Tainted Love
Tomi Sama

Chapter 11:
Without You.

Pairing: JackxRai/JackxChase
Warnings: Slash, fluffiness, and a jealous Chase Young, proverbs, rape, one pissed off Jack Spicer, and one really emo Raimundo.
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: Sorry it's been like… two weeks. I can't decide who I want Jack to end up with. For the next few chapters, I think I'll be focusing on Chase and Jack and their rebuilding of a relationship. Honestly, I don't know who I want to end up with Jack anymore. Chase or Rai? Cast your votes via Reviews.

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It was a time of relevant normalcy in the days to come. Now, the monks were focused fully on their training. Well, three fourths of the monks.

Now, the monks had returned to their normal eating and chores, with only the broken down robots to remind them of an easier time. Well, three fourths of the monks.

And now the monks slept, drained from exhaustion, and had dreamless nights. Well, three fourths of the monks.

Raimundo did nothing. In the days to follow that fateful showdown where he was both saved and lost, he had not trained, nor slept, nor ate. He did not even move to use the bathroom. Since that day, he put himself into a meditative state which Master Fung called the Sickness of Life.

Master Fung said that in extreme cases, dragons would shut themselves off completely, keeping their bodies too weak to move, yet alive; for if these dragons were able to move, they would kill themselves.

And so for almost a week, Rai sat meditating, searching his mind, his spirit, and even heaven for an answer that he didn't even know the question to. What was he searching for? A way to return Jack to him? A way to make Chase pay?

Even the monks didn't know.

But Raimundo's depression took a personal toll on Omi. It was Omi who didn't ask for Jack's freedom; or want it to begin with. It was Omi who'd separated the two. And it was Omi who finally poured the ice water on Rai's head, demanding he wake up.

Rai snapped out of it, spitting and gasping as Omi gave a fresh splash to the brunet.

"Tsunami Strike, Water!"

Rai crawled forward on his hands and knees, gagging, desperate to get out of the stream that was suffocating him.

"Wudai Neptune Water!"

"Wudai Star Wind!" With a sudden gust, the water flew everywhere, drenching everything in Rai's room in an instant.

Rai glared daggers up at the yellow boy, growling and soaking wet. Omi held his ground, matching his angry glare perfectly; as if he had a reason to be bad. With weakness, Rai wavered first, eyelids dropping as he laid himself down.

As he was about to close his eyes, he saw an apple placed down. When he looked up, hand over the food, Omi was walking out, hands behind him with his head held high.

Rai vowed never to put his friends through his depression again.

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Who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks? Jack thought with a grin on his lips as Chase's expert fingers worked idly on the spot behind his ears. Chase was almost asleep, and the fingers were slowing down, but it was such a perfect spot… Jack purred and nuzzled into Chase's hand.

In the days that Jack had been home, with Chase, hardly anything had changed. Chase still plotted world domination, and Wuya and Katnappe still hung on him as if they weren't at the challenge. For the first day, Chase's pride wouldn't let him look upon his allies, but since, Jack hadn't left his side.

And as a cat, Chase could tolerate the red-head.

In fact, for the first time, Jack had awoke and Chase had been there, sleeping on his stomach with his hands under his head, eyelids fluttering slightly in a dreamful sleep. Jack pawed closer and watched him.

The disheveled black-green hair and the way his back moved with every breath was like watching Damien sleep. The Omen had been one of Jack's favorite movies, growing up; and watching Chase sleep gave him the same freakish chill that Damien's smile gave him.

The only thing that Jack couldn't figure out was why they hadn't resumed their normal sex rate. Surely in the week he spent with the monks Chase's sex drive plummeted. Chase, like himself, hadn't gotten any in two weeks. (Well, Jack couldn't be sure he didn't just go to Wuya or Katnappe, but the way they both wanted him back… it seemed like they weren't Chase's new toys…) Jack knew his body was going through withdrawal. How could Chase be living?

But in all honesty, Jack was in heaven. Especially when Chase would open his yellow eyes and smile at him, before his hand would collide tiredly with Jack's furry head, to resume the petting that had been taking place before he fell asleep. Life, for Jack, was perfect.

Until he closed his eyes.

In the horrors of his dreams, he couldn't forgive himself. The same reoccurring nightmare made Jack second guess his happiness. It would start with him and Chase fucking, like most of his dreams did. When everything was done, they cuddled and dream-Jack would start to fall asleep. However, from the corner he would hear sobbing, so he would get up and look.

Raimundo was there, but he wasn't the one crying. Raimundo was crossing his arms, clearly pissed off, with his arms folded, looking away. The sobbing came from the two boys next to Raimundo. Little Rai, in his suspenders with Ninja Fred under one arm, held Little Jack's hand in the other. Little Jack had no comfort bear. Little Jack just sobbed uncontrollably.

Chase would come up behind Jack and hug him, asking him to shut the stupid kids up. Afraid, Little Jack and Little Rai run to Raimundo and the three of them started to yell insults at Jack, like he was a gold-digger that stuck someone with a bunch of kids. How they couldn't believe what he was doing… how they couldn't believe he would give up pure love for… whatever Chase was offering.

How he was a dirty whore.

And the whole time, Chase would start kissing him.

It was all so distracting.

"Good Morning, Jackie." Chase mumbled, tiredly. With a knowing grin, he added, "Bad dream?"

"No." Jack mumbled, licking his lips. He couldn't get over the fuzzy feeling; "I had a fucking peachy dream."

"You dream of sex and distrust, Jack Spicer. You will never be happy."

Jack rolled over, grumbling on his back. Chase didn't mind, his petting resumed to Jack's stomach and the tiger-cat purred; his body betraying him. "How do you know what will make me happy?"

"I don't. But I know you'll always be unhappy. That's the life of the wise, Jack. They know far too much to be happy. Do you think Aristotle was happy?"

"I never met him."

"Einstein?"

"I don't—."

"Daniel Temmet?"

"He's not a genius, he's a savant. And how would I know if any of them were happy?"

Chase smiled and looked up. "Hemmingway shot himself, you know. As did Kurt Cobain. You've heard of Cobain…" An annoyed frown was all Chase got in reply. "They couldn't take the depression of the world. They were geniuses Jack."

"So now I'm going to kill myself?"

"Someone will, by the end of this ordeal."

Jack sighed. Chase used to play these mind games, a long time ago, right after they first became lovers and right before it all happened. Jack always thought it was a way for Chase to dominate the intellectual spotlight, or somehow manage to get an answer as to why Jack was following him around. But this time bothered him. Chase sounded so confident when he said someone would die, and instantly he thought of Raimundo.

Rai… Jack's Brazilian Sex God. Jack didn't have the self-confidence to think he was missed. Rai was probably training hard, pissed at being led on only to be dumped; or possibly joyous, happy to be free of Jack's obsessive tyranny. All of the monks, Omi especially, must be glad to have him gone… why would they miss him?

Chase chuckled as if he heard Jack's thoughts and honestly, Jack thought he could read minds. "What?" Jack asked.

"You."

"What about me?"

"You'll never be happy."

Jack wished he was still a human so he could stand and walk off, dramatically, demanding to know who Chase thought he was. He wished to be braver, more daring but an annoyed, "We already went over this," was all he managed.

"I was told that this was all you'd ever wanted. I was told that if I did this for you, you would be mine forever." Chase looked like one of those boys in the gay bars back home. The really hot ones that are creeps and start talking about marriage when all you wanted was a fuck. "To have you wake up, and me be lying next to you."

"Yeah, so?"

"So are you happy?"

Jack knew Chase was just being rhetorical and an asshole so he didn't answer. He looked away until he suddenly felt like he was being stretched. He cried in pain and looked at Chase, but when he looked, he saw white instead of red. He looked at his hands. Human.

Chase snaked his arm around Jack's stomach, pulling the smaller boy closer, lying against him. Jack blushed, feeling Chase's hard on through his pants, instantly receiving one himself.

"Bout Time!" Was Jack's instant reply as Chase sat up, putting one arm on the other side of Jack, looking down at the red-head in his human state. Jack laid on his back, looking back up.

Chase went slow, an attempt to simulate what Jack wanted, but it just drove the redhead crazy. The slow movements got to him, and after what seemed like five minutes, Chase's lips were finally on his. Jack couldn't take it. With all the strength he could muster, he flipped Chase, the elder "oof"ed as his back slammed into the bed, Jack's hands on his shoulders.

One hand held Chase down, the other knotted quickly through his hair, pulling the elder up. Chase's eyes were wide as Jack pushed their lips together. A bite to Chase's bottom lip granted the redhead entry, and he took full advantage of his dominating state.

With a sudden jerk, Chase whimpered, the feeling of his silk pajamas rubbing against him as Jack jerked overwhelming.

Jack broke the kiss, moving lower on Chase's body, for better leverage before pushing them together again. Chase's hands instinctively went to Jack's hips, to keep the younger rocking at any cost. Jack sat up, hands on Chase's chest with his back arched, grinding to a specific rhythm that the other boy couldn't figure out.

But Jack was fascinated with the person under him. Eyes squinted, but not fully shut. The pure lust in his eyes was coated with something else. Something Chase had always tried desperately to not show; not necessarily love, but something…

Jack thrust again and Chase's mouth opened, gasping as his eyes rolled back slightly. He heard the older boy moan his name, and Jack dug his nails into the flesh under him. This time it's different, Jack thinks as he thrusts hard, making their covered flesh rub against each other, extracting a moan from both of them. This time Jack has the control.

Jack thrust, faster, in cut time to his own beat. Letting his own head roll back, enjoying the leather pants torment his bare flesh underneath; the feeling of a hard Chase trying to be submissive under him. Jack closed his eyes. The white of orgasm was already starting from the outside, his minds eye making a perfect image of what he and Chase looked like in that moment. Grinding, grinding, as the white invaded, closer to the center of his vision.

His perfect fantasy came to life before his eyes as he shot, dirtying his pants in the process. He stopped moving and rolled off of Chase, instantly tears streaming from his eyes as he thought of Raimundo. Chase sighed, looking down at himself in anguish. Chase hadn't came yet. Jack crawled from the bed, tears streaming his face as he walked to the bathroom. The elder groaned as he arched his back, bringing his hips from the bed. In one fluid motion, his pants were off and he was rubbing himself to the beat Jack had previously made.

Hearing the water running, Jack washing the trace of their tryst away, Chase stared at the doorway. When Jack reappeared in the doorway, Chase smiled at him.

"Do you know how hard that was for me?"

Jack aimed his tear soaked eyes at Chase, the creepy grin made him gulp. "What?"

"Being submissive. And you didn't even finish me off."

"Chase…"

Chase was out of the bed, walking in his nude glory to the teenager in the bathroom. He grabbed the red head, ripping the jacket off, the buttons flying everywhere. His pants were gone just as fast, and the redhead was being pulled weightlessly to the bed once more; proving to Jack that he hadn't had the control before. Chase could have flipped him so easily.

"No, please. Chase!"

"No, Jack." Chase growled, tossing the boy to the bed. He bounced once, propping himself on his elbows as he tried to crawl backwards. Chase was on him in a second, eyeing Jack's already-hard-again hard on with a grin. "You're such a stupid little whore. I know you want this." He touched his finger to the tip of Jack's head, causing a moan from the younger, from contact.

"C-Chase."

In one fluid motion, Chase flipped Jack, the redhead now on his belly with his bum sticking in the air. Feeling instant pressure, he cried out, but it didn't hurt. He was hoping, but knowing it wouldn't work, that if Chase thought he was hurting Jack, he'd stop. He didn't. Anyway, it was one finger.

Make that two.

"Get off of me!" Jack yelled, eyes shutting as Chase teased Jack's favorite spot. The yell, Jack was aware, was more of a moan and Chase laughed and pulled out. There was that dull, cold moment of awkwardness as Chase lined himself up. For Jack it was always the "what the hell am I doing moment?" but just like every other time, when Chase eased his way into Jack, the redhead forgot his thought, concentrating souly on the pleasure and pain.

"It's amazing." Chase whispered, leaning down to be closer to Jack's ear. "Two weeks and you're as tight as a virgin."

"Well maybe you shouldn't be so fucking rough." Jack growled back, rocking his hips backwards, nearly violently to get Chase moving.

"Whore."

"I was a virgin before I met you."

"I don't believe it."

Chase pulled out, then pushed back in. Four-four time to Jack's beat earlier and Jack knew that like himself, he'd be in cut time when he was done. It was silence for Chase, but the way Jack had his hands over his head, giving a soft grunt of a note each time Chase was fully in him, he knew Jack had a song in his head.

Cut time again, Jack was moaning Chase's favorite song; the song of pain and pleasure, the song of a masochist. He could see the redhead dig his fingers into his scalp, dying for more pain. And so Chase dug his nails into Jack's sides. The moan he received put him over.

In the big, cymbal finale, Jack came again. The orgasm sent his muscles on edge, unable to stop the spasm. Chase felt it at its center, contracting around him, and he too, came.

The same, and opposite happened as last time. Someone got up and walked to the bathroom, and someone cried. The same person cried, but it was Chase who walked to the bathroom. When he left, the coldness swept Jack. He felt horrible as he sat up, trying to work this out.

He was a whore. A dirty, skanky whore who loved to be touched more than he loved to feel love. He brought his fingers to his sides, the bleeding from Chase's nails still flowing. He lifted a bloody finger to his lips and licked, the copper taste a wonderful symbol of pleasure and pain.

The cold he felt as the tears came rendered only guilt. That he would do something sexual with Chase Young after claiming he loved Raimundo. Did he love Raimundo? Did he love Chase?

Jack frowned, wiping the tears free of his face as he walked to the corner, to the cat bed Katnappe had been sleeping on the day before and laid down, turning back into his cat form instantly.

Chase walked out and plopped on his bed, patting it as to say that he didn't care if Jack slept with him. The striped cat turned away, crying once more.

"So, Jack? Are you happy?" Chase asked.

"Go to fucking hell, Chase Young." Jack said, cuddling with himself as he cried himself to sleep with guilt.

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Songs None!

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NEXT TIME!

Suddenly Chase opened his eyes, his body shaking slightly as his eyes found Jack's. "I was going to ask you to train with me… but a new Shen Gong Wu just reviled itself and I'm sure you'll want to go.

"What?" Before Jack could say anymore he was human. "No!"

They were there.

Rai was there, sporting the white hoody. It wasn't Jack's favorite outfit for the other boy, but the comfort of normalcy was enough.

(PS: Cast your votes. RAI or CHASE? Honestly, I'm liking Chase more, so convince me, Rai-fans.)