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"Hey, Ashley….I need your help."
Jack was never one to call for help unless it was absolutely crucial to his existence that he do so. And since he now found himself in one of those crisis periods of time, he called on his cousin who might be able to help him get some answers and help him understand things a littler better. About Chase, that is…
Sure, Jack was gay and so one might be thinking, well if he knows Chase so well, and has been gay and infatuated with men since he was fifteen, shouldn't he be able to determine for himself what the problem might be? And how might Ashley, be able to help when Jack is the one who is with Chase in the first place?
Jack, as is known around the world by this point, is a self-proclaimed evil boy genius, with actual genius to back up his faults. But what Jack isn't, is suave and he lacks the confidence to be able to read and understand Chase as a man and as his lover. He idolizes Chase, still, yes and therefore knows only what a creepy, no-life, basement-living, albino teen villain wannabe would know about the great and mighty Chase Young. However, possessing the knowledge he has gained through sharing Chase's bed, he has confidence that he knows the man in the intimacy department. But having only trivia, background fighting and sexual knowledge of the man a confident lover and husband does not make.
So Jack makes the decision to make the call to his cousin, who arrives promptly after Chase has gone out to do evil. Chase, if it is in question as to why, has forbidden Jack to ever go out fighting again. He insists that he stay and run the lair and do his evil work from the inside. The reason for this being, "You're much to flimsy and delicate, Spicer," he'd sneered before coming closer to lick his alabaster cheeks. "Too beautiful and pale to have marks marring your skin…and much too perfect." With a kiss to those lips, Jack had nodded numbly, loving how Chase treated him as if he were the most precious thing in the world to possess. Even more so than the Shen Gong Wu.
"So, when did you decide to, uh, do this, Jack?"
Jack ruthlessly glared at his cousin as she knowingly grinned at his discomfort of the topic. He scoffed and closed his eyes, chin down with his arms crossed over his chest as he sat in Chase's throne. She knew her cousin was sexually active and immensely shy about the entire topic, but she needed to know about everything if she was to even try to remotely help the albino teen with his problems. Jack was as stubborn as the rest of their family was, so it took her nearly two hours before Jack began to crack and open up and let Ashley in on all the details.
"And after that, he just…stopped talking to you, all together? AND you haven't been active for over twelve days! That's….ridiculous, Jack! I'd go crrrraazzyy without being touched for that long. I'd be purrfectly enraged and claw his eyes out!"
"Yeah, Ashley, unfortunately, that wouldn't do me any good. In the end, I'd only end up dead! And quite frankly, I don't need to know about your sexual ventures. Thanks."
She nodded and smirked at her cousins blatant disgust, her tail flicking left and right behind her as she thought. Perhaps Chase was simply trying not to smother Jack. Reasons why he might think he was were beyond her, but it was a possibility. Jack refused that that was the case when she suggested it. Jack countered with his own theory that Chase was getting deeply involved with another and was distancing himself from Jack for fear of confrontation. Ashley denied that as a theory, reasoning that if Chase had simply gotten bored of Jack, he wouldn't keep him here to let him sit on his thrown and would have simply killed him a long time ago. No, these were not why chase was distancing himself. They brainstormed for what seemed another hour before they both gave up and decided to take a walk outside of the fiery lair.
Ashley scaled the rocks easily and Jack hovered with his helipack. They bantered back and forth of what they were doing with their lives and how evil and awesome the Heylin side was. They almost fought but Jack reminded them that were cousins and Jack no longer openly fought in actual battle. He feared he might get caught or cut and then have to explain to Chase why he had marks on him.
After more fruitless efforts at brain storming and more almost fights, Ashley decided to take her leave. Jack dismissed her with a wave of parting and she left, leaping away from the lair, rock after rock to ground level. Jack watched her leave and then went back to the throne to sit down and wait for Chase to come back and try once again to figure out what was going on with his lover. He wondered why Chase was acting this way for the millionth time, and actually wore his brain so much he gave himself what was the ninth headache of the day. Jack napped the pain away.
With Chase, it was a different kind of pain. His arm was swallowed from the harsh bludgeon he'd taken from Wuya's dark warrior. She was once again up to her old tricks, trying to become empress of both the Heylin and Xiaolin sides. Only this time, it was not Jack who had aided her where she could not tangibly grasp the Wu, it was instead a young warrior named Raimundo. Chase summoned lightning and the fight would soon be over. After all the cliché fighting and one-liners, Chase finally defeated Wuya and could now get back to his little love back at home waiting for him. He felt horrible for neglecting him, and for abstaining from their routine copulations in bed. And Chase Young barely ever felt bad for anything he did.
At the end of the fight, he disappeared, leaving the monks and the other Heylins to take care of the mess Wuya had wrought upon them this time.
Getting back to his lair was always a comfort, being surrounded by darkness, ash and evil, of course. But if that wasn't enough, he always would have his little Spicer to comfort him as well. No longer was he the lone dragon warrior, but he was a dragon warrior with a lover who would do whatever he asked of him. Entering his throne room, he saw his love on his throne, curled up into a ball, sucking his thumb childishly as he slept. Chase had to grin at that. He was so childish and adorable and yet could remain so tantalizing and sexy as hell that Chase never would be able to get enough of him. Chase came up to the throne's side and kissed Jack's cheek and then his ear, whispering into it softly, "I'm home…."
Jack took a minute to respond and when he finally opened his eyes, he smiled at Chase. They shared a long kiss when Jack turned his face to meet Chase's and Chase had to embrace him. Jack wrapped his arms around those strong shoulders and Chase lifted him up and sat down in his throne, still kissing his albino. Jack's legs fell open wider and wider as the kiss grew deeper and deeper. Chase was tempted to touch him again but he remembered what he'd vowed and stopped himself and the kiss. Jack breathed and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. Chase looked at him and grew sorry he'd initiated that first kiss. Now he couldn't follow through. Not yet at least.
"I'm sorry, Jack," his tone was soft and cracked a little bit. Jack frowned at him and pushed up and away from Chase. He sighed and started walking to their room and Chase quickly got up and followed after him. "Jack, you have to know I'm not doing this willfully. If I could, I would have taken you so hard…., and made sweet love to you just how I know you like it." He caught the teen's wrist and pulled him back to him. Jack stilled, listening to Chase's words, sighing in frustration and kept his head down. "Jack…?"
Jack stayed silent, still thinking. He still didn't get it. Why would Chase tease him like this? What had he done? He pushed away from Chase again but Chase wouldn't let him get so far. He kept his body close but allowed Jack to pull away and angle his head up to look into Chase's eyes.
"I'd known you were the king of darkness, but sexually torturing me is just…beyond all things evil! Why are you doing this to me, Chase? What did I do? You were always the one who wanted everything I had to offer you, and now, when I beg you and want you, you withdraw yourself? How does that work out?" Jack glared at those yellow dragon eyes that resembled cat eyes; those glowing eyes that ate away his resolve every time and that did no differently now. He hugged himself closer, putting his head on Chase's chest. "I used to understand you, and I felt confident in knowing that I could read you and how you would react. But now….I'm nervous, and self-conscious of myself and I….don't know what to do with myself…or us, for that matter." He sighed and felt Chase held him tighter, his strong chin on top of his head and resting in his red locks. "What happened? Why won't you touch me or be around me when I need you? Is it something I did? Are you…..are you just getting bored of me, Chase?" He whispered the last question, eyes stinging with the preliminary tears.
Chase held the boy tighter, "You could be more wrong, Spicer." He said, his voice stone hard and serious, almost threatening. Jack's heart rate sped up as he listened to the ancient warlord holding him. "I will never grow tired of you, and quite the contrary to what your small mind has conjured up, I want you all the time. I don't want to be away but I just can't have you like I want; like we want to have each other." He breathed in deeply and exhaled. "If I could tell you why, I would, but until I know how things are going to turn out, we can't. I am sorry." He wanted to cry himself but the tears had long since dried up, so the stabbing pain in his heart would have to suffice.
Jack needed space and air and he finally tried pulling away again, this time succeeding and he looked up at Chase. "Is there something going on that I don't know about? Something you might want and need to tell me?" Jack was getting serious. If chase was cheating on him or keeping some other kind of big secret from him, he was going to flip out and cry so obnoxiously that even he might get sick and tired of it.
Chase swallowed and looked away, trying not to look all that guilty. He knew he was, for hiding something this strange from the other; hiding something that was definitely going to change both of their lives forever. And to hide something that Jack ought to have been the first to know. Instead, Chase was the one who did it, and knew all about it. But Chase knew that if he told Jack, or if Jack had been the one to know in the first place, Chase wouldn't have known and Jack would be in hysterics. This was the best way to go about this. His little albino was fragile, and his ego was one of non-existence. Break it to him slowly, after a period of time. Then he would be able to talk to him about this and have a rational discussion. But by then it would probably be too late; too late to change their minds. Chase hoped Jack would want this, too. What if he'd changed his mind about the whole idea? They hadn't talked about it in so long that Jack might have put it out of his mind and just accepted life with chase as it was. If that was the case, Chase was seriously in a world of trouble. However, maybe….maybe it would work out. Maybe for the first time since before he drank the Low Mein Soup, Chase felt hopeful.
His face still stern, he looked into those red eyes. "Nothing you won't know about soon enough. Hopefully, you'll enjoy the surprise. If not, I will be eternally regretful." He sighed and kissed Jack's forehead. "I want you to let me know if you feel different, your routine changes or you feel any pain. Can you do that for me, my pet?" He asked with a small smile, his infamous Chase Young lip twitch, hoping to put Jack's, no doubt, restless mind at ease.
Jack exhaled a breath he seemed to have been holding. Jack nodded sullenly, falling back into those arms. "Will do, Chase, will do. In the mean time, can you help me with….this?" He said, motioning downwards. Chase hesitated and then smiled his glinting smile. The smile that always promised more than what one would expect.
"Of course I can. If you'll help me, I'll be ecstatic to repay you the favor….," he drawled out, raking his gaze over Jack's thing and delicious body. Jack blushed and nodded, eyes heavy once again as Chase carried him back to their room. Chase had grown extremely careful around him and delicately set him on the bed. Chase was no longer his dragon stamina forced kinky self, instead, he seemed to be holding himself back, reigning in his desires to rip off Jack's clothes. Now that Jack was reading his eyes more closely, he could see the pain in those eyes that he wanted to very much do just that.
A few weeks later, Jack did start to notice some changes in his routine. However they were slight, and didn't merit any concern. Jack didn't see any need to alarm his lover of such small changes. Like he got up more often to pee during the night and he had a slightly larger appetite but could never keep anything down. He thought Chase would notice anyway, and he didn't seem concerned at all, and they went about their lives. Chase still distanced himself some, but not as bad as it had been. Still, he refused to have sex with him all the way, but he had gotten Chase to agree to fellatio. So each night, they copulated that way.
Jack was home alone less often, and Chase still treated him as if he were the most delicate thing in the world. Nothing really had changed and Jack was happy this way. He didn't ask anymore questions and Chase didn't act so suspicious. And things stayed that way for a pretty steady period of time. About three weeks after that though, more strange symptoms became apparent, and Chase began to notice them first.
"Spicer, I know I've said this to you before, but have you noticed the changes? I have."
"Yes, I have, Chase, but I didn't see any reason to tell you. The changes were small enough, that I wasn't worried about them at all. Sorry I didn't tell you." He said, almost flippantly. Chase rolled his eyes and pulled Spicer into his lap, lacing his fingers below his stomach that was beginning to bloat slightly. He smiled, glad that it was proving to be true and that everything seemed to be healthy and growing right, according to what he'd read and heard.
"Jack, even the slightest of changes; I want to know. Because if something were to-"
"Chase, why does it matter? You never worried this much about my routine or health before. What's up? Do you know something about my body that I don't?" That made Jack laugh openly and Chase was silent and looked away. Jack's laughter calmed and then stopped as he saw Chase's expression. "You do, don't you?" When Chase sighed and made to stand up, Jack stopped him. "Chase, what? What is it that you know that I don't?" Chase looked at him and opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself and closed it again. "Is it something so horrible, you've been keeping it a secret from me? Chase, it's my body, I have the RIGHT to know!"
"I know you have the right. But…not now, Spicer. I'll let you know, but you may even find it before I even get a chance to tell you. Look closely at yourself and then at me and then think about everything that has changed." Chase gave a smile as he looked over Jack once more. Jack shivered every time he did that and he did. He looked at himself and then at Chase, lingering on him more so than was necessary, an act that did not and never would go unnoticed by the ex-monk. Once upon a time, Chase would have vomited to have Jack look at him as he did now. But Jack had grown up, and matured and had become increasingly more attractive to Chase's tasteful eye. Now, it made him growl lowly in his throat, almost growing erect on the spot from that look alone. Jack then thought about it, looked at himself once more and then sighed, frustrated. He still did not understand at all.
"Chase….," he whispered, pleading for a hint or the actual answer.
"When you are desperate to know, or have finally figured it out on your own, come find me and talk to me." And with that Chase left the manor, leaving Jack stunned, confused and angry beyond anything he'd ever been before.
This wasn't good.
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