Creature

By: CrystallicSky

Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown, or any of the characters in it, nor will I ever...unless... no, I'll never own it.

Warning(s):Um...I don't really know...I guess the usual, maleXmale romance(though questionably a relationship in a certain way) and since I don't want to spoil anything, I'll just leave it at that.

Notes: Ok, this is another thing that floated into my brain, hijacked my train of thought, crashed it into a brick wall, and is holding my thoughts hostage until it's demands are met, so...I'm writing it. XD

I don't understand.

I don't understand a lot of things lately. Sometimes I feel like I should know, should be able to figure out these things, but I just can't seem to comprehend them.

The knowledge eludes me.

Like now, for example, I'm fairly uncertain about what I'm doing here.

I'm lying next to a male, (and he's around a lot, but I'm not sure why) just lying here for no apparent reason. The male is asleep, completely defenseless, and I can't help but be drawn in by his scent, so I move closer, sniffing gently at his throat and breathing in that delicious scent.

I haven't eaten in a long while...

My tongue glides over the smooth flesh of his neck, and I am gratified to realize that he tastes as good as he smells; I keep lapping at the skin there, satisfying my pallate.

But it's not enough; I'm so very hungry...

Instinctively, my jaw opens, and my breaths come in slight pants as I imagine how good this vital male will taste...

Suddenly, my world turns, and pain erupts in my head, and I realize that the male has awoken and shoved me away, his hand forcing my skull viciously to the mattress. My throat gives an agonized hiss as I struggle against his grip, wriggling and whining and making pleading noises, but he doesn't relent, if anything holding me down more firmly. In a last-ditch effort, I make eye-contact, hoping to persuade him.

His stern, furious expression softens at the look, and he releases the pressure on me before tugging at my arms, pulling me to his chest.

I make a soft sound of confusion as one of his hands rubs at my back while the other busies itself in my hair, smoothing out the wild tangles in the white strands, and try to understand the purpose of what he's doing.

I feel uncomfortable here, but...something seems familiar about it.

Before I can ponder any further, drudging through memories that I don't seem to have but can almost remember, the male speaks in a soft, deep tone, "You're nothing more than a beast now, aren't you?" I can't understand the meaning of the words he says, but the sound is nice, comforting to me, and I respond with a pleased noise, looking up at him again.

His golden eyes are very pretty to look at, but they seem sad now as they look into mine.

It might be that he is my alpha male, because he often mates with me, and perhaps he is sad that I cannot remember this.

For some reason, it hurts to see that sadness in his eyes, and I attempt to make him feel better by licking affectionately at his cheek.

He gasps quietly, in surprise, I assume, before looking straight into my eyes again, their fully-red color, interrupted only by a black, vertical slit through the middle, meeting that brilliant gold.

The contact is broken as he leans forward, pressing his mouth against mine.

This, too, confuses me, as this doesn't seem to serve a purpose, but with one hand still on my back and the other now holding my jaw in place, I don't really have a choice but to participate in it.

I feel his tongue prodding my lips open, and it coaxes my own tongue into his mouth; I'm still not sure why he's doing this, but I do my best to do what he wants me to.

He tastes good, every part of him, and his mouth is no exception; I now participate in what he's doing with more fervor, licking at his tongue and savoring the taste.

I don't understand why I don't just bite it off and swallow it, because it really has been a few days since I've eaten, but something in the very back of my mind, the same part that keeps me in a constant state of feeling like I've forgotten something important, tells me not to, tells me just to taste the male and nothing more; the action does seem familiar to me, now that I think of it, and my body responds accordingly, my arms curling around the male's neck and my tongue playing with his.

This is apparently what the male had wanted, because he granted me an appreciative moan and pulled away, that foggy, clouded part of me protesting as he did so.

He looked at me again for a long while. "You kissed me like you used to...like you..." I tilted my head in confusion, still not understanding his language, but wondering why he stopped talking. At this he smiled a little, pressing me tightly against him, even as I writhed in his grip, startled and unable to grasp the situation. "Maybe there's hope after all...maybe it's not impossible to bring you back." The words remained the same, a jumbled mess of incomprehensible sound to me, but the tone had changed: there was happiness in it, now, and I determined that something I had done was the cause of it; I preened internally, knowing I had made my alpha male happy.

A slight dizziness overtook me, though, and I leaned heavily into the male already holding my form tightly against his, pleadingly moaning the only word I knew in his language, "Hungry..."

His hand stroked through my hair again, gently and carefully, as he answered, "Yes...of course. I'll bring you something to eat, my love...I'll take care of you, Jack..."

Even though I didn't know the exact meaning of what he said, I knew that it meant he would provide for me, bring me another of his species to sate my hunger, and even though I didn't understand much of anything anymore, I figured that that was okay.

My mate understood, and that was enough.

A/N: ...Not much to say, really. Basically, something happened, and Jack is more of a carnivorous animal than human, and Chase looks after him, now.

He's not completely gone, he still almost remembers certain things, and so there's still hope that he can be brought back.

The whole thing's taken it's toll on Chase, too, as you can see, but he's a bit more optimistic now that he sees that Jack isn't just a beast, and remembers--if only barely--what he was before he was changed into...whatever he is now.

But, that's about it, and so now my train of thought can go back on it's way, with all the happy little thinkings on it doing whatever it is they do.

Hope you enjoyed this, though. (I would put an exclamation point, but writing this has put me in a somber mood, and I just don't feel it would be appropriate.)