Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown or any of its characters, nor do I make any profit or attempt to with the writing of this or any of my other pieces.
Warnings: Actually just homosexuality in this chapter, nothing else really that bad.
Chase pulled away from the kiss quickly. "What the hell-?!" He scrambled off the bed, rushing to the source of the noise.
Jack jumped out of the bed quickly following behind Chase. The two rushed into the next room, both halting at the sight of the monks, who had armfuls of Shen Gong Wu in their hands that Jack knew for a fact belonged to Chase. The four of them were currently arguing about something they'd broken and how they had to keep quiet lest Chase hear them.
"Well, that didn't work out according to plan," Jack thought bitterly. "Ahem," he cleared his throat aloud to get their attention.
A low, angry growl sounded in Chase's throat. "Young monks. You have three seconds to explain why you have broken into my house and are stealing my Shen Gong Wu."
"Chase Young! Your reign of terror is over!" Omi declared, putting the Wu down and taking a fighting stance.
"Three..." Chase also took a fighting stance, shifting his center of gravity lower towards the ground.
Jack grinned evilly, already participating the outcome.
"Two..." he said, narrowing his red eyes.
"One."
While Chase's jungle cats procured the Wu from the other monks, Chase and Omi launched at one another in combat. In mere minutes, Chase pinned Omi to the floor.
"Time is up, little monk."
Omi stared up at the Heylin prince, absolutely terrified, trying to figure out how to get out of this situation that he had led himself and his friends into. He turned his head to the side to see Jack leaning against one of the columns, watching the scene with amusement.
"Jack Spicer, why are you here?" the Dragon of Water asked incredulously.
Jack blinked and looked at Chase unsure of how to answer.
"Jack Spicer is my apprentice," Chase murmured lowly. He didn't want the monks to find out that Jack was his lover, at least not until Jack was stronger. He didn't want to think about what some of them would do to use Jack to get to Chase, or vice versa.
Omi furrowed his brow, obviously confused by this statement, but before he could say anything, Jack stepped towards them.
"I think you'd better leave, Omi. Before Chase loses his patience."
Omi was surprised by Jack's eloquent choice of words and the fact that he didn't call Omi any names like he normally did. However, Omi saw the death stare that Chase was giving him and decided that the redheaded boy was correct. The young monk tried to wriggle out of Chase's grip.
Chase slowly released Omi from his choke-hold and stood up. "You will leave now, unless you want to provide my cats with an early dinner and my apprentice and me a show."
Omi immediately stood up and motioned for the other monks to follow him out the door. Dojo poked his head out from Clay's hat.
"I told you kids that this was a stupid idea." the green dragon said.
"It sure was," Jack agreed as the monks left.
Chase snarled at the monks as they left, picking up the Wu and putting them back into the vault where he kept them. "Foolish monks..." He muttered savagely, sealing up the vault, turning around to face Jack. "Sorry about that, Jack. I didn't expect for the monks to barge in."
"Please," Jack scoffed, "It's not your fault those losers decided to come. Y'know, I honestly find it shocking that they would actually steal like that from you. They always scolded me whenever I stole Wu from them. Talk about hypocritical."
As Jack said these words, he put his arm around Chase's neck and led them down one of the hallways, not really paying any attention to where they were going.
"Indeed." Chase frowned as he guided Jack back to his room. "I'm going to have to tighten security around here...are you willing to help me with your brilliant Jack-bots?"
Jack's eyes immediately brightened.
"R-really? You want MY Jack-bot's?" the evil genius asked excitedly.
"Well, sure. You're the only person I know that makes them." Chase raised an eyebrow.
"Wow. It's just, this is so cool!" Jack said flopping down on the bed.
Chase had not only asked for Jack's help, but had called his Jack-bot's brilliant. He remembered how Wuya and countless others had told him how ridiculous and useless his Jack-bot's were. Chase was the first one to ever actually compliment them.
"You really think they're brilliant?" Jack asked anxiously, sitting up.
"Of course. You've improved on them greatly, and now they're actually useful machines," Chase said with a nod. "They've helped you along in your quest for evil."
Jack's grin seemed to grow even wider.
"Well, if I'm going to make some new guards for you, I'm going to need my own lab," he decided, "Where can I build one here?"
"There should be room in the citadel," Chase mused. "Would you like to see it?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jack said nodding ecstatically.
He knew that he was acting like a complete dork, but he felt so...happy. It was sort of like that giddy happiness that people got when someone faved a drawing of yours on DeviantArt or reviewed your story on FanFiction. Especially when someone who was greatly respected complimented you on your work. Like Chase Young, Evil Heylin Badass.
Chase chuckled, finding Jack's eagerness adorable. He was pleased to see that Jack's affections for him hadn't diminished with age-rather, they had grown and improved as he matured, much like a fine wine. Speaking of wine, Chase felt like he had just drank a whole bottle of the finest liquor he had in his cellar as his golden eyes followed Jack as the goth expressed his enthusiasm. Such attitude was hard to find in an apprentice, and Chase looked forward to reaping the benefits.
Jack leaped up from the bed, grabbing onto Chase's hand and led them out the doorway.
"C'mon, show me where it is!" he said.
"Very well, then." Laughing good-naturedly, Chase squeezed Jack's hand gently before leading him through the citadel.
Jack was led through a series of passages, marveling at the numerous paintings that were hung on the walls, as well as the beautiful, smooth columns.
"Chase, how the heck did you even build this place?" Jack asked the dragon lord curiously.
"Time and magic," Chase answered. "And a bit of money, as well." He went down a set of steps to the citadel, standing aside so Jack could evaluate it for himself. "Well, what do you think of it?"
"Whoa," Jack said dumbfounded.
The room was something similar to that of a cave, with its arches and the absence of light. However, the temperature in the room had a strange, yet wonderful feeling of warmth, that was completely opposite from the cold basement at Jack's house. The ceiling seemed to stretch high and walls were wide enough that Jack could tell that there would be plenty of places to put tables, robots, tools, and countless other bits of machinery that he might need.
"Kickass," Jack said still staring at the room with wonder.
Chase laughed at Jack's astounded face. "I take it that you're impressed?"
He paced the room, imagining Jack crouched over a desk, robot designs on the walls and parts on shelves. Yes, Jack would fit in well here.
"Uh-huh," Jack said walking beside his lover, smiling at the size of the room, lost in his own imagination.
Then, a thought occurred to him. "Hey, where am I going to get the furniture and supplies I need for this room?" he asked himself out loud, "I can probably go somewhere and buy the essentials."
"No problem; I'll help you take care of it." As Jack passed him, Chase grabbed the redheaded goth around the waist and pulled him closer, hugging him tightly.
Jack squeaked a little, but half-closed his eyes, staring at Chase warmly through half-lidded eyes.
"Thanks," Jack said as he kissed Chase on the cheek sweetly.
"You're welcome," Chase murmured, nuzzling into Jack's neck. The goth felt...warm. Warm and soft. And he smelled good, too: Chase detected a bit of motor oil and the smell of chocolate pudding, also metal and something of Jack's own personal musk. While others might find the mixture repulsive, Chase found it divine.
As Chase nuzzled and breathed against his neck, Jack took the opportunity to take in Chase's scent. It smelled almost exotic, like fresh, tropical fruits. Someone else might have mistaken this for some kind of shampoo that was created to smell like that, but Jack remembered when they had kissed how it had tasted exactly the same. The scent was so heavenly that Jack couldn't help but press his nose against Chase's hair, just to smell the sweetness of his master.
"Mmm..." Chase nuzzled into Jack more, kissing his cheek and jaw-line softly, nipping here and there occasionally.
Jack gasped a bit, tightening his grip on Chase's shoulders. He bared his neck slightly to give the warlord more skin, relishing in the act of being touched so lovingly. Chase purred lowly at the act, bending down to take in more of Jack's pale skin, nuzzling and occasionally kissing the expanse of ivory he found there. Jack managed to pull his lover even closer, one hand stroking Chase's hair, the other reaching down to rub the man's thigh.
Jack now had his eyes closed, acting on only his instincts. He felt like the room was spinning around him.
Chase grunted softly, his thigh jerking slightly in response to Jack's touches. "Jack..."
"Chase..." Jack murmured softly, nuzzling against Chase's head.
Chase hesitated at first before pulling Jack into a long, searing kiss.
At this point, Jack had lost count of how many times Chase and he had kissed. Each one was wonderful and reminded him that none of this was a dream. This one, however, seemed to give all the other kisses a run for their money.
Jack felt as though something in his brain had exploded or, at the very least, short-circuited. He felt his knees go weak and probably would have fallen to the ground had Chase not been holding him.
Chase pulled away slightly before softly whispering, "I love you", against Jack's lips.
Jack slightly smiled at hearing these words and pressed his forehead against Chase's, looking into his golden eyes for the second time that day.
"I love you, too," the redheaded genius confessed.
Chase felt his heart jump in his chest and do a little dance. No-a big dance, complete with back-up singers and cheerleaders with pompoms. Words faded to dust on his tongue, and he simply held Jack tighter in his arms, burying his nose in Jack's shoulder, truly content for the first time in years.
Jack blinked, a little confused by Chase's actions, but nonetheless pressed his nose against Chase's hair again, feeling as content as his master was. He resumed stroking Chase's hair, humming softly.
Chase nuzzled into Jack's neck softly before hearing his stomach growl. "...Oops." He pulled away laughing nervously, a sheepish grin on his face. "Sorry about that, I've been neglecting my regimen of Lao Mang Long."
Jack chuckled softly and put his arm around Chase's waist, as he led his lover up the stairs.
"Hey, you gotta do, what you gotta do," Jack said in an understanding voice, "I'm kinda hungry, too. What do you have to eat around here, anyways?"
"Everything, more or less," Chase said with a simple shrug. "Or at least, whatever I want."
Being an immortal warlord meant that Chase had a learned palate: he traveled the world finding the most perfect of delicacies for his picky stomach. If Chase had tried it and liked it, then it would be on hand for him to eat.
"Cool," Jack said, pulling the warlord further down the hallway, "Show me."
Jack's stomach was now growling and he realized that he hadn't eaten anything since lunch the day earlier.
Chase laughed as he and Jack went down the hall. "It sounds like you're pretty hungry, too. Is there anything in particular that you'd like to eat?"
Jack pondered this for a few moments. Then, he slightly smiled and glanced at Chase.
"Got any Ramen?"
"Yes, I do have ramen." Chase smiled as they approached the kitchen. "What kind do you want?"
"Chicken, please." Jack replied, taking a seat at one if the tables in the kitchen.
He folded his hands neatly, feeling a weird sense of pride. Chase Young was actually cooking for him! To be honest, he had never really pictured the dark overlord cooking. It just didn't seem like his area.
"Ramen's a pretty simple dish," Chase murmured as he went about gathering the things he needed. The hell if Jack was going to eat any of that instant shit. The MSG levels alone would kill the redhead instantly! Instead, Chase started making the whole shebang from scratch.
Jack sat in silence for a few minutes as Chase made the dish. Ever so slowly, he got to his feet and walked towards the other man, quietly observing him. He was standing directly behind Chase, peeking over his shoulder. He had never seen Ramen made from scratch and was taking mental notes in case he was ever left to his own devices in the citadel.
"Patience, Jack," Chase teased, poking Jack in the chest. "Your food will be ready soon, I promise."
Jack squeaked in surprise, but stayed where he was, clasping his hands behind him. He laid his chin on Chase's shoulder, still smiling slightly.
Chase chuckled as he boiled the noodles, finding Jack's noises adorable. He started on making the chicken and vegetables to flavor the stock for the soup. "What kind of vegetables would you like in your soup?"
Jack shrugged as his stomach growled again. "Don't care. Anything that's edible."
"All right then." Chase grabbed a bag of fresh mixed vegetables and started chopping them up. "Could you get the chicken? It should be in the freezer."
"'Kay," the man's red-headed companion replied heading over to the freezer.
Jack owned a refrigerator at his own house, complete with a freezer side and a side for the perishables. Chase's freezer was, well, to put it nicely, rather large. It looked to Jack like a vault you might find in a bank. He opened it, pulling with all his might so that the door would open and was introduced to a rush of cold. He felt around the freezer with his hand, too terrified to actually go inside. Surprisingly, the chicken was sitting nearby in some sort of container and he grabbed onto it, pulling it out. He shut the door and made his way back to Chase.
"Here you go," Jack said his teeth still slightly chattering as he walked back to his seat after giving Chase the meat he desired.
Chase took one look at Jack and dropped the vegetables on the counter.
"Jack! You're freezing!" Chase immediately wrapped his arms around the shivering goth to warm him up. "I shouldn't have asked you to go into the freezer..."
"Nah," the goth protested still shivering, "I've f-faced worse than this. Like when that cr-crazy snow monster tried to take over the world and caused everyone to freeze their asses off. T-this is nothin'."
Chase ignored Jack's protests and only held him tighter, rubbing his hands up and down Jack's arms to warm him up. "Go sit down, I'll make your soup quickly so you can get warm." He placed a tender kiss to Jack's hairline.
Jack smiled warmly and once Chase had released him, he went back to his seat. He knew it sounded corny as hell, but Chase's caring nature had warmed him up plenty already.
Chase finished up Jack's ramen quickly, dishing it out into a bowl and putting it in front of the goth. "There you are." Chase patted his shoulder affectionately. "I'll be right back, I just need to fetch my Lao Mang Long soup." he said as he left the kitchen.
A/N: Whazzup?! So, here's another chapter to an ongoing rp between myself :3 and the totally awesome Rhapsody-Shaman.
Me: Jack
Rhap: Chase
Yes, other characters exist! Isn't it shocking! In case anybody was wondering about anything that the other characters say, we share those parts. Next chapter, we'll get more into Jack's beatings- I mean, lessons from Chase. Hehehe...yeah. R&R plz!