XS-Chack

Jack/Chase

Sometimes to someone as old as himself it was usual feel bored. Days followed by days (then for hundreds more) can get really tedious when there's nothing new or exciting.
Chase Young wasn't a man without matters to attend, but the fact that those matters were always the same, put him in an indifferent mood to whatever that was happening around.
This 'no feels' state were only broken by the new generation of xiaolin dragons.
This one that he is now observing was strange. The new monks weren't from the same part of the world, these ones are different, he decided.
This new generation also has one thing that any before them had.

An enemy.

They have their own villain. Wuya the heylin witch was freed by a clumsy, white, redhead teenager who titled himself as 'boy genius' and was inserted in the showdowns by incident but with a greedy dream of world submission.

Chase haven't saw any motivation to be in this new battle good vs evil since they were just kids going to their prepubescent yet. Wuya was new, he remembered when he last had saw her.
More than fifteen hundred years ago, when he and Guan fought together under Dashi lead to defeat her. Now she was nothing more than an old ragged ghost. What had caught his attention was the goth boy.
He was the new and uncommon factor.

It was time to meet the new xiaolin monks.

He was surprised, a pleasant kind of surprised. He was watching the monks destroying the robots created by the auto-titled boy genius. When the same fell into his arms (literally). He was even more pleased when said boy recognized him with tons of admiration in his voice and that instantly bright of excitement in these ruby eyes. So the genial teen feel a thing for him? ...Good.

Jack was stunned Chase Young (his since-ever-crush) held him in those strong arms and directed that 'no modesty' smile to him. That was the best day of his life, he decided.
Since Spicer could remember his life sucked. He was in every essence of the word a 'freak', he didn't born the way his parents were planning. He was a weak, albino, lonely boy. If his bedroom were in the basement as his lab was, he hadn't doubts that his parents wouldn't remember his existence. He was alone great part of the time since he'd come to live in China. The Spicer's were never in one place alone, the rich family owned divests areas inside industry. While his father administered the business his mother was the one who took care of their image. She was always planning a party or tea with partners and collaborators and him always chose to be downstairs he didn't like the way those fancy people looked at him as if he wasn't right, as if he was an aberration. It infuriated him and in certain way he was grateful for it since it was what sparkled the desire of taking over the world, the subjection of everybody to him was in his mind how to show to those shit people who was the inferior.

But it doesn't matter now not when someone as Chase Young is holding you on those 'oh so perfect' arms that he thought that were a myth of the old. And up and close he was better than any dream he were used to have.

The boy was too young yet, so skinny so perfect. This boy was going to be what he needed, he is going to be his consort and companion so the eternity will not bother him anymore for a long time, or so he hope.

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TBC