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Undertow	By : pronker Category: +M through R > Penguins of Madagascar Views: 11341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this fanfiction set in Dreamworks' Penguins of Madagascar franchise. I do not own its characters, basic premise or settings.

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"Mmmm, a sweet kiss, thank you, Skippa. K'walski and Rico hinted they'd stop to show the kids to Fred in the park so we've got oodles of alone time."
"They are? That's nice. Ooooh, that's even nicer, yeah, keep going, babe."
"I twigged you'd like this for a change from the last fifteen nights." The bubbles rising past the portholes distracted Skipper from laser-like concentration, not that he truly minded on this mellow evening of July The Third.
"I think it's time we trimmed your claws," Skipper mentioned idly, leaning to the side to see Private's feet better.
Private sat back on his heels, glowering at his commander. "Do you mind? I'm tryin' to concentrate." He leaned forward, grasping Skipper's cock firmly.
"Dammit, Private, you're not trying to start a lawnmower."
"Sorrysorry. But could you just be quiet? Are you sure you even want this?"
"Rightarooney. Go ahead." Skipper snickered at his choice of words.
Private rolled his eyes and bent to take Skipper in his beak. For long moments the only sounds were the sounds of sucking.
"Did you ask Rico to buy the muskmelon that I wanted when you two went to the market this afternoon?" Skipper asked.
Private sucked harder.
Skipper grabbed his head, stopping him. "Did you? Because if you didn't - "
Private reached up, disentangling the fist from his feathers before pushing away from his commander and standing.
"Is that all you can think about? I'm suckin' you off and you're worried about a melon? Wotever happened to Routine Thirty-Four?"
"Marlene's coming over tomorrow and it's her favorite. I plan to serve muskmelon smoothies when she's here. I am cooking lunch because, well, never mind. Actually, Maurice is lending me his blender and advice -"
"You're thinkin' about mammals Marlene and Maurice whilst I'm givin' you head? Do you know how that sounds?" Private screeched.
"You are over-reacting, Private."
"'Private'? Oi, I'm not 'babe', not 'my Private', but 'Private'? Fine. That's just great! You want your melon, fine." Private marched into the kitchen and retrieved the muskmelon before storming back towards the bunks. He plunged his beak into the thick rind, spun the melon and quickly spat a wedge of mushed melon to the floor. He tossed the fruit to his commander. "Here. When you're ready, use the melon. It's the only hole you're goin' to get in these quarters." Private turned and stomped to the refrigerator, muttering.
Skipper looked at the perfect hole in the fruit and then down at his cock. Hmmm. He shook his head. What was he thinking? He hadn't even wanted sex, but Private expected it every night just like clockwork. Now Skipper himself was contemplating an inanimate object. That was sad. Very sad. He was sure that Private would learn to be an amazing lover, given time. And he could live with the impatience of youth.
He looked at the fruit again and licked the hole. Ohhh, that was nice. All pulpy and warm from the friction of Private's beak. It would feel really nice around -
No. Absolutely not. He resolutely pulled out his tongue. He should be talking to Private. Maybe he was hornier than he realized. He turned to the door of the refrigerator and knocked to announce his presence to Private, who was bent over in a suggestive manner as he searched the crisper bin for something or other.
"Private, let's talk about this."
"Talk to the melon."
"Just open the door," Skipper sighed. Damn. The bird sure had his waddle out of joint over this.
"Like hurt feelin's would stop you." Private continued poking through celery, radishes and onions that Rico used making sushi.
Skipper pulled the door open until it hit the automatic stop. Private straightened up with a hand of ginger sprouting from his curled fist. The knobs of the ginger appeared as knurled as the King of the Mole Men's thick fingers. Private said nothing more. Oh, the silent treatment?
Skipper felt utterly ridiculous as he pictured Ringtail's reaction to all this. The lemur king would roll on his back in hysterics if he ever found out about Stinky Fishy Bird's problems on this particular subject. "Private, don't get sore. I just had my mind on other things."
Private snorted and slammed the refrigerator door shut.
Skipper spoke reasonably. "I just said that your skills aren't refined, and that perhaps you need more drills. Drills that I am happy to provide. Now calm down."
He pulled Private next to him on the bottom bunk and stroked his shoulders. "Relax. Let me show you what I mean."
Private pouted. "I don't want you to. You like the melon better than me."
Skipper smiled as he ran a bold flipper downwards. "No, I don't. I like you best of all birds. I like the way you sigh when you're turned on. I like the way you fluff - no, not that way, but you're improving at that, too, now listen to me - fluff your chest feathers to tangle in the feathers on my belly when we kiss." Skipper reached the erogenous zone encircling Private's preening gland. He tickled before caressing it and as it obliged with a dollop of oil, Private squeaked before he flopped into a limp heap.
Skipper rolled into the routine he knew by heart even though it had no number assigned it. He shifted Private's legs apart as his oiled beak closed around a snatch of flank feathers, suckling gently before moving on to a fresh patch. Private moaned, arching into the preen. "See how sweet a slow seduction can be? Play with your lover, Private, don't suck the skin off his cock. Take it easy and, and tease me. Make it more than just another mission to finish."
Skipper drew his tongue backwards through the feathers before burying his beak in Private's right pit. "You even smell scrumptious, babe."
Private sputtered a laugh. "Stop makin' fun of me," he mumbled as Skipper realized his love was trying to maintain his brattiness.
"Teasing, teasing," Skipper murmured against the snowy throat. "Privates are so damned sensitive."
"And you love it. Or at least I thought you did."
"Ummm." Skipper stroked Private's stomach with light, tickling touches, grinning as the muscles twitched beneath his touch. "You're ticklish."
Private frowned. "No, I'm not."
Skipper laughed. "Yes, you are. Here, here and especially here." He found the soft skin of Private's inner thigh from the back while diving through the sharp line of black feathers touching white.
"Stop! Oh, don't! All right, I'm ticklish! Just stop!" Private shrieked, fighting to get away.
"No you don't, Private. Get back here."
Private stuck out his tongue. "Make me."
"Last warning."
Private rolled his eyes.
"Fine." Skipper pounced, picking up his love and tossing him face down on the bunk to pin him. "Remember, I warned you."
Skipper spread kisses over Private's neck and shoulders before laving every inch of back and thighs with his tongue. He paused, nipping the taut buttocks. "Teasing, tickling, laughing - it makes everything better."
Private moaned. "Please, sir. I understand. Please, finish it," he panted. Funny, Kitka had said these very words and she hadn't been under his command at all.
Skipper didn't answer. He kissed the cleft of Private's ass, his tongue arrowing between the cheeks. Private rose to his knees in offering, opening himself. Time stood still as Skipper used that tongue to tease Private, to teach him the delights of anticipation, the delicious agony of wanting.
Finally, Skipper pulled away and Private whimpered in loss. "Do you understand, compadre? Do you see what I was telling you? The difference between Patton's bulldozing and Eisenhower's finesse is patience and consideration. There's no hurry tonight."
Private turned pleading eyes to his commander. "Please, Skippa. Please. I can't take anymore. Please - " Skipper knelt behind Private, easing inside. Private groaned, forcing himself back onto Skipper's hard length with one long push.
"Yes, oh yes, finally," Private sighed. The pair shared full on sex heat as the tight ring bloomed around its delightful invader.
Skipper panted his agreement. His hips found the driving rhythm that pushed them both to the edge of the waterfall and over into the bubbling pool beneath.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!" Private wailed as he came, collapsing onto the ruffled blanket.
wheee ooooo wheeeee oooooo whhhheeeeeeee ooooooooooooo
dingdingdingdingdingdingdingclangclang
Intruder. Alert. Intruder. Alert. INTRUDE-
"Computer, code Alpha India Whiskey, repeat Alpha India Whiskey!" Skipper shouted. "All is well, computer! Sheesh!" The din ceased as he added, "Damn, Private, setting off the intruder alarm is a new high for us." His recovery time remained a bit under Private's as usual. "Always keep me guessing 'cause babe, you rock!"
It took a moment before Private could reply. "You made me rock sex, honey, and braap, now I know why intruder alert includes rude. Good thing our, um, Thing isn't covert anymore not that it was after we had kids." He snuggled closer. "I'm ever so sorry my appreciation of your talent spoiled our afterglow. You blew me away."
Skipper rolled to his side, laughing. "Aw, afterglow is overrated and I didn't even want sex. I was just appeasing your ego - "
Private raised his head, giving him a stern glare. "Hush, oh great commander, or I might have to practice wot I've learned."
Skipper laughed harder. "I look forward to it. And Private? We still need muskmelon. You'll have to pick up some tomorrow. Tell Rico to buy extra. Marlene told me she's had a craving for it lately."
"Wotever can a cravin' mean? Couldn't be the obvious, could it? Well, never mind then" - Private stretched languidly - "you know, Skippa, this time was easier than ever before."
Skipper picked up on the ever before. "Huh? How so?" He pulled Private's head onto his chest.
"Mmmm, you're kindasorta large, well, bigger than me, at any rate, so there's this twinge now and then, don't pay it no mind it's just for a teensy tinesy instant - "
Private kept his head nestled where Skipper liked it, but Skipper stopped his idle petting altogether. "You mean I hurt you when I storm the beachhead?"
"Like I say, pay it no never mind shouldn't have said anythin'. It's all right, and and totally worth it, worth more."
Slumber retreated for one penguin and advanced for another. Private's breathing grew heavy and slow while Skipper's shallowed out as he stuttered, "I've not hurt any partner in-intentionally, please believe me. Please."
"'Course not, silly willy ding dong. I know that."
Skipper flailed, "Kowalski, we'll ask Kowalski, he would know, they'll be back on schedule or I can call them back via BlackBerry."
"Honey, everythin's stretched out from the eggs, I think? At least from before I laid them?" Private's voice grew strained and he sat up. "Wait, wot? Does that make sex less pleasin' for you now? I hadn't glommed onto that ... hmmmm ... "
Skipper shuddered. "Don't go there, just don't. I want you and I want us to go on, just like the day I gave you my pebble, just the exactamente same. This thing isn't important, if it even is a thing. We'll soldier on."
Private lay back down. "Goes without sayin', doesn't it. Rest well, Skippa."
Skipper did, after five hours. Kowalski and Rico sensed the situation and bedded down both the kids and themselves quietly at their return.
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