-1I don't own any of the Xiaolin Showdown characters, they all belong to Christy Hui. Any OC's are mine, so have a happy read V.
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Knife Lesson
Pairing : Chase/Jack
Jack timidly entered the gymnasium his eyes searching the cathedral size room for Chase or one of the warlord's warrior cats. The goth stopped and scanned the area like antelope watching out for a lion. The farther Spicer went with no sign of either predators the more he relaxed, even though Jack has snuck in here countless times to practice his knife throwing. The layout always awed him it was like stepping through time a mix of Japanese and Chinese style.
The dome ceiling was artistically decorated with the Chinese Zodiac flowing gracefully down the carved walls, which held a variety of swords, spears, and staffs.
Jack took a once over of his surroundings before placing a rolled up black carrier on a near by table and unraveled it revealing thin stainless steel blades all neatly tucked in their own little holder. He glided his pale fingertips over them like a blind man read Braille choosing just the right one.
An hour later,
Jack yelped in pain when his failed throw of the knife sliced across his finger. The goth hissed and shook his hand trying to relieve the stinging but the shacking only made it worse. "Son of a…" the last of the curse was muffled as he sucked his wounded finger. "I'm never going to get this." sighed Jack as he glared at the small pail of throwing knifes taunting him from under the bull's-eye.
"Straighten your back and spread your legs, Spicer."
Jack shrieked his signature girlish scream as he spun around to see Chase easily tossing and catching one of the throwing knifes as if it was the most boring thing in the world.
Jack's eyes widen and his jaw fell open at the sight of his idol wearing nothing but a white towel, which hung low about his trim waist his tanned skin covered in a fine sheen probably coming from the sauna that's in the back of the dojo like gym.
The overlord tossed the blade up and snatched it in mid-air as he made his way toward the startled goth. Without a word Young grabbed the teen by his shoulders and turned him to face the target and leaned in placing his hand on the boy's chest and the a other just under his shoulder blades forcing the teenager to straighten. Chase used his knee to part Jack's thighs until his feet were a shoulder width apart.
Jack feared he had offended the immortal by coming in here without permission and being so caught up in his startled/shock that he didn't hear Chase's words. Spicer tried not to flinch when the warlord grabbed him and spun him toward the row of targets. Jack shivered at the touch of his idol's hands and blushed when the warrior thrust his knee between his legs.
"Now," breathed Chase softly near the pale shell of the young man's ear "relax--" moving his hand the rest of the way down Spicer's back until his wide palm cupped the youth's hip-bone. "--and focus." using his other hand to slip the thin blade into Jack's hand "it's all in the wrist."
A.N. I don't think poor jack can focus with chase right on top of him hope u like
A.N. this is for a contest based on companionship hope I got it right