Jack woke up the next morning curled up against Chase and with the other man's arm around him. He let out a happy sigh, he could definitely get used to this. Jack adjusted his legs and felt bare skin under his own. Was he not wearing pants? Was Chase not? Were they both not? Jack lifted the cover and threw it back down. Why was he naked!? Why was Chase naked!? Did they forget to put clothes on last night or something!? That was when Jack remembered.

"Oh, fuck." Jack looked at Chase. "Literally." The young man felt his face heat up. "I-I can't believe it. I'm...I'm not hurt?" Jack moved his hips a little and felt a small hint of soreness. "You'd think I'd be in some serious pain right now after all of that." He muttered. Jack smirked when he came up with an idea. He was so going to exaggerate this to get out of training today. Jack quickly put his head back on Chase's chest and closed his eyes when he felt the warlord move.

"Morning, Spicer." Chase said, rubbing his thumb against Jack's shoulder. Jack only responded with a tired groan. "Get up." Another groan. "Let's go get some breakfast." Chase attempted to get up and Jack hugged him tighter, making him stay. Chase could have easily yanked Jack off of him, but he wasn't in the mood to do that. "Come on."

"No. I'm sore." Jack whined.

"Really now?" Chase raised a brow, a small smirk on his lips.

"It hurts a lot, I don't think I can do anything today." Jack pouted out his lower lip. "And I was so looking forward to our training today." The young man put the back of his hand to his forehead. "It looks like we're going to have to stay in bed all day. Oh, the agony of it all."

"I know you're exaggerating. I heard you earlier." Chase stated.

"You were awake?"

"I've been awake for a good hour."

"Why didn't you get me up?"

"Guess you could say I was acting like you and decided that staying in bed a little longer was a pleasant idea." Chase scratched his cheek with a finger. "We could stay in bed all day like you suggested, but then we wouldn't be able to check on Nani and the kits."

"The kits!" Jack leaped out of the bed, forgetting his nudity and sprinted out of the room.

"Spice-"

"Why are you naked!? Jack Spicer, put some clothes on this instant!" Wuya screeched. Chase couldn't help himself from laughing as Jack ran straight back into the room. "What part of your brain decided that streaking was a smart thing to do!?" Wuya stopped in front of Chases' open door, seeing Jack slipping on a pair of underwear and a naked Chase in his bed, the cover only covering one of Chase's leg and his crotch.

"Good morning, Wuya." Jack chuckled weakly. Chase was too busy laughing to speak.

"You two..." Wuya rubbed the sides of her head. "If you need me, I'm going to be dry-heaving for the next century." She added as she slowly flew away from the sight.

"That was awkward." Jack said. "And would you stop laughing!?"

"Can you blame me? I might not have that much of a sense of humor, but that was hilarious!" Chase held his stomach as he laughed even harder. He started making a strange squeaky, wheezing sound every time he inhaled. Chase caught on to the noise he was making and quickly stopped his laughing.

"That was cute." Jack chuckled.

"Hush." Chase warned.

"It was." Jack sang as he climbed back into the bed.

"I don't do 'cute'." Chase stated.

"Would you rather have me say it was sexy as hell?" Jack poked Chase's side and his eyes went wide when he saw Chase flinch away and hold back a chuckle. "Are you ticklish?"

"Absolutely not!" Chase protested.

"Why is it that I don't believe you?" Jack ignored the threatening glare Chase gave him and hopped on top of the warlord and began running his fingers along Chase's sides.

"S-Spicer, s-stop!" Chase's order was hard to understand through his laughing. It didn't take long for the wheezing sound to come back. "Th-That's it!" Chase grabbed Jack's arm and flipped them over. "Let's see how you like it."

"Chase wai-ah!" Jack squealed when Chase started tickling him. "Ch-Chase, stop. I...I can't breathe!" Jack gasped out. Chase stopped and Jack slapped his hands over his mouth when the young man had suddenly let out a loud snort.

"Did you just-"

"Shut up!" Jack's face was bright red behind his hands.

"Now, that's adorable." Chase chuckled.

"I am an evil genius hell-bent on taking over the world, I am not adorable!" Jack curled up a little and pouted.

"And I'm an evil, immortal, warlord who's ticklish. Accept your fate, Spicer." Chase said with a smile.

"Never!" Jack slipped out from under Chase and picked up his shirt. "We've got some kittens to check on." The young man tugged on his shirt and started looking around. "Where are my...pants...how?" Jack found his pants on top of Chase's wardrobe. "I don't even remember-" Jack stopped himself. "Nevermind. Your underwear's probably up there too."

"Most likely. You did get a little carried away." Chase said as he got out of bed.

"You told me to toss them and that's what I did." Jack protested.

"I said 'toss them aside' not 'throw them as far as you can'." Chase grabbed Jack's pants and his undergarments. "I suggest showering before going out."

"But the kits, it can wait." Jack said.

"Spicer, you might really want to wash a certain part of your body. Understand?" Chase sighed as Jack blinked at him several times before finally getting it.

"Oh shit!" Jack grimaced at his choice of words. "Yeah. I'll go do that."

"Are you going to need assistance?" Chase asked.

"I think I can handle it on my own." Jack saw the grin Chase was giving him. "Oh!" The young man chuckled and took off the shirt he just had put back on. "Maybe." Jack went to the door. "If you can catch me."

"I'm not running through my own lair naked." Chase stated. He stiffened when Jack tossed his underwear in his face.

"Yeah you are!" Jack called, having already taken off.

"Spicer!" Chase snapped and went after Jack.

Niso regretted getting up to check on his master that morning.