Anthology of Love
By: CrystallicSky
Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown, or any of the characters in it, so...don't say I didn't tell you that they weren't.
Warning(s):Ok, cursing, malexmale relationship, strong references to sex, but no actual sex scenes, and...probably general stupidity, corniness, or idiocy aside from that.
Notes: Well, lately I've been seeing a good deal of those one-word prompts for short/one-sentence stories, and so I figured I'd give it a try. I did a few, and found something out about myself: I really like them! XD So this would be the result.
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111. Sewers-
Chase didn't know quite what had brought him to the sewers that day, but as he heard a slight splashing noise behind him, it no longer mattered.
"Who's there?" he demanded of the darkness. He heard nothing for a brief moment, but after the hesitant pause, a quiet sound, a dragging noise seemed to approach him.
"...I'm sorry to bother you," a voice spoke, soft and unsure, "but it's been so long since I've been around anyone..."
The figure moved into view, and without entirely meaning to, Chase gaped at the creature.
It appeared to be a young boy, maybe fifteen, of a stark white complexion with hair to match, and red eyes that practically glowed in the dark. He was fairly thin, malnourished, even, and there were dark circles under his eyes from what Chase presumed to be lack of sleep, but the real shocker was from the boy's hips down.
Instead of a nude lower body, as he had been expecting from the bare torso, there was a long, thick serpentine tail, the scales of which were a pale white like his skin but were slightly iridescent under whatever faint traces of light down here they could catch.
Not wanting to give the wrong impression, the poor snake-boy already looking self-conscious of his tail, Chase gave a charming grin, greeting, "It's nice to meet you, then. I'm Chase. Have you been living in this place very long?"
The naga's eyes lit up, excited at being talked to, and he eagerly replied, "My name's Jack! I've lived here most of my life, I guess."
Chase inspected the creature, attractive despite poor physical health, and made a 'hm' noise. "Well, we'll have to do something about that, now won't we?"
112. Underling-
Chase Young was a well-respected king, envied by men, beloved by women. Yes, indeed, he was held in high esteem by everyone, revered and looked up to by all!
No one had any idea he'd been banging an underling of his by the name of Jack for years.
113. Oracle-
Chase ran his clawed and scaled hand through his lover's hair as another vision rendered the boy unconscious.
He had thought himself unlucky growing up, cursed with reptilian hands and feet, not to mention super-human strength and a tail, but now he realized just how short a stick fate had seen fit to give his poor Jack: forced to be an oracle, to see the future from a young age and at the precious cost of his own health, which came bundled with frequent fainting spells and skull-cracking migraines.
Of course, remembering his own brushes with near-heat stroke in the summer because of his cold blood and an almost uncontrollable hunger around small animals (anything in size from a hamster to a Pomeranian), Chase ultimately decided that being a mutant just plain sucked.
114. Swarm-
Jack yelped, frightened upon awakening from a nightmare and shivering as he remembered the scarab-esque insects that had swarmed all over him in his dream.
His heart-beat slowed and his breathing evened, however, when a strong arm pulled him back down to the bed and against a well-muscled chest, an annoyed grunt coming from the man the body belonged to, and Jack realized he had nothing to worry about.
Chase Young was at least twenty-times better bug-protection that Raid or Axe deodorant.
115. Tomb-
Jack's gasp echoed into the abandoned tomb as his lover bit deep into his throat, drawing blood into his mouth.
"Hey," he protested, shoving the vampire partially off of his stitched-together, though still mostly original body (he hadn't been able to find a good deal of his left arm and leg and so needed replacements), "go easy on that, I don't have much of it left."
Chase sighed, licking his lips of the heavenly taste. "A truth I regret to the ends of the Earth, my deceased. If you ever see your murderer again, point him out to me so that I may kill him for putting the treasure of your blood in such short supply."
The reanimated corpse gave a coy grin to his lover, tangling a hand in his dark hair only for it to pop off of the wrist and fall down onto the man's shoulder where it clung for dear life, as if severely not wanting to be on the dusty floor.
"Kill him twice for my hand," he requested. "it never did go back on right once he took that chainsaw to it."
116. Hybrid-
Practically purring as the taste of lycanthrope blood touched his tongue, Chase acknowledged that he didn't know quite what this would do to his lover, the boy's faint struggling in his arms from uncertainty having faded in favor of a half-unconscious slump, but he knew one thing: vampires were immortal and werewolves weren't.
Unless he wanted to lose his Jack, he would have to make him a hybrid.
117. Bachelor Party-
When Raimundo had invited Chase and Jack to his bachelor party, he hadn't expected them to come, and certainly hadn't expected them to ignore both the booze and the women in favor of each other.
Rolling his eyes as things started to get Mature for 18 and up over by the strip joint lounge on which the two males were enjoying themselves, Rai turned back to his topless lap-dance, internally scoffing, "Queers..."
118. Pantomime-
"When you learn the meaning of a term, it can be very disappointing."
Chase arched an elegant eyebrow at the out-of-the-blue statement. "In what way?" he wondered.
"Well," Jack explained, "my mom took me to meet a friend of hers when I was younger, and she told me that he 'pantomimed' for a living. So-"
"Remember what I told you about ending your stories one sentence earlier, Spicer?"
119. Intrusion-
Wuya winced as the image that had burned itself into her mind returned, and she severely wished she had listened to Chase when he told her that he had some important business to handle with Jack Spicer and that he wanted no intrusions.
120. Complexion-
"Jack, love, you have such a fair complexion," Chase tugged the boy under the tree and against his chest, "you should stay here, in the shade."
Yeah, that personality flipping Wu had caused Chase to lose the Showdown, and hell yeah, the dragon would be pretty pissed at him for not protesting when he had walked away from said Showdown to make sure the monks didn't beat the snot out of Jack, then insisting upon taking him for an outing to a beautiful forest, yet untouched by human influence, especially when all it would have taken to snap him out of the state was a particularly hard smack, but Chase wasn't likely to spoil him like this ever again.
He still had a few hours before the Wu's effects wore off on their own and Jack would have to go back to the cold, rarely-expressed though still-there love he was used to, so he figured why not enjoy this while it lasted?
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A/N: So...yeah, a lot of vampire/Halloween ones lately, and I don't know why, so...yeah, whatever.
About Swarm, I mentioned Axe because Matt has actually documented a case of killing a whole ant colony by spraying them with Axe, and I thought that was funny, so I did it. XD And because I don't want to be sued or whatever, I don't own Raid or Axe deodorant, so there, big-wigs! XD
Alright, now, in Bachelor Party, anyone offended by the word 'queer' is kinda being stupid, especially if they complain to me about 'my hatred of homosexual people', because take a look at what I write: slash. Every single story I have posted here is slash, and I have not written one het pairing since joining Fanfiction. What does this tell you? Oh, right, of course, I hate gay people, I want them all to go away and get fixed to be normal or whatever; seriously, come on! FOCUS, PEOPLE!! The only reason I used the word 'queer' is because Rai just sort of seems like the kind of person who would be thinking that if two guys were making out at his sexy bacehlor party; this does not in any way reflect my feelings on homosexuals.
Now that all that bulls--t is out of the way, Pantomime is another bit taken from Demetri Martin, only he used the term 'cat person' instead of pantomime, as in "He's not a cat person, he's a cat liker! A cat person is like, 'Why won't Jim go in the pool? Oh, he's a cat person! Ok.' ". If you don't get the 'pantomime' thing in my version, I figured it could be thought of as a mime who does bits about pants. XD
So, yeah, that's about it, and hope you liked it, despite the fact that some of them are getting a bit long! :D
