A/N: Welcome all! Happy Valentines, lovey mushy... love day to you. And so, to celebrate the mushiest, lovey-doviest day of the year, I give you a special chapter of TV Tropes 100...

The Gayest Chapter EVER!

This will be on all the characters that fit into the Ambiguously Gay trope. And believe me... there are MANY, besides only the two they show on the website. And so, this is dedicated to all the lovers out there, both gay and not... Here's to you. WARNING: This chapter will show slash, SSP, yaoi, yuri, whatever you want to call it... I don't want to hear it if you don't like it, I gave you fair warning. These will be rated from tame to... risque. So... here we go.

The Gayest Chapter EVER!

Ambiguously Gay Chapter

X~O~X

1. Private x Mort

The youngest penguin sat on a wall in the zoo, feeling as if nothing could ruin his day. Sun shining, weather fair... and he had a new butterscotch lolly that he could enjoy for hours since it was sooo big. Just as he was about to take another lick when he heard a small voice beneath him.

"Could I have lick?"

Mort looked up at him with big eyes, just so hard to resist. Private sighed, but patted the spot next to him, allowing Mort to climb up, the two of them sharing the lolly in the warm sunshine.

2. Mason x Roger

Mason never asked for much. Just some operas playing over his record player. But was he going to get that? No.

Phil broke the player.

He would just read Shakespeare and sip tea, and...

An ethereal voice shattered his broody brooding and snapped him back into the real world. It sounded like his records! But... he was the only one who...

Roger rubbed his throat. It was getting late, and he was probably disturbing his neighbors. As he got ready to go, he noticed Phil, watching him from a wall. "Please don't stop singing." Roger smiled... and sang again.

3. Rico x Kowalski

After yet ANOTHER long day of experimenting, testing, launching, following, waddling and cute-and-cuddly-ing, Kowalski was finally able to go to his lab and relax. He put his head on the table and just stopped moving.

It had been that kind of day.

No matter what, everything had gone wrong. Maybe he could sit... forever, and... and not... do anything...?

He felt a strange, comfortable sensation in his back. Nice, and yet... unfamiliar and... pleasant. He leaned into it, humming a bit. Rico bent over and preened his neck, cooing softly. Maybe it wasn't that bad of a day after all.

4. Skipper x Hans

Denmark was often colder than not, and Skipper was glad his turn to be look-out was over. Hans was curled up and asleep on the ground right below him. Almost made him feel bad for waking him.

Almost.

"Skipper..." He peeked at him with one eye. "Why don't you come to sleep?" With a strong pull, Skipper was in Hans' flippers, something he frowned upon since they first started, but now seemed... harmless...

"Alright." He said, burying his face in Hans' chest. "But next time, you take your post." Hans chuckled. There was always next time.

5. Fred x Antonio

They started off slowly... tenderly...

Such was the language of love.

No one really understood him...

Not the way that HE had.

Antonio...

The way he played those strings...

As if caressing a lover, his lover.

He played only just the right ones...

The notes in time to fit the mood.

For Fred...

Not many could see how they...

Even worked together, at all.

But they knew it, they felt it...

What they shared every night.

The magic...

It was there, and it was real...

Feelings rising and falling.

Like the tides on the shore...

Against each other, breathing.

Alive...

6. Joey x Rico

"And WHY should I let you stay with me?"

"Auwagabadabada."

"Uh-huh. And that doll o' yours?"

"Bagaba."

Rico had come to him complaining of a nightmare. He figured that with him, at least, he had a safe chance of escaping a zombie attack.

At least... it worked that way in theory.

Joey didn't agree, however, as he crossed his strong arms. "I still don't see why I have to—" His annoyed banter was cut short though, by a quick peck on the cheek. Joey sighed and looked around before opening his pouch to the bird.

7. Skipper x Private

He waited for him to get off duty. It was a long night shift... but the boy could handle it. And Skipper had to wait.

If only to say...

Private came back drowsy, but proud of a night's good work. He climbed into the bunk he shared with Skipper, flipper finding his mate's, beak on Skipper's neck. The soft caresses were something that could make Skipper melt like butter... nothing else could...

Skipper sighed. It was now or never, and he finally had Private, alone. Before Private could start anything, Skipper took a breath... and told him how he felt.

8. Becky x Stacy

It had been one of those nothing-is-happening, lie-around days. Nothing WAS supposed to happen, and they WERE supposed to lie around, actually. Was it their fault that something innocent had turned into something...

Deliciously deviant and delightful?

Becky only proposed they practice kissing. "Y'know, for when we meet boys!" And Stacy agreed. Totally. So they practiced. Most of the morning was dedicated to how long they could lock lips for and giving each other tips.

Could they help it if paws started to wander?

Or if whispered tips turned into rough groans and squealing gasps?

No. They supposed not.

9. King Julien x The Archer

Those perfect eyes...

That amazing coat...

The accent didn't hurt either...

Julien wasn't sure when, or how it had happened, but he had fallen, hard, for that guy. The french archer-y one. What was his name? Oh yeah... Ze Archer! He had those roguish good looks that a king could seriously go for. And go and go and go for. Yeah, just... keep going. Just like that. He wanted to reach out and unmask him, but each time, he would back up, never slowing down, and chuckling, playing his game of slow torture and keep away. He just... kept going.

10. Kowalski x Julien

There were nights of endless pleasure...

Julien didn't remember how long it had taken him to stop crying. All those nights together. Their first night together rang truest in his memory.

The way he kissed, surprisingly gentle down his body as Julien's tail curled into itself and around them. His fingers, long and delicate artists' fingers, played him in all the right ways. So hard to resist... it made him scream with ecstasy, cry with glee...

He couldn't believe how he got along without him. Why had he started remembering now?

"Kowalski..."

It's all coming back to me now.

~x~o~x~o~

A/N: So... that's all for this round. Happy Valentines day everyone, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. The candy. The condoms. The fact that they're both usually free... It's a great holiday. So go forth, and be all like... Hay! I leiks yew!

If nothing else... I like you. Please review.