Either to minimize the effects of ill incidents, celebrate a good event or simply because they felt like it, people tend to perform certain things that gives them a sense of soothing peacefulness, making them feel secure and for Jack Spicer, the thing that always calmed him is a mere cup of pudding, that simply confection diluted any pain and sadness that drowned him no matter how deep they were. Even now at 23, living in other country, distant from that mythical and almost surreal world of battles and unnatural powers, he still recurs to the innocent dessert for comfort.

Having got rid of those red contacts and the lines around his eyes, the once pathetic joke is a high authority on technology and an ascending figure in the corporative world but reaching that kind of success at a young age troubled the already unstable redheaded, the stress of taking responsibility of such magnitude is much to bear and therefore he is so childishly attached to said food. So tonight, like many others, after returning home exhausted from work, he tosses his jacket on the polished floor, loosens his tie and plops on the couch rubbing his hands waiting for one of his robots to bring him his preferred snack as it was indicated, however none of them makes an appearance.

– What the ? JACKBOTS! –

A golden machine floats towards him and timidly speaks to his master.

– You... You call sir? –

– Where is my pudding?! I specifically ordered that you must bring me a cup of pudding when I arrive home. –

– So.. Sorry master but... –

– But what?! –

– We ran out of puddings. –

– Whaa... Whaa... WHAAAT?! How can that be?There are mini-fridges all over the house filled with them!

– Like you heard master, you can look in the refrigerator but I assure you that … –

For your sake there better BE some left! –

The intellectual directs to the lavish kitchen complaining all the way, followed by his artificial servant; his rant stops when entering the large room he sees an inflatable pool sitting right before the fridge, getting close to inspect it he finds in horror that it has been filled with his beloved treat.

– MY PUDDING! Jackbot! What is the meaning of this? – The machine is gone. – That ungrateful piece of scrap. –

– Don't get mad at it. –

A lump emerges from the pool and the young magnate screams, falling flat on his backside, he retreats back as that thing slowly arise, revealing to be a man almost as tall as he and that clearly has been training for years.

– Yo Spicer. –

Standing in front of Jack is the Xiaolin warrior of wind covered only by the slippery substance.

– Pedrosa? …WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY PRECIOUS PUDDING?! –

The two old enemies met during a presentation of new video-games some months ago and got in conflict when the scientific mocked the monk for declaring capable of conquer any woman; it was by pride and arrogance, plus the alcohol, that the fighter attempted to seduce the genius, which ended in his lost after a heated discussion and an aggressive harassment on his behalf.

– Your robots told me that you have been under a lot of stress lately so I decided to help. –

BY INVADING MY HOUSE AND DEMEANING MY FOOD?! Wait! More important, how did you find me? And since when do you care how I'm doing?

– I don't, I just like to finish what I start. –

– You're telling me that you ruined pounds of perfectly good, sweet innocent pudding just to prove A POINT?!.

– We thought it would be the best way to approach you. –

We?

– Your robots agreed to help once I told them that I was here on your best interests; they really care about you, you know, I didn't even have to destroy any of them! –

I'm gonna melt those junks right after I kill you for getting my pudding beyond spoil! –

– Hey! We assemble this the minute you got home and I took a shower before getting in here. –

What a relif. –

– Aww, come on Spicer, is your favorite banana pudding; look. – He holds his shaft wiggling it lightly. – It even has a ripped banana. –

No. Now please, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE. –

The advanced mechanic turns his back to leave this decadent scene but a hand on his pants causes him to crash against the floor, the frighted redhead crawls desperately away but with the grip still holding he looses his pants along with the shoes; when almost on the exit a sudden draft throws his scrawny being in the opposite direction, stumbling awkwardly until collide with the plastic pool and then be pulled into the oversized container. Spicer struggles to free however he's pressed against the wide figure of the licentious foreigner and the sweet scent emanating takes its relaxing effect the instant it hits his nostrils; before he could pull away, two slickly fingers slide into his mouth and is enough to lose control, the weaken inventor sucks and even licks between them as if they are the most delicious in earth.

After all the flavor ran out, he steps back staring at the intruder with rage, shame and a tiny hint of hunger in his eyes.

*Heh*, I knew you would like this. –

That was low. Even for a third - rate looser like you. The words exit in a low dry voice.

– Can't say you didn't like it and lucky for you there's more of it. Eat to your heart's content.

The overconfident young man mocks him throwing his arms out to emphasize his body bathed in the longed dessert; the insult fuels the house owner's indignation yet his mouth watering unables him to come out with a retort, nonetheless, he would not admit defeat.

The spoiled millionaire does not settles with a small sample and digs into the living display to the frightening of the warrior, who flings him at the unexpected movement.

– WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? The figther yells seeing him stand up in laughter.

– Isn't this what you wanted? He says playfully, his dark eyes are locked with the other's.

– LIKE HELL I WANTED IT.

– Awww. And you had me so enthused, why don't you let me clean you up? –

Spicer reaches for his face but his hand is rejected before getting near close, is obvious that pretends to be hurt, is a crude joke.

– Don't make beat you like in the old days!

– If you didn't want to go far, why did you even bother to get all the way here?

" He's not just making fun of me, he's provoking me! "

Thought this was supposed to be a prank to piss off the glorified mechanic, he is not one that likes to loose, much less against Jack Spicer who is considered by all as a mere incompetent and annoying pest.

Go ahead, lets see if you have the nerve.

The Brazilian states having arrived at the false conclusion that the ghostly engineer is bluffing; panic is not nearly enough to describe what he felt when the mad scientist propelled towards him, he gets away of the line the second he moved.

– *Pfff* And this is how you want to conquer me? *Mmhehe* I'm going to bed, clean this mess and please try not to mess the floor when you leave. –

The triumphant ex-goth waves a hand as he says his goodbyes walking away but a gust sends him back into the plastic pool, he turns his head to glare at his attacker that observes him in the same form.

– NOW WHAT?! –

We. Are. Not. Done.

His competitive spirit and desire of humiliate him like in the past is stronger than minutes ago infuriating him and twisting his judgment.

– You gotta be kidding me. GIVE UP ALREADY!

Both opponents present enraged grimaces on their faces, reluctant to back up thanks to their insolence. After few minutes of tense silence the wealthy businessman is the first one to speak, getting on his feet without breaking the stare contest.

Fine. –

Fine!

For an instance the lanky redhead doesn't move but then swiftly inclines on the crook of the neck and shoulder, trying to ignore that his tongue is passing over the nude being of a sickening guy and overall, an irritating former adversary; yet what he can not oppress is to enjoy his treat; suddenly getting carried away, he advances delighting his taste-buds with the cold, creamy dessert as he reveals sun-darkened skin at his ravaging pass.

The green eyed Dragon felt disgusted the second the overrated intellectual lay his hands on him, he efforts in distracting from the consensual groping though the mad scientist is difficulting this. Is his stubbornness of never back down that forbids him escape, leaving him with no option but to stand it; Raimundo can't help to wonder at this complying and eagerly behavior, very different from the defiant and taunting attitude from before.

" Why is this damn freak enjoying this?!" *GRUNT*"And he called me low, just looking at him makes me sick. Why in hell he didn't surrounded? "

Despite his boiling rage, the martial artist limits to see his exasperating former enemy jumping madly from one part of his trained body to another as if he had been starving for days, consuming every part of his being with adoration; it seems that with every taste he submerges more in the pleasuring peace of the cold snack. His ego and sense of superiority thrive as he continues his observation at the pair that his reason lowers, and his lust unconsciously starts to grow due being worshiped by the weak, pseudo genius.

Which one tastes better Spicer, the regular version or this?

The grunting voice's is a mix of taunt and torridity. Lost in his hunger, the foolish scientific pays no attention to what said; it is only when squad that notices the raging phallus bathed in pudding the he aparts away.

– Looks great, doesn't it? Why don't you give it a taste? –

The addressed looks up staring at his caller, in this position Jack Spicer realizes that although a long time has passed, he has lost once more. The Xiaolin monk stands victoriously in front of him, that smugly look on his face accompanied with a wide grin lets him know with no regards how superior he feels.

Without the slightest thinking, the Dragon of Wind grabs the defeated inventor by the head and approaches him to his groin, who still under the effects of the pastry doesn´t put much resistance. In the struggle, the obscene limb slips on the pale cheek spreading the tempting confection; that accidental motion buries the warrior's morality and demands entry but the haughty snob maintains his posture, however that bit of clearness is being eliminated as the candy glazed organ pecks his mouth.

– Come on Spicer, take your prize, it was included just for you. –

The youngster keeps with the taunts. Having his sight shut only enhances the effects of the intoxicating scent and the temptation of the shameless insinuations.

With a foggy mind, he can no longer hold his act, when the robotic engineer opens his eyes he feels like in a vivid dream, he sights a semi blurry human figure made out of his favorite treat, smiling mischievously at him and asking him to consume him. A sense of embarrassment takes over his being and does not know what to do, his eyes shift from the smirking face to the overgrown appendage. The intruder is delighted in the indecisive and craving look of his host. Spicer gulps down before his tongue shyly emerges and runs on the underside of the crown; taking a liking of the collected substance and have gotten a good response from the indecorous apparition, the wealthy businessman slurps the traces of pudding left off the solidified limb.

– Do I taste good Spicer? –

A yearning gaze looks his way before getting an answer.

– Yehh ... yeah *MHHM* you taste really good Pudding. –

The tainted monk laughs at the dull nickname. Jack abruptly awakes from his momentary hallucination but still affected, he recedes hastily in panic, glaring at the despot trespasser with fear and self disappointment.

– What's wrong Jack? There's nothing to be afraid of, I'm not gonna hurt you.

Giving one step, the Brazilian fighter stretches his arm and draws the scared genius to his main section, who flinches at the grip however remains still.

– You said that it was good so why not keep going?

Silent refusal is the only answer emitted, the mechanic clenches his trembling jaw while trying to maintain a convincing glare but his stomach betrays him; the dark skinned warrior widens his grin even more; Jack growls at his evident failure and slowly darts out his buccal appendage.

– That's it. –

Even in this denigrating form, the highly advanced inventor falls in the soothering of the childish dessert, the calmness invades him as the cold substance travels down his esophagus giving pass to take a liking to the "plate" in which the treat is served although his anger is not reduced. He is back devouring jovially all that is at his presence almost immediately thus permitting arouse to manifest.

Near at the end of the thorough tongue bath, Rai slams his dick hitting the throat's entrance with no objections from the temperamental snob; holding him in place he carefully sits on his calves, inclining his torso a bit back and separates his legs to accommodate better his pleasing host who takes a hold of his hips for balance.

– Let's see how much you like your Pudding Man. –

That joyful and dedicated attitude had picked up his interest so the Wind Dragon smears a clump of the creamy confection on his hardened rod and the spoiled millionaire consumes it delightedly; the rebellious monk grins wider and tosses blobs of the pastry in every spot that he wants to see the redhead lap up.

Utterly captivated by madly hunger, the impressive and arrogant intellectual runs his lips as the spots are designated and even himself creates others; Jack pays special care to the area between the legs, knowing very well that that specific anatomy is the Achilles's heel of the despicable entity; he slides around its extension, sucking on the sides of the hard "candy" as its owner had call it at a time, planning on bringing him to a quick end as humiliation.

– *Snicker* You really are enjoying this imported pudding. Eh Spicer? –

He can not take his eyes off the lewd and needy expression that his wimpy old rival presents.

*Hhh* yees …*LICK* I... *LICK* I love my Pudding. –

Jack freezes hearing his own words.