Author's Notes: Hola chicas! I hope everyone is having happy holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, and a Happy New Year. I have some good news. I discontinued my Code Lyoko story. I just couldn't find the inspiration to continue. So instead of circulating between 4 stories, it's now down to 3. To be honest, I like writing these three more than the other one, so hopefully updates will come quicker. But I won't make promises. In the spirit of the holidays, I bring you a chapter full of adulterated smut. Oh the smut. The story already has an M rating, but I'm gonna warn you again: This chapter is male/male relationship action. There will be sex. However, I wouldn't suggest skipping this chapter because there is some dialogue that is pertinent to character development. Special thanks to avi17 who beta tested this for me. Now… let it begin.

Xiaolin Showdown © Christy Hui; Phonemics © Jack Spicer, 1965

-X-

It was pouring. The clouds were big, black and rolling fervently across the sky. Fat raindrops fell in heavy sheets to the point you couldn't even see 2 inches past your nose. The wind howled and tore through the trees. Neon colored lighting flashed in the distance and the deafening thunder was quick to follow. Sometimes the windows would rattle the rumble was so loud.

However, inside the Spicer manor, our spirits hardly reflected the weather raging outside.

Jack laughed uninhibited. "You are so making that up!"

"I am not!" I argued, also lost in a fit of chuckles.

Three weeks ago I ran off to the temple without Jack's permission. He came after me. A fight broke out between Jack, Clay, and me. Naturally, it was all Jack's fault. He tried turning the blame on me. He said if I hadn't snuck out in the first place, this wouldn't have happened. I wasn't going to accept that, whether it was true or not. Jack wouldn't have anything to do with me, but he wasn't about to let me run off again. I was basically put under house arrest. Jack-Bots patrolled the property constantly and I was even followed by one 24-7 for the first week.

I didn't see Jack at all during that time. It was like he had virtually disappeared. He didn't even come to bed at night. I started to think I had really screwed up this time. Jack promised he'd never kick me out, but what good was living here if I never saw my partner? Then, the other morning, I woke up to find Jack wrapped around me. He smiled and greeted me. He kissed my cheek. After that he snuggled in closer and said he felt like sleeping in.

That was that.

We were both sitting on the bed now. Sofia was curled up in her basket over in the corner. Jack's coat was hanging on the closet door. The fact he was exposing himself meant he was in an extremely good mood. Jack has beautiful arms. They are long and slim, but with the faintest hint of muscle from working on machines all day. He moves them gracefully in wide gestures. At the moment he curls one arm in so that he can take a drink from the bottle of his favorite Ikon True Russian vodka.

He wipes his lips and speaks again. "You're telling me, you actually picked up girls with awful lines like that?"

"What can I say? Meninas like a guy who has a way with words."

Jack smiles. "Say something to me."

I think for a moment. Suddenly I remember one of my more popular lines. I take a quick sip of my Dos Lunas Reposado tequila to wet my lips. "If you were a tear in my eye, I would dare not cry for fear of losing you."

The redhead purses his lips together and his throat croaks. The croak turns into a snort and he can't hold it any longer. Again Jack laughs without restraint. "No! No- no way! No way, man!"

I titter. "Nah, dude, it sounds stupid in English. You gotta say it so it sounds exotic, even in your own tongue."

"Okay, then say it in Portuguese."

I clear my throat and sort of lean in like I'm trying to impress him. "Se era uma lágrima no meu olho, eu ria não ouso chorar para temor de perder você."

"Nope, still nothing. I think I'm too smart for pickup lines." He takes another drink. "Ooh! Say it like Antonio Banderas!"

"If joo were a teer in my eye, I woold not clry for feer of loozing joo." Try as I might, I could not, for the life of me, say it with a straight face. I tried deepening my voice and be all serious, but Jack was batting his eyelashes at me and God only knows that didn't help.

We laughed some more and drank from our bottles. So, Jack thought he couldn't be impressed by words huh? Well I had been practicing. I was hoping to save this for a more special occasion, but this would do just as well. I looked over at Jack. He'd propped himself up against the pillows. The man was laughing slightly still, though I think it was the alcohol. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Jack?"

"What is it, Rai?"

"Malice aforethought. Every sound
You can make making music.
Tough lips.
This is no nightingale. No-
Body's waxen image burned. Only
Believe me. Linguistics is divided like Graves' mythology of
mythology, a triple goddess--morphology, phonology, and
syntax.
Tough lips that cannot quite make the sounds of love
The language
Has so misshaped them.
Malicious afterthought. None of you bastards
Knows how Charlie Parker died. And dances now in some brief
kingdom (Oz) two phonemes
That were never paired before in the language."

His face falls and he stares at me for a minute. I feel awkward in the silence. Did I mess up? Did I say it wrong? Oh God, I fucked up. He's just staring at me. I can't tell what he's thinking. He's disappointed, isn't he? I should have practiced more. Damn it…

"That… that was Jack Spicer," he finally says. His words are more a statement rather than a question. I nod nervously. "That was wonderful," Jack breathes.

Relief washes over me.

Jack sets his bottle on the nightstand. "Rai…" He crawls over to me. The sheets shift silently under his weight. He takes my tequila and drops it to the floor. "Oh Rai…" I can see the heat dancing in his carmine eyes. Obviously I had won him over with words. "Did you learn that just for me, Raimundo?"

Before I could actually reply, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, his own still tasting slightly of honey from the drink. I found it odd that he'd really want this just because I recited a few words. "You really like poetry, don't you?" I asked after it broke.

Jack eagerly kisses again without a hint of hesitation, one of his hands slinking into my hair. "Love me Rai?" This is how he asks for sex. A simple request for the thing he wants most.

Breathing close to the other's face, I looked up into his oddly bright red eyes. I like his eyes though, they only add to the things that are oddly charming about Jack. The things that nobody else notices; things that detract from his evil, rather than enhance it, even if I'm the only one who will ever see them that way. I offer a crooked smile that drips with desire, though my eyes betray me with hesitation despite what I feel for him right now. Oddly, I don't feel intimidated, either from the almost gentle way the other asked, or because I trusted him.

I push Jack over onto the mattress, smirking down at him in the brief moment of surprise that I'd captured him in. I don't have to answer with words. Carmine eyes spark with excitement. But, needless to say, he wasn't expecting to find himself suddenly pushed back onto the bed. This was one of the exceedingly rare moments to find The Jack Spicer looking unguarded. For a man who tended to instantly voice whatever came to mind, it was strange to think how heavily he really kept covered up. He could be cruel beyond imagination, to the point of monstrous, but no one knows he still keeps a nightlight on to keep the Bogeyman at bay.

Leaning down, I lick the last remaining flavor from Jack's lips in an almost delicate sort of way. A quiet moan leaves his lips just from the lush wetness of my mouth on his own. Jack kicks a pillow aside and wraps his legs around my body, a feat he can accomplish easily with his lithe body. Heat rushes to his cheeks as his now clearly hardening member presses against my stomach, and he pushes his tongue into my mouth, not in a forceful way, more just one that was driven by how much he wants me.

Each time we break apart, one or the other quickly starts it again, almost as if we wouldn't have this chance again. The minutes pass and I find myself still hanging. I pull away from our current kiss. "…Fuck." My voice is deep but the words are quiet and I glance aside. Their meaning was clear to my partner. This wasn't going to end well. I was sure Jack would think less of me now. It's a shameful and embarrassing thing really.

"What's wrong?" he asks, panting slightly. I won't meet his gaze. This won't save me though. His hand slides up my thigh until he finds it. "Raimundo… what the -"

"Just give me a minute…"

"I'm ready now, Raimundo!" he snaps. "Can't you get it up?"

I didn't smile this time as I placed my palm the Jack's lower belly, slowly coming to the hem of his pants. I tug and a tuft of red comes into view. He's breathing loudly and I know what should be happening. My blood doesn't rush, though. I hiss. "I'm sorry…"

"Does Little Rico Suave need some help?" he sings and strokes me through the fabric.

"Não faça!" I hate that Jack can remember that drunken night while my mind is a total blank on the whole event. I'm not so much embarrassed about the nickname right now rather than insulted by Jack's audacity. He isn't doing this for me. He's doing it to satisfy his own building need. I mean, fuck, I can practically see him throbbing in his pants. Jack just wants me to quench his thirst and won't even offer me a drink. I'll continue to starve while he falls asleep feeling full once again.

"Didn't you ever consider his feelings?"

"Excuse me?"

"Did you ever stop to think how he feels about all this?" he asked again.

"I don't remember inviting you, old man!"

Dashi laughed. "Since when do I need an invitation?" I tumbled back until I hit a wall, at least, what could best be described as a wall. I collected my consciousness only so I could freak out. I could see them talking through a foggy glass window. "No! No, no, no, no! Dashi, stop!" I pounded on the window. "Let me out!" I screamed. Dashi rubbed the back of his head. "Hmm, sounds like the Dragon of the Wind isn't too happy."

"Then I suggest you let him out," Jack seethed.

"Not yet." He shook his head and pointed at the redhead. "You and I have some things to talk about, jīn shǔ lóng."

Jack unwraps his legs and scoots back into the pillows. "Haven't you figured out by now that I don't like talking to you?"

Dashi just smiled. "What exactly about me do you not like?"

"You're an invader!" he snarled. "You've taken his hands, his face, his voice! You're like a parasite, you and that witch. But worst of all, you are killing Raimundo!"

"That was an accident," he reasoned.

"Don't give me any lame excuses." Jack got up off the bed and started for his coat, but the Grand Master grabbed his arm. "Don't you dare touch me!"

"I thought you liked it when the Wind Dragon touched you." Dashi's voice grew soft. It seemed to hold a solemn wisdom that reminded me so much of Master Feng.

"Yes, when Raimundo touches me. Not you! You manage to show up at the most inconvenient times. We were in the middle of something and you ruined it!"

"You were managing that fine on your own, jīn shǔ lóng."

"I hate it when you call me that. I'm not one of your precious Xiaolin lackeys. And I wasn't doing anything wrong."

Dashi chuckled. "You certainly weren't helping."

Jacked crossed his arms and huffed. "What the hell are you going on about?"

"Couldn't you see how unhappy he was?" Oh god no. I didn't need this. I did not need Dashi speaking for me. "The Dragon of the Wind feels very used. I mean that quite physically." He wriggled in his spot. "You treat the boy like a… what do you young folk call it these days? An appliance? No, that's not it…" Now I know where Omi gets it. "A tool. Yes, you treat him like a tool."

"Augh! I do not!"

"You so do! You had him strung up like a kite and all he wanted was little bit of your time, but you said no. Now, you're hornier than a herd of bucks and you aren't sympathetic at all to the fact he can't manage an arousal. Did you think that maybe he can't get excited because he knows this isn't about him? And that maybe he thinks this because the sex is never about him?"

"Raimundo is just as much a part of our love as I am."

Dashi laughed again too cheerful for the conversation. "You can't pull the wool over my eyes, jīn shǔ lóng. You're on the bottom and you still manage to hold all the cards. What's up with that? In my day, the submissive party was under while the dominating partner was on top."

"Please…"

"Double the pleasure, right?" Jack's face turned a light shade of pink. "Hey, I'm not stupid. I get it. You get to have your prostate tickled and cum at the same time. Doesn't get much better than that, right?"

"How can you be so blunt, so… so crude about it?!" the other shrieked.

Dashi crowed hysterically at my partner's reaction. "Well it certainly isn't fair to him. He has to do all the work."

"So did you!"

"Yes, well, Wuya didn't have a penis. We couldn't exactly take turns. But she did pleasure herself on me a few times. It was a nice break every once in awhile. It's a give and take relationship."

Jack looked absolutely mortified. "Oh god… I don't need to hear this…"

"Yes, you do! Don't ignore me, jīn shǔ lóng." Dashi stood and grabbed Jack's shoulders. It was a little weird since Jack is a few inches taller than me.

"I told you not to call me that!"

"Would you rather I call you Jack?"

The redhead looked visibly ill and tried to pull away. "No! Not with his voice!"

"Listen to me, Jack. Don't you care?"

"Stop it!"

"Don't you love me? Jack?"

"Shut up!"

I ripped my hands away. I couldn't stand seeing Jack this way and so I forced Dashi back into the dark. "Siento muito amado… I tried, but he just kept talking. You're upset. I should go…" I turned to leave but Jack grabbed my hand. It caught me off guard. He didn't grab my shoulder or my arm, but my hand. "Amado?" I asked, not looking at him.

"Is it true Raimundo? Those things he said?"

"C'mon, amado, you serious?" I feigned laughter. "No… no, of course not. Dashi was just giving you a hard time, amado."

"Then why do you keep calling me precious?"

"I dunno… can't help it."

He pulled me in closer. "Do you feel left out, Raimundo?"

"Não."

"What is it?" Jack wrapped one arm around me while his other hand held my neck. "You know I love you so much." I nodded and Jacked kissed my cheek. "Why didn't you tell me how you felt?"

"I'm not gonna be a chick about it." I grabbed his shirt and wished at the same time I wasn't so needy. My actions were betraying my words. He kissed me again and I shivered.

"I've told you before, Rai, you are a person. You are the most important person in my life because you love me. My entire life not many people, if any, have loved me. Once, I admitted I was selfish and wanted you to myself all the time. I suppose you would want to be loved just as much as I do."

I'm lost in a haze before the strain against my sweatpants becomes impossible to ignore. I get lost in a heated kiss before Jack suddenly snaps me out. I look mildly shocked for a moment, before my expression melts into confusion instead. Bright red eyes watched me with interest. I suddenly realized this was it. Jack was going to put it all on the line for me. My breath catches a little and I'm even more confused when he slips down my body. "Jack…?" I ask a little awkwardly when he is fiddling with the drawstrings. Black nailed fingers pull and tug at the little strings but the knot proves too difficult for him. I push his hands away to do it for him. He looks a little annoyed when I sit up. He doesn't want to say what he's going to do, and so when I don't read his mind on his intentions he finds himself awkward for the first time in some time. Sort of akin to the first time we had sex. Jack didn't really know what to do when I started working on my own shirt, buying him a little time to get his nerve back up.

Eventually he realizes he is going to have to use the only way he knows, and I just finished getting my shirt off when he pushes me insistently back down onto the bed. Stay, the gesture says. Then, he pulls down my boxers without anymore to be said. My heart is racing. I look up at him; for a moment, a bit like a small animal. I'm not really frightened; it's a good kind of scared that I feel right now. Blood is drumming in my ears from my rapidly beating heart, sweaty fingers tensing against Jack's silken sheets in anticipation. My eyes close as I wait, wait for whatever's going to come… and I never ever would've expected it.

I realize all too quickly what's going to happen next and I'm not prepared for it at all when it comes, gasping rather loudly when Jack takes me in so far, and so suddenly. I feel a little ashamed when both my hands quickly finding his hair, not pulling at all; just for a need of something to hold on to. When Jack picks up quickly, I hang my head back and moan; fingers curling gratefully in his hair. "Sh..shit… Jack!" My hands fall to the bed to grip at the comforter when I thought I was in danger of pulling the other's hair. I bucked upward reflexively, instantly wondering if I should have. I knew that this wasn't the sort of treatment that just anybody got, and that made me feel wanted. My words encourage him, wanting me to want him. He's careful for my sake when I raise my hips to meet the action.

Continuing like this without ever looking up or uttering a word of his own, driving me to that point where this encounter could have met it's end a lot sooner than he meant it to-- that's when he stops, right as my height of wanting it to go on. Jack's breath is hot against my skin as he moves back up my body. He sucks a little on my lower lip to let the feeling of what he just did fade a little, attributing the fact his own dick was now pressing hard against his jeans. Jack didn't plan to make a habit of this. He paused as he held himself up on one arm, looking down at me now; a look of lust on his face. "Don't want you to cum yet," he said, before he leaned down and kissed me vehemently. I touched his white chest and could feel his heart racing. All his passion and excitement pulsed just beneath the flesh and at the moment, things were sort of all right somehow. As long as we didn't act like it changed things, just a little more comfortable now.

It was a surprise for him to choose that which would leave us face to face, but he wanted to be able to watch me now. What he didn't even think, he wanted to always remember.

There's a brief moment where I catch my breath and calm down a little, though everything is moving fast enough that there's no way I would lose interest. I actually spread my legs for my lover, watching him expectantly. I call out when he breaks the skin again. I don't push back against his fingers this time, relaxing as well as one can when they were incredibly aroused and had someone's fingers probing their ass, however oddly gentle it was. My head rolled to the side, gasping quietly as Jack worked at stretching me. At this insistence, he only smiles and even laughs a little under his breath. The intrusion this time is much rougher and quicker, and he revels in watching the change on my features. The last one inside me would have been an even sharper surprise when he didn't wait very long between, given that he needed to ready me sufficiently. "That better?" he asks as he pushes up inside of me, works around inside me, his voice little more than a whisper near my ear, thick and husky.

Soon after he removes his fingers, Jack sat up again, kneeling in front of me and lifting one of my legs so he could properly enter into me. I'm starting to sweat with exertion when Jack fits a third finger. Pressing in, I gave a sound of satisfaction. "F-fuck," I cursed, rocking into him, driven on by my lover. It took a little longer to pick it up due to the fact I wasn't quite used to it yet.

We were like this for awhile, so it was practically cruelty when Jack slowed back down, wanting to change our position before he hit his own orgasm. I roll my head back with closed eyes and I try to catch my breath. My attention isn't on Jack taking his pants off, but I hear the shuffling of fabric. He took my cock in his hand, stroking me as he moved. "You ready, Rai?" I can't help but groan with impatience, but I nod submissively. It's a good thing that I'm in shape, a lot of other people would've pulled something in a position like I was now, especially when his fingers leave me and move one of my legs further.

I cry out when Jack works into me, not having any reserves about the noise I make. I'm panting softly now and my eyes are watering as I stare back up Jack, lustful and almost lovingly. I had no more conflicting thoughts at this point, only able to focus on what we were doing, the intense pleasure this made me feel. Jack pulls out slightly and thrusts back in, commencing the new rhythm. Something tears and the pain rips out from my throat. "Ai! Jack, it hurts pra caramba!"

"I know, baby."

"F-ffuck…" I gasped out as Jack started to jerk me off, the combination of both sensations quickly bringing me closer to my own climax. I gripped the sheets beneath my fingers, my expression practically admiring at that point. I became steadily noisier as he impaled himself vigorously into me, my moans desperate for that amazing feeling that was building inside me. Jack comes first though. The liquid heat spills into me and he slowly pulls out not too long after. He leaned down over me, sweaty red locks of hair hanging down in his face, breath pouring hotly over my cheeks. He knows I haven't cum yet and my eyes apologize. Jack's exhausted but he makes that last effort for me. "O-ohh god, Jack!" was what announced my orgasm; rough fingers' caress throwing me over the edge.

My chest rose and fell steadily as I gained my own breath back, a somnolent smile slowly appearing as I looked up at the red-haired man in the dim lighting of the room. The curtains were pulled. We could still easily read the looks on each others faces, despite. When I place a hand on Jack's back, warm skin still highly attuned to touch, and run it down to where it curves low in the middle, it's a possessive touch. I enjoy it for the fact I can touch him like this now, when I shouldn't.

He lowers his face down a little, lips brushing gently against my cheek in something between a whisper and a kiss; what he says is inaudible, not uttered loud enough even for me who is so close to him to hear. My heart is fluttering strangely--maybe it's because it's still slowing to a normal pace after having had sex, but it feels like something more than that, an oddly pleasant feeling pooling in my chest. Jack rolls off to lie beside me. His hand presses on the small of my back. My spine shivers with pleasure at the feel of his fingers. We're still naked and a little sticky, bodies still warm from the activity and how we're closely pressed together. "Jack"-- as I cup his face in my palm and kiss him, perhaps saying what I mean to say the most. I take advantage of that with a little smirk playing on my lips, sucking softly on Jack's bottom lip and giving it a playful nip as I take one of his hands.

Feeling my hand find his own, it stays lax in a disoriented moment, before he finds himself giving it a firm hold and then he's returning the kiss as well.

-X-

AN: I would highly suggest reading Jack Spicer's work. It's a little edgy. He was a gay poet during the 1950s so you can imagine how tough it was. However, his work poetry is absolutely brilliant. I particularly like A Red Wheelbarrow.