Been watching a buttload of Jackie Chan Adventures lately and, suffice to say, Uncle/Daolon Wong quickly became my OTP. The way they play off each other is just too amusing! (Totally wish there was more fic for this pairing. I've only been able to find one and that seems to be discontinued…)
So, yes, this is a slash drabble. It's M-rated 'cause I randomly decided to try writing them and smut came out (somehow).
Well, here goes lol
Enjoy?
With his bony wrists bound to the headboard by strong chi magic, it was difficult for Daolon Wong to keep his composure as he watched his captor stroke himself off – and take his sweet time doing it. The gaze of Daolon's mismatched eyes slid back and forth in time with each slow, measured caress, hypnotized.
The dark chi wizard would be disgusted at this lapse in self-control if he weren't so busy panting at the sight of the long, dexterous fingers gripping his enemy's gradually swelling manhood.
If only the fool would go faster! Daolon seethed, feeling himself harden and clenching his teeth at the sensation. Tearing his gaze away, he instead struggled and arched against his bonds in hopes of relieving some of the tension. In response to his movements, the good chi around his wrists burned and he hissed, but the general lack of any real stimulation was rapidly becoming unbearable.
How had he ever agreed to be the bottom?
"H-hurry up, you old goat! I won't tolerate much more of this- this incessant teasing of yours!" He spat, voice strained from arousal.
The old goat in question looked up from his ministrations, eyes narrowing behind tiny spectacles. The customary frown he always wore seemed to etch itself more deeply into his flushed face.
"You want Uncle to relieve you of your uncontainable desire, yesss?" the good chi wizard paused, raising an eyebrow, "Then you will wait until Uncle is ready - otherwise, he will leave you here, tied up and un-satis-fiied!"
Daolon growled and bit back an insult. He absolutely despised being threatened, but worse was the thought of his partner fulfilling that threat – and he would, too. Last time, it had cost a significant portion of his dignity to summon his chi warriors to aid him. Even they were not so foolish to misinterpret the meaning implied by the combination of his state of undress with the presence of magical bonds securing him to his bed. They paid dearly for their derisive jokes and their insolent questions, of course, so they wouldn't let their tongues wander as freely again, but, still, it was not a situation Daolon wished to repeat.
The dark wizard was startled from his thoughts by a sudden firm grip on his meager hips; Daolon tensed and then relaxed, leering at his rival, who was positioning himself at his entrance.
"Finally!" He hissed, already arching into the touch, "A few more eons and I might have given y-you up for an impotent old m- AGH!"
The old fool had pushed himself part way in without warning - Daolon Wong lost the power of speech as he adjusted to the stretch.
A pause as the two elderly wizards both gasped and shuddered in unison, Uncle's muscular yet lean physique leaning over Daolon's thinner, more gaunt figure.
"Be silent n-now, dark one, or I will - ngh!- show you a piece of Uncleee!" The old man's mumble was low but spirited, his gray hair brushing the pale chest of his partner.
The beginnings of euphoria were taking over and Daolon merely smirked at the remark, crooked teeth flashing.
"I'd say I'm s-seeing one ah- already..."