Jack stared now too awake to fall asleep. Chase. Why did he have to pick the most unlikely of futures? As it was now Jack was on the far edge of the large bed. Chase was somewhat in the middle of the bed. Well it was his bed after all. After what felt like an eternity he closed his eyes. Chase might've been acting weird but he doubted that he would do anything too weird.
Unaware to him Chase was not asleep. He was having an inner battle that he wasn't doing so well in. His inner dragon had grown restless. Going into a primal urge. One that Chase would rather not have. Not for the worm of an inventor. But he wasn't like he used to be.
Jack was no longer scrawny, he was svelte. His white body now seemed to glow like a porcelain doll rather than a child that had a failed attempt at baking with their body coated in flour. His eyes now sparked with intelligence that he always had but only now showed through. His coy mannerisms sparked attention that made you give it all to him despite only asking for a little. His knowing smirk only mirrored with Chase's own. Both holding mysteries and promises of secrets. Of holding something back.
He knew that Jack was well awake. A light lingering smell of fear danced in the air. But only that. It was as if he had learned how to bottle up and contain his emotions. Something that Chase found somewhat pleasing yet oddly irritating. He felt like he wanted nothing more than to smash the control that Jack had obviously obtained. And then find out where he had learned to do such.
-.-
Jenna sat in her bed awake waiting for Chance and her dad. There were limited rooms available to the cause with the little land they had so families had to share rooms. Not that she cared. She loved the sounds of her brother and dad sleeping peacefully in the same room. She loved the smell of their bodies either clean from bathing or slightly sweaty from working. She just loved it.
But now her brother and dad were late. Chance was no doubt in the secret room. They'd have to tell the monks and ask their dad about it in the morning. And her dad, well he had a habit of wandering the grounds late at night and look up at the sky. One time she followed him out of curiosity. She saw him surrounded in a small patch of poppies he had managed to grow. He picked one up and smelled it.
Sighing, she was surprised to hear words come out from him, "Wuya. Help me."
She had only ever heard him asking Dashi for help. She had never heard of Wuya before. The monks had certainly never mentioned her before.
"Chase threatens their lives. I need help. Dashi is strong. Chase is smart. Gwan was swift. Wuya, you are the same sly witch. I know you're listening. I need help."
The wind answered back pulling his hair out of his face. He sighed again but this time in relief.
She pulled herself out of the memory. Her dad was probably talking to Wuya again. As she thought about it she couldn't help but wonder, was Wuya the name of their mother?
-.-
Chance looked around the lab working with tools trying to figure out their purpose as he had never seen things like them before in his time as a warrior of Xiaolin. Not that he was really much of a warrior. He loved the lab work his dad did. The medicine, armor and toys.
But now he saw weapons. Not swords and shields, spears and arrows. But something he heard his dad talk about to the monks a while ago. Guns. Weapons that could kill in an instant if aimed right. Weapons that could take down the dark lord if used correctly. Something very bad if it ended up in the wrong hands. Heylin hands. He thought to himself how he was going to make these without the knowledge of the monks. He had the tools. He had the materials and the blueprints alongside them.
But the monks always seemed to know when either he or his sister was up to something. He didn't want to hide it either. But why else would they hide away such knowledge if they really didn't want people to use it? There was a secret. A mystery. Something he did not care for in the least. He liked answers not riddles. Well, he liked answers not mysteries. He liked knowing and stumping others. Not being the confused one. It never bode him well.
Like not knowing who their mother was. That was something he had grudgingly come to accept. No one knew except for the monks and obviously his father. He did mention once that Jenna had their mother's eyes. And that he looked more like their mother but had his eyes. He pictured in his mind a woman with a complexion like his, maybe a bit darker. Long flowing black hair (his dad mention that it was rarely cut, similar to Chance who preferred to just pull it back into a ponytail) and striking yellow eyes. She was pretty. But she seemed manly in his mind's eye. Not like Aunt Ashley or Master Kimiko who were strong yet dainty.
Heck thinking about it, his mind made mom look manlier than Uncle Lemime. He must've been really tired. He spotted something rather peculiar there. A cot. One that looked similar to a hammock. He shrugged his shoulders and jumped into it without thought of what Lashings he might receive from Jenna the next morning.
-.-
"Think Jack is alright?" Kimiko asked. Raimundo walked up next to her and placed his hand protectively over her stomach.
"I hope so. I can't imagine explaining to Chance and Jenna what has happened," he said stiffly. Kimiko looked down at her stomach where his hand lay.
"I know you're worried about them and accepting the new arrival," she said. Raimundo kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Yeah. But knowing them they'll love him or her either way," he said softly.
-.-
Chase felt his rage boiling over. The fear had left the air. Jack was nearly asleep and yet his inner beast was still trying to escape. It wanted Jack. It wanted release. He could feel himself grow hard. He had slept with many women and even a few men. But none of them had made him grow hard by just being there. He didn't know how much longer he could take it. But he could not leave. No. That would let Jack win. And Jack was his. His inventor. His servant. His. All his. He couldn't wait. He needed release now.
He grabbed Jack's shoulder and yanked the young man to him. Startled at the action he yelped waking him fully.
"Chase?" he asked in an adorably frightened voice. Chase couldn't help but smile as he had heard him.
I don't know. I've never written a lemon before. Should I go for it?