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. I also don't own any of these songs. I also do not own the two movies I am ripping off in this either.
Warning: Homosexuality, language, and mild violence.
You Found Me by Kelly Clarkson
Chase tried to move his body, but to no avail. In his weakened state, his armor felt heavier than usual. At the bottom of the canyon that he'd fallen into, the dragon man sighed lightly. His magic and physical strength were, at the moment, inaccessible, so there was no way to teleport out of here. He knew the others must have seen him fall, but no one had come. Not even to taunt him about his misfortune.
Honestly, he felt a little insulted.
Suddenly, he detected movement. He immediately recognized who it was. The way the feet tripped over each other, along with the heavy, uncoordinated footfalls.
"Spicer."
Chase couldn't think of a particularly good reason for that insect to even bother with him. He had assumed that Jack had run away after the battle was over like he normally did, the useless worm.
Out of the corner of his eye, he finally caught sight of the boy. The black coat and the white face against the brown of the canyon walls were hard to miss. The goth scuffled over to Chase's side, shaking him.
"Chase, can you hear me?"
"Of course I can hear you, insect."
If Jack was offended by this usual insult, he didn't show it. "Can you see everything, too? Is anything blurry?"
"From far away it is. Unfortunately, I can see you perfectly."
"Good," Jack said and began to remove Chase's armor.
"What are you doing?!" Chase shouted angrily.
"Your armor is too heavy for me to carry all the way to the top," Jack explained idly, still removing the pieces, "My heli-pack can probably hold both of us, but your armor is like an extra person."
Chase blinked at him, confused. "Why?"
Jack turned back to him. "Why what?"
"Why are you helping me?"
"Why not?"
Chase blinked his eyes, still completely confused. Once his armor was completely removed, Jack began to lift him up.
"Can you grab onto me?"
Chase begrudgingly gripped onto the teen's jacket tightly, as the other activated his heli-pack. The two flew gracefully out of the canyon and landed on the edge, Jack trying to catch his breath to recover from the extra weight.
"I think I can walk, but I'll need you for leverage." Chase said, wrapping his arm around Jack's shoulder.
Jack put his arm around Chase to steady him. "Ready?"
Chase nodded and they slowly, but surely began to move. For a few minutes, neither of them spoke, until Chase broke the ice.
"Spicer?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you helping me? I have treated you…poorly, for lack of a better term. You owe me nothing."
"I don't know. I guess I just figured that it's about time that I started being loyal to someone so, why not the greatest warrior that's ever lived?"
Chase stared at Jack, amazed. "Well, how do you know that I would even accept you as an ally?"
"Don't you owe me now?"
Chase's normal, stoic look was broken instantly. That was true, wasn't it? Jack had come to find and help him when everyone else could've cared less about his well-being.
Perhaps the boy could be of use to him…
"Yes, Spicer. I believe you are right. What would you say to becoming a permanent house-guest in my citadel as payment for your services?"
Jack glanced back at him, now grinning from ear to ear. "I would say, 'You've got yourself a deal'."
Eternal Flame by The Bangles
"Spicer, come here. I wish to show you something." Chase ordered his consort.
Jack obediently followed him, down into a darker part of the citadel that he'd never seen. He was escorted into a small room that housed a single flame seated on a pedestal. It was small, not much to brag about, but it was crackling silently. Chase glanced at Jack expectantly, waiting for him to say something.
"Umm…neat?" Jack asked Chase, a bit jokingly.
"Spicer, do you know what this flame represents?" his master asked him.
"…I'm gonna go with, no. What does it represent?" Jack inquired.
"My heart," Chase answered.
Jack became completely bewildered. "Your heart? But I thought you had one, y'know, inside you."
"I do, Spicer. This is merely the physical manifestation of it." Chase explained.
"Oh," Jack said, now understanding. He peered at the tiny flame and frowned. "Chase, I don't mean to offend you or anything, but it's kinda, well…small."
"Yes, its light has only just returned."
Jack questioningly looked at his lover, confused.
"Spicer, this flame has not been lit for centuries. It wasn't until you came into my life did it finally come back."
Jack's jaw dropped instinctively. He quickly closed it and eventually stammered out, "Me?!"
"Yes, you," Chase mimicked him, "Our love for each other sparked this flame and everyday it grows slightly stronger."
The evil genius stared at the flame for a few moments and then, turned back to Chase. "Wow…"
Chase cupped Jack's face in his hands and brought their faces closer until their foreheads were touching. Then, he whispered quietly, "Our love and this flame are eternal, my Jack." And with that said, he kissed his mate.
Hopelessly Devoted to You from Grease (performed by Olivia Newton-John)
Jack watched as Chase disappeared with the use of his magic, after a particularly harsh rejection from the man. Jack didn't cry, but his facial expressions were enough to show his heartbreak.
The young, evil genius knew that Chase had little use for him, but Jack had fought to improve himself over the past few months. He had worked ridiculously hard on his robots, using better, stronger metals, so that they could not be so easily destroyed.
He began to work out a little more, as well. Nothing much besides some stretches and lifting a few dumbbells. He tried eating healthier to keep his strength up, too.
He had tried and tried to appease the warlord with these new traits, but Chase had dismissed them carelessly.
Feeling more hurt than he'd ever felt, Jack collapsed to his knees. He held back any tears that fought to come out and bowed his head in silence, breathing heavily.
The boy knew it was pointless. He was aware of how much of a fool he was. He knew that Chase would never really pay attention to him. The man would never look at him impressed or filled with any pride.
But that just didn't matter.
No matter what Chase said, no matter how many times he rejected him, Jack would never stop trying. He was hopelessly devoted to the wicked man and one day he would prove just how devoted he was.
Maybe I'm Amazed by Paul McCartney
Chase cast a glance at his lover, who was seated comfortably on his lap, reading a book.
Jack was an odd creature. He was human, but now immortal thanks to Chase's magic. However, he still acted just as strange as he was since the day Chase had met the boy. Normally, such strangeness angered Chase and sometimes he could become very annoyed by Jack's ridiculous antics.
On the other hand, Jack's peculiar qualities intrigued him. Never had he met someone so full of life and energy. Jack's strong determination, his brilliant mind, and his unique body; Chase still scolded himself for not coming to terms with his feelings sooner.
It amazed him how much he really needed Jack. Before he had met the evil genius, he moved about his daily life without feeling emotionally attached to anyone. Now, he hated it if even for one day he couldn't at least see Jack, talk to him, or even kiss him.
Chase supposed such thoughts and feelings made him soft. A cruel vicious warlord, allowing a silly fool to sit on his lap without showing any sign of fear.
However, Chase did not feel such love towards others; only Jack.
His Jack.
I'll Make Love to You by Boyz II Men
There was absolutely no hesitation on Jack's part when Chase had offered the position of consort to him. The answer came out so quickly he had actually shouted the affirmative in the man's face. Surprisingly, Chase did not become the least bit angry, just a bit startled.
"Six months," Jack thought allowing his mind to wander as he searched for the most recently activated Wu, "Six months I've lived in Chase's citadel. Performed my consortial duties, if not every day, every other day. It's probably a great way for Chase to release all that stress. He never talks about it, but I can tell he always looks more relaxed if we don't fall asleep immediately after."
That was all it seemed like to Jack. A way for Chase to take out his frustrations during their sexual activities. It probably didn't mean anything special to the man. Why should it? Jack counted himself lucky that Chase actually found him attractive enough to engage in such intimate behavior.
Eventually, the youth found the desired object, covered by dried up leaves. He knew the monks were nearby, but now that he had the Wu, all he had to do was find Chase and they could be home in a flash.
Jack scurried through the forest that they'd landed in, trying to locate his master. Then, he heard Chase's voice in the distance. Jack could tell he was talking to someone.
He quickly found his mentor, but stayed in the shadows watching him talk to none other than that old, hag Wuya. The first thing Jack noticed was Chase's expression of anger. It wasn't full-fledged 'about to go dragon' anger, but anger nonetheless.
"How could you screw him?" Wuya was shouting incredulously, "He's an idiot!"
Chase growled threateningly, causing the witch to silence herself. "First of all, I will not tolerate anyone to call my consort any insulting names; even if most of the time they are truthful!"
Jack wasn't entirely sure how to react to that statement, but was immediately distracted by the next thing Chase said.
"Second, I do not screw him. We make love, you heartless, impudent beldam. Now leave my sight and keep your opinions to yourself next time."
Wuya blinked in surprise, but quickly made herself scarce. Jack slowly crept out from his hiding place once she had vanished. Chase turned around and smiled at his lover.
"Ah, Spicer," he greeted the younger man, "You've retrieved the Wu? Shall we go home now?" He offered his arm to Jack.
Suddenly, everything came into perspective.
When Chase had sex with him, he wasn't doing it to unleash his pent-up tensions or to find a more exciting way to relax.
Chase actually loved him. He'd just never said it before.
Jack simply stared at his master, momentarily forgetting how to speak.
Chase arched an eyebrow. "Are you well, Spicer?"
These words snapped Jack out of his state and, without thinking, he wrapped his arms around Chase's body, nuzzling his head forcefully against Chase's chest. Chase wrapped one protective arm around the boy to show that the action was not unwelcomed, but frowned, feeling confused.
"…It's…nice to see you as well?" Chase said awkwardly.
Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper
"Spicer, I wish to ask you a question."
"Yeah? Okay, shoot."
"When Omi accidentally created those alternate universes, why did you have me imprisoned in nothing but my boxers strapped to that device that poured honey all over my chest?"
"Heh-heh, almost forgot about that."
"…Well, why did you?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"If it were obvious, Jack, would I be asking you?"
"Hmm, good point. Well, I guess first off, you're dead sexy. Can you really blame me for wanting to see your skin?"
"Fair enough, but why did you leave my boxers on, then?"
"Well, I wanted you to at least retain some of your dignity."
"How kind of you. And the honey?"
"I'm perverted. You know that."
"Unfortunately, yes, I do."
F.N.T. by SEMISONIC
Jack barely stifled a giggle, as he hid behind one of the trees. He peeked around said tree, trying to spot his companion, when he felt a gooey, gross substance hit his cheek. His head immediately shot in the direction that the ball of mud had come from to see the tiniest wisp of black hair disappear behind a large stone.
The red-haired youth grinned devilishly, quietly creeping towards the stone. He barely made it to the top of the boulder, when he felt another ball of mud hit him in the back of the head. He quickly turned around to see Chase standing behind him, dressed in black plainclothes, smirking victoriously.
Jack instantly jumped off the stone and onto the ground, rushing after his lover, who began to run away.
How the two had even ended up playing this silly, little game was anyone's guess. Jack remembered they had come to this secluded area to train, but the rest of what happened was a little foggy. All he knew was that he was having fun with the man he loved.
Since he was normally a big, bad, Heylin warrior, Chase sometimes forgot how to have simple fun. He enjoyed taking over the world or defeating his enemies in battle, but those things weren't exactly fun per se. They were just evil.
Enjoying a day with his beloved consort and playing a childish game seemed completely unorthodox for a man like Chase, but the man simply didn't want to stop. Jack, without really meaning to most of the time, brought out Chase's very rare fun side. The man had one, it was just normally reserved.
Chase soon turned the tables on Jack, causing Jack to run away from him, as he tried chucking balls of mud at the youth. He managed to trick the boy into running the wrong way and came up behind him, wrapping his arms tightly around Jack's waist, bringing them both to the ground.
They landed on top of a long forgotten haystack, Chase practically lying on top of Jack, their faces inches apart. Jack's usual white face, now was splattered with mud stains and clumps of it stuck in his red hair. Chase had a few bits of dirt here and there, but looked far more presentable than his mate.
Jack was still giggling uncontrollably, trying to calm himself down. Chase couldn't help but smile warmly at the youth, as he slipped his fingers underneath his lover's trademark goggles, feeling the soft hair underneath. Jack slowly ceased his laughter and stared up affectionately at his lover.
"Has anyone ever told you how precious and perfect you are?" Chase chuckled.
"No, has anyone ever told you the same?" Jack asked, with a sly wink.
Chase laughed aloud at this and bent down to kiss his consort. Jack eagerly accepted the kiss and the two lavished each other with their mouths, feeling almost blissfully content with one another.
I'll Stand By You by The Pretenders
Chase groaned loudly as he stood up, feeling the awful pain shoot through his body. As Omi would say, he was 'at the top of his rope'.
Hannibal was actually beating him.
The evil, disgusting, cruel legume slowly inched forward to finish the job, but stopped at the sound of a voice.
"Touch him again and you will be the one experiencing pain, Bean."
Chase barely had time to process this statement, when Jack Spicer came to stand beside him. Chase could tell, even in his weakened state, that his lover was afraid. Not that the boy didn't have good reason, of course. Standing up to Bean was like standing up against the devil himself.
However, Jack looked as though he wasn't about to back down anytime soon. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw clenched. The youth stepped up and over a little, actually shielding Chase with his own body.
Hannibal laughed heartily at the action then, grinned maliciously. "I don't think so, Spicer."
The bean made to whack Jack out of the way, when Jack pulled out a small controller and pressed one of the buttons down firmly. Hannibal let out a howl of main, his tendril falling to his side immediately, as his body lurched forward.
The evil legume landed on the ground with a powerful thud, causing Chase to lose his balance. Jack caught him, with some difficulty and wrapped his arms tightly around his master.
"Spicer, what did you do to him?" Chase asked curiously.
"Sent an electrical surge through him," Jack said simply, already steering them away from Hannibal, "He's tough, so he'll survive, but he'll have one nasty headache for a few days."
"Spicer…Jack…I…thank you," Chase eventually said, "Thank you for standing by me."
"I'll always stand by you, hon," Jack promised.
Chase slightly chuckled and pressed a kiss to Jack's temple, as they walked. "My hero~."
I Can't Make You Love Me by Bonnie Raitt
"SPICER!" Chase yelled, running towards the boy.
The shot had pierced through Jack and the youth was now lying on the ground, blood slowly pouring from his abdomen. Chase quickly rushed to his side, shaking him.
"Spicer, what did you do that for?" Chase asked his voice slightly high pitched.
Jack weakly turned his head to glance at Chase, a small, pained smile peeking out. "That shot was meant for you. I wanted to show you how devoted I am…"
Chase blinked at him wildly, clearly confused. He roughly picked the boy up bridal-style and teleported back to his citadel, leaving the battle behind. Once Jack was safe from any further harm, Chase made quick work of healing him. The magical process was difficult and Jack was in unbearable pain the whole time. Eventually, the dragon lord managed to stop the wound from bleeding and bandaged it up carefully. He covered Jack with a blanket, so that he didn't freeze in the already cold palace.
Chase gazed intently at Jack, who was staring up at the ceiling from the bed, trying to work through the pain.
"Are you a complete idiot?" Chase growled at him. "You could have died. Did you seriously think doing something like this would be the only way to catch my attention?!"
Jack tilted his head to stare back at Chase. He felt drowsy from what he could only guess were some kind of magical drugs and sleepily decided that he might as well bare his soul to the guy who just saved his life, so he croaked softly, "I…I know, I can't make you love me. Th-that's a decision only your heart can make. I just…just wanted to show you how I feel about you. I'd do anything for you."
Chase's previous anger slowly faded away, as Jack conked out, the elder man's change of emotions not outwardly shown, of course, but deep inside he felt awful. Jack had said love. The warlord had always assumed that the teen's affection was nothing more than mere hero worship, but this…
Chase still wasn't sure how he felt towards the evil genius, but all he knew was that he wanted to stay here by Jack's side until the fool was fully healed. For the first time, there was only one person clouding his thoughts.
I Just Don't Know What to Do With Myself by Dusty Springfield
Most recently, a new restaurant was built in China, designed and created specifically for the Heylin. Only members of the Heylin side were allowed in and for the past few months, everyone had taken a shine to the restaurant.
"Spicer, I do not wish to enter this place and associate with inferiors. I want to go home."
Well, almost everyone.
"C'mon, Chase. It'll be fun!" Jack insisted, dragging his lover through the doors of The Heylin Café. "Besides, it's my birthday and you promised that your present to me would be to do anything and everything I asked all day long."
"…Yes, I did say that, didn't I?" Chase recalled feeling defeated. He never broke any promise he made to Jack and right now he was regretting it.
"Mmhmm," Jack hummed and hauled Chase with him to a nearby table and sat down, pulling his master down and into a chair.
Around them, all the various Heylin members were socializing with one another. Jack believed that the restaurant was a magnificent idea. He had come here multiple times and the simple ambience of the café made everyone seem more…civil. Shocking, yes, but quite true.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my two best friends," a voice spoke up.
"Hey, Wuya," Jack greeted the Heylin witch, who chose to sit down with them, "How you doin'? Haven't seen you in a while 'cause of the lack of showdowns."
"Oh, I've been keeping myself busy," Wuya answered, spreading her fingers onto the table and flexing them, "It's your birthday today, isn't it, Jackie?"
"Yep, twenty-one years old today and I don't look a day over eighteen," Jack announced proudly, referring to his immortality.
Wuya chuckled amused and glanced over at Chase. "What's wrong, dragonbreath? You seem tense."
Chase merely growled in retort, wishing to be anywhere but here.
Suddenly, a voice blasted from a microphone, "Established Heylin, I'd like to welcome you all to Karaoke Night!"
Jack blinked in surprise, as everyone, with the exception of Chase, roared with cheers and applause. He had no idea that they hosted a Karaoke Night here, but he wasn't complaining.
"Now," the brown-haired girl, who was the owner of the establishment, at the microphone declared, "Who shall be our first victim-, err, I mean, contestant?"
There were shouts of affirmatives from the audience, as the girl scanned the crowd. Then, she hopped off the stage and scurried over to her choice.
"A new face has appeared in our restaurant! The Great Chase Young shall be our first contestant!"
As the crowd cheered approvingly, Chase eyes widened.
"No," he said firmly, but Wuya, with surprising strength, hauled him out of his seat.
"C'mon, Chase, have some fun." she said, her tone cheerful, but the dragon lord knew that she was doing this just to humiliate him.
Chase opened his mouth to say nay again, but Jack pleaded, "Chase, please?"
The elder man glared back at his consort and hissed in a low voice, "Spicer, you know I can't sing."
"I want to hear you anyways," Jack stated.
The music already began to play "I Don't Know What to Do with Myself" and the girl forced the microphone into Chase's hands, as the words appeared on a nearby television screen. The dragon looked back at his lover, who only grinned sweetly at him. Chase sighed heavily; realizing that there was no escaping this and began to sing.
"I just don't know what to do with myself. I don't know what to do with myself,"Chase sang out, his voice creaky and cracking in some points. It was reminiscent of the traditional nails on a chalkboard.
Wuya grinned evilly, finding this amusing, as a few audience members shouted about how awful he sounded.
"I'm so used to doing everything with you, planning everything for two, and now that we're through," Chase stared at Jack, as he sang, a rare, pained look on his face.
Wuya peered over at Jack, who was gazing up at Chase. She gasped slightly, when she saw him smiling. He was shooting a sweet, encouraging smile up at his master. He was wincing softly at each bad note, but still beamed a smile at Chase.
Wuya noticed that this grin actually gave Chase more confidence and he sang louder, putting a more energy into the song.
"Like a summer rose, it needs the sun and rain. Oh, I need your sweet love to beat all the pain," the warlord sang and as he did so, the other Heylin began to shout out cheers of approval.
He still sounded horrible, but he sang out anyways and the others seemed to respect him for it, if they didn't already. By the time he neared the end of the song, everyone in the room was clapping along to the music and Chase was now smiling himself.
As he sang out the last note, terrible and off-key, he sat back down in his chair, staring directly at his consort. Their fellow Heylin roared with applause and cheers, as Jack cupped Chase's face in his hands and kissed him.
When he pulled away, the evil genius exclaimed happily to him, "That was absolutely terrible and I loved it!" And with that said, he leaned in and kissed him again.
You Found Me: I realized that in practically all of these that Chase is way too nice, so I decided to make him a bit of a jerk in this one.
Eternal Flame: I know CrystallicSky has done versions of this before, but I really wanted to do my own version and...yeah. I think it's cute. X3
Hopelessly Devoted To You: N'aww, poor Jackie. :(
Maybe I'm Amazed: Ehhh, no comment. Sweet song.
I'll Make Love To You: ...Chasey's confused by his mate's behavior. X3
Time After Time: Not much to say about this one, 'cept it's the title of the episode their referring to, so I kinda had to use it. XD
F.N.T.: So, I'm totally ripping off that scene from 10 Things I Hate about You, when Kat and Patrick I'll playing paintball. I just really find that scene romantic for some reason. This prompt here is probably my favorite so far. :3
I'll Stand By You: ...Why do I keep hurting Chase?! I am so mean to him! XD
I Can't Make You Love Me: Continuation of Hopelessly Devoted To You, I hurt Jack to make up for hurting Chase. XD
I Just Don't Know What to Do with Myself: I am also ripping off this scene from My Best Friend's Wedding, when Cameron Diaz's character sings bad karaoke. Chase singing karaoke is just awesome. I think it makes more sense for him to bad at singing, since he's so much more focused on fighting n' stuff.