Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown.

Warnings: Homosexuality and heavy implications of sex.

In the citadel of the Great Chase Young, a young, redheaded man was humming happily to himself as he poured a whole bowl of batter into a pan, making sure not to spill anything. The evil genius smiled brightly to himself when the bowl was empty before putting it off to the side to enjoy later while he waited for the cake to bake. He lifted the pan up, noticing just how heavy it was, but nevertheless made his way to the oven.

Jack tried to get even closer to the oven, but the pan proved to be far too heavy for his noodle arms to carry and it slipped out of his hands. It landed on the floor in a proportion that caused part of the batter to leap out and attached itself to the evil genius. Jack screamed as it covered him before slipping on the rest of the batter and landing hard on his rear.

"Aww, shit…" the youth hissed as he shut his eyes in pain. "Dammit, that hurt…"

"I can tell. Only you would mess up something as simple as placing a pan in the oven."

Hearing that voice, Jack moaned pitifully to himself. "Ohhh, you're home early…"

"This displeases you? I was under the impression you loved my company."

The goth finally opened his eyes to see his lover towering over him. "Quite being a jerk and help me up."

Chase did so obligingly, pulling his mate up from the ground. Jack almost slipped against form the slippery batter, but Chase helped him stay on his feet, earning him a quick mutter of thanks from Jack.

"Might I ask why you were baking a cake?" Chase inquired. "And if it's for our anniversary, I'll have you know that's still three months away, so don't even think about trying to trick me."

Jack rolled his eyes. "I was planning to surprise you, doofus. I knew you would be tired and frustrated after dragon-hunting and I wanted to give you a nice dessert to come home to…such is my love for you." The youth ended his explanation with a slightly sarcastic tone before sighing as he leaned against the counter.

"How sweet of you," Chase remarked, but his tone held a rare kindness to it. He glanced down at the ruined batter before glancing back up at his mate. "Well, I suppose it's the thought that counts."

"Heh, yeah," Jack scoffed lightly, folding his arms. "I just…just wanted to do something special for you. I know how annoyed you are after dragon-hunting and when I try to do one nice thing for you, I fuck it up."

The dragonlord noticed his consort's sad aura and curled an arm around his waist. "Mate, you do plenty of nice things for me. You take the liberty of brushing my hair, cleaning my wounds when I'm in my dragon form and I can't reach them, and just a month ago made my soup for me when I was too sick to get up and do it myself."

Jack smiled gently at him at the words before sighing in defeat. "You and your stupid logic."

"One of us has to have common sense," the dragonlord stated with a wink.

"Shut up, you ass," Jack said, shoving him on the shoulder, but he was now smiling.

Chase smiled back at him before glancing down at the batter lying all over the floor. "It seems we won't be having any dessert tonight, though."

Jack's smile weakened slightly at the reminder and Chase, noticing this, shot his consort a dirty grin. "However…I have a much better idea for dessert…"

"You did not just say that!" Jack said with a snort and a giggle. "That is, like, the most clichéd line ever!"

"Are you complaining about my proposition?" Chase asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

There was a pause before Jack whispered huskily, "I'll get the whipped cream…"

A/N: This one was inspired by Kit-Kit-Em. I know everyone's done this before, but I wanted to have them both be totally aware that yes, they are being very cliche here. But still...does that stop them form having their fun? Of course not! Hope you liked it!