71. Karaoke

Jack couldn't keep himself from laughing, he almost guffawed as he struggled to breathe. Not because of what he saw was funny, or was embarrassing but because Chase was being sweet. It wasn't often, but it wasn't random.

It was funny watching Chase act so clearly out of character. Jack knew this was a brilliant idea and wished he had gotten Chase to do this sooner. The two of them had agreed they could do what the other had planned as long as they both agreed on it. Jack whined and pulled his lethal pout on his lover which caused Chase to reluctantly agree in the end.

Within minutes of getting comfortable, Chase was completely drunk out of his head and Jack couldn't stop giggling.

Watching the Warlord stagger out of his seat, which was at a private table for just the two of them, was the most amusing thing Jack had ever seen. Chase was always in control of his actions, completely calm and collected. He never drank any alcoholic beverages, unless it was a glass or two of wine at dinner. Chase had somehow downed 42 shots of vodka and polished a bottle of champagne to himself. This left Jack completely stunned but happy that Chase wanted to let his hair down for a change.

But Jack almost hid his face as soon he saw Chase stagger to the karaoke machine.

"Oh geez..." Jack whispered to himself, giggling also in slight embarrassment. Chase was going to regret this.

Jack snickered as Chase had to hold the monitor in order to read it, he was screwed if he couldn't read the lyrics! Jack got his phone out to capture the moment and embarrass Chase in the morning.

What Jack didn't expect, was the song Chase had picked out. Jack felt the colour drain from his face completely, from embarrassment and regret that he didn't stop him. Jack changed his mind and placed his phone away.

"For my Jack." Was all Chase said as the intro began, Jack sat and shrunk in his seat as eyes turned to him. Jack wanted to laugh as Chase started to sway on the stage, but the eyes kept him stoic in case he'd made a mock of himself.

"They say we're young and we don't know, won't find out until we grow." Jack whined in his seat, the eyes had turn back to Chase. Jack had to admit that Chase had a beautiful singing voice, he just didn't expect Chase to be such a loveable drunk.

"Well I don't know if all that's true, you got me and baby, I got you." Chase not once took his ember eyes off his consort. Jack felt the embarrassment slowly ebb away but it was still there.

"Babe. I got you, babe. I got you, babe." Chase sent a wink back at Jack, whom had looked away shyly. Jack could hear several people say, 'This is so romantic.' Jack couldn't help but agree with them. "They say our love won't pay the rent, before it's earned, our money's all been spent. I guess that's so, we don't have a pot, but at least I'm sure of all the things we got." Jack look back and on with an unsure look, not quite understanding this choice of song. Suddenly, Chase changed the microphone to a cordless one and headed straight towards him. Jack could almost feel the redness reach his ears but he couldn't help but smile.

"Babe, I got you babe. I got you babe. I got flowers in the spring, I got you to wear my ring. When I'm sad, you're a clown. And when I get scared, you are always around." Chase had his hand stretched out, waiting for the boy to take it. Jack hesitantly took it and wrapped his arms around Chase's neck, as the Warlord continued to sing. Many other people had gotten up, and begun dancing and swaying to Chase's melodious voice and choice in song.

"So let 'em say that my hair's too long," Jack snickered at the line and looked Chase in the eye and noticed that Chase was looking right at him. "I don't care, with you I can't do wrong." Jack and Chase grinned knowing that they will do wrong, but together they shall do so.

"Then put your little hand in mine," Chase pulled a hand from his shoulder and clasped it firmly with his free hand, rubbing the back of Jack's hand lovingly. Jack smiled and Chase returned it, causing his breath to catch mid sentence, but he recovered quickly. "There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb."

Chase briefly paused to kiss Jack's fingers, causing Jack to smile sweetly and his face redden slightly. Jack felt his heart flutter in absolute joy and pride. Chase had shown his love for him in public for the first time and wasn't afraid to show it. This was the sole reason for the song.

"Babe, I got you babe. I got you, babe. I got you, babe." Jack couldn't help but grin lovingly at his dragon-man. "I got... you, babe." Chase said instead of singing it. Jack plucked the microphone from Chase's hand and dropped it on the floor, creating a 'donk' as it collided. Jack then pulled the Warlord into a passionate kiss, which made the Warlord almost stumble from the intensity.

A roar of an applause erupted in the club, which Chase and Jack had not noticed but each other.

"I love you, Jack." Chase said softly, completely sober. Jack grinned and whispered it back.

"You weren't drunk at all, were you?" Jack narrowed his eyes in a mock glare, still smiling. Chase grinned back, eye completely agreeing with Jack's question.

"I just merely proved I can be a fun person too, Jack. That, and I certainly am not embarrassed of you in anyway." Jack felt moved by that answer and tears welled up in his eyes. Jack sniffed and hugged Chase tightly.

"Fucking bastard." Chase laughed but held Jack nonetheless.

72. Mirror

Chase polished the mirror in his study, taking excellent care of its magnificent grandness. Chase smiled as he caught his reflection in the glass.

If some had asked if Chase was vain, he would gladly say so. He knew he was gorgeous, attractive and sinful seduction at its best. He would show how he was beautiful in every way, just by a cocky smirk or a sexy grin that adorned on his features. He would flick his hair out of his face, eyes closed, relishing in the eyes that were glued to his person.

If his armour was not on and he was wearing something akin to civilian clothes, he would certainly revel in the stares of want and jealousy onto his person if he merely wandered around a town or city.

Chase looked at himself and stood straight. His posture confident and powerful, his eyes narrowed in seduction and chest pushed out. Chase was the optimum of the sin: lust, and the other Heylin know it. Jack certainly knew it. Good gracious, did the boy know it. Chase saw the looks, he wasn't blind.

Jack would stare sometimes. Watching how Chase's hair blew gently in the wind, black wisps curling around the Warlord's armour. How the sun glistened upon Chase's tanned skinned face and almost cause Chase's teeth to twinkle when he grinned.

But that was years ago, six years ago to be exact. Chase had claimed Spicer for his own since. The boy single-handedly rid the monks of two vital team mates with fantastical easy. Jack had hired an actor to take Guan and Fung to a spar, where Jack had poisoned the water there. The poison was so advanced that it was untraceable. The boy had successfully made a weapon that could kill his enemies discretely. This caught Chase's attention and Jack was more than thrilled.

Chase had realised that Jack was more of a background evil-doer. He knew Jack hated it. So he began to investigate Jack more thoroughly, getting to the know the boy more. Before Chase knew it, he was completely in love with the genius. Hence them being together since.

Chase smiled at the memory and went back to cleaning, ignoring his reflection. As vain as he was, he believed he wasn't as beautiful as his Jack.

"Are you really that vain that you would gladly stand in front of a mirror, and practically fall in love with yourself?" Came the voice from the doorway of the bedroom. Chase grinned and turned to see his consort, smirking at him with a lustful and nefarious intent.

"Spicer, you know the answer to that." Chase countered, flicking his hair over his shoulder gently. Jack snickered.

"I take that as a 'yes', then?" Chase dropped the rag he used to clean the mirror, and used long strides to get to Jack in no time at all.

"If it was a 'yes', Spicer, there would be no room for you." Chase pecked the genius on the lips and twisted his head slightly to bite gently on Jack's neck. The boy hissed in pleasure.

"Touché." Jack whispered, Chase pulled back with a shit-eating grin.

"Stop cleaning and take me." Jack demanded, pulling the Warlord over to the king sized bed. Chase chuckled and allowed the boy to guide him.

"I will be honest, Chase. Being vain is okay, as long as you can see the beauty in other things." Jack muttered as Chase pushed him gently to the bed, climbing on top of his lithe body.

"Oh Spicer, I do see things more beautiful than myself... There is you after all." Jack grinned at the sickly sweet comment thrown back at him. Chase smirked and bent forward to kiss his mate.

"I love you, Chase Young."

"I love me, too."

SLAP!

Chase chuckled and ran a hand through Jack's red locks.

"I love you too, Jack Spicer."

73. Portrait

Michael Spicer. Billionaire, head of a housing market, owns several vineyards and sells its produce to make wine from which he profits from. He also is a underground dealer of cannabis and firearms. Firearms thanks to his son, Jack. A wonderful husband and Father of three sons, a set of twins and one.

With his ever growing money, he could spend it on whatever he liked and no one could stop him.

Michael never understood his son's obsession with robotics, but gladly funded and supported the boy. But the one thing that never happened was Jack asking for anything. Sure, if it was for his robots but Michael had suggested it when Jack was just a small lad. Jack never asked for anything else. Jake, his younger twin, got all the clothes, make up, jewels and rare artefacts he wanted. Jason, his eldest brother, was extremely sporty. He asked for a building permit to buy and build himself a gym, and allow the public to use it. Make his own business.

But Jack went without, not because he was forgotten because he wasn't, it was because the boy simply never asked.

Jack, finally, asked for one thing when they were in an art gallery in Hong Kong. As soon as Jack laid eyes on it, he had desperately pleaded with his father to buy it.

They were walking into the ancient Chinese section of the museum and spotted a beautiful portrait of a man. His long black hair tied into a ponytail, his green satin-silk robes clung deliciously to his body, his eye stared out to whoever looked at him. His eyes screamed out mystery, as they were not brown, but ember in colour. His skin was tanned and wrapped tightly over luscious muscles under the fabric. He was positively gorgeous.

Jack wanted it.

He wanted it now.

Michael smiled, knowing that he could do such a thing. He had said that he would finish what he was he for and then he would take the painting home with them. Jack had grumbled impatiently, he wanted the painting now. No one should look at it but himself. No one could ever understand the mere beauty of this man.

Jack did not have to wait long, he was grateful for, as the painting was soon purchased and wrapped delicately. Jack wanted no one to touch its beauty, so he held it in his arms in the limousine. He pleaded his father to buy a new frame for the art. Michael was happy to oblige.

Jack and Michael began to sort out to find a simple silver frame, at Jack's request. But one that could have dragons engraved on it. Michael was surprised, but happy his son wanted something so badly that wasn't his robots and their parts. Soon Jack had gotten what he had wanted and they started to make themselves ready to go home. Jack clung to the art, hoping nothing bad would come of it.

The limousine pulled into the driveway, about half an hour later, of the Spicer Mansion. Jack carefully, but quickly, rushed out with the art and frame in hand, to the house. Jason and Jake were curious as to what Jack had brought home, but Jack was selfish with his prize and avoided his brothers completely. Jack hurried to his lab and closed it off to his family.

Sighing, Jack relaxed. He placed the art and frame onto his work bench. It took him the best part of an hour and a half to unwrap and place the art into its new frame. It was a painful and slow procedure as the painting was so old and very delicate. Jack had to use special gloves.

But that didn't matter now. Jack had his master piece, in a new frame and protected by metal and glass. It was gorgeous. Jack cautiously picked up the framed art and placed it on a nail he had put up earlier, prior to the transfer. Once in place, Jack took a step back. It looked magnificent and majestic on his wall.

Jack sighed again, but this time from sadness. Chase Young. That was the name of the man in the portrait and the man of his dreams.

One he could never have, but could love from afar. One whom he could admire and look out for. Jack smiled lovingly at the picture, stepping forward to kiss the painting gently.

"I love you, Chase Young. Even if you don't feel the same." Jack whispered daintily, touching the glass with his fingertip. Mimicking as though he were touching Chase's cheek.

"I'm not sure if I should be flattered or horrified." Came a voice not far from where Jack was standing. Jack jumped with a squeak, but he had unconsciously covered the painting as if to protect it. Jack turned to find who it was who had spoke. To his surprise, it was Chase himself. Calming himself, Jack felt no need to be defensive.

"Hi Chase, how long where you standing there?" While Jack had no need for being defensive, didn't mean he couldn't be nervous.

"Long enough." Came the aloof answer, he sounded almost indifferent. This alarmed Jack slightly, worrying if Chase would destroy his picture.

"Did you mean what you had said, Spicer?" Jack didn't expect the question to be asked, but was lost for words. He merely nodded shyly, hoping the warlord would be happy with such a gesture. Chase seemed to accept it as he hummed and closed his eyes in thought.

"I will allow you to keep the portrait, Spicer," Jack grinned as he heard what Chase said after a long wait, he was happy that Chase wouldn't destroy it. "...but," Jack felt his grin falter. "..I'm sure you would be much happier with the real thing."

Jack watched as the warlord opened up his eyes, ember capturing ruby, and a smirk adorned a tanned face. Jack laughed and pounced into the warlord's arms.

"Oh gosh! I love you, Chase! I love you!" Jack cried, completely happy and hysterical. Chase chuckled at the admission Jack was finally able to say to his face.

"I love you too, my Jack."

Karaoke - HAHAHA! Have you watched Jason Marsden sing? HE'S SO GOOD BUT...HOLY CRAP XD www. youtube watch ?v=bdg PXYNNHbI - Remove the spaces :D

Mirror - Chase totally would, come on! XD

Portrait - More fluff for you guys! Woot woot!

Chase and Jack (c) Xiaolin Showdown (c) Christy Hui
Story (c) Me

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