A\N: Thank you for the awesome reviews!
Song:
Kowalski´s fingers slowed to a stop as the song ended. He placed the guitar on the chair before looking nervously at Blowhole. The other held no expressions on his face. "So…what do you think?" Kowalski asked nervously. The mad scientist looked at him. "I didn´t like it." "Oh." "I LOVED it!" Kowalski threw a sock at him.
Invite:
"I´m the baddest of them all! I´m so bad in fact, that good girls\guys turn bad!" Maurice rolled his eyes. Julian nudged him suddenly. "Look. Bet I can get that chic bad?" Maurice shrugged and turned away. The young king looked over the floor, before his eyes caught someone. "Oh…..wow! Now that´s what I call a real catch!" He made his way over to Skipper. "Hey, Skipp!" The leader glanced at him, already irritated. "What?" Julian grabbed his arm, pulling him into a room. "I want to talk to you." The other sighed. "Okay, what? But make it quick, I have to go in about five minutes." Skipper looked up, seeing Julian grinning at him. "What? Ringtail…" The king had now moved to his personal space, leaning in to kiss Skipper´s cheek. He then tried to pull the leader into a warm hug. But within seconds, he was on floor. Skipper backed away toward the door. Julian stood up, watching him go. He suddenly felt this huge disappointment, not because he failed as a bad-maker, but because Skipper hadn´t accepted the invitation.
Hostage:
Clemson finished tying his hostage to a chair. Private´s whole body felt too numb to move. The other had forced some drug in his mouth, which the boy spat out instantly. But some of it had managed to get to him. Clemson finally finished, now bending down to look at his work. His eyes traveled up, meeting Private´s. He raised a hand and brushed a hair strain away from Private´s face. Skipper´s soldier shook his head clear, feeling the numbness slowly leaving him. "What are you going to do?" The red-haired villain stood straight. "I´m going to either keep you or black-mail Skipper. Both good choices actually." "And why would you want to keep me?" The Brit asked, before coming face to face with the other. "Guess." Clemson replied, running his tongue over Private´s lips.
Stars:
Kowalski gazed up into the black sea of gas. Okay, stars. But they were gas. Today, the sky decided to be gracious and gave him a full view of the galaxy. Kowalski could even make out nebulas or two planets. The scientist wasn´t enjoying the view, but the rare opportunity to explore space without leaving the earth. People always said this was so romantic. What was romantic about gas? Glowing gas. It was like saying neon lights are handsome. As his eyes swept over the black blanket, he caught something. No it couldn´t be, could it? Right there, if he looks closely, he could see a D. Then down there was an O. To the left an R. Here an I. 87° north an S. Kowalski blinked. It was just his imagination. Was it?
:
Blowhole was in his lab, mixing a chemical know as H²O with one of his own. He froze when a slight tickle at his neck made him shiver. Hans wrapped his arms around his waist. "Hans, how many times did I tell you, don´t sneak up on me like that when I´m working!" The Dane rolled his eyes. He didn´t care at all about his boyfriend´s work. It was always the same. Experimenting, staying awake for hours, then coming out of his lab, scorched and exhausted. Hans continued with teasing his neck, trying to wake up Blowhole and get him to respond to the suggestion of making out. "Not now, I´m in the middle of a world discovery." Hans ignored him, gliding his tongue over the skin. "Hans!" BOOM! The two found themselves in a corner, both scorched now. Blowhole´s lover grinned before trapping him in a hug.
Bad:
Kowalski could barely take his eyes off Marlene. She had him around her finger as she danced on the floor, ignoring Julian who was delighted. The girl looked into his eyes seductively as she came closer, swaying her hips to the music. Skipper and Rico were watching their friend´s ordeal. "Now that´s what they call naughty." Skipper chuckled. The brunette was now sitting on his lap, leaning in closer. Her lips grazed his when Julian suddenly leapt from behind them. "Marlene! What are you doing? You´re mine!" A quick shift and Marlene had managed to kick Julian back while still on top of Kowalski. The scientist gathered his courage before returning the favor.
Signed:
Mort´s art wasn´t really the best. The eyes were too big or far apart, the head way too big or the colors weird. Private held up the picture of what looked like two aliens having their arms entwined in a horrible knot, while they had pain\anger filled looks on their faces. Mort´s crush knew exactly that it was Mort and Private holding hands, smiling happily. Even though it could win an award for the ugliest picture ever, for Private it was the most beautiful one. Because it was signed with love.
*Kidnapped1:
Hans had already prepared the cell for Private. Now his prisoner was huddling fearfully in a corner, watching the other´s every move. The villain dialed a number from a stolen phone so it couldn´t be tracked. "Hello?" "Greetings Skipper." "Hans! What do you want?" "How about a little fun? Black-mailing is my favorite game. Okay, here we go. I have Private. And if you ever want to see him again, you´ll have to meet me at the Central Park pond at 0000 hours. And if you bring anyone, he´ll be dead before you can blink." The Dane hung up. "Skippah will save me!" Private said, even though he was just telling himself that. "Oh sure! He can´t." "Wh-why not?" "Because he´ll be waiting forever at the pond and I´ll be here, having a little fun with you."
Bang:
As a scientist, Kowalski believed in the big bang and knew that it won´t happen again. Wow, was he wrong. That one night, the door opened to his room. Kowalski turned, expecting Skipper to be scolding him for staying up so late, only to see Blowhole right there. He looked at Kowalski, a desperate look on his face. "Blowhole? What are-" The half-sane genius found himself suddenly on the floor, his enemy on top. He wanted to yell for help, only to experience his own big bang as Blowhole kissed his lips eagerly.
Together:
Private cried in front of the grave of his Uncle Nigel. Everyone except his team, had left, the funeral long over. Skipper signaled the others to go ahead home. After they were alone, the leader took Private in his arms. The boy wrapped his arms around his lover´s neck, crying into his shoulder. Skipper held him tight, softly stroking his head. "I miss him so much already!" "We all do Private." The older man whispered. "I won´t make it through! I loved Uncle Nigel!" Of course you did Private and-" Private sobbed harder. Skipper pulled away, wiping the tears away, just for more to come sliding down, mingling with the drizzle. "Listen, you´ll, no, we will make it through this. Together."
Golf:
"Aannnnnnnnd HIT!" Hans yelled as Clemson scored another ball. "You´re getting really good at golf." "Well," Clemson replied, leaning on his stick(I forgot what it´s called!). "I couldn´t have done it without your help, Hans." His boyfriend smiled, squinting in the sun. "Another try?" "Yeah, ready?" "Yes." Clemson swung, making a perfect shot. But before the ball could complete it´s journey, Hans grabbed it. "Hey, what are you doing? I could´ve made it." "And you still can. All you have to do is get the ball. " Hans yelled over his shoulder as he started running. The other stared at him at first, before chasing after him. "Hans! Give it back, you idiot!" The Dane just laughed. Clemson picked up the pace, finally managing to tackle him down. They wrestled around for a few minutes before Hans sprang up again, and ran back to the hole, dropping the golf ball in. "CLEMSON SCORED AT GOAL!" Hans cheered. His lover smacked him. The black-haired villain grinned. "Who says golf isn´t a real sport?" "Yeah."
A\N: *= There will be a part two. Anyway, R&R! /:-D