Here it is, the multi-chapter smut story many of you have been asking me to write.

Chase clawed at the back of his head, his nails digging into the flesh, but the feeling in the pit of his stomach was still there. It was still taunting him. Telling him that he was not strong enough to easily ignore the feeling or to make it go away with some meditation or tea or anything. He was weak. He was pathetic. He should not be suffering from this after all of his years of intense training. Suffering from something that animals went through. And yet, every year, he had to deal with the same thing. He had to deal with this urge on, attempting to find some release but nothing that he could do on his own was enough to make the feeling stop completely and having to put up with the constant warmth throughout his entire body that forced him to remove his armor since it was too constricting on him during this time.

He kicked Wuya out of the lair until this passed, refusing to let himself stoop to that level in order to calm this feeling. His warriors hid from him because anger tended to be Chase's only emotion during this time and none of the felines wished to be attacked by their unruly master. Chase froze when he heard someone enter his lair, walking up the steps towards the floor he stood on.

"Hey Chase, I came up with this...Chase?" Jack stopped at the top step when he saw the warlord hugging himself, strands of hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat and his body was body bare except for a pair of black slacks. "I..." The young genius' face slowly turned red the more he stared, having never seen Chase in this state before.

"Get out." Chase growled.

"You okay there?" Jack asked, swallowing a little after speaking.

"I said-" Chase stiffened. That scent. That delicious and mouth-watering scent Jack was now giving off was so...tempting.

"Do I need to get a doctor or something? Then again I'm sure that most doctors don't know how to deal with an immortal warlord." Jack spoke the second part under his breath, trying his best to avoid looking at Chase. "I'll just go-" Jack yelped when Chase suddenly grabbed him and pinned him up against one of the pillars. Jack's eyes went wide and he felt his body shut down. Is this how he dies? What did he do wrong? Although being murdered by his all-time evil idol was a way to go but he wasn't ready to go.

"Spicer. I am going to make you an offer." Chase's voice sounded rough and he was breathing heavily. "Don't speak yet, just listen." He added when Jack opened his mouth. "I am currently in heat and your scent is driving me mad. You are aroused and it's taking every ounce of my being to not ravish you at the moment."

"Okay." Jack said. Chase was a little shocked, he wasn't expecting Jack to understand what he meant without further explanation and was even more shocked that the young man accepted it without a second thought or even a moment's hesitation.

"Are you sure?" Jack only nodded his head at the question and when he blinked, he found himself no longer pinned to the pillar and was now lying, alone, in the center of a large bed. Jack blinked again and saw that he was staring into Chase's eyes. "Last chance before I can no longer stop myself." Chase warned. Jack took in a deep breath and nodded again. "I need to hear you say it."

"Yes." Jack barely got the word out of his mouth before Chase's lips came crashing down on top of his.

"Soft." Chase whispered before trailing kisses along Jack's jaw and hearing the quiet, high-pitched noise that came from the young man as he dragged his teeth down the pale neck. Jack didn't know what to do as Chase threw off his jacket and he made a weak sound of protest as his shirt was ripped in half but that protest was soon cut off when Chase bit one of his nipples, fingers trailing along his sides and sending a shiver up his spine.

"Ch-Chase." Jack panted out, not sure if speaking would ruin the moment or not. Chase showed no sign of either caring or not caring about his name being spoken, already tugging the young man's pants off, his nails tearing at the fabric. Jack stared down at Chase, was he supposed to do something? Was he supposed to help? Voice approval? Although, his true goal was to get through this without dying and it seemed like he was going to get a lot more than he expected as he was quickly made bare and Chase gently grabbed him, giving it a few pumps. "Shit." Jack groaned. He was defiantly not ready for this. "N-Not much for f-foreplay...huh?" Jack weakly chuckled and then letting out a stuttering gasp as Chae continued to pump him, the warlord growling into his ear, showing that he was enjoying Jack's physical reaction to his touch.

"I figured I should give you something before I have my way since I am unsure of your outcome after I fully lose control." Chase stated in a soft voice, pumping faster.

"Fuck." Jack moaned. This was completely different when it was someone else's hand doing that. Chase kept going and Jack soon felt that familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach, knowing what that meant and he was a little scared to do it. What if Chase was disgusted by his mess or think he was weak for not lasting long? Or-

"Do it." Chase's order cut off all of Jack's thought and the young man's body stiffened as he let out a silent shout and his stomach became wet.

"Holy...shit..." Jack said, trying to catch his breath.

"Good." Jack's eyes went wide when he saw Chase lick his hand and soon his finger were in his mouth as well. Did he just...why? His question was soon answered when he felt a finger go inside of him.

"Alright...alright..." Jack put his hands over his face to cover the redness. He burned even brighter when Chase took his hands with his free one and lowered them, staring right into his eyes.

"Do not cover yourself." Chase said. "I need to see your face." Jack attempted to say 'okay', but only a hiss came out when a second finger was put in. It didn't really hurt that much, he was surprised that it didn't, but he was just not ready for it.

"W-Wait!" Jack cried, moving back a little when Chase went between his legs, ready to move on to something much larger than his fingers. "D-Don't you have a condom or lube or something that people-" Jack stopped as Chase leaned down and started kissing his neck again. A strange mewling sound escape from Jack's lips as he felt something cold and wet on him and the fingers slipped in and out much easier than before.

"Satisfied?" Chase asked, not waiting for Jack's verbal response before sitting back up and slowly sliding it. Jack covered his mouth with a hand to quiet a yell, it hurt, it hurt like hell. Tears streamed down his face, ruining his signature eyeliner. "It's okay. It's okay." Chase whispered and bent forward again, kissing away the tears on Jack's cheeks. Jack was a little stunned. When was Chase ever this gentle? Was this heat making him act this way? Or is he always like this when it comes to sleeping with someone? Jack could tell by the way Chase was lightly shaking that he was holding back and it was killing him to do so.

"Just, do it."

"What?"

"Just do it, do what you need to. I can see that you're going mad doing this so slow. Just do it. I'll be fine." Jack tried to keep his voice steady, but it was impossible with how much fear was coursing through him.

"I'm pretty sure that you are in no position to be giving me orders."

"I'm not trying to give you-" Jack stopped when Chase slowly rolled his hips. It had felt good, not great since there was still a hint of pain with it but Jack was still stunned to feel pleasure from this. The young man was going to try speaking again and was unable to as Chase continued moving his hips. His breath came out shaky and all he could do at the moment was hold on to Chase as the warlord started picking up the pace. A deep growl came from Chase when Jack dug his nails into his upper arms and he began moving faster, making the nails dig in even more. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Jack gasped out, all pain gone and letting out a loud moan when he felt Chase rub up against something inside of him that made him feel amazing. "There, right there, please." Jack pleaded out weakly, throwing his head back to let out another groan when Chase did so.

Jack tried to look everywhere but at Chase, not believing that this was happening and feared that the moment he actually accepted it, everything would go away and he would find himself waking up in his bed. He found himself staring at Chase's lips at one point and was stunned when they were attacking his a moment later. Jack gasped into Chase's mouth when the warlord started moving at an impossible speed, slamming into him much harder than before and showing that he was losing control. Jack wasn't sure he hated this or loved it as pain and pleasure coursed through him, Chase's lips preventing him from yelling with each hit. The young man could feel the warmth in the pit of his stomach again, he wasn't even being touched there. Chase's beat was starting to falter and was more sporadic, Jack wasn't sure what that meant but he didn't care when Chase pulled back a little and Jack swore he saw stars or something as his body stiffened and a shout came out of him. Jack ended up riding that high for a bit as Chase continued and soon he heard a loud grunt from the warlord. The young man shivered when he felt something warm fill him and after a few more weak thrusts Chase removed himself and laid down on the bed next to Jack.

Time passed and Jack wondered what he was supposed to do now. Chase hasn't moved or spoken since they finished. Did he need to leave? Should he say something? Jack slapped his hands over his mouth to stop a yelp of fear when a warrior suddenly appeared, showing no care for the fact that Jack was naked on its master's bed. The tiger held a blanket in its mouth and tossed it on top of Jack. The young man watched in stunned silence as the tiger left and when he looked over at Chase he saw that the warlord had a blanket on himself and was most likely asleep. Was he spending the night? In Chase Young's bed? He'd probably be kicked out as soon as he woke, but he wasn't in the position to go home at the moment with his clothing torn and tossed aside and everything. Jack glanced around the room and saw that his clothing wasn't even in the room anymore, the warriors must have taken them. He definitely could not leave at the moment. Looks like he's sleeping over then.

"Night." Jack said very quietly as he curled up, quickly realizing that it was not a good idea to do that and ended up falling asleep on his back.