A/N: I just HAD to make another chapter after reading the reviews. So, here it is.

When Skipper went to retrieve his team, his hair stuck up in many directions, his body was covered with sweat, saliva and bites, and he was wearing a combination of random clothes found in Blowhole's closet.

"Skippah!" The now untied Private was sprinting towards his leader when the leader held up a hand.

"No hugs, Private," His voice came out groggy and tired. The young soldier stared at his leader for a moment.

"Okay..." He sounded a bit disappointed and Skipper made a mental note to give Private hug when he was all recuperated. The four soldiers walked through the hallways silently until they spotted Dr. Blowhole smiling in their direction.

"Blowhole!" Rico, Kowalski and Private got into fighting stance and was about to advance.

"At ease," The three looked confused and lowered out of fighting stance when the saw Skipper walking up to the villian. He just stared expressionless at the evil scientist.

"What's wrong? We gave you your men back," Blowhole smiled a toothy smile.

"Did Savio release Ringtail, Mort, Marlene and Maurice?"

"They should be there when you get home," There was a silence. "Minions! Escort these three outside," 6 red clad minions appeared and started forcing the team out the door.

"Don' tou me!" Rico pushed their grips off his arms and turned to Skipper, his face showing pure outrage.

"Don't worry Rico. I'll be fine and you'll be fine. Just go," Skipper's serious expression tamed Rico and the team followed the minions to the exit. When Blowhole knew they were out of earshot, he turned back to Skipper.

"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it, Skipper," The villian whispered into Skipper's ear. The hot breath tickled his neck but Skipper kept a sober face on.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. The multiple kisses we all gave you. Savio's bites. The touching. You were obviously turned on," Skipper stood silent.

"Come into my office. We don't need my minions overhearing our conversation," The two started walking back into the room where it all started, which was apparently Blowhole's office. When Skipper walked into the room, he saw all the villians sitting there. Skipper turned to Blowhole.

"I think I should go now," Blowhole shook his finger and forced Skipper into the middle of the room.

"We should really talk about this first," Skipper froze at the stares of the villians and waited for someone to talk.

"Stop trying to hide it, Skipper," Hans looked at the soldier suggestively.

"We were all there," The Red Squirrel's grin showed his buck teeth.

"We all saw how you got under our touch," Skipper closed his eyes as Clemson spoke. He started to tap his foot.

"And all those moans you tried so hard to keep low? We all heard them," Skipper tapped his foot faster.

"Wouldn't you just kill..." Blowhole's voice was low and enticing.

"...To feel that..." Savio's seductive spanish accent made Skipper's spine shiver.

"... Just one more time?" Skipper opened his eyes suddenly and saw Hans standing a bit too close. The Dane had an amused look plastered to his face. "You would, wouldn't you Skipper?" Skipper's foot tapped even faster. Resist... Resist... Skipper tried with all his might to resist the urge but he gave in. His hands grabbed Hans closer and he kissed him forcefully. But as quickly as the kiss started, it stopped. Skipper pulled away and scowled at everyone in the room before storming out. The enemies all stared at each other, exchanging evil smiles.

"We got him," Hans and Savio high fived.

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Skipper raced through the lair's hallways. He needed to get out of there. He needed to get back to the apartment-turned-HQ. He needed to take a long hot shower and wash THEM off of him. He needed to forget this ever happened. When he finally reached the exit, he composed himself. His team didn't need to see how distraught he looked.

"What took you so long?" Private had a concerned look on his face when the leader walked out.

"I had to handle Blowhole," Skipper was silently worried that he was being too vague but the rest of the team seemed satisfied with the answer.

"Did you thwart him?" Kowalski had his hands behind his back, which is usually what he did in Skipper's presence.

"Of course. That's what I do," The rest of the team cheered and patted Skipper on the back.

"I commend you for taking out that cretin by yourself, Skipper. You prove your leadership to us in the most amazing ways," Kowalski smiled wide and patted Skipper on the back.

"Let's go home, boys," The four made there way to the pink flowered jeep and drove back into the city. On the way, Skipper couldn't get his mind off the day's events. It started off as just a rescue mission but it turned into something more forbidden... And the leader knew he'd need to experience it again.

A/N: Okay, yeah, I now have big ideas for this story. I don't know how long it's going to be but I know it's going to have more than 3 chapters.