned “you sure you want to do this now? We have an interview to get back to"

“Lets make them wait” Mark cooed

That was all Falcon needed to hear before ravaging the man displayed in front of him like a feast.

He leaned forward and lapped his long tongue over Marks neck. The parrot tilted his chin up, Falcon could feel his throat vibrating against his tongue as Mark hummed happily.

Falcon ran his teeth against Marks silky feathers, sinking deeper until he could feel the parrots warm skin. He closed his beak gently, nipping as Mark gasped below him.

Falcon sucked at his neck, then bit down a little harder until Mark squeaked, Falcon licked the spot, then sucked again.

Mark smirked mischievously, he knew exactly what Falcon was doing “marking me for the world to see?”

Falcon bit down again, Mark gasped in surprise. Falcon chuckled, running his tongue lovingly over the spot he had made. “I want everyone to know you’re mine”

Mark wouldn’t let just anyone put a blemish on his perfect complexion, but Falcon earned the right to leave as many love bites as he wanted. Mark wanted the world wide speculations. He wanted every duck and dog to know he was off the market for the first time since he’d gotten famous.

When Falcon had finished tattooing Marks neck he moved down to his collar bone, tracing it to the center of Marks chest.

Falcon had impeccable hearing, being this close to Marks chest he could hear the palpitations of the parrots heart. He chuckled warmly “your heart is beating so fast, my love" he teased, noticing how it got even faster when Mark heard that sweet word.

“you’re going to give me a heart attack talking like that" Mark felt the rush through his entire body, his skin tingled all over. He wasn’t sure how to regulate his excitement, he’s never had so much affection at one time before.

Falcon kissed his chest again, simultaneously going further down. “you better get use to it" he placed another kiss, this time on Mark’s stomach. “Cause I have a lot of love to give you" Falcon purred seductively.

Mark took a deep breath in as Falcon spread his knees apart and ran his large hand over his crotch. He could feel how hard Marks erection was, this didn’t surprise him. Mark was quite sensitive to Falcons sexual advances.

Falcon popped the button of Marks pants open, then proceeded to pull down his zipper.

Marks underwear was patterned with ice cream print, it definitely made Falcon want to take a bite.

He shimmied Marks clothing down his hips, leaving enough room to access his erect member and perky tail hole.

Falcon lead one of his hands to Marks erection, he grasped it firm but not to hard, just enough to feel the pulsing between his fingers.

He brought his other hand to his beak, placing two fingers into his mouth and sucking until they were lathered with spit.

Honestly, he felt like he was in collage again using spit as lube, not ideal. But it worked better than nothing in a pinch. Besides, he was sure to go nice and slow. Really make Roxanne sweat without her headlining guest.

He put his wet fingers against Marks hole, running his index finger in small circles. Mark was already relaxed due to his training, His entrance was warm and inviting but only enough to comfortably fit a finger inside, Falcons other finger would have to ease in carefully with plenty of foreplay.

Mark liked having Falcon inside of him, he had become accustomed to being penetrated due to the toys he kept inside of him, but unlike the cold hard butt plugs Falcon’s fingers were soft and warm.

Falcon added more pressure as his fingers caressed Marks entry, his engulfed index gently pushed at the boarder, stretching him open with small motions.

Falcon moved his head down, opening his beak to surround Marks member, the prefect distraction as he popped his second finger into Marks bottom.

The parrot gasped at the doubled sensations, the twinge of pleasure that shot through him as Falcon licked his erection was enough to overshadow any discomfort the other finger would have caused.

Falcon bobbed his head, simultaneously sucking on his boyfriends hardened cock. The gap between his two fingers occasionally widened but were otherwise still.

He didn’t want to risk making the inexperienced man cum before he’d inserted his new toy. If he withheld anal stimulation long enough, he could have Mark desperate and begging for the plug.

Mark was already beginning to rock his hips, becoming frustrated with the lack of stimulation, his erection was hard, the pressure building inside of him. He just needed that little spark to push him over the edge. Falcon was careful not to give the other man what he needed too soon. It was cruel to make him wait but the end result would be worth it.

“Nnngh, damn Falcon, move" Mark vented as his back arched, he really needed to cum, his body was feeling so buzzed like his muscles were jelly.

“Almost there..” Falcon shushed, enjoying the quivering he witnesses as he spread his fingers further apart, nearly as divided as they could be.

“mmf..” Mark bit the bottom of his beak, his eyes closed tight “please fuck me already” his voice shook

“I’m still too big for you" he teased, knowing an intimidating size was what Mark wanted right now. “Be a good boy and I’ll fill you up soon"

“Give me something!” Marks stomach was starting to cramp from how tense he felt being unable to release.

Falcon took the largest sized plug from his suitcase. It was matte black with his name engraved on the end, so anyone who got a look at Mark’s ass would know exactly who it belonged to (before immediately being pulverized for daring to look!)

Falcon left a trail of saliva over Marks butt one last time before inserting the tip of the large bulb shaped toy. He pushed it up until Mark began to stretch.

Simultaneously Falcon takes Mark’s erection into his mouth, sucking while plunging the toy up into him. Mark practically jumped onto it, so eager to be filled. The noise the parrot made was magical, an incredible mix of surprised as the toy stretched him wide and a moan as he released, his body swept up in orgasmic pleasure.

Marks eyes rolled back, his beak opened wide gasping for air. Falcon kept Marks cock buried in his throat, swallowing his cum until Mark was spent. He pulled off him, licking his beak as his hands ran down Marks stomach, feeling it expand and deflate with his heavy panting. The parrot was coming down from his high, his body relaxed again.

Falcon straightened his back, standing tall over Mark as the younger mans stamina quickly returned. He leaned up, legs still spread wide, the base of the anal plug on display. Falcon felt a surge of gratification seeing his name under Marks cherry red tail.

Mark had a mischievous glint in his eyes, it was very apparent he wasn’t done yet. He stood onto the floor , the short drop to his feet enough to make the plug known as he felt the jolt of pain, similar to what he felt the first few days with sizes one and two only more intense.

“You'll have to take it easy for a while" Falcon smirked as he took Mark’s hand, incase the younger bird needed something to lean on.

“No time for that" Mark whistled as he bent over to hoist his own pants back into place. Once he was buttoned and zipped up Mark turned all of his attention to Falcon.

“your turn lover boy" Mark’s slender hand ran down to Falcons crotch, he could feel that hard outline tucked into the elastic band if his pants so it wouldn’t cause a tent to form. “I didn’t know you had a third leg” he cooed

Falcons face went a bright red colour, his cock throbbed with intensity.

Before either of them could react there was a clicking sound as a key unlocked the door they were hidden behind.

Falcon’s back was turned to the intruder, Mark looked at them with annoyance.

“Oh Mr.Beaks. My boss is looking for you um..” The intern stammered sheepishly “please come to set when you’re.. able" the man averted his eye

“Oh bummer” Mark complained, removing his hand from Falcon’s dick “Were on our way" he said while buttoning up his shirt. The intern took that as his cue to leave.

Mark could feel the heat coming off Falcon like a radiator. “Stay hard till were done. Ill let you wreck my throat after we finish up this interview”

“Isn’t Roxanne just going to make us look bad?” Falcon questioned, feeling they should cut their loses and leave, but maybe that was just his arousal talking.

“She can try. I was a little frazzled earlier, but I know how to turn this around. I’ve gotten out of much worse PR nightmares than this one" he insisted confidently. “Ill do most of the talking, just agree with me and keep your responses short and sweet”

Falcon took initiative, holding Mark’s hand as they left the room, he hated the nosy onlookers but he wasn’t ashamed. If they wanted to see how much love he had for Mark, he would show them.

Roxanne looked miserably bored as they walked out onto set, seeing the weather man enjoying his long extended spotlight, going on about the intricacies of cloud formation.

“Oh thank Zuse" Roxanne muttered excitedly upon seeing her guests return. She sat up straight with a large smile as Mark and Falcon took their seats.

Mark flinched, his face twitched in momentary pain as he sat down. The hard surface of the chair an unfriendly reminder of the toy he was harboring.

The show of pain was brief, Mark was a professional after all. Still Roxanne had noticed and, being a good host, wanted to clarify his wellbeing.

“Are you alright?”

“Just fine. The chairs are harder than I remember" he brushed away her concern “as a billionaire my chairs have better padding" It was easier to make her think he was so over indulged in his rich life style that he couldn’t handle industry standard chairs than the truth.

“Lets get back to it then" She looked to the camera “and were back after that brief intermission”

“Where were we. Ah yes. Falcons criminal record" her tone sounded like an accusation, she was still on the war path.

But Mark was ready for it this time “I take responsibility for that" Mark said with sorrow, already hamming it up “My mother would do anything to keep us apart"  he put his hand to his forehead, the typical woe is me, gesture.

“Oh my. A disapproving mother?! How terrible” she sound genuinely concerned

“Yes. Poor Falcon has dealt with so much. Our relationship has been scrutinized everywhere we go” he shook his head in disappointment.

“And in Tolkyolk?”

“He was just protecting me. There were some unscrupulous people at that party. The Cardinal’s had very poor security"

Falcon smirked, Mark was such a cheeky bastard and he loved it.  Mark was the one who provided F.O.W.L the tickets.

“Oh dear, I am sorry you were attacked somewhere you should have been safe” she offered her comfort

“We thought it would be best to keep things a secret. But my fans deserve to hear it” a lie “my fans mean everything to me, it hurt keeping this from them but I know they’ll understand”

Roxanne knew a salacious story about star-crossed lovers was much more click worthy than whatever hit piece she could string together. Mark was a vault, he knew the game better than anyone. She wouldn’t get anything out of him he didn’t want to reveal. Besides people loved a story about lovers overcoming impossible odds.

“Classic Romeo and Juliet” it was such a cheesy comparison, but who didn’t love cheese.

Mark knew he had flipped the script, and Roxanne was eating it up. “No one can keep us apart” he put his hand on Falcons knee, it was under the desk where the camera’s could not spot. “I would give up everything for my Falcy"

Falcon felt a shiver go up his spine as Marks hand wondered up his thigh. He remembered Marks order to keep erect, it was painful to do so for so long, but he couldn’t go flaccid even if he wanted to, not when he knew what Mark planned on doing to him after, the thought was stuck in his mind.

“Before we end this segment how about a kiss between the two love birds?”

Mark shook his head, although he would love to flaunt his perfect boyfriend he knew this was the kind of thing Falcon hated, he wasn’t very keen on public displays of affection, and live Tv was as public as it got “Were not--"

His attempt to decline the suggestion was silenced by Falcons beak pressed against his own.

Marks eyes widened, shocked by the sudden display of affection in front of an audience of thousands.

Roxanne and the staff were elated as they hooted and hollered, their viewer numbers were on the rise.

The kiss lasted a smidge longer than was necessary, Falcon and Mark got a little carried away, nearly forgetting they weren’t the only ones in the room.

The rest of their goodbyes were just a blur of pleasantries. It was shocking but even Mark had had enough of the spotlight, he wanted nothing more than to be locked in an empty room with Falcon.

Mark had called a buddy to pick them up in advance, as soon as they left through the back door of the TV station the little robot was there waiting.

Falcon put his hand out towards the limousines door handle, but Mark had Falcon up against the car before he could even open it.

Falcon could of course move Mark away if he wished. He only stayed in place because he wouldn’t dare to break the long heated kiss Mark was giving him.

It wasn’t until Mark’s hand slipped into Falcons trousers that he suddenly had enough sense to know they were going to need some privacy.

Falcon pushed his back off the car, the kiss deepened as Falcon fumbled with one hand to find the door handle.

When he finally opened the car door he let himself fall into the back seat with Mark jumping on top of him. He slammed his hand into a button on the side of the door, causing it to hiss close automatically.

Mark sat up on top of the raptor. If Falcon didn’t know better he would have swore Mark was a bird of prey based on how hungry those golden eyes were. Falcon would happily fall prey to this parrot.

Mark shimmied down Falcons body. With just his beak Mark undid the button on Falcons pants, showing off  what intricate things his mouth could do. He then hooked his beak onto Falcons zipper, pulling it down until he could see Falcons bulge practically bursting at the seams of his boxers.

He pulled those jeans down to Falcons knees, the underwear soon followed.

When he saw Falcons double digit erection Mark had a look of greed in his eyes that raveled even that of Scrooge Mcduck.

Falcon wondered what had gotten into the other man, well that was obvious, it had to have been the toy permanently pressed against his prostate that was driving this arousal.

Mark licked Falcons shaft from the bottom to the tip.

“Falcon.. tell me again that you love me"

“Mark I Laaaah-" Falcon moaned as Mark wrapped his mouth around his tip “I love you Mark Beaks"

Mark sunk down a little deeper, his eyes half lidded, hazed over with desire. He bobbed back up “why do you love me?” He licked the precum off the tip of Falcons cock.

The raptor jerked his hips, Marks tongue was so warm it made Falcons cock feel frostbitten in comparison.

“So many reasons" Falcon breathed heavily

“Say them" Mark pressed, laying small kisses on Falcons member.

Falcon had to think of where to start, but it was a hard thing to do when Marks hot breath was driving him wild.

Falcon took a deep breath “I love how your eyes dilate whenever you see something you like” he held back a moan as Mark ran his long tongue up his shaft “and restrict whenever you’re pissed”

Right now the black of Marks eyes were huge as he looked at the other man, he must see something he really loved.

“Keep going" Mark ordered, his own breathing had gotten heavier as he sinks his mouth down onto the raptors boner again.

Falcons neck craned as he tried to muster to ability to speak

“I love how emotional you are” he felt his cock sucked hard “You never hide your feelings to appease anyone. Your brutal and stubborn" he huffed as Mark sank down, Falcon’s cock was only a quarter of the way in and already it was pressing on his uvula and making his cheeks look like a squirrels “you don’t take shit from anyone"

Marks eyes were closed now, just listening to his praises and concentrating. Both of his hands were on the thick root of Falcons member, holding the beast in place while he worked.

Mark sucked his way back to Falcons tip, he pulled off with a pop then gasped for air “Don’t stop” he supported himself on his knees, his ass up and his arms resting on Falcons thighs

Mark took a deep breath like he were going deep sea diving and wasn’t sure when he would resurface.

“I love your confidence” he huffed “people say you have an ego but its not without warrant”

Mark nearly fit half of Falcon into his maw before meeting resistance. Falcon could feel his cock hit the back of Marks throat. He wouldn’t have complained if Mark didn’t go further, but the parrot was determined to swallow him whole.

“Nnngh ahhh!” Falcon couldn’t hold back his moans, not when he felt the tip of his cock squeezing down Marks tight throat.

Mark tucked one of his arms underneath his own lithe frame, his fingers pressed against the bulge in his khakis, rubbing himself

“You have.. such a small beak" Falcon was beginning to struggle with his train of through “but one of the biggest and brightest smiles" his talons grabbed the leather seats below them.

Mark pulled himself off Falcon in one smooth motion, then before the raptor realized it Marks mouth sank right back over his dick again. He bobbed his head like this multiple times, stretching out his throat, taking Falcon a little deeper each time.

“Awwh, fuck! Mark!!” Falcon could hardly contain himself, he didn’t know why he couldn’t maintain his disciplined nature around him.

“I love the purple tint to your mask. I love every single stripe on your back, I even love your mandatory dance breaks"

Marks toes curled as he rubbed the fabric between his hand and his erection, wishing his pants weren’t in the way but not wanting to stop long enough to remove them.

He was moaning now, the sounds muffled by Falcons cock. The raptor could feel the vibrations as the sounds flowed through Marks throat.

Mark wasn’t joking when he said his throat was going to be wrecked, he only had an inch or two to go now, Falcon couldn’t imagine where the small parrot was fitting it all.

Mark swallowed hard, Falcons cock being pulled in further by Marks throat muscles. The raptor tensed, feeling he wouldn’t be able to hold it back any longer.

“Mark I’m going to cum" he warned, not wanting to surprise Mark like he did last time.

Mark lifted his head, sliding Falcons rod out of his throat. Falcon believed Mark was pulling off his cock completely, not wanting cum in his mouth a second time.

But to his surprise Mark jerked his head down again until not even an inch was left out.

Falcon jerked his hips up and moaned, he couldn’t handle the sensation of Marks throat contracting, squeezing his cock tight, his tongue licking the root of his dick. He tore the leather seats cushions with his talons as his body could no longer handle the build up. His whole body trembled as he released

Mark was simultaneously deep in the thralls of pleasure. He spread his legs far apart and rubbed himself until he could no longer hold back. He moaned around Falcons cock as he came.

Falcon rode through the waves of pleasure, shooting his load down Marks throat, admittedly not having very far to travel to his stomach. His knuckles were white from grabbing the chair so aggressively.

Mark made a number of gulping sounds, his bodies reflexes were in full force as he swallowed hard against the foreign object in his throat.

As soon as Falcon began to go soft Mark pulled slowly off of him. It was like watching magic trick Taking place right in front of his eyes.

Mark breathed in deep as soon as his mouth was cleared, he coughed slightly, then cleared his throat. He could still feel the pulsing of Falcons member in his throat. Now that the adrenaline had died down he was admittedly pretty sore.

Mark picked himself up, sitting carefully across from the mini fridge. He opened it to a variety of sugary energy drinks. He cracked open a redbull and chugging it to clear his throat. He didn’t mind the burning sensation the carbonated drink caused.

“do you have any water?”

Mark shook his head while he tilted his neck back, draining the can of the bubbly liquid. “There is Gatorade” Marks voice was scratchy.

Falcon sat up, accepting the drink. He realized it was basically just sugar water but he should replace some electrolytes after he sweat so much.

As he drank Falcon noticed Mark adjusting in his seat, holding himself up.

Falcon moved into the seat beside him, scooping Mark into his arms and placing him on his lap, his legs spread just enough that Mark’s rear wouldn’t be agitated when the car went over bumps in the road.

“You know I didn’t finish listing everything I love about you"

“Would you like to keep going? I could listen to you praising me all  day" Mark put his arms around Falcons neck, resting on his broad shoulders.

“I love that you never stopped bugging me"

Mark frowned “that one seems kind of back handed"

Falcon smirked “I had up a lot of walls, I didn’t let anyone get close to me” he admitted “if you’d just given up.. I’d be exactly where I was" Falcon kissed Marks cheek “thank you for being such a pest"

Mark tried to bite back a smile, he knew Falcon was teasing, he shouldn’t feel so flattered when being called a bother. Still he couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. “you’re the worst. I should have left you in jail" his cheeks were cherry red

He was going to, as Mark would say ‘crush’ this holiday! He had been planning this day since January and the payoff would be grand.

It took some time to get on the same page as Mark, they’d been dating since September of last year and had very distinct styles of approaching the holidays.

For Halloween Falcon hadn’t thought to dress up at all to the big costume party he attended with Mark. The parrot was disappointed  and everyone mistook Falcon for a waiter. That was embarrassing.

On Christmas Falcon got Mark a sensible gift, a nice pair of slippers. Mark had been complaining about how cold the floors were in Falcons new apartment. He had gotten so use to the heated floors in his own mansion that regular floors were a discomfort.

Falcon couldn’t afford to have heated titles installed and Mark seemed to love the gift, particularly he was excited to have something to keep at Falcons place.

But the seeds of doubt were sown when Falcon noticed the gifts Mark’s fans sent in were far more flashy than slippers.

New years.. Falcon could hardly remember what happened, they’d both gotten pretty drunk, but generally its been regarded as a very very good time.

But still! Falcon felt he needed to give Mark a Woah moment. Some big grand gesture of his affection, something that Mark could blog and gush about fondly.

Falcon was typically a very simple guy, but with everyone making these bold and grand gestures of their love for Mark, the raptor needed to over compensate, and make an even bolder and grander gesture.

What better opportunity than Valentines day, the day of love.

Despite being a no nonsense raptorial bird, Falcon could be romantic and over the top if he wanted to be. He would prove it today! Because, as was stated before he was going to crush this Valentines day!

He picked out a light and casual outfit with pink trim to celebre the festivities. If he knew Mark the parrot would be dressed with a valentines theme, as he never missed an opportunity to go all out. Mark would be happy that they’d matched without coordinating outfits ahead of time.

He entered the breakfast nook where Mark was waiting. His apartment was the epitome of minimalism, he didn’t own a damn thing. He never had use of furniture as he was always staying in hotels, constantly moving to wherever his work took him.

He only got this apartment because things were going so well with Mark. He didn’t think moving in with the billionaire was the best option, since moving too quickly could be a fatal mistake in any relationship.

Mark was sitting in one of the two chairs Falcon owned, his legs were crossed as he was tapping on his phone.

To Falcons surprise Mark wasn’t dressed up like he thought he would be. Even so he was sure today would be perfect.

“Are you ready to head out?” Falcon asked, putting his hand on Mark’s shoulder.

“Ugh yeah. Everyone is such a bummer today!” Mark stuck out his tongue in disgust “it’s all Valentines this, Love core that!”

Falcon paused, feeling a ping of concern “is there something the matter with that?”

“Yeah! Valentines is the worst!” his cheeks puffed up in irritation “it’s a stupid holiday"

Falcon frowned “this isn’t just because you’ve been single every Valentines day until now is it?”

Mark pouted and looked away stubbornly “I was dumped on Valentines.. And its sucked every since”

“Oh.. I’m sorry" Falcon felt his teasing had been insensitive. Mark must have been really torn up about this break up, considering he’s only hearing about it now.

“It’s fine. Just brings back memories..” Mark looked at Falcon then smiled “I'm just happy to be spending the day with you and without all that noise.” He hugged Falcons arm lovingly "What are we doing today?”

Falcon froze, the heart shaped air balloon ride, the ferry through the waterfalls mist, the a cappella group he had hired to sing for them as they dined on a beach side gazebo.

All of these things would just be reminders of Valentines day!

“Oh.. no plans I just needed to do some.. errands like.. grocery shopping!” He lied, rubbing the back of his neck.

It was very unconvincing, especially considering lying was in his job description, but Mark was gullible despite his brilliance, he believed everything.

“I could get someone to do that for you..” Mark offered

“No it’s fine. There are certain things I want to get. It will be easier to go myself”

“I cant remember the last time I went to a supermarket" Mark mused “I’ll come with you!”

-

“Gravesy this is sooo boring!” Mark whined from inside the shopping cart Falcon was pushing. His legs hung over the back of the cart, and his arms draped over the sides.

“I told you it would be"

“Yeah but you failed to convince me, so this is still your fault" even with a disguise Mark was getting quite a bit of attention with his antics.

“careful you don’t crush the bread" Falcon warned as he put a loaf in the basket beside his childish boyfriend

Mark turned himself around and sat up so he was facing Falcon.

“oh! get some avocados!" Mark pointed to the produce. “If I’m going to be hanging around your place you should have more foods that fit my refined pallet”

Falcon carried out the request, bagging a few of the green fruit. “what pallet? you ate McDonalds for breakfast and dinner yesterday" He teased as he placed the bagged produce in the cart with Mark.

The African grey blushed “Those were cheat meals”

“You don’t need to explain yourself. I’m glad you’re eating" he assured

Mark’s blush got stronger.

“What else can I get for you?” Falcon offered

“A bigger bed"

The raptor chuckled “my bed is king sized and you’re small. You don’t need a bigger bed. What are you going to do? Make snow angles in my sheets?”

“I would like the option!”

“You’re just going to have to deal with the bed" Falcon smirked “anything I can get you from here?”

 Mark looked around, his eyes widened at the sight of a candy wall.

“There!” Mark stood up in the cart, he rushed to climb out, managing to get his foot stuck and face planting onto the polished concrete.

“Mark!” Falcon rushed to his side, wishing he’d have asked for help instead of recklessly climbing out of there.

“Are you alright? It sounded like you hit the ground really hard" he knelt beside Mark, carefully moving his body in what way he could to inspect the damage

Mark lifted himself onto his hands and knees “ew, my face was on the floor"

“is that your concern right now? You could have broken your beak"

“do you know how many people walk on this floor everyday? Its disgusting!” Mark knelt up, rubbing his hands on his trench coat in disgust.

Falcon figured Mark was fine if this was his primary concern. He stood back up, assuring the concerned bystanders that he was ok.

“so what was worth nearly getting a concussion over?” Falcon inquired

“The candy wall, obviously!” Mark jumped back to his feet, leading the way to the wall of plastic bins that were filled with bulk goodies.

“Get anything red, red always tastes the best" Mark said while pouring a scoop of Swedish berries into the plastic baggie provided.

Falcon looked at the options with more impulse control as he carefully decided what he wanted.

Mark was filling a bag with marshmallow bananas when he looked over to Falcon scooping up strange black chewing candy.

“What? I like black licorice” Falcon said as he noticed Mark looking.

“I’m not surprised"

“What’s that mean?” Falcon raised his brow in question

“I’m just questioning your taste is all"

“Don’t question it to hard. I am dating you after all" Falcon fairly pointed out

Mark imitated a surprised gasp  “Am I the licorice of people?!”

“Yup. Delicious” Falcon popped one of the black candies into his mouth. He looked at Mark as he tied up another bag.

“You’re going to make yourself sick with all that" Falcon noticed at least 6 bags of candy in the cart

“Ill be fine! I got avocados, those are healthy” Mark put a bag of blue shark gummies into the cart.

“Let’s get out of here before you get enough candy to put yourself into a sugar coma”

Mark gave Falcon a dirty look as he unwrapped a heart shaped lollipop and put it in his mouth. He headed towards the exit, walking right passed a teller.

“Mark hold on a second I have to pay for this”

Just send me the bill” Mark waved at the lady behind the counter.

The cashier looked nervous “uh, what?” she couldn’t recognize Mark behind his flashy latter shades and cap

“Never mind him. He’s from a world of his own" Falcon said as he put Mark’s candy onto the conveyor belt.

Mark did eventually stop his progression when Falcon fell behind. He took his phone out, waiting as Falcon finished his transaction to pay for the goods.

“That’s a very inefficient way of doing things" Mark said as Falcon joined him and they started walking.

“how do your customers pay for things?” Falcon raised his brow

“Waddle stores have advanced facial recognition software” Mark said “people take what they want, Waddle bills them directly"

“Aren’t you worried about people taking what they want and not paying?”

“Geavesy I pay other people to worry about that stuff for me. But rest assured the consequences of stealing from me are dire"

Falcon smirked he took the lollipop from Mark’s Beak and put it in his own mouth.

Mark was stunned he reached for the stick only to hear a loud crunch come from Falcons mouth

“You’re on thin ice now Gravsey, I was enjoying that!"

Falcon removed the plastic stick that was now barren of any candy. “Sorry Mark, you just made it look so good" he teased

“Don’t gloat! Now I want something of yours in return!”

Falcon held out the bag of goodies they’d received. “you’re welcome to my licorice if you want"

“Ew no. You must have gotten something else” he looked through the bag of mostly his goods.

“This is what was so important you didn’t want me to send someone to pick it up for you?” Mark looked into their single bag of groceries with disappointment “all you got was bread”

Falcon realized he’d been caught in a lie.

“Its.. important bread" Falcon said nervously.

Clearly Mark was not buying it, but in a show of great mercy he decided to let it go “I’ll just assume it’s a working class thing I am not privy to"

Falcon was relived. He really had no reason to go to the store today. Actually if things were going by his original schedule they both be cuddled up together in a horse drawn carriage riding through the park right now.

But those plans would have to be postponed. He couldn’t bring himself to cause Mark to relive that bad break up.

He looked softly at Mark, who had gotten into his baggy of green frog shaped gummies. He couldn’t imagine breaking his heart, willingly deciding to cut him out of his life was entirely unthinkable. Mark’s ex was a fool.

-

It was hard trying to get through the day while avoiding love day related things. It seemed everyone was celebrating.

Falcon had never noticed this any year prior, it was cruel how you only notice things when you’re specifically trying to avoid them.

Falcon worked hard to keep Mark from seeing anything that he thought would upset him. Duckberg was so wasteful with its citywide decorating initiatives. If he paid taxes he would be quite upset with this careless spending.

It was getting late as they finished the trail around Duckberg central park. Falcon tried to understand what Mark was yapping about, but the parrot had gotten carried away on a technological topic that Falcon found hard to follow. Still, he could appreciate how passionate the parrot was, it was endearing how he’d get lost in a topic.

Their walk to Falcons apartment wasn’t anything unusual, but together it felt absolutely exceptional. Just being in Mark’s company made Falcon happy, even the mundanity of life was given more colour. The brown shades of the buildings interior popped more brightly to him, while in the past he would be distracted by all the architectural flaws, with Mark he hardly took notice.

Just before he unlocked the door to his place he felt a hand grab his.

“Let’s go to the roof" Mark suggested "I want a picture overlooking the city with the pink backdrop"

“Ok We'll watch the sunset then I’ll get started on dinner" Falcon agreed

Mark was walking pretty quickly just to get a photo. He seemed very enthusiastic as he lead the way ahead of Falcon.

They’d gotten up to the top level of the stairwell, opening up a heavy metal door that lead onto the roof.

Falcon had expected the rooftop to be industrial and sterile as any other. But as they emerged Falcon realized Mark had plans of his own.

The roof was draped in fairy lights and illuminated by an assortment of lite candles. There was a small round table covered in a white cloth. The table was already set with food and wine.

Falcon was speechless

“I know you don’t like big gestures Gravesy" Mark blushed, he entwined his fingers together bashfully. “I’m not very good at making gestures that aren’t big.. so if this is too much we can go back downstairs"

Falcon looked at Mark, his features were so soft in the fading light “This is perfect” the raptor stood in front of Mark, the look in his eyes told Mark more than what could be expressed with words.

Mark melted as Falcon’s thumb ran over the bottom of the parrots short beak, gently persuading his mouth to part.

Falcon leaned down, kissing Mark deeply, his own beak gaped as their tongues glided together.

They continued to kiss until the sun had completely lowered behind the horizon. The sky was black with purple hues, the city lights polluted the sky, making the stars shine less brightly, but they weren’t missed as Falcon and Mark were completely enraptured in each other to notice.

Their beaks parted but they stayed close. Falcon’s arms draped around Mark’s hips where they felt most comfortable. Like their bodies had been designed for one another to hold.

“You’re fantastic”

Mark’s heart was fluttering, it felt like his chest was squeezing in on him. “I’m glad I didn’t hire a live band for this" he admitted, feeling this moment was too intimate to be shared.

“Anything else would be too much" Falcon chuckled

“you sure? Cause I got you a car as a back up gift just in case this didn’t do it for you” Mark’s tone was playful but Falcon didn’t doubt his words

“No, this is great" he assured

“Oh good. I’ll scrap the car than"

“you do too much for me” Falcon squeezed Mark’s hips

“I really didn’t do much at all” Mark admitted, paying someone to set up a little dinner for them was no sweat off his brow.

“you planned out this whole thing for me. And I..” Falcon chuckled and shook his head “I’m an idiot. I have nothing to give you in return”

“Falcon I don’t need you to buy me things, I can buy myself my own things” he assured, sounding like he was gloating just a little

“You spent all day with me and I didn’t even have to pay you or buy you stuff. You made me feel special just by doing that" Mark was grateful to feel that he was liked for more than what he could provide others.

“You are very special" Falcon said honestly and without hesitation “I like having you around"

Mark smiled softly “I know. I can tell that every time you look at me"

“And I was always told my poker face was flawless” Falcon mused cheerfully, he leaned in and suddenly kissed Mark’s forehead, his cheek and the top of his beak “guess I’m just overflowing with fondness, I cant hide it" he attacked Mark with another barrage of kisses.

“You’re so sappy!” Mark giggled the pecks were oddly ticklish the way Falcons beak gently brushed across his face, going from place to place, leaving a trail of kisses.

It took Falcon a long time to feel fulfilled with his life, He never expected this bratty parrot to actually bring him the peace he was after.

After all Mark was anything but peaceful.

“Oh look!” Mark announced suddenly pointing to the night sky as fireworks were set off in the distance.

Falcon checked his wrist watch. Had it really gotten so late already? this was to be his last big gesture after their beach side dinner

“how about dinner and a show? Before the food gets cold" Falcon suggested, realizing some time has passed since they made it to the rooftop, the wax was starting to pool at the bottom of the candles.

“Its probably already at a gross lukewarm temperature by now" Mark whined as they walked to the table. Falcon pulled out Mark’s chair for him, then took his seat across from him.

Mark stared off into the distance as the fireworks continued blasting. “Oh was that one my face!?” Mark grinned

“I thought you’d like that” Falcon smiled, he watched the fireworks through the reflection in Mark’s eyes.

“You know how I love to showboat!” Mark pulled out his phone “oh I should be filming this! It’s perfectly on brand for me"

Mark pressed record, capturing a small portion of the show for his viewers.

“You don’t mind then? The reminder of Valentines is not upsetting you?”

Mark looked at Falcon a little perplexed by the question

“Why would I be upset?”

“Earlier you said you went though a bad break up.. you hated valentines ever since. I didn’t want to bring back any of those bad memories"

“Well, it was painful when Annette dumped me..” Mark sighed

Falcon looked surprised “Wait…your ex's name is Annette?” he knew Mark had come to terms with his sexuality in highschool. As far as Falcon knew, Mark hadn’t dated a women since then.. which meant..

“Yes, Annette Blackwood. We were a real power couple in primary school”

“Primary school!?” Falcon’s jaw fell open

“Yeah. She was my first girlfriend. We ran the playground, decided when naptime would be. A real power couple”

“I thought you were seriously hurt by this!” Falcon was very animated, his eyes wide. “You know how many plans I canceled because I didn’t want to open old wounds!”

“I am hurt! It was a very bad break up!” Mark insisted

“It was over 20 years ago! You were 5!” Falcon was both amazed and humored

“You weren’t there! She dumped me in front of the whole class! It was humiliating!”

Falcon rubbed his hands over his face, failing to stifle his laughter at what a ridiculous situation this was. All this trouble over avoiding valentines just for a bombshell like this to drop, it was tragedy meeting comedy

Mark was enjoying this reaction, in his opinion Falcon had a strong and pleasant laugh. He wished he could record it and make a 10 hour loop. But that was the sort of thing Falcon wasn’t accustomed to.

“She may have stabbed me in the back but I got my revenge. I cut off one of her pigtails during nap time”

Falcon chuckled some more “That.. certainly sounds like something you’d do"

Mark put his elbows on the table, smiling dreamily at Falcon. “I did her a favor really, that hairdo was a nightmare”

“I’m sure she’d thank you now if she could" Falcon teased sarcastically “I hope today helped redeem valentine’s for you at the very least"

“Mmm, if anything my standards are too high now" Mark admitted

“I guarantee I’ll top it next year" Falcon promised

Mark’s heart fluttered “next year hm?”

Falcon leaned over the table, getting closer to the parrot “I hope I’m not being too presumptuous”

Mark was absolutely smitten by his words “not at all”

“I hope you’ll be my Valentine for many years to come” Falcon reached across the table, taking Mark’s hands inside his “I’m in love with you Mark Beaks”

Mark’s cheeks burned up, Falcon was so blunt, the parrot didn’t see it coming.

After a moment to process that confession Mark practically screamed with joy “ahh you said it!” Mark had been waiting for this day.

Falcon blushed, expressing himself with words wasn’t always easy for him. Mark on the other hand had told Graves he loved him the third time they’d met, he had caught the parrots phone before it smashed onto pavement, apparently that was worthy for a confession of love.

Mark wore his heart on his sleeve, he shared his every emotion even when it came on a whim. Falcon didn’t doubt that Mark’s confession back then was genuine. It was just another reason he loved the parrot, he was so straightforward.

“I love you too Gravesy! I love you so much!” Mark practically threw himself across the table, wrapping his arms around Falcons neck in a close hug.

“You’re the best thing in my life. And that’s saying a lot because my life is pretty awesome!" Mark nuzzled his face into Falcons neck.

The raptor leaned down, kissing the top of Mark’s head. He realized it had probably been a long time since Mark had genuinely heard those words spoken to him.

“Don’t cry" he comforted softly, feeling the tears in his feathers

Mark pulled away, sitting back in his chair, rubbing the back of his hands over his eyes “Their happy tears" he assured “you just make me so happy, I cant help it"

Falcon stood up, dragging his chair beside Mark’s, wanting not obstructions in his way. “You make me feel things I thought I’d never feel. I will spend everyday trying to repay you for that"

“you already have" Mark leaned over, softly kissing him on the lips. Falcon kissed him in return.

The next moments were blurry, their passion hazing over their minds and closing out the rest of the world. They moved so seamless and smoothly with one another, like a choreographed dance.

Mark couldn’t recall when but at some point Falcon removed the table cloth and laid it out on the ground. Mark followed next, positioned on the ground, looking like the most beautiful display.

They kissed as they undressed, leaving not a single scrap of clothing between their naked forms.

It didn’t take long for their bodies to become entangled in one another. They found it unimportant to decipher where Falcon stopped and Mark began, they felt like one being, finally becoming whole after being halves for so long.

Mark moaned into the night sky, too far for anyone but Falcon to hear his loud professions of love. The parrot gazed up at the stars, feeling euphoric.

For once Mark felt so small, and he was comforted by that feeling. The pressures of fame and expectation seemed so fruitless to him now. He had wasted so much time chasing the wrong things, this is what he needed to be happy, he needed Falcon.

The candle sticks began to burn out as they reached the end of their wick everything went darker until they could no longer see.

Falcon felt the parrots arms around him, holding so tight it was as if he’d float away if Mark let him go.

“I’m staying" he whispered softly “I’m not going anywhere” his voice was softer than it had ever been, he wondered if he even spoke at all.

They moved together in unison, their bodies warm despite the cool breeze around them. Falcon could feel their peaks arriving, both sad to have it end and overjoyed to have experienced it at all.

It felt like they had just fallen off Waddle tower for a second time. They were together this time and they knew of the trampoline waiting for them at the bottom.

For those few seconds they felt totally weightless. Their bodies stayed entwined together until the sweat on Falcons back began to feel cold. Reality of the world around them began to sink in, Falcon could hear the cars down below in the streets, and the fireworks still going off.

Falcon rolled onto his back panting heavily alongside Mark. Neither of them moved while they caught their breath.

“Wanna move out to the woods and live off grid with me?”

Falcon laughed “you’d miss society too much” he took Marks hand in his own, pulling it up to his beak where he kissed the back of it. “I’m flattered you’d invite me though"

Mark smiled and turned onto his side, laying his chin on Falcons chest. “as long as you’re by my side I’ll be happy”

Falcon gave Mark a tender and loving look. “I’ll remind you of this moment the next time your coffee comes late" He slide his finger over the curve of Mark’s beak playfully.

“I’ll be happy within reason…” Mark corrected himself, late coffee was still inexcusable.

The Manresa restaurant was experiencing one of its busiest nights of the year, Valentines day. While everyone was paired up and enjoying their romantic evening Falcon stood there diligently doing his job.

Two whole years he’s been the personal protector of the young tech titan Mark Beaks.

Despite their initial bad blood, he found himself getting far more from this experience than he could have ever imagined.

He peered over to Mark, the parrot sitting alone in the booth he had reserved since last valentines day.

The candlesticks were nearly burnt out, leaving melted wax on the red table cloth. Mark’s eyes looked distant as he stared into his phone.

Falcon looked away. He felt like he was intruding on Mark’s privacy when he saw him so vulnerable like that.

Mark took a lot of pride in how others perceived him, he wanted to be seen only at his best, Falcon tried to respect those wishes the best he could. Seeing Mark upset was something he truly hated.

As a Saboteur Falcon had spent his life putting up walls, even with that profession behind him he still struggled to get close with anyone. He tried to imagine what he would say to make Mark feel better if he wasn’t so guarded.

The Raptors hands balled into fists and his grimace got harder. He left his post, walking to the front of the restaurant where even more couples waited in line waiting for somewhere to sit for the evening.

Falcon reached over the host podium, pressed the button on the phone, ending the call she was currently taking.

The host was taken aback, baffled by such a boorish display in such a fine dining environment. Before she could decide how to scold the man, Falcon cut in.

“Has Mr.Beaks date arrived yet?”

“No sir” the hostess responded, realizing if this was an associate of Mr.Beaks it was best to let his rude intrusion go “it’s been nearly 2 hours..” She looked nervous, like she didn’t want to imply what they were both thinking..

Falcon felt agitated, he also did not want to believe Mark had been stood up.

With a huff he walked out of the restaurant, looking through the long line of couples that wrapped around the side of the building.

He hoped to spot a lone gander, but sadly he found none.

Despite being with Mark almost every hour of the day Falcon had only met the parrot’s boyfriend of three years a handful of times. But he heard a lot about him from the parrot, who seemed absolutely smitten.

Falcon pinched his brows, what an idiot. You’d have to be the luckiest man in the world to have a dinner date with Mark and the stupidest not to show up

He would never leave Mark hanging, he would cherish the opportunity to..

Falcon sighed loudly at his own selfish intentions. Mark didn’t need the confusion of a second courtship when this wound was still new.

Falcon breathed in the cool night air. He needed to clear his mind and think, what could he do to save Mark’s night

Falcon looked at a couple in the crowd, the woman carried a bouquet with an assortment of flowers so large it took both arms to swaddle it.

Falcon approached the couple “Excuse me, I want to buy those flowers off you"

“Hey! You should have went to the florist before they sold out!” the man chaperoning the woman barked.

Falcon didn’t want to argue “I’ll pay you 300$ for them”

The man paused, blinking at such an absurd price to pay for some flowers that would wilt within the week “Hun, this place is expensive, sell the man the flowers" his tone changed quickly.

Money was always a prime motivator.

-

“You’re in Hawaii?”

There was a long pause of silence as Mark held his phone up to his ear.

“That’s really lucky..” Mark’s voice was quiet, distinctly downcast.

After another long pause he spoke again “It sounds like a lot of fun” he tried to smile “I’ll pick you up from the airport, call me when you’re on your way back"

Another pause.. that smile he tried to uphold quickly vanished

“Really? A free Norwegian cruise..” Mark bit on his beak to hold back his frustration.

“You know I could just buy us cruise tickets” he reasoned “or we could take my own private yacht..”

His hopeful optimism slowly diminished “It is a great opportunity. I’ll see you after your cruise..” Mark listened to this man on the other end. “I love yo--" the other line went dead.

Mark hung up, looking at the table dejectedly. From the corner of his eye he could see Falcon.

“Oh you’re back” besides the initial voice crack Mark recovered quickly, sounding like his normal self. He noticed the flowers in Falcons hands.

“If you want to go catch a date you can” Mark said, feeling a little guilty he had kept Falcon this long “you’re relieved for the day"

Falcon rubbed the side of his neck “these were from you”

Mark’s eyes got a little wider, before he could fully make up any assumptions Falcon continued to speak.

“I was going to tell you they were from Mr.Gander as an apology for not showing up. I don’t suppose you would believe that now" Falcon explained

Mark sighed “I guess I can pretend he would care enough to send flowers” he put his face in his hands “I must look really pathetic huh?”

Falcon sat across from Mark “No. I could never think of you as pathetic”

Mark looked down at the table, his eyes beginning to sting “I need to pay someone to hang out with me on valentines day, it doesn’t get much worse than that"

Falcon shook his head “You’re not paying me to be here"

“I literally am" Marks response was stern, he didn’t like to be lied to.

“You’re paying me to stand over there and make sure no one with Ill intent approaches you” his voice was very matter of fact “I am comforting you because I want to”

Mark looked up from his hands, his yellow eyes were glossy but he was trying to smile “this is how you comfort someone?”

Falcon smiled a little, he was glad Mark could still make jokes “I am out of practice..” he admitted truthfully

Mark accepted the bouquet of flowers that was placed on the table. He pulled them close enough to smell.

“I know I’m not your first choice, but I will happily spend valentines with you in Mr.Ganders absence”

Mark looked genuinely happy for a moment “Thank you Gravesy"

“Do you want to order food now?” Falcon offered

“No. I ate all the bread while I was waiting. I feel like a total fatass" he huffed “let’s just get out of here"

“How about a late night screening?” Falcon offered, wanting to keep Mark occupied until his emotions were less volatile.

“Only if the movie has no romance or boys in it" Mark put out his ultimatums as he put on his jacket.

Falcon wasn’t sure a movie like that existed “Hmm.. what about bowling then?”

-

Considering how much bread Mark ate Falcon would have thought it would take a lot more for the parrot to get drunk, but after only three dirty Shirley’s he was plastered.

Mark pressed his head against the window of the car, the lights passing by gave him a pleasantly dizzy feeling.

Falcon was beginning to think he had fallen asleep before Mark spoke up

“I cant believe I’ve been using child sized bowling balls my whole life and no one told me"

Falcon was surprised this was coming up again, maybe he should have let Mark live in blissful ignorance.

“There is no shame in using the smaller sets” Falcon chuckled as he drove “you could hardly lift the other ones”

“Don’t laugh" Mark warned “people never tell me anything”

“To be fair you don’t always react well when certain information is given to you"

Mark’s cheeks puffed up like he was about to prove Falcons point, but he seemed to realize the irony and let out a deep exasperated breath that fogged up a small portion of his window.

“If you have something to say you can say it to me. I’m not afraid of you" Falcon teased

Mark smiled “you’re underestimating me then. I can throw a mean tantrum” he joked

Falcon chuckled “I’ve seen it"

“You’ve seen nothing yet” Mark assured sounding vaguely suggestive.

The rest of the drive was quite when Falcon pulled up to the grand gate surrounding Mark’s house.

Falcon punched in the security code he had been given, granting him access to continue down the road ahead.

Falcon pulled up to the minimalist palace, stepping out of the car. He walked around to the passengers side door.

He suddenly heard shuffling and footsteps, multiple pairs of feet. In alarm he Unholstered his gun while putting himself between Mark and the source of the sound.

“Woah! Don’t shoot!!” he heard a plea “we’re hired to play music here! We have contracts and everything!”

Falcon lowered his weapon as he got a better look at the intruders. He quickly deemed them to not be threats and put his gun away.

Mark rolled down his window “oh I forgot about these guys" he mumbled bitterly ag being reminded of how the night was supposed to go “go away, the nights canceled”

The musicians quickly shuffled out of there, all shaken up from having a lethal weapon pointed in their direction.

Falcon was more concerned with Mark than the musicians he nearly gave heart attacks to. “Are you feeling alright?” he asked, seeing that sane distant look in Mark’s eyes that he saw at the restaurant.

“Mark?” Falcon got the parrots attention this time, Mark gave him a side glance “tell me about it”

Mark looked annoyed, luckily  that anger wasn’t reflected at the raptor “My boyfriend ditched me on the most romantic night of the year for some stupid free Hawaii vacation!” his pupils constricted, giving him those crazy eyes that looked even more intense due to the natural yellow shade around them.

“He doesn’t even have to travel free! I am a billionaire! I could rent out Hawaii just for us if he wanted to go there so bad!” Mark got out of the vehicle, then kicked the side of the car. Falcon might have been concerned if he thought Mark was capable of causing any damage, but he knew he wasn’t.

Falcon thought it was appropriate for Mark to get his anger out now instead of letting it build up even further.

“He doesn’t like me"

“that’s not true"

“It is. This is the longest relationship I’ve ever had and he doesn’t like me even a little bit”

“Its easy for people to not appreciate something they’ve grown use to having in their lives. I am sure he cares very much for you, he’s just forgetting to show it”

“You shouldn’t be defending him”

“What I am saying is for your sake, not his. You should not blame yourself for his incompetence as a boyfriend"

There was a calm silence as Mark stood up straight, he thought about what Falcon had said.

He stepped closer to the taller man leaning up on his toes, his lips perked, bask moving closer to Falcon

Falcon put his hands on Mark’s shoulders, so he could not lean closer. “Wait"

“What?” Mark asked, looking perplexed

“I think you’re misreading my intentions"

“I thought you were into me? I mean you totally swooped right under Gladstone beak to take me out tonight"

“I didn’t want to give you the wrong impression. I do like you, very much. But this isn’t a good time"

“It’s the perfect time. Its Valentines night! Cupid is giving you a prime opportunity here"

“You’re not thinking straight, you’re angry and intoxicated. I’m not going to sleep with you just so you can get back at your boyfriend”

Mark rolled his eyes, placing his thumb on a black pad by the door. It scanned his finger prints before hissing open. “Good guys never win Gravesy" Mark looked over his shoulder, he was giving the raptor one last opportunity to join him inside.

“Sleep well Mark”

Mark went inside without a second glance, the doors to his house closing securely behind him.

Falcon sighed, he thought that could have went better. But he knew if Mark was going to fall in love with him it wouldn’t be because Gladstone was worse in comparison, he didn’t need the Gander to lower Mark’s standards.

Falcon woke up from a long nights rest. He was trying to fix his jet leg early on so it wouldn’t compromise his schedule.

He could hear his phone vibrating on the side table. He didn’t typically check his phone until after his morning routine but since dating Mark it was mandatory he did immediately.

He could see 43 missed calls from the parrot himself, which wasn’t out of the ordinary. He yawned and stretched out his arms, getting up and out of bed as he redialed Mark’s number.

He walked to the window of his motel room, wanting to get some natural light instead of the yellow hue the motels lights gave off.

He opened the curtains, shocked to find a swarm of strangers with cameras. They quickly started snapping pictures and chattering loudly, asking a barrage of questions that he could not decipher, as they were all thrown out at once.

He quickly shut the curtains, eyes wide in surprise as he backed away from the window, still hearing the crowd outside. He completely forgot about the phone call he had made until he heard the murmuring of sounds coming from the device in his hand.

“Falcon?.. you there?”

Falcon brought the phone up to his ear “yea-"

“Oh good!” Mark bursts out excitedly “I got to you before they did. That fight in Tolkyolk last night, the one with Steelbeak? Well the video blew up" Falcon could hear a lot of background noise from the other side of the phone. “I mean it’s getting hella views, everyone is talking about it..”

“Is that-" Falcon was cut off suddenly

“one sec” Mark interrupted

 Falcon could hear Mark talking to someone on the other side of the phone.

“Sorry the press is all up my ass about it” Mark explained, exasperated but seemed to relish the attention

“I’m glad I prepped you first then" Falcon joked

“Guess I walked right into that” Mark chuckled “Speaking of.. you should really bring me that upgrade soon. If we end up in a situation like the limousine again who knows what’ll happen. I can only handle so many rejections before my ego shrinks"

“We can’t have that" Falcon agreed, they’d put off their little sexcapades long enough. “I just need to figure out how to get out of here. There are reporters everywhere"

“I am sending a Buddy to fetch you. Just don’t say anything to the press until we talk"

“I wont” Falcon assured

“They can be very persistent..” Mark sounded a little nervous, Falcon could hear a car door shut and the background noise got muffled

“I’m a saboteur Mark. I’m trained to keep secrets” he promised

“Ok. We’ll talk at my office” Mark made some kissy noises through the phone

“Talk to you then” Falcon hung up.

It would take the Buddy a moment to get here so Falcon decided a warm shower would help calm the tension of knowing there was a whole slew of reporters just outside his door.

-

Falcon always made sure to have an emergency exit ready no matter where he was. That’s why he chose a room with a communicating door connecting his room to his neighbors.

Of course it was locked on the other side, but Falcon has ways around that too.

He had a lot of skills in his arsenal, he knew many ways to get through a locked door. This one would be easy. He simply removed the nails from the hinges, taking the door off the frame.

“What the hell!?” his motel neighbors startled awake when they saw Falcon enter their room uninvited

“Excuse me" is the only thing Falcon said as he walked right passed their bed to the door.

Falcon left the room with his suitcase in hand, posing as an uninvolved party as he walked into the parking lot of the motel.

He noticed a black sports car that definitely stood out in this dingy little motel parking lot. He confirmed it was one of Mark’s when he saw the Buddy bot sitting in the front seat with its eerie pixelated smile.

He stepped into the back of the vehicle, seeing the buddy bots face screen light up as it spoke “Welcome, Mr.Graves!” the robot said in its distorted tone.

He was momentarily caught off guard when flashing penetrated the tinted black windows. The paparazzi had noticed the vehicle and its passenger.

“What is your relationship with Billionaire Mark Beaks?” one overly loud dog barked

“Why did you start a brawl at the Cardinals estate?” a female reporter chirped in

“Aren’t you the guy who stole project Tah-Dah?” a duck quaked at him.

Falcon faced forward, giving no eye contact to the vultures outside. “Get us out of here" he hid his annoyance well, making sure not to give them anything they could use.

“Right away sir" the robot said enthusiastically, then pressed it’s foot on the gas, speeding out of the parking lot and merging onto the streets traffic.

Falcon was relived when they had escaped the prying eyes if the press.

His phone began buzzing again, he was expecting Mark but instead he got an unknown number, which usually meant one thing..

“Graves. Its Bradford” the old vulture spoke from the other side of the line

“I was expecting your call" Falcon admitted

“Than you know what this is about. You’re all over the news"

“I’ve noticed" Falcon said gruffly

“We can’t risk having you spotted in connection to F.O.W.L. Lay low until this whole thing blows over” Bradford stated

“I understand" Falcon had a feeling this would happen “if you don’t mind me asking, how is Steelbeak?”

“He’s also been put on temporary leave” Bradford informed

Falcon was disappointed, he knew F.O.W.L was the best thing Steelbeak had, perhaps the only thing “Go easy on him. He’s a wild card but he has potential to be a fine agent” Falcon claimed

“I will decide when I see him fit to return" Bradford rebutted

“If you need to contact me again, you know how" Falcon was just about to hang up before Bradford spoke up again “One more thing Graves" Falcon paused to let his boss speak.

“Watch yourself with Mr.Beaks. Men don’t get as rich as him without leaving bodies in their wake” It was unlike Bradford to give such ominous warnings or life advice but it sounded like this was coming from a place of personal experience.

“Thanks for the advice" Falcon did appreciate the thought, but it was entirely unnecessary. He was a saboteur, he was not ignorant to the messy underbelly of the elitist class, Mark was no exception. He was as corrupt as the rest, so was Falcon. They’d make a good team.

“As soon as you lose value to him, he will sell you for a nickel" Bradford warned

“Then I will make sure I am always of value to him” Falcon stated. He knew Mark was high maintenance, dating him wouldn’t be a walk in the park, but Falcon never took the easy path through life anyway, why start now.

“You have a good head on your shoulders Falcon. We will be in contact again soon"

The line went dead.

Falcon sat back as Buddy drove through Silverbeak and towards what many entertainment magazines referred to as the gem of the silicon valley, Waddles home office.

Waddle looked a lot busier today than it did any day prior. The entrance of the building was surrounded by journalists and news vans.

“Buddy, park around back" Falcon ordered, not wanting to be seen entering the building. Luckily he knew many alternative entry points.

He went inside using the fire exit at the back, taking the stairs to avoid being spotted by the Waddle employees who used elevators and slides to love between floors.

He got to Marks office, seeing the CEO kick backed in his chair with his feet on his desk. He was so engrossed in his phone Mark didn’t notice Falcon, even when he was standing right in front of his desk.

Falcon raised his brow curiously, watching the reflection of Mark’s phone screen in the parrots large yellow eyes.

“Mark..” Falcon finally said, realizing the billionaire was clearly too preoccupied to notice what was around him.

“Oh Gravsey!” Mark smiled wide, “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” the parrot looked happy to know Falcon was there, but still kept his eyes glued to his phone, there must have been something very engrossing on it.

“I just walked through the front door..” Falcon explained with a stoic expression.

“Ah-huh. Just give me a sec” Mark stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth as he focused. Whatever he was typing must have been pretty important.

Falcon waited patiently, he expected Mark would be especially busy with all the attention he was receiving today.

When Mark finished he looked up at Falcon “Glad you made it passed the circus out there" he kicked his feet off the table then climbed into it, sliding over to Falcon.

Mark’s feathers looked especially fluffy around his neck, his eyes were beaming happily. Falcon took note of how happy he seemed.

Mark wrapped his arms around Falcons neck, kissing the larger man multiple times, again and again on the beak.

“Someone’s having a good day" Falcon hugged Mark back, squeezing him tight and lifting him from the desk. Mark weighed almost nothing to Falcon, like holding a couple of grapes.

Mark wrapped his legs around Falcons waist. “of course! Today is a very important milestone for us!” He nuzzled against Falcons chest completely missing the worried expression Falcon wore, concerned he might have forgotten something.

“Did you bring what I asked for?” Mark was practically vibrating from his good mood.

“Yes” Falcon lifted his suitcase onto the desk “I know better than to disappoint you" he tease

They leaned in together, locking beaks in a kiss. Falcon put his hands under Mark’s butt, lifting him up a little higher.

Mark squeaked as he was bounced, happily surprised, he readjusted his arms to hold Falcon closer.

Falcon found Mark to be highly addicting, his scent surrounding him, strong and intoxicating. He was warm to the touch, emboldening Falcon to explore more of his inviting body and find what other warmth and comforts he had to offer.

Mark broke away momentarily to take in a deep breath, then Falcon claimed his beak again, hungrily running his tongue into Mark’s mouth.

Falcons senses were heightened, a natural instinct when unguarded as he was with Mark. He began to feel.. watched. He could hear a new sound, a slight humming in his ear, the cause of which unidentified. It wasn’t Mark’s phone, or computer.. there was no ceiling fan.

Though it pained him he pulled off of Mark’s beak, breaking the kiss to the parrots annoyance. The nagging need to patrol his surroundings getting the better of him. He looked towards the window, noticing a UFO hovering in place.

Mark whined as Falcon put Mark back onto his desk, He took a step back putting distance between himself and the young man.

“What’s this?” his voice was filled with malice and irritation

Mark followed Falcons gaze to the window “Oh, a drone” he said, all too casually for Falcons liking “probably from the paparazzi.. I should have figured they’d be flying around” Mark said regrettably, this could have been avoided if he had the foresight to close the curtains.

“There is a camera on that thing? They were taking pictures of us kissing?” Falcon felt very intruded upon

“no not likely. They were probably recording it”

“That’s worse. You understand it’s worse?” Falcon walked towards the window

“Yeah, yeah, but they didn’t get anything.. it’s not like we were-"

“We could have been” Falcon stated harshly

“Yes, we could have been” Mark cooed “Just close the curtain and get back here stud” He waved Falcon back over with his finger.

Falcon pulled the curtains closed, glaring into the drone’s camera as he covered the window.

He returned to Mark, pressing their beaks together then closed his eyes, trying to recapture the moment but  his focus was still on the now covered windows and the humming engine that wouldn’t leave.

Mark caressed his hands over Falcons pecks, now driving their foreplay since Falcon seemed preoccupied..

Despite Mark’s attempts to get Falcons attention back on him, he recognized their spy had successfully nuked the mood. Mark refused to do any canoodling if he wasn’t going to be the center of attention.

He broke the kiss and leaned back “We should get out of here" Mark suggested

“Oh? What about-" Mark put a finger in front of Falcons beak

“We have all day for that. Besides, I have other things planned. It’s better to get errands out of the way first"

“What do you have planned?”

“Well I have an appointment with my tailor” Mark said

“I didn’t think you’d be eager to get into a suit again after complaining about it so much in Tolkyolk"

“The appointment isn’t for me. I was hoping you’d let me pick you out something..”

Falcons brow knit together with worry, questioning what exactly Mark considered ‘nice'. After all his outfit of choice was a yellow button up and khaki pants.

“What’s wrong with my suit?”

“If were going public with this whole dating thing. I thought maybe you should look less like my bouncer.. and more like my boyfriend"

Falcon had a bad feeling about this, but he was weak to Mark’s puppy dog eyes. He gave in, trusting Mark wouldn’t make him look too ridiculous.

“Ok. But I get final say. So don’t think you can get away with just anything”

Mark grinned, he knew Falcon was wrapped around his fingers.

“Let’s take the helicopter!” Mark announced “I can teach you how to operate it"

‘I know how to fly a helicopter” Falcon reminded, a little perplexed Mark would have forgotten

“Buuut.. wouldn’t it be nice if you pretended not to know so I could sit on your lap and teach you?”

Falcon smirked “I suppose I could use a quick refresher" he should have guessed Mark simply wanted an excuse to get close.

-

Falcon has never been so thankful to reach ground again. “I thought you were a trained pilot?”

“Its amazing what you can learn from Wikihow" Mark stepped out of the helicopter, completely unbothered from the reckless flying.

“Next time be more clear about your credentials” Falcon requested “reading some article isn’t the same as formal training"

“piloting is easy. Someday everything will be learned through YouTube tutorials" Mark stated

“you’re probably right” Graves admitted. He could hear another chopper close by.

“Were they tailing us?” Falcon asked as the wind on the rooftop became aggressive as another copter hovered at a safe but annoying distance.

“Isn’t it flattering how they chase us? Mark pressed a button to call the elevator to the roof top.

Falcon didn’t feel flattered, if anything it was rather insulting not to be treated with common decency and privacy.

“Let’s take the stairs"

“The building is 20 floors” Mark made no attempt to move, just tapping on his phone as he waited.

Falcon went up to Mark and hoisted him over his shoulder “You might be ahead of the times but I’m in the stone age, I want to take the stairs before those become automatic" Falcon teased

“They’re called escalators!” Mark screeched as he is lifted into the air then thrown over Falcons shoulder. Mark writhed in protest, hitting Falcon lightly on the back as they went into the stairwell “You better be prepared to carry me all the way because I am NOT walking!”

Falcon smirked, he considered abandoning Mark on a landing between two flights of stairs but thought better of it. Besides he liked having the busy little parrots butt so close to his face and carrying him really was no effort at all.

He could hear Mark tapping on his phone as they descended the stairwell.

It wasn’t long before Mark tapped on Falcons back “one more level" he informed, trying to hoist his upper body to a less downward facing position. “Could you carry me a little more respectfully?!” Mark huffed

Falcon shook his head “you’re welcome to walk if you’d prefer..”

“no way, that wasn’t the deal"

“I didn’t agree to any deal" Falcon smirked

“You agreed with your actions! Right when you forced me to take the stairs it was a non verbal contract"

Falcon stopped walking, he pulled Mark off his shoulder and placed him down on the step above him.

“You single handedly wrestled me to the floor over a cellphone, you can walk down some steps" the raptor stated as he kept walking

“It’s the principal of the matter!” Mark argued

“I’ve never met a person who’s too good for stairs” Falcon was amused by how hard headed the parrot was. It was such a small thing, but Mark was very insistent despite how much easier it would be to simply walk the rest of the way.

“Do you need incentive?” Falcon put his hands on his hips

Mark looked down at him “couldn’t hurt. What you got?”

“I’ll give you a kiss" Falcon smirked

“Try again, you’re going to kiss me either way cause you know you want too"

Falcon was impressed Mark called his bluff, cocky parrot.

“Ok ok. how about this. I’ll stay over tonight" Falcon offered

That seemed to get Mark’s attention “oh? All night?”

“Yes" Falcon nodded

“so let’s say, till 7am?”

“Even later, if you’d like"

Mark looked a little bashful, it was embarrassing how giddy he felt thinking they were serious enough to warrant sleepovers “Ok, I’ll accept that offer"

Mark walked down the stairs to join Falcon on their floor. The walk wasn’t too arduous but it was a lot harder to text while walking down stairs than it was to walk level ground.

Falcon laid that highly anticipated kiss on Mark. It was deeper than Mark expected, not that he would complain.

Falcon was just taking advantage of the time they had alone, since it was clear to him moments of privacy were scarce and should be valued highly.

He pressed Mark back against the wall, both hands on either side of the parrot as they kissed.

Falcon could soon hear the echoing of foot steps coming up from a few stories below, ruining the quiet ambiance of the stairwell.

“seriously" Falcon grunted as he pulled back, it was nice while it lasted but they were once again on the move.

Falcon opened the heavy steel door, letting Mark lead the way inside the main area of the building.

Through the door was a luxurious shopping center, to Falcons relief it wasn’t as busy as the malls in the city center, this market was clearly designed to dissuade a certain financial class of consumer from coming here.

Falcon prided himself on looking professional, but technically speaking a thousand dollar suit didn’t make much practical difference than a million dollar suit. He wasn’t going to pay extra for a brand name.

Mark lead the way into a store that read ‘Peacock Plume’ over the archway. There was a greeter at the entry way, offering to take customers coat for safe keeping while they shopped.

Mark ignored the doorman, he was quite comfortable keeping his cardigan, Falcon did the same, not wanting to relinquish his jacket.

“oh Markie so glad you could come" a peacock with shimmering green feathers approached, his arms spread to give a faux hug.

“air kisses" the peacock announced, leaning his head beside Mark’s without touching him, he made a muah sound. Mark preformed the same gesture before they leaned away.

“Pavè it’s been too long!” Mark insisted as they were lead deeper into the store.

“You’re telling me. Is that button up banana yellow? That went out of style yesterday, Blond is the must have shade of the day” he said very matter of factly.

“I’ve been handling press since I woke up, guess I missed the memo" Mark admitted, it wasn’t a mistake he typically made, keeping up with the daily trends was tougher then it sounded.

“You’re lucky you have me" the peacock cooed smugly “I have the perfect outfit waiting for you, your audience will love it"

“Actually I’m not here for myself.. I have a challenge for you" Mark stated

Falcon raised his brow, he wondered what about him would be so challenging, and if he should be offended by the suggestion that he was in anyway difficult.

Mark went behind Falcon and pushed him closer as if presenting him to the tailor “before we go public I need a nice casual outfit for him”

The peacock looked Falcon up and down with an unimpressed expression “You know I don’t want anyone over 30 wearing my brand"

“Than why are you still wearing it?" Mark asked in a catty tone.

The peacock gasped “I’m not a day over 25!” He insisted unconvincingly “but.. if you keep that shady remark off your socials I’ll help. No one is too far gone that I cannot make them look magnificent!”

The energy the peacock displayed made Falcon a little nervous. In this particular situation he definitely felt out matched by these two. He was at their mercy, which was never a good place to be.

The peacock took measuring tape from his pocket and started wrapping it around Falcons chest, pulling it tight “So tell me, what did you have in mind?”

“I want everyone who sees him to feel intense jealously” Mark stated very clearly

“Jealous of him or you?” the peacock asked for clarification

“both"

“Of course. You’ve never been the type to settle for one or the other” Pavè then measured Falcons stomach and hips.

“He’s got a muscular chest and shoulders, but a smaller midsection” Pavè noticed “This suit in particular is a travesty. It needs to be pulled in around the ribs to create the traditional V shaped chest and hemmed to make his hips less bulky”

Falcon felt like a statue on display, being criticized from every angle. Luckily the critic was someone who’s opinion he held in low regard, otherwise he might have felt insulted.

“He’s got an amazing form. It’s a shame your other tailor failed to emphasizing your best assets"

Mark was sitting off to the side, his legs crossed in a large arm chair. His eyes were locked onto his phone, but he was paying enough attention to give his saucy remarks “He’s got a cute butt too, make sure his pants are tight enough to show it off"

Falcon pinched the bridge of his beak, feeling exasperated.

The younger birds chirped happily as they discussed Falcons clothing plans together. He didn’t mind them not asking for his opinion, since he barely understood the language they were speaking.

Pavè looked through the racks of clothing, putting together a pile that he intended for Falcon to wear. “So Falcon, I’m going to put you in a classically layered ensemble. A light crewneck button up and a grey cashmere sweater overtop with formal navy trousers”

“Just give me the clothing and I’ll wear it" Falcon didn’t need to hear about all the details. He was doing this for Mark, as long as he didn’t end up looking foolish he’d put up with the wardrobe change.

Pavè placed the pile into Falcons hands “the changing room is right through there"

Falcon went into the change room, surprised by how big it was. It looked like a hotel lobby with couches, coffee tables, magazines and an assortment of flowers and bottles of wine.

All this, for one person just to change their outfit.. How superfluous

-

Falcon felt very out of his element. He couldn’t remember the last time he had dressed down. He felt so unprofessional in such attire. He guessed that was the point, their relationship wasn’t professional.

Falcon emerged in the casual outfit the other two had chosen for him.

Mark lite up when he laid eyes on Falcon “Pog!” he said in surprise “you look primo Gravesy!”

Falcon knew that was a complement coming from Mark, he smiled warmly. “it feels odd being dressed like this”

“You’re like a real trendsetter! Everyone is going to love you” Mark took out his cellphone, snapping a picture.

“You look great. Totally paparazzi ready!” Pavè agreed

“How much is all of this going to cost?” Falcon asked, unable to accept the complements.

“I already have too much money to know what to do with" Pavè sighed at his (very envious) plight. “If you’re both in my outfits for your big debut as a couple that will generate a lot of clicks”

“Buzz is the new currency Gravesy. When you’re as popular as I am you don’t pay for clothing with money"

“it’s a win win situation, you look great  during your big debut as a couple, I get trending. Just make sure you come back when you call it quits. Break ups get a lot more attention. Especially messy ones"

“Were hoping it wont come to that"

Pavè looked up at them again, seeming to judge their strength as a couple, the prognosis wasn’t good. “Just have your publicist ready"

-

“How do you like my outfit?” Mark broke the silence as they walked further away from Peacock plume.

Falcon was caught off guard “you changed?” he immediately realize that was not the right response “You look amazing in everything you wear" Falcon tried to save himself from that slip up but Mark was already glaring.

“Are you colour blind! This is a totally different shade!” Mark barked

“I’m sorry..it just looks yellow to me" Falcon admitted with a humored grin.

Mark rolled his eyes “I guess I could have picked something with more of a pop"

“I like how you dress" Falcon admitted “The yellow matches your eyes”

Falcon was awakened as usual by the bright light of the sun. He continued to question why exactly he slept facing that direction when he always regretted it in the morning.

He turned onto his back, putting his arm around the African grey that was spooning him. Mark draped his arm over Falcons chest As he adjusted, he cuddled a little closer. Everything was as it should be.

Mark hadn’t been sick again since the last incident. Falcon accepted that the parrot was right, it was just a passing bug. He had nothing to worry about.

Falcon kissed the top of Mark’s head trying to pull away with the least resistance possible. But Mark was a light sleeper and clutched onto him tighter.

Mark grumbled “Don’t go. Stay in bed with me”

“You try this every morning" Falcon chuckled “why don’t you come run with me?"

Mark groaned, releasing Falcon and turning over in bed. He covered his head with the blanket “Hard pass"

“I’ll be back soon" Falcon promised before leaving the room

As soon as Mark heard the door close he opened his eyes, pulled himself up, crawling to the end of the bed. He leaned over the side, reaching his hand under and pulling out a nearly empty bottle of pepto bismol.

He took a swig of the bubble gum pink liquid before covering himself in the bed sheets once again.

-

Week three

Mark stared at himself in the mirror, his yellow button up was opened. He noticed a subtle bump where his stomach should be flat.

He tried to suck it in, but that method wouldn’t last long. The press would definitely notice the weight gain. He tried to turn around, looking at himself from every angle, hoping he’d look decent from at least one point of view.

“Gravesy.. do I look bigger to you?”

“No, but even if you did, you’d still be absolutely stunning” Falcon assured

“hmm” Mark couldn’t accept that answer, nothing would make him believe it.

Falcon watched as Mark began pinching excess skin. He decided to intervene, knowing it wouldn’t be healthy to let Mark continue to over analyze all his flaws.

He walked up behind his boyfriend, wrapping him up in a hug.

“let’s go out” he suggested

“Where?”

“How about we have dinner at The Lucky Cat?”

“Oh actually.. I ate already. The new intern ordered pizzas so I had that”

“Alright” Falcon didn’t have reason to question it “how about a walk then?"

“Sounds nice"

-

Week three and a half

“Are you chilly?” Falcon asked as he entered Mark’s office with two coffees in hand

Mark looked up from his computer “chilly?”

“You’re cardigan is buttoned up, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear it like that" Falcon put Marks coffee in front of him.

“Oh.. I got a stain on my shirt during breakfast” Mark explained. He lifted his coffee up to his beak before taking a small sip “is this made with soy milk?”

“I am not sure”

Mark dropped the cup into the metal garbage bin under his desk then went back to working on his computer.

Falcon raised his brow, it was certainly rude, but so unlike Mark to act this way toward Falcon. So the raptor didn’t know how to respond.

He crossed his arms “Should I get you a new one?" He asked sarcastically

“No” Mark didn’t pick up on the sarcasm “I’m busy, can we talk later" he waved Falcon out, not bothering with eye contact.

“I think that’s best" Falcon was happy to leave after such a strange encounter. He suspected Mark was just a little over worked.

-

Week four

Falcon had began to notice a change in his boyfriends behavior. Firings at the office had increased 10% over the last week, none of the Waddle staff wanted to go near him in fear their outfits were too loud or the fragrance of their shampoo was too strong.

He was a ticking time bomb and Falcon had the unenviable task of putting out the fuse.

Falcon intended to cheer Mark up by giving the billionaire a nice date night, and hopefully he could convince Mark to take the day off work tomorrow, since Falcon suspected he had been pushing himself too hard lately.

Falcon arrived at Mark’s place, here to pick him up for their date. He was wearing a formal suit with a little splash of colour with his tie.

After putting his car in park he walked up the pathway towards the mansion. He rang the bell before letting himself in.

Falcon walked down the hall, expecting to see Mark coming down the staircase, he noticed a sitting figure in the corner of his eye.

He turned to see Mark sitting cross legged on the lounge sofa. His laptop was opened in front of him.

Mark looked unkempt, his hair was untidy and his feathers out of place. Falcon had never seen Mark in such a state of disarray

“Mark are you alright?” Falcon asked softly

“I’m fine.”

Falcon sighed, Mark was clearly not fine. He was stubborn though.

“will you still be joining me at Sublimotion tonight?”

“Oh, no. I already ate at the office..”

Falcon frowned “Sublimotion is your favorite, we’ve had these reservations for months"

“I’ll just buy tickets off someone else on a later day alright?! I’m a billionaire! don’t have to worry about reservations!”

“Mark it’s not the reservations I care about. You’ve cancelled all our dates this week. I am worried about you”

”You’re not on the clock, so stop worrying” Mark leaned closer to his screen

“I’m worried as your boyfriend, not your body guard" Surely Mark knew that, Falcon tried not to take it personally “I just need to know that you’re taking care of yourself"

Mark whipped his head around to shout at Falcon. “Look at my house! the opulence I am surrounded by! I give myself anything I want! I am very well taken care of!”

“Those are just things” Falcon tried to make Mark understand “you could still be hurting yourself in other ways"

Mark turned back to his laptop, trying to ignore the raptor. But Falcon wasn’t about to be shut out.

Falcon took a seat beside Mark, who was repeatedly refreshing his Twitter feed.

“Is something bothering you?” Falcon ask gently, he noticed dark circles around Mark’s eyes.

“Besides you?”

Falcon took a deep patient breath. “Yes. Besides me"

“No. I’m fine. Fantastic actually! My life is amazing if you hadn’t noticed!” Mark didn’t sound convincing, he sounded annoyed

“I have noticed, you do well for yourself, no one can deny that" Falcon hoped some complements would douse the fire. “You just seem very upset today"

“You’re grumpy everyday and I deal with it! Do I have to be happy all the time, do my emotions stress you out?! Tough!”

“I don’t expect you to be happy all the time, I just want to be there for you to talk to when you’re not!”

“I don’t want to talk about it! My whole life is everyone’s business! If I want to keep one thing to myself I can! Sorry I cannot be perfect all the time!”

Falcon closed his eyes and pinched between his eyebrows. He had his doubts about this relationship, but they’d never been more justified until tonight.

Falcon stood up, he didn’t feel that this was a productive conversation.

“Where are you going?” Mark asked with an accusatory tone as Falcon walked towards the door.

“out” Falcon noticed Mark stand up in his peripherals. He was about to leave until he heard a thud.

“Mark?”

He looked back, not seeing the African grey on the couch where he left him. I could have swore Mark was about to chase after him, so his silence was concerning

Falcon walked towards the lounge, as he got closer he saw Mark laying on his floor in front of the couch.

“Mark!?” he bolted over to him

The parrot flinched back to consciousness as Falcon knelt beside him

“What happened?!” Falcon asked with concern

Mark was trembling as he tried to sit back up “I just stood up to quick... got a head rush" he used his hands to support his weight, his core too weak to keep himself sitting up straight.

“Were going to the hospital” Falcon stated, with no room for arguing.

Mark didn’t seem to have the energy to argue. Falcon lifted him up in his arms than headed towards the door.

Mark Beaks stepped out of the shadows with a smug smirk across his face “If you’re so annoyed by my unexpected visits you should invent something good enough to keep me out"

Gyro turned his computer chair around so he was facing Mark. The billionaire seemed less hostile than he typically was. And if he wanted to steal something he would have put more effort into being aloof.

“What have you come to waste my time with?” Gyro asked, looking especially annoyed

“I’ll skip right to the chase. I want to pay for some of your generic makeup to make a baby”

Gyro did something Mark had not seen in a long time.. he actually looked interested. “Go on"

Before Mark could continue Fenton burst out of his closet office and onto the scene

“Don’t worry Dr.Gearloose I’ll handle this feigned!” Fenton announced as he leapt across the room yelling “Blathering Blatherskite!” The Gizmo suit surrounded him

“Intern! Beaks and I are in the middle of a very important discussion" Gyro yelled at the duck

Gizmo duck was flabbergasted, since when did these two discuss anything that wasn’t just a dick measuring contest. In any case Fenton dropped his fighting stance, with no choice but to let Mark finish his discussion with Gyro.

Mark walked passed the super hero duck, blowing him a raspberry, since, by Gyros orders, Gizmo duck couldn’t touch him.

Mark sat up on Gyros desk, he took a pencil between his fingers, fidgeting with it as he spoke.

“I want to have a baby, I’ve looked into a number of sires but their all so.. average" Mark said in annoyance “before I make a choice I wanted to extend the offer to you”

“Dr. Gearloose would never agree to that” Fenton snickered at how ridiculous the offer was. Mark glared at him.

Gyro ignored Fenton’s addition “I’ll assume my intelligence is the motivating factor behind this offer?"

“It’s the only factor. Lets not be modest, no one is smarter than us. Imagine if our brains combined and had a baby of their own? Our offspring would be a super genius!” Mark seemed excited by the prospects.

Gyro tapped his fingers together then pressed them up to his beak “This is sudden”

“Clock is ticking, I’ve been 30 for a couple years now, I want to have a kid while I’m still in my prime.” Mark looked Gyro up than down “and you’re not getting any younger either”

Gyro still didn’t seem entirely convinced, possibly feeling insulted by the backhanded complement this offer was turning into.

Mark switched into sales mode, wanting to close the deal “I’m throwing you a life line here. Propagate with me. Your offspring will be in good hands, inherit the Beaks fortune and you don’t having to worry about your genetic lineage drying up”

Fenton rolled his eyes as he removed his suit. There was no way Gyro would agree to such a preposterous deal with his biggest enemy. How stupid did Mark think Gyro was.

Gyro finally spoke up “I want shared custody”

Fenton’s jaw dropped as Mark’s tensed, pressed his beak together in a hard line. “That’s not an option”

“that’s my only offer” Gyro didn’t waiver

“I’m prepared to pay 15 million, but only if you relinquish custody”

“No, I want to be involved. It can only be beneficial if we both raise him or her on our collective knowledge” Gyro reasoned

“You guys are talking about this like it’s some experiment” Fenton rubbed his forehead, feeling exhausted by the very weird transaction taking place in front of him.

The parrot was tapping the pencil on his chin, thinking it over. He then put out his hand “agreed"

Gyro shook it, feeling confident they had come to a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Mark turned to leave “I’ll have my lawyers revise the paper work and send it over for you to sign”

He approached the ceiling vent that he had dropped down from “can I get a lift?” He paused “you know what I’ll just take the door this time” it was odd leaving the lab in such a casual way.

Fenton waited for the door to shut behind Mark before he burst out “Doctor Gearloose What are you thinking!?!”

“I have a duty to spread my genetics, for the future betterment of science."

“ok, yeah I get that" Fenton assured “it’s the ‘With Mark Beaks’ part I am having trouble grasping"

“Genetically speaking Mark is a good candidate" Gyro insisted, only giving Fenton minimal attention as he opened his note book again and continued to write.

“But speaking in any other sense he is the worst!” Fenton was pacing across the lab, still trying to process this.

“I will have influence on the child”

“Only half, Mark will be influencing them too” Fenton rightfully pointed out

Gyro paused long enough that Fenton didn’t think he’d respond at all. He was just about to leave when Gyro opened up

“I don’t want him procreating with someone else" Gyro admitted

Fenton sighed “I had a feeling you weren’t over him” he felt sorry for the highly esteemed inventor. “I’m worried he’s using you for his own gain"

Falcon sighed as he awoke to the sunlight blinding him through his eyelids.

“Alexa, close the curtains" he ordered

The device beeped in approval “curtains are closing" the robotic voice echoed.

Falcon definitely thought all the automation in Mark’s house was out of hand, but he would not complain about the automatic curtains, those were a good idea.

Falcon turned over in bed, he reached his arm out, expecting a cute little parrot to spoon, but the bed beside him was empty.

It was abnormal for Mark to wake up before him, the billionaire didn’t sleep much during the night so he tended to catch up on his Z's in the morning hours.

Falcon reluctantly opened his eyes, sitting up slightly to check the rest of the bed, it was custom made and large enough to get lost in.

The bed had to be a triple king sized, maybe a quad. It was larger than most rooms, so it was possible Mark drifted to the other side if he tossed and turned a lot that night.

Falcon confirmed the bed was empty, he guessed pillowtalk wasn’t going to happen this morning. He sat up and put his legs over the edge, stretching his arms out and yawning while he checked the clock on the bedside table. 5am. It was even early for Falcon.

The raptor stood up and walked towards the on suit bathroom, he could hear the tap running.

Falcon leaned against the wall and gave the door a good knock. “Are you ok in there?”

He could hear the clicking of feet on the marble flooring.

The door opened to Mark with a beak full of foam as he brushed his teeth. He hummed something Falcon could not understand, than went back to the sink where he spit out the toothpaste and rinsed his mouth.

“Were you sick again?” Falcon asked abruptly as he entered the room,  standing beside Mark.

“Not today"

“You woke up at 5am just to brush your teeth?” Falcon wasn’t believing Mark’s story.

“I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep" Mark explained leaving no room for questions “I feel great Gravesy, it was probably just something I ate”

Falcon sighed, Mark was probably right. He leaned in to steal a good morning kiss only to have Mark’s hand get between their beaks.

“Teeth first, You know the rules" Mark teased as he left the room.

-

Falcon finished freshening up in the bathroom “I hope you’re ready for that kiss" he announced ass he entered the bedroom

He could see Mark was back in bed, sleeping like a log.

“Couldn’t sleep huh..” Falcon rolled his eyes, he didn’t make any effort to wake Mark up again, believing he could use some more rest.

Since he was already up Falcon decided to start the day early. He got on his track suit, deciding to go for his morning jog ahead of schedule.

-

“Mark..”

The parrot slowly woke up to the light rubbing of his shoulder.

With consciousness came a variety of unpleasantness. There was a strong smell that made Mark’s stomach wretch. He didn’t have even a moment to recover from his head fog before needing to bolt. He leapt out of bed, running to the bathroom in a panic.

It all happened so quickly, what was supposed to be a nice wake up call to breakfast in bed turned into another bout of sickness. Falcon watched in surprise as the bathroom door was thrown shut and retching could be heard coming from the other side.

“Mark I’m calling your doctor"

“No you’re not!” Mark argued. Falcon could hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on “you’re blowing this out of proportion, I threw up all the time in high school it’s really no biggie"

“It wasn’t healthy then and it’s not now” Falcon stated, he would humor a lot of Mark’s antics, but he didn’t want to humor Mark’s toxic relationships with dieting trends.

The bathroom door swung open, Mark was brushing his tongue with a toothbrush again.

“mm-can we tal bout this aftwer I bush mh teeth?” Mark mumbled through a mouth full of foam

“You can talk, I’m calling" Falcon was stern, finding Mark’s phone by the bedside table.

Mark rolled his eyes, he disappeared into the bathroom then remerged a minute later after having rinsed.

“You don’t know my doctors number” Mark pointed out, feeling very confident that would throw a wrench in his plan.

“you use emojis for all your contacts..” Falcon pointed out. “I’m guessing your doctor is the stethoscope”

“Never tell me an emoji based organizational system is too complex again" Mark huffed “ok listen, I have a bunch of meetings today I can’t miss" Mark moved closer to Falcon, sounding unusually serious and very convincing. “call or not, you can’t make me go to the doctor today But I promise if I am still sick tomorrow I’ll go. I’ll even let you drive me there. No fuss"

“promise?”

Mark nodded “I promise Gravesy-babe" Mark wrapped his arms around Falcons waist, his eyes were large and pleading.

Falcon hesitated but untimely relented, He brought Marks phone down from his ear, handing it to the billionaire as he sighed “I’m holding you to that”

“well, don’t hold your breath, I feel better already” Mark took the phone from Falcon.

“I guess papaya is out. What do you want for breakfast instead?”

“just lightly butter some brown toast. I have to run" Mark was already walking towards his walk in closet

“You got it, but were having a big lunch later to make up for it” Falcon states

Mark nodded “now get out I don’t want the goods tempting you”

Falcon smirked “I’ll meet you downstairs" he took the fruit platter with him ass he left the room.

Falcon hoisted his pants back up, the bulge from his disregarded erection was still obvious through the fabric but it was unavoidable.

Mark stopped looking at his phone screen and turned towards Falcon. His eyes wondered onto Falcons crotch, which held his attention.

“Don’t worry, We’ll have a private cabin on the jet” Mark smirked

“That’s a relief" he thought it would be pretty awkward having a noticeable boner around the crew.

“Let’s try to cover that for now” Mark averted his eyes before picking up his scrapped red coat. He tied up the arms around Falcons waist so the back of the jacket hung over his front like a loin cloth.

They both left the limousine looking less than ideal with their wrinkled clothes and ruffled feathers but the airplane was only a skip away and luckily no press were around.

“The flight attendance and pilots aren’t robots either by the way” Mark informed with a cheeky grin as they took the staircase up into the private jet where a Red-crowned crane waited to greet them. She smiles as Mark reached the top of the staircase.

“Good afternoon Mr.Beaks" the flight attendant bowed politely to her boss.

Mark did not bother with pleasantries “Please push the scheduled preflight dinner back exactly one hour” he ordered while walking by. “And don’t disturb us. I will call for you when you’re needed"

Falcon followed behind, he bowed politely to the staff before accompanying Mark down a small corridor to where a room opened up. It looked just like a casual sitting area with a flat screen TV and some reclining chairs.

Falcon tossed his jacket on the back of a chair. Mark looked over his shoulder when he heard the rustling.

“oh Gravesy~” Mark fluttered his eyes cutesy. “this is where the attendants sit..”

Falcon really should have guessed, the décor wasn’t Mark’s style.

The cabin they walked into next was certainly a different story. It didn’t look like the interior of an airplane at all, it looked like an elite VIP lounge. The room was lite up with bright neon stripes across the roof and underbody of furniture. It all looked very sleek and high tech.

“Well, this is quite the upgrade from the jet F.O.W.L sent" Falcon mused as he was checking out the massive flat screen tv. This place felt like Mark’s personal movie theater in the sky.

“Don’t get too comfortable. The tours not over. We’ve not gotten to the fun stuff yet" Mark winked flirtatiously

“If there is a bowling ally in here you’ve gone too far" Falcon stated playfully.

“Don’t be silly, I don’t bowl unless its VR” Mark lead Falcon into a smaller room. There was a king sized bed that took up most of the space but otherwise it was underwhelming.

The area was noticeably less customized than the living area, since there was still natural light, and not a tv screen in sight. The room was missing Mark’s modern flare, Falcon guessed the billionaire didn’t come in here often.

The parrot hardly let Falcon look around before pulling him into the room he was most excited for.

“Ta-Dahh!” Mark held his hands out, presenting the surprise

“Is that a bathtub?” Falcons eyes went wide. The tub was deep, with three sunken nooks that were for sitting in.

“Well.. it’s a Jacuzzi, actually" Mark corrected.

Falcon disregarded Mark’s boasting as he turned on the taps, letting the water fall  “Will you be joining me?”

“I figured that went without saying!" Mark opened a cabinet just under the sink where he found a bath bomb, As soon as the soap hit the running water the surface began to bubble up and a clean fragrance filled the room.

Mark couldn’t help but stare as Falcon removed one piece of clothing at time. Being a foot apart Mark could see Falcon in all his glory. The Raptors body was perfect from head to toe. Those boxy suits the raptor wore didn’t do his physic justice.

“Are you going to undress or stare at me for the whole trip?” Falcon asked, bringing Mark back from his thoughts.

“Is starting at you a legitimate option?” Mark really wouldn’t mind spending the next eleven hours admiring those ripped muscles.

“No” Falcon said as he sank into the tub, his magnificent body engulfed in bubbles. “now it’s my turn to watch you get undressed” Falcon reclined back in relaxation.

Mark smirked, loving that he had Falcons attention all to himself. He scrolled through his phone as he picked out his favorite remix “I hope you’re ready for a show! If my mind wasn’t so brilliant I’d have been a dancer!” Mark was oozing with confidence as the music began and he started unbuttoning his shirt.

“The art community really missed out on a juggernaut" Falcon praised as he watched Mark sway out of his dress shirt. Considering their often sudden and passionate coupling Falcon barley had the time to admire Mark in the nude.

Marks energy reserves seemed to have no end, after an eventful night he was still swinging his hips with the music in a way that was bouncy and energized. Mark wasn’t muscular, curvy or even toned, but Falcon couldn’t find a single thing he didn’t adore.

Mark ran his hands down his chest and torso, then wiggled his hips out of his pants. The clothing fell to the floor. His light grey feathers were preened to perfection, dark grey stripes decorated his back, wrapping slighting around his sides.

Mark wasn’t really going for the sexy strip teases Falcon was expecting, he was being a huge dork, hamming it up and just having fun.

Falcon couldn’t hide his big smile as he leaned over the side of the tub, wanting the best view possible “You would have revolutionized the dance industry”

Mark was slowly rising from a drop. “I can only revolutionize one industry at a time. Too bad there aren’t more of me"

More Mark’s was definitely a sexy thought at first, but Falcon doubted he could handle that much excitement for too long. One Mark was a lot to handle.

The engine of the airplane roared to life, shaking the interior. Mark’s phone slipped out of his hand and landed directly in the tub. The music muffled and quickly died when hitting the water.

“Aw man..” Mark hung his head in disappointment

“You should get in here before you get thrown around like a rag doll" Falcon recommend.

As Mark dipped his toe into the hot water the airplane jostled again, caused him to tumble, falling forward into Falcons arms, who reacted quick enough to catch him.

Falcon could quickly assesses that Mark wasn’t injured. He ran his thumbs gently across Mark’s closed eyes, sweeping away the soap suds.

Mark blinked away the remaining water as he opened his eyes. “I wish you used these quick reflexes when I dropped my phone"

“I let your phone fall on purpose” Falcon teased

“Don’t even joke about that" Mark warned

“I wanted you all to myself” he cooed, closing his eyes to kiss at Mark’s beak “give me all your attention”

“you couldn’t handle all my attention” Mark insisted

The water in the tub was vibrating lightly as the airplane rumbled and began to speed up down the run way.

“Should we be in here while the plane is taking off?” Falcon raised his brow as the water in the tub swayed and splashed.

“Is it recommended? No. But do I care? No" Mark said, not phased by the water spilling over onto the floor “Think of it like a wave pool!”

Falcon leaned forward and turned off the tap, not wanting to flood the whole place.

Falcon stares out the window, watching as the buildings became smaller and the lights further away. The city was beautiful from above.

Falcon shivered suddenly when he felt his erection grasped.

Mark flinched, letting go of Falcons member “sorry, was that too hard?”

“No, you’re fine. Just wasn’t expecting it" Falcon took a deep breath as Mark grasped Falcon’s cock again. His grip was a little lighter as he stroked the other. Falcon’s skin was warm to the touch and throbbed in Mark’s hand.

Falcon felt totally relaxed as Mark pumped his member. It was almost painful how pent up Falcon had become since the limousine but the wait had made him delicate, the attention he was getting made his entire body tremble with pleasure.

“Ahh.. that feels good" Falcon hummed, the jets spraying pressure against his back made him feel relaxed, like he was pampered at a spa

Mark brought his other hand to Falcons member so he could more easily pump the Raptors girth.

“Mmmf…. That’s it, keep going” Falcon bit his beak, trying to keep his moaning at a minimum. The water in the tub felt so warm surrounding his cock, making it easy for Mark’s soft hands to rub him with quicker motions.

Mark loved knowing he was doing a good job, he got a deep satisfaction when he was praised, especially when that praise came from Falcon.

For Falcon, it was like fire was running through his veins as that pent up orgasm came.

Falcons release made his entire body shake, the prolonged wait made his orgasm more intense. He grunted loudly, clenching his jaw as he came.

His whole body tingled with ecstasy even after he finished. Floating in the water made his come down so blissful, his entire body felt so light.

“When did you get so good at that?" Falcon asked

“My hands are just naturally dexterous” Mark gloated “they can do many amazing things”

“I’ll have to agree with you on that" Falcon wrapped his arms around Mark, pulling him in close.

Mark pecked Falcons cheek, his hands ran down Falcons shoulders and back “mm you smell better. But your feathers are still a little stiff"

“My feathers have always been rough” Falcon assured “not everyone has silky feathers like you”

“What kind of conditioner do you use?” Mark inquired as he brushed back the feathers on Falcons neck

Falcon shrugged “I travel light. I use whatever the hotel gives me”

“Ugh. No wonder your feathers have the texture of gravel" Mark pulled away

“That’s an exaggeration” Falcon felt disappointed as Mark left his arms, wondering if his shampoo of choice was really a deal breaker.

“I could cut myself on your sharp vanes” Mark insisted as he leaned over the side of the bath, opening a drawer at the tubs base.

“I can’t allow you to be hurt, but I also cant keep my hands off you. So what do you propose?" Falcon knew where this was going and played along.

“I’m glad you asked" Mark grabbed a small bottle from his secret stash. He knelt in front of Falcon again.

Mark dabbed the golden liquid onto his fingers “This is very good stuff. It’ll make your feathers as soft as a newly hatched duckling” the billionaire assured

Falcon trusted Mark knew his stuff, so he closed his eyes, deciding to let the parrot do his thing.

Mark dabbed his fingers along Falcons cheek bones than spread the oil over the other mans face until he was covered in a glistening mask.

“How long do I keep this on?” Falcon asked as Mark stood up.

“Until I say so" Mark moves behind Falcon, sitting up on the ledge of the tub with Falcons head between his knees

Falcon leans back against Mark as the parrots fingers start messaging his scalp and running through his hair. The hum of the engine, along with the relaxing atmosphere was almost enough to lull him to sleep.

Falcon smiled when he felt Mark’s beak ran through the feathers on his neck, he hadn’t had someone preen him in a long time. It was a fairly intimate act, usually done between close family members.

It made Falcons chest tighten, he tried not to over react, worried Mark would deny the action I’d he made too much of it.

 He decided to relax and let the moment linger undisturbed.

Mark hoped Falcon wouldn’t miss the feathers he accidentally plucked, he had only preened himself until now, finding it more difficult to groom someone else. Still he managed to straightened and aligned Falcons feathers until he felt they were up to his high standards of order.

Falcon seemed too relaxed to notice his spa treatment was finished. Mark decided to let him relax a little longer. He lathered up the hair on the raptors head, rubbing the soap deep into Falcons hair.

Falcon stirred, realizing he had dozed off briefly. When he opened his eyes he noticed Mark shaped his soapy hair up into a tall point.

“Now you’re just being silly" Falcon tilted his head back to see Mark’s amused grin

“some places would consider this updo high fashion" Mark assured

“Not this place" Falcon teases before dunking his head under the water, rinsing his hair off before resurfacing.

He felt like a million bucks, clean, warm and very relaxed. All of today’s stress was far behind him. He rubbed his hands over his feathers and through his hair, admiring how silky he was and how great it felt.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had feathers this soft” Falcon said pleasantly.

“Proper care can go a long way" Mark looked proud “I have really good beak shine. You’ll be looking like an Instagram filter in no time"

“One step at a time” Falcon said as he yawned, he could tell Mark was getting overly excited about his beauty routine. If he didn’t halt it now he’d end up groomed for hours.

“Want a redbull? Or coffee?” Mark offered

“I think sleep is all I need" Falcon stood up as the water in the tub drained.

Mark frowned “well that’s boring. What am I supposed to do?” Mark wrapped himself up in a towel, drying off his feathers.

“You should join me" Falcon offered “when was the last time you had a good nights sleep?"

“recently” Mark lied stubbornly “I'm not tired. I have things to do"

“Okay, you should join me when you’re done with your things" Falcon dried off with a towel as he went back into the unused bedroom.

On the bed there were two sets of clean clothing, sadly both were fitted to Mark’s more petite body size.

“Mark these clothes are tiny..”

“I’ll have my assistant bring you proper clothing when we land” Mark assured as he wrapped a hand woven robe made of silk around himself. “There are extra sheets you can use as a toga.” Mark wouldn’t mind seeing that.

Mark headed towards the lounge. “Sleep well Gravsey, I’ll save you some dinner for when you wake up" Mark promised, leaving Falcon alone to get some rest.

-

Falcon woke up to the sound of a light beat from the other room. He checked his watch, finding he’d been asleep for three hours, disappointed that the other side of the bed was still empty, Mark must not have joined him after all.

Falcon sat up in bed, cracking his neck from side to side before he pulled off the covers.

The automatic door slid open as he approached, the music suddenly sounding much louder. The room was dark with only some headache inducing blue lights in a few corners of the room.

Falcon walked over to the source of the music, he found Mark sitting in a chair with large speakers on each side. On the wall in front of him was a screen that had the word ‘Defeat’ in bright red letters, he suspected it had something to do with the gaming controller that he had dropped on the floor in front of him.

“Mark?” Falcon asked as he approached, as he suspected the parrots eyes were shut and his body was limp in the chair.

Falcon realized this was the first time he’d seen Mark asleep, the parrot looked so peaceful.. very misleading to how Mark is when awake.

But it was kind of cute the way his fingers twitched as if he were still texting.

Falcon leaned down to rescue Mark’s controller from where it fell on the floor, he shut off the system and music, his ears grateful for the silence.

He placed the controller on the coffee table beside the billionaires phone. The table was filled with empty cans of monster and finished rubix cubes.

Falcon was careful not to wake Mark as he tilted the parrots head back so his neck wouldn’t be stiff when he awoke.

Falcon knew he could probably have a more comfortable sleep back in bed but decided to stay near Mark instead.

He sat down in a reclining chair that was set up beside Mark. There was the Waddle insignia burned into the leather and from what Falcon could tell the chairs were extremely high tech.

“What comfort level can I provide for you today?” a female voice asked in a robotic tone.

Falcon almost jumped as the chair lite up.

“Um.. moderate?”

“Chairon has 28 levels of comfort and you choose to be.. moderately comfortable?”

Falcon looked over to see Mark had woken up, his beautiful yellow eyes half lidded, still looking sleepy.

“You made it an option for a reason” Falcon pointed out “Too much comfort is bad for your back. You should be watching your posture too"

“I don’t like to be criticized so early in the morning" Mark huffed, already reaching over to his phone

Falcon smirked “did you sleep well?”

“I slept, that’s well enough isn’t it?” he squinted as the bright light of his screen blinded him “how did you sleep?”

“Went out like a light. The sky window was very relaxing to look out of”

“It’s a screen. There are camera’s livestreaming the view from above and below” Mark explained while climbing out of his chair, taping on his phone as he walked over to Falcon, than climbed up, sitting beside him “Chairon, recline 160 degrees" the chair began tilting backwards.

The ceiling of the airplane faded from black into a breathtaking image of the night sky. There had to be millions of visible stars.

“It’s a beautiful view”

Mark rests his head on Falcons chest, looking at his phone rather than the view “you can find better pictures online"

“You’re pictures online are pretty cute too, but it doesn’t take away from how cute you are in person"

Falcon felt Mark shuffle in his seat, he turned to see the African grey leaning towards him, arm outstretched as his phone displayed their image back at them.

Falcon didn’t care for photos, he didn’t think strangers should know where he was or what he looked like at any given time.

Social media made it so much easier for men in his profession to gain the upper hand on people like Mark.. constantly telling the world their every move.

But it did make Mark happy, and if a photo was the price for that happiness it was worthwhile. He looked into the camera, putting two fingers up behind Mark’s head like little bunny ears.

“You’re so old school" Mark smiled as he took the photo. He was surprised that Falcon was encouraging his selfi taking habits, he would have to test those limits sometime, see how many selfis he could handle.

Mark sat back in his seat as he started typing, his fingers moved so quickly Falcon got dizzy just watching them. “What are you writing?”

Mark smiled “just a little update. Pictures with you get lots of interaction..”

“That’s a good thing?” Falcon raised his brow

“Mhmm.. more attention. My followers are trying to guess what we are.. since I’ve been vague blogging about you did a week now”

“what have you been saying?” Falcon asked curiously

“Just Eggplants, peaches, sweat drops, foodstagrams with two dinner plates.. clothing hauls with some new looks. Just little things to make people ask questions"

Falcon looked lost “I don’t understand any of that"

“Its ok, I knew your faults when I agreed to go out with you" Mark teased, but there was definitely some truth to it.

“You’re so amicable” Falcon chuckled

“well, we can’t both be out starting fist fights” Mark stuck his tongue out at Falcon.

“you’re right, I shouldn’t have acted so brash" Falcon admitted “It won’t reflect well on you when the story breaks"

Mark shrugged “handsome stud dumps other muscular boyfriend to be with Mark Beaks..” he smirked smugly. “I think I come off looking pretty sought after, very desirable"

“you always look desirable” Falcon cooed

“Even if I’m not totally jacked?” Mark asked, the question hit like a curve ball. Mark was always so confident, Falcon wasn’t expecting anything but agreement from him.

“what would make you think I’d care about that?” Falcon questioned

“Well, your ex seemed convinced I wasn’t your type...” Mark didn’t consider himself to be an insecure person, but he was the complete opposite of Steelbeak, he wanted to know if that was a good or bad thing.

Falcon faced Mark “He doesn’t know me like he thinks he does" Falcon insisted “Steelbeak and I were.. well it was convenient”

Falcon felt guilty when realizing from Steelbeaks perspective their flings meant a lot more. Although it wasn’t Falcons intention to mislead the other man, it was the unfortunate outcome.

“We didn’t talk a lot.. we just.. well, my point being.. Steelbeak doesn’t know what I am looking for" Falcon tried to assure the African grey.

Mark was getting a clear picture of their relationship, more clear than he wanted it to be. Falcon and Steelbeak were both studs with a whole lot more experience than Mark had to offer.

In a sudden move Mark pressed their beaks together, kissing the raptor deeply. He closed his eyes as he felt Falcon reciprocate.

It was short lived, Mark pulled back, his beak scrunched “you smell like fruit punch..”

Falcon looked amused “I thought you liked fruit" he pointed out, truthfully he was surprised Mark made a move given his intolerance for filth, and Falcon was currently very sticky with dried fruit juice thanks to Gandra.

Mark knew Steelbeak wouldn’t let a little syrup get in the way..

So neither could he..

Before Falcon could relax Mark was at his beak again. The parrot had no intention of backing down, he had a lot to prove.

Falcon was surprised by the force of Mark’s kisses, he felt his head pressed against the backrest of the seat as Mark pressed closer to him.

Despite his surprise Falcon kissed back, opening his beak and allowing their tongue’s to collide together.

As things heat up between them so did the interior of the car. Mark moved onto Falcons lap, putting his legs around the other mans torso.

Falcon put his arms around Mark’s slender frame, his hands caressing up the parrots back.

Mark pulled back to gasp for air, tilting his head up, leaving his neck exposed for Falcon to pounce on. The raptor pulled at the neck cuff on the parrots suit to expose more of his dark grey stripes.

“Just tear it off” Mark said through heavy breathing.

Falcons hands glided across Mark’s back, than around to his front. His hands ran up Mark’s stomach than chest.

“Quickly, it’s so restrictive” Mark ordered.

Falcon licked Mark’s neck slowly, his hands taking their sweet time, unbuttoning each link one by one. Intentionally antagonizing the impatient billionaire.

Mark felt his face flushed, his heart was racing and everywhere Falcon kissed made his feathers puff up.

On the other hand the raptor seemed in complete control, his breathing was steady, his feathers smooth, he always looked put together even after a fight and bath in a punch bowl. It was like nothing could ever rile him up.

“Common..” Mark whined as Falcon nipped his neck “Stop teasing.. I mean it"

Falcon decided to give Mark a little relief, grabbing the suit by its lapel and ripping it open, the buttons scattered around the interior of the car.

He yanked Marks jacket off his shoulders, the suit rustling as Mark struggled to pull his arms out of the uncomfortable sleeves. He had been wanting to strip himself of that thing all night, it was fitting the garment would be torn apart by Falcon, at least it gave Mark some happiness, even if the joy was in it destruction.

Their beaks connected once again in a heated kiss as the parrots hands fumbled with the buttons on Falcons suit. Determined to undress the other man quickly..

It was made all the more difficult with Falcon nuzzling the side of his face, tickling his neck with kisses.

“has the champagne kicked in?” Falcon was humored as Mark tried to rush him out of his sticky clothing.

“I’m totally sober” Mark insisted as he managed to unlatch the last of the buttons on Falcons coat, who then slipped it off his arms and tossed it onto the seats across from them. He loosed up his tie next, looking more disheveled the more clothing he lost.

Mark lifted himself off Falcons lap as he disrobed. The billionaire wiggled himself out of his dress pants, than discarded them to the floor.

The raptor felt Mark’s bulge press against his stomach as the parrot lowered himself back onto his lap.

Falcon held back a grunt as Mark grinds his butt against the tent in his pants. Falcon presses his hips against Mark, rubbing his erection on the fabric of his clothing.

Mark wiggled his hips backward, just enough room for him to get at the latch on Falcons pants.

Falcon sighed with relief when his pants loosened, they felt much to tight when he was fully erect.

While perched on Falcons knee Mark pulled off his briefs, leaving on nothing but his now wrinkled dress shirt that he couldn’t be bothered discarding.

He could barely form a thought before Falcon pulled him back into his arms, Mark’s legs spread over him, his member pressed between both their warm bodies.

Falcon kissed Mark’s collar bone as he pulled him close, he couldn’t get enough of Mark, his scent, his taste, his soft feathers between Falcobs fingers. It was intoxicating.

Mark could feel the pulsing of Falcon erection through the Raptors trunks. Despite being confined his bulge felt massive against Mark’s bare rear.

Falcons hips were lightly swaying, grinding softly against the other man.

Mark pressed his ass against Falcon, causing the raptor to squeeze the parrots hips and moan.

Mark lowered his hips again, feeling a rush of excitement when he felt Falcon grinding back, his cock pressed between Mark’s cheeks.

Mark lifted his hips, depriving Falcon of his ass to grind against as he looped his fingers between the elastic bands of Falcons underwear. Before the last piece of clothing between himself and Falcons cock could be pulled off large hands held gently into Mark’s.

“Wait..wait..” Falcon couldn’t believe he was stopping him. “These stay on, I’m struggling to keep myself off you as it is" Falcon admitted

“Than don’t hold back~” Mark cooed as sexily as possible, but Falcons grip didn’t loosen.

Mark frowned when he realized Falcon was serious “I can handle it, I’m ready"

Falcon put his hands on the others shoulder, lovingly caressing them “Mark… that’s not a good idea" his deep voice resonating “if we did it here, we’d both regret it"

“I wouldn’t. I know what I want" Mark insisted “why aren’t you more eager to sleep with me?”

Falcon shook his head. “It will be your first time and we don’t have lube. I don’t think I could make it enjoyable for you" Falcon explained “And if you’re not enjoying it.. I certainly wouldn’t either"

Mark huffed stubbornly, feeling as though he were treated too delicately. His cheeks burned up from the embarrassment of being rejected and getting his hopes up.

He lifted himself off Falcons lap, moving to the seat furthest from the other man as he pouted and stared at his phone.

Falcon followed, taking the seat beside Mark. The billionaire didn’t relent, turning his back to Falcon.

“We will be at the airstrip soon..” Falcon tried to break the ice but Mark didn’t respond.

There was a moment of silence between them before Falcon leaned in close to Mark, he began to whisper to him.

“During our first time together.. I am going to take my time with you, and savor every moment of it..” Falcons voice was suave.

Though the reaction was minor Falcon saw some of the feathers on the back of Mark’s neck stand up.

“I am going to caress every inch of you, take in every little detail” he cooed “with someone as magnificent as you I have to cherish it”

Mark looked over his shoulder, meeting Falcons sultry gaze. The raptor felt bolder, reaching his hand around Mark to help tend to the other mans neglected arousal.

“You will have my undivided attention as I lay you out on the bed..” Falcon promised, his breath warm against Mark’s neck

“Mmmnn..” Mark bit back a moan “keep going..”

“It wont be inside a stuffy old limousine, smelling like fruit juice” Falcon teased “you’re going to lose track of time. Forget all about your phone, social media, Waddle..Itll just be me and you..”

Mark’s heart fluttered. It sounded amazing, he just wished it would happen sooner. “Mmf what else?”

Falcon smirked “I can’t tell you all my secrets.. just that it’ll be worth the wait..” he continued to jerk Mark, feeling the precum beginning to drip down his fingers. “if you’re patient.. and behave.. You’ll be rewarded"

Mark bit his lip, feeling the pressure building as he teetered in the edge.

 “When I slide my cock inside of you, you’ll see stars" Falcon purred

Just the thought of Falcon inside of him was enough excitement to make Mark cum. He moaned loudly as the waves or orgasm hit him.

Falcon didn't stop until Mark was completely spent. Mark laid back on his chest as the limousine pulled onto a large tarmac a little ways from the city edge.

Falcon was combing his fingers through Mark’s hair lovingly when he heard a knock on the divider. “Were here"

Falcons heart jumped “I thought there would be a robot driving!”

“I cant bring highly advanced robotics over international boarders on such short notice” Mark said, as if it should have been obvious “there is a very thin line between robot and weapon you know" Mark sat up as he picked his pants up off the floor.

He was at least in a much better mood after his and Falcons moon lite waltz. He could hardly keep his cheeks from going beet red just blogging about it.

“Mark are you paying attention?”

He really hated how much of his life was listening to old people talk. It was so dry, they could at least invest in an entertaining presentation before bringing him here.

“I am listening.” Mark insisted without removing his eyes from his phone screen.

“Could you put down your phone?” Mrs Cardinal requested

He was one in a group of four, all their attention turning to Mark as he tapped at his phone.

“Uh.. no" Mark grimaced, feeling both annoyed and amused by the request.

“This is a matter of high importance that requires your full attention" Mrs Cardinal insisted.

“This is actually quite easy for me to follow with just a modicum of attention" Mark insisted “please continue, don’t keep us waiting" he said in a snippy impatient tone as he gestured to the others who were also having their time wasted.

Mark didn’t understand why she got so huffy, he wasn’t impeding her ability to speak. She was the one being the nuisance with her techphobia.

Mark could senses a shadow cast over him as someone approached.

“May I steal you for a moment?”

“Oh please--" Mark was so eager to get out of there, he didn’t even consider who was requesting his company. He froze nation touring around he saw Steelbeak was the tall figure standing behind him.

“something the matter?” Steelbeak asked when he noticed Mark’s wide eyes.

“I cant think of a reason why it would be..” Mark admitted honestly as he wrecked his brain for an excuse not to go.

He walked beside Steelbeak, staying a fair distance apart.

Mark hoped the crowd would make Steelbeak reconsider hurting him, but he didn’t look like the type to pull a punch.

“You know Falcon?” Steelbeak suddenly asked

“He’s my financial advisor..” Mark answered, feeling it was a good lie for his self-preservation.

Steelbeak stopped “You seemed pretty close on the balcony for him being just your advisor” he faced Mark, towering over him.

“Ahh.. so you saw that" Mark clutched his phone nervously

“I know the truth..” The reflection of light off the roosters beak caused Mark to squint and look away.

“You do?” his eyes darted around looking for Falcon, feeling less safe by the moment.

“Yeah, you’re..” Steelbeak seemed to be getting bigger, his face becoming more intense with shadow

Mark felt a bead of nervous sweat trickle down his brow.

“the guy he tried to throw off a roof!" Steelbeak laughed

Mark initially flinched “PleaseDontHur— wait what now?”

“yeah, you’re the super rich brainiac from Duckberg!” Steelbeak was smiling

“Falcon told you about that?” Mark felt a little flattered

“Of course. I’ve never seen Falcon so pissed off” Steelbeak looked amused

Mark smirked, he did have a knack of making quite a big impression on people, good or bad.

“Since you seem like good friends, and you’re from Duckberg do you know who Falcons been seeing?”

Mark was beginning to get the impression that Steelbeak wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

“Can't say I do” Mark hummed, his fear replaced with amusement. “What do you think this mysterious man would look like?”

“Tall, strong, handsome" Steelbeak brushed back his crown “like me”

“What would you do if you found this guy? Just curious..” Mark tapped his phone against his beak

“Well.. I’d kick his ass. Show Falcon whose superior!” Steelbeak flexed

“Of course" Mark averted his eyes, wondering where the fuck Falcon was.

“I just don’t get it. We worked so good together” Steelbeaked looked a little melancholy as he over shared

Mark pressed his beak together, he loved hearing the tea but really didn’t want to play therapist for Falcons ex.

“we had everything in common! Strong, muscular, great hair, perfect facial structure”

Mark couldn’t help but feel a little possessive “maybe he valued other things more than being strong and hot..”

Steelbeak shook his head “nah. He doesn’t care about sappy shit like that”

Steelbeaks over confidence was impressive for Mark to witness, it almost matched his own.

“Take you for example, you’re not really his type.."

“Is that so?” Mark felt a smidge if irritation. He wanted to argue his own worth, but had no misconceptions about who had the advantage in a physical altercation.

“No offense but guys like us don’t really go for nerds"

Mark felt his eye twitch “Nerd?! I’m not a nerd, I’m, like super popular and trendy! I’ve been named Time magazines person of the year twice! I’m very cool!”

Steelbeak shrugged, not very impressed with Mark’s ‘cool man’ resume.

Mark rolled his eyes, why did he have such an innate desire to prove himself to everyone.

-

“Agent Dee. Take this to Bradford" Falcon handed Gandra a neatly folded paper he had taken out of his suit.

“is this your two weeks notice after hitting the jackpot?” She wiggled her eyes, obviously referring to Mark.

Falcon gave her a stern look “no, it’s the contract dealing with the Cardinals relinquishing of their shares to McDucks industry. Bradford will want it”

“Ah, and why don’t you give it to him?” she asked “seems like something the leading man should do”

“I have other plans. I am going back to Duckberg" besides he had nothing to prove to FOWL, Agent Dee could gain some acclaim if she brought the documents directly to Bradford herself.

“Escorting Mark home?” she teased

“Yes” Falcon admitted without hesitation.

His shameless response deflated any ammunition Agent Dee had to tease him with.

“You got it boss" she relented, then hid the documents in her blazer.

The agents walked back to the main hall, blending in like they had never left, apparently no one had noticed they were gone. Just the way they liked it.

Agent Dee cleared her throat “Don’t look now but your ex and current are talking..”

Falcon sapped his head around, wide eyed. Upon spotting the duo, relieved there was no battle taken place. Yet.

Still the longer he waited the more likely a fight would break out, or rather a murder since Mark wouldn’t stand a fighting chance.

Falcon approached from behind the parrot “Keep Mark out of this Steelbeak, If you have a problem take it up with me" He stepped ahead of Mark, standing protectively between him and the Rooster.

Steelbeaks eyes squinted, he was certainly confused by the misunderstanding, but slowly things began to click.

Steelbeak let out a loud laugh that disturbed the guests around them. “Nice one. As if you’d date someone like him"

“Watch it" Falcon warned

Falcon wasn’t known for his jokes. So it should have been immediately obvious to Steelbeak that he was being just as serious as he always was.

Steelbeaks amusement quickly faded “You left me for him?”

“I didn’t leave you.. we were never together. I thought you knew that" Falcon tried to keep his voice down, not wanting to attract attention.

“Cause you think he’s smarter than me" Falcon had a vulnerable look to him, one that wasn’t common to see on the Rooster.

Mark scoffed from behind Falcon “I am" he muttered just before Falcon pinched his beak closed.

“I don’t care about that, Mark’s intellect had nothing to do with us”

“Don’t lie to me! I’m not an idiot!” Steelbeak shouted out, any vulnerability was quickly replaced by the roosters rage.

Mark had a talent of pinpointing where the attention in a room was drawn and right now everyone was looking at them.

“Don’t cause a scene" Falcon warned, keeping stoic as always “were working, keep your composure” he disciplined.

Mark had his phone out, After all if everyone in the room thought there was something to be seen, his followers would probably agree.

“I’ll show you how far brains get a guy when it comes down to it" Steelbeak rolled up his sleeves, his intentions clear as he looked directly at Mark.

Falcon was alert, prepared for any sudden movements, he would not allow a hand to be lain on Mark. “I won’t allow that. You’ll have to get through me first"

“what are you, his guard dog?” Steelbeak sneered “must be the life, sitting pretty in high society, dating some pretentious smart guy"

“This isn’t about money" Falcon insisted.

“What than? You think I’d buy that you just happened to fall for the first billionaire you’ve met?” Steelbeak clenched his shaken fist.

“I don’t expect you to believe anything, think what you want. Just accept that this is how things are” Falcon was still determined to leave here without a physical altercation.

Steelbeak looked darkly at him “not without some closure”

With a heavy heart Falcon accepted there was no leaving here without a fight.

When the first fist was flown Falcon stopped the attack easily, he knew Steelbeak had a favorite punching hand, and despite Falcons insistence that Steelbeaks predictability would one day be his downfall, Steelbeak didn’t take the advice to heart.

Mark jumped at how sudden the attack came, but Falcon was already retaliating by the time he processed what had happened.

Falcon twisted the roosters wrist before kicking him hard enough that Steelbeak stumped backward. He stepped forward, keeping the brawl far enough from Mark to avoid him getting dragged into this by accident.

That was the moment all pretense left the room. The elite classes gasped like they’d never seen something so barbarous in their many years alive.

Steelbeak took another swing, managing to land a hit, his fist collided with Falcon’s face. Falcon managed to hold his ground.

Falcon noticed guards approaching from all sides. As soon as the first guard was in reaching distance Falcon made easy work of him, tossing the guard over his shoulder and right onto Steelbeak.

Falcon then delt with the other approaching guards, they didn’t stand a chance against him, being more of a burden than actual threats. He incapacitated them with ease, never losing sight of who this fight was really against.

In a similar vain Steelbeak felled the guards that tried to apprehend him, but his stare never left Falcon, he was determined to express his feelings the only way he knew how, with his fists.

Steelbeak ran at Falcon again, swinging fists that continued missing. Falcon had a lot of experience in fist fights and evasion. He’d been in the job longer than Steelbeak had.

The raptor grabbed Steelbeaks arm, locking it behind his back than pushing the rooster to the floor. He was more focused on restraint than causing injury.

Falcon knew Steelbeak wasn’t as bad as he seemed in this moment. He had his redeeming qualities..They were just really hard to see..

“You’re behavior is out of line!” Falcon snarled, his frustration coming to a boiling point as their job had been compromised.

“You’ve become the play thing to some bratty billionaire!” Steelbeak shot back “you’re no better than a spoiled pet, why would I listen to you!?” Steelbeak lifted his legs and delivered a hard kick to Falcons gut, throwing the other fowl agent off him.

Falcon slid across the floor, crossing his arms to shield his face from the incoming kick Steelbeak launched toward him.

Falcon caught Steelbeaks leg during the impact. He yanked, causing Steelbeak to tumble to the floor.

Mark was still filming from a safe distance when Gandra came up holding a bowl of punch. Like two chaotic minds in sync Mark seemed to recognize where this was going. “oooh! Wet tshirt wrestling?”

Agent Dee threw the punch onto the fighting duo, it seemed to get their attention, successfully stopping their fighting monetarily.

“Hey nitwits! Authorities will be here soon!” she informed, turning towards the door “I suggest you save this for another time and make yourselves scarce” she certainly wasn’t about to stick around to see if they took her advice. When things got hairy it was everyman for themselves.

Falcon always kept a clear head, although adrenaline was high he was aware of consequences, and didn’t want to get tangled up with international law.

Falcon stood up, flicking excess punch off his sleeves. “Move on" Falcon had nothing more to say to the rooster feeling their professional relationship was beyond repair now. He would take the high road, turning his back to Steelbeak.

“I cant believe I use to respect you" Steelbeak wiped his sleeve across his cheek, drying his face from the sticky droplets. His biting words went ignored.

Falcon walked up to Mark, putting his hand over the parrots phone, blocking the camera.

“We better get going"

Mark turned his phone off “right when things were getting good" Mark considered hanging onto Falcons arm but did not want to dirty himself with the fruit punch.

A catalogue Falcon didn’t realize existed until tonight.

“Its gold” Falcon said, feeling no further explanation was needed.

“Yeah! Opulent! Shimmering, beautiful” Mark insisted

“Looks fake.. and tasteless"

Mark huffed “are you calling my tastes gaudy?”

“You know I don’t know what that means" Falcon stated

“Gaudy. Extravagantly bright or showy, typically so as to be tasteless.” Boyd said, his robotic monotone coming out as he read out the definition he’d searched for online.

“oh. That definition fits you pretty well actually" Falcon teased

Mark tossed a throw pillow at him from across the couch.

“I like your style dad" Boyd insisted

Mark smiled “yours is the only opinion I care about" Mark ruffled the tuff of hair atop Boyd’s head, then glared at Falcon with so much intensity it could cut stone.

“Just wait until he is a teen" Falcon smirked, knowing Mark was going to miss Boyd’s young naïve idealization of him.

He continued to swipe through the list of trees, trying to ignore the massive, inconceivable price tag that was attached to each of them. He guessed most the cost would go towards the set up than the actual tree itself.

He’d never considered someone would spend so much for a tree one could find out in the forest. Falcon was pretty sure Mark never looked at the price tags of anything he bought, Being a billionaire was truly like living on a different planet, Falcon wasn’t sure he'd ever get use to it.

“Let’s go find a tree" Falcon thought out loud.

Mark was resting his chin on Boyd’s head as they both stared at the tablet screen “that’s what were trying to do"

Falcon shook his head “no I mean let’s go out and get one" finding a tree wasn’t a boring chore foget over and done with. It could be a lot more fun than scrolling around online.

Falcon left the room with a new excitable drive.

He returned a moment later with three coats, handing one to Mark and holding out a smaller size for Boyd.

“Yay!” Boyd scurried out of Mark’s lap and jumped into the coat Falcon held open for him.

“I’ll call the driver" Mark pulled out his phone

“I’ll drive" Falcon offered “It’ll just be the three of us on a family outting”

After making sure Boyd had on his snow pants, hat and gloves Falcon put the little parrot up on his shoulders and headed toward the door.

Mark hurried into his own coat, now needing to catch up with them. By the door he slipped on his winter boots and chased Falcon towards the car.

“You seem eager. What’s gotten into you?”

“My father and I use to find our own tree every year. I haven’t done it for quite some time. I didn’t have a reason to” he smiled warmly

“Huey got his tree at a tree lot, they had like a thousand trees!” Boyd said excitedly.

Mark smiled at the two, although going out in this weather wasn’t what Mark had planned for the night he wouldn’t mind changing his schedule if it made his boys happy.

“Let’s take a limo” Mark suggested “it should be long enough" plus he didn’t want his race cars getting full of pine needles.

Falcon opened the door to the nearest limousine, lifting Boyd off his shoulders and putting him into the vehicle. Mark sat beside Boyd, the younger parrot was standing up on the seat bouncing

Falcon waited for Mark to enter before shutting the door behind him, like a real driver would do.

“Daddy can I stick my head out the roof?” Boyd plead, grabbing onto Mark’s arm.

“Okay, but take your hat off first so you don’t lose it like last time" Mark warned.

Boyd left his hat on the seat as he opened the sky light. Mark lifted Boyd up, poking his head out of the roof just as they pulled away.

“Weeee! Woohoo!” Boyd cheered, sticking his hands up in the air as speed picked up.

“Come up dad!”

“I can’t I’ll mess up my hair” Mark reasoned

“You’re hairs already a mess" Boyd said honestly, Mark hadn’t had a chance to freshen up before their quick exit

Mark gasped “and you let me leave the house like this?” he feigned offense as he tickled Boyd’s sides.

Boyd laughed uncontrollably, giggling and kicking his little legs. His foot accidentally collided with Mark’s beak, his sons super robotic strength stunned him momentarily.

“Sorry dad” Boyd apologized, looking down through the hole in the roof.

Mark recovered quickly from the blow “No worries sport” He stood up, joining Boyd by sticking his head outside.

“Brrrr, you’re going to freeze your circuits out here" Mark said through chatting teeth while he shivered

“just a little longer!” Boyd pleaded, He was a lot more sturdy than his biological counterparts.

“Okay, a little longer" Maek enjoyed the feeling of wind through his feathers, he just preferred it during the warmer seasons.

“Where are we going?” Boyd asked, noticing they took a back road instead of taking their shopping route.

“I'm sure Falcon knows the way" Mark hummed, but upon noticing the forest becoming more dense he thought otherwise  “than again, maybe we should give him some directions”

Mark put Boyd back down in the limousine, than shut the sunroof.

Boyd bounced onto the seat in front of the partition between the passenger and drivers side

Mark took the seat that was directly behind the driver. He started curly his fingers through Falcons hair.

“I hope you don’t distract all your drivers this much" Falcon teased, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Just you, cause I know what a good driver you are” Mark said, worry free.

“are we lost?” Boyd asked abruptly

“Nope. Were just going to where the best trees are" the raptor promised

“A very exclusive greenhouse in the middle of nowhere?" Mark had as hopeful tone in his voice.

Falcon smirked “we will be chopping down our own tree"

Mark sighed while Boyd cheered “that’s so cool! Were going to have the best tree in all of Duckberg!”

Falcon stopped the limousine at the side of the road. It had gotten much darker during the drive, but the moon was bright tonight, reflecting off the snowy surface.

Boyd jumped out of the vehicle before Falcon made his way around to open the door for them.

Mark followed after, immediately his high fashion boots sunk into the deep unbroken snow that surrounded them. “My boots are ruined" he huffed

“Their boots. This is what their made for" Falcon insisted shutting the door behind them.

Mark kicked his leg up into near splits, then ran his hand along his boot as if to present it. “these boots are NOT made for walking”

Falcon nudged Mark the slightest bit, making him lose his balance, stepping his boot back into the deep snow again to catch himself.

“Yipe!” Mark jumped suddenly as a snowball hit his back.

Mark ducked behind Falcon “Save me body guard!” he hung onto his hips for security. Now Falcon was the one taking the brunt of the attack.

“Hurry up you slow pokes!” Boyd called out while throwing another snowball.

“So it’s a snowball fight you want?" Falcon was smiling mischievously, he wouldn’t take this attack sitting down. He knelt forward to scoop up snow into his palms, balling them up and tossing them back at Boyd.

Falcon was an easy target due to his size and with Boyd’s super speed translated into super snowball making Falcon didn’t have a chance. He was quickly being buried under the snow.

“That’s it kiddo, no more mrnice Falcon!” the raptor chased after Boyd.

Boyd laughed as he bounced through the snow, which was practically to his knees. He didn’t make it very far before he was lifted into the air and tossed even higher.

Falcon caught Boyd on his way back down “you’re a little trouble maker!” Falcon tossed him up again while Boyd screamed with joy.

Falcon caught him a second time, spinning around with Boyd in his arms, no one would guess this was Falcons first time as a father, he was a natural in the role.

Mark caught up with the two, dragging an axe behind him through the snow like it were a gross thing he didn’t want near him.

Falcon released Boyd into the snow, the little parrot running off ahead of hid parents.

“First time holding an axe?” Falcon joked as the tycoon struggled to lift the tool, shoving it into Falcons hands.

“and my last” Mark wiped his hands together

“I wouldn’t dream of making you work" Falcon taunted, Putting the axe over his shoulder.

Mark took a moment to admire Falcons stance “I don’t usually go for flannel but you’d make a pretty cute lumberjack" Mark cooed as he eyed Falcon up and down as he passed

-

“Mark would you please pick one" Falcon was leaning on his axe, so much time has passed with so many imperfect trees left behind. Mark circled another one that could possibly be theirs.

“It’s a little lopsided” Mark hummed.

Boyd was tailing Mark, following him around the tree, mimicking his mannerisms as the older parrot inspected the tree with fierce criticism.

“If you’re looking for perfection you wont find it" Falcon insisted. They’d already been out here much longer than Falcon intended, he didn’t think Mark, who hated the outdoors, would be the reason for that.

“You’re right, perfect only exists in my mirror pew pew pew!” Mark shot Falcon with his finger guns.

“Pew pew pew!” Boyd mimicked his dad. The parrots really fed off one another’s energy.

Mark knelt down beside Boyd “why don’t you choose the tree” he recognized they’d freeze here if he didn’t stop being so picky.

Boyd nodded, running off he inspected the trees big and small, wondering around until he found one that spoke to him.

“Oh Dad! This one! this one!!” Boyd tugged at the bottom of Falcon’s coat to get his attention.

“Find a tree bud?” Falcon let Boyd pull him along by his sleeve. The tree was a little tall, even for their tall ceilings but with a small tree topper it could work.

Mark circled the tree, looking for, and no doubt finding its every flaw.

Boyd bounced excitedly, the little bird hoping for an agreement.

“Alright let’s take it" Mark approved

Falcon lifted his axe, but before he could begin a blinding red light shot out from Boyd’s eyes, slicing the tree trunk like a warm knife through butter.

Falcon launched into action as the great pine began tilting precariously toward Mark and Boyd. He scooped them both into his arms, leaping away from where the tree fell with a thundering crash.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!” Boyd began repeating in a moment of panic, able to recognize the near grave error he had made.

“Are you two alright?” Falcon asked as he sat up, thankful the snow was so fluffy below them, like landing on a cold but comfortable pillow.

Mark uncoiled from around Boyd, then inspected the smaller parrot. Besides the apologetic tears he was fine.

“Yeah were ok" Mark smiled reassuringly at Boyd “Just shaken up"

Falcon ruffled Boyd’s hair “it’s okay. You just need to be more careful when cutting down a tree. There are ways to control which direction it lands” Falcon reassured “for your first time falling a tree you did pretty good” Falcon reassured “my first time took me an hour to chop it down” he beamed with pride with at young son.

Boyd’s tears dried up. Falcons smile was so genuine it was contagious. Mark rubbed his sons back before Falcon pulled them both into a big bear hug.

After a moment passed to let Boyd recover Mark shivered “As nice as this is, my butts freezing" sitting in the snow was uncomfortable.

Boyd giggled a little bit, some humor was just what he needed.

“Now let’s get this tree to the car" Falcon let his parrot boys out of the hug, standing up onto his feet, pulling Mark up with him.

Falcon knelt by the stump of the tree, lifting the trunk onto his shoulder.

Mark looked a little lost staring at the tree, wondering how to help. He settled for hanging onto the top of the tree, not taking any of the actual weight of it.

Boyd was also eager to assist, his jet feet igniting, melting the snow from around him he hoisted the middle of the tree with such ease Mark found his feet could no longer touch the ground.

Mark dropped back go the ground, deciding to follow beside them, some people might feel a little useless being the only one not helping but Mark wasn’t like most. He was more than happy to avoid any heavy lifting.

-

“ahh-cho!” Mark sneezed again as he walked back into his house. So thankful for the warmth that surrounded him. Thank goodness for heating. He quickly discard his cold, wet coat and boots.

Falcon and Boyd followed after with the tree in tow.

“Put on something warm before you catch a cold" Falcon insisted

“I think it’s a little late for that" Mark said through a kleenex he was blowing his nose with.

“I’ll make us hot chocolate!” Boyd announced as he jetted inside

“No jetting in the house!" Mark sniffed

“sorry dad" Boyd landed onto the floor, leaving small scorch marks on the tile. He ran into the kitchen, followed by the unnerving noise of pots and pans clashing together.

“I’ll watch him" Falcon promise “go get changed into something warm"

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The tree stood tall in the main hall of the Beaks residence. It was still bare, the decorating was a whole other challenge that would be addressed another day.

Mark wore his warmest fleece onesie, he sat wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, hot coco and the fireplace roaring but nothing made him feel warmer than his two boys holding him close.

Boyd was beginning to doze off in Mark’s arms, his battery running low after such an active afternoon. “I should bring him to bed..” Mark said tiredly as he nuzzled against Falcon “In a few more minutes"