Author's Note: Didn't think I'd be the one writing this. What's weird is I can't find any fanfics out there with gay Omi/Chase Young. I imagine an older Omi looking more like Grand Master Dashi but with a rounder head. Omi gets pretty tall when he's older—you can see how tall he gets in his evil vision of himself in The Crystal Glasses episode. There's no in depth fight scenes because I don't have more spare time to fill them in like I used to before school started.
Summary: Omi's dreams are causing problems in the real world.
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"I do swear my loyalty to you! Now can we fight?"
It was the most alive that Omi had felt. He'd never been able to unleash his full potential on the other Xiaolin Warriors in fear of hurting them. With Chase Young, he knew he didn't have to hold anything back, for his opponent was, dare he say it, superior to him in strength and skill. His desire to surpass Chase made Chase his sole focus in that moment as he unleashed a barrel of kicks and punches. Chase eagerly returned these moves with defenses and strikes of his own as he talked casually with Wuya.
Omi's strikes were matched and he was finding it difficult to find a way to get the dark lord to the ground, where it would be more advantageous for him to fight, being shorter than Chase Young.
Eventually, Wuya said something that brought a scowl to Chase's face and it seemed to end his patience for toying with Omi. As the young monk soared toward him with an outstretched leg to kick, Chase gripped onto a foot and slammed him into the ground. When Omi tried to scramble to get up, Chase wrestled him back down and straddled the monk. Arms still free and hands small and deft, Omi was able to maneuver through gaps in Chase's armour and strike sensitive points that would surely be sore for days. Chase wrestled Omi's hands and pinned those down, too. Having an advantage in weight and grip, Omi was unable to buck Chase off.
Omi could easily summon the power of his element, conjuring water, but he didn't. He continued to resist against Chase's hold for a while until Chase leaned in. "Submit."
Omi's eyes flashed, "Never!"
Chase could feel Wuya's unwelcome eyes staring intently at the situation. His hand found his way to Omi's neck, wrapping strong fingers around it. "Submit!"
The monk growled. "No!"
Chase tightened his grip, causing Omi's airway to cut off. When he thought Omi was to the point of passing out, he loosened his grip. "Submit!" Of course, the monk refused.
Wuya chuckled in that sickly voice of hers. She must have thought he wouldn't be able to control someone like Omi if he couldn't get the boy to submit.
He grinned, knowing Wuya would get a kick out of this. Switching tactics, he pressed his crotch into Omi's, instead of continuing to choke him. Omi snapped his head up in surprise. Chase bent down to nibble on the monk's ear, tongue laving at the concave shapes of the ear. He shifted his head slightly, just enough to see Wuya's reaction from the corner of his eye.
"Will you submit?"
"Yes," the young monk said breathlessly.
Wuya grimaced in disgust and left the room. The old bat had a sort of 'crush' on Chase, more likely due to his power than his looks. Having her see that he was making a move on someone else meant that she wasn't an interest of his, and that made her jealous. With so many of her powers stripped from her, sexual appeal was one of her strongest weapons to get others to do her bidding. She knew how she looked and what effect her appearance had on others' libido. That it didn't work on a being with so much power like Chase…
He allowed Omi to get up and Omi tried to take him down without pause. The ex-Xiaolin Warrior lacked focus, that much was clear. Instead of letting the boy tire out using the same predictable moves, he maneuvered and forced Omi to the ground again, this time on his stomach and keeping him pinned to the ground. The boy was much easier to control when he was offered something that had never been available to him outside of this lair. He pressed his crotch against Omi's ass and ground slowly, eliciting a moan from the young warrior.
"Do you submit?"
"Yes!"
Omi pressed back against Chase's invitation, eliciting a growl from the Heylin Warrior. A strong hand gripped at Omi's ass covered in his black wardrobe. This was quickly ripped away to expose the supple skin beneath and his primary target.
While he was in his human form, the head of his penis could produce more lubrication than a normal person due to his dragon form. He rubbed his head back and forth against Omi's entrance, slathering it with lubricant.
Omi was vocal and impatient. "Enough with the formalities; I am not delicate! I was the strongest Xiaolin Warrior! Give it to me now!"
Chase chuckled, granting the eccentric boy's order.
He plunged into Omi's depths, ripping a yelp from him that melted into a laugh, as though he'd won this game.
Their bodies jerked in tandem with each powerful thrust. Chase's hand snaked down beneath Omi and wrapped around his hard length, squeezing it out of sync with his pace.
Omi's moans got higher and higher, giddy laughter disjointed from the situation, as if he didn't know how to properly express himself. His dick twitched as it released its load onto the ground below, evidence of his commitment to the Heylin side.
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Chase Young was surprised to hear this curious tidbit from Jack Spicer. It wasn't the first time Jack had come running to Chase with 'juicy' info—it often turned out to be useless or something Chase had already known about the Xiaolin monks. However, hearing that Omi had a sexual dream about Chase had Chase doing a double take, even more so that it took instances from when Omi had been on the Heylin side.
Jack and Katnappe had been working together in a raid on the Xiaolin temple. Jack had been using the Mindreader Conch to make sure that no Xiaolin monks were in the vicinity. In the midst of an argument with Ashley, he'd missed hearing a monk's thoughts, which lead to them being discovered.
The bots were sent out to fight. Katnappe had used the Imo Gazer, successfully putting Omi and two other monks to sleep. When Jack had tried to use the Mindreader Conch to predict the moves of his opponents, that's when he caught onto Omi's dream.
Now, Chase Young knew that Omi might have had an interest in him.
He sat on this information for a few days, contemplating on what was the best way to use this information. It was not often that Jack had brought him truly useful info.
Evil did not love. If a romantic relationship was what Omi desired, where they shared feelings for each other beyond a primal lust, Omi would have to keep dreaming. But sex was a powerful motivator. Many a men have fallen, blinded by the urge to procreate, and conquered due to it.
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It was just a one-off dream.
They had all received the classes about sex education, even though it was uncomfortable for all of them as well as the elder monk that had been teaching it. Since Omi had hit puberty, he'd gotten the occasional wet dream and woken up with ruined underwear. Usually, he couldn't remember the dreams that got him to that point, though when he did, the dreams featured the rare females that have made contact with him in his lifetime.
When he'd first dreamed of Kimiko, naked, he couldn't meet her eyes for two weeks straight out of embarrassment for something he couldn't control. He'd accidentally seen Kimiko naked in real life in the past, but that was before he'd hit puberty.
Then there was Katnappe, which he felt even more embarrassment toward. Having improper thoughts about females was one thing—having improper thoughts about his enemies was another! There was even a dream with Wuya, but that one gave him nightmares that thankfully haven't repeated.
He attributed the dream of Chase Young to the randomness of the brain and possibly the Shen Gong Wu that had put him to sleep. He did tend to have silly dreams, after all. Still, he couldn't help but frown as he washed his undergarments by hand. He'd never fantasized about a man before. His interests had been purely for the female sex.
Thinking about it too much would only make things worse, he deduced. He dropped the subject from his mind and went about his day as if no dream had occurred.
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The Claws of Epigon revealed itself, a Shen Gong Wu that allowed the user to make multiple copies of non-living objects. The Xiaolin Warriors spread out across the Desert of Standing Stones, a labyrinth of rocks that had an unnatural arrangement. The buzzing of Jack Spicer's jetpack fans could be heard in the distance as Chase Young watched from atop a high stone.
As the Xiaolin Dragons aged, they grew more skilled, and thus encounters with them were not so heavily weighted in Chase's favour as they used to be. His dragon form yet remained much more powerful than any of their powers individually.
Omi unknowingly approached his position. Before the young monk was able to look up and spot him, Chase Young pounced.
Omi grunted as he was crushed to the ground by an unknown force. Looking up, he saw the dark lord standing on top of him.
"Chase Young!" Omi proclaimed. "What reason do you have being here?"
"To stop you from reaching the Shen Gong Wu, of course," Chase replied, stepping off of the boy. Omi took the opportunity to leap to his feet, opting for a position that let him react quickest if Chase chose to strike. Chase smirked, looking down at Omi. The young boy had grown taller over the years, indeed, but failed to gain an inch over him.
The dream that he'd had with Chase leaped to the front of his mind, causing him to break out in goosebumps. It was just a dream.
Yet, as they battled as they did in the past, Chase noticed the differences. His human nose was not as strong as his dragon nose, but he could still smell the sweat of the monks, what they ate earlier that day on their breath, the adrenaline, pheromones… Despite Omi's concentration and denials, Chase Young could smell the arousal within.
Where he could, Chase slipped in slight touches. Touches that could be misconstrued as accidents, but Omi was not born yesterday. Chase Young didn't make simple mistakes like that. It made him all the more aware of those touches… They made him feel even more on edge, twitchy, confused…
His eyes narrowed and he distanced himself from the Heylin Warrior, trying to gain his bearings and shake off the nervousness.
"If you are here for the Shen Gong Wu, then why are you here?"
"I did not say that I was here for the Shen Gong Wu," Chase corrected.
Omi looked around as though this was some sort of setup.
"I don't know what your plan is, but I will figure it out, and stop it!" Omi declared.
"Do what you wish, young monk. Your friends are looking for you." Chase Young leaped high into the air, behind a tall stone. When Omi ran in Chase's direction, the dragon had disappeared.
Jack Spicer had won the showdown, surprisingly.
.o
He had won the showdown. With the new Shen Gong Wu in hand, he approached the Heylin dragon, who was still in his dragon form. The dragon sat on his haunches, a look of acceptance on his face… At least, Omi thought it was acceptance. It was hard to read emotions on a non-human face.
"It is only fair that I claim the real prize," Omi said, setting the Shen Gong Wu aside. The lizard's slit pupils tracked his every movements, tail lashing from side to side as if annoyed. When Omi stepped within striking distance, Chase bared his teeth and tensed.
"We had a deal."
"Of course," Chase turned his head to the side, submitting. He would not be so dishonorable as to attack the monk after Chase had lost fairly. He couldn't say he was surprised that the monk had proposed this little arrangement.
Omi paused, and Chase tilted his head.
"Aren't you going to turn back into a human?" Omi fidgeted.
"That wasn't part of the agreement," Chase smiled coyly, looking hungry and dangerous. Omi looked as though he wanted to argue, but sighed and moved to touch Chase.
His hands brushed against the dragon's chest. "I must admit, you are not as appealing in your dragon form."
"That's too bad," the dragon hummed in response, shifting to lean back on his hands to give Omi more access to his belly plates.
The monk was looking for something, eyes scanning at the area between Chase's legs but seeing nothing. "How will this work if you do not have what I have down there?"
Chase chuckled. "Sometimes what you desire is hidden in plain sight."
Leave it to Chase to be vague. Omi's hands probed in their search, tracing down the middle of the scutes until he found a soft spot, a dip in the armour, between Chase's legs. Curious, he sunk his fingers in, feeling warmth and wetness. It sent a surge of arousal to his groin.
"You are a girl?!" Omi snapped his head up.
"No, young monk, it is where my unit is in this form."
Omi wiggled his fingers up and down. "How do I get it out?"
"No one said laying me would be an easy feat," the dragon said coyly in return.
Omi spread his fingers, observing as the soft slit expanded. It reminded him of a girl's parts, and that gave him an idea…
Stripping of his lower clothing, his cock was firm and ready. He placed it at the slit, glancing up at Chase as though asking for permission. When Chase didn't stop him, Omi sunk his dick into the slit.
It wasn't very deep; it went in maybe an inch. It was awkward, with Omi having to sit almost on top of Chase because his tail was outstretched in front of him while sitting. Omi tried moving it back and forth but wasn't getting enough friction. He groaned, thinking perhaps this had been a waste of his efforts.
Suddenly, two pink prongs slid up and curled around Omi's length. As they travelled upward, it was clear that Chase had a hemi-penis. Omi had heard about snakes having them on the Animal Planet channel that Kimiko allowed him to watch on one of her devices, but he didn't think that dragons would have them, too!
The wet, pink members were more prehensile than he thought, curling about his dick and squeezing, forcing a harsh moan out of Omi. He steadies himself with his hands on Chase's shoulder, head between his arms as he stares down at the site of interest. The two segments of the hemipenis seemed to move independently of each other, moving up and down his cock with gentle caresses.
When Omi closed his eyes in pleasure, Chase flipped them over. Omi grunted as his back hit the cold ground, getting ready to protest but stopping when the dragon grinded his hips down on top of the monk's pelvis. It felt like his entire length was encompassed with that nice, wet heat. The little moans that were coming from him would have been embarrassing if he'd had the rational thought to care.
Seeing a large dragon on top of you whilst in the more vulnerable position was still intimidating. It sent an odd feeling through Omi's stomach. His discomfort must have been apparent on his blushing face.
"Is something the matter?" Omi could hear the laughter in Chase's voice.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Omi responded.
"Ah, Omi, look at you. What would your fellow monks say if they saw you in this situation?"
Oh, what did Chase just do with his penises? They were tickling the hole of his member, causing Omi's hips to jerk upward desperately. Omi's fingers curled into the earth below him.
"Silence… this is nothing but me taking what I r-rightfully won."
A smile on the face of a dragon was creepy when it was full of teeth and inches from your face.
"Is that the only way you can justify dirtying yourself with the cock of a mortal enemy?"
"Shuh—shut up," Omi gritted through his teeth, trying to close his eyes to ignore what Chase was saying as he sought completion.
"What would the other Xiaolin Warriors say if they… could see you now?" Chase wasn't unaffected by what was going on with their connected pelvises. His breath was catching, too. "So consumed by your primitive desires t-that you couldn't stop yourself from—ahhh—taking a Heylin enemy, rutting like an animal in heat…"
The lizard's long, giant tongue swept out and trailed a path from Omi's naval to his chin, leaving Omi's stomach chilled by the cool air and spit.
Chase must have liked what he'd tasted, because Omi felt more than heard the low rumbling of Chase purring.
"There'd be no going back. You'd belong to me."
Omi was so close, his dick throbbing painfully. "No! I'd never return to the Heylin side!"
Chase placed a hand on Omi's chest, keeping him pressed into the ground in a display of dominance. "You'd have nowhere left to go—"
…
Omi woke up in a pool of his sweat. He felt lax and chipper, but his good mood was ruined when he saw that, once again, he'd ruined his undergarments. It was certainly going to look weird to the other monks if they saw him cleaning a single pair of clothing so frequently. His laundry hamper wasn't quite full, but he took it with him to wash.
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It was too easy to find the young monk. The four Xiaolin Warriors had decided to split up once again on their hunt to find the newly revealed Shen Gong Wu. Truthfully, Chase had already located it and had travelled forty miles south to the Jungle of Neither Here Nor There to hide it.
The Jungle of Neither Here Nor There had properties that scrambled sense of direction. Birds often became disoriented once crossing over that territory, trapping themselves and dying because they couldn't use the earth's electromagnetic field to guide themselves. A Wu-sensing creature like Dojo would be able to tell the general area that the Wu was in—that being the jungle itself—but unable to discern more than that. One could spend half a day looking through that jungle to find the Wu that he had hidden in it.
In his dragon form, Chase blended in well with the environment. He chose simply to wait until the Xiaolin monk took the path he knew Omi would take.
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Omi was more alert toward his surroundings than normal. The Jungle of Neither Here Nor There was near the Land of Nowhere, the territory that Chase Young ruled over. While Chase might have no interest in Shen Gong Wu collecting, there was no guarantee that the dark lord wouldn't be here, so close to his territory.
Dojo couldn't tell them where the Wu was located, so they were forced to hunt for the Wu by eye, or with the aid of Wu.
He heard a strange clicking sound that wasn't part of the collective chorus of the wild animals living in this jungle. Feeling on edge, he spun around in vain, looking for a source he wasn't likely to identify. That is, until he spotted a pair of glowing, slit eyes up in the trees.
He was right to suspect that Chase Young would be here. The giant dragon leaped from his perch to engage with Omi.
The monstrous being had an extra limb to fight with and a dangerous close range weapon (his mouth full of teeth), so while Omi felt he could manage himself with a human Chase Young, a dragon Chase Young posed more problems and a serious threat. He had to think through his moves more carefully to avoid getting snagged by a tooth or facing the brunt of a tail sweep.
Once again, Chase was engaging in those brisk touches in areas that weren't benefiting him in winning the dual. Chase could smell the sweat, the arousal, from his brief ministrations. He smirked at Omi's perplexed face.
A poke here, a squeeze there—Omi was sure that the dragon had groped his arse!
Omi slipped on wet stone, head cushioned by the soft mud underneath him as he fell. Chase pounced on top of him, causing Omi to sink further into the mud.
"Something has changed in you, young monk," Chase said cryptically.
"I agree! I have become much better at fighting!" Omi tried to kick Chase off with his legs between himself and Chase's chest. When he leapt to his feet, Chase's tail was already curving around to whip him into the base of another tree, knocking the wind out of his lungs from the power.
"There are many mysteries in life, but there are many that I have come to know the answers to," Chase said as he approached a coughing Omi. "The human body is not so unknown to me." He snatched up Omi's wrists, digging his nails into them and pressing his body firmly against the wiggling monk to prevent a repeat of what just happened.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Omi spat, "so if you are done with the crazy chitter chat, release me and fight me in your true form instead of hiding like a coward!"
Omi liked to talk a lot, but especially when he was nervous. The dragon purred, a low, soothing noise that made Omi feel alarmingly clam, alarming when facing someone so dangerous as Chase Young.
"This is my true form," Chase corrected, "and you should practice what you preach. An honest man wouldn't have to cower behind self-delusion." He emphasized the point by pressing his groin against the hardened length of the trapped monk.
Omi's face bloomed red, realising his predicament. "Even if my body is reacting like this, it does not mean I want anything to do with you!"
As a dragon, Chase Young was much taller than the Xiaolin monk, even though said monk had grown several feet in the past years. Chase had to bend back to crane his neck down, muzzle brushing past that ear to the crook of the monk's neck. He could feel the beads of sweat on the monk's skin.
"Is that so?" Chase murmured, a grin pulling his lips away from his teeth. Sharp points tickled the skin of Omi's neck.
Apparently, that spooked Omi enough for him to summon his elemental power of water and attempt to knock Chase back with a directed torrent of water.
Chase was forced back lest he get battered with said water. Chase didn't want to cause Omi to retreat, so he reverted to his human form in the process, a frown settling on his face.
"It is not always wise to ignore what your body is telling you."
"I know how to read my gut's intuition. And it says you're up to no good." He felt more confident now that he was staring at a human face.
"And yet—" at that moment, the voices of Clay, Raimundo, and Kimiko were heard in the distance, calling for Omi. The dragon seemed annoyed that his friends were interrupting them, more annoyed than last time.
"Until next time." The Heylin Warrior leapt backwards into the dense, dark flora of the jungle, disappearing out of sight.
Omi stood there, transfixed at the spot where Chase Young last was. He startled when Raimundo put a hand on his shoulder.
"Yo dude, we found the Weicon Crab," Raimundo said. "Somehow it was 20 feet underground, but we had the Falcon's Eye to help."
Omi blinked, looking at him and then back to where Chase had stood.
"You okay, Omi?" Kimiko asked.
"I am fine," Omi replied without much conviction. He thought about mentioning encountering Chase Young, but he bit his tongue instead.
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Omi was fading in and out of sleep when he felt something touching him. A rough hand found its way underneath his pants to grope at his crotch. When he opened his eyes and turned to look at who was touching him, no one was there. He shrugged it off as him waking up from a dream, and turned back to sleep.
When he was about to fall asleep again, he felt hands on his body again. He didn't move immediately, to see what would happen. There was a hot breath on the back of his neck and once again, a hand creeping down his underwear. Maybe he was dreaming since this had never happened to him before. When the touch reached the base of his groin, he let out a noise of approval and pressed into the fingers. By doing this, however, the touches disappeared and he was left disappointed and wanting.
Maybe if he just pretended to be asleep, the hands would complete their mission. He imagined they were strong hands, but whose? He saw the other Xiaolin monks as just friends, and couldn't imagine they'd come in and feel him up without asking about being in a relationship beforehand.
Maybe it was Katnappe, but she didn't have a real interest in him. She also didn't have rough hands like that which was creeping back down his pants after waiting a few minutes.
He could feel his heart begin to race faster. It wasn't okay if he imagined it was Chase Young's hands, but he did it anyway.
Carnal.
Lying on his side, Omi could feel a firm length rubbing between his legs, against his balls.
Desire. He needed.
He was leaking precum with how aroused the Heylin Warrior was making him.
Entering him slowly. Full, more than he could handle. This was wrong.
The movements were slow. Rocking back and forth. Could feel the throbbing of that shaft inside of him.
It was hard not to react to the pleasure. Chase withdrew all the way before slowly re-entering. Omi couldn't help but whimper. Instead of scaring Chase off, it seemed to encourage him. He picked up his pace.
Pounding into him, the slaps of skin-on-skin quiet in the silent temple.
Hot. Want.
He couldn't pretend he was asleep any longer, his hands gripping at the sheets.
Fuck.
When Chase heard a long moan from Omi, it emboldened him to go faster. Harder.
Omi shifted his hips, curling his legs closer to himself to take more of Chase in, the girth of Chase's rod slipping in further than before.
It felt so good.
If he thought enough, Chase's heavy breaths sounded like a ragged dragon.
Taboo. A man shouldn't mate with an animal.
Omi thumbed at his cock and massaged his balls, unable to feel ashamed for what was transpiring.
Harder, harder.
The soft skin of Chase's lips pressing into his shoulder convinced Omi that it was just a man. That it wasn't so taboo. But it was still wrong.
He was so close, his more frequent moans exposing the fact.
It was ending too soon.
The pleasure came over him. Tightened around the Heylin Warrior, warmth consuming him.
Done.
Sleep—
…
Until Omi woke up, realising it was just a dream.
It was just a dream.
.o
The following nights had not been any kinder to Omi. He'd been seeing Chase Young everywhere that he wasn't.
One night in the temple, he'd seen the shadow of a spiky figure with broad shoulders extending across the wall. Omi's heart rate spiked as it reminded him of the very being that was plaguing his thoughts. However, it was revealed to be Dojo carrying a wide plate with more food than could possibly fit in that small belly of his.
He tried meditating, but found trouble with that as well. Thoughts of Chase Young kept running through his mind and his mind just kept latching onto them despite trying to meditate. Each thought sent a coil of heat burning from his stomach and lower.
He fell from sitting on his head, picking himself up. He heard the other monks snoozing away, muttering in their dreams. Quietly opening the curtain to his room, he exited the monk hall and to the outside of the temple. After a short detour to the Wu Vault, he carried himself down the stairs past the front gate of the temple, he headed left to the river that wrapped around the border of one of the mountains. It was a chilly night but it helped keep his thoughts at bay.
When he reached the edge of the water, he stared at the reflection of the moon. Taking off his shoes and rolling up his pant legs, he waded into the water. He wiggled his toes in the soft soil.
He couldn't go to Master Fung about this, or anyone, really. If he confessed about the thoughts and dreams he was having, he could only imagine the worst possible scenarios as to how the others would react. Disgust, horror. He was a Xiaolin Warrior! His mind shouldn't be so distracted by such a thing!
He held his white robes closer to his body. It felt like he was losing control. He thought maybe practicing his control over water could help him. He equipped his Kaijin Charm, frowning at the memory of when he'd last used this Shen Gong Wu at this river. It wouldn't be like last time.
And so, he practiced.
And yet, Chase Young was still haunting his thoughts. He could have sworn he saw the man in the mountains as he was spinning on a tower of water built with his powers.
He glanced back toward that part of the mountain, doing a double take. The Heylin Warrior was there! Unless he was hallucinating.
Omi dropped into the river, getting his clothes soaked. Despite his nerves, he couldn't run away—it just wasn't like him to. He charged forth toward the mountain. Chase saved him time by meeting him halfway.
"Ah, Omi. What keeps one like you up late at night?" Chase began.
"I could be asking you the same thing, Chase Young! Though, knowing that one is on the side of evil would be enough to keep anyone up at night!"
Chase ignored what he said. "You seem to be having an issue with control."
Omi blinked. "How could you tell?"
"Going out in the middle of the night to train has to imply something. Someone like you has no lack of confidence in themselves, which belies an inner turmoil," Chase surmised. Omi was thrown off. Once again, Chase Young's wisdom and ability to see right to the root of the issue kept Omi on his toes.
"One must come to realise that fighting against themselves isn't always the wisest idea."
Though they stood on different mountain peaks, Chase Young closed the gap between them with a single leap, landing on a lower region of the mountain peak Omi stood upon.
"I am whole with myself! And there is not an empty truth inside."
"Lying doesn't suit you, young one."
Omi shivered as the cold sunk into his bones thanks to his wet clothes. He felt on edge; when it came to Chase Young and wisdom, Omi was always stepping into unknown territory, territory that couldn't be charged into headfirst like he could with other situations.
"As I mentioned before, I've noticed something different about you," Chase said as he jumped his way up to where Omi stood.
"You're unfocused; something is troubling you."
"What does that concern you?"
Chase smirked. "I'm fairly certain you know why it concerns me."
Omi was suddenly hyperaware of the surroundings about him. Was it possible that Chase Young knew about what he was dreaming? How could he know? He didn't have any of the Shen Gong Wu that granted such powers.
"Even if I cannot read one's mind, our bodies are open books. I can see that my presence is affecting you in a way that it did not before." He was face to face with Omi now, staring down at the shorter with glowing eyes.
"You are dreaming on!" Omi said defiantly, crossing his arms and cocking his head stubbornly.
"Oh really?" Chase closed a single hand around Omi's crossed arms, keeping them locked in position. "Then why do I smell your obvious arousal in my presence?"
Omi's cheeks turned red in embarrassment.
"I—I was having a dream about—" Omi thought of the first person that came to mind, "—Dojo!"
The Heylin lord quirked a brow. "Dojo?"
"Yes! Now do myself a favour and release me!"
"Lying does not suit a Xiaolin Warrior." He released Omi's arms but kept a firm, stead hand on Omi's shoulder.
"I can help fix your issues, young one."
"There is nothing to fix!" Omi was getting tired of not being able to get a leg up in the situation, and he was becoming cranky from not getting enough sleep. The man who was the focus of all of these issues was only making him more agitated now.
"You would like control over your body, your thoughts, your feelings," Chase boldly placed his other hand on the stiffening crotch of the Xiaolin monk, crossing boundaries that weren't spoken but implied. "I can guide you if you would let me."
Omi battered his hands away. "I am in perfect control of myself. I can will away any thoughts that I do not need, just by telling myself to. I have mastery over myself!" As a point, he crossed his arms again and scrunched his face, as though he were attempting to force his erection to disappear.
"Issues like these rarely go away by themselves. Who knows? Maybe giving into it just this once would be enough to rid you of those thoughts…"
That gave Omi pause. All of his issues could go away if he'd let Chase teach him around his body. He blinked, slowly shaking his head.
"I—I could never…"
The hand he'd knocked away once again found its way to his shoulder, giving it a squeeze that sent tingles throughout his body. He looked up and saw a burning gaze returned, a dark smile on the dark lord's face.
"Never say never," Chase said, and those same words echoed in the back of Omi's mind of the last time he'd felt so vulnerable and hesitant under Chase's critical gaze.
Chase's gaze shifted sideways, and Omi followed that look to see a little silver millipede crawling near where they were standing. Chase scowled and picked one up, observing it. "It appears there's pests nearby."
More silver millipedes made their way down the mountain. Hundreds, and then thousands, as Omi looked carefully. It was hard to see them in the moonlight, being so small, but their metallic hides reflected that moonlight enough to notice their tiny pebble bodies if looked at closely enough.
It was one of Jack's new inventions, robotic millipedes, to invade the temple discretely. The camera bead on the millipede's head let Chase know that Jack would now know that Chase had been at the temple. He mentally reminded himself to block all communication from the inventor for the next few weeks just to avoid the annoying questions Jack would surely have about it.
"Think about it, Omi," Chase crushed the millipede between his fingers before doing a disappearing act within the valleys of the mountains.
Omi used his elemental power to raise a wall of water that rivaled the height of the mountains that surrounded the temple. It was a very thin wall, for he could only stretch his powers so far, but he allowed that wall to smash into the mountains. In doing so, he wiped out the millipedes and short-circuiting them.
If Chase hadn't distracted Omi, then Omi would have been too distracted by practicing his element to notice the robot bugs crawling down the mountain. He frowned, yet again perplexed about Chase Young's motives.
Why was Chase at the temple? Why did he let Omi know about the bugs? He could have just let Jack do his thing and gain access to their Shen Gong Wu and other secrets. Were these millipede bots an actual threat, which is why Chase warned him?
As he walked back to the temple, squashing any stray moving millipede bots that he could spot, he wondered if his dreams were able to show the future. Why was Chase so interested in him now in that way?
He thought he'd be able to get a cleared head from being out in the fresh air, but now he wouldn't be able to get a wink of sleep for the rest of the night.
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The dragon needed his hide to be polished. Whilst his human form was able to be managed with general hygiene, the scales of his beast form could be oiled to a fine sheen. While his beast form could produce its own oil, Chase thought that Omi could be put to good use.
"Polish? But how will I do that with no hands?" The yellow cat asked as though Chase had gone mad.
"It would be smart of you to master the limits of your cat form and overcome those limits," Chase tossed the cat an open bottle of oil, to which Omi spilled some on the floor as he could not catch it properly.
"This is a waste of time," Omi complained, gripping the bottle as best he could with his paws and trying to maneuver it on the rag he had to pour it on. When he succeeded, he carried it in his mouth and walked atop the giant dragon's back. Chase lounged, reading a magazine as Omi began his work.
Omi started with the shoulders, keeping three paws steady while one maneuvered the rag up and down in small, jerky circles. His range of motion wasn't great in the wrists, so he had to utilize his full arm. That would tire him out soon enough.
Chase may have had a point. It was sort of a nice challenge for Omi to try in the monotony of life as a cat.
He slipped off Chase's back to continue polishing down the arm. Several times he would go back to the bottle and reapply more polish to the rag, then continue. When he reached Chase's wrist, Chase watched amused as Omi attempted to polish the dragon's hands. The hands weren't as broad and flat as the thickness of his arm, meaning the cat would struggle to get in between the joints of his fingers. However, he wasn't surprised that Omi managed to complete the task successfully.
Chase admired the handiwork of Omi's polish job on his hand as the cat made his way to the other shoulder and repeated the job. Once finished with the other arm, Omi plopped down to the side of Chase, worn out.
"I need a break," Omi said between breaths.
The Heylin dragon's gaze was now focused on Omi. That maw of his quirked into a smile. "It is always nice to appreciate part of my collection," he purred, drawing a claw under Omi's chin and stroked it gently. Omi leaned into the chin scratches, enjoying the stimulation. Chase gave the cat a few pets before he went back to reading his magazine.
Omi lounged for a few minutes, purring and kneading his little paws in contentment.
When he found himself ready to begin again, he climbed back onto the dragon and began to polish the middle of Chase's back. At first he avoided the black spikes protruding from Chase's spine, but upon contemplation, he decided to polish those, too. When he used both paws to wrap the rag around both sides of the spike, the dragon beneath him let out an odd noise. He'd never heard him make that noise before.
"Am I hurting you?" Omi paused, staring at the dragon for confirmation.
"No," Chase replied, but not turning back to Omi. "Those spikes are simply an erogenous zone for me as a dragon."
If Omi had been human, he would have been blushing. Yet, he couldn't just leave the spikes unpolished! He'd already applied some to the one he was working on, and if he stopped now, half of it would look nice, shiny, and a rich black, while the other half would grey and worn. Having made up his mind, he proceeded to polish those spikes.
One by one he went, and each one elicited inappropriate noises from the Heylin dragon. The dragon shifted beneath him, making grunts here and there, tail whipping about as though in agitation. Omi couldn't finish his entire back because Chase suddenly sat up and flipped himself over to reveal his underbelly. Looking at Omi's body sprawled on the floor, the dragon let out a purr and pet his cat. Omi looked up at Chase and noticed that his pupils, normally slits, were now dilated. He looked hungry.
Looking down, he noticed that his actions had aroused Chase. From the slit between his legs arose two pink members that seemed to twitch in time to the dragon's pulse. Omi had seen Chase's hemipenis before—
…
Omi's eyes snapped open. A new day, a new pair of undergarments ruined. Omi groaned, rubbing his temples in frustration. He changed into his normal robes and carried his soiled ones to scrub at furiously.
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His fellow Xiaolin Warriors weren't the only ones who noticed his off disposition. Master Fung had noticed that Omi's performance seemed to be slipping in training. He attempted to console the young monk, but Master Fung was not a mind reader. He could not discern every single thing that troubled a young monk. Least of all those troubles being confusing physical attraction toward their mortal enemy.
Master Fung's proverbs went in one ear and out the other for Omi that day. If only he could stop thinking about that Chase Young…
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Omi sat at the side of Chase Young's throne, picking at the black and green robes Chase had him wearing. For some reason today, Chase had half-transformed him. He had his human body and no fur, yet his cat ears and cat tail remained.
"What is the meaning of this?" Omi inquired. Chase responded by patting him on the head. To Omi, it felt like he was a cat still! Normally, being pat on the head as a human didn't elicit much other than indignation from the monk, but as a cat, being pet on the head felt really good. And now, he was feeling that way as Chase rubbed his face. Omi did as he would a cat, leaning into those pets and purring—he could still purr!
"My, my, you're much more sensitive like this, aren't you?" Chase teased, petting him under the chin.
"I am not to be toyed with! I may be small, but I'm scrappy!" Omi said defiantly as he continued to allow the petting. He climbed onto Chase's lap, which Chase permitted by not kicking him off. Chase never seemed to mind him being on his lap in any form.
Chase's other hand trailed his fingers down the length of Omi's clothed back. Omi couldn't help but mewl and arch into it, wiggling a bit as Chase scratched at the base of his spine. Omi's fingers dug into the fabric covering Chase's thighs, kneading adamantly. He leaned against the dark lord's torso, head bumping against his chin. Chase hummed in approval.
A hand slid its way through the opening of Omi's vest, a finger tracing around a nipple and pinching it. The cat boy gasped at the ministrations, faintly aware of his manhood hardening between his legs. The silk of his robe was shuffled down his shoulders to reveal his bare chest. He certainly had packed on muscle as he aged, and the muscles were more defined from having spent much of his waking life exercising through practice.
The Heylin Warrior nibbled at the exposed flesh of his shoulder whilst the hand preoccupied on Omi's back moved slightly downward, twirling about and playing with his sensitive tail. He tugged it gently before palming Omi's ass, fingers dipping into his crevice and prodding at his entrance. Omi moaned with a full body shiver.
Chase removed the glove from one hand, putting his fingers into his mouth. When they were extracted, they were covered in a huge glob of saliva. The excess was likely due to his dragon form's influence on his human form.
Omi cringed at the sight, but Chase ignored the ugly look. He circled Omi's anus, tentatively probing inside. When he didn't see any discomfort from Omi, he would go deeper, carefully monitoring Omi's face while preparing him for the inevitable. Globs of lubricant trailed down his ass and thighs as he trembled from the pent up arousal.
It was hard to keep Omi still on his lap. He was such a lively creature when being handled in this way, nearly falling off the throne at some points. When Chase felt Omi was properly prepared, he pushed aside his loincloth and pulled down the front of his pants enough to expose his hard, red penis.
Omi was eager, planting his knees on either side of Chase Young before popping himself onto the head of the ready cock. Omi let out a harsh moan and he could feel the amused chuckle that rumbled from the larger man's chest. Chase grabbed onto Omi's hips to control the pace. He slowly eased Omi down onto his impressive length, making Omi moan at the ceiling as he felt every inch of that cock enter him.
When Omi's rear was flush with Chase's lap, Chase took a moment to appraise the sight in front of him. He felt his dick jump at the sight of the little cat boy perched upon his dick, eyes tracking the rising and falling of the boy's chest as he panted and cooed, the twitching cat ears and lashing tail that he fancied. When he lifted Omi up, he purred at the sight of Omi's tight little hole stretched over his dick. He began a gentle pace that was punctuated with a cute noise from Omi each time ass and thigh slapped together.
"Who's a good little kitten?" Chase rasped, bouncing the cat boy up and down on his cock.
Omi mewled wantonly and writhed on his length, clutching helplessly at Chase's shoulders.
"Cha-a-ase," Omi whined, seemingly losing the ability for higher function of thought when overwhelmed with such pleasure.
Displeased with the lack of a response, Chase froze, keeping Omi's hips firmly in place with his hands as the ex-Xiaolin Warrior tried grinding down to get more sensation.
"I—what is the matter? Why did you stop?" Without movement, Omi's head cleared enough to form sentences again.
"This is not merely play, young one. It is a lesson in concentration." Somehow Omi wasn't so sure that was the whole case. "You must be able to concentrate despite many distractions coming your way, no matter how pleasant they are."
Omi's face scrunched up in frustration, his claws digging into Chase's skin and drawing blood without any reaction from the Heylin Warrior.
"I, uhh, I am a good kittycat?" Omi tried.
Chase smirked and pet his head. It would suffice for now. "Good boy."
He shoved Omi's hips back down and thrust in and out of that tight hole. Omi moaned like a cat in heat, convulsing on his dick as he struck that prostate dead on, chanting his name over and over, begging for more, harder, Chase…
…
He felt like he was going insane.
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The Heylin eclipse had come. While it lasted only a few minutes, those few minutes of weakness would be just enough to defeat him.
Hannibal Bean had been the only one who was equally matched to him in strength when he was at his weakest, only having lost a showdown during the Heylin eclipse due to Kimiko's interference when she'd disguised herself as Jack. However, Hannibal was no longer a threat. He'd been de-chi'ed by the Chi Guardian and was trapped in the Ying Yang World, wandering aimlessly for all eternity.
Wuya, on the other hand, still had Jack. She was no longer welcome in Chase's lair and so returned to the intelligent boy. Despite Jack Spicer's numerous failings, he was innovative. Over the years, he had definitely improved the quality of his robots. A few dozen of them wouldn't be an issue for Chase. It was when the numbers reached the thousands that Chase had begun to struggle. Jack had never amassed such a horde before, but thanks to the Claws of Epigon, he had been able to create numerous identical copies of his robots.
As Jack matured, his rampant fanboyism over Chase had dropped. While he still displayed eccentricity at times, it was nowhere near the level of ass-kissing that he used to do. He had more self-esteem now, adding yet another person targeting Chase.
In a moment of surprise, Omi had joined Chase in the fight against Jack's bots at his lair. They worked as well together as they had many moons ago, bodies leaping in synchrony, destroying the leagues of metal mechanoids that attempted to take Chase down.
When the last bot was destroyed, Chase rose from his crouch to leer at Omi.
"Did you truly come in defense of me, or was it for more… selfish reasons?" The Heylin Warrior war a somewhat pained smile on his face as he flicked his hair off his sweaty forehead.
Omi frowned. "No, I have come to defeat you myself."
"Is that so? Why not let others defeat me instead? You could have saved yourself the hassle of eliminating another Evil that way."
Omi shuffled his feet. "Yes, well…" He didn't look confident, but he took a step forward with his Shimo Staff outstretched.
"Well?" There was a glint in Chase's eye. He could feel the eclipse of the sun having passed, his power surging through his body. He began shifting into his dragon form. If the little one was planning on defeating him to gain his power, the monk was surely mistaken. While Chase was certain of what Omi was truly here for, it was best not to take chances. Not when the effects of the Heylin eclipse hadn't completely worn off.
Omi could handle himself, but after having fought off so many enemies, he wasn't so certain that he would be able to handle the strength of Chase in his draconic form. He hesitated in his approach.
"I am never fooled, little one."
Since Chase Young's encounter with Omi in the Desert of Standing Stones, he had witnessed every one of Omi's dreams, viewing them through the Shadow of Fear. He'd spent many nights stalking about the Xiaolin Temple, remaining undetected, to catch each and every one of those tasty dreams.
Omi looked around, looking for some other explanation to this situation, such as the Shadow of Fear brining to life the horrors of his dream. He wanted to believe it was a nightmare. Tried to convince himself.
The dragon looked intently at Omi, predatory eyes clearly looking him up and down as if he liked what he saw.
One could say Omi let himself be tackled by the dragon; maybe he'd just been mesmerized by that intense stare. But he snapped back to reality when he hit the ground, and kicked at the dragon's armoured belly.
Seduction was a cautious game that Chase would have to play carefully. He was certain that the more times he fraternized with Omi, the more the monk would become attached to him—more likely to let things slide. Omi could always fall down that slippery slope as he did the first time. Chase had witnessed Omi's scale of morality, how the monk's actions could contradict what he believed for selfish gain, such as having assisted him in escaping the Sphere of Yun to defeat Jack.
He could gain Omi's trust. He could teach him of moral quandary that would make him hesitate. He could make Omi see the realities of the world, that there were greys in that black and white logic of Omi's.
Chase's groin pulsed with a base need when looking at the monk before him, a look on the monk's face that expressed a vulnerability that had never been revealed to Chase until now.
While he was able to control himself with ease as a human, his dragon form still had a feral nature to it that was hard to handle, especially without many instances in the past with which to train it.
When Omi tried to wiggle out from underneath him, a guttural growl akin to an alligator rumbled from the dragon, freezing the monk in place.
Omi grit his teeth and tilted his head to the side.
Omi wanted to be claimed.
Chase didn't spare him; took him as a dragon. Evil did not sympathise with pain. Omi came there willingly; he'd get what Chase offered.
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Author's Note: Literally should be studying for my college exams rn lol
