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Taurus Bulba would have barely noticed the little duck on a regular day. Other than being his target's adopted father, he was just another alpha without a mate. As an alpha himself, obviously, Bulba would have no interest in the shorter male, aside from using him as the perfect bait.
Darkving Duck would, no doubt, be distraught to learn that Gosalyn's father had been kidnapped. The arrogant fowl would rush to the rescue, only to fall victim to his deadly trap. Then he would take care of the annoying little duckling... perhaps he would adopt her following the tragic deaths of her hero and her father. A girl with that much spunk would certainly turn out to be an alpha or an omega, though he was betting on the former.
Taurus prided himself on his patience as a businessman, and ordered his associates to keep an eye on the Mallard family until the perfect time arose to instigate his plan. In the end, getting the drop on the petite alpha duck had been faaaar too easy. One of his men, dressed up in a dress and shawl, pretended to be a little old lady who’d gotten turned around in a dark alley. When the alpha heard her call out to him, he immediately left the safety of the sidewalk to venture into the alley to help her.
A little chloroform, and his men were able to drag Drake Mallard’s limp body into the back of an unmarked van, before delivering him to the tower’s hidden basement. They were just finishing the task of tying him to a chair in the center of the room when Taurus Bulba made his appearance. The businessman waved his goons off to keep an eye out for Darkwing Duck, and, as an afterthought, leaned down to check the ropes around the duck’s chest. It wouldn’t do for their hostage to escape simply because the ropes hadn’t been tied tightly enough.
The bull’s nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of a strangely enticing scent that was nearly masked beneath the offending odor of the other alpha male. Curious.
Taurus Bulba leaned in closer, pressing his nose against the other man's neck. Sweet... with the hint of peaches and spice. He trailed his fingers up the bird's delicate throat to caress his ivory-feathered cheek. Well now, it seemed that Gosalyn's father was a little sheep in wolf's clothing. An unmated omega of his age was nearly unheard of, especially one who managed to own a home, keep a job, and adopt a child... all without being discovered. Fascinating.
Another whiff of the duck's intermingling scents, alpha and omega, brought a familiar face to the forefront of his mind. The bull's eyes trailed over the other man's body, taking in the similarities. A grin split over his face even as he held back the triumphant laugh that would surely wake his prey.
“You certainly are an interesting omega, Drake Mallard. Or should I say... Darkving Duck. I look forward to taming you. After all, you have been playing this dangerous game for far too long.”
Untying the ropes, he hefted the omega gently into his arms, bridal-style. His lovely hostage deserved a trip to his penthouse suite. It would be the perfect place to discuss Drake Mallard’s future as HIS mate.
Drake winced as the light beyond his eyelids nearly blinded him. He reached up to rub his eyes, only to find that his hands were tied together at the wrists. Resisting the urge to shout, he quickly rolled onto his side, pushing himself up into a seated position.
“Am I naked?” His heartbeat filled his ears as he frantically searched the room he’d woken to find himself in. Whoever designed this place really had a thing for red, white and gold. It was a fancy place, and Drake wondered, at first, whether he’d been taken to some ritzy hotel. But why would anyone..?
His mind jolted to a halt when he caught sight of his pink dress shirt and green vest draped over a plush chair nearby. Water was running in what was likely an adjacent bathroom, so Drake was sure his captor was likely in there, as well. As quietly as he could, he slipped off the bed, and reached for his clothing. His fingers were just closing around his vest when an imposing shape filled the door to the bathroom.
Taurus Bulba.
Drake quickly replayed the afternoon in his mind, getting as far as the little lady in the alley, and then being jumped by Bulba’s goons who shoved a cloth over his bill. He’d tried to struggle, but he hadn’t expected to be attacked while out running errands as mild-mannered Drake Mallard. Did Bulba know his secret identity?
The bull smirked as Drake pulled his clothing to his chest, partially hiding his naked body from view. “Ah, you’re awake, I see. When I had my associates kidnap Gosalyn’s adopted father, I hadn’t expected him to be such a lovely specimen.”
Drake Mallard? So, it was possible that the bull had no idea that he was really Darkving Duck. Time to play the innocent civilian card. “I don’t know who you are, but you won’t get away with this,” Drake insisted, taking a nervous step back as the businessman walked closer.
The bull let out a laugh, reaching down to grab Drake by the ropes that bound his wrists together. “Oh, but I think you do know who I am. I know who you are…” He leaned closer until he was inches away from Drake’s face. “You are Drake Mallard, Gosalyn’s father. But you are also - Darkving Duck.”
“Darkwing Duck? Handsome alpha vigilante who fights crime? Never heard of him,” Drake chuckled nervously, his feet getting tangled in his shirt that had fallen to the floor when the bull grabbed him.
“How cute. You are still trying to play innocent with me. Must be those alpha pheromones which are making you think you are something more than a delicate - little - omega. Come,” the bull ordered, dragging Drake forward like a sack of potatoes.
“Hey! Let go of me!” Drake shouted, attempting to dig his webbed feet into the carpet for traction.
“You are wasting my precious time, Darkving. This is my personal penthouse suite; it takes up the top three floors of the Quackwerks Tower. No one knows you are here except for me. Which means that you are at my mercy. So you should consider showing me the respect I am owed…”
“Respect! You kidnapped me!” the duck shouted, kicking at his kidnapper’s legs.
Taurus Bulba snarled, reaching out his free hand for a white cloth laying haphazardly on the bed stand. The duck was wrenched forward, the cloth pressed firmly over his bill. In moments, Drake’s vision began to blur, and he collapsed into the businessman’s waiting arms.
“When you wake, Darkving, I will have washed all of that putrid alpha scent off of your supple little body. For now, sleep…”
When Drake regained consciousness, he found his face pressed against the crimson bedsheets, once more. Keeping his eyes closed, he pinpointed the sound of liquid being poured into a glass filled with ice. Bulba was clearly in the next room, likely enjoying a drink at his own personal bar.
His feathers were damp, and Drake could see that the ropes had been replaced by a pair of black fluffy handcuffs. A quick tug and twist revealed that they were the real deal, not just some cheap sex toys. Bulba was clearly getting off on the idea of having an omega crime fighter at his mercy. If he could just get his hands out of these cuffs, he’d have a fighting chance…
“You are awake - again. How do you like your new bracelets, dorogoy?” the businessman asked, striding into the room. He was clothed in only a white partially-unbuttoned shirt and navy dress pants.
“Better than the ropes,” Drake grumbled. “And I’m not your dear anything.”
The bull chuckled, and drained his glass in a single swallow, before setting the cup down on a nearby table. “You know, it pays to be a wealthy bachelor. I have this entire penthouse suite to myself. It is the perfect place to entertain a delicate omega flower like you.”
Drake grit his teeth, twisting until he was sitting on the end of the bed. “You may have discovered my true identity, and my… gender, but that doesn’t mean I’ll go down without a fight.”
“I’d be so disappointed if you did,” the larger man said. He picked a small, black bottle off the table, holding it for Drake to see. “Do you know what this is, Darkving?”
The bottle had no lettering, just a flower on the side - a pink orchid. “No,” Drake admitted, keeping a close eye on the alpha for any sudden movements.
“I thought not. This is an experimental drug with a long and convoluted scientific name. Most refer to it by another name, ‘Blush.’ It is a rather pretty name for such a powerful concoction.” Taurus leaned closer, his finger poised on the trigger of the spray bottle. “Can you guess what it does?”
“It kills people?” Drake guessed, already knowing he’d guessed wrong. He tilted his face to the side, cringing as Taurus let out an amused laugh.
“Goodness, no. It was specifically designed with omegas, such as yourself, in mind,” the bull stated, pressing down firmly on the trigger. The spray wafted into the duck’s face, causing him to cough at the overly-pungent floral scent.
“That’s right - Darkving. Breathe it all in.”
Drake could feel his heartbeat speeding up rapidly as a sudden rush of warmth swept over him. What was this? He fell back against the crimson bedsheets, his body thrashing from side to side as something deep within him began to ache. His eyesight grew hazy as he gasped for breath under the onslaught of the chemicals in the spray.
“Do you understand now, Darkving? This spray is meant to induce your heat. It is most convenient for an alpha in a situation like this,” Taurus purred, untying his belt, and kicking his pants to the side. He didn’t bother removing his shirt or his very expensive gold watch.
“This is… this is rape,” Drake gasped, as the other man’s large hands began to roam over his body.
“I like to think of it as taking advantage of the situation. You have never taken an alpha’s mating bite before, have you?”
Mating bite? Why would Bulba want to mate with him? Wasn’t this just about dominance and sex? And why was it so hot? His former heats were never this erratic. Drake could feel the slick leaking out of him, prepping him for the alpha’s girthy manhood.
“Not to worry. I will take care of everything. All you have to do is submit to me,” the businessman purred, settling himself between the omega’s thighs.
“N-never!” Drake protested, attempting to shove the larger male away with his bound hands. The man’s firm chest didn’t budge an inch. In response, Taurus grabbed his wrists in one massive hand, pinning them above his head.
“Your struggles amuse me, Drake Mallard. You will be a fine prize. And if you behave, I will allow you to keep Gosalyn, and your secret identity. Not that anyone will believe that an omega like you was the infamous Darkving Duck.”
Drake gasped as the alpha’s manhood began to press into him.
“You’re so tight, Darkving. Have you never been with another man before?” the bull asked, shoving a few inches deeper in spite of the yelp the omega gave in response.
Drake flung his head to the side, attempting to bury his tears into the blanket below. He could handle this. He was Darkwing Duck… He was…
There were a few shallow thrusts, and then the alpha surged forward, burying himself fully into the omega’s prone body. At the same instant, he pressed his teeth to the crook of the duck’s delicate neck, biting down with sharp, alpha canines to leave a mating mark for all to see.
Drake felt his entire body go limp. That bite, he knew, was telling his body that he belonged to the alpha above him. That the bite would mark him as Bulba’s omega. They were as good as married in the eyes of society.
“Your little alpha games are over, Darkving Duck. From here on out, you are Drake Bulba, my mate,” the alpha purred, licking at the bloodied mark on the smaller male’s neck. He continued his onslaught until he finally released deep within the omega’s body.
Drake’s gaze remained fixed to the ceiling, even when the bull finally withdrew, and began pulling back on his clothes.
“I still have business to attend to. You may as well clean yourself up, and get comfortable with your new life. Naturally, little Gosalyn will move into one of the rooms here at the tower. Ah, perhaps I shall have the guest suite on the main penthouse floor converted into a bedroom for her. Far enough away that we can still enjoy our ‘personal’ time together in private.”
Drake averted his eyes, but couldn’t help flinching as he felt the alpha’s lips trace over the mark on his neck. He was almost unaware of the handcuffs being unlocked, and placed back into the bedside table drawer. It didn’t matter that they were gone; he was as much a prisoner now as he was when they were on his wrists - his own biology made sure of that.
“In other news, Taurus Bulba has decided to settle down. His mate-to-be is Drake Mallard, a completely unremarkable omega,” the newswoman announced, straightening her papers. “Rumor has it that he’s in his 30’s - a shockingly old age to be settling down with a mate.”
“Indeed, Sandra, but we shouldn’t be too hard on him. He’d likely have gotten mated years ago if he hadn’t hid his true gender with alpha pheromones. Why, he even adopted a child last year,” her beta co-anchor stated.
“Yes. As you can see from the photos, Mr. Bulba was quite eager to welcome his new mate and daughter into his home. How generous of him.” They both turned to the screen, where several shots of a petite, green-vested duck, and his spunky red-headed duckling were being ushered into Quackwerks Tower by the smiling businessman himself.
“Love must be in the air,” the alpha newswoman mused, turning her attention back to the cameraman.
I can see you stalking like a predator
I've been here before.
'Cause I can read those velvet eyes
And all I see is lies.
-Remedy (Little Boots)