Hello fellow Drakgo fans... I've been doing some small stories on Tumblr and felt I needed to bundle them up on here. I KNOW I have a few that need to be finished, but... frankly... I lost all interest in writing. NOT any of y'all's fault... just mine. Life, amiright?

Anyways... These are all short stories of my favorite couple (brought back to life thanks to Taylor Ortega and Todd Stashwich in the live action Kim Possible movie). These stories are more along the lines of the cartoon Drakken x Shego because I can't get over the fun little plant mutation Drakken had. None of these stories are over an M, so... they are safe for all you squeamish folks out there. I already have a M rated one, if you feel the need for sex and such (you're welcome).

As always... I really hope you enjoy them all, but if you don't... you know me... not caring and all.

Do not own any of these characters because Disney is buying everyone. I'm for sale if you wanna pay for me, too.

We Make A Good Team

"Shego… I would feel a lot less… exposed… with a shirt on."

She was putting the final touches to her eyeliner as she spoke with an amused but irritated voice, "Look Doc… GJ has sent every last agent they had to talk to this sleaze bag, Zelgadis, and have come up zilch on finding anything out on the viral microchip distribution garbage. So… we, the last resort, apparently… have been chosen to infiltrate this rave party thing and talk to him. This party has a specific type of people…" She turned after putting her make-up back in the bag, "… people who don't wear lab coats or Hawaiian shirts or turtlenecks or anything you own, in general. Luckily for us, you actually owned a pair of jeans."

Drakken frowned as he looked down at the jeans that Shego had put tears in not too long before putting her face on, "Owned… yes."

She smiled at him, sarcastically, before slipping past him out the door. He grunted out a whine and followed her. "What, exactly, is our plan?"

They marched into an abandoned warehouse towards flashing neon lights and the echo of extremely loud, bass-boosted music as Shego spoke, "Zelgadis is hosting this party so he'll be in the back. We find him, you pose as a billionaire trying to buy a virus to use to infect online banking so you can get more dough, and we get the source code."

Drakken nodded, "Sounds utterly foolish, but… whatever."

Shego stopped and spun towards him and he stopped, "You need to NOT be yourself. You understand?"

Drakken stopped and stood before her, towering a little bit above her. He looked mysterious, dangerous, and almost handsome, highlighted by the flashing from the distant party… it made her heart flutter. His gruffy voice boomed over the bass of the muffled music, "Who am I supposed to be if not myself?"

She gave a sharp smile and moved toward him. She stood practically nose to nose and thrilled at his nervous twitch, "Anyone, Blue Boy… annnnybody else but yourself."

She coughed out a laugh at his scowl and moved around him. She swayed her hips as she yelled over her shoulder, "Let's get this shit over with."

Shego walked to the terrace rail that swooped down both side. On the warehouse floor just below were a swarm of drugged, drunk, and horny people jumping, dancing, and grinding on anyone or anything close to them. The darkened space was lit by black lights and glow sticks. The DJ booth was pulsing to the bass and random people on stage, with glowing animal-faced bandannas covering their mouths, were spraying the crowd with florescent paint. The music was too loud to hear anything other than the beat and it throbbed deep inside her whole body.

When Drakken slid to her side, she went into work mode. Her eyes scanned the large area and spotted a corner that was being guarded by two very large men. She snarled a predator's smile and pointed to the area and Drakken smiled just as evilly. Two hunters, two different styles of attack, but one purpose… she loved that thought. She loved the thrill of the kill.

Though she would never admit it to him or anyone in general… she found him so damn attractive when he was being just as malicious as her. When he was assertive, an actual villain, or even purely confident in his plans… she could feel her heart race and motor revving. This moment of determination in the task at hand was no different. It excited her and she wanted to hunt then pounce on top of him… she shook her head at the absurdity of weird kink and bolted towards the dancefloor.

There were soooo many people. Slipping through the crowd to get to where Zelgadis was was going to be tricky. Women barely clothed were aimlessly rubbing against men trying to hump them. It was disgusting. As they stood at the bank of the pool of sex, drugs, and music… Shego's ass continued to get grabbed. She swatted and tried to find the source, but she was getting surrounded. Just when she was about to start plasma blasting, Drakken slipped behind her and pulled her into him.

She snarled and shot a death glance at him, but noticed his face was burning with anger as he snarled at the grabby boys. They backed off, but the women began their attacks. Neon painted hand-prints smeared over his bare chest in all colors and directions. She watched him try to glare at every single owner of the hands that touched him. She wished she could hear his yelps because she knew he hated being touched by strangers and it made her laugh to hear his girly squeaks.

Shego saw an opening and grabbed his wrist and slithered deeper into the crowd. It got tighter and warmer the more closer they got to the stage. Florescent paint rained down on them both and the rhythmic beat changed but continued to stay deafening. The mass of people started jumping to the beat and closed off their pathway. The DJ's booth began to light up catching both her and Drakken's eye.

It was getting so very hot. The pile of bodies jumping and sweating made her shirt stick to her skin. She rolled her sleeves all the way up her shoulder. She watched the glowing green, yellow, pink, and orange paint drip down her flesh. She untucked her shirt and tied the bottom hem around her upper torso, just under her boobs and the heat seemed to be thwarted.

Another drizzling rain of paint made her turn her head in fear of it getting in her eyes and she got to view the rainbow cascading down her companion's chest and pool at the waist of his jeans. The bright paint hid the blueness of his skin, but highlighted the curvature and bulk of his muscles. She had to focus on something else besides the feeling of his sticky warm skin against her newly exposed flesh, so she grabbed him again and started shouldering people out of the way.

They both, finally, busted out of the pit of people and stood but a few paces from a roped off, isolated corner with a long couch guarded by two very huge men. Though they were behind the speakers, now, her ears were still ringing from the extremely loud music. She stretched out her jaw in a mock yawn and her ears popped enough to clear the blurred hearing. She didn't dare to cut her eyes eyes at him so she just spoke loudly, "Remember! Anyone but yourself."

Drakken rushed past her and headed to the two men. She flinched and tried to catch up to him to stop him, but all she did was stop dead in her tracks beside him as he growled to the two men, "I wish to have an audience with Zelgadis."

Both men were bald, around 6'2, and wore black suits and lilac vests in an old Texas style, meaning the vests had gun holders on both sides. They were also emotionless and the fucks they gave about Drakken were in the negatives, but… they turned around to look at a dirty blonde man surrounded by topless women who gave them a nod, and they opened a wire rope to let them in.

The closer they got to the couch, the more uncomfortable she felt. This guy looked like he was high on something and was lazily shoving his tongue in the four women's mouths with nothing BUT his tongue. She wanted to hurl a green ball of her most pure flesh-melting energy she could produce right in the middle of this sickening sight. The sounds of the make-out train made her gag and she was about to scream at them, but Drakken's growl and approach stopped her short.

"Mr. Zelgadis, I know your busy catching your full collection of STDs, but we are here for business." Shego barely stopped her laugh at a very great joke from her boss… which seemed to actually work. The high man broke away from the women with a smile and he waved to women away and stood, "And what business is that, mister….?"

Drakken didn't show signs of any hesitation or any twitch of any sort. But as Zelgadis turned his attentions towards her… he moved fast to step in between him and her, "I am Blue and I speak for Miss Green. Any and everything goes through me. If she wishes to speak or interact, it will be up to her… but for now… you deal with me."

Zelgadis looked at Drakken with wide eyes but slowly smiled and spun to present the couch to them. As she moved to sit, she licked her lips as she stared at Drakken's profile. He was scowling and determined to not let the man get anywhere near her. She was pissed at him for thinking she needed protection, but… his posture and authority melted that away. The paint that had dried on his skin made him look like a savage warrior covered in blood. She sat down and crossed her legs a little tighter than usual.

Zelgadis grabbed a drink behind the couch and never let the smile on his face fade, "I don't know what you and your gorgeous colleague have heard, Blue, but I don't deal…"

Drakken cut him off quick and his booming voice caused Zelgadis to jerk back a bit, "Money rules this Earth, Mr. Zelgadis, and Green has plenty to spare. But just like anyone living in this hungry society… she wants more. Bank accounts can be accessed with computer technology and Miss Green heard through the grapevine that you have some wares that can help with that."

Zelgadis's smile faltered just enough to know that he was suspicious of them. Drakken, to her surprise, caught on to it, too, "Online banking, ATMs, and even offshore accounts are all moderated by technology… and you are the commander who makes a series of code turn into the greatest army known to man… aren't you… Mr. Zelgadis?"

She saw the man fill up with pride and the smile was gone, "Viral ware fare comes at a high cost Mr. Blue. Is Miss Green willing to fork over a hefty price?"

Drakken waited and she knew he was waiting for a sign from her. She smiled and stood behind him. Zelgadis's eyes almost bulged at the sight of her as she moved towards him. Her knee crushed in between his legs and he widened them in fear of getting his dick crushed as she leaned her face close to his, "Do you know what men's number one weakness is, Mr. Zelgadis? Money. You see… money makes a man stupid. It makes them WEAK. I don't seek money… I yearn for power. Power can make you careless, if you don't know how to use it. Fear and hopelessness… the sight of men cowering under me… it's worth every. last. cent… I know how to use my power." She let her hand travel down his chest and she grinned, dagerously, "Men crave money but aren't strong enough to get it. But women… we put our every fucking fiber into it. All of us women crave power. It's nice to meet a man who shares our interest."

Zelgadis swallowed and shivered under her before clearing his voice that still cracked when he spoke, "2 bill… 2 billion dollars will get you an access code. That code will unleash the polymorphic virus known as… Bulldozer… it can give you the pin numbers of all accounts and grant you access to their funds."

Shego smiled and made a motion to hand over his phone. He shuddered, again, and handed it over. Her fingers were quick and he never saw the microchip being pressed against the back of his phone as she put in her GJ account for 2 billion. She handed it back and the man smiled as he texted something, "Pleasure doing business with you, Miss Green. Care for a drink in celebration?"

That would kill enough time for the tech department to download all the data on his phone… she smiled at him, "Why not… we're celebrating."

The four women that were around him before were squealing as he snapped his fingers at some people in the shadows. A waiter brought a flat tray full of skinny, tall glasses full of liquid that seemed to glow from the black lights from the party behind them. She grinned and took the green one and gave a surprising look as Drakken grabbed a blue one. As the women distracted Zelgadis, Shego quickly whispered with amusement, "You sure you can handle that drink, Blue."

He leaned to where his breath tickled at her ear when he whispered back, "Just as easily as you handled Zelgadis."

She smiled so wide that when the dirty blonde gave them back his attention, he thought the smile was directed at him. He raised his glass and the two saluted with their own before downing the drinks in hand. They weren't very strong drinks, but something tasted off about it.

She shook her head and the lights around them blurred. She swallowed deeply as a sudden euphoric pulse waved through her. She licked her lips and everything around her felt… goddess… it felt so good. Her eyes flicked to the man and his four women and he laughed while the women kissed one another, "You like the drinks? I call them Love Potions. A little Molly dissolved in pineapple rum."

Her mind wasn't quick enough as she turned to try and stop Drakken from drinking it all. When she turned to him, he was starting to feel the Ecstasy. His eyes were shut and his neck was stretched up as he gripped the back of the couch. She shouldn't have. She knew she shouldn't have looked back at him. The paint still glowed on his skin and, as he panted from not knowing how to handle the drugs effect, it made him look damn good. When his eyes slowly opened to connect with her gaze and his teeth bit at his bottom lip, she felt her lower half twitch and she was on his lap.

Drakken's hands were timid but stung like ice against her skin. His lips were slick and sweet from the rum. She drank him in as her sensitive body could only draw him closer. Her brain never reminded her that the man underneath her was her boss and that this was a horrible idea because the drug muted her inhibitions. When he slipped in his tamed tongue, her eager moan vibrated and muted everything else but the feel of him.

She pressed her hips down, tightened her restriction around his neck, and deepened their hungry kiss. His hands caressed her back with his strong palms. His manicured nails barely dragged against the skin as rocked his hips in lust. The friction from his stiffened erection caused her to throw her head back from the kiss to hiss out her pleasure. His chaste lips pecked at the flesh of her neck as his hands trailed up the side of her curves, under her shirt, and over her clothed breasts. She bit down, hard, on her bottom lip to muffle the desire screaming from inside her.

Sex with Drakken… it was that cold splash of thought that woke up her mind. It must have hit him, too, because they both paused. Panting, she looked down at him and it almost brought her to tears at how he looked so distraught. He removed his hands and his sadden eyes found hers. He mouthed something then her name, but the sound of crashing and screaming cut it short. She jumped off him and pulled her shirt down as GJ agents swarmed all around them.

Global Justice had the encryption codes to all of Zelgadis's operations and had the underground warehouse flooded. The huge men, that were supposed to be protectors, took out the agents that approached. With a blast of green plasma and a vine whip that would've made a pokemon trainer proud, the two men were taken out. Zelgadis was put into custody and maaaan was he was livid.

Shego smiled and wiggled her fingers in her wave at him and his whore troupe were hauled away. She laughed when the man started to cry. Suddenly, an awkwardness swam over her as Drakken was approached by Betty Director herself. She smiled at him but he wasn't so smile-y. He bowed his head as if he were Japanese and the Director looked over at her. With a curt nod she marched towards where they took Zelgadis and the agents relaxed.

She moved to approach a dejected Drakken, but he disappeared as more black-outfitted agents cased the area. A few of the men tried to whisper out of her hearing range, but failed miserably, "That poor blue bastard. He can't catch a break. He never got world domination as a villain and now… he can't get respect when he's a hero. Betty will take all the credit of what he did today and he'll just get a pat on the ass. I would say at least his assistant is hot, but what's the point of that when she won't give you the time of day." The other agent snorted a laugh, "I wouldn't either. Blue skin and vegetation growths aren't exactly trademarks of a sexy man. But… she's too full of herself to see that her shitty attitude and green tint make her just as undesirable as he is. Those two will always be alone."

By the time the two finished their whispering chat, she was right behind them. She cleared her throat and they turned around. The color flushed from their faces and she thought about just blasting them through a wall, but she didn't… "If I hear you too gossiping like old women, one more time… about me or Drakken… the only color skin your gonna worry about will be the flesh I cooked off of your bones." She stomped at them and they screamed and flinched.

She left them, soiled, and she jogged to find her boss. Though, ridiculous as their words were, it struck her as his dejected form kept replaying in her mind. It wasn't pity she felt… it was too deep in her gut for pity… as she looked around and saw that he had fled the warehouse in their hovercar… she knew it was something that surmounted pity. She… cared about him.

She caught a ride back to the hideout and found him slumped in his chair in front of the large screen television, showered and back in his labcoat. He looked so miserable. She couldn't go in and act like a caring, sweet, lovable woman… she couldn't bring herself to stoop that low. She walked in, anyways, in an angry way and made him jump, "Thanks for ditching me out there, Bluuue. Had to catch a ride with those insufferable goody two shoes. All that work we did and they're gonna take all the credit. Assholes!"

She saw him sit up, but his face wasn't twisted in anger. He wasn't looking her in the eyes and he looked so… so… punchable!, "Dammit Drakken! Snap out of it! Didn't you hear me! They're taking the credit for our take down. And I haven't heard your apology for DITCHING ME!"

He stood up and looked down at her with softened eyes and it pissed her off so much, but it shocked her to see him so calm. He swallowed and averted his gaze as he talked to her with a small voice, "I almost violated you. I wanted to tear your clothes off and eat you like a fresh peach. I didn't care if you gave me consent or not… and that scared me. Luckily, it wore off before it got any further than a school yard make-out. I am a horrible good guy and an even shittier villain and I can't do this anymore. I can't… I can't drag you down with me, either. Shego… you're fired."

Say something… she screamed in her head. DO SOMETHING. Why… why the hell was she so useless in these situations? He was walking away and so hurt that he had thought about having sex with her. What? Was the thought of her that vile? A voice growled at her that that wasn't the point… he was afraid that he would've done something to her that would ruin their partnership. And now he was leaving her… he's leaving her so she could be better. It slipped out of her lips as it screamed into her head, "You're nothing without me."

Why the fuck did she say that!? Whhhy! He turned around and his hurt laugh cut her deep, "I know. Goodbye, Shego."

"Fuck you, Drakken!" She snarled and rushed in front of him. He looked terrified, now… good! Now tell him off, "I was there, too, you know. I was the one in YOUR lap." Her brain flinched and screamed for her to stop, but the emotions finally got ahold of the wheel and they were driving them right off the cliff, "I wanted you to jump my bones way before the drink. You… you are such a crybaby. You say the dumbest things. You whine waaay too much for a man and you have zero fashion sense… but… you cook for me when I'm down. You watch over me when I'm sick. You always tell me how great I look even when I feel gross. You… You are my best friend and my roommate and my boss. I have a place to go home to when all the world is shit. You are all I have. You are all I want and… I'm not going anywhere."

He was going to argue. He was going to give a speech about something… she could see it on his stupid face, but she wasn't going to let him. She cleared the space between them like she was possessed by the Moodulator. The kiss was strong because it had to hold back his words, but it softened as he did. His gloved hand rested on her cheek as he bent his neck to taste her more. She pulled away, gripping the front of his lab coat, and whispered against his lips, "Bedroom."

Words were caught in his throat as she pulled him by his coat towards the darkened hallway with an unbearable smile on her face. They left the TV on as the news broadcasted their exploits on the news. Betty Director came up for an interview and thanked the two villains for helping bring down a terrorist. Their faces flashed up on the screen and given all credit for Zelgadis's take down.