Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown nor any of its characters, nor do I make any profit or attempt to with the writing of this or any of my other pieces.
Warning: Homosexuality, inappropriate language, implications of sex.
Jack awoke with a start, sitting up and glancing around wildly. He hadn't experienced any sort of nightmare or anything, he just felt more well-rested than he'd felt in a long time and felt strangely exhilarated. He scanned the area, quickly realizing that he was in Chase's bedroom, or rather Chase's bed. The dragon was nowhere to be found, which Jack promptly decided was his mystery to solve. Still wearing his clothes from earlier, the evil genius scrambled out of the bed and into the hallway.
Currently, Chase sat in his citadel, his eyes affixed on the Seeing Orb he kept there. A few upstart monks from a Xiaolin branch were searching for a Shen Gong Wu already found by the main branch. Chase scoffed at them. He was prepared to get back to his slumbering lover, but he had a better idea: make their journey as miserable as possible...
Jack wandered around the citadel, still amazed by its size and elegance. He found a random panther lying around and asked him where Chase had gone. Begrudgingly, since the Jungle Cat was rather tired, the panther led Jack to his master's location. Jack was nudged into a room he was more familiar with to find his lover seated in his throne, his orb in front of him.
"Chase!" he called out to the man in greeting.
Chase was about to rain down an avalanche on top of the traveling monks when he heard Jack calling to him. "Jack." He greeted his lover with a smile. "Come, see the beautiful havoc I'm wreaking." He gestured for the genius to come and join him.
Jack perked up with a toothy grin and flew to his master's side, peering over his shoulder. "Ooh, and what kind of beautiful havoc is this?" He noticed the monks scavenging around atop some sort of mountain, looking lost and confused.
"Just some foolish Xiaolin branch monks trying to get some useless Wu that's already been found." Chase snickered, scooting over so Jack could sit next to him. "It's almost like they're asking for it."
Jack plopped himself next to Chase, leaning against him. "So, what are you gonna do to them?" he asked in a giddy voice. Jack had a feeling that no matter how old he got, immortal or otherwise, he would always see Chase as his evil hero and being given the privilege to watch his master terrorize others gave the goth a tremendous thrill of pleasure.
"I honestly don't know!" Chase sighed, resting his cheek on the top of Jack's head. "They make it so easy these days; it's almost like they're not even trying! They might as well drop all defenses around the temple and have a giant neon sign saying 'We're here! Attack us'!."
Jack snorted with mirth at the statement. "Totally. I'm so sure they're not even questioning why we're not there." He watched as the monks continued to scavenge for the Wu, but came up with zilch. "We should do something that will really fuck with their heads. A little mind torture maybe, just for kicks. What do you think?"
"Oh?" Chase folded his hands in his lap with a devious smirk. "Tell me, what do you have in mind for them? I was thinking an avalanche, personally."
Using his talent for scheming, Jack thought for a long moment. Finally, he perked up and turned to his master. "Okay, how's this for a bit of a mindfuck? We make them think that there's an avalanche, have them run down the hill in terror, then they realize that there was nothing there in the first place and then we cause an actual avalanche. Just to mess with them." Truly, the boy had a dizzying intellect.
"That is brilliant, my love!" Chase scooped Jack into his arms and pecked the genius on the cheek. "It prolongs their terrified screaming and their frightened faces twofold! Let's do it~"
Jack giggled stupidly to himself as he blushed lightly, evidently pleased that his lover liked the strange idea. "Awesome! Do you know any spells that can screw with their heads?"
"I might know one or two~" Chase teased, running a hand over the crystal ball. "The first one is an earthquake spell, but I'll tone it down and see what happens." Shutting his eyes, he leaned forward in concentration to cast the spell, energy crackling through the air.
Jack watched his master work his literal magic, observing the look of complete concentration on the man's face. The evil genius briefly reflected on when Chase mentioned that he would be able to learn magic. "Maybe one day I'll get to wreak this kind of havoc on my own," he thought to himself. "Doubtful, though. Magic and I don't mix very well together."
Chase cackled with glee as the monks started running from the faux avalanche. "Come, Jack, watch them run and shriek in terror." Chase let out a shriek of his own, but in malicious delight.
Jack jumped in shock when Chase let out his shriek of joy, but soon joined him in his elation. He let a dark laugh of his own as the monks began running down the hill screeching in fear. "They look so stupid!" he exclaimed. "It's about time someone got them off their high horse." The goth began to cackle loudly as the Xiaolin warriors tripped over the ice and snow and were actually sliding down the mountain.
"Unbelievable." Chase shook his head, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "This is just...unbelievable! Too perfect!" He twirled the crystal ball aimlessly. The monks were halfway down the mountain when the avalanche suddenly stopped. "Look at this!" He howled as the monks picked themselves up and out of the snow, looking bewildered and confused. "They-look-so-stupid!" Chase was nearly incapacitated with laughter.
Jack's laughter slowly dwindled down and he turned his head to Chase, stating with a small grin on his face, "I've never seen you this excited in the whole time I've known you."
"...Really?" Chase shrugged. "I wonder if this is what it'll be like when we're overlords ruling the world." He chuckled with glee. "I foresee that we shall never tire of it." Chase tilted the globe, magic filling the crystal ball once more as the real avalanche bore down on the monks.
Jack smiled and nodded. "I like that idea. Just you and me watching the horrible destruction of our enemies as we laugh with evil glee..." His voice trailed off as he stared into the orb, watching the monks trying to flee from the actual avalanche and arguing about if it is real or not. He turned back to his master, still grinning. "I like it when you smile like that."
"Mm, and I like your smile too, Jack." Chase leaned forward and kissed the genius. "I'm looking forward to our years of evil together." He absentmindedly twirled the crystal ball, watching the monks fleeing from and arguing about the avalanche.
Jack hummed contentedly and leaned against his master, watching as the avalanche took Kimiko and Raimundo underneath. "Do you think they'll die?" His tone indicated that he could really care less, but he was a bit curious.
"Dunno, maybe." Chase shrugged. "If they do, then there will always be monks to replace them." He watched as Kimiko burned her way through the snow and helped Raimundo out. "And if they don't, then we can still tease these guys." He chuckled.
"True, true..." Jack said with a nod. He opened his mouth to make some sort of a comment when a panther suddenly stalked into the room and sat down on its haunches, indicating that it wished to speak with its master.
"Hm?" Chase looked up at the panther. "Ah, Biyu. You have something to report?" He stopped the spell for a moment, focusing on the Jungle Cat.
"Master, you have a visitor," the panther informed him telepathically. "Hannibal Bean is outside and wishes to speak with you." The Jungle Cat gulped nervously, unsure how her master would react.
Chase facepalmed. "Tell him to go away. I don't want to see him," he replied telepathically. Stupid bean...
"I'm afraid it's very urgent, sir," the warrior pressed. His eyes flicked towards Jack and then landed back on the overlord. "It's about your apprentice..."
Chase swore in five languages. "Don't let him in here, Biyu." He snapped his fingers and Biyu morphed into her human form; a Chinese warrior carrying twin swords. Chase turned to Jack. "It's Bean. He's here to see about you." He took a deep breath. The warlord didn't want Bean, of all people, to be anywhere near his apprentice. But Chase didn't want to coddle Jack and keep him in the dark. "Do you...want to go see him?"
Jack thought for a moment. Bean actually scared him...a lot. Sure, he'd once looked up to the bean and even now respected him, but there was just nothing...redeeming about him. Unlike Chase, he didn't have any sort of honor code.
"Do you think I should?" he asked his master. "I mean...we don't even know what he wants. If he wanted to see me, he should have asked for me."
"To be honest, I don't want Bean to breathe the same air as you. But I don't want to coddle you, either. You're a villain in your own right, and you've got to face him eventually. This is your choice to make, Jack." Chase nodded.
Jack considered it for a moment, then requested, "Do you mind if I use the orb to just listen in on the conversation? Once I know what his agenda is, I won't be so worried about facing him...if I need to."
Chase thought about it, then nodded. "I think that's a reasonable request. Would you mind if Biyu stayed here?" He gestured to the warrior, who bowed to the pair.
"Not at all," Jack said, beckoning the warrior to come closer. "I'd like the company."
Biyu flashed Jack a brief, humorless smile, stepping forward. "Good. Now that we're in accordance." Chase kissed Jack's temple quickly. "I won't be too long...I hope." He winced at the thought of coming face-to-face with Bean again. Chase changed the view on the crystal ball to show the front room. "Wish me luck," he muttered as he left.
Jack smiled back at him and strode back to the orb, Biyu standing beside him as he took a seat and watched as Chase came out to see his former-mentor.
Chase took a deep breath, composing himself as he faced Bean. "Hannibal Roy Bean. To what do I owe this pleasure?" He kept his voice level and his face blank.
Biyu hissed at the Bean standing in the front room.
The wretched creature grinned darkly, showing his ugly teeth. "Can't a bean pop in and say a little 'how do you do' to an old friend?" Hannibal's tone indicated that he was a little bit too happy and Jack fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat, his awful face creeping the goth out.
'You and I have never been friends, so stop pretending!' Chase oh-so-dearly wanted to say that to Hannibal Bean (accompanied by a swift punch to the face), but he held his tongue and his fists. Chase was determined to keep things civil, even if only for Jack's sake. "Why are you here?"
"Oh, well, I heard that you got yerself a new apprentice," the bean stated. "Is that right?"
As much as Chase so dearly wanted to lie like a rug and protect Jack, he knew that the lie would come back to bite him eventually. "Yes, that is true. I have taken Jack Spicer as my apprentice."
To Jack's chagrin, this made the bean smile even broader. "Well, isn't that nice?" His tone dripped with such slime that Jack felt himself shiver in terror.
"What the hell does this freak want?" he asked out loud.
"Not sure." It was Biyu who answered the goth, looking perturbed. She had a strangely light, almost musical voice-unusual for a warrior of her caliber and type. "I just want him gone. As does Master Chase."
Biyu couldn't have been more apt in her statement. Chase straightened his shoulder, never taking his eyes off Bean. "If that is all you have to ask, then I must ask you to leave the premises."
"Now, is that any way to treat a guest, Young?" Hannibal snickered. "I was actually curious about what you truly wanted to do with the boy. After all, it's not like that goof could be of any serious help to you. Why don't you let me in on your real plan?"
"If you believe that Spicer is still a 'goof', then you are blind. He has shown great success in recent Showdowns, his robots are more sophisticated, and he is no longer a blundering child. He has grown up splendidly." Chase's expression grew tight with anger. "I intend to make him my apprentice and my partner-in-crime. That is all you need to know."
For less than a second, a shadow of shock ran across the bean's face, but it disappeared immediately. "Hmm, alrighty then." Hannibal turned to leave, but stopped and looked back at the warrior. "Y'know, Young, I'd keep a close eye on that apprentice of yours. Wouldn't want him getting hurt, now would we?"
Both Biyu and her master Chase growled low in their throats as Bean exited the fortress. "I intend to teach Jack Spicer everything I know. Soon, he will not need my protection and we will rule as equals." The door slammed shut behind Bean, and Chase swore in another five languages. Why, why, WHY did Omi release that stupid Bean from the Ying Yang World?!
Quick on his feet, Jack immediately joined his master in the front room. "Okay, freaky much? What would he want with me? It's not liked I'd help him with anything." The red-head folded his arms and huffed angrily.
Biyu came in on Jack's heels, ranting in Cantonese about how that wretched creature should just leave her Master and his apprentice alone, hissing and snarling at the prospect of him coming back.
"While I appreciate and return the sentiment that both of you share, it worries me." Chase frowned, propping his chin in his hand. Biyu morphed back into her feline form, still hissing and spitting. "We'll have to be more vigilant." Worry crossed his face. Bean might be a bean, but he was an evil bean. Who knows what he would do?
Jack's features softened when he saw the look of worry cross his master's face. He edged a little closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I guess we'll just have to train a little more, so that I'll be ready in case he tries anything." Jack was still very frightened of Hannibal, but if he was going to rule at Chase's side one day, he felt the need to prove that he rightly deserved the position. Not so much to Chase, who already believed in him, but more to prove to himself that he accomplish such a feat.
"Yes." Chase squeezed Jack's shoulder reassuringly. "And your supplies should arrive tomorrow. You'll be able to put your lab together and get back to work creating machines of mayhem." He smiled. "You will be a force to be reckoned with in no time."
Jack smiled at the compliment and wrapped his arms around the dark-haired man. "I hope so."
Chase perched his chin on top of Jack's head. "I know so." His smile grew wider. "What say you to going back into the crystal room and torturing the monks again?"
Subconsciously, a smile grew on Jack's face and he leaned up to kiss his master on the lips. "I think that's a lovely idea. Well...a lovely idea for us, not for them, of course." Then, Jack chuckled, the bit of tension from a moment ago slowly disappearing.
Chase laughed as he guided Jack back to the crystal room. Biyu looked back at her master and his apprentice with what could only be called a smile before settling down for a quick nap.
In the crystal room, Chase sat back in his chair with Jack by his side. The monks were off the mountain but currently standing on a frozen solid lake, arguing about the almost-avalanche and avalanche that had just occurred. Chase cracked his knuckles. "Geeze, they make it too easy. Standing on a frozen lake?" He shook his head.
"That's thin ice, too!" Jack explained, gesturing to the orb in amazement. "If they make one wrong step-SNAP! CRACKLE! Down you go!" He shook his head in disbelief. "You'd think the little cheeseball would know the difference between thin ice and actual ice that's been frozen long enough!"
"Cheeseball..." Chase shook his head. "Do you know what I want to do sometimes, Jack?" He pointed to Omi as he squeezed his fingers together and mimicked tossing the monk's head into his mouth. "Like a real cheeseball." He smirked. "Now...Let's get down to business." Chase glanced at Jack. "If you start singing "Be A Man" from Mulan..." He chuckled and shook his head as the ice under the monks' feet started to crack and buckle.
Jack had to cover his hands over his mouth as he leaned over, his elbows balancing on his knees as he burst into an awful, muffled laughter that shook his whole body. After about a minute, he finally got control over himself and lightly shoved Chase in the shoulder as he grinned. "You asshole..." Jack's voice trailed off and his still remaining giggles threatening him to begin laughing again. "You have no idea how many times I've actually pictured you singing that thing."
Chase paused what he was doing and stared at Jack with a completely straight face before singing "Did they send me daughters/When I asked/for sons~?" He kept his straight face, but the glimmer of mirth in his eyes gave him away.
Now Jack had lost it. He leaned over the arm of the throne, laughing and cackling out loud. "Oh, dear God, no!" he shrieked with merriment. It took him a little less than five minutes to calm down, most of which involved him trying to convince himself that he was alright and calm before glancing at Chase's straight face and bursting out into laughter again. Once he was officially done, he glanced back at his master, still lightly chuckling before commenting, "Y'know, your singing voice is pretty nice."
"Thank you, I do try." Chase flashed a grin at his lover before resuming his spell on the monks as they scrambled around the ice. "Since you said that you thought about me singing that song, I decided to give you a little taste of it." He smirked as Kimiko fell into the frozen waters and Raimundo had to fish her out.
"Well, thank you, my master. I rather enjoyed it." Jack said as he chuckled, trying to get the last of his mirth out. He finally looked into the orb and pointed accusingly at it. "Y'see? Y'see? I told you! One wrong step-down you go! Ugh, I had my fill of falling into those damn ponds with my ditz of an ice-skating instructor."
"Do you still ice skate, Jack?" Chase actually couldn't ice skate. The warlord simple saw no need to learn the skill, but if Jack knew how to, then Chase was interested in learning.
The youth nodded. "Yep, I skated during a showdown once, actually. I lost, but I was doing pretty good until Omi caused an avalanche or something. The memory is a little fuzzy. I haven't skated in about a year, but for me it's kind of like how other people ride bikes; once you learn it, it just sticks with you."
Chase looked a little sheepish. "Well, if you still remember how to do it, do you think you could teach me sometime? I never learned how to ice skate." He blushed suddenly. "D-don't laugh! I just never saw it as a necessary skill, that's all."
"I'm not laughing," Jack protested, although he was still grinning his Cheshire-Cat grin. "Sure, if you want me to teach you, I'd love to." He wrapped his arms around the other man, nuzzling against him affectionately. Then, he whispered loud enough for Chase to hear, "I do, however, think it's very cute that I know something that the Great Chase Young doesn't."
"Oh, hush." Still blushing, Chase elbowed Jack in the side. He focused on the crystal ball instead, laughing as Omi helped Clay out of the water and boasted about his heroic rescue, only to fall into the freezing water himself. "He hasn't changed a bit...the ego leaves no room for the brain, I see."
"It's really his biggest flaw," Jack said as he shook his head. "Y'know, I almost feel bad for the kid."
There was a long pause.
"Almost," the evil genius finally added and chuckled as the bald-headed monk jumped out of the freezing cold, hopping around like a fish out of water.
"Almost," Chase agreed with a smirk, watching Omi hop around. Dojo eventually made the decision to fly everyone off the ice. Chase sighed in disappointment. "Sometimes, I wish I ate him when I had the chance."
Jack moved a hand to Chase's upper back and rubbed against it in a soothing manner. "Can't you try and capture him yourself or something? It would make things worse for them and you get a nice, dead dragon."
Chase sighed, leaning back into Jack's touch. "Ever since I captured him the first time, the monks have been on high alert whenever I'm around him. And they upped the security around where he lives at the temple." The overlord shook his head. "While I would love to get my hands on him, it's simply too much trouble."
"Oh, well," Jack breathed out a sad sigh. Then, he asked curiously, "Are you having any trouble finding dragons for your soup?"
"No, fortunately not. I keep a good stash of my Lao Mang Long, and I carefully time my intervals in which I hunt dragons for food. I don't glut myself and take them all at once." Chase leaned back. "When you eat dragons, you have to be careful in when you hunt." He smiled at Jack. "But thank you for asking."
"Well, just in case you ever have any issues or you'd like me to tag along, I'd love to go dragon-hunting with you. It sounds like fun!" Jack chirped.
"I'll warn you right now; it can be dangerous," Chase cautioned. He paused for a moment. "Then again, when has that ever stopped you from doing something?" He smirked and winked.
Jack couldn't help the almost feminine giggle that escaped him at the sight of Chase winking at him. "That is true," he agreed. "But I haven't accidentally gotten myself killed yet, right? With you there, I know I'll be safe." He laid back a little against the man, looking completely confident in his words.
"Both are true. You have the uncanny ability to get yourself into trouble and then out of it rather quickly. But I will be there to protect you as well." Chase rubbed Jack's hair soothingly.
Jack smiled under the ministrations and inquired, "How do you hunt dragons anyways? Do you gotta like gut them like a fish or what?"
He sat back in his seat. "First, you have to look for them. Once you've found a dragon, the next step is to track it and figure out where it lives, where it eats, and cover any potential obstacles. That includes other hunters, the dragon's mate, the dragon's children, and the like. Cover all the bases, in other words. Consider your environment and start building traps based on what type of dragon you're tracking. The traps I make are usually magic-based, but there are certain dragons that are immune to magic. You can't distinguish those dragons from normal ones, so always, always have a backup plan." He smiled. "Does that about cover it?"
Jack stared wide-eyed at his mentor, obviously trying to retain the multitude information he'd just been given. "Umm...I think so," he answered, his voice cracking a bit. "Always good to know." He shook his head, clearing his throat a little. "Okay, I got it now."
"Are you all right, Jack? You look a little...out of it." Hunting dragons was not for the faint of heart (although Chase wasn't saying anything against Jack's strength; knowing when to pick your battles was a wise attribute), and if the genius didn't want to accompany him after all, Chase wouldn't gainsay him.
"Oh, no, I'm totally okay," the evil genius reassured his master. "I kind of have an eidetic memory. Only problem is when I'm given a lot of information to memorize it takes my brain a little while to completely remember it and store it in my brain." He paused before adding, "I'm like a slow human supercomputer."
"That must come in handy. But it's also probably a curse when you want to forget something that's painful and/or embarrassing, am I right?" Chase shot the goth a sympathetic smile.
Jack nodded solemnly. "Unfortunately, which as you know, happens a lot to me. It's kind of why I've always been a little slow on the uptake. It takes my brain too long to process everything. It's become better in recent years, since I've already got most of the information stored up here, but I still don't know everything, of course."
"In time, it will work to your benefit. I'm glad it's gotten better for you to maneuver around the challenges that come with it." Chase shifted in his seat. "If you don't mind me asking, what's the earliest thing you can remember? You don't have to share it if you don't want to; I'm merely curious. "
Jack tapped the tip of his nose with his index finger, as he normally did when he was trying to remember something. "It's from my childhood," he answered as the vision came to him. "My mom was yelling at me because she didn't want me to use any of her kitchen appliances to make robots for myself."
Chase chuckled mirthfully, his eyes gleaming. "I remember you said that you made a robot out of your mother's juicer...did you make any more 'bots out of her other appliances? Like a Blender-bot?"
"Do you really think I'd make something as stupid as a Blender-bot?" the red-head asked with a scoff. After a quick pause, he admitted, "Okay, yeah, I did, but I was bored! That's the whole reason I started making bots in the first place, so that I could have someone to talk to or play with."
Chase pulled Jack close to him with a chuckle. "Still, the fact that you can do that is pretty impressive. And...you have me, now." He gave Jack a peck on the forehead. "So no making 'bots out of my pressure cooker, okay?" He chuckled again.
Jack smiled back at him, nuzzling under his chin. "Fine, but I make no promises that you're not gonna be seeing a bunch of Jack-bot's flying around here. Gotta keep my boys with me after all."
"Of course not. I expect them to be around as much as my Jungle Warriors. However, I make no promises that my cats won't get into any fights with your bots." He chuckled.
"Hey, my robots are very polite," Jack stated. "As long as your cats don't purposely bug them, we won't have any issues. My bots do have emotion chips, so if your warriors make any cracks about them, they'll bite back...metaphorically."
"And my cats are very obedient, at least to my rules, and eventually yours as well, I imagine. However, I do foresee at least one minor scrap after they first move in and get settled," Chase mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"Yeah, probably," Jack conceded eventually. "When my supplies arrive tomorrow, I'll call my Jack-bot's over to help me move everything in. Then, they can all meet and the fun can begin. Hopefully, no one from either side dies."
"Once the dust settles, I'm sure everything will be fine." Chase smiled and nodded. "I'll be more than happy to help you set up your lab tomorrow."
"Thank you, dear," Jack said, shifting more comfortably in the elder man's lap. "I'd appreciate that."
"You're welcome." Chase nuzzled into his hair, well relaxed. "Is it all right if I rest with you here for a moment?"
"Mm-hmm..." Jack agreed, curling closer to him. "Although, you're turning me into a very lazy person...well, not that I'm really complaining. I've never cuddled with anybody before you."
Chase gave Jack a very pointed look. "You do like cuddling with me, don't you?"
The youth nodded. "Of course, I've just never done it with anybody before. Well...technically, I've never done anything with anyone before you. It's just strange. But it's a good strange, y'know?"
"As long as the strange is good, Jack." Chase smiled, bending down to give the genius a soft kiss.
The red-head accepted the kiss and curled his hands around Chase's shoulders as he tilted his head a little. Chase smiled, moving his head forward to deepen the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Jack's waist to pull him closer, one hand sneaking up to thread in Jack's bright red hair.
The goth hummed into the kiss, moving one of his hands from Chase's shoulder up to the warlord's neck and splayed his hand across it to feel the man's soft skin. Chase moaned softly as Jack stroked his neck. In response, he nibbled at the redhead's bottom lip, requesting entrance into his mouth. Jack willingly opened his mouth, allowing the man whatever he wanted as he pulled the man even closer.
Smirking into the kiss, Chase delved his tongue into Jack's mouth greedily. He enjoyed the taste of the genius-some kind of mixture between pudding cups and something almost metallic. A low purr sounded in his throat as the warlord continued to kiss the redhead. Jack moaned loudly at the feel of Chase's tongue and pressed his own tongue against the dragon's. God, the man tasted so wonderful! It was such a fresh, yet exotic taste and the youth couldn't seem to get enough of it. Idly, Chase ran a hand up and down Jack's back, getting a feel for the redhead's slight build as their tongues slid against one another. Soft moans bubbled up in his throat.
Jack ever so slowly moved his hands down Chase's body, past his chest and abs, all the way down to his thighs. Their tongues continued to brush against each other in a passionate, not at all rushed way and the goth could feel his head already spinning at the sensation, but not wishing to pull away. More moans and groans came from Chase as Jack rubbed his thighs, and the warlord was forced to pull away for breath.
"Do you...want to continue?" he murmured, gently brushing his nose against Jack's cheek.
After Bean's strange threat from earlier, Jack was still a bit shaken and worried about what could happen. He had a feeling that Bean wouldn't try anything for at least a few days, since he liked to make people more and more paranoid before he attacked. If something happened...Jack bit his lower lip and breathed carefully through his nose.
Chase would do anything to protect him, Chase loved him, Chase never pressured him into anything he felt uncomfortable with, Chase had shown him a wonderful, kind side that so few in this world, either living or dead, had ever seen, and now...he didn't feel frightened. Other times when the man had asked, he'd felt so edgy and uneasy, but now something felt so different.
In a voice barely above a whisper, he breathed out, "...yes..."
A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHA! I am so cruel! XD I cut at the worst point! CLIFFHANGER!
Actually, the next chapter will make this story totally mature, just so you all know. If that stuff makes you uncomfortable or whatever, you don't have to read it, but...it'll be there. So...yeah. Uhh, hope you guys enjoyed this! Look for the next update!