April Fool's!
By: CrystallicSky
Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown or any of its characters, nor do I make any profit or attempt to with the writing of this or any of my other pieces. Warnings: Language, sexual implication, homosexuality, etc.
"...you're serious."
"Of course I am serious, Wuya," Chase purred, stalking closer to the woman standing before him. "What possible reason could I have to falsely propose such a thing?"
The witch admitted to herself that this was true and that Chase Young did not really joke.
Besides, was the man not completely serious about this proposal to have her rule at his side for eternity, there was no chance he'd have cursed out and dumped his current lover right in front of her.
Spicer was still huddled in on himself on the floor, desperately sobbing his heart out in his despair.
Encouraged by the musical soundtrack of Jack's heartbroken crying and that gorgeously seductive gaze Chase was fixing upon her, a wicked smile spread across Wuya's face.
With a toss of her fire-red hair, she pressed her body to that of the armored man, arms looping around his neck as she purred, "I accept, my Chase..."
Wuya craned her neck upwards just a bit, reaching ever so slightly for Chase's lips...
...only to be shoved backwards onto the cold marble floor by a forceful burst of magic.
The witch glanced up, green eyes wide as the warlord's magic just as quickly dragged Spicer, no longer sobbing and, in fact, smiling, to his side.
Chase Young chuckled wickedly at her, his (apparently) still-consort doing the same.
"You didn't truly thing I would trade Spicer for you, did you witch?" the man inquired condescendingly, arm curling possessively about the young goth's waist. "I would never."
"And did you really thing I'd just cry like a pussy and let him?" Jack grinned impishly, cruelly, Wuya realized. "No way in Hell."
Confused and altogether stunned, the woman helplessly sputtered, "Wha-why?"
In sync, it seemed, the two evil men smirked at her, declaring, "April Fool's, Wuya."
The witch, stunned as she was, offered no protest as she was teleported outside of the palace, about fifty feet away from the ledge and in midair.
Jack, meanwhile, snuggled up against his wicked lover, cooing and fawning over the man in his usual manner. "Chase," he squealed in adoration, "that was awesome! The look on her face was priceless, and you were just awesome, and-" he cut himself off and kissed the warlord fiercely instead. "Thank you," the goth finished brightly.
Chase gave a pleased growl at his lover's display of sincere affection. "I don't mind doing little things that will make you happy every once in awhile, Spicer," he assured. "Especially considering that today is also your birthday; consider it a gift."
A sly look crossed the youth's face. "I'm kinda waiting on another gift, Chase..."
The warlord grinned wickedly at that. "Birthday sex, Spicer?"
"A hell of a lot of birthday sex," Jack happily corrected.
The rest of the day, as one would expect of an April Fool's day, was spent in copious fun.
A/N: So, I had this finished precisely on April Fool's day. I could've easily gotten around to it. I didn't. But, as a friend told me when I showed this to them about an hour ago, posting it two months late would be an even greater April Fool's. XD In any case, here's my (seriously delayed) April Fool's fic; thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it! :D