Disclaimer: I do not and probably never will own Xiaolin Showdown. If I did Chase would be with Jack and Clay would be with Raimundo.

Warning: Yaoi, male on male get over it. Sorry there is some OOC on Chase's part, but I find it to be an improvement. Also just a quick tidbit for those of you who don't know me as a writer I tend to change points of view per each chapter unless I decide not to so expect different points of view.

'Chase's thoughts'

Dragon

Bitter Taste

The Dragon Prince of Darkness silently entered Jack's abode in search of the genius. The male's confession had intrigued him to say the least, but there had also been something in his crimson eyes that disturbed him. Normally the boy would constantly fumble around and repeatedly announce his undying devotion to Chase. Of course Chase knew of his infatuation yet there was something about the confession that seemed so unlike Jack, so final.

Chase had wanted to do nothing more than ignore the odd sensation that swept through him when Jack turned away and left his palace, but his inner dragon would have none of that.

Go after him. The dragon growled.

Chase remained firmly planted in his seat staring at the door Jack had exited only minutes ago. 'No.' Was his irritated response. 'I will not go after that fumbling idiot after such an… awkward confession to put it mildly. It would do neither of us good.'

We both know that isn't true, stop trying to fool yourself. I am in your mind I know all your twisted secrets, all your sick little fantasies, those rather interesting dreams you have of that poor oblivious fool that you block out each morning so that you can try and convince yourself you feel nothing. The reptilian creature could feel the barely contained rage Chase was experiencing at his words.

'That is not true.' Chase snarled his golden eyes narrowed into slits.

If that is indeed true then why did you not reject said fool when he told you of his love? The dragon questioned.

Chase balled his hands into fist, he could feel the dragon's smirk as he spoke. 'So be it.' He replied stiffly. 'I will go after him and make it excruciatingly clear to both you and him that there is nothing and never will be any sort of relationship between he and I.'

We shall see, but I have a feeling that you will find yourself in over your head. The dragon said mysteriously before disappearing into the confines of his mind.

Chase returned to the present and called out for the pale mortal, "Spicer." He growled in irritation. No one appeared or answered him. His Jack-bots did not move in to confront him as they normally would have when an intruder entered their master's home, including one at such a high maximum threat level. Unbeknownst to him Jack had off lined them so that no one else could use his babies for anything other than their intended purpose, serving him.

With a scowl Chase made his way down into the albino's infamous lab. A familiar scent of copper wafted towards his sensitive nose. He quickened his pace only to stop dead in his tracks at the scene before him. His normally harsh golden eyes widened at the sight of Jack's blood soaked form before him. The dragon within him stirred at the scent of the albino's blood, he fought it back for the moment.

Chase quickly made his way over to the crimson haired male. "Jack," he called softly silently hoping that the male would respond, his pulse quickened when he did not. He stepped into the puddle of blood that had formed on the floor surrounding the genius's chair. He noted that the mechanic's porcelain white skin had taken on that of a sickly gray color, his glazed over eyes half-lidded as if unsure whether or not to stay open.

The elder male felt his mouth dry at the dying spark of life in Spicer's hazy garnet eyes. The male was not dead yet he realized, his hopes instantly soaring. He carefully pulled the red head out of his chair slipping one arm behind his head and the other underneath his knees. Holding the dying male close to his chest he teleported him to his bedroom with a determined growl.

He placed the younger male onto his bed carefully making sure not to jar his injured arm. A soft whine made its way through his throat when he saw the spark gone from the once so bright eyes. His cats made their way into their master room waiting for him to regain control of his feelings. Once he found himself Chase gave a silent command to retrieve bandages for Jack's wounds ignoring the fact that he could no longer feel Jack's pulse.

Once he had gotten Jack's arm bandaged up he crawled in next to him ignoring the blood that had hardened on his black silken sheets. He pulled the albino's body up to him placing Jack's head atop his chest and began stroking the wild red strands softly. He released his distressed dragon unable to hold it in any longer.

As the days went on the halls of his palace held a deep gloom that could be felt and affect any that entered. His cats steered clear of their master on the rare occasion that he left his room. The smallest noise could send him into a violent tantrum that had his walls destroyed and his once most precious ancient artifacts littering the ground in shards. His floor had holes everywhere, the sizes varying from that of dents to small craters.

The dragon within him made no mention of what had occurred and left the male in peace knowing he did not need the extra voice in his head blaming him for Jack's affair with a dangerous weapon. The dragon did make sure to continue checking up on the Chase and Jack to make sure that nothing bad happen to either of them. Chase had been spending less and less time meditating and more time in bed staring blankly at Jack's gaunt face. The armor clad male felt like he was slowly going insane, unable to hear the mechanic's voice declaring his loyalty and begging to become his apprentice or seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes when Jack had come up with an especially devious invention.

On the worst of days he was forced to leave the younger males side to keep the more powerful wu's out of the monks hands. Should a showdown be called Chase found it nearly impossible to control his inner dragon that only wished to be beside the albino.

On one of these wretched days Raimundo had made a comment that had Chase seeing red and his inner dragon demanding blood.

After defeating the monks swiftly and rather ruthlessly Kimiko groaned softly, "I think I liked it better when we only had to fight Jack." She rubbed her sore neck that had been harmed in the fight. Chase decided to say and listen to their conversation to hear what they had to say about the albino.

Omi nodded his bald head in agreement. "Yes it was much simpler to give his tush a beating."

The three Xiaolin monks cringed at Omi's butcher of slang which technically is the butcher of their language. "Its to give him a butt whooping" Kimiko corrected with a sigh, though she wasn't sure why she bothered seeing as he never listened anyway.

"Yes that to." He said brightly.

Chase was about to teleport away to return to Jack when Raimundo grumbled, "Well I'm personally glad that, that annoying 'genius' is gone. He only ever got in the way." He scoffed. "Its about time that he finally decided to go drop dead."

"Now that ain' very kind of ya to say part'nr." Clay reprimanded. "He may have been a screeching monkey over a pen of pigs tryin' to enjoy their mud, but ya shouldn't say he should be dead neither."

"I agree with Clay." Kimiko said. "Although I have no idea what the monkey thing was about," she added underneath her breathe.

Omi sighed, "I am sure that your opinion would be much changed if he would only turn to the good side. He has the potential for good he just does not know of it yet. I am sure when he is at his lowest we can overcome the darkness in his heart and show him the light." Omi finished with a huge grin. The others smiled at the littlest ones' kind heart. He truly did believe that given the chance Spicer had the chance to do good.

Raimundo looked like he was about to apologize, but a gloved hand took hold of his neck lifting him off the ground. He made a soft gurgled noise eyes wide with unmasked fear. Chase glared down at him and if looks could kill Raimundo was sure that he would have been killed a thousand times over each time worse then the next. Chase then turned to Omi his golden gave sending shivers down the boys' spine. "Jack will never belong to your pathetic group for he is mine."

Clay made a move towards Raimundo, but before he could do anything Chase had flung the boy away from him. The monks stood there mouths agape watching in horror as their friend met the ground with an disturbing crunch. When he rolled to a stop they raced to their unmoving friend. When they looked up Chase was gone leaving them with many unanswered questions.

When Chase returned to his home he was livid with the monks all of them. They constantly had called Jack a failure, mocking him in his attempts to become evil. He went to the nearest wall and punched it creating an instant hole the debris flying all around him. He wouldn't even allow himself to think of all the terribly cruel abuse he had put Jack through. He knew that he was the foremost reason that Jack had harmed himself. He mentally, physically, and verbally abused the boy yet despite everything Chase had done to the teen he had kept coming back until he could finally take no more.

One of his cats carefully entered the lobby making sure to stay as far away as possible from his master as to not become a victim of his rage. He silently informed Chase that Wuya was currently in his home trying to get into his bedroom that other cats were protecting. Chase may not have told them to but they were guarding the male inside from any potential dangers including Wuya. Especially Wuya there was no telling what the witch would should she find the defenseless boy in Chase's bed.

Chase charged through the halls stopping when he saw Wuya trying to sweet talk his servants into letting her through. "Come on." She cooed. "I just want to give your master a much needed surprise." They remained where they were as still as statues. "Come on you flea bitten felines." She snarled angrily.

They tensed at the sound of their masters voice. "I don't think any of us wish to see what kind of surprise you wish to prepare within my bed chambers." He said coolly revealing himself to the sorceress. They bent down on their hind legs ready to attack the insistent female should their master give the order.

She stiffened in surprise, "Chase I thought you'd be home a little latter." She said sweetly.

His face remained uncaring, "Leave." He commanded. "I am not in the mood for your silly antics today." She hesitated for a moment. "Go!" He roared. "Or I shall make you a play toy for my pets." She made a small noise before quickly disappearing.

His cats quickly stepped out of the way as he made his way forward into his room. He paused in the doorway, "If you catch her scent anywhere around here alert me immediately I have tired of her games." He walked through and shut the door behind him leaving his cats behind to worry about their masters state of mind.

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To be continued.

A/N: I know harsh, but it'll get better I swear… There shall be yaoi loving!

Also a huge thanks to TheZombieMinion and Seiferre Quintesce for reviewing I really appreciate it.