Jack soon found himself lost in the large lair, not knowing exactly where Chase was since his only hint was the man's voice in the distance. He stood in the center of a wide hallway and saw that there was a large black panther walking towards him, irritation on her face. It looked like she was the same warrior that had served him the Lao Mang Lone Soup the previous night, 'Kena', he believed her name was.
"Do you know where Chase is?" Jack asked the warrior. Kena glanced over at Jack and stopped in her tracks as he spoke, she nodded her head and started walking away. "Um...thank you?" Jack said softly, following the panther. He slowed down and paused when they reached a room with its door open. The patterns and layout of the room caught his attention since it screamed 'not Chase'. It was way too feminine for someone like Chase to design. Jack knew that men can be girly, he being a prime example of that, but the mask hanging above the bed told him that this room was definitely not occupied by Chase. Jack was about to enter the room when Keno growled and nudged his leg with her muzzle. The young man quickly stepped away and allowed himself to be pushed towards their original destination, not wanting to risk a mauling from the grouchy panther.
"Sit." Chase ordered the moment Jack walked into what appeared to be some sort of dining room. Chase stood at the end of the long table, the head seat beside him and arms behind his back. Jack grabbed the closest chair and was about to sit when Chase spoke again. "Not there. Here." Chase gestured to the seat next to him with one hand, the other still hidden. Jack moved the chair back to where it was and went over to where Chase told him to. He hesitated before sitting down, heart racing. Jack turned his head towards the warlord, stiffening when Chase put a sturdy hand on his head and forced him to look forward. "Let's try something new." Jack yelped when Chase suddenly stabbed a knife into the table in front of him.
"Wh-What's that?" Jack stuttered out.
"The blade you harmed yourself with." Chase answered, voice soft and low, causing a shiver to travel down Jack's spine.
"Why do you have it out?" Jack asked, eyes glued to the knife.
"Like I said, we're trying something new." Chase leaned closer to Jack, his breath tickling the side of the young man's neck, sending yet another shiver throughout his body. Chase sniffed the air and smirked before straightening up and moving to the other side of genius. Jack felt his body flinch with each and every footstep that Chase took, knowing that warlord was making it so he could be heard since he was famous for moving silently.
Jack tried his best not to tremble when Chase placed a hand on his shoulder, too terrified to look at the older man anymore. What was Chase planning on doing to him? He's always wanted an apprenticeship with the man but he didn't want it if it involved him being killed or seriously harmed multiple times on a daily basis since death wasn't much of an option at the moment.
"What are you going to do?" Jack wasn't all too sure if he wanted the answer to that question.
"Your human form is small and weak but your true form is very large and powerful, almost as strong as mine with the little training that you've had." Chase gently rubbed his fingers into Jack's shoulder, knowing what he was doing to the young man as the red crept up onto his cheeks and was willing to use that to his advantage to control Jack and his true form. "Your human body can handle the training that you require to use your full potential but your mind will not allow you to since you believe that your strength is less than what it is now. Your true form does not have that thought since all it wants is what it craves whether it be blood, food or more and lacks the training to use that power wisely." Jack wasn't sure what all Chase was hinting at and soon forgot about it when the hand on his shoulder slid across his back and rested on his other one and a hand went to his thigh as Chase moved close to him again.
"Chase?" Jack squeaked out, face bright red.
"Change." Chase stated.
"But I don't know how." Jack swallowed when Chase went even closer to him and the hand traveled further up his thigh.
"Change." Chase repeated.
"What if I lose control and hurt you?"
"You really think I fear that?" Chase removed his hand from Jack's thigh and used his teeth to take off his glove. "Are you sure that you are unable to change on your own?" Jack nodded his head, voice lost as Chase's nose pressed against his and his lips were almost touching his own. "Let's try this then." Chase brought his hand to his mouth and bit into it, blood slowly seeping from the punctures. Jack's eyes went wide and he chewed on the inside of his cheek. "Do you want it?"
"Yes-" Jack shook his head. "No. No. I don't. That's gross. I would never..." Jack kept staring. "But...I...I want..." Chase took his hand away when Jack leaned towards it.
"Come and get it." Chase whispered before jumping away.
"Chase...I...I can't..."
"Change, Spicer. Change and get what you want." Jack slowly crawled out of the chair, body twitching with want. "Change! Do it!" Chase shouted, flicking his hand towards Jack and splattering some on his blood on the young man's face. The scent and taste of Chase's blood made Jack snap. The genius let out a scream as his body transformed into his true form, the change hurting less and less each time it occurred. "Your true form is something of wonders, Spicer." Chase commented, stepping back as Jack stepped forward. "Pure white with only hints of your red eyes and hair, the patterns on your back are very detailed and bright against your scales. If only you could see yourself like this, then you'd know how it feels to have that form. The power coursing through your veins, your heart beating at a rate you'd never believe it could, how everything seems small and pathetic compared to your own strength." Jack let out a snort, showing no understanding of what Chase was saying. "Hopefully it won't take long to break you away from the beast-like mind you have when you turn and now that I know how to make you do so when I please, we can end this round quickly." Chase stopped moving and held his hand out. Jack hesitated, not trusting the man at first before slowly walking to the offering and cleaning what small amount of blood there was left on the hand. His blood-lust weak and only needing a few drops to calm him back down. "You must be exhausted, transforming twice in one day." Chase took his, now clean, hand and rubbed under Jack's muzzle and felt the dragon leaning into his touch, enjoying it. "Training you shouldn't be too hard. I'll have to make sure of some precautions and keep my warriors away from you. But you're like a new pet, like a little puppy that just needs some treats to behave. Spicer is a completely different story, still easy to contain, but lacking the confidence to do the training properly." Jack's eyes were starting to close while Chase spoke. "I'll give you time to rest while I prepare and work on Spicer some more." Jack made a purring sound before laying down, curling up to Chase's leg. "A purr? That's different." Chase chuckled, watching Jack become human again.
