Title: Paradoxical
Author:
Kitana
Warnings: PG-13 for some kissing and light language.
Jack/Rai; no real setting.
Notes: This is my first Xiaolin
Showdown fanfic, and I'm always a little nervous breaking into a
new fandom, so be nice? ^^;
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With a frown set deep on his lips, Raimundo glowered at the very smug Jack Spicer in front of him. He was immobile, chained to the wall by Jack under Wuya's direction, and he'd been relieved of all of his Shen Gong Wu. He had no idea where Omi, Clay, or Kimiko had been taken, but the Brazilian boy hoped like hell they were faring better than him. He didn't want to be alone in the same room with Jack Spicer for more than ten minutes at a time — Raimundo didn't trust himself if he did.
Not with the train of thoughts that had been plaguing him recently.
His attention was brought back to Jack by the sound of footsteps, and he watched with growing irritation as the self-proclaimed boy genius paced in front of him. The silence in the room allowed for Raimundo to concentrate and process everything, including things he didn't want to really think about. He kept his eyes trained on the redhead pacing in front of him, reasoning with himself that he only watched because Jack was unpredictable, not because he was more than a little fascinated by the way the boy's clothes moved around him.
"I told you I'd win," Jack finally said nonchalantly, as if the outcome of their battle had been carved in stone. "How's that make you feel, Raimundo?"
Raimundo would've shrugged if his arms weren't stretched out to either side, in order to keep up his façade of coolness. In actuality, he was wound tighter than a bed coil. "Like a million bucks," he replied sarcastically. If words were venomous, Rai's would've been deadly. Just the way he felt he should sound.
"I bet you do," Jack countered, his ruby eyes glittering with amusement and — Raimundo noted this absently — something else, deeper, edgier.
Jack grinned and took a few steps toward Raimundo, until he was only inches away from the brunette. Raimundo tried to keep up his steely glare, but he felt it wavering under Jack's … suddenly inquisitive stare? It looked almost like the redhead was trying to read him or something. It wasn't an expression he'd seen on Jack's face before — he was still grinning, yes, but it wasn't evil per se… Raimundo couldn't put his finger on it. Mischievous, maybe?
Jack kneeled in front of Raimundo, and the brunette could feel his heart rate doubling and mouth go dry. Spicer was way too close for comfort, even though his voice was speculative when he spoke. "You know, Wuya said that I could do whatever I wanted with you."
Raimundo had a slew of witty comments bombard him, but his voice failed him when soft lips pressed against his own. Jack's tongue muffled his startled, wide-eyed gasp, and Rai felt himself tremble with the force of shock and mixed emotions. This was not happening, Raimundo told himself, but when Jack withdrew with a smirk and he sucked in his lip, only to taste faint traces of orange soda, realization hit him like the weight of the two-ton tunic.
Rai could barely form the words he spoke. "What the hell…," he trailed off momentarily. "Do you think you're doing?"
Jack's grin was wide, devilish. "Seducing you; what does it look like?"
Well, shit. Raimundo thought.
Unpredictable was the understatement of the year.
~Owari~
