Draconic Introspection

By: CrystallicSky

Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown, or any of the characters in it.

Warning(s): Implication of malexmale relationships, AKA homosexual; if you have a problem with that, that's your business. Please don't make it mine. Also, one use of the word that starts in 'f' and ends in 'uck' and isn't 'firetruck'.

Notes: This is what happens when I get bored during the summer: I write fanfiction to get some form of attention. It probably doesn't help that I'm rather sick at the moment as well, meaning that it took a bit longer than it should have and might not be up to snuff and/or the level it should be, but I'm not gonna rewrite it, and I want feedback, so if you're actually reading this, please, move on to the actual story! :D

Today had lasted far too long for Chase's liking, and he was looking forward to not only a good night's sleep, but even the rare treat of sleeping in a few extra hours as well, something he normally didn't allow himself. There were exceptions to his personal rule of waking early, and this was one of them.

Laying down against the soft bedding and pulling a rather cozy quilt over himself, the everlord was highly grateful to let go of all the day's tensions, preparing for a well-deserved, long rest...

"You are a fool."

Dread pooled in his stomach, and Chase uselessly put a pillow over his head, moaning, "Oh, not tonight..."

"Yes, tonight," the voice so similar to his own growled in his mind, "and every night until you actually listen to me."

"For the love of all that's unholy, can I not simply sleep?" the man pleaded a bit desperately.

"No," his dragon denied, "because if you had not ignored me from the beginning, you wouldn't need a quilt to keep you warm, and you would have a beautiful, young body beside you."

Chase scoffed in derision. "He is not beautiful."

"Of course he is; he is the most gorgeous boy you've ever laid eyes on, and you know it!"

"Hmph, and how is that? He's so scrawny-"

"His frame is slender, as it must be to fit so perfectly up against ours as it does."

"His skin is too white," the man protested, "how could anyone find such pasty skin attractive?"

"He cannot help his pale complexion," his dragon growled at him, "and we both know it simply adds to his beauty. It gives him the appearance of living porcelain."

Chase couldn't help his snort; now the beast was waxing poetic! "So, tell me, then, what of his eyes? Do you have something romantic to say about them? Or perhaps that radioactive-looking hair of his?"

"As a matter of fact, I do." the reptile assured from within his mind. "His eyes are like rubies and his hair like a sunset. What do you have to say to that?" The smugness in the tone was palpable.

"I say," the warlord huffed, "that Spicer is an annoying imbecile, and nothing you say can persuade me otherwise."

"Ha," the disembodied voice laughed, "again you prove me right when I say you are a fool. I am you, in a sense, and I know that what you need is not persuasion, as you already share my views on Spicer. No, what you need is a wake-up call."

"What I need is to sleep; can you not let me do that, or do you insist we continue this infantile quarrel until sunrise?"

"Oh, very well. I'll leave you be for the night if you just admit you're a coward."

Chase tensed. "What. Did. You. Say?"

"You. Are. A. Coward." the dragon mocked, "Admit that, and I'll let you sleep."

"I most certainly am not a coward," the warlord growled to the reptilian facet of his personality, "how dare you accuse me of this?"

"Oh, perhaps for the simple fact that its true?" the beast returned, "You're afraid."

"I fear nothing," Chase snarled indignantly, "especially not Jack Spicer!"

"No," he was corrected, "not afraid of him; you fear falling in love."

"Love?" the man scoffed, "I don't need love."

The dragon chuckled in his host's head. "Nobody loves no one. I know how much you like to think yourself a god, more than human, and in many respects, that is true, but you must accept that even you need love."

"I need no one, and even if I did, it wouldn't be a worm like Spicer!"

"Oh, please," the reptile scoffed, "you're speaking out of hurt! Why don't you come down off that cross, use the wood to build a bridge and get over it?"

"Don't drag her into this, you-"

"Now, you see? The fact that I don't even have to mention her name is enough proof: you're still in pain from what she did to you."

"I do not love Wuya any longer. God knows why I did in the first place, but any affection I held for her is long gone." Chase snarled defiantly.

"Oh, that I believe, but that doesn't mean that everything she was to you just disappeared overnight, no matter how badly you wish it would've. She was your first love; you can't just forget that. All of her betrayals have hurt you, yes, but now she's got you too terrified to try to love again, even when a beautiful, brilliant, perfect boy is practically throwing himself at your feet!"

The everlord was silent for a moment. "He can't love me," he said at long last, "he is too young. He can't possibly know what love is."

"Are we speaking of the same person?" the dragon questioned, "Because I am thinking of the nineteen-year-old whose breath hitches at the sight of you, whose heart flutters like a mouse's in your presence, whose eyes practically glow with devotion at the mere mention of your name: that Jack Spicer."

"...He was mentored by Wuya and has no sense of loyalty," Chase protested, "he will only betray me just as she has time and again because that is how she taught him through example."

"While he may not know loyalty, answer me this: has he ever expressed anything but his utmost adoration of you?"

"No..." came the reluctant answer.

"He hangs on to every word you say and worships the ground you walk on; you could be his new mentor (with benefits of course) and teach him how to be loyal, could you not?"

"I could..." the man admitted, a slight tone of realization slipping into his tone.

"Very good. So, let us see: we have you, a man who seems to have just realized how severely affection-starved he's become, and a teenager deeply in love with this man and perfectly willing to overlook all of his previous behavior for nothing more than a scrap of his attention like the naïve young pup he is." Then, as if speaking to a very young, not-so-bright child, he asked his host, "What do we do?"

Chase stared at the ceiling for a moment before rolling over on his side, getting comfortable amongst his blankets as he declared, "Tomorrow; it will do no good to fall asleep before being able to fuck him as hard he deserves."

" 'attaboy..." his dragon purred in contented anticipation before retreating into the recesses of the warlord's mind, pleased with the idea of finally being able to claim his long desired mate.

Really, what was one more night for a prize like Jack Spicer?

A/N: Nothing to say; if its not as good as the rest of the stuff I do, that might be because I wrote it with random muscle aches, a sore throat, a stuffy nose, and a headache, so...you know, might not be up to my usual standards. Be gentle to me, but by all means, be honest. Criticism helps me to improve if its needed.

But anyways, I hope you liked it, and thank you for taking the time to read my story! :)