68. Fallen

There are some things you wished you never did. Things you regret and things you wished you regretted. For Jack Spicer, it was falling for Chase Young. Jack knew it wasn't just a crush he felt for the beautiful man, but very much a feeling of love and adoration towards him. No matter how much he told himself not to or how many times he tried to ignore the feeling, he still felt the pull in his heart towards the warlord.

Chase was his idol, not a boyfriend candidate. Jack often asked himself, why he felt this way towards him. He only continued to make the warlord angry; make him sneer in his direction, or even worse: ignored.

Chase Young was a proud man, but he also had flaws. Many years alone caused paranoia, to which Jack always popped over to see Chase every once in a while in order to keep Chase sweet. Although, it often resulted in either getting chewed by his cats or simply thrown out on his rump. But Jack still kept up the visits. Also paranoia caused stress of unknown proportions, which caused Chase to be angry most of the time. Jack just happened to be very patient. Jack didn't care, he would gladly wait.

Jack remembered when he first realised he was in love with Chase. It was a late night and he was working on a laser gun that would paralyse the enemy when fired. The epiphany occurred when Chase's face appeared randomly on his computer screen. Jack had jumped at the voice that penetrated the lab, vibrations coursing through the air.

"Spicer, you insolent worm. I require a certain wu in your keep." Jack hadn't the slightest clue what Chase would want, but he had no choice but to give it to him.

"Which wu would that be? I only have the Monkey staff left. Ashley took the lot. I'm practically on empty!" Jack remembered Chase's disappointed and angry scowl on that screen.

"You are pathetic, worm." And then just like he had appeared he had left. Jack felt his heart race and disappointment coursed through his veins. Not because Chase hadn't got what he wanted, or that he had disappointed him. But because that gorgeous face was no longer on his large screen. Jack had been terrified of that development. Jack was sure he was straight, but going back in his memories he realised why he had no luck with women. He was simply gay.

His parents were supportive, much to Jack's surprise. His older brother, Jason, had even called it. Jack was happy his family was supportive, but telling Chase was another story. The man projected pride, completeness, grandiose intellect and superb strength. Jack had no chance with the man, he knew this. But in order to get over the initial hurdle, Jack must tell Chase in order to move on.

Chase was passive as usual, even bored with the mere mention of Jack's name in his presence. Jack believed that Chase didn't care or even acknowledge him. Jack knew he screwed up his chance to be his apprentice, and tried since then to be more evil to capture Chase's attention. But Chase was more interested in that pipsqueak chrome-dome. Jack also remembered how jealous he felt whenever Omi was mentioned. Chase favoured the dwarf monk more than him. What hurt most was that Jack could see why.

Omi was full of energy and excelled greatly in his training. While his linguistic skills of slang were much to be desired, he was very much a fantastic fighter. Jack was none of these things and Jack hated it.

Jack had tried numerous times to find teachers to help him learn and master all martial arts. But they all said the same thing.

"You are much too weak, I'm afraid. Your albinism and weak bones won't allow your body to get any stronger, Jack. I'm sorry. I'm afraid I cannot teach you." Jack was most certainly outraged.

Jack would often curse his body and its faults. All he wanted was to be noticed, to have people proud of him. But, alas, the one person Jack wanted to impress wanted nothing to do with him.

Jack would often make fun of Omi and Chase, just to make himself feel better. But after he would then wallow in self pity and apologise to an imaginary Chase. Jack was embarrassed of his faults. He always hated himself for not being normal. Maybe then, he would stand a chance against the monks.

The moment Jack realised the best way to talk to the warlord, instead of pissing him off, was by letter.

The genius poured his heart and soul onto paper. He had stated that he didn't care if the warlord did not feel the same, he just wanted to tell him. Just to get it off his chest. Jack wanted it all out. He wanted to go away and never return, he hated his faults and his one strength couldn't help him.

Nor could his idol.

Jack had even written how much he truly hated Chase. How much he was a pompous ass, how he belittled everyone without even seeing if they were truly worth his time. How much pride he exuded on a daily basis, which made him look like a complete asshole. But Chase was evil after all.

Jack watched as drops of liquid had started to land and soak in on the paper. He didn't care if he were to die just because he was honest, he merely needed to get this off his chest.

Jack could imagine the cruel laughter of the warlord as he read the letter. 'Stupid boy,' he would say, 'Like I give a damn about your petty feelings and oh so loving heart, I need warriors and evil ones at that. Not sorry excuses.' Jack felt his heart break at the horrible thought. But he had written his letter and told a Jack-bot to send it.

Jack could only wait.

But he didn't have to wait long, the bot hadn't even left the room when Chase had teleported into the lab, surprising Jack extensively. Jack refused to look at Chase, or even catch his eye. What had the warlord come to moan about now?

"Spicer," he said uncharacteristically soft, Jack's ears picked up on this immediately. The bot turned in the door way and handed the warlord the letter. Jack felt his cheeks heat up as the man opened the envelope and read it.

The wait was agonising.

Jack waited for the dragon-man to tear his throat apart once the letter was place on the table. Jack felt his heart leap into his throat as Chase made his way over to where Jack stood.

What would Chase do? He was rather calm, which almost scared the boy. Chase had finally reached him, standing mere inches from him. Jack let out a shaky breath and braved a look. Jack felt the embarrassment and heartache flow through him, but when he me the warlord's eyes, he was shocked.

What Jack saw was hurt.

Never, would he have thought hurt would cross the warlord's face and be the one to show out of his emotions. But it had, and it left Jack very puzzled.

"Cha-" Chase stopped him by raising a hand. Jack silenced his voice immediately.

"Spicer," Chase had said softly again. "I cannot believe how little you think of me. But then again, I can also understand why." Jack looked away, unable to keep eye contact with him. But his face was turned, forced to face Chase. Chase fingertips stroked his cheek with such tenderness it almost made Jack want to cry. The sheer force of affection Chase was showing was almost unreal.

"How do I know you aren't Bean?" Chase smiled sadly, understanding the question completely.

"Even Bean wouldn't go this low. Plus he doesn't care for feelings." Jack nodded back but stayed cautious. He knew Chase noticed.

"I would never hurt you on purpose, Jack." Jack scoffed, instantly remembering the tyrannosaurus-rex incident. Chase knew why.

"Back then, I didn't know. When I found out you were in love with me, I pretended not to know since." Jack felt his tears betray him as they cascaded down his cheeks, making his eyeliner run also.

"I stayed out of your way in showdowns, I only turned up to your citadel to avoid being seen as suspicious. I only-" Chase silenced him again with a finger to his lips.

"I know, Spicer. I'm trying to explain why." Jack remained quiet and Chase gently wiped away Jack's black tears from his cheeks. Chase pulled him to his chest, allowing Jack to finally hold him like he wanted to. Jack immediately wrapped his arms around the warlord's middle and rested his head on his chest plate.

"See it from my point of view, Spicer. I show up to collect a Sheng Gong wu, and a beautiful person falls literally into my arms. His colouration so beautiful and unique, it almost stuns me. But I am Chase Young, such a thing should not distract me. I acted back then. Pretended, just to save my reputation. I could see the adoration in your eyes, Jack. It was wondrous to know you had, perhaps, felt the same way." Jack sniffed as he felt more tears run down his cheeks, colliding with the cold metal of Chase's armour.

"The more I saw you, the more I fell. The more I realised you were the one for me. I didn't care if you couldn't fight, I felt like I wanted to protect you. I didn't care if you were terrible at evil, I felt like I wanted to teach you. I tried to, I only threw you out because I could no longer take the urges within me. The dragon in me wanted to take you. Make you mine. You are just a boy, I would never forgive myself if I did such a thing." Jack chose to look up at that moment, their eyes locking in an intense gaze.

"I chose to ignore you and you were persistent to stay in my sight. That I was grateful for." Chase smiled gently and ran a hand through Jack's red locks, pulling the red head's goggles off. Jack closed his eyes as he felt Chase's palm rest against his cheek. Jack leant into the touch.

"I'm sorry for the way I treated you, Spicer. We can't-" Jack opened his eyes in that moment and pulled the warlord down for kiss.

The kiss was desperate on Jack's part. Jack felt Chase give in for this one moment, feeling ecstatic that he did. Their lips and tongue battled against each other, emotions coming off the both of them in waves. Jack clung to Chase, wishing this moment would never end. His white hands clutching at Chase's black mane while Chase's gloved ones were grabbing possessively at Jack's waist.

Their breathing doubled and soon they had to pull apart, breathing heavily to force air back into their lungs. Jack looked Chase in the eye, ruby to gold. He pleaded.

"Please don't say no..."

Chase visibly deflated at the soft plead. Jack hugged the warlord again in hopes to change his mind. Chase merely finished what he was going to say.

"We can't go back and change what has happened, I won't allow it." It was Jack's turn to deflate, a sigh resounded from his lips. He pushed the warlord gently to get out of the grip he bestowed. Jack didn't want to hear any more. But Chase didn't allow it.

"But there is one thing I can do now." This caught Jack's attention their eyes catching again.

"We can start again from here on out." Chase smiled which Jack found himself smiling back.

"You mean it?" Jack asked, completely hopeful that this moment wasn't a dream. Chase grinned at the sight of his Jack.

"Yes, Spicer. I mean it." Jack laughed and pounced the warlord to get a hug. Chase chuckled and caught the genius with ease, pulling the genius tight to his body.

The two shared the embrace for a while longer before pulling their heads back slightly to look at each other again.

"Thank you for not laughing at my feelings." Jack said quietly, smiling at the sheer silliness of them now. Chase grinned.

"Though there is one thing I must address to you, Spicer." Jack tilted his head in confusion, Chase wanted to squeal at the cuteness of the movement but retained the emotion within him.

"Stop worrying about Omi. He is nothing to me of that sort." Jack smiled and pulled the warlord into a kiss.

Jack remembered when he first realised he was in love with Chase. But now, this was entirely different. This was the start of something bigger, something more fantastical: soul mates.

69. Sixty Nine

"Why is the sex position sixty nine, called so?" Jack asked curiously, as he cuddled up to the warlord in bed. They were currently in the middle of their afterglow, just finishing their sexual escapades just moments ago. Chase chuckled.

"Why would you want to know? I thought it was rather obvious." Jack scoffed and punched the warlord in the stomach gently.

"No I get why. 6 and 9 represent each person's body, the round shape of each number is each person's head, and line-part of the number is each person's private parts. For example, each person is giving the other person head. But I meant was why was it called sixty nine? I mean, why that number? And more specifically, who thought that was a good idea to name it that?" Jack gently lifted his head to look at the warlord and raised an eyebrow when Chase grinned at him.

"Yin and Yang, Spicer." Jack pulled a face which gestured for Chase to carry on.

"Here we go, the 1548 year old encyclopaedia..." Jack laughed but paused so Chase could speak. "Mutual simultaneous oragenitalism is usually referred to in English under the euphemistic French numerical form, 'soixante-neuf.' The ancient Chinese Yang and Yin (male & female) symbol is identical. The term 'soixante-neuf' has not been traced any earlier than certain 'Whore's Catechisms' published in the 1790s in France, usually attributed to the … early leader of the French Revolution, Mlle. Théroigne de Méricourt."

Jack made Chase stop, just so he could kiss the warlord senseless. He loved it when Chase acted like knew everything. He pulled back grinning.

"I know I keep saying this, but can my brain PLEASE marry yours?" Chase chuckled at the silliness his mate was showing.

"Easy, Spicer. Kiss me like that again and you'll find yourself in the sixty nine position within seconds." Jack grinned dirtily at that and climbed onto of the warlord backwards, pulling the sheet back to reveal his lover's manhood.

"Is that a challenge, babe?" Chase growled and clawed at the lily white cheeks in front of him. Jack smirked and licked down Chase's happy tail.

They didn't really care about the history of the position.

Only that it was a lot of fun.

70. Short

The one thing Chase loved about Jack, was the fact he was short. Not because he could tower over him when they looked at each other or because he could make fun of him. It was because he felt taller and needed. Chase's height was an average 5'7" while Jack stood at 5'2". Jack would always stand on his tip-toes just to peck the warlords lips which Chase found completely endearing.

Chase liked it when Jack couldn't reach something, always calling Chase to get it for him with ease. The way Jack would stretch or find a ridiculous way just to get what he needed, like climbing on chairs or jumping up onto the counter in the kitchen just so he can get into a cupboard.

Chase felt too evil sometimes, watching Jack struggle to reach was just too good to pass up. Watching as the genius' top would rise up revealing a toned stomach or his back, it was mouth watering. Jack would often get agitated with it, but Chase would always come to his rescue.

Jack loved and hated how short he was. Hated it because he couldn't do things like Chase could, but he loved it as Chase would often embrace him from behind and kiss him on top of his head, resting his chin on it afterwards. Jack felt safe whenever he was in Chase's arms and Chase revelled in it.

It was heaven.

Jack would often use this fault of his just to get the warlord to reach something for him, just so he could press himself against the broad chest and look up at the warlord not-so-innocently. Chase loved this also.

Jack would often say things that were completely normal, but it had such a dirty and intimate setting wrapped around it.

"Thank you," Jack would say, looking up cutely and capturing the warlord's stare. Chase would whisper, "You're welcome." Pressing the genius into the counter, bending down so his face would be in reach of Jack's. Jack would then grin and slip away, teasing his lover intentionally. Chase would smirk and he would follow.

Jack's being short was a turn on and Chase loved it.

Drunk Kit is Drunk. Yup, I wrote this whilst drunk! XD

Fallen: Holy crap! This one is long! I dunno, maybe I should get drunk more XD This is totally my head cannon!
Sixty Nine: IT HAD TO BE DONE! XD Shamelessly stolen info from Wikipedia XD
Short: This is my boyfriend's excuse XD He is like 6' something and I'm only 5'3" XD

Xiaolin Showdown (c) Christy Hui
Story (c) Me

R&R please!

Kit x