Cross the Line – Embrace
by taitofan
Rated PG-13 for slash
Disclaimer: Trust me; you'd know if I owned Xiaolin Showdown, because the show would focus on the sexcapades of Chase and Jack. And since it doesn't, you can safely assume that I don't own it.
Author's Note: ...Well, hopefully this won't let anyone down. I'm still trying to get these characters down, so if you see errors, please point them out. Remember that these themes are unrelated, so while sometimes Chase and Jack might already be together, sometimes they won't. As for this one… I got the idea in my head and had to use it. It originally started as another theme, but I changed it when it wasn't working right. All that being said, I hope you all like it!
7snogs theme: 3-Embrace
Flames do nothing but make me laugh, although I'll listen to any CC you have. Please read, review, and enjoy! Finished 06-19-06
There was something wrong, Chase knew it… It was quiet, much too quiet. That normally wouldn't be an issue, but Jack was somewhere in the citadel, and the teen and silence didn't mix. At all. No matter what Jack was doing, he was making noise. He sang to himself when he worked, he'd chatter when Chase was trying to work, he talked to himself when he was bored, he begged prettily when they fooled around, hell, he even talked in his sleep! So for Jack to be around and there to be no noise whatsoever…
Chase hadn't felt this nervous in a few hundred years.
Nevertheless, that could easily be rectified. All he had to do was find the troublesome boy before he could do any real damage and everything would be perfectly fine…
Hopefully.
Luckily, having so many felines around allowed Chase to find the redhead quickly and painlessly. Apparently, as a tiger had informed him, Jack had snuck off towards the kitchen. Why, he wasn't sure. But it probably wasn't anything good; that was certain.
He swiftly reached the room in question and reached for the door handle, before hesitating. True, it was ridiculous for him to be afraid of something so trivial, but still… This was Jack Spicer. Where he went, trouble followed. What if he'd been experimenting and there was some strange potato-tentacle monster in there waiting to violate him?
…Okay, that was the last time he allowed Jack to watch Japanese films in his presence.
Glad that no one had witnessed that rare moment of insanity, he quickly opened the door and confidently strode in, intent on learning what his young lover was doing in the kitchen of all places. Now, where could he be…?
"Eep!" That high-pitched noise couldn't have come from anyone but the male in question. Chase could only imagine what he was doing to make him so nerved up…
"Jack, what are you doing over there?" His only answer was silence. "Jack?" Still no answer. He mentally sighed and turned in the direction of the noise. "Spicer! Perhaps you've forgotten who you're dealing with?" Jack popped up from the table he'd been hiding under a second later, grinning nervously.
"Oh, Chase, I didn't hear you come in! I was, um, just looking for—"
"Save it," Chase growled and stalked over to the nervous teen. "If you value certain parts of your anatomy, you will tell me what you are doing right this instant." Jack honestly didn't think Chase would go through with that particular threat, but he still knew better than to anger the evilest man in the world.
"Well… I was baking you a birthday cake." Golden eyes narrowed into a dangerous glare, making the redhead cower where he stood. "It's true!" He pointed at the table, which had a half-frosted cake, chocolate it seemed, sitting on a cooling rack. The glaring lessened; it seemed he was telling the truth after all. But that didn't mean Chase understood his reasoning… If he even had any that is.
"Today is not my birthday, so why would you make me a cake? And when did you take up baking?" Jack picked up the spatula and continued spreading gooey chocolate frosting on the cake, a small smile adorning his pale face.
"Mom wanted me to be 'well-rounded,' or something like that, so she made me take lessons when I was younger. As to why…" He raised an eyebrow at the older man, "Do you even remember when your birthday is?" Chase opened his mouth, fully intending to scoff—of course he knew the date of his birth! …But then he had an epiphany.
"No, I suppose not." Jack nodded knowingly, which was odd considering he was rarely knowledgeable about anything other than robotics and figure skating.
"Didn't think so. You are pretty old after all. Just be glad I don't plan on putting on all the candles you'd need, or I'd need a cake as big as—" The look he was receiving made him change the subject very quickly. "Anyways, since you don't know when your birthday is, I hereby dub it today! I am such a genius!" Actually, Chase believed his birthday had been sometime in the winter, and it was the middle of summer, but he didn't bother to point that out to the beaming redhead. He might be evil, but he wasn't cruel enough to crush Jack completely. The redhead was his biggest weakness after all…
"You're an imbecile." …That didn't mean he'd let him know though.
"If you say so." Jack had learned over time that it was best to let Chase have his way without question, as dealing with a cranky evil overlord was, as a general rule, unpleasant.
"Well, if you're going to insist on this silly little idea of yours, then you might as well do it correctly. What did you get me for a present?" Jack ducked his head to hide his pleased smile. He knew Chase would give in eventually.
"Well, I couldn't think of anything to buy, so…" He set down the spatula, leaving a perfectly frosted cake sitting on the counter. "I decided that you can do whatever you want with me." Seconds later, Chase found a bundle of pale skin, red hair, and black cloth in his arms, embracing him tightly. Well, this was nice. True, he could do pretty much whatever he desired to him—he was capable of overpowering the teen after all—but to have Jack, the biggest wimp on the Heylin side, willing offer to do whatever he wanted…
Before Jack knew what was happening, Chase had slung him over his shoulder, picked up the leftover frosting with his free hand, and started for his room. If Jack was going to let him do anything…
…Then he was going to start by enjoying some chocolate-frosted Jack.
