A Taste of Romance
Pretty much a tribute to Crystallicsky's Anthology of Love. I wanted to practice my writing skills, and it's just too cool an idea not to try.
Warnings: male/male relationship, use of Xiaolin Showdown characters against their will, references to adult activities but no actual descriptions (I strongly support CS's rules for the one-word prompts), cursing, more romance than anything else, but some stupidity and angst (it can't be avoided), oh, and did I mention it's chack?
1. Tree- "What do you mean you can't get down?" "I just can't, okay?" Chase rubbed a gloved hand over his face before asking, "How did you get up there in the first place?" "Well if you must know, I-" "Stop. I get a feeling I shouldn't know. Just stay there." With all the grace of one of his feline warriors, Chase scaled the tremendous oak tree before coming to rest just behind his pale lover on an upper bough. Looking out at the horizon, Chase paused before drawing Jack into his embrace. "Aren't we getting down?" "In a minute." Chase stated simply, nuzzling the younger man's neck until he relaxed against Chase's chest. As he did, the sun touched the horizon, and the sky seemed to catch fire, purple clouds contrasting against the deep reds and oranges. "I guess I can wait a minute."
2. Pen- Jack gave a sigh, and let his pen drop from his hand to clatter across the desk and onto the currently drying suicide note. He didn't want his parents blaming themselves when they found him. If he were truly evil he'd just overdose on the new bottle of aspirin already and leave them to their misery, but he couldn't. "I thought I'd find you here." A cool voice caused Jack to stop his train of thought and glance back in fear like a child stealing cookies. "I've been meaning to tell you something, and it seems I came just in time." The voice continued, its owner detaching from the room's shadows. "Chase! I was just…" "I know exactly what you intended to do." Jack let his gaze drop to his feet. Chase must think even lower of him than before, running away from his problems like a coward yet again. A hand lifted his watery red eyes to meet unusually passionate molten gold ones. "I only intended on telling you how I feel, but it seems I'll have to do more than that. I hope you don't intend on sleeping any time soon because I'm about to give you several reasons to keep living, Spicer."
3. Streetlight- Chase stepped into the orange artificial light to find himself graced with a chaste feather-light kiss on the lips. The one who had ambushed him then gave a small happy sound before skipping off to the next streetlight and, catching hold of the green metal pole, began spinning around it slowly, singing snippets of Italian songs under his breath. Chase loved taking Jack to dinner. It wasn't just because Jack had a rare appreciation for foreign delicacies, or the few hours Chase got to spend with his lover actually acting with some social tact, or even the less than innocent small talk they made in the language of whatever restaurant they happened to visit. Chase loved dinners with Jack because they'd always walk home, and true to form, Jack would always skip ahead to the next streetlight, wait for Chase, kiss him with all the skill and speed of a mischievous sprite, and then run off ahead again to wait. How had he survived all these centuries without his playful little mate?
4. Monument- "Chase, did you know that this land used to belong to a matriarchal society? This monument marks where they used to kill their sacred king. The priestesses would feast on his flesh and sprinkle his blood on the nearby fields to bring about fertility." Jack would have continued had he not been cut off by a pair of hot lips against his own. "Do you mind?" Jack asked with a blush once he was released. "Can I help it if I get this way whenever you display that hidden intellect of yours?" The offending overlord asked as he pulled Jack close to him and began to kiss his collarbone. "N-no, I suppose y-you can't." Jack said breathlessly. "But could we go back to your place? A sacrificial altar isn't the best place to make out." Chase smirked against Jack's alabaster skin, and in the next moment they were gone.
5. Reporter- "Sir?" Chase turned back from his view of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows. "Yes?" He asked, pressing a button on an intercom. "There's a young man from the local paper here to see you. I would normally turn him away, but I understand you have an interest in unusual things." The butler-like voice responded. "Unusual? Send him up." Chase said, releasing the button and turning once again to the view behind him. He ignored the door opening and closing. "H-hello, Mr. Young." The papers had sent a young man this time had they? Most papers sent temptress-like women to try and seduce information out of him, not stuttering young fillies still learning the art of their trade. "I…I was hoping to get an exclusive on your personal life. I'm really curious how a rich corporation-owner like you lives." "You mean you want to know if I'm just another snobby money-wasting airhead." Chase clarified, turning in his leather chair to face the intruder for the first time. The young man before him was not what he'd expected. Pale skin that seemed luminous under the harsh light and bright red hair contrasted to bring out the man's ruby eyes which were wide with the look of someone who'd just been slapped. "Forgive my rudeness." Chase said with a claming purr, trying to ease the startled reporter. "I've had a rough day. Now just how exclusive did you want our interview to be?" He asked with a smirk that was anything but innocent. His remark earned him a bright pink blush and a stuttered "Excuse me?!" Oh yes, this would be fun.
6. Theatre- "So long Xiaolin losers!" Jack taunted as he raced out of the marble-floored building. Before he could reach the main doors with Wu in hand, he was grabbed and dragged into a nearby broom closet. Before he could cry for help, familiar lips descended upon his, molding to his mouth and leaving his breathless. "Sometimes even I forget the genius under that ridiculous front you put up." Chase said, his breath ghosting over Jack's slightly bruised lips. "A wonderful show. Have you ever considered taking up theatre?" "Yeah, but I don't think I could stand all those snobby divas. Plus, people in showbiz have worse fashion sense than Kimiko." Chase's retort that no one can have worse fashion sense than Kimiko was cut off by a scorching kiss that made his earlier attack seem like that of a blushing schoolgirl.
7. Pin- Chase had worried when he smelled something in the kitchen, and almost had a heart attack when he found Jack with a large bowl and several open ingredient containers. "What exactly do you think you're doing?!" Chase snapped, picking Jack up and planting him on a stool. "Cooking." came the indignant reply. "You expect me to believe that someone who acts like a child and builds unstable robots as a pastime can cook without blowing something up? I don't think so." Chase said. He took an extra apron and tied it around his waist. Then he grabbed a nearby pair of chopsticks and pinned up his hair. He turned back to the bowl and began to measure out the correct amount of sugar for the recipe in the book when he was interrupted. "Hey, Chase." Said man flinched at the statement to come. He just knew Jack was going to make some asinine comment about his hair making him look like a girl. "I just thought you should know that that "sugar" you're pouring into the bowl is salt."
8. Hotel- "What are you doing here, Jack?" Chase asked after teleporting into a rundown hotel room with nothing more than a queen-sized bed. "My parents are home for the weekend, and they don't know about the whole evil goth thing so I decided to rent a room for the weekend." "But why a seedy hotel like this? I know for a fact that you have better taste." "So you're not interested?" Jack asked, lifting his hands which held a pair of handcuffs and giving a playful wave. "Now I didn't say that."
9. Blanket- Jack loved the feeling of being held tight to his lover's chest, both of them wrapped in a soft warm blanket.
10. Wedge- "Thank you so much for taking me golfing, Chase." Jack smiled adoringly at his hero. "It was an unexpected pleasure. You may not be much on the green, but your drive power is impressive for one of your build. Now take your stroke." Jack gave a big grin before lining up his club and striking with all his force. The satisfying cries of a golf ball-sized super villain as he was knocked across the field met Jack and Chase's ears. "And thank you so much for inviting Hannibal, Chase." Jack added with a sadistic smirk that left Chase feeling slightly uncomfortable below. "Not a problem, Jack." Chase said, watching the boy's eyes light up at the use of his first name. "And to think you drove him all the way to the green with a wedge!"
Tree- Leave it to Jack to get stuck in a tree.
Pen- Chase! Stop Spying on Jack! XD
Streetlight- No Comment
Monument- I learned about mythology and how almost all civilizations started with matriarchal societies. The queen would take a sacred king (who would go through challenges to receive the honor!) and would sacrifice him each year to bring fertility back to the land.
Reporter- No Comment
Theatre- No offense to Kimiko lovers. I just figure evil would have very little respect for good in general and go out of its way to pick on any faults the good guys have.
Pin- No comment
Hotel- No Comment
Blanket- I don't think this one needs explaining except for the fact that I'm sure Chase feels the same way.
Wedge- I wanted to use wedge in an interesting way so I looked up different meanings and found the description on golf. From what I understand wedges are for getting out of sand traps and rough patches, not for driving. Also, Hannibal golf balls always make funny noises when you hit them. Take your evil bean golfing today!
