Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown nor any of its characters, nor do I make any profit or attempt to with the writing of this or any of my other pieces.

Warning: Homosexuality, language, implications of sex, and mild violence.

6. Tension

"C'mon, Chase. I told my mom we'd be there by noon. It's 12:15, already!" Jack complained as he pulled his lover up the front steps of his mother's house in England.

"It's not my fault you kept running into the bathroom to check your hair every five minutes," Chase growled back at his mate, evidently displeased with being pulled anywhere.

The warlord was nicely dressed for the occasion in formal, black dress pants and a white button-up collar shirt. He'd argued with Jack for at least twenty minutes about whether or not to wear his usual armor, but eventually gave up and let the whiny goth have his way.

Jack, on the other hand, was dressed in his usual black coat and boots, but had tucked his goggles safely in his pocket, muttering something about how they tended to give his mother a headache.

The two reached the front door and Jack obligingly pressed the doorbell. He glanced at Chase and whispered harshly, "Remember. Be. Nice."

"You say that like I don't know how to behave, Spicer," Chase said with a dark smirk.

"I know you," Jack hissed, "I want you to at least try and be friendly with them. Mom might be a little bit of a challenge, but trust me; you will love Granny."

Chase scoffed derisively. He'd never met Charlotte Spicer before and felt a little uncomfortable about this little visit that Jack had forced upon him. From what Chase was told by Jack, Charlotte wasn't exactly thrilled about not only her son's choice in men, but his love of evil.

As the front door began to creak open, he prepared himself for the worst…

An old woman, age undetermined at the moment, stood in the archway of the front door, squinting at both men. She blinked and perked up, when she realized who was there. "Jackie! Come here and give me a hug, you little fairy!"

Chase's eyes went slightly wide at the insult and he opened his mouth to stand up for his consort, when said consort stepped forward and wrapped his arms affectionately around the old lady. "Hey, Granny! How ya doin'? Still stealing from the goodwill basket at church?"

"Oh, you know I do far worse than that, Jackie," the old woman cackled, hugging her grandson. "Oh, but don't tell your mother. You know how she gets."

"Believe me, I do," Jack said as he pulled away. He turned around and gestured to his master. "Granny, meet Chase. Chase, this is my grandma."

Politely, Chase held out his hand to the woman. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Danielle."

Without warning, Danielle Spicer left her grandson and wrapped her arms around Chase's waist and hugged him with a surprisingly strong grip for a woman of her age. "Heh-heh, you'll have to do better than that, boy! Any new member of our family gets hugs from me. None of that formal 'excuse me' shit!"

The dragonlord blinked in silent shock at the woman and looked up at his lover, who was snickering quietly. Danielle finally pulled away from Chase and glanced over at Jack. "Well, you might as well come on in. Your mother has been in a tizzy all morning over this little meeting." She began to walk back inside, but leaned over to whisper, "Don't tell her that I said that, either."

"No problem, Granny," Jack agreed without hesitation and latched onto Chase's hand to pull them both inside.

Chase quickly leaned over to murmur into Jack's ear. "Your grandmother knows of our relationship?"

"Yep," Jack answered with a grin, "Granny knew I played for the other team even before I did. When I told her about us, she laughed for about ten minutes straight and then tried to ask me about our sex life." At Chase look of mild horror, he added, "I didn't tell her anything."

Chase snorted, but allowed himself to be dragged into and through the abode. He supposed that even if Jack's mother didn't take a shining to him, at least he would have Danielle in his corner.

They made their way into what Chase assumed was called the sitting room and took their seats together on one of the couches; Danielle at one end of the couch, Chase in the middle, and Jack on the other end.

"Where exactly is Mrs. Spicer today?" Chase asked a bit sarcastically to the old woman.

Before the woman could properly answer, there was the sound of clicking heels and a voice yelling, "Oh! Oh! You're here! I'm coming!"

Chase turned his attention to the archway in the room. Standing there was a middle-aged woman, Chase guessed that she was somewhere in her thirties, with strawberry blond hair wrapped up tightly in a bun. He paid no attention to her apparel, barely registering that she was wearing some sort of dress as she walked carefully down the steps.

"Oh, Danielle! Why didn't you tell me that they were here?" Charlotte Spicer was muttering as she made her way over to where the three were.

"Well, that would have ruined the surprise," the old crone replied with a smirk as the small group stood up to properly greet her.

However, Charlotte was hardly paying any attention to Jack's grandmother, but rather Jack himself. "Jackie!" she exclaimed, rushing over to him, or at least as fast as she could bearing in mind that she was wearing heels. She wrapped her arms around him in what Chase supposed could be considered a hug, but it looked far too forced to seriously pass for one. Jack allowed the woman to touch him, but made absolutely no effort to return the gesture.

"Hey, ma. How are you?" the teen inquired, but his tone indicated he wasn't really all that interested.

"Oh, just fine, dear," Charlotte said with a wave of her hand after she removed herself from him. She then turned to Chase and her face contorted into that of…well, Chase couldn't exactly tell if it was good or bad.

"And you are-"

"Chase," he introduced himself, holding out his hand to her, feeling the inkling that she wouldn't be as welcoming or touchy-feely as Danielle. "Chase Young, Mrs. Spicer. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

The woman accepted the handshake, but using only the tips of her fingers to shake his hand and removing it as quickly as possible from his grip. She moved away to seat herself in an armchair opposite of the couch. The three plopped back down as Charlotte began…well, Chase would later call it "interrogating".

"So…Chase. What exactly is it that you…do?" the strawberry blond woman asked curiously.

Chase opened his mouth to give some sort of answer, but was interrupted by his consort. "Ma, I already told you what Chase does."

Charlotte Spicer cleared her throat and straightened herself up on the couch she was seated upon. "Yes, dear, I know you briefly discussed it with me, but…"

"But what?" Jack pressed, narrowing his eyes.

Sensing the awful tension in the room, Chase stealthily placed his hand over Jack's, squeezing it slightly. The goth didn't look at his master, but visibly softened at this gesture.

"Well, it's just…you mentioned that he was…a dragon."

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, sweetie, he doesn't look anything like a dragon."

"That's because he's not showing his true form now, ma."

Chase flicked his eyes over to Danielle Spicer, who smirked at him and he couldn't help but smirk back.

It seemed that Charlotte was turning out to be not only naïve to the world of magic, but an insufferable know-it-all, who, coincidentally, knew nothing. Danielle, on the other hand, amused him. From the name, she was Jack's father's mother, which made so much sense, seeing as she was absolutely nothing like Charlotte.

He leaned over as the mother and son continued to bicker and asked in a whisper, "Do they normally converse in this manner?"

"More or less," Danielle answered, "Although, there is usually more swearing on my grandson's part."

Chase chuckled lightly. "I have absolutely no trouble believing that statement."

"Heh, well, that just proves Jackie hasn't changed," the old woman commented. "Always screaming and causing some sort of ruckus."

The Heylin prince nodded in agreement. "I will admit, ever since he became my apprentice, he has learned how to control much of his anger, but he still has a tendency to backslide, it seems."

"He'll eventually get his head out of his ass and get serious," Danielle said nonchalantly with a hand-wave.

Chase smiled broadly at her. He liked this woman. It fascinated him how a woman as old as this could casually spew such foul language and be perfectly okay with her only grandson having an evil dragonlord for a boyfriend.

It made him feel strangely welcomed and accepted.

He turned back to his lover and Charlotte, who both looked a bit…displeased with one another.

"I simply don't understand how you can live in a place full of wild animals. It is just not done."

Jack sighed roughly. "Mom, I told you. They aren't wild animals. They are warriors that Chase transformed into cats. They can change into their human forms without a problem. They're basically servants, like you have, except they don't get paid."

Charlotte turned her head slightly to Chase. "You mean to tell me that you keep slaves in your home?"

Deciding that it would be best to take control of the argument, Chase explained, "Mrs. Spicer, my warriors are treated very well and I have never once punished them in a harsh or unfit way. In fact, I treat many of them as though they were my own family. Trust me, they are quite content."

The middle-aged woman made a small noise in her throat, but said nothing in reply. Instead, she turned back to Jack and asked, "Now about this 'dragon' business you mentioned…"

"Ma, it's not that hard. Chase has two forms; his human form and his dragon form. Right now he is in his human form because his dragon form is a little scary to some strangers. Be thankful that he is in this form."

The woman stared at her son for a moment before asking in a calm, almost eerie voice, "Dearie? May I speak to you in private?"

Jack looked ready to protest, but Chase squeezed his hand again and this time, Jack looked at him. Using only their eyes as communication with a dash of magic, courtesy of Chase Young, the following conversation ensued.

"Jack, you need to relax."

"RELAX?! How can I relax when she's acting like a total bitch?! She won't listen-"

"She has not seen my power. Neither is she as understanding or as loving as you are toward me. You cannot expect her to be automatically okay with this."

Jack sighed and looked down for a moment before glancing back up at his lover.

"…what do you want me to do, then?"

"Play her little game. Talk to her. Scream at her if need be. If she still will not listen to reason, simply say the word and we shall be gone in a heartbeat."

"Jack? Did you hear what I asked?" Charlotte spoke up irritably.

"Yeah, ma. I heard you. We can go talk in the kitchen." And with that Jack stood up along with his mother.

The middle-aged woman trotted into the kitchen and before he followed her, Jack squeezed Chase's hand one last time. The dragonlord watched the two leave and turned his attention back to Jack's grandmother, who was shaking her head.

"Those two are never going to agree," the old woman stated simply.

Chase exhaled and nodded. "I know."

The two stayed seated together and talked for a few more minutes before Chase heard a sound that made his eyes widen.

Jack was screaming.

Immediately, he shot up from his seat and ran into the kitchen to see Charlotte backing her son into a corner and glaring viciously at him. At Chase's appearance, she turned her head to glare at him with the same intensity. "You are both completely insane. Thinking that you are a dragon. What nonsense! I'll have you both committed for believing such hallucinations! I don't care how rich you are; you are clearly insane and you've corrupted my son!"

For a moment, Chase wasn't entirely sure what to do. Jack had told him earlier that he wasn't allowed to kill his mother or grandmother, even if things got a little out of hand.

However, his mate was being threatened.

The moment of uncertainty quickly passed and Chase gave into the bubbling rage inside of him. His bones began to grow longer and twisted themselves into different shapes. His nose and mouth pushed themselves out into a long, striped snout and his fangs grew even sharper as he bared his now razor-like teeth. His eyes were still locked on Mrs. Spicer, but he could feel his thick tail thrashing wildly behind him and his skin was now its sickly green and scaly color.

Charlotte Spicer's eyes grew as large as saucers and she made to run, but Chase cornered her. The woman fell to the ground, her back pressed up against one of the walls of the kitchen and she covered her mouth with her hands in silent shock.

The dragon loomed above her, growling menacingly and made to strike, but was stopped by his beloved's voice.

"Chase! Don't!"

The overlord glanced over at his mate, who still looked angry and horrified at his mother's attitude, but his eyes were pleading for Chase not to harm her. The immortal dragon didn't understand why he could not simply slaughter her and be done with it, as he'd done many times before with other inferiors, but grudgingly obeyed his consort.

He turned back to the woman and growled lowly in his slightly distorted voice, "Still think we're crazy?"

After a moment of processing this statement, Charlotte shook her head furiously, but her eyes stayed locked on Chase's as if the second she looked away he would murder her.

"Don't ever threaten my mate or me again," he hissed at her. "Your son has forbidden me to kill you, so I would be grateful to him that you are still breathing and not a pile of shredded flesh and bone."

The woman gave no response besides shivering in terror at the mental image. He huffed in her face and rose to his full height as he reverted back to his human form. He idly noticed Danielle standing in the doorway, her eyes a bit wide, but other than that, looked completely calm.

He turned his head to his consort and motioned for him to come near him. Without hesitation, Jack was at his side, hugging the man's arm against his chest and staring at him pointedly. Chase nodded in silent understanding and made to leave.

He paused and gave Danielle a firm handshake as he smiled charmingly to her. "It was truly a pleasure to meet you, Danielle. I sincerely hope we meet again soon."

The old crone smiled back at him and replied, "So do I."

Jack gave a small smile at the display. "Bye, Granny. Maybe we'll have you over for dinner or something."

"I'd be open to that."

Chase made ready to teleport back to the citadel, but couldn't help his desire to glance back at Charlotte, who was struggling to get back to her feet. He kept his charming smile and rumbled, "Have a nice day, Mrs. Spicer. Perhaps the next time we encounter each other, we will have a better understanding of one another, yes?"

The woman still gave no reply, her eyes wide as she hugged herself in fear.

He nodded to her as if she had made an actual reply and immediately teleported his lover and himself back home.

7. Kiss

Chase Young had never been kissed.

He'd had "lovers" before, of course, to satisfy his sexual needs but there were never any sweet touches or words of devotion. He would find someone whom he wanted to have sex with and made sure that the person in question would have no problem having sex with him (since he abhorred the idea of rape, finding it to be a low and disgusting act). Once the deed was done, the person would either be disposed of, depending on their attitude towards him, or he'd throw them out and never see them again.

In the many years he'd roamed the Earth, his lips had never met another's, feeling the action to symbolize intimacy. He'd played with the idea of trying to find someone whom he could share that feeling of love and loyalty with, but something that extreme required honesty. Chase could be honest when he wanted to be, but he wasn't sure if he could be able to trust another person like that. Make himself almost vulnerable to them.

Then, Jack Spicer happened.

That stupid fool was always there to mess things up, whether he ended up being of help to the situation or not. Chase had come to terms with not searching for love in another person a long time ago, but then that annoying, little insect had managed to stealthily worm his way past the elder man's defenses.

Chase had taken him as a lover, finding his body to much more attractive now that he was older, not to mention a bit wiser. It had completely shocked the dragonlord to find out that Jack was willing to do practically anything for him, whether it was in bed or elsewhere.

He recalled the red-head presenting himself to the warlord on the bed as Chase was balancing on top of him. He remembered the young man simply staring at him—not in a creepy or concerned way, but in a look of simple adoration. As Chase stripped him and touched his body, Jack completely submitted to the warlord, allowing him to do as he pleased, even making a point of giving him full permission when Chase asked.

Never before had a lover put his pleasure first! They were always so demanding to him, having the gall to order him to do certain things and berating him if he didn't follow through.

Sure enough, Jack, despite being inexperienced, gave Chase as much pleasure as he could during their bedroom romp. Afterwards, they both laid panting and sweaty on their backs atop the mattress.

Chase glanced over at the younger man, who had his eyes shut tightly, but with a small, cute smile was spread across his face. Jack opened his ruby eyes and met Chase's gaze. His smile broadened significantly as he inquired breathlessly, "So…how was it?"

The warlord stared intently at his bed-partner for a few minutes, thinking about what all this really meant to him, if it meant anything, when the grin slowly disappeared from Jack's pale face.

"Was it…that bad?" the evil genius asked, looking downtrodden.

Chase blinked wildly at him in actual shock.

BAD?! That was quite possibly the best sex he'd had in years! Maybe his whole life if he really thought long and hard about it. The part that was even more shocking was Jack's almost desperate and true need to please him. The dragonlord slowly realized that while Jack had certainly enjoyed the sex, the goth knew that Chase loved to dominate and during their fornicating, never tried to take control. Perhaps later in the relationship Chase would enjoy it if Jack took the initiative every now and again, but for now, giving the overlord exactly what his animalistic instincts needed in a sex-partner was perfect.

At that moment, Chase quickly reached the conclusion that Jack was not only a thorough, passionate, and devoted lover, but his body contrasted nicely with Chase's own and, seeing as Jack was technically an evil genius, could prove to be a useful ally to him.

An ally he could actually trust not to try and overthrow him.

Then, Chase finally made his decision. He reached over, grabbed a handful of red hair on the back of Jack's head, and pressed his lips against the goth's. Jack of course, responded eagerly, reaching up to tangle his fingers in the elder man's hair. Chase made a sound in his throat that sounded halfway between a growl and a purr, indicating that he was very much enjoying this.

Chase found that he rather liked the taste of Jack and something inside him was quite glad that he'd never kissed anyone before Jack Spicer. It was more…special, that way.

8. Stars

"That one reminds me of a fighting spear."

"Huh, that one kind of looks like a rabbit."

"The one right over there resembles a wildebeest."

"Ooh, and that one looks like a DNA sample!" Jack snorted at the vision, earning him a weird look from his master. Once Jack ceased in his mirth, he mentioned idly, "I've never done this before."

Chase tilted his head to the side. The two were lying on their backs side-by-side in a serene field, talking about what each collection of stars in the night sky looked like to them, similar to how most people did with clouds. "Never?"

Jack shook his head, still staring up at the night sky with a dopey grin on his face.

"My father and I used to do this all the time before I was sent to the temple."

In was Jack's turn to glance at his lover in surprise. "Really?"

Chase nodded. "He told me that all the great rulers of the world are looking down on us from those stars."

There was a pause.

"…so, a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us?" Jack asked.

Slowly, Chase and Jack turned their heads to look at each other. For a moment, Jack wasn't entirely sure if he should have made such a disrespectful comment-

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Chase uncharacteristically began to laugh out loud, causing Jack to jump in shock, but he quickly recovered and began laughing himself until soon the two were both giggling like idiots.

9. Fangs

Jack moaned loudly as Chase wrapped his powerful arms around him, grabbing onto the back of Jack's head and tilting it back so that he could properly assault his mouth. Jack returned the favor by wrapping his hands around Chase's neck, allowing the man to do whatever the hell he wanted-

"Ouch!" Jack yelped and pulled away from the elder man's mouth. He flicked his tongue out against his bottom lip and tasted his own blood. "Damn, Chase, do you have to bite so hard?"

Chase was still holding the evil genius tightly in his arms, his eyes greedily roaming down the goth's body. "I'm sorry, Jack. I'm afraid I get a little…riled whenever I don't see you for such a long amount of time."

"You're telling me that every time I come back from a stupid family vacation you're gonna attack me like this?"

"What can I say, mate? The citadel just isn't the same without you."

Jack found himself being strangely touched by the statement and opened his mouth to reply, but Chase's mouth kept him from talking.

Not that he had too much of a problem with that, just as long as Chase didn't forget how damn sharp his fangs were.

10. Tag

Jack glanced around wildly, his eyes darting this way and that. From high up in the air, he'd assumed he'd have the advantage, since he had his secret weapon, but so far, he wasn't able to make use of his new invention.

As the goth stayed in mid-air with the use of his heli-pack, from one of the mountains surrounding the area, he was unknowingly being watched by a pair of golden eyes that were hidden by the darkness of the cavern.

Ever so slowly, his opponent began to creep out, moving his body with the same predator-like movement of a tiger, simply waiting for the right moment to make his move. The red-head's back finally positioned itself in front of him and the dragon grinned darkly.

He pounced.

Luckily, Jack was improving on how to use his own tiger-like instincts and felt Chase's presence about two seconds before the man touched him. Jack's thumb was already slightly raised over a button that was sewed into one of the straps of his heli-pack. Before the warlord even had a chance to initiate contact between the both of them, Jack pressed the button, finally activating his latest invention.

From the bottom of his shoes, a powerful, driving heat erupted and shot out, pushing himself forward as he turned his body around to ram right into his master. He made instant contact and internally felt a thrill of pride and joy at Chase's expression of confusion. The dragonlord barely had any time to think as they shot towards a nearby ledge on one of the mountains and slammed into the portion of rock.

Chase crash-landed hard on his back with Jack on top of him. The evil genius had already turned off his new rocket boots before they landed, so that they wouldn't totally injure themselves.

Jack coughed a little from the cloud of dust and glanced down at his lover, who gave a little sneeze because of the dirt. The goth grinned triumphantly and booped the elder man on the nose with his index finger.

"Tag. You're it."

Chase coughed up a little more dust and glared irritably at his mate. "You cheated."

"We're evil, remember? I can do that."

A/N: Hooray, it's the next chapter!

Tension: Originally, this was going to be a one-shot, but it was just a little too short for my taste, so I just threw it in here. By the way, I wish I had Jack's grandma. X3 You what I think she would look like? From the cartoon version of the Addams Family, I think she would look like the Grandma. Dunno why, but that's just how I envision her.

Kiss: No comment, actually.

Stars: Yeah, yeah, everybody knows that I'm ripping off both Lion King movies. But, c'mon, how could I leave this out? Chase is Kovu! I had to make a connection without turning them into lions. Why not? Because I'm too lazy.

Fangs: Chase has issues with self-control. XD I don't think Jack minds as much as he says he does.

Tag: I actually got this idea from watching How To Train Your Dragon...don't ask. X)

Not sure when the next one will be out, seeing as I only have like one completely done and only like two which I've barely worked on. Blegh. In other news, I am currently participating in the 30 day OTP challenge. Totally not done yet, but I have like ten out of the thirty days done, so that's good, right? Sayonara! Review if you wish! Thanks for reading!