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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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Skipper was in the midst of an alarming dream involving needles when he heard the sound of his own voice as if on a tape recorder. Why the hell was he taping this and why did he feel déjà vu like a timeskip backward to when Kowalski and Rico first began sharing a bunk here in their Central Park Zoo home? He struggled to awaken but the effort was in vain. A disorienting echo effect distorted the auditory dream. He listened because he couldn't help himself.
"I, I, um, think it's good for the team that we're back in New York and in our usual, um, housing situation," Skipper proclaimed as they all lay improbably awake even with jet lag. It was early in New York City's evening but later in their erstwhile zoo on Fasta Island in the Ålands, that must be why he couldn't sleep yes that was it. From one of the bunks above came rustling, an oblong shadow blurring past his bunk and then an ouch as Kowalski fell out of bed. "I said lights out, soldier."
"Yeah. You did. Sir." In the dim night lighting, Skipper made out Kowalski sitting dazed on the floor and then from Rico spewed a butterfly net. As Skipper watched, Rico leaned far out and captured his clumsy butterfly. A firm tug on the net and that was all the commander saw of his second in command until the next morning. He supposed they managed to shove themselves into the space designed for one penguin; maybe it was head to toe or Kowalski on top, no it would likely be Rico on his side and Kowalski on his side. After all, Miss Perky had fit previously. She was more slender than Kowalski, though.
Skipper glanced at Miss Perky, who observed the nighttime goings on vacantly. Was it a trick of the dim light or was her smile wider? She didn't seem to mind her perch atop Private's trophy fish. The top fins held her in place as she kept watch and never slept. He resolved to have no more thoughts and turned over for sleep. He had nearly managed it when the softest pitter patter of small penguin feet on the ladder alerted him. He knew that step.
''Skippa?"
"What is it?"
"It's important and, and, private. Can I come in, please?"
Maybe it didn't matter if this were a dream within a dream within a dream. I don't need a Spirit Guide to tell me this dream talk is what I need and want, Skipper thought. "Seguro." He scooted to the inner part of his bunk and then it was Åland all over again, a living, breathing presence next to him whenever he awoke from dreams bad or good.
Private lay close to his commander. "I got to thinkin' about a guppy."
"A guppy?"
"Like wot you said."
"Agape, Private, and what about it?"
"Agape, yeah. Yeah, so um, that's not wot K'walski and Rico have for the other, righto?"
"Right."
"It's more like wot everyone thinks when they hear the word love, righto?"
"Right."
"So will this love they have foul up our team?"
"It hasn't yet."
The tape recorder model was mostly silent when it recorded, but not when the ambience was close-to-midnight quiet. A hiss continued for one full minute. "Could it?"
"I'm no expert, but I don't think so, young Private."
"I'm not so young, Skippa. After my 'special briefin' on my first March and even before it, I knew wot's wot."
"Er, um, about --- "
"Sex."
Skipper took a deep breath and plunged into a conversation he supposed had to happen. "That's a good thing. Just because you lack experience doesn't mean you lack knowledge and besides, with Kowalski's Doris fiasco and now him and Rico, well you're bound to have heard and seen --- "
"I saw you and Kitka, too. It was most enlightenin'."
"Move over, I'm getting too warm. Er, what now?"
"I said I saw you and Kitka together together."
"Oh. Well. So that happened."
"Didn't you feel me watchin' you? It wasn't for long because I got uncomfortable --- "
"Thank the Endless Iceberg for that!"
"But anyway, um, why --- "
"Well, I'll tell you, Private. It's like the whole world fades away and all you see is your partner, all you hear is your partner, and if the whole damn zoo got wiped out by a tsunami from Dr. Blowhole's Evil Whatchamacallit, all you'd think before drowning was I got some before I died."
"Crikey!"
"Keep your voice down, soldier. Don't awaken the lovebirds. They need extra rest." Skipper smiled in the darkness. "Love has not only a sting, but it takes a lot of energy." Now he felt sleepy. Was it because of the bird beside him, breathing and moving and being innocently adorable? He yawned. "Do you want to stay with me tonight like on Åland a few days ago?" Someone in his head whispered it's been months since Åland but that couldn't be.
"Let me think. No. I don't want to give a false impression."
"Mmmhmmm, mmkay, 'sallright --- what?"
But Private was gone until he reappeared at dawn exercises in the blink of an eye. Skipper rolled his own eyes and relaxed more into his dream, or whatever it was. He led his team in situps, pushups and a slew of jumping jacks. Private's energy surpassed his own this morning; the youngest team member outdid the blurs that were Kowalski and Rico and even his own commander. Jumping jack after jumping jack, Skipper lost count except he compelled himself to do just one more than Private. What happened was that Skipper's nostils started to bleed at the sight of honed muscles jumping and flippers clapping and thighs spreading ---
Skipper thought he shouted "Stop!" but an observer would have heard a stifled moan.
Still adrift in the time directly after the return from Åland, another confusing scenario bled through the night along with more quiet footsteps down the ladder as Private made his way into his leader's bottom bunk. "Bottom," whispered Private. It sounded like an order.
Skipper groaned. He presented his tail to his lover and the stabilizing bite to the back of the neck came as expected while Private humped him with Skipper's right thigh pressed forward to his recovering chest. When Private slipped in after a few teasing thrusts and slaps, Skipper wondered why he had ever hesitated to allow this. Although this was their usual position, he didn't come as he generally did at the finish and hoped that it was due to Private's youth and commando hair trigger reflexes that hurried this time to a premature completion. Private licked his neck as he slid out after a seductive nibble at Skipper's earhole. Skipper prepared himself for sleep once more. He pushed aside a groping tickle that gave more information than he wanted it to.
"Skippa?" The young penguin must have learned technique from somewhere because he scuttled downward. He dipped his beak into Skipper's opening after nuzzling the nearby preening gland for enough oil to preen five and two thirds Emperor penguins. "And wot have we here, oooh, it's ever so ripe and ready, let Private help you." The beak descended.
Skipper's hole flowered around the beak's tip and he moaned despite his yearning for privacy. "Uh huh fine," he managed as Private pressed gently and then retreated, followed by twenty-three repetitions. "Going to --- " And then the world turned to white shards and it happened like a Fourth of July lower stratosphere sizzler imported from Hangzhou. He felt Private's beak slither out and then nuzzle elsewhere and pictured the pink tongue cleaning splattered feathers. When a tender preening of the area finished the job, Skipper sighed with pleasure.
"Thaaaaat's my Skippa. Kiss kiss?" Skipper did, gasping into the other's beak until Private licked him into complacency. Skipper tasted himself on Private's tongue, which was a disturbing experience.
"I can't destroy innocence," Skipper whispered to the dark as Private snuggled under his flipper. "I can't."
"You didn't, Skippa. Trust me. After our 'special briefin', I wanted to match reality with wot I was thinkin' ever since I turned adult. It's, it's like I played at bein' grown up until then and now I actually am one." He reached up to smooth the frown away as if he could see it. "I love you, Skippa, and when you want me like I want you, I'm yours."
''Tomorrow is the Fourth of July. Let's make fireworks." A colossal KABOOM! followed a flash of red, white and blue that swallowed the Eastern Seaboard.
Skipper spent some time after the explosion making sure he was awake for good and all. It was a dream fueled by his crush and set in crazy mishmashed time, he supposed, and that was why he had an uncomfortable hardon that faded within minutes. Maybe he did need a refreshing and renewing dip into the Atlantic. After deciding on Little Egg Harbor beach despite the fact of it being in New Jersey, he fell dreamlessly asleep.
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