"Chase! Oh god, Chase! Please!"

Jack was on his knees, braced against the headboard of the bed, body shaking with the force of his lover's movements as Chase thrust into him. He moaned in desperation, not sure what he was begging for but sure that Chase could give it to him.

"Anything for you."

The answer was a growl, rough and low, and the brutal bite that came with it was enough to send Jack tumbling over the edge. He screamed out his pleasure as Chase thrust harder, fangs clamped into Jack's flesh, shaking the bed frame with the force of his lust. Jack's orgasm ripped through him, fire and lightning sizzling through his nerves in an overwhelming explosion of pure bliss.

Chase pulled out and Jack fell gracelessly back, too tired even to lean against the headboard any longer, utterly wrung out for the fourth time that night. Chase caught Jack as he slumped, laying him gently on the bed before stretching out beside him.

Jack looked lovingly into his eyes. They were cool, beautiful bronze depths untroubled by emotion, but Jack pretended that somewhere within them was a spark of feeling that mirrored his own.

"I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too, Jack."

The words filled him with terrible, desperate joy. They were a lie, bought and paid for, but he would have done far worse things to hear them.

"Stay with me."

Jack pulled Chase close and snuggled against him, clinging just a little too tightly. He ran his fingers lightly through Chase's silky-soft hair and down one smooth cheek before tracing those perfect lips. Chase kissed his fingers and cradled him gently, wrapping himself protectively around the exhausted boy genius.

"Stay with me," Jack whispered again.

"Always."

Jack sighed in contentment and drifted slowly into sleep.

8 8 8 8

He waited until Jack was sleeping, then gently disentangled himself and crept softly towards the door. Long, smooth strides took him down the grand hallways and out the door, into the faint half-light of the coming dawn.

Pausing on the porch, Chase reached into his pocket and pulled out a shen-gong-wu.

"Moby Morpher!"

Chase Young disappeared. In his place stood Hannibal Roy Bean, craggy teeth bared in a vicious grin. As he reached a long tentacle up to hoist himself on to the swooping Ying-Yang bird, Hannibal chuckled to himself. It wasn't a bad way to gain a minion, this business.

Not a bad way at all.