Jack's shrill scream combined with a loud splintering thud. Eyes clamped shut and trembling in fear, Spicer was afraid to face whatever damage Chase had just done.

''A-Am I dead?''

''Not YET, but you WILL be if you don't answer me soon.''

Swallowing hard, Jack finally cracked his eyes open only to have them swell in awe at a huge hole in his headboard, inches away from him and with Chase's fist still through it.

This brought a fearful squeal out of the boy genius who slunk further against the bed and tried to weasel his way out of the situation by being overly polite.

''Wow, thanks. I always wanted a porthole in my bed!''

However, Young had run out of patience. Grabbing Jack's shirt collar, Chase jerked the skinny albino off the mattress and slammed him roughly against the headboard.

''The next gaping hole will be the one I put through that empty head of yours, Spicer.''

Jack whimpered, he was hopelessly trapped and at Chase Young's mercy. There was no one home to help him and he Young could easily go through his usual Jack-Bots as if they were toys. With only one surprise-bot in production; he couldn't risk it being destroyed, and his only Wu were being safely held inside his surprise-bot in the lab.

Jack had only two choices, he would have to either answer or refuse and either way, Jack feared he was going to die in his bed that night.

''P. . .please! I'll do anything you want, just don't hit me!"

Chase only looked more angry at Jack's failure to answer his question. A tight fist was raised and in a flash of fear and adrenaline; the goth shut his eyes and spilled his secret to the man he admired.

''I love you!''

Never before had three words seemed to have such an impact. It was as if they flowed from Spicer's mouth in slow motion and as if the world stopped spinning after the last word was uttered.

When Jack again opened his eyes, a large fist was less than an inch from his nose, frozen there. Chase had a look on his face that was hard to read; partially angry and shocked mixed with a hint of something Spicer couldn't place.

''You WHAT!?''

All at once the silence ended, replaced by Chase's booming voice.

In a panic, and scream of terror, Jack scrambled off the bed; falling onto the floor and scrambled backwards until his back hit the nearest wall. There in the dim light he pressed himself against the hard surface like a stuffed toy in the windshield of a car , eyes wide and locked on Chase Young's form.

The glow of his eyes wasn't seen, Chase was facing away from him, motionless.

''. . .Chase. . .I-''

''SILENCE!''

Jack was quick to obey the command, his body trembling as he awaited the other's response.

Would he be tortured? Killed? Ripped apart?

Spicer's eyes went to the slightly ajar door and he began to debate making a run for it. But he quickly realized, he couldn't escape Young; and after being warned to never run from him again, Jack stayed put regardless of his fear.

With a sharp motion, Chase looked at Jack over his shoulder; eyes glowing in the darkness of the room which made him even more intimidating.

Turning, he approached the scared albino and looked down at him with a flat expression.

It didn't take Spicer long to start pleading for his life, cowering over onto all fours he hugged Chase's left ankle and began to cry.

''Please don't kill me! I'm too young and evil to die!! Let me live and. . .and. . .I'll be your servant! I'll keep your lair neat and tidy. . .I'll wash your clothes. . .I can cook!. . .I'll bathe your cats-anything! Just don't kill me.''

Young's emotionless glare became crossed with annoyance.

''Stop sniveling, worm.''

''Y-yes Sir, Right away your evilness. . .sir.''

Jack sat up obediently, still hunkered against the wall like a beaten dog.

''What you are feeling towards me, is infatuation, Spicer. Nothing more.''

The man had spoken slowly, accenting every word that left his lips as if all the world hung on them.

This only succeeded in boy genius quirking an eyebrow.

''In. . .Infa. . .Infatu. . .what?. . .No, I really love you. A lot!''

''You care for me only because I am the supreme evil''.

''That's not true. Hannibal Bean is evil too and I'm not in love with HIM. Eiicckkk. . .''

Jack made a disgusted face, tongue out and cringed at the idea of being romantic with Roy.

''He's also a talking bean.''

''Hey, Hey. . .what kind of an evil villian do you think I am? I'm not THAT shallow! I don't just love you because you're the prince of darkness. I love you for you.''

''Enough of this foolishness. You will put an end to whatever feelings you have for me NOW.''

Spicer looked up at Chase, face flushed from the subject matter and his bottom lip began to quiver pitifully.

''But. . .I love you.''

''You will end these feelings you have for me, Spicer. Or I will end your life.''

Jack's head lowered in sadness and shame. Being rejected by Chase Young was by far, the most humiliating and painful experience of his life.

''W-why don't you just kill me and get it over with.''

Jerking Jack up off the ground, Chase held him against the wall, face dangerously close to Spicer's own.

''Make no mistake, Spicer. You're nothing to me but a worthless insect and if you refuse to end your feelings for me, I will crush you like one.''

The young goth looked up at Chase with a pitiful expression, then began to cry. It was so moving in fact, that Young's own expression softened for a moment but he simply threw Jack aside; over onto his bed.

''You will do as I say, or the next time we meet; I won't be so easy on you.''

The dominant voice rang out again as Spicer laid in humiliation, face down on the mattress; sobbing and whimpering to himself as Chase turned to leave.

Once outside, Young took a few steps away from the house then shifted his eyes in the direction of Spicer's room without turning his head.

Up in a tree that had been facing Jack's room, Hannibal's YingYang bird flew off into the distance. Chase had been aware of the spy's presence the entire time.

''I do hope that little display was enough to entertain my audience.''

He spoke once more into the night air before leaving Jack's house behind him.

--

While the broken hearted boy genius laid hugging his pillow and crying himself to sleep, Chase Young went back to his lair where he was met by a still furious Wuya.

''Chase, there you are. Where have you been? I was starting to get worried.''

Her tone was falsely polite as it always was when around him and it made Young's blood boil as he walked by her without giving her a passing glance.

''If it had been important for you to know, I would have told you.''

''Of course. How silly of me.''

Wuya shot Chase a mean look as he walked away, approaching his throne where he sat, petting lazily at the head of one of his tigers.

''I saw that.''

Young's voice was stern, making the old witch smile nervously as she approached the throne.

''My apologies. I suppose I'm just still tense from the battle earlier.''

''Yes. I was rather hoping you wouldn't be able to speak for awhile after that punch you took to the mouth from Spicer.''

Wuya glared at Chase, arms folded over her chest.

''Well YOU certainly weren't any help just standing there, watching the entire thing. Not that I need help against anyone as pathetic as Jack.''

''I'd be more careful about who I called pathetic if I were you, Wuya. After all he did defeat you.''

''You could have helped me. . .at least said something in my defense. We ARE partners, aren't we?''

''Yes. Partners. I'm not your mother, although you're old enough to be mine.''

Huffing in anger, Wuya walked behind Chase's throne and ran her hands over his shoulder armor.

''I wish you wouldn't think of me that way. After all, there are quite a number of men who find dating older women to be exciting and erotic.''

''Then I suggest you go and find one of them. Now take your hands off me.''

Frowning, Wuya was determined to win Young's affections if for no other reason than to spite Jack.

Leaning in further, she traced her hands down his chest armor.

''Don't be that way. How long has it been since you've known true pleasure?''

''A little over 400 years. Not that it's any of your buisness.''

Chase sat cooly, sipping from some soup one of his servants had brought while Wuya was ranting on.

''My poor baby! You must be so starved for affection by now. Let me scratch that itch for you. . .''

''No thank you.''

Young's tone was thickly sarcastic and not at all polite as he took another sip of his soup.

However, Wuya was difficult to discourage and she pressed on. Tilting her head, she moved in to kiss Chase's neck, but the instant her lips touched his flesh; Young's free hand had locked around her wrist and yanked her over the throne and onto the floor on her back with a heavy thud.

''I'm not THAT desperate.''

Struggling to regain her breath, Wuya sat up with an angry almost hurt expression and dusted herself off.

''Are you trying to tell me that you felt nothing just now?''

''Oh, I felt something.''

Wuya smiled hopefully until Chase went on with a less appealing remark.

''I felt repulsion, and you ruining my appetite.''

Righting herself, the old witch didn't look very happy about being turned down.

''You aren't half the man I thought you were.''

Turning away from Chase she had barely taken a step when he was in front of her in a blur of motion.

''Funny. You're exactly the type of woman I thought you were.''

Wuya raised a hand to slap Young, but her wrist was quickly caught.

''You've become more of an annoyance than your worth''

With a soft smirk, Chase walked a short distance, hand still firmly gripping Wuya's wrist.

''Chase we can talk this out, can't we?''

Her tone was soft and agreeable, Chase's was not.

''I'll spare you, this time. But if you ever cross me again. . .you won't live to speak about it.''

Young's voice was thickly laced with a threatening growl. He had let go of her wrist momentarily as they neared the entrance.

''Get out.''

''Aren't you at least going to show me to the door?''

''If you wish.''

With that, he again took her wrist and threw her not only out of the cave's mouth but also off the cliff's edge in one clean motion.

''Now that I have one less irritant by my side, maybe I can think in peace.''

As Chase went back to dwell on the day's events, his old sidekick was already plotting her revenge down below his lair.

''One loyal evil cohort, is that so much to ask for?''

Wuya wasn't a good person to be speaking of loyalties, in the past several months she gone through Jack, Katnappe and the latest of them all; Chase Young.

Unbeknownst to her, at that very moment she was being watched by yet another of them, one who had his own devious plots brewing as Wuya stormed away from Young's lair.

The hidden evil followed her from the sky, out of sight until they were safely out of distance from the prince of darkness's domain. It was when Wuya paused to dwell on who she would work with next, that this evil decided tho show itself in the form of a familiar partner.

Standing in a wooded area with her arms folded, she seemed to think things over then snarled and smacked a nearby sappling, snapping it in half.

''Curse that Chase Young! Now what am I going to do? Even Jack isn't pathetic enough to take me back this time. . .at least not this soon anyway.''

''It can be dangerous for a pretty lady to be out all alone at this hour.''

Turning sharply she laid her eyes up on the YingYang bird that was perched on a nearby rock. A small speck lept from the bird and onto her shoulder.

''Hannibal Bean. . .just the evil villian I was looking for.''

Wuya immediately began to suck up to Roy, after all he was about the only villain she hadn't crossed recently and was also the most evil among them.

''Evil partner troubles, Wuya?''

''Oh you know Chase. . .He's just impossible to work with, so bossy and full of himself. Everything's always about HIM. I had no choice but to abandon him to find someone better suited to my needs.''

''He kicked ya to the curb again, huh?''

''Alright, so maybe he did. But that still leaves me free to find a new partner. . .''

As the two spoke, it was obvious that Hannibal had been willing to take Wuya in even before she began to overly hint to join his side. But he let her talk, as not to seem suspicious and then he lept off her shoulder and with the Moby Morpher, grew to his usual large size.

''Let me join you? For old times sake?''

Roy smirked.

''I was hopin' you'd ask me that and now I have some information that I think you'll be fairly interested in my dear.''

Wuya put her hands on her hips and raised a curious eyebrow.

''I'm all ears.''

''Earlier today I sent YinYang to spy on Chase so I'd know what he's been up to . . .he went to Jack's house for a little visit.''

''So?''

''Turns out our boy Jack is not only as girly as everyone thought he was but he has a thing for Chase.''

Wuya laughed.

''Well that does explain a lot. Call me nosy but how did Chase respond?''

''He put on a nice show when he turned the boy down but I have a feelin' he likes Jack a lot more than he's admittin to.''

This made Wuya smirk, she felt less rejected by Young in thinking he wasn't interested in any female and not just her.

''That doesn't surprise me. But I still don't see how this will help us any.''

Hannibal slid an arm around Wuya's shoulders and took on a wide smirk.

''Simple. We're goin' to get rid of Omi AND Chase Young using Jack as bait and you're gonna be the one to pull it all off.''

''Revenge on Chase and Jack? I'm in. Tell me more.''

''Well you know how insecure and whiny Spicer is. . . . .''

''Do I ever.''

Wuya moved her hands up, folding her arms over her chest.

''Our pal Omi is always around Chase. . .helpin' him out, giving him advice, training him. . . . .ya see where I'm going with this?''

''You want me to make Jack jealous. . .of Omi? Even Jack couldn't possibly be that stupid.''

''You give the boy far too much credit, my dear. Now listen, it's perfect. You remind Jack of how many times he's seen the boy with Chase himself and maybe improvise on a few things. Tell him Chase told ya about Jack admitting his feelings and how he can't be with Spicer because of his feelings for the monk.''

Wuya listened to Roy but her countenance went from intent and interested to a look of complete annoyance and impatience.

''I don't have time for high school worthy games, I have Wu to collect and a world to take over.''

''If this plan works, I'll practically be handin' the world to ya on a silver platter. When Jack gets jealous of Omi, he'll seek revenge on him. . .try to get the kid out of the way. He might kill him, or at least put him out of commission for awhile. And if we can get Chase and Jack together. . .we can kidnap Spicer, and use him as bait. Then when Chase comes to rescue the little twit, he'll be walking right into our trap.''

The very idea of this made Wuya happy and her tone went back to it's delighted state.

''With Chase and Omi out of the picture there would be no one to threaten us on either side. We could take over, unopposed.''

''Exactly, And we'd rule together, side by side. But it all depends on how well you build up Jack's jealousy.''

''Oh trust me, if there's one thing I'm best at it's pushing Jack's buttons. I'll make him want to rip the monk apart with his small, bare hands. But what if he wants proof?''

''Then we'll give it to him.''

''How can you possibly do that?''

''Trust me, Wuya. I have ways. You'll go see him come dawn and set the plan into motion. What do ya say, partner?''

Wuya hesitated but only briefly, in her mind she was delighted by the idea of getting pay back on her last partner and Spicer for what he'd done to her in the battle.

I'll teach Chase young not to cross ME. . .And when the high and mighty has fallen; I'll crush HIM. . .personally.

She thought to herself with a grin, then extended a hand to Roy.

''You have yourself a deal,. . . partner.''

The two shook on it and then laughed, their cold bitter laughter echoing through the trees while the unsuspecting future victims of their plot went unaware. . .at least for now.

--

Dawn eventually broke but Jack Spicer was awake way before the sun began streaming through his window. Sleep had proved almost impossible for the heart broken young genius.

Hiding his eyes from the sting of day light, behind his forearm, Spicer tried to ignore his throbbing headache from all the crying he'd done.

Slowly, he forced himself up off the mattress and adjusted his goggles. There wasn't a spot on Jack's body that wasn't sore, bruised or stiff but nothing compared to the pain he was feeling inside at the realization of being rejected by Chase Young.

''Ah--Ahhh owww. . . . .ow. . .owwwwwww. . .''

Whimpering as he moved, Jack was barely able to pull himself into a sitting position on the bed.

Every motion send a new pain coursing through the goths thin body and each time it made Spicer call out.

''Oww my shoulder!''

''My back!''

''Ahhh. . .ow. . .owwwwww my face!!''

Slumping over with his hands over his face, Jack remained there until the most faithful of his robots came to check on him. The Yes-Bot pushed his way into the already half open door.

''Sir?. . .There you are, and how are you this morning?''

Jack turned and looked at his robot, his pupils were dilated nice and big and tears streamed down his cheeks, bottom lip quivering. The poor guy looked pitiful and exhausted.

Immediately rushing to his side, The Yes-Bot offered his master a tissue from his chest plate and it was taken. Jack blew his nose but kept crying before he suddenly broke into a heavy crying fit and hugged him against his robot.

''Hold me, Yes-Bot. Hold me. . .tight.''

The robot obeyed gleefully.

''Awww, what's wrong, master?''

''I. . .I don't want to talk about it. . .''

The robot softly patted Spicer's back before it realized the room was empty aside from the two of them.

''Of course, Jack. Anything you want. . . . . . . .Hey where did Chase go?''

Jack cringed at the mention of Chase's name and began to sob openly, his tears making the robot spark a few times from the moisture. The Yes-Bot wasn't stupid and Young being absent from the room told him that things hadn't gone smoothly between the handsome stranger and his master after he'd left the room.

''I want my mommy!''

Spicer's voice choked as he spoke, the poor young man alone in the house with no one to comfort him aside from machinery.

''Shhh it's ok, champ. You never know, Chase might come around. . .eventually. At least he didn't hurt you.''

''Didn't hurt me!?''

The albino pulled himself away from the cool metal embrace, looking offended.

''He damaged my self esteem, broke my spirit, and. . .sniff and he broke my heart.'' Again Spicer's bottom lip began to quiver but he didn't have time to cry before his Yes-bot had extended several sharp and painful looking instruments towards his face.

''Would you like me to repair it for you, Master?''

A scream again echoed the walls of the house.

''No! No. . .That's ok, Yes-Bot. . .It's impossible to repair anyway. It's. . .sniffles In a million pieces.''

Falling backwards weakly against the bed, Spicer stared up at the ceiling, eyes clouded with tears.

''You know what would make you feel better? A nice warm bath. Let me draw one for you.''

''No. I don't want to do ANYTHING today, I just want to lay here. . .alone. . .''

Pulling the blanket up over his head, Jack prepared for a nice long self pity session only to have the blanket jerked off him again shortly afterward.

''I can't leave you alone all day in bed feeling so bad, now let's go take that bath. We'll have a blast! It will take your mind off things.''

Scooping Jack into his arms, the Yes-Bot hovered down the hallway with it's struggling master.

''Listen to me!! I SAID I don't want to do AN- wait. . .What do you mean WE!?''

Ignoring him, the robot carried Spicer into the bathroom and locked the door behind them.

''Y. . .Yes-Bot. . .what are you doing?''

''Giving you a bath, sir. Now let's get those bandages off, I'll put some fresh ones on when your done.''

As the robot began to strip the bandages off Jack's horror stricken face, the boy genius began to get very nervous being locked away with his perverted robot.

''No really. . .I don't need a bath. . .I just need some rest. . .''

''A bath will help those tired muscles rest, master. Now let's get that water running!''

''Wait. . .you can't touch water. . .You'll short circuit and fry us both!''

''Not with the underwater housing skin you built me, I won't.''

Watching as the Yes-Bot pressed a button on it's chest, and a thin transparent skin coated the robot's body; Spicer cursed himself for ever creating such a thing. It was one more example of his own invention coming back to bite him in the ass.

The water was turned on and adjusted while Jack struggled with the door knob trying to escape but his robot had taken the key and again Spicer was faced with no escape.

''Let's get rid of those clothes.''

The albino looked up at his robot fearfully, immediately he began to struggle with the machine.

''Yes-Bot, No! You were programmed to obey, now obey me! Stop!! Aiiyeee! Heel! Bad robot!! Eeeee c-cold, your hands are COLD. Ahhhh-hhhh!!''

Clothes were strewn along the floor, what clothing Spicer had still had on his person, that is. Sitting naked on the floor, trembling and looking scared half to death; Jack screamed and began to be for mercy. This was starting to be a theme in his daily life.

''PLEASE. DON'T RAPE MEEEEE!!''

The Yes-Bot looked at it's master without a clue what he was talking about and began to drag him toward the bath tub by his ankles, leaving Spicer scratching at the floor like a wet cat; trying to get away.

''N-No. . .NOOO please!! I. . .I'll make you a robot of me instead!. . .I'll make you TEN! Anything you wa- Aghhhh!! Let me go!! Don't do this. I'm too innocent and cute to violate!''

Jack felt himself be picked up and he whimpered.

''BE GENTLE!!. . .If you hurt me I. . .I'll throw up!''

Jack was still shouting when he was dunked into the water.

splunk

Spicer was in the bathtub, wet and mortified.

''Weren't you going to rape me?''

His confused voice made the Yes-Bot light up in excitement and the robot moved in dangerously close to the scared albino, putting a metal hand on the back of Spicer's head and pressed him roughly against the side of the tub on his face.

''Right away, Sir!''

Jack screamed.

''NOooo!! T-That wan't an invitation, Yes-Bot!! Aiyeeee Get off me!! Down, Boy!''

When the robot reluctantly moved away from it's master, Jack picked up a nearby shampoo bottle and began to beat the Yes-Bot over the head with it.

''Bad robot!! BAD! You DO NOT rape your creator. No!''

When the robot was a safe distance from him, Jack sat trembling in the water.

''My apologies, Jack. I thought you wanted me to take advantage of you.''

''Why would I want you to do that!?''

''Let me help you wash your back!''

The Yes-Bot ignored Jack's question with a creepy cheerful suggestion of it's own, -as usual.

Being disturbed was a understatement. Spicer's left eye twitched and he immediately put up his hands in defense.

''No, wait! . . .You KNOW I don't allow anyone to touch me.''

''Of course not, you're the boss.''

''. . . . .Yeah. That's right! And don't ever forget it!''

Horror stricken and trying imagine that he was anywhere else, Jack finally relaxed back against the tub once his robot kept it's distance. For a few minutes things were peaceful and Jack almost fell asleep.

''I was mad at first. . .but I gotta admit, this water does feel pretty good''

Eyes going half lidded, Spicer nearly fell asleep again as he took in the feeling of the warm water against his sore muscles.

''That's my guy, now let's scrub you down.''

''I'm fully capable of washing myself, Yes-Bot.''

''Nonsense, you're sore. Allow me. I'll get you squeaky clean in no time!''

An audible swallow was noted as the robot's hand retracted and a large pad replaced it. It then began to rotate with a loud buzz like a sander, making Jack's eyes widen in horror.

''N. . .N-no! What are you doing!? S. . .stop! Aiiyeeee Owwww!! That doesn't go there! Ahhhhhhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh STOP!!''

That, along with various grinding, buffing and suctioning noises was how things sounded if you were anywhere near Spicer's bathroom, inside it terrible things were happening as the robot used only it's vague knowledge of the human body to decide how Spicer needed to be cleaned.

Roughly an hour later, the door to the boy genius's lair was shoved open, revealing a very angry looking Jack Spicer. He was fully dressed, with new goggles on top of his firey red hair but his skin and neck (along with the rest of his body that you currently could not see) were covered in red streaks from the hot water and the rough cleaning from his robot during his bath time.

Limping down the stairs, Jack walked by his usual Jack-Bots and glared at them, pointing dramatically. ''Shut.Up.'' He yelled at them before they had the chance to say anything about his appearance.

Moving through the lab, Jack was followed by his Yes-Bot, who was still under the impression he had done nothing wrong.

''Master, wait!''

The albino turned and faced his robot, pointing at it. ''NEVER AGAIN.'' He screamed at it and then turned and began walking again.

''But master, I haven't finished replacing your bandages yet.''

''You stay away from me!''

''I only want to cheer you up.''

''There's only one thing that can cheer me up at times like this and it isn't. . .whatever you just did to me! I'll never look at soap the same way again!!''

Moving away from his robots, Jack approached one of his shelves of spare parts and turned back to his robotic friends.

''Ok.You all know the drill.''

All together, the robots turned away from their master and cupped hands over their eyes and began to count.

Looking around to be sure no one was watching him, Jack raised up an obviously fake box of parts and pressed a big red button beneath it which triggered a hidden door in the wall behind the shelf. The wall raised, revealing a secret room in the lab, one that was a short hallway; similar to a shoe box in design with no windows and nothing in the room but one robot.

The walls had nothing on them, only lights on the ceiling and vents that brought in fresh air.

Stepping inside the room, Jack pressed a similar button just inside, forcing the shelf to move back down and hide him away inside the box of a room.

The only sounds in the room were the echoing of the albino's boots against the floor. There was an excited gait in the exhausted youth's step as he moved, stopping just short of a robot that laid limply on the ground.

''Jack Spicer's sure fire way of cheering himself up.''

He chimed in, taking a remote control off the wall and activing the robot, grinning as it righted itself. For now it was simply a silver manikin, and a very simplistic looking robot in comparison to his other creations.

''Chameleon-Bot, show me program 16E''.

Spicer watched, wide eyed with a big fixed smile on his face, tongue poked out in excitement as the robot slowly changed and took on a very sensual appearance. One that was nearly identical to Chase Young in every vivid outward detail. It was a grave improvement from his last Chameleon-Bot, this one made only to mock Chase's looks alone, it was able to hold a more realistic form; warm flesh and water proof that he could kiss without being shocked, one with muscles that moved and flowed like real ones would.

With hair that was soft and real, and even mocking the man's scent and voice. The voice no longer had a robotic accent to it, but sounded just like the real Young's. It was an exact copy and could have been good enough to have been the man's clone all but for one detail; below the belt, it lacked certain parts and was likened to a ken doll.

This detail was kept in the original plans as Jack wanted the real Chase Young to be his first sexual experience, not a robot. . .even if it was an incredible facsimiles.

So, just in case things got too hot between them, the robot was gilded to avoid accidental dips into the lust pool, so to speak.

Of course, as most of Jack's creations did; the Chase look alike did have some bugs that hadn't been fixed yet. One being that it re-set itself each time it was turned off. Meaning that it was incapable of holding memories of anything they did or spoke about previously and always came back on as if it were just built and Spicer was a stranger.

''My Chase-Bot! Look at you. . .your so perfect, so gorgeous. . .so realistic. . .''

Jack couldn't help but call the robot by this label when it actually looked like Chase. Leaning forward he puckered his lips in an attempt to kiss the robot but he was denied. A strong hand cupped over Spicer's face and threw him up against the nearest wall with a thud. Jack bounced off it's surface and landed on his back.

''Maybe a little. . .TOO. . .realistic. . .'' He whimpered, reaching over to pick up the fallen remote control and turned the robot from it's ''realistic'' setting to ''ultra-non-realistic''.

There was a sharp jolt and the robot set itself to the new programming, taking on a nice friendly smile and outstretched a hand, helping Jack up and pulled the goth to his chest, hugging him gently.

''There you are my sweetheart, my one and only, my sun and stars, my cuddle bunny. I wuv you.''

The robot crooned sweetly, and Jack pulled back a bit, looking at it with an eyebrow cocked.

''Ok that's REALLY unrealistic and slightly creepy. . .but. . . . .I couldn't be happier!''

Smiling brightly, Spicer nuzzled against the robot's tight, muscular chest and gave a blissful sigh.

''Hug me, Chase-Bot. . .''

The mirror image of Chase Young complied, it's hands warmly resting against Jack's back.

''I love you, too. . . . .You believe me, right? You don't think it's infatuation?''

''I always believe YOU, Jack. I believe, trust, and love you,. . .always.''

Jack's eyes closed as the robot began to play with his hair, that level of closeness. . .that gentle touch, he would have given anything to have felt from the real Chase.

Chin against Chase-bot's chest, Jack looked up at his robot with a warm smile on his face.

''What happened to your beautiful face, Spicer?''

''I. . .fell. . .'' Jack lied, seeing no reason to have to tell his robot the long story of the truth and waste precious time.

''Let Chase make it all better.'' The robot purred, a hand softly cupping Spicer's cheek, tilting his head and pressing his lips to the albino's neck.

Jack gasped softly, pressing against the hot mouth as it kissed and nipped at his pale skin.

''Tongue. . .I-I. . .I need some tongue.''

The robot was happy to comply, it's warm skillful tongue tracing Spicer's adam's apple, over his collarbones and up to his right ear, mingling with kisses and swirling in small firm circles and pert laps.

''Ahhhhhhhhh ahhhh Chase. . . . .Mmmm. . . . .Hhhfff. . . . .Nnnn Nnghhh There. . .right there. . .Ooooo Yeaaahhhhh. . . . .Jack likie.''

The boy genius felt as if he'd melt under the pleasure mounting in his body; so rarely did he get this type of attention that when he did, it helped to releave unbelieveable amounts of frustration. It also created some.

The Chase-Bot's hands moved underneath Jack's trench coat, fingers lightly tracing his lower tummy and up his side, making the albino giggle and arch against the touch.

''H-Hey, Hey I'm ticklish!''

The delighted squeal made Spicer's face flush and Chase kissed over it before his gaze locked on his master's.

''You're so adorable, Jack. I could just eat you up.''

''I hope you mean that the way I think you do. . .''

Chase smirked, hands smoothly brushing Jack's jacket off his body and sending it falling onto the floor by his feet.

The neck suckle and kiss continued and the robot's mouth finally found one of the albino's hot spots. . .a little area just off centered from the back of Jack's neck, midway between his shoulder and neck.

A breathy gasp was emitted, along with a moan and Spicer nearly collapsed, his legs buckling. Luckily for him, the Chase-Bot caught him by his slender hips and held Jack firmly against himself as he moved his face up; close to Spicer's and began to suckle his pouty bottom lip.

Soft, noisy suckles that faked a gentleness, coaxing Jack to drop his guard only to have teeth deliver a firm nip when he felt the boy relax. It was the robot's opportunity to slide his tongue into the albino's awaiting mouth, mouth sealing over Spicers as he began to kiss him with a firey passion.

Even in the ultra-non-realistic mode, the robotic version of Chase Young dominated the kiss, his tongue keeping Spicer's pressed against the floor of his own mouth while he probed the hot orifice, searching every inch of it in meticulous detail.

Aside from the slight metallic after taste from the robot, the kiss was heavenly. . .beautiful and perfect. Jack struggled only once to get a breath, and only after the Chase-Bot let his tongue move along with the robotic one inside his mouth.

''Have you got your breath back, Spicer?''

''Mmm yeah. . .''

''Good. . .''

They spoke into one another's mouths, and Jack could taste every word the robot said to him. A muffled whimper of pleasure sounded as Chase guided Jack's tongue into his mouth and began to suck softly on it. It was as experience that the robot hadn't graced him with before; one a little surprising but unbelievable all in one.

Tensing for a moment, Spicer's hands ran up Chase's chest armor, nails racking against the metal. When he relaxed and let his tongue be manipulated, he lost himself inside a wave of pleasure so great, he wondered if he'd ever come down from it again.

After what felt like an eternity, Jack felt the robot release his tongue and he pulled back taking a soft gaspy breath. With his eyes half lidded he looked up at the Chase-Bot.

''Would you like for me to remove my armor for you, Jack?''

''Yes.Please.''

With a little smirk, the robot began to strip off it's armor, letting it drop to the floor. Clothing was shed until Chase was nude from the waist up, and before Jack could comment; his robot had yanked him towards it and the two were kissing again, tangled in a tight embrace.

Jack's gloved hands explored the exquisite body of his robot, running up and down the Chase-Bot's chest and hips and up his sleek back, until they came to again rest on his chest and the kiss heated up.

His robot finally allowed Spicer to kiss back, and the master's tongue rubbed hotly against his prized toy's in a battle for dominance. Jack wasn't winning but he didn't want to, the boy genius was simply glad he was allowed to embrace the robot's soft tongue with his own.

''Nghh. . .''

The robot's moan sent a hot pulse through Jack Spicer's body and he returned it with vigor, until both were lost in the other's pleasured moans, whimpers and growls.

Dear Spicer lost the dominance battle a bit at a time, until he was literally backing up while being kissed, doing so until he hit the wall and was pressed against it; only to be kissed harder and with more passion. The Chase-Bot's hand slid over the back of Jack's head, a playful grip forming in the youth's hair, pressing him more firmly against the robotic mouth and keeping him there.

With his free hand, the robot gripped Spicer's leg at the knee and forced it around his frame, pressing himself tightly against the gothic boy.

Jack arched against his robot companion, nails digging against the soft flesh of the robot's chest. The two forms seemed to become one, lost in one another, at least until a loud clamor rang out in the lab.

''Did you hear something?'' Spicer moved his head slightly, voice breathy. His question was answered with a fast ''Shut up and love my tongue, Spicer.''

''Mmhhh. . . . .''

A happy but surprised moan escaped Jack as he was kissed again, the robot's tongue almost gagging him as it forced it's way back into his mouth and began to slide in and out of the hot orifice with a vengeance.

It was broken only when Spicer's shirt was jerked off his frame and then continued heatedly until Jack couldn't breathe. His hands pressed against the robotic chest but he couldn't budge the Chase-Bot off him. Struggling for a breath, he finally found one when the robot moved back, and Jack's skinny chest heaved as he struggled to replace the oxygen he'd lost. That moment of near suffocation had turned him on more than he would have liked to admit.

''Wow. . .gasp pant That was. . .SOME kiss. . .''

''Do you want me now, Jack?''

''YES.''

Jack fumbled with the robot's belt and then his pants, but once they were pulled down; his smile faded. . .remembering that his robot was missing it's obvious parts.

Falling to his knees dramatically, the albino gave a loud shriek.

''WWWWHHHHYYYYYYYY!?''

''Because you refuse to give me such parts in fear that I would be your first sexual experience.''

''Easy on the 's' word; it makes me uncomfortable. But while we're on the subject. . .I am SO in need of . . .love!''

The Chase-Bot smirked.

''But YOU aren't missing them. . .are you? Allow me to give you some of this. . .love.''

Spicer would have protested if not for the Chase-Bot biting gently at the sweet spot on his neck. His body went limp under the attention and suddenly he felt himself on the ground; staring up at the ceiling.

''Chase-Bot. . .what are you. . .''

Spicer went silent as the robot smirked, using his teeth to strip off Jack's un-buckled belt.

Another loud clamor in the lab was heard but right now the boy genius couldn't have cared any less about anything not happening inside that room.

Sitting up onto his hands and watching the robot dip near close to his zipper; Jack's face flushed hotter and he felt himself getting a nose bleed.

''Mommy.'' He squeaked, a thin line of blood slipping from the left side of his nose and his arms grew wobbly and weak making Jack fall backwards against the floor as his zipper began to slide down.

Meanwhile in the lab, a familiar figure was slinking around, destroying things and searching for the boy who was hidden away with his robot.

''Jack? Jack!? . . .Where IS that little whiner!?''

Wuya snarled at the lack of a response and kicked over a nearby shelf, sending it crashing to the floor. Spicer's Jack-Bots weren't foolish enough to attempt fighting her unless their master ordered them to, so they simply watched from a distance.

Angy but also weary, Wuya leaned against one of the remaining tables. She had never been afraid of the boy, but she also hadn't forgotten his skill in the last battle. ''If it weren't Jack, I'd almost be afraid of walking into a trap.'' She thought to herself aloud.

''WHERE is Jack??''

Snarling at the robots, they only shrugged; honestly not knowing where he'd gone.

''Useless robots. No matter. He has to return, sometime. I think I'll wait so I can welcome him home.''

Taking a seat on the metal table, she sat with her legs crossed and hands against the cool surface, minding her own business.

''Wuya! Long time, no see.''

The Yes-Bot had come to welcome back an old. . .um. . .friend.

''Get away from me you bucket of bolts.''

''Isn't Jack wonderful!?''

''I see he's still programming his robots to stroke his ego. . .since no one else will.''

''Jack is the most evil guy around!''

Wuya snarled at the robot, throwing a piece of metal from the table at it and missing by only a fraction of an inch.

''You'rr just as annoying as he is.''

''Thank you!! Let's look at some photographs while we wait.''

''I'd rather eat glass.''

Insult ignored, the Yes-Bot shoved pictures under Wuya's nose, one's of Jack in the bath tub.

''There's something I could have gone an eternity without seeing.''

Tossing the pictures away from her, she gave a heavy sigh. . .about then hearing a shrill, muffled voice screaming something along the lines of ''Ohhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyy goddddddddddd YESSSSSSSSSSS!!''

Raising an eyebrow she looked at the Yes-Bot.

''Did you hear something?''

''Only Jack's greatness!''

Wuya looked even more irritated than before.

''Listen carefully, the next thing your going to hear is my foot as I stuff it straight up your-''

''Hey What are YOU doing here? Can't a boy genius get some privacy in his own evil lair!?''

Wuya turned at the sound of Spicer's voice.

''Ah, Jack! I've been looking for y-''

Her voice trailed off as she turned and looked upon the boy genius. His trench coat was half way off his body, shirt inside out and backwards, hair messy and goggles sideways on his head. Not to mention a rather large, plastered smile on his face.

''Dare I ask?'' She mused, pointing at his clothes.

''Huh? Oh. . .It's. . .a new fashion statement! What do you think?''

'It's perfect.''

''Really? You think so?''

''Yes. It accents how much of a creepy little twerp you are.''

Jack's anger grew and he tried to look intimidating as he yelled and waved a finger at her.

''You can't come in here and insult me on my own turf! My new robot will rip you apart, baby.''

Wuya didn't look very worried, instead she leaned closer to Jack and smirked.

''Your fly is open. . .baby.''

Jack screamed, turning away to zip up his jeans.

''Stop changing the subject. What do you want with me?''

''Jack, I'm hurt. Can't an old friend drop in to say hi now and then?''

''You're not my friend! Now get OUT or I'll have my Jack-Bots throw you out.''

Wuya smirked, getting off the table and pretended to be heading towards the exit.

''Alright, Jack. I guess you don't want to hear the news I have about Chase after all.''

This perked Spicer's interest instantly.

''Chase?. . .What about Chase?''

With her back to Jack, Wuya's smirk turned into a cold evil smile. She knew she had him; Jack was falling for it already.

''I thought you wanted me out?''

''You don't have to go YET. . . . ..sit down, take a load off. Did I mention how great it is to see you again? Want my Yes-Bot to make us some milkshakes?''

Wuya sat back down, watching Spicer with amusement at how easily he fell for her tricks.

''That won't be necessary.''

''So. . .what about Chase?? Did he say something about me? Tell me!''

Jack leaned in listening intensely, hands cupped together in anticipation. He was still angered at Wuya on deep levels but right now, Spicer only cared what what information she had for him about the man he adored.

''Poor jilted, Jack. He told me what happened last night between the two of you.''

''He. . .told you?''

''Yes and he told me the real reason WHY he turned you down on your offer.''

Jack's sad face twisted into one that held a sign of hope.

''Oh I get it! Ok what do you want in return for telling me? Name your price.''

''I'll tell you for free.''

''What? . . .Why?''

Wuya sensed Jack's suspicion and she tried to cover her tracks.

''A favor for old times sake and mostly because I enjoy seeing you kicked while you're down.''

''Out with it woman!''

''Chase DOES care about you Jack. . .as repulsive as that may be. . .but he's involved with someone else.''

Spicer looked as if someone had just torn his heart out and incinerated it in front of him.

''Who!? I want names!''

''Even you can't be that dense, Jack. Think about it. . .what little monk is he always helping? Protecting. . .training. . .You were there when he took the boy as his evil side kick, remember? ''Always a brides mate, never a bride.'' Chase told me himself he wanted the chosen one to be by his side for all eternity.''

Jack looked dumbfounded, and disbelieving.

''The cheeseball!? But. . .but he's short and bald. . . . ..and yellow!''

''He's also great at martial arts and the one person Chase has taken under his wing time and time again.''

''Tell me more. Give me some examples.''

Wuya hesitated. She didn't know a lot more unless she began to make up outward lies so she tried to trick Jack into doing the work for her.

''Ah. . .But it's so obvious. . .you already know, Jack. Think back, doesn't it all make sense now that you know the truth?''

''Like. . . . ..when I had Chase trapped in the Sphere of Yun and Omi got him out? Chase was going to kill me and let baldy watch! I could've had Chase by my side forever if it weren't for that Xiaolin punk!''

''Exactly my point. I don't need to convince you Jack you already know it's true.''

''I can't believe I didn't see it before!''

''Just think, all this time it could have been you in the spotlight. You with Chase Young as his partner, you learning his moves, spending time with him, alone with him in his lair. Every time it was Omi, it could have been you and it still can. . .IF you get rid of the threat.''

Jack's anger grew more and more until he slammed his fist against the top of a nearby table, causing his Detecto-Bot to screech and fly off.

''Chase Young can be yours, Jack and only yours if you destroy the one thing standing in your way.''

''Why are you helping me?''

''I'm not helping only you, with the strongest of the monks out of the picture it would help me as well.''

''That's true. . .''

Part of Spicer still didn't believe Wuya's story, or simply didn't WANT to.

''He's even gone to see the Monk while he's been injured. Omi is turning Chase against you, Jack. You should have heard how he was speaking about you right before the two of them kissed.''

Jack's eyes widened and he turned sharply, facing Wuya.

''They. . .kissed?''

''Yes. The young monk seems to almost beg Chase for affection. . .which he gladly gives.''

''I'll KILL him! I'll rip that over sized head of his off his body!! I'll -hey wait. . .didn't you tell me that YOU were with Chase?''

''Jack. . .I was only teasing because we were arguing. The truth is that Chase is only interested in men. . .''

''But Omi's not evil. . .''

''Chase wants to turn him evil. . .just like he did before. . .he thinks he can coax the monk into turning evil for him or perhaps the monk will convince Chase to turn good. . .''

''NEVER!! I'll never let that happen!''

''Then you know what you have to do.''

''I. . .''

Wuya smirked.

''Think about it Jack, you have time to attack. . .while he's weak. Don't be a spineless coward your entire life, take what you want while you can or you may lose it forever.''

''How do I get Omi out of the picture?''

''Kill him. Your evil, aren't you?''

''Of course I am. But. . .I've never killed anyone before. . .I don't even know if your telling the truth.''

''Oh, you want proof? Here. . .here's your proof.''

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small computer chip and handed it to Jack.

''What is it?''

''Proof. I'll leave you to watch it and decide for yourself what you plan to do about it.''

Jack watched as his old partner left then looked down at the chip laying in the palm of his hand.

With a hesitant curiosity, he walked over to his computer and sat down, clicking the chip in place and watched as it began to play.

In the video, Chase had gone to visit Omi as he recovered from Jack's assault. The two spoke very lovingly of one another and spitefully of Spicer before Chase bent and placed a kiss on the monk's lips.

The video was of course, a fake. Hannibal had created it by manipulating footage his bird had recorded. In the real scene, Chase had simply gone to see Omi and said a few words about the monk needing better training to defeat someone with skills as sharpened as Jack's while he had the fancy feet. It was an innocent invitation to train Omi once he healed.

But when mixing the footage recorded by the evil bird with the reversing mirror, the exact opposite had been shown and recorded to fool someone as trusting as Jack.

When the tape shut off, Spicer stood without a word, looking bitterly angry. He walked towards his robots, picking up a screwdriver from a table.

''Sir! Want something to eat?''

''Not now Yes-Bot. I'm busy. I have more Surprise-Bots to build.''

''To steal the other team's Wu? What a wonderful plan! No one can match your genius.''

''No! I have bigger plans for the bots now. I'm going to create an army of them. . .to kill Omi.''

''You can't be serious, Jack. . .You? YOU'RE going to kill someone?''

''It's not like I have a choice here, Yes-Bot. I'm not letting that little cheeseball take Chase from me.''

''But Jack. . .If Chase doesn't love you-''

Jack shot his robot a mean look, then shut his eyes, obviously hurt by that thought.

''He DOES love me!! Chase is just . . .confused, because of that stupid loser Monk.''

The anger in Jack's tone was something the Yes-Bot had never heard in his master before, an almost genuine hatred was strange when heard on the lips of someone who was normally light hearted and seemingly so innocent.

The robot watched almost in awe as Jack flipped his goggles down over his eyes and bent to build the Surprise-Bot a large family of clones.