Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown or any of its characters, nor do I make any profit or attempt to with the writing of this or any of my other pieces.

Warnings: Strong language, homosexuality, and implications of sexual situations.

While sleeping on Jack's couch might not have been the best idea, Chase couldn't have imagined leaving Jack alone after that little round of kissing. Besides, having the evil boy genius curled up on his chest just felt so...right for some reason. Chase's heart finally felt at peace, a steady pressure on his chest that had nothing to do with Jack laying there.

Jack's head of fiery hair was the first thing Chase saw when he opened his eyes. Chase smiled, nuzzling into the soft strands gently, so as not to wake Jack up too early.

Jack was a light sleeper, so the feeling of something against his head, caused him to snap his eyes open immediately. At the moment of his awakening, he realized that he was on lying on top of somebody.

"Oh, dear God, what did I do?" were the first thoughts that came to Jack's head, since he momentarily forgot the events of last night.

The emotions of fear, anxiety, and sudden panic washed over Chase, and he chuckled softly. "Relax, Jack. It's only me."

The memories of the previous day slowly found their way back to Jack's mind and he sighed in acknowledgement.

"Right. Sorry, I kinda panicked there for a second."

"It's fine, it's fine." Chase kissed Jack's forehead. "How did you sleep? Well, I hope."

"Mmhmm," Jack agreed, feeling even happier that Chase was still here. "My back hurts a little from the position I slept in, but I just really don't care." he said in a cheerful voice.

"Would you like me to give you a massage?" Chase asked, sitting up so he held Jack in his lap.

Jack grinned sleepily at him and taunted, "You are way too tempting for your own good."

Jack arched his neck to one side a loud CRACK! sound protruding from it.

"But I suppose it couldn't do any harm." he decided.

Chase nodded, scooting back. "Could you take off your shirt? It's better if you take it off, but if you're not comfortable with doing that, it's no problem."

"No, I don't mind." Jack insisted as he began to take off the jacket that he'd slept in, along with his shirt.

Jack was more than excited about being not only the apprentice of Chase Young, but something far more intimate. Despite the fact that Jack was now 18 years of age, he didn't know that much about what couples actually did with one another, besides kissing and "doing the deed", as he'd heard on television.

Seeing that Chase was obviously the older of the two, Jack decided that the best course of action was to follow any ideas that the other man might have, unless any made him feel uncomfortable.

No one had ever given Jack anything close to a massage before. In fact people didn't even like to touch Jack normally. Chase was one of the first people who seemed to like being so close to him, although damned if Jack knew why. Chase had said it was because of his intelligence, which Jack could agree with, but Chase's mentioning of Jack's "attractive body" completely confused the teen.

Chase's golden eyes swept over Jack's lean back. Damn, had the boy grown up! His skin was still white as ever, but it was smoother, and looked softer. His shoulders were broader and his back was wider, but Jack still didn't retain much muscle.

"Training will fix that," Chase thought, cracking his knuckles before running his hands over Jack's back and beginning to lightly massage him.

Jack had to hold back a moan as Chase's fingers began to work their magic on his back. He felt himself slightly lean into the man, almost feeling drowsy from the ministrations.

"Does this feel good?" Chase murmured, getting used to the feel of Jack's skin beneath his fingers as they danced over his back, kneading out the knots and kinks.

"What do you think?" Jack groaned slightly with a small smile sneaking its way onto his face. "Where'd you learn how to do this?"

Chase smiled back, pleased that Jack was enjoying it. "Hmm, from various places. It combines working out knots in the body while soothing the trigger points, otherwise known as pressure points. I also know acupuncture, but I don't think you're keen on anyone sticking needles into your skin..."

"You would be right." Jack agreed.

The pain that he had felt in his back had already disappeared, but Jack had no intention of telling Chase to stop so soon.

Even though Chase knew that Jack's pain was gone by now, he was content to run his hands over his back, his hands becoming familiar with the warm flesh under them. On a whim, Chase leaned forward and nuzzled against Jack's neck.

Jack felt a chilling, but pleasurable shiver shoot up his spine when Chase did that. Since Jack loved to experiment, he hesitantly touched Chase's thigh on the left, gripping it softly, curious to see what the other man's reaction would be.

"Mmm~" Chase murmured into the soft skin, his leg jerking in response to Jack's sudden movement. He pulled the genius closer so that his chest was pressed against Jack's back again, as he had done the other day.

Jack let a small squeak of surprise at Chase's actions, but didn't protest.

"Chase?" the red-head softly questioned.

"Yes?" came the whispered reply.

"Yesterday, you said you had become really attracted to my intelligence and my body. I mean, I get the intelligence part because, well, I am a genius, but what did you mean about my body?" Jack inquired.

Chase chuckled and pulled away. "You can't see it? You've grown up to be a handsome young man." He ruffled his fingers through Jack's hair. "You have a great, natural beauty, Jack."

Jack turned around so that he could properly face the dragon, his brow furrowed.

"I don't understand," Jack admitted confused, "I'm not handsome. I look like a freak. People always think I'm albino, even though I'm really not. When I was younger, my mom tried to get me to wear different color contact lenses because my eyes freaked her out, along with dying my hair a more natural looking color. I said no 'cause I didn't see the point in hiding what I looked like, since people would figure it out eventually."

"First of all, your mother was the queen of fools for trying to change you," Chase said with a grimace. "And second of all, you are beautiful." He combed his fingers back through Jack's hair. "Your eyes are like a pair of the ripest cherries, your hair is like a blazing fire, and your skin shines like sheets of the finest ivory. Modern society has become so focused on seeing only the flaws in a person that they don't see their true potential; their real beauty."

Jack blushed furiously at the almost poetic compliments and smiled silently. He leaned in and wrapped his arms tightly around the dragon lord, enveloping him in a hug.

"No one has ever said anything like that to me before." Jack confided in a whisper.

Chase wrapped his arms tightly around Jack in response. "Expect to be hearing it more from me," he murmured softly.

"Y'know, even though you're an evil dragon lord that can burn down villages, turn great warriors into cats, and plunge the world into eternal darkness, you somehow manage to say the sweetest things." Jack commented nuzzling his head against Chase's neck.

"Just don't let it get around," Chase hedged. "I don't want the monks getting wind of our relationship until you're stronger. I don't want them using me to get to you, or vice versa."

"Do you think they'd do something like that? I thought they were supposed to be the good guys who only believe in 'helping those in need, taking care of the weak, and blah, blah, blah'. All that stuff that Omi never stops talking about." Jack said, laying his head comfortably on Chase's shoulder.

"That's Omi, and I don't think he can even wrap his large head around the idea of a relationship between two men. But don't doubt that some of the others would try to use our relationship for their own gains. The others on the Heylin side would try to use it for their own advantage, as well. Especially Wuya," Chase smirked. "Remember when I said that I removed the charm on the door?"

"Yeah, what about it?" the redhead asked.

"I lied." Chase's grin grew even wider. "It's still there, but now it only crushes Wuya when she tries to get in."

"Oh, can I please set up a camera and record that?" Jack asked excitedly, "That right there is some must see TV!"

"I'm one step ahead of you," Chase said with a devious grin. "There's some footage already waiting."

Jack's eyes widened as he got off of Chase carefully and began putting his shirt and jacket back on.

"Well, why are we just sitting here talking? Let's go!" he said jovially, but as he turned around, he paused. "Oh, wait."

He turned back to face Chase and grinned. "You have to help me pack my things first."
"But of course." Chase stood up and dusted himself off before putting on his breastplate again. "What things will you need aside from clothes and your technology?"

"Mmm, not much else. Most of my clothes are very similar to one other, so if you wouldn't mind getting those. I have a bag on that one chair over there." Jack explained, as he led the Heylin warrior up the stairs to his bedroom, "I'm just going to grab some personal things."

Chase spotted the bag and grabbed it before following Jack up to his room, noting how their footsteps echoed through the house. "Are we the only ones here?"

"Yep, my mom and dad haven't lived here for years. They used to throw parties and stuff, but that was only once in a while. I was never invited anyways. I've lived alone since before I was even a teenager." Jack answered idly, as they approached his bedroom door.

"Alone," Chase repeated, a faraway look in his eyes. "For so long?"

The only "people" that Chase could think of that lived with Jack in the past few years would be Wuya, Cyclops, the occasional passing villain that wanted Jack's money, and, of course, the bots. All made for pretty lousy company, in Chase's opinion.

"Yeah, pretty much. I guess that's why Wuya pissed me off so much with all her nagging after I released her. No one ever really nagged or scolded me about anything before, so it felt different, I guess." Jack explained as he opened the door and entered, motioning for Chase to follow him.

"Did I anger you as well, with all my insults and taunting?" Chase murmured, concerned. His eyes cast to the floor for a brief second, almost out of shame.

Jack turned around and took one of Chase's hands for a moment, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"No way," Jack said, his voice quite genuine, "I mean, yeah, sometimes your insults were a bit harsh, but you didn't bitch and moan whenever I screwed up on something, like Wuya did. Whenever I let her down, I just shrugged it off and went onto whatever the next thing was. The things that you said, Chase, they...meant something. When you start talking, most of the time, I can't wait to hear what you have to say, even if back then it was just an insult. You never made me seriously angry though."

"I'm grateful for that." Chase leaned down and kissed Jack's hand softly. "At least you listen to me more than Wuya does."

"Wuya doesn't listen to anybody. All she listens to is that little voice in her head that keeps shrieking, 'Betray, betray. I don't care if this new ally is actually helping you out and giving you a place to live, just betray...'" Jack hissed in his best ghost Wuya impression.

Chase laughed. "That's a very accurate impression of Wuya, Jack, but you forgot the 'I'm going to try and seduce him for Shen Gong Wu even though I know I'm five hundred years past my prime' bit."

"God, that sounds so gross!" Jack laughed as he led Chase over to his closet, still holding his hand, "That creepy old hag. How old is she anyways? Does anybody really know?"

"It is, and she's about...1,587, give or take a few decades," Chase said with a grimace.

"You know what's funny? Even though she looks hot, nobody wants her because she's so old, not to mention untrustworthy." Jack said in reply, sliding his closet door open. "Plus, she's a bitch." he added in a cheerful voice.

"All true," Chase affirmed, sticking his head inside Jack's closet curiously. "This everything?"

"Uh-huh," Jack answered, letting go off Chase's hand, as he walked towards a nearby glass cabinet, prying it open, "I know there's not much, but it all fits me. Just grab anything. It doesn't really matter, since most of them are practically the same."

With a noncommittal shrug, Chase unzipped the bag and started grabbing black trench coats and t-shirts, putting them in the bag as he went. "What's in that glass cabinet, if I may ask?" The way Jack was standing, the dragon lord couldn't see into it, and he was curious.

Jack leaned down to grab a box from under his bed, displaying for Chase small figurines. They were definitely not made of glass, but nor were they plastic. Each one was a small mythical creature.

"I collect these," Jack explained, holding up a small griffin. "Don't really know when I started to, but I've always thought that they're kinda neat. Mythical creatures, I mean. I now know that some are actually real like dragons and mermaids, but some of them I still don't know if they exist. Sort of like this one."

Chase leaned down to get a better look at them. "I see that this one's a vampire," he mused, "and this one's a werewolf and a zombie. But what's this one?" He held up a figure wearing some sort of nature outfit. "A nature sprite?"

"Yeah, I know it seems kinda lame, but I've had them for a pretty long time. I got that particular one when my parents dragged me to Iceland for a business trip 'cause I almost blew up the house at age 7 and they didn't trust me that much to leave me alone." Jack said nonchalantly, placing the others into the box.

Chase's eyes grew wide, and he had to stifle a chuckle. "You...how did you almost blow up your house? And at age seven, no less?"

A small blush of embarrassment crept its way onto Jack's face.

"Oh, umm, it's a long and stupid story. You wouldn't want to hear it." Jack insisted, taking the figurine from Chase and placing it carefully in the box.

"I'd like to hear it," Chase said, picking up another figure that looked like some sort of ice creature.

"Well," Jack began reluctantly, "It was when I made my first Jack-bot. I went to go show it to my parents, but when I showed them the lasers..." Jack's voiced trailed off. He sighed heavily, "You can guess the rest."

Chase made a "pff" noise. "And your parents decided to remedy that by taking you to Iceland?"

"No, my parents were too incompetent to properly discipline me. My dad had a business trip that he needed my mom for, so they took me with them because they thought I was 'too unstable to be left all alone'. Then after a few years, they just kinda forgot about me, I guess." Jack replied placing the last of the trinkets into the box and folding it shut.

Chase was silent for a moment before running his fingers through Jack's hair. "I won't forget about you," he murmured.

The redhead glanced up at Chase and smiled warmly. He stood up, so that he was eye level with the Heylin man. He took Chase's hand again and squeezed it tightly for the second time that day.

"How can you be so amazing?" Jack asked, still smiling.

"I do what I can," Chase said in mock-modesty. "Now come, finish packing so we can watch that footage."

"Mmm'kay," Jack said, releasing the other's hand. He picked up the box, snatched up his trusty wrench from his bedside table, and headed out of the room, having the belongings he needed.

Chase followed swiftly behind Jack, taking note of the pictures on the wall-none of them with Jack in them, or at least, not an older Jack. "All of the pictures of you seem to have been done when you were quite young," he said. "Do you have any idea why?"

Jack scrunched up his nose, as if he had just smelled something awful.

"Mom said that she didn't want me in any pictures, since she didn't want people to see what I looked like when they came to visit. Those ones of me when I was younger were put up by my Granny the last time she was here before she died a few years ago. She was my inspiration for evil, y'know." Jack explained as they walked, "I think you would've liked her."

"Is this the same "Granny Spicer" that gave you your heli-pack?" Chase asked.

"The one and only," Jack said proudly.

"She would be proud of you." Chase smiled at a picture of what looked to be a five-year-old Jack sitting in his grandmother's lap.

"Yeah, I remember the day I told her that I wanted to be evil. She was so excited." Jack commented, then, he paused and looked at Chase, "Do you really think she'd be proud?"

"Without a doubt. And I have a feeling you're only going to make her prouder." Chase eyed the bag. "So, is this it? Do you want to do one last check and make sure you've got everything?"

Jack was staring at Chase dreamily with that same lovesick look he normally he had, obviously charmed by Chase's compliments. He soon snapped out of it and ran back into his lab. The redhead was muttering to himself as he looked on a few of his desks, wondering if there was anything he was forgetting. He soon decided that he had what he needed and joined Chase back in the main hall.

"Got everything?" When Chase saw that Jack's hands were empty, he held out his own. "You've never teleported with me before, have you?"

Jack immediately shook his head and picked up his box of figurines, along with his wrench.

"Will it hurt? Will it make me queasy?" Jack asked.

"It depends on the person." Chase looked Jack up and down. "For you, I'm guessing minor pain and queasiness, but nothing that a few minute's rest wouldn't take care of."

Jack raised an uncertain eyebrow, but took Chase's hand anyway, trusting that Chase wouldn't let anything bad happen to him.

"Is there a way to prepare myself for it?" the genius asked.

"Not really; just hang on tight." Chase squeezed Jack's hand gently as the magic fizzled around them.

Jack squeezed Chase's hand as he shut his eyes tightly. He felt as though he was being sucked down a giant plughole and he could feel his stomach lurching this way and that. He felt like he was going to be sick, but, luckily, he did not become so.

The magic whished and swirled around them, creating a kind of teleportation typhoon as Chase teleported himself and the goth clinging to his hand back to his mountain fortress.

Once the magic dissipated, Chase gave Jack's hand a gentle tug. "You can open your eyes now, Jack. We're home."

Jack slowly opened his eyes, his head still spinning. He could feel his body slightly swaying and realized that he was probably going to fall over if he tried to walk.

"Hey, Chase," Jack said, "I-I think I need to lie down..."

"Not a problem." With ease, Chase scooped Jack into his arms and carried him inside the fortress. "Do you feel like you're going to be sick?"

"N-no, I don't think so," Jack said as Chase carried him, laying his head against Chase's breastplate comfortably.

"Good, good." Chase nuzzled into Jack's hair as he carried the genius upstairs to a hallway filled with rooms. "Do you want to stay in my room?" The offer surprised Chase himself. "Or do you want to just stay in a room close to mine for now?"

Jack barely opened his eyes.

"Don't care," he said, feeling drowsy, "Just wanna be by you."

Chase chuckled, shifting Jack in his arms. "My room, then."

He carried Jack down the hallway to his room, which was fairly large, with three walls painted in gold and an accent wall in black. The room was minimally decorated, with dark furniture and a bed with dark covers.

Chase looked at Jack. "What do you think?"

Jack blinked at the room wearily, mildly fascinated by the assortment of colors.

"Cool," Jack said, laying his head back against Chase's chest.

"I'm glad you think so." Carefully, Chase deposited Jack onto the bed. "Is there anything else you need? Do you want something to eat?"

The room finally came into better focus, as Jack was laid onto the bed. He turned his head back to Chase.

"No, I feel a lot better now." Jack said with a small smile.

"That's good." Chase nuzzled against Jack's neck. "Do you want me to get the footage?"

Jack nodded eagerly.

For the first time in his life, Jack felt complete. He normally wasn't a very poetic person, but this was turning out to be one of the best days of his life, not to mention last night. The great Chase Young was practically waiting on him, he was laying on an unbelievably comfy bed, and he was about to watch Wuya get flattened multiple times.

Oh, yes. This was one of the best days of his life.

Chase got his laptop and some DVDs from a nearby desk, carrying them both over to the bed by Jack. Sitting next to the redhead, one arm over Jack's shoulders, he turned on his laptop. "Ready to watch Wuya get flattened by a giant slab of stone?" He grinned wickedly like the Heylin lord that he was.

"Need you ask?" Jack inquired, pretending to be offended.

He looped his arms around the warlord, for no other reason than the fact that he, and he alone, was allowed to.

Chase chuckled, cuddling into Jack as he put the first DVD in. "Then, we shall watch~"

The first video was of Chase's face as he set up the camera, his jaw set in determination as he worked with the piece of equipment. "There we go," Video-Chase muttered before disappearing.

The second video showed Wuya coming up to the door. "Chase? I just want to talk to you. You know you're my favorite, don't you? That Bean doesn't mean anything to me!" She took a few more steps closer to the door before...

WHAM!

Jack watched and the next thing he knew, he had buried his face into Chase's chest and was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his face.

The video continued to play as Wuya numerous times tried to visit, trying in vain to dodge the door. Each time flattening her like a pancake and the really strange thing was, each time IT KEPT GETTING FUNNIER.

Chase laughed along with Jack, occasionally having to pause the video to breathe. A few tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as well; he hadn't seen the videos all the way through, so there was still some new footage that he hadn't yet viewed.

He couldn't have imagined it better: Jack was curled up on the bed next to him, laughing his head off while Wuya got slammed by the door.

Chase hadn't had this much fun in years.

Eventually, after about an hour there was no more recent footage of Wuya being introduced to Chase's door. Jack closed the laptop, still snickering. He curled up even closer to Chase, the grin never leaving his face.

Chase's face was practically red from lack of oxygen due to laughing. "That...that was great." He ruffled Jack's hair.

Jack nuzzled against Chase's neck.

"That is quite possibly one of the funniest things I've ever seen." he stated honestly.

"I agree; it's even better watching it with someone else." Chase smiled, leaning down to kiss Jack softly.

Jack eagerly responded to the kiss, taking Chase's face in his hands to pull him even closer. Chase kissed the redhead deeper, wrapping his arms around Jack and pulling him into his lap. Jack tilted his head more into the kiss, moving one of his hands up to run his fingers through Chase's hair. Chase moaned softly, nuzzling into Jack's hand and licking at his lips. Jack slowly pulled away from the kiss, but immediately leaned back in to plant kisses down Chase's throat, still tangling his fingers in the other man's hair.

Chase gasped a little at Jack's bold move, but he held the goth genius close to him as he planted kisses down his neck. Jack began to slightly graze his teeth against Chase's skin, along with his tongue. He wasn't entirely sure where his sudden boldness had come from, but he had the feeling that his partner wasn't holding any complaints.

Chase groaned softly. "Jack..." The move was a bold one, and even though Jack himself made it first, Chase wanted to know if the goth wanted to go further.

"Hmm?" Jack hummed kissing Chase's collarbone, as both of his hands were now running through Chase's gorgeous mane of hair.

"How far...do you want to go with this?" Chase asked, running his fingers through Jack's fiery red hair.

Now, Jack was not an idiot. He was still a bit unfocused and easily distracted by certain things, but he was not stupid.

"Huh?" Jack asked, momentarily confused. Suddenly his eyes widened. "Oh...Oh! Umm..."

He didn't move away from Chase, but he was no longer touching him. If Jack was being honest with himself, he hadn't really given that idea much thought.

Quietly, Chase sat up. "It's okay if you don't want to go so quickly; I understand. I'm your first, right?"

"Good guess," Jack laughed shakily, twiddling his fingers together nervously.

"Would you like to go slow?" Chase murmured, stroking Jack's hair.

A blush appeared on Jack's face again and he grimaced a bit weakly.

Now, it wasn't that he didn't trust Chase enough to go that far with him. Jack was a virgin in more ways than one when it came to relationships. Chase and he had only been a couple for practically less than a day and, honestly, he didn't feel entirely comfortable with having sex on what was, in a way, their first date.

He looked Chase in his golden eyes, trying to convey how he felt, unsure of how to put it in words.

Chase saw the look in Jack's eyes and knew immediately what the redhead was thinking. It was the same look Chase held when he was faced with this decision, so many years ago. The Look still had the same effect on Chase's little black heart, and he put a comforting arm around Jack's shoulders.

"If you want time to think, you have plenty. I won't begrudge you of your choice."

Jack immediately threw his arms around Chase.

"Thank you so much for understanding." he said looking quite elated. "I do want to...y'know, but not yet."

He gave the warlord a quick kiss on the lips, then, snuggled against him, wondering how he had managed to catch the attention of such an amazing man.

"I respect your opinion, Jack," Chase said, kissing Jack's cheek. "And I'm more than willing to wait. I'm content to hold you like this, and do other things of this manner."

Jack ran one if his hands through Chase's hair, deciding that he would never get tired of the feeling of Chase's dark, smooth hair between his fingers.

"Thanks, Chase," he said sweetly. Then, a thought occurred to him. "Hey, since I'm your apprentice now, does that mean that you really are going to teach me how to fight?"

A purr escaped from Chase's throat as Jack played with his hair, and the dragon lord bowed his head to nuzzle at Jack's neck, content to possibly stay there forever, if he could.

That is, until Jack's question made him shift so that Chase could look at Jack directly.

"Yes, I will teach you how to fight. Since you don't have much experience in combat, we'll go slowly." Just like in the relationship. "Okay?"

Jack grinned and nodded anxiously. He leaned in close to cause his forehead to touch Chase's, so that he could stare into his magnificent golden eyes.

"Okay," Jack said, "Do you think I'll do alright? I mean, just because I have the best teacher doesn't mean I'll be a good student."

Chase chuckled low in his throat. "I'm certain you'll do fine. I've been around for centuries; I can wait a little while to train my apprentice. Besides, it'll be worth to reap the benefits in the long run."

Chase imagined a stronger, more powerful Jack at his side, their little black hearts beating as one as they ruled the world.

Jack was having a similar image of himself much stronger, quicker, and best of all...evil. He knew that if anyone could teach him how to be truly evil, it would be Chase. He imagined standing next to Chase on top of Chase's citadel, watching the destruction of the world beneath them. He visualized them laughing and kissing to celebrate the gruesome defeat of their enemies.

Jack didn't realize it, but on the outside he was smiling like a dope, as he stared at Chase, feeling quite lost in his thoughts.

"Jack's dopey smile when he gets lost in thought is adorable," Chase thought with a smirk. "You're so cute, Jack~" He murmured softly, pulling the genius in for a kiss.

Jack snapped out of his little fantasy, as Chase kissed him. He closed his eyes as his arms automatically went around Chase's neck deepening the kiss. Winding his arms tighter around Jack, Chase smiled into the kiss, his dark gold eyes fluttering closed as he deepened the kiss slowly.

Jack tilted his head into the kiss, moaning softly into Chase's mouth. As he was just about to open his mouth even more to push his tongue through, there was a crash from outside of the room.

A/N: Sup? So, this is chapter 2 of the RP between myself and Rhapsody-Shaman.

Me: Jack

Rhap: Chase

So, hope you guys like this so far. Btw there is no way to determine when each chapter will come out because the two of us are very busy with our own lives, but please stay tuned. R&R, comment, do whatever makes you makes you happy. No flames though. I don't want to say any comments like, "Chase is evil, NOT GAY!" or "Why did you make them fags?" Cuz if you do, I will become very unhappy.