A/N: Here's the next chapter! Read and enjoy.

Skipper shot up in a quick sweat and looked around his room. It was morning. Skipper sighed deeply and walked over to the mirror that loomed over his dresser. He examined his neck. It was bruised from the night before. He threw himself on his bed and closed his eyes. He sat there, deep in concentration, wondering why his urges were just showing up now. He had tried to bury them as best he could. He had been with of plenty of woman before, yet he couldn't crave them as much as he craved a-

"Skippah! We're off to do errands now," Private walked into the room, clad in white and black uniform. The leader lifted himself into a sitting position and got a good look at the Private.

"Good. Now, remember, to try your best not to arouse suspicion," Private nodded right before Kowalski and Rico came and directed him out of the room in their regular, everyday clothes. Skipper thought about going with them but he didn't want to see any unwanted faces. He'd just have a laid in day, by himself. The man got snuggled into his bed, and actually felt fully relaxed until he heard the music. He growled to himself about how he was going to kill Julien and went to enter the headquarters.

Once he was in the secret underground base, Skipper changed into his favorite suit and sat reading completed mission reports. Then the thought struck him: He forgot to write about his last mission. He suddenly grew worried about how'd he write about it. He'd definitely be demoted if the Sergeant found out about his encounters. The leader grabbed a pen and paper and began to write.

"Three team members were abducted by Hans Nielsen and taken to a lair somewhere in Albany, New York," He felt a feeling building up in his gut, he didn't know what it was. "I eventually caught up and found the enemy. It turned out that four other people were working with him. Dr. Blowhole, The Red Squirrel, Clemson Johnston and Savio Alvarez. We negotiated and I walked out with team members at hand," Skipper stared down at his paper, disappointed that it was so short. He crumpled up the paper and blindly aimed it for the trash can behind him. Skipper waited for the victorious echoed thump or disappointing dud of the paper ball but he didn't here neither sound. The leader tensed up and looked behind him. There, standing in a dark pleasure was Hans. He read the paper and threw it away.

"That paper is garbage," Hans said, dusting his hands. "You missed the best part," The Dane chuckled to himself and made his way to a chair next to Skipper.

"How'd you get in here?" The leader looked at him, stomach suddenly being tied in knots.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out," Hans leaned towards the commander and put a hand on his leg.

"Why are you here?" His leg tingled under the touch and sent waves of electricity into his spine.

"I came to talk to you Skipper," Hans smiled wide. "Did you miss me?" His senses screamed yes.

"Nope..." Hans looked surprised.

"You didn't? Wasn't you craving to be touched again?" Again, Skipper's body yelled yes.

"No... Actually, Savio came and saw me yesterday," Hans looked amused and grabbed Skipper's head. He observed his neck and saw the bruise.

"Looks like you two got into things," Skipper didn't respond. "Skipper, you been spacing out a lot. Penny for your thoughts," The leader scoffed at the old saying.

"Why place the fruit there if the man can't have it?" He said in a quiet voice. "The forbidden fruit... It's only there to cause temptation," Skipper recalled his days in the Academy. How he had learned of 'Don't ask; Don't tell' and of his first kiss... In the boy's only military school. Skipper rubbed his face and tried to rid his mind of the memories.

"Skipper, I know what you're hiding. You don't need to be ashamed," Hans leaned in closer to him. "Give in to temptation, Skipper. Give in and the fruit will be yours," Skipper licked his lips and stared at Hans. He knew? How many people knew of his not-so-secret?

"That part of me has no place in the military," Skipper tried to keep a straight face but he couldn't. He observed every inch of his frienemy's face. His shiny black hair. His toned face.

"Skipper..." Hans raised an eyebrow. Skipper's breaths came out shakily.

"God, you're handsome," Skipper's body turned to jelly.

"Oh, thank you," Hans smirked and Skipper grabbed the villain into a kiss. The Dane climbed into the soldier's lap and they continued to make out. All Skipper was thinking about was unleashing the part of him that was trapped in the closet. All the years of frustration went into kissing Hans. When Hans pulled away, Skipper glared angrily at him.

"I knew you'd come clean to yourself," Hans stood up and licked his lips. Skipper smirked widely. "I'll see you later," Hans climbed the ladder and disappeared through the open hatch before Skipper could protest. But he wasn't mad. He had a bite of the forbidden fruit and, God, it tasted sweet.

A/N: Oh yes, I know the Skans fans are going crazy. Sorry for not updating in 2 days. School's been holding me back. I would like to thank my loyal reviewers for giving me inspiration to continue. I think CrazeTheWaffleCat read my mind since I was going to name this chapter Forbidden Fruit anyway. o3o Well... Until next update, bye!

"What makes resisting temptation difficult for some people is they don't want to discourage it completely," - Franklin P. Jones