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Note: This was just a list of random Yaoi my mind nagged me to write, here you go, plus I also wanted to experiment a little with Yaoi. Now please note, while there is no lemons, but there is still some suggestive material.

Chapter 19: Random Yaoi Moments

Storm's Passion:

Storm was always passionate about his feelings for Jet, even to the point that he, like Amy did to Sonic, kept a shrine dedicatted to his favorite green hawk, as well as a tote of pictures and everything.

He was afraid Wave would find them (as she's the one who mainly cleaned the house) and tell on him, or mock him, or maybe...worse, but it's not like he had much of a choice now to hold onto his secret, so he quietly opened the door, being careful not to punch, kick, or peck the door in half like he did the last time.

"Wave, I have something to admit to you." the albatross stated as he entered into the swallow's room.

Wave was in the middle of making a new gear, the skeleton of the board laying there on the table. She turned around and looked at Storm half-heartedly.

"What is it Storm?"

Storm slammed the door behind him, making the swallow cringe in her place.

"Do you have to slam my door?" she barked, making Storm flinch.

He was already nervous enough without Wave being cruel to him. Storm neared her and sat on her bed, a bad move considering the fact that it was laden with grease and his weight off set all the nuts and bolts on the bed, making the swallow groan in aggrivation.

She canceled her work and went to frivously picking up the nuts and bolts that had scattered everywhere. Storm watched her intently, afraid to move as the swallow girl he had grown up with intimidated him.

As she got older, she leaned less on him and more on herself, and since Bean was becoming more frequent around the blimp, it was a sign that Stom was losing both time and chances with Jet.

He could remember when Wave was a scared little girl, and Jet was just a little kid that peed all over himself every time he got scared- which was always- he was the one they looked up to for protection and wisdom, especially upon their abrupt arrival to Mobius, and now those moments are gone.

Wave stopped aging two years ago, and thus, her demeanor had changed. Storm was now 22. Meaning at his age, it was now or never.

Storm had always been a bashful one, but he pulled through and told Wave:

"Im a bisexual and I think I want to pursue an intimate relationship with Jet."

Wave's eyes shot up quickly and widely.

The revelation came so suddenly, so quickly, Wave had barely any time to process what Storm had just said. She always knew something was up whenever he had a chance to be alone with Jet, and how Storm guarded that blue toat with Jet's name on it under his bed like he was guarding something as precious as the Master Emerald, and she always suspected something was awefully different about him when Valentine's day came around and Jet got a box of chocolates, a teddy bear, a brand new necklace, and she got an "I Heart My Mommy" mug from the dollar store.

"S-Storm..." Now Wave was the one studdering back to her equal. "Yes Wave." Storm answered with his head low to the ground. Wave stood up and cupped the albatrosses head in her hands and lifted his face to hers.

For Storm, this was the moment of truth. Either Wave would lift up his spirits, or slap him on the spot. "St-Storm," she said softly. "I-I didn't know. How long have you-" "Felt like this," Storm finished for her. "When I became old enough to know you were just an ass."

Wave blushed hotly.

"Don't even try to defend yourself. You know as well as I do what you have done." Storm's eyes were distant when he said that.

Wave felt ashamed of herself. Of course she had known what she had done. Her and Storm's whole friendship could be considered a cycle of abuse to most.

They'd violently fight and call each other names, sabatoge whatever the other was doing on purpse, hit at each other, make-up only when Jet was around, but then turn around and start fighting again, and don't even get her started on April Fool's Day.

The only thing she could muster up now was a sigh and a, "Does Jet know?"

Storm looked crossed between scared and glaring at her. "If he knew, would I come to you for advice?" Storm growled. Now it was Wave's turn to flinch.

"Storm," Wave was afraid to peel the next words out of her mouth. "I think you better discuss this with Jet, because I'm afraid you're about to lose him to someone else."

"Who?" Storm exasperatted, feeling his pain choke him.

"Her name is Rose. Jet should be home within an hour. That should be enough time to wear your finest and admit your love for him." Wave advised.

Storm didn't know whether to sob or hug Wave for being a good friend to him. Intead, he whispered, "Do you really think I have a chance with him?"

"I think you should go get ready." Was all that the swallow returned as she hugged the albatross and sent him out of her room.

She was happy for Storm, but she had this gut feeling inside of her that kept nagging her that something would go wrong.

Later...

Wave could hear the familiar thud of Jet slamming the door behind him, and the familiar break of valuables as Jet threw another tantrum. Those were beginning to become more and more frequent lately, and Wave was in fear for Storm.

"Bitches," Jet called, using his new name for his teammates. "Where are you? And why isn't dinner on the table?"

Wave was trembling now. Not for Jet though, for Storm.

Wave, slowly walked out of her room to escort Storm towards Jet, dreading every outcome possible because she knew that Storm would be crushed if Jet didn't accept, and abused if Jet did.

Since Wave started dating Bean, she knew that love didn't quite make you the brightest tool on the shelf. And she knew only that much because Bark hated her, and she hated him.

Storm was bright in other ways, but when it came down to books or potential mates...not so much.

She was shocked at what she saw.

Storm looked like a million red rings. He wore his finest Babylonian attire, a pair of white half-slacks with a loincloth in the middle, his trademark necklace, bare hands with rings on them, showing off his flame markings, he wore a brigh red cape, and a bandana with hooked rings on his head. He wore no goggles, and his tennis shoes were replaces with a pair of sandals that rose up to his calves. He had paint on his face, and a good luck symbol painted onto his chest. On his mouth, he wore a smile, and she had never seen him smile like that before.

Wave smiled at Storm and Jet, who went stomping into their vicinity, fell into the floor laughing. Storm's confident smile wavered at the hawk's laugh.

"What are you dressed that nice for?" Jet laughed.

Storm, his breath quickening, his muscles tightning to paralysis, slowly said, "Jet, I want to pursue a relationship with you."

The hawk's laughter turned to silence. The whole blimp turned to silence, awaiting Jet's answer. Then they got it-violence.

Almost Kiss:

Nack and Sonic were discussing topics together, alone (just about relationships until the topic of kissing men comes up), when suddenly, Nack and Sonic found themselves leaning in automously closer to the point their noses met, but not yet their mouths.

Leaning in closer and closer, they whispered each others names, and then "Are you two having a Yaoi moment?" asked Jet, ruining the romantic gesture.

Teasing:

Lightning was standing across the room when he noticed Espio teasing him. Like strip teasing and smacking his lips (If chameleons even have lips) and shaking his hips all sensual like.

Lightning was sure that he was teasing him on purpose just to ruffle his feathers, but then again, Espio woudn't have made the trip over to smack his butt and go, "Damn sexy" before walking back off to stand with the Chaotix.

"What was that about?" Predator asked, staring at the chameleon as he swayed his hips, as if beckoning Lightning to follow.

"I. Don't. Know." replied Lightning, staring on.

Statement:

Skylar knew that since he couldn't win Treenuts's affection, he would go for the gold and hunt down more appealing prey, but not before making a statement.

He marched right up to Scar, pulled him off of Treenuts's lips, and started to make out with him.

When Skylar stopped, all was silent. Scar stared on and on at him until he finally said, "Come with me."

Skylar looked at him, and he followed, knowing that his face was going to pay the price.

When they had dissappeared from view, Scar pinned Skylar up against the wall, kissing him, grabbing body parts, all but ripping off his clothes. Skylar was moaning and enjoying it, especially the neck kisses, up until they heard, "Scar!" "Skylar!" from none other than their mothers.

Love Till The Point Of Anger:

Antoine often thought of Sonic as cute sometimes to the point it made him mad, other times Sonic appeared hotter than the stove he cooked on, and it was almost enticing to walk to the other side and test out it's fine waters, but then he gets angry and casts the thought out of his mind, but he knew that those thoughts, oh they would be back, would creep up on him once more.

Cute Enough To Kiss:

Nack knew that he was a straight as a board, but sometimes he'd get an inkling that some of the guys he saw were cute enough for him to kiss, and then he'd get mad and punch a hole in the wall. It didn't help that Bark had him labeled as 'The Hot One.'

Secrets:

Espio liked Lightning a lot more than he should.

Watching that lynx put a gallon of milk into the shopping cart made Espio fume with rage and hormones, thinking about how hot that'd be if that was Lightning by his side, kissing him, holding his hand, being intimate with him, and then he realized that he had Shadow to screw and that made him even angrier.

Maybe he loved Lightning, but he'll never know, Espio clenched his teeth together and threw a packet of meat at the Destructix, making them turn slowly around, like it was a horror movie, and Espio knew that in a few minutes, he'd get a chance to touch Lightning again.

Truth:

Bark led Nack and Bean far out into Green Hill Zone before revealing his intentions. "What is it Bark?" Nack asked, annoyed as hell. Bark started moving his hands around in sign language, something both Bean and Nack understood well, and said, "I would like to ask the both of you out onto a date." Bark smiled at them awaiting a response. Bean and Nack turned as red as blood and didn't move a muscle. "A sample of my wares." Bark mouth as he moved in and kissed both of his teammates on the lips. Both Bean and Nack passed out.

Feelings Revealed:

A fight was ensuing. Predator Hawk and Lightning were engaging in how they would kill their next victim, trying to outrank each other in the violence factor. While they weren't actually trying to kill each other, they knew this practice was crucial to their careers as serial killers.

Meanwhile, the master serial killer, Flying Frog, covered in the blood from his previous victims of the day, was ready to see his brothers from other mothers and ask them if they'd like to helphis massacre someplace.

He knew asking Simian would be futile because he doesn't believe in killing others and is in intense therapy from where he was forced to kill innocent zone cops trying to help Fiona bust Scourage out of prison. Fiona's concious doesn't quite agree with murder either. But at least Lightning and Predator do!

Flying himself didn't understand why he enjoys killing, but often, the lady in his head would pester him that it must be done, or else something bad would happen to his uncle. She was such a nice lady, and looked an awful lot like his mother, even though she wasn't his mother. The people he also partied with would agree that he was doing good by killing too. And eventually, it became an addiction for our early-twenties aged, insane frog.

He also had a list of mental problems stacked high alongside his schizophrenia and violent outbursts. Predator and Lightning, they were just filled with bloodlust.

Today, the lady in his head was taking a nap, and so were the other party-goers, so it was just the silence in Flying's head aching him that morning. So he walked, on his own two legs, towards Lightning's room, and listened close through the door.

Silence.

That must mean that fun is happening! The mad frog thought.

And so, Flying, being Flying, barged into Lightning's room, only to find the lynx and the hawk locking lips.

Their heads flipped up to look at who opened the door, and there he was, the murderous frog himself, standing there without a grin.

"Are you gonna tell?" was all that Predator could muster out.

Between all of Flying's mental illnesses, his eyes looked hazy, dead, hollow, so there was no way to tell what he was thinking exactly.

"It just happened, brother." Lightning tried to explain, but the frog wielded no answers. His tongue layed dead in his mouth.

Instead, he meandered over and crawled under Lightning's futon and refused to come out.

Predator Hawk huffed and sighed in annoyance. "I'll go get his damn water so he doesn't die under there."

In The Kitchen...

"What does that little creep do under your bed all day?" Predator asked.

"He just stays under there," Lightning shrugged. "But mostly, he watches me. He only does that when he's bored or annoyed?"

"What would happen if you poked him with a stick?" Fiona snickered as she ate her cereal, sitting on the countertop, still in her pajamas.

"He's hiss at me and then I'd find him standing over me in my sleep." Lightning sneers.

"He does that anyway." Fiona snorted.

"He sleepwalks," Simian explained, as he was, just like Fiona, still in his pajamas, in the afternoon. "Don't know why, just does."

"When will he come out?" Fiona asked. "Later." Predator and Lightning answered simutameously.

"Sometimes he falls asleep under your bed," Simian added. He swallowed his sadza and continued to speak. "Maybe you should fix him some of that chamomile tea you always have with you and let him drink that, then remove him once he's unconcious."

"Frogs don't have a REM sequence in their sleep, nice try." Lightning educated.

"Could we use loud noises to bring him out?" Scourge asked as he shuffled into the kitchen.

"And have him flip out into a violent, screaming outburst," Predator hissed. "Not happening." "Outbursts?" Scourge mumbled.

"Yeah," Lightning answered haughtily. "Stuff that sets him off. Makes his insanity come out more."

Scourge flicked back and forth his ears and asked, "Oh, you mean his autism."

"No you bastard," Simian spoke with anger, defending the mad frog. "He has psychosis, schizophrenia, and can be considered clinically insane. He is not autistic, and he is certainly smarter than all of us put together in this room."

"Geez, I didn't say he was dumb. I just wondered if he had autism." Scourge muttered. The whole room growled at him.

"What do we do now?" Predator asked Lightning."I'll tell you later." The lynx pried shushing his comrade.

Later That Night...

Flying and the gang were gathered together before Lightning and Predator Hawk as they made their stunning relevation-They were together.

End Of Chapter 19

I know there wasn't a lot of Yaoi moments to satisfy your heart's content, but all of you will have to realise is that I want to keep originality (And my own thought) from being mediocre. You can literally find Yaoi and Yuri all over the internet, and my contribution will be buried and like the rest of the Yaoi fanfics out there.

Next chapter will take a while to build, so you must forgive me on the time it takes for it to arrive.