86. Trust

Chase kissed Katnappe slowly and passionately, as though he wanted to take his time. To burn her into his memory. She moaned at the softness of his lips, parting her lips for the experience organ to slip in. Chase nipped at her swollen bottom lip with his teeth, pulling away playfully then back again. His tongue wrapped playfully with hers, causing her to moan and wrap her arms around his neck.

Chase chuckled as he felt fingers run through his mane and fingernails scratching at his scalp. Katnappe was clearly purring and she hitched her leg up to wrap it around Chase's hip-

"You are one sick bastard, Bean." Came an amused voice from the shadows of the room. The two pulled apart, completely startled by the intrusion. They both looked up to see Jack Spicer leaning against the door frame of Jack's lab. "Of all the places you could have chose, you chose my lab?"

Chase grinned menacingly at the boy.

"Cannot tell the difference, my dear Jack -rabbit?" Chase smirked, but Jack smirked right back.

"I know for a fact that it is you, Bean. Chase would never betray me like that." Chase rose an eyebrow at him, pulling the girl closer to his body. Katnappe grinned and purred at Jack, as if to make him jealous.

"This should be interesting. Don't you think, Kitten?" Chase spoke lowly to Katnappe, although Jack heard it clearly. Katnappe lowered her leg but sauntered her hips in a way that cause Jack to nearly gag at the loose gesture.

"Definitely, Masterrr." She purred as she licked his cheek seductively.

"Well, firstly, Chase gave me his word that he wouldn't. He is a man of honour. He said to me as long as I trust him, he will trust me. He wouldn't just kick me out on a whim. Especially when he fought hard to keep me from you as well as knowing how much I feel for him." Chase grinned at that and even had the audacity to laugh.

"Funny, Spicer. Funny that you would think like that. So gullible. I have used you and abused you in the past. What is to say that I would not do it again?" Jack was about to retort, but he looked past the couple and grinned.

"Because I would never." A bitter voice spat.

The couple turned to see Chase in his lizard form, seething in anger. Katnappe looked horrified.

"That means-! I kissed-! EWWWW!" She took off without another word using the Golden Tiger Claws; leaving Jack, Bean and Chase in the room alone. Bean growled and instantly changed back to his unsightly self. He spat toward Spicer.

"How did you know?!" Jack smiled and shook his head at the legume. Jack looked past him and looked at his Master in his beastly yet beautiful form.

"Because I trust him." Chase behind the legume grinned smugly. With a triumphant growl and a push, Bean was catapulted into a portal, created by Chase, and transported elsewhere.

Jack grinned and ran into his Master's scaly arms. The Warlord welcomed Jack and held the boy close he changed back to his human form.

"I applaud you, Spicer. But tell me, how did you truly feel?" Jack held onto his Master possessively and uttered darkly to himself.

"I would have murdered her slowly to listen to her screams of agony and fear, then I would move on to you. I wouldn't kill you, but I would strip you of your pride to make sure you realise that once you go against Jack Spicer and you know that he loves you-" Chase cut him off and kissed him passionately. Jack moaned at the sweet sin that was Chase's kisses. They pulled apart and Jack spoke again.

"You better not betray me, Young..." Jack said with a seductive grin, which caused Chase to laugh from the darkness of the humour.

"I can assure you, Spicer, that I shall not." Jack smiled sweetly, knowing that Chase liked it when he was pretending to be innocent, but fell into giggles when the warlord pulled them back into a passionate kiss.

Chase would never admit... but he liked this side of Jack Spicer..

87. Patience

Jack sighed, completely embarrassed and humiliated. He wrapped his body with the bed linen and felt tears run down his cheeks and onto the pillows. How pitiful he must of looked.

Again he couldn't get over the hurdle of losing his virginity. Truthfully, he knew that his lover would never hurt him unintentionally. Jack knew that once it was over, it was over. There was nothing to be frightened about.

But Jack knew that in the back of his mind, that Chase would leave.

They all did.

All because he couldn't put-out.

They all left with some form of excuse.

Sorry, Jack, my parents need to help me move to my new place. I'll call you, yeah?

Sorry, baby, but my parents just don't like you...

Jack, I love you, but we don't have the same interests anymore...

Jack, this isn't going to work...

Chase was amazing, even in the bedroom. The way that those hands, said hands that killed many, ghosted upon his skin so softly and gently that Jack almost forgot his name. The way those sinful lips that left love bites in their wake as the travelled across his body, causing him gasp so loudly. The way that experienced tongue that caused Jack's back to arch deliciously into that powerful body above him.

Jack wanted it. Jack wanted him. Desperately. Wholly. NOW!

But Jack felt ridiculous. Once Chase had hold of his hips and had begun to push his legs apart to ready himself, Jack felt himself shake with fear. The irrational thought of being used for someone else's benefit, then thrown away once they had their way. Or perhaps maybe he was scared he couldn't be the lover Chase had wanted. So he had curled himself into a ball to avoid Chase's heated stare. He was sure Chase would just think: 'What's the point? He won't allow me!'

"Spicer?" Jack heard Chase's gentle voice, which was eerily unlike the warlord. "Please, do not hide from me." Jack felt the sheets being pulled gently away from his body. Jack felt himself panic and clung to the sheets.

"Don't..." Jack felt his voice say, pathetically. Instantly, Chase stopped trying, and Jack felt the bed shift beside him. Jack felt the Warlord move away from the bed, shifting with cloth. Jack knew that Chase was looking for his clothes and to chuck them at him. To tell him to leave. To... get back on to the bed?

Jack felt Chase wrap his arms around the boy gently, pulling him closer. Jack was unsure of what to do.

"Jack, love... talk to me."

Jack felt the tears come full force. Why won't he leave?!

"I can't help you if you will not speak to me.." Why did he sound so sure of himself? Jack hiccupped and buried himself further into the sheets and pillow. Chase sighed with frustration, this was what Jack was waiting for. It was clockwork. Jack would be thrown-

WOAH!

The sheet Jack was covered with had disappeared from him and Chase climbed on top of him. Jack looked wide eyed at the warlord. He was angered, clearly. Wearing nothing but boxers- Wait he was naked a second ago!

"Ch-chase?" Jack was silenced by Chase's lips, in a sweet and gentle kiss that caused Jack to unwind again. Chase pulled back gently and settled himself between Jack's thighs, not quite touching each other.

"Spicer, why are you so afraid of me?" Jack felt his bottom lip tremble and looked away. But was pulled back toward ember eyes. Jack had no choice.

"I'm scared.." Jack squeaked finally, causing Chase to lean down and kiss his temple.

"Spicer, I would never harm you-" Jack sniffed which cut off the Warlord.

"I'm scared you would just... throw me away.." Chase stared at Jack with such a look that screamed that he was offended by that.

"Just like everyone else..." Jack was waiting for the glare to turn into full anger, but it turned into understanding.

"Spicer... If anything? I would want you so much more, I would care for you so much more. And to prove it I will wait if that is what you wish. We are one, remember?" Chase said with a smile that cause Jack to smile also.

"But-"

"I am a very patient man, Spicer. I have waited this long for you, I'm sure I can wait a little more." Jack grinned and hugged the amazing man above him. Chase chuckled and kissed Jack's neck softly.

"However, Spicer," Jack pulled back to look Chase in the eye, only to find a mischievous and seductive look. "I do hope we can still... play?"

Jack grinned happily, he was happy to do that!

88. Monologue

The monks were beaten and hardly on their feet as they refused to waver.

"We don't know anything, Chase! We're serious! Bean is dead, yes! But it weren't us! Someone must know something! We know nothing!" Raimundo yelled out towards Chase, hoping the warlord would see to reason of some sorts. But Chase wasn't having it.

"That which does not exist is often considered to be nothing, but for one to define nothing then it must be considered that nothing could have a physical manifestation, be it external or deep within our very souls." Jack sighed with admiration as Chase spoke with wisdom yet again, towards the monks. But he was clearly very angry.

"People often express their fear of nothingness, but how can one express such a phobia if one has not experienced it?" He circled them, throwing out questions as if to confuse them. It seemed to work as they were confused.

"What if nothing is truly something quite beautiful and humans are afraid to discover what they do not understand?" Jack grinned from the shadows as he watched Chase grin with malice and knowledge.

"Some say that even trying to think of such a void in reality would surely torture the minds of men, but perhaps it would not were we to open our minds beyond the boundaries of science." He turned towards Jack to where he was hiding. He knew Jack was there, but he had made it look like it was a casual glance. Jack almost thought he was in trouble but Chase threw the idea out as Jack was not his problem.

"A strange concept created by man, an attempt to create laws, a unifying paradigm to live by. To open our minds fully we must see these laws not as laws but rather as mere guidelines for peace of mind. Reality is a concept itself, and truly one of the biggest ideas to date." Jack almost creamed his pants in ecstasy. This man and his words... his words!

"But that is how it shall stay, an idea, a concept that can be broken." Chase grinned as the monks were slowly moving themselves backwards towards the edge of the cliff that was behind them. Jack crossed his fingers. The monks were too weak to stop themselves from falling.

Oh God please!

"Reality is the conjectured state of things as they actually exist, rather than as they may appear or might be imagined." Chase took one step forward and the monks took one more step back, clearly a hair length away.

"But, such information means nothing to you, doesn't it?" Chase spat as the grin was now a snarling set of jaws. Jack was almost singing where he was at the most evilest sight before him.

Then Chase leaped at them, growling loudly. Then with a roar they toppled over the edge like bowling pins.

One by one.

Jack could hardly keep his excitement in and rushed to the beastly Warlord.

"THAT WAS AMAZING! Oh my gosh, the way you spoke about- oh wow you were- and then they just fell- just..." Chasse raised an eyebrow and growled at the boy. Jack grinned playfully.

"No, I didn't kill Bean either... but I do know who did." Chase paused and then changed back to himself.

"I'm listening, Spicer.." Jack smirked.

"On one condition, Chase." Chase came quite close to Jack, their noses almost touching.

"Don't test me, Spicer..." Jack grinned seductively.

"Take me, right here, right now." Chase's eyes widened but then settled into what Jack would call a smoulder.

"Then anything I need to know would be mine?" Jack bit his lower lip in anticipation which Chase caught on immediately.

"I see. Well, then." Chase whispered as his lips descended down onto Jack's awaiting and eager ones.

Trust: Yay! Go Chase and Jack! Trust is the key in a relationship.
Patience: Erm... I'll say no comment in this one.
Monologue: We all love it when our beloved Warlord monologues don't we?

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