"Hey baby." Drake starts gently. There's been something on his mind and...he has a feeling Fenton has been thinking about something too. "Can we talk?" He motions an arm for Fenton to cuddle against, which he would then lead Fenton to the bench at the park. It was sunny out, little ducks and other waterfowl were swimming in the pond and it was quiet.
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{ ☆ } Gaze focuses on Drake when he hears the pet-name, expression curious at the tone as he studies his partner’s expression, trying to gauge the mood of this ‘talk’. ❝ Of course... ❞ Fenton carefully replies, head tilting slightly in a subconscious display of studiousness. Tentativeness fades when offered an embrace, a smile quick to stretch across his beak as Fenton cuddles against Drake without the slightest hesitance, eyes shutting as he buries his face into the other’s side for a moment to nuzzle him.
Tail gives a few light wags while he’s lead to the bench, trusting Drake to keep him from stumbling into anything... Sitting down beside the taller male, grateful for the supposed privacy at the park, he moves away only enough for him to look up at Drake, concern quick to return now that it’s time for Drake to say whatever it is that’s on his mind.
❝ Is everything alright? ❞ Fenton asks, despite feeling like that’s a stupid question to ask. Evident by the very next thing that slips out of his mouth, ❝ Anything I can help with? ❞ { ☆ }
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There are a lot of people Gandra wouldn’t mind being picked up by. Darkwing Duck is definitely not one of those people. And she looks about ready to cold-clock him if he doesn’t put her down right now, blue eyes round, expression furious.
“I am sorry what do you think you’re doing?! Put me down!”
@infinitexdarkwings asked: "Who is Jonathan?" The hero inquired to the lady mouse.
🌿- ❝ Jonathan Brisby? He was my husband. ❞ It had been ages anyone asked her about him. Having shed her tears already, his absence had become normal. ❝ He passed away few years ago. ❞
Truth serum to Fenton, did you really forgive Drake?
{ ☆ } ❝ Of course, I did! ❞ Words flow out on impulse, the truth serum only partially speeding them along... but honestly, it’s still a relief for Fenton to hear it from his own voice. Because as much as he has fervently told himself such, there may have been a small part of him that— ❝ I mean... I- I want to have. I did... I have. ❞ He must have. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to say it. Frankly, it does make sense. Because as much as what happened between them still gnaws at his stomach at times, Fenton isn’t UPSET with Drake. He’s not angry...
❝ I’m scared. ❞
Swallowing thickly, feathers ruffle as he weakly continues, ❝ It’s not that I haven’t forgiven Drake for what happened, it’s that— ... it did. It happened, and I- I know that sounds incredibly unfair of me. Situations arise and people have- complications in a relationship. Mistakes were made by both of us and we’re stronger for it. But we also... ❞ Throat bobs, brows knitting further as his stomach feels ill, ❝ He also... he- he left me... after, I... He said— ❞ ‘I love you Fenton. And nothing is going to change that. Whatever you’re going to say, I know we can work through it together.’ ❝ I felt... safe. ❞ Word is breathed, the weight of it hitting Fenton as he recalls that moment. Recalls the feeling of trusting he could confess what had been bothering him... that he could be vulnerable, a bit ‘selfish’ perhaps, and Drake would support him through it. That it would be... okay. Drake made it feel okay.
And then it wasn’t.
❝ It didn’t last long... I know I immediately reverted to old habits, but in that moment- I felt SAFE. He assured me we’d work through it. Through ANYTHING... and then he abandon- .... he left. I- I messed up immensely and- ... and I wasn’t enough to make up for it. So, he left. ❞ Tongue flits across dry lips, Fenton loosely hugging himself as he looks at the ground. Left like Fenton’s P’Pa had when he was a duckling, like Augustus had during college. A pattern that followed him even in this relationship, when everything had felt like it would be... different. ❝ It’s NOT the same as what happened to me before. Drake was hurt too and I understand that. I acknowledge what I did wrong and I’m not excusing my actions. But I... I wanted to still be there for him. I so desperately wanted to help him... But Drake, at the time— ❞
Wanted to hurt him... and Fenton doesn’t know how to forget that.
He’s never wanted to hurt Drake. He has DONE that, he knows he has. But never intentionally and if he had the choice, he’d prevent every instance. When losing his temper, it was out of a desire for Drake to UNDERSTAND, not for him to- ... Shoulders hunch slightly, brows knitting as Fenton tries to wrap his mind around something he’s already mulled over time and time again. People hurt him. That’s just how it is... Well-meaning or not, he can recall very few who haven’t done it in some purposeful way. It’s unfair to hold Drake to another standard.
For all the hurt, Drake has ALSO made him feel happier than he ever has. Loved and accepted and ironically, safe. So what if when tempers arise, he sometimes gets the urge to hurt Fenton? How is that any different than someone yelling at him, as the usual? It is. It just is. It’s foolish to dwell, to fret and at times feel like he’s waiting for the moment when it happens yet again... ❝ He was- willing to be without me. Completely. I upset him and he... didn’t want to even try. He just... He left... I— I did. I don’t know if it came across the way I intended, but I— I really was trying... I was- I..... I love him. I love Drake. I promise, I love him so much... ❞
He’s not even certain what he’s trying to say any more, only that he hopes Drake never finds out about any of this. Fenton can just imagine how Drake might feel if he knew. Who would it even help? They can’t change the past and Drake can’t change the way Fenton is fervently reminded of how Drake not only hated Gizmoduck at one point, but Fenton Cabrera as well. Eyes shut for a moment, Fenton shaking his head to wipe away the memory of when he’d visited Drake’s home to try and make amends. How intimidating Drake had seemed, looming over him... furious and big and— ..... telling him to get out.
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With a head tilt and a quirked brow, Drake wondered what could be making Fenton act so nervous, aside from the fact that when it came to sex, his boyfriend was more tentative than the high-sex driven mallard. The compliment to his mouth and hands earned a soft, pink blush and light, surprised laughter. It was good hear when his partner admits satisfaction from Drake's admittedly limited skills in love making.
"Oh!"
Face goes completely red from embarrassment once the other goes into detail what he actually wants from the snowy drake. He supposed it would make sense, given what they had tried so far. The only issue was his..."equipment" and Drake's inexperience with being the penetrator. His last boyfriend always insisted being the one to dominate, penetrate and so forth. But now Fenton actually wants him, the clearly submissive bottom Drake Mallard, to do so.
"S-Sure! I can do that."
Can he?
"I guess...I just, I never had a chance to do that before. Is...is there a specific way you want to be...penetrated? Like with a toy or...?"
Or him?
{ ☆ } Fenton has been wanting to ask this for a while now... but every time he considered working up the nerve, he convinced himself that now wasn’t the time. Usually insisting that it would ‘spoil the mood’. Something that Fenton already has trouble navigating thanks to his awkward demeanor. Asking for something, blatantly suggesting something is done to him— Yeah. It felt way too intimidating of a prospect. And yet... Drake is incredibly understanding.
He’s kind... and patient... and doesn’t purposely make Fenton feel inadequate or ashamed of his short-comings... even when they are painfully obvious.
Like now, for example.
❝ O-Oh... I uh, heh... Right. That is an— aHEM, an option.... ❞ Fenton awkwardly replies, the flushing of his face and ruffling of his feathers making it painfully clear he had completely forgotten about the existence of toys of ‘that’ nature. With a strained laugh, he attempts to tug at his tie, only for his hand to slip and the already-unraveled accessory to fall off. Gaze following the tie as it hits the blankets with far more surprise than there should be, there is a comical beat of silence before Fenton clears his throat— doing nothing to the lump that is his heart lodged in it —and sheepishly looks back at Drake.
❝ But I, um... I was hoping— or actually, more accurately I was intending for it to be your uh- well, your... Ahem. Y-You. I was suggesting that you be... inside me... ❞ Words grow softer with each difficult one, Fenton running a hand through his headfeathers and messing up the thick plumage. ❝ O-Of course, if you’re uncomfortable or not interested or ready or- then it’s perfectly fine! It’s honestly no problem! ❞ Reassurance rushes out, Fenton waving his hands in front of himself before taking a deep breath. Trying to ease the pounding of his heart and steady the buzzing in his mind, he continues in a slower... not quite calm, but less frantic manner...
❝ It’s not merely the act of being penetrated I’m interested in... It’s being with- you, in that way. ❞ Eyes flit away, shoulders hunching slightly, ❝ It’s the... added connection. The intimacy of the experience I’d like to share with you. N-Not that everything we’ve done already hasn’t been intimate. We’ve just... never been that- uh... physically close before. ❞ Closing his eyes and giving his head a shake, Fenton emits an exasperated huff of a breath, ❝ I’m not explaining this as eloquently as I should be. What I mean is— ❞
Looking back at Drake, he offers a smile in an attempt to comfort, but there’s no denying the nervousness behind it, ❝ I love you and only if you want to... I’d like to share this experience with you. Because I promise, it’s only about you being WITH me. Nothing else... ❞ { ☆ }
"I've noticed how much you apologized to my colleagues today." The movie star pointed out as he dined with his sugar baby. With his favorite spirit in hand, he set it gently on the table. Voice was steady, tone gentle and his gaze inquiring. "Did they do something to make you feel that way? Did... I do something?" A pale hand reached out for the other to hold, fingertips lightly brushed against Fenton's.
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{ ☆ } Fenton blinks with surprise at Drake’s statement, gaze raising from his plate to the man across from him. Silent pondering interrupted— ironically also about his interaction with those prominent in the movie star’s life —feathers ruffle slightly with uncertainty, a sinking feeling filling his gut for a split-second as he instinctively wonders whether he is in trouble. However, Drake’s tone doesn’t appear upset and neither does the look he’s giving him. If anything, he seems concerned. Which is the LAST thing Fenton expected when the subject of Drake’s colleagues and HE was brought up.
❝ O-Oh? I’m sor— ... I uh, I mean... Ahem... ❞ Fenton awkwardly responds at the inquiry, an apology already ready at the tip of his tongue, choked back through bumbling and a wince. Gaze flits away and shoulders hunch slightly as he sets down his fork. Feathers ruffling further, shame dusts his cheeks red and his brain scrambles for something else to say. Something that isn’t the ‘wrong’ thing, since what he’s learned to rely on so heavily as the right one isn’t exactly- right at the moment, ❝ I wasn’t... aware of how prominent my apologizing was... ❞
Gaze snaps back when he feels fingers gingerly brush against his, eyes widening and heart stalling for a moment... before his demeanor relaxes, slowly and slightly... but somewhat, and that’s far better than the anxiousness that was threatening to overcome him before. Plumage starts to settle, tawny hand carefully holding snowy as a small and appreciative smile graces Fenton’s beak. Gaze refocuses on Drake, ironically giving the star’s hand a soft, reassuring squeeze.
❝ No, you didn’t do anything. Nothing whatsoever. ❞
Expression comforting, as if Drake is the one who had been fumbling over his words earlier, Fenton forces his smile to steady and attempts to do the same for his voice, ❝ You’ve been nothing but kind to me and I am immensely grateful for your companionship. There’s no reason for you to worry about or believe otherwise. ❞ While Fenton might be venturing into unknown territory here, never having to explain his apologies— only having them accepted or rejected —before, the tender gaze aimed at Drake is natural as they come.
One of the few things that feel natural right now, along with the feeling of his larger hand enveloping Fenton’s.
❝ And your colleagues were heh, delightful today... ❞ That however is a bit more difficult to get out, gaze flickering away and a light laugh hinting the statement. It’s not entirely a lie. The majority of them were cordial, and those few- looks the sugar baby could swear were casting a chill up the his spine could have merely been his imagination. It MUST have been. He’s just... reading too much into some things. That’s all. And even if he wasn’t- well, could he really entirely dismiss their judgement? ❝ They were all incredibly understanding and polite. ❞ Outwardly, and by the standards Fenton sets for himself.
No, whatever apologies he had given weren’t the blame of anyone else. Even if some of them HAD been making him feel scummy or superficial or selfish or- ... that’s not causation, merely coincidence. He hadn’t been apologizing for THAT, he’d simply gotten in the way a lot. Stood where people needed to move or accidentally reached for the same thing they were or said something awkward, something rambly, something that appeared to be boring them... A list nearly as cumbersome as his company had likely been that entire time.
Too bad he can’t apologize to Drake for that.
❝ I suppose I simply- had ample reason to apologize a lot today. Through no one’s fault but my own, of course. ❞ Fenton adds with a helpless shrug, not certain what else there is to say. He apologized a lot because he NEEDED to. Because he kept messing up. And... that’s what you do when you inconvenience someone. { ☆ }
After a long night of cleaning up crime, Drake, washed up and clean from showering, falls onto the bed, on top of Fenton, brought the fluffy duck in his arms and grumbled before he attempted to fall asleep. He's not letting go of the small duck anytime soon.
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{ ☆ } Fenton had tried to be good. Tried to sleep at a ‘reasonable’ time, which was still far beyond when anyone should be falling asleep. But it’s still better than Drake returning home only to find his husband pacing the floor, surrounded by blueprints, headfeathers disheveled and dark circles under his eyes as he frantically mutters to himself about how he KNOWS he placed that sticky note somewhere... only for Drake to promptly take it off the small duck’s back. Something that’s happened more times than Fenton would cared to admit.
Aside from the one time it was actually on the tip of his beak... not his finest moment.
Regardless, the last thing Drake needs after an exhausting night of crime fighting is to worry about his husband. So Fenton had forced himself onto the soft mattress and under the comfortable blankets, warm and enveloped in darkness... and simply lay there. And lay there. And lay there... Trying to will himself to fall asleep. But a still body doesn’t mean a still mind and the poor duck found himself mumbling to himself at more than one point. Thoughts spoken aloud to fill the suddenly deafening quite of the room, the world feeling strangely empty despite the faint city noise coming even through the closed window.
Maybe because it was devoid of a SPECIFIC person... Brows knit and beak scrunched, Fenton doesn’t know whether to be intrigued or annoyed at his inability to sleep. He used to never have problems tiring himself out before, collapsing in the midst of work regardless of where he was. Granted, this time he’s TRYING to succumb... Maybe that’s the problem. He’s not exhausted past the point of no return, where there’s no choice but to sleep. And as much as he hates to admit it, he’s not too fond of it. Not for the usual problem of he can’t do anything while resting, but because of what he’s at risk to face... Sleep isn’t kind to him anymore.
His dreams certainly aren’t; not if they can help it.
Even with the aid of his medication— meant to quell some of the tension attacking his nerves and tightening his chest —he’s unwittingly fighting the drowsiness, frightened of falling into a deep slumber and being unable to pull himself out of it. Being trapped in it. Forced to live it over and over and— Fenton doesn’t realize he’s gripping the blankets until nails dig into his own palms, cutting past fabric and leaving small marks. Blinking dumbly with a start, feathers ruffled and heart leaping into his throat, he shakily releases the blanket and looks at the clock, shocked at how many hours had passed in what must have been a panic-stricken daze.
Not his first... but he had hoped he was past those. Maybe he should talk to his doctor, or perhaps this is better suited for his therapi— thoughts are interrupted by the abrupt feeling of Drake landing on him, Fenton too absorbed by his thoughts to even realize he was there, ironically enough. Body tensing for only a second, he quickly melts into Drake’s embrace, a sigh of relief flooding through him and making the duck go limp. Wriggling around in the hold so he can bury his face against Drake’s chest, he chuckles lightly at the sound of his husband’s grumbling, able to tell how tired he must be from the noise alone.
Still, before he can let Drake get some much-deserved rest, he has to say—
❝ I love you... ❞ and thank you, for far more than Drake likely knows.
With those softly spoken words, Fenton fluffs his feathers for the larger male’s comfort and better nestles into Drake’s embrace, eyes closing as he finally submits to sleep and whatever dreams may come with it. Because whether they are good or bad, he knows that he’ll be in Drake’s arms when he awakes... and that makes it far less frightening a concept. { ☆ }
