Tainted Love
Tomi Sama
Chapter 3:
A Visit from a Nightmare
Pairing: JackxRai
Warnings: Slash, fluffiness, and a jealous Chase Young, proverbs, rape
Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown. If I did, Jack would have more airtime and Rai would talk more. I lorve his accent.
Request: Pleeeease Review.
Author's Note: Wow. Chapter 3. I honestly didn't think I'd make it this far. However, I now have a point in my head (which I didn't have when I started) and I've got your lovely, most appreciated reviews that are my fuel. I love them guys. I love you. XP
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Jack winced, burying his burning face into the pillow as he felt the tears fall. He didn't know which hurt worse, his shoulder, which was a slight movement away from being pulled from its socket, or his ass.
"It's going to hurt more if you fight it." A hasty voice whispered in his ear. "Just calm down."
"Chase…"
He felt the human form of the lizard bite his ear lobe and hissed into the pillow.
"Jack…"
One of Chase's hands were expertly wrapped around the permanent bruise that was Jack's wrist, the other pushing on the small of Jack's back, keeping his body flat against the bed.
"Every second I'm without you I'm a mess." Chase whispered before attacking Jack's neck with his teeth. "Just stay with me now."
Jack stayed quiet and unresponsive. It was a curse that he'd been born with. He was incredibly submissive by nature and loved to please. While most people accepted this as to why Jack tried to hard and stayed with Wuya; Chase saw it as a weakness he could take advantage off.
"Ow…" Jack winced, using his free hand to try and pull himself away. Chase was nearly done, but it didn't make Jack feel any better. Although this the nicest Chase he'd ever been succumbed to, it hurt twice as bad, as if Chase had to make up for the niceness in his vicious thrusting.
"Shut up." Chase moaned.
Jack adjusted his head, so he wasn't laying in a pool of his own tears. Where were the Xiaolins? Where was Raimundo? Rai… the image of his Brazilian Sex God played in his head. Rai without a shirt on; Rai smiling at him after waking up side-by-side.
It hurt in his chest… like Rai was dead and he was back with Chase to beat the sadness down. Succumb to the darkness to let the sadness out.
Jack cried out. He could see the blood on his back, pouring from the nail wounds Chase inflicted. However, the scratches were normal, it was the hand on the back of his head, pushing, asphyxiating Jack into the pillows.
"How dare you?" Chase spat, his mouth still by Jack's ear. "How dare you think of that wind rat while you're with me."
"Mmm!" Jack pulled from Chase, pounding one hand on the bed, trying to pull his other free of Chase's. Neither worked.
"Can't you breathe?" Chase whispered. "You don't deserve to breathe."
"Chase!"
"Jack!"
He was drenched as he sat up. He was attacked from behind by a tornado, from the front a volcano, from the right a tsunami and from the left an earthquake, efficiently squishing the skinny boy between them, as the natural disasters talked excitedly at once.
"Jack!"
"Are you okay?"
"Were you dreaming?"
"Was it about Chase Young."
"No it was about Katnappe, duh."
"Chase Young and Katnappe, running off together, I reckon."
"That is most weird."
One voice was absent from the rambling and he felt the tornado pressing hard against him from behind. As the three other monks argued about what Jack had been dreaming about, Jack himself pushed back against Rai, feeling the shorter's arms snake around his waist to pull him closer.
"I was worried."
"It was just a nightmare."
Jack leaned his head back onto Rai's shoulder, seeing the brunet hair lean forward, burying his face in Jack's neck. Jack smiled. It didn't get better than this.
"Hey, guys, sorry to interrupt but we've got a new Shen Gong Wu."
The volcano, tsunami and earthquake left Jack's bedside (which was still on the floor) to see about the new Wu and Jack expected for the tornado to leave too. However, he stayed, hardly flinching at the call of his duty.
It was Jack that stood, forcing Rai to let go.
"Have fun on the hunt." Jack said, stretching as his arms, trying to walk past the gathering at his door.
"Hey, Jack. Why don't you go?"
Jack froze before shaking his head. "Aw, no. That's a Xiaolin/Heylin thing. I don't belong in that."
"But you're a Xiaolin… and you were a Heylin. You're more involved than everyone else…"
Jack shook his head, franticly. He didn't want to go. Some Heylin would be there and he wasn't going to face his demons… not ever if he could… but at least not now. Not today. Not tomorrow. Maybe the day after that. Just not today.
"We must get going." Jack was thankful for Omi's hostility toward him. "Spicer are you coming or not?"
"Not. I think I'll do some work with myself." He gave the Xiaolins a wave, and Raimundo a wink, and was out in the courtyard in seconds. A few seconds latter, the monks were on Dojo's back, flying west. Jack was sitting, facing away from the sun, cross-legged.
He put his wrist on his knees, angling his head up.
"Ommme." Jack stated, trying to calm his mind. "I need some shelter of my own protection, baby. Be with myself in center, clarity, peace, serenity."
Jack was now swaying, his eyes closed. He didn't know how to meditate, but thought it had to do with clearing his mind. But an old saying a nanny told him freaked him out too much to keep his mind completely calm.
Idle hands are the Devil's Playthings.
Sure, it was told to him by a zealous nanny who caught him masturbating at age eight… but it was then, when he started masturbating, that his mother told him he needed a hobby. Robots.
But if idle hands were the devil's playthings; in Jack's mind it only made sense that an idle mind was the devil's playground.
And he thought constantly, to keep the devil out of his head.
"Give the devil his due."
Jack's eyes shot open. Kneeling in front of him was his nightmare… his devil….
"Chase!"
"Jack…"
Jack was quickly in crab position, crawling backwards as Chase stalked, like a cat, on his hands and knees toward the red-head. "M-Master Fung?" Jack called, looking over his shoulder.
Chase was closer, now he wasn't stalking Jack, he was on top of him. With Jack's hands crawling away, Chase's hands matched moving forward, one arm on each side of the red-head's stomach, one push away from being shoved.
"He won't come. He never comes to help people in need."
"I should have known." Jack spat, stopping with his movements. Chase took one more crawl closer, so his hips were against the younger's, before stopping with him. "You hardly ever go to Showdowns. I'd be safer with Rai as he fought Hannibal Bean and Wuya than if I stayed alone…"
"You're so smart." Chase's body dropped a foot, he was now chest to chest with his former ally. "You knew that before you said you wouldn't go. Which implies to me, you knew I'd show up… which also implies you stayed behind to see me."
"Go to hell."
"Do you know how annoying you are?" Chase asked, moving his body forward. Jack shuddered in pleasure. "You're so annoying that when I get rid of you, and am no longer annoyed by the sound of you… I'm annoyed at the silence."
"Sounds like a personal problem."
"That's a revolting stench on you. Xiaolin and self-esteem."
Jack huffed, trying to crawl backwards again. Chase put his hand on Jack's back, keeping him in place as he grinded against him again, loving the slight blush that appeared over Jack's nose whenever he got like this. Chase loved it even more now, seeing the pure hatred in the closed eyes of his old lover.
"You dreamed of me last night."
"I dream of you every night."
"Is Raimundo… unsatisfying in the bed department?"
Jack tilted his head to the side, avoiding Chase's warm breath that came over his face like Raimundo's wind. "I doubt it."
Chase gave a cold laugh, putting his forehead on Jack's neck, "Does he not believe in premarital sex, Jackie? How have you lasted a whole week without being touched?"
"I touch myself."
Chase bit and Jack gasped out loud.
"W-Who's at the showdown?"
"Katnappe and Wuya."
"Send your cheerleaders."
"You send yours."
"They'll be home any minute."
Chase smiled. "They just left. We have time for a quick one."
"Chase…"
"Jack Spicer?" Cold wind suddenly hit Jack and when he opened his eyes, Chase was gone and Master Fung was walking outside. "Who were you talking too?"
"Nobody." Jack said, sighing and shaking. "Nobody's here."
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"Get your head in the game, Rai!" Kimiko yelled from the sidelines. The showdown was soccer, Wuya and Katnappe vs Rai and Omi, and things weren't well on the Xiaolin side.
Raimundo could remember a time in school back in Brazil, where the same sort of thing happened to him. In fact, coming to the temple saved him from his high school years being spent in mockery and shame. Every time Wuya or Katnappe would run past him, it was like he was in school again with their taunts meaning more to him than they should.
But it was different this time. This time it wasn't cheerleaders to the soccer team calling him a sissy. He isn't the soccer playing, surfing, skateboarding closeted queer he was.
This was a mother and a sister, who hated who their relative was dating.
It wasn't fair! The girls were leaving Omi wide open as they double teamed (and squashed) Rai every time.
And honestly Rai just wanted to get home and sleep with Jack.
"Focus!"
Raimundo couldn't focus. Between being checked by the girls and Omi's gloats and Clay and Kimiko yelling at him, he could hardly stay on his feet. There was only three minutes left and the Xiaolins were ahead by twenty, but that didn't seem to matter to the Heylin witch and her little black cat.
Raimundo pulled himself up, painfully, wiping his cheek. There was blood on his hand from his face. Great. He was hardly up for five seconds before he came crashing down on his stomach. "Hey, little queer." Katnappe was squatting next to him, whispering in his ear. "You'll never be good enough for Jack and he'll never have you. Not after what he's had."
"Katnappe." All four Xiaolins looked at the Heylin bench. Suddenly, from nowhere, Chase Young appeared. He was standing with his arms crossed in front of him, with an uncharacteristic slight blush over his nose. "Get your head in the game."
"Meow." She said, purring as she left Rai's side to join Wuya near the ball.
It didn't matter. There wasn't time to catch up with the Xiaolins and none of the Heylins, including Chase, seemed to care. Wuya was now prancing around, trying to impress Chase and Katnappe continued making Rai her personal scratching post. Chase was just… out of it.
His eyes were trained on Rai. Even when the brunet moved, the lizard eyes moved with him. However, Raimndo had a feeling the elder male was thinking elsewhere. Or if he was thinking of Rai, it wasn't in this setting: a Xiaolin Showdown.
So when Omi victoriously claimed the new Shen Gong Wu and another from the Heylins and the one they got to keep, Rai kept his eyes on Chase. Only after the showdown, was Chase responsive enough to realize the younger was watching him.
Chase grinned, moving his hands to his hips, slowly, teasingly; in a way that Rai knew kept Wuya doing whatever he wanted. However, it was when one eye closed and his tongue darted out to wet his lips did Rai realize something weird was going on. He felt himself blush and he started to stand.
He felt a hand on his shoulders, push him back down to his knees. Katnappe was behind him, whispering in his ear, "First you try to take Jack from us and now Chase? If you don't stop liking my boyfriends, kid, I'll take you out." She purred. "And what would Jack say with your flirting with Chase?"
When Rai turned around to confront her, she was gone. When he turned back to the benches, Chase was gone, too.
Rai pulled himself to his feet, bloody and bruised, to make his way home and hopefully cuddle with Jack.
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"What the hell happened to you?"
Raimundo was pulled into a soft hug as he stepped down from Dojo and honestly, he hadn't seen Jack standing there, waiting for them; but damn did it feel good. He put his hands on Jack's back lightly, putting his chin on the taller's shoulder. The red-head was shaking and Rai wondered, slightly, if Jack was always so nervous or if he had diabetes or something.
"Xiaolin Showdown."
"Katnappe was over him like flies on a cow pie," Clay said, tipping his hat back to Jack. Jack smiled at him; noting this as their first friendly interaction.
However, seeing the Shen Gong Wu in Omi's beaten-free arms, Jack got confused. "But you won?"
"Yes, Jack Spicer." Omi said, "It was…"
"Why were you the other one to play, Rai?" Rai felt the red-head pull him tighter. "Why not Kimiko or Clay? Why you against Wuya and Katnappe?"
The Xiaolins looked suspiciously at Jack. "How did you know it was a Shen Yi Bu Dare?" Omi asked.
"I know the enemy." Jack sighed, carefully rubbing Rai's back. Rai had to hold back the urge to act like Katnappe and purr at the other's comforting touch.
For some reason, until this moment, Raimundo had never thought Jack was more than just friendly. Surely Jack Spicer, the ex-boyfriend of Katnappe, would never be fully interested in another boy. But when he felt Jack's hands drop, and then go up, under his shirt, on his bare skin…
The other monks had faded away, leaving Jack to half-lead, half-pull Rai to his bedroom.
Raimundo laid on Jack's bed, wondering why the guy that just showed up got a bed, when he, the dragon of wind, simply got a mat on the floor. Rai winced. There had to be an easier way to clean wounds than sticking a wet cloth on them. He let his emerald eyes fall on red ones. The owner of the red eyes was smiling.
He was enjoying this.
"Hey, you sadistic freak, this hurts you know." Rai mumbled, smiling playfully.
"I'm not the sadist. If I was, I'd be making more wounds, not cleaning them." Jack said, running the cloth over a patch of dried blood on Rai's face.
"Then what are you?"
Jack grinned, "I'm the masochist."
Rai knew he'd heard the word before… but whether it was in a psychology classroom back in Brazil or on a documentary on serial killers he watched with Jack, he didn't know.
"You'll learn that soon enough. He learned it and he used it. I don't think you'll be too different." Jack said, now talking to himself.
"It was pretty bad sometimes, too." Jack's hand fell to his chest and winced. Rai could only imagine the amount of pain that had been pushed on the red-head, from all the times the Xiaolins beat him; why would Rai think Jack would have a better home life? The Heylin's probably beat him more. The Heylin "mother" was a witch that was constantly putting her "son" up for adoption and the Heylin Distant-Uncle Chase was a creep.
Rai reached his hand to Jack's and he saw Jack wince from his chest being touched. Rai wondered what was under his shirt that hurt so badly.
Jack's eyes were wide with fear when Rai's made contact with them. There was something beneath Jack's fake macho exterior that Rai wanted to see.
Suddenly, the Heylin genius blushed and his eyes broke from Rai's. "A-Are you comfortable?"
"I had the shit beat out of me by your friends… what do you think?"
"W-Well," Jack said, closing his eyes, "You might be more c-comfortable out of your robes."
"They're like pajamas…" Rai started. However, he realized why Jack had suggested it in the first place when the red-head blushed and looked down. "But they are less comfortable than nothing."
Jack blushed more, looking up to see Raimundo untying the belt around his stomach. He then painfully sat himself up, letting the robe slip, almost teasingly, from his shoulders. Jack, his face now matching his hair and eyes, helped the injured pull off his shirt.
"I-I-Isn't that b-better?" Jack asked, pathetically.
However, Rai didn't stop there. He pushed back with his shoulders, getting his hips above the bed as he started to pull down the white pants that were part of his outfit. He kept his eyes lined with Jack's, and he could tell it was driving the elder crazy.
Raimundo raised an eyebrow and Jack took the hint. In seconds he was scrambling to get his backpack off and about a minute later he was puling off the trench coat and boots. He took off his pants, wearing a pair of boxers with Wal-Mart-style smiley faces on them. Rai noticed that the elder didn't take off his nearly skin tight muscle shirt, another red one, but this one had a picture of Dracula on it.
Why didn't he take it off?
Rai moved over, and again, Jack took the hint. He crawled into the bed and covered himself and Rai up. Rai felt, rather than saw, Jack's insecurity because Jack found his hand in a second and held it lightly, his fingertips just barely intertwined with the dragon's, but enough to feel he was there. Jack also put his chin on a not-so-bruised part of Rai's shoulder.
"Good night Jackie."
Jack smiled. Years of abuse seemed to keep the child in him alive. That must be why the seventeen year old was still calling himself Evil "Boy" Genius, when he was clearly not a boy any longer. Rai's other hand took off Jack's goggles and ran his fingers through his hair. Jack purred softly.
"'Night Rai."
End Chapter 4.
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Songs: Only two! Gasp. Chase better start getting his own lines and not stealing lyrics from songs he's heard coming from Jack's bedroom. -- "I caught fire" by the Used.
The other one was said while Jack was meditating. "Big Girls Don't Cry" by Fergie. I'm trying to expand Jack's horizons. He seems like the type to like a lot of everything, even if he tries to play that he only likes one or two things.
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Teaser for the next chapter: (Sorry I forgot to put one in last time)
As Rai moved closer to Jack to what could have been their first kiss, they suddenly heard a knock on the gate. It was more than weird to hear a knock. First, they were in the middle of nowhere and nobody knew where they were. Second, their parents stopped coming years ago. And Third, the only other people who knew where they were, were the Heylins. And they wouldn't knock.
However, when the Xiaolins and Jack ran to the entrance to see who it was as Master Fung entered the door, they were surprised. It was someone they would expect to see near here, but not knocking on the door looking like an aggravated mother.
"Wuya?" Master Fung asked, looking at the rival with mild curiosity. "What are you doing knocking on our door?"