80. Tattoo
Chase yawned and stretched his arms above his head, waking up his muscles from their rest. Jack chose to wake up at that moment, just to spot the Warlord rising from the bed. Jack grinned as this was his favourite time of the day and morning. Chase never wore any bed-wear, so Jack couldn't wait to see a bare-arsed Chase as he walked to the join bathroom. Jack absolutely loved waking up to that.
Jack stretched himself, then took a double take at the naked Chase as he walked back in.
"What the actual fuck?!" Jack screamed, absolutely astonished as he eyed the tribal tattoo that rested on Chase's right pectoral and down his right arm. Chase smirked cockily at the reaction.
"What is the matter, Spicer?"
Jack shook his head and grinned, jumping up from the bed and running towards the warlord; also bare-arsed.
"When the fuck did you get this done?! I can't believe you had it done!"
Jack ran his hands over the black markings on Chase's skin, tracing the bold shapes and feeling a shiver run up his back. Chase grinned.
"You mentioned that you loved tribal tattoos, but because of your skin, you didn't want to risk any complications. So, I got one in your honour." Jack blushed, grinned brightly then squealed girlishly.
"Aww, baby! Thank you!" Jack stood on his tip toes and curled his arms around Chase's neck to give the Warlord a peck on the lips. Chase turned the kiss into a light but passionate one, making Jack sigh at the romantic gesture. Pulling apart, Jack looked Chase in the eye with a tempting 'come-hither' look.
"You know... You just made yourself ten times more hotter by getting yourself that tattoo.." Chase grinned rakishly and roguishly.
"Oh I know, my love." He chuckled, causing Jack to laugh at the vanity of his lover. Jack stopped to think momentarily and ended up speaking his thoughts out loud.
"When did you get it done? I could've sworn you didn't have one yesterday... actually thinking about it you have been rather touchy about a 'shoulder' injury' you got in a 'showdown'. Am I right?" Jack grinned knowingly. Chase grinned guiltily although Jack knew to be completely false.
"Correct, I'm surprised that you didn't notice it yesterday." Jack blushed and grinned sheepishly at the assumption.
"I must of been too horny to notice!" Jack's statement caused both lovers to laugh whole-heartedly. After calming down, Chase nuzzled his nose against Jack's sweetly, causing Jack to giggle.
"What am I going to do with you, Spicer?" Jack pulled his head back to look at the Warlord's ember eyes. He then smirked which caused Chase to be curious. Chase watched as Jack's eyes then lowered to Chase's crotch.
"You could always punish me with that..." Jack looked up to see Chase looking at him with a lust filled gaze, his smirk slowly becoming a treacherous grin.
"Certainly, my prince..."
Jack giggled as he was picked up bridal style, and thrown back onto the black and red satin sheets.
81. Prisoner
Jack fidgeted in his seat as his captor circled around him slowly, taking in every visual detail before he would speak. Jack began to sweat as ember eyes bore into his very soul, causing a shiver to run up his spine. The genius placed his hands between his legs to stop them from shaking. A chuckle resounded through the room, causing Jack to swallow the saliva in his mouth.
The officer bent down to look Jack in the eye, a smirk adorned on his features.
"Sir, I will have to arrest you. You will have to come with me." The threat only made Jack grin at the officer, taking in the sight of the handcuffs dangling in front of his face.
'God! This is so tempting!' The genius thought as the officer refused to back down. Jack looked up into the ember-yellow eyes and said,
"Only if you give me a show, officer..." Jack's eye lids lowered in seductive temptation. The officer glare at the genius, which only gave Jack more reasons to grin.
Jack giggled when the officer stood up, almost offended as he sneered at the boy.
"Come on... strip." Jack goaded. His hands starting to sweat between in legs and his trousers tightened as well, causing Jack to shift a little more in his seat. Not at all subtle this time.
The officer blushed in both embarrassment and anger, his mouth agape slightly. He couldn't believe he was being ordered by this criminal!
Jack giggled a bit more and he began to feel his nose dripping, knowing full well it was a nosebleed. Jack's fantasies ran through his mind and clouded his actions, and needed an outlet of some proportion.
"Come on, baby! Strip, strip, strip!" Jack noticed the officer had changed his demeanour, but didn't comment on it as he was too busy chanting.
"Spicer..." Jack grinned but didn't listen to the tone of voice, he just continued to chant until it was just a whisper.
The officer just spoke louder and louder.
"Spicer..."
"Spicer."
"SPICER!"
Jack stopped and looked up at Chase, his master. Jack grinned sheepishly and waited for him to finish.
"What are you talking about?" Jack blushed and realised what he witnessed was merely a day dream.
"N-nothing!" Chase raised an eye brow at the genius as Jack then quickly ran out of the lounge area of the citadel. Chase shook his head not understanding his apprentice's behaviour.
Such a strange boy he had in his keep.
82. Mine
Chase laughed, long and deep, at the pathetic Xiaolin monks. Omi lay broken and bruised, Raimundo's leg was twisted at an awkward and at a completely not natural angle. Kimiko had a black eye and her left side was bleeding. Clay was limping but trying to help his Brazilian leader up to his feet. This wasn't even a fight for a wu, this was an ambush on the Xiaolin.
Wuya cackled as she knelt down to look at the yellow monk at Chase's feet.
"Oh Chase, I thought you liked Omi. Thought you said 'He had promise..'. Why did you beat him?" She asked, sliding her arms around his middle once she stood up. Chase chuckled at her question but pulled her arms off of him.
"I merely don't wish to wait for him anymore. He will never be Heylin and there are many other candidates for the position." Wuya sent him a dirty look when her arms were taken away but then her look grew curious.
"And who would that position go to? Certainly not Katnappe, or Tubbimura, or Le Mime..." Chase looked at her with a comical 'Heck no!'.
"I have seen what my choice will bring to me, although I will have to wait for him. He has grown up so well over the last three years. I'm afraid he will need a few more before he is ready for me." Wuya choked on her breathing, trying to silence any laughter.
"Don't tell me that you are thinking of taking on Jack?" Chase looked at the witch with a sideways glance, not at all phased by the amusement in her voice.
"Yes actually, have you at all seen the boy recently?" Wuya shook her head immediately.
"Why on earth would I want to?! He is a coward and has no fighting style nor any knowledge in that field." Wuya chuckled. "So you are telling me, that you want to take on a weakling such as Jack Spicer?" Chase smirked at the witch, which caused her to pause in her ridicule on Jack's behalf. What was she not seeing?
"Jack has grown fantastically over the years. He was once a fumbling little worm of a boy but he has grown into a bright and strong young man, I couldn't believe it myself. I was thinking the same as you are now. 'Spicer? Truly?' But alas, the boy has grown and become man in his own right. He has learnt many martial arts, his mechanical devices and his robotic armies have taken a great upgrade. His IQ is much higher than before. I did think his mind was brilliant, but because of his age he was just a thorn in my side that was irritating." Wuya shook her head as Chase told her about how Jack had grown and become more Heylin than anyone would have realised. There was no way Chase was talking about the same boy she had tagged along with until she got her body back. Chase suddenly grinned and looked passed the witch to look at something behind her.
Wuya looked puzzled but curiosity took advantage of her and she turned around. There, on his way towards the reminisce of the showdown, was Jack Spicer. No longer 14, but now 22 years of age. His red hair was no longer red, he grew his hair out. His long white hair now tie back in a low ponytail. His eyes still red as blood, and he still wore his signature war paint. But not as bold as he had it in his childhood. He was tall, very tall. As tall as Chase was currently, which caused the Warlord to look at Wuya's shocked face. Jack was dressed smartly in a black casual suit, but no tie. His red shirt was open via a few buttons, showing of his snow white collar bones. Black shoes adorned his feet, completing the look.
Wuya stood there practically catching flies as Chase chose to move beside her, he caught her off guard by lifting a finger to her chin and forcing her mouth shut. Wuya had to have this boy back, he was-
"Mine." She heard Chase growl protectively. Wuya had no chance in hell. She lost Jack and Chase was taking the opportunity.
Chase walked forward towards the boy- no- man in front of him. Jack smiled as Chase acknowledged him for once and it was welcomed.
"Hello Spicer. Long time no see." Jack grinned causing Wuya to blush giddily. That smile was a killer...
"Yeah, long time, Chase."
Yay another one!
Tattoo: I freaking love tattoos! Especially tribal ones... they are so sexy! *drools*
Prisoner: I had to! You can thank NekoBlackCat on Deviantart for this fantastic story. The inspiration was found because of this: art/ Jack-Reaction -467667941
Mine: Because I wanted to XD Jack never gets any love! :D
Xiaolin Showdown/Chronicles (c) Christy Hui
Story (c) Me