Summary: Chase's magic detector at the front of his lair is malfunctioning; therefor, his visitors must be patted down before entering.

Author's Note: Was stepping outside to walk my dog when this idea popped into my head. Rush written cuz I haven't studied for school.

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Chase had plans to seduce the albino. He didn't think it would be this easy.

While Jack Spicer had been a pain in his ass when he first met the genius, over the years, distance and several hundred ass-kickings from the Xiaolin monks had disenfranchised the boy from continuing to participate much in the world of magic. The young man, now nineteen, successfully ran his own technology company. To the public, it was a wealthy robotics endeavor; in the Heylin world, it was a venture for weapons and bots.

It just so happened that Chase's rarely used computer was no longer working properly.

One might get the idea that a 1500 year old Heylin lord wouldn't need the technology of the future. However, one doesn't go through 1500 years and not get bored of the same thing every day. A computer allowed him to keep in touch with much more of the world around him than watching isolated sectors of the world through a bird's eye or via teleporting. Social media wasn't his favourite past time, but it kept him up to date.

Unfortunately, his magic detector also was down.

It was likely that the spells that alerted him to anyone with magical items on them—Shen Gong Wu, specifically—simply wore off over time, and he'd failed to recast them in time. He would have to do this, but in the meantime, his focus was upon the pale boy that stood before him.

"Spicer."

Jack waved.

"Hey, Chase. Long time no see." The young man's voice had deepened exponentially since he'd grown, causing a low warmth to pool in Chase's stomach in conjunction with the plan he had concocted.

"Y'know, I wouldn't be doing a service call like this for anyone else with computer troubles."

"As I said before, Spicer, I would prefer my possessions to be worked upon by someone I am familiar with and trust."

Spicer smiled, rubbing his neck. "After all those years of you pushing me, and it's only when we rarely see each other that you actually trust me." He laughed, walking toward the entrance, but Chase moved to stop him.

"What?"

"…My magic detectors have worn off. If you wish to enter, you will be subject to a patdown."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? I don't have any Shen Gong Wu left on me since Wuya ditched me and I gave up the routine of turning black and blue each time I wanted to fight for it."

"Nonetheless, I ask that you respect my wishes."

Jack raised his arms. "Alright, where do I stand to be pat down?"

Chase moved toward him. "Right there is fine. Don't make any sudden movements."

Jack immediately stepped back, disobeying the order. "W-wait—you're the one doing the patdown?"

The Heylin lord stepped forward to put a hand on Jack's shoulder to steady him, lest he accidentally walk off the cliff.

He smirked, revealing his fangs. "Is that a problem, Spicer?" He removed his gloves slowly, his smirk only growing when he observed Jack's eyes following his hands' every move.

His hands found their way into Jack's hair, scratching his scalp lightly as though massaging it, causing Jack to shudder.

"Is that really necessary?" Jack broke his silence.

"One can never be too careful—Wuya has tried in the past to sneak Shen Gong Wu in that spider's web of a mane," Chase responded, letting his fingers brush against Jack's neck as hands worked their way underneath the modern black jacket he wore, underneath the shoulders to sweep the jacket off of him. It fall to the floor, much to the displeasure of Jack.

"That's a $700 jacket," he sneered, bending to pick it up, but a firm hand on the chest kept him straight.

"I need access to all of your body," Chase replied cooly, hands feeling down one arm and then another, turning the young man's palms up and rubbing his palms. He could smell a faint arousal emanating from the inventor at this point.

"I thought a patdown was supposed to remain above the clothes only?" Jack mentioned suspiciously. "I'm sure my shirt's tight enough that you'd be able to tell if something's in there."

"And yet, here I am." Traced upon the slim but built tone of Jack's abdomen, he could feel Jack tense when his hands fell below the belt line, but Chase skipped his hips and went to grabbing a leg instead. The heat beneath his fingers increased.

Powerful hands gripped up Jacks' thighs, using more pressure than was necessary for an actual patdown. Chase felt the wirey muscles with perverse pleasure that Jack hadn't lost muscle tone from leaving the physical combat scene. Jack jerked when Chase squeezed at his inner thigh, and the young man began quivering.

"I-I-I—" His lips moved like he wanted to say something, but he couldn't get the words out right as Chase's grip dropped down to the other leg and proceeded up the path.

Like a predator circling its prey, he slowly moved behind Jack and smoothed his hands down Jack's back, taking extra time to trace a finger back up the spine. He could see sweat forming on Jack's neck, and the dark lord couldn't help but chuckle.

"There's nothing to be nervous about, Jack," Chase said as he boldly groped at Jack's ass. He was certain Jack would have leaped out of his hands had he not been more self-confident in himself now as an older individual.

"Chase?" Those strong hands were lingering a bit too long on his ass…

A firm cupping of his crotch really did have Jack leaping out of Chase's hands that time.

Jack whipped around with colour to his face.

"W-what the heck is going on!" he sounded more like his younger self with how high his voice was.

"It's just standard procedure, Jack," Chase purred, draping an arm over Jack's shoulder. The albino stared questioningly at Chase, eyebrow furrowed, before a small smile graced his lips.

"You sure you're not hitting on me?"

The Heylin lord laughed. "I promise I won't bite."