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, very inappropriate language, NC-17 sex scene. You've been warned. :3
Chase's eyes grew wide in surprise. Jack...said yes? A balloon of happiness swelled in his chest. The warlord had been so patient and so understanding with his lover, and Jack had finally felt comfortable enough to say "yes". Chase pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Smiling softly, he kissed Jack's forehead and helped the goth stand. "Okay, Jack. But at any time you feel uncomfortable, tell me and we'll stop, okay?" He put his arm around the redhead's waist and started heading towards the bedroom.
Jack merely nodded in reply. He wasn't scared, but he could feel himself shaking ever so slightly, but he forced his body to calm down as they strode down the hallway. He wanted this, make no mistake, but it was that sort of anxiousness that made him feel completely nervous at the same time. Still, Chase had proven how patient he was and it gave Jack that feeling of security.
Chase opened the door to the bedroom for Jack and stepped aside to let the genius in first. He was on complete high alert. The warlord would be Jack's first (and, he hoped, the only) lover the redhead would have. Chase was mentally planning how to carefully approach Jack and how to put him at ease. Going slow was a must.
Jack stepped into the room and headed over to the bed, but didn't sit down. He just stared at it like it was a foreign object for a few seconds as he guessed Chase was probably shutting the door. He was now absentmindedly fiddling with his gloves, but still didn't take them off. He knew all about sex from what he'd read and (a bit embarrassingly) watched, but actually going forward with the act was a very different experience, obviously.
Chase closed the door quietly as Jack walked over to the bed, looking a little stiff. Chase was sympathetic. He remembered being nervous the first time he had sex (which was how long ago, again?), so he understood Jack's trepidation. The warlord removed his breastplate, gloves, and shoes, stepping over to Jack and gently resting his hands on his shoulders. "Need some help?" he murmured softly.
Jack's head quickly turned to look at the man, as if he'd forgotten Chase was even there in the first place. Then, he nodded as he chuckled, "Heh, yeah, I'm just a little...yeah..."
"So eloquent, Jack," he thought sarcastically to himself, "You're really impressing him now."
Chase smiled softly at Jack's nervousness, finding it somewhat endearing. Gently, he massaged the genius's shoulders, hoping to put him at ease. "Don't worry, Jack. There's very little you can do wrong."
"Yeah, at least I'm not at the free-throw line," Jack joked, trying to calm himself down with a saying he'd heard from a group of guys one time, but immediately squeezed his eyes shut when he realized how damn stupid that sounded.
At the remark, Chase burst into laughter. "I'm not laughing at you, Jack, I just never expected you, of all people, to say something like that. It's quite amusing." He gently kissed the red strands of his hair. "But please, don't be afraid. I..." Chase paused for a moment, thinking. "Don't take this the wrong way, Jack, but I don't expect you to be some sort of master in sexual activities. I'm your first. Nervousness and some awkwardness are expected. Don't worry. We'll go as slow or as fast as you like."
Jack felt himself finally exhale, albeit a bit shakily, but felt a weight being gently lifted off him. There was still a great deal of weight, but not as much as before. "Okay, I'm ready," he said as he looked up at his master with a weak smile. "You'd better lead then, 'cause I've got no idea how to start."
"Okay." Chase nodded. "Take off your shoes and socks first," he instructed. "We'll go from there."
"'Kay..." Jack said as he kicked off his shoes and held each foot up at a time to remove each sock. He kicked both of the clothing items over to the side and looked up at Chase expectantly. There was a niggling feeling somewhere in his brain that was terrified he might do something wrong, so he wanted to allow Chase to be in total command.
Chase waited patiently for Jack to remove his boots and socks before sitting down on the bed next to him and leaning in for another kiss, gently cupping the redhead's face in his hands. With a small grin, Jack met the other man's lips and tilted his head slightly to the side for the best leverage. Chase responded to the kiss eagerly, gently stroking Jack's cheeks with his thumbs, sighing into the kiss.
The evil genius raised his shaky hands up slightly and locked them on Chase's hips. He gently licked against the dragon's lips, curious to see his reaction. Chase purred in satisfaction and opened his mouth for the goth. He was always very happy when Jack took the initiative in their relationship, when Jack wanted to explore more and be curious. He gently rested his forehead against the redhead's, allowing Jack to take control of the kiss.
Jack raised his eyebrows in silent surprise when Chase gave him control, but nevertheless, he timidly pushed his tongue into Chase's mouth, rubbing it up against the elder man's own tongue, unable to suppress the loud groan that came from his throat.
Chase moaned into the kiss as Jack's tongue stroked his. The warlord's hands tightened on his waist, egging him on. His heart was practically bubbling with excitement. Patience was a virtue that Chase practiced-probably the only virtue that he practiced-and gods, was he glad that he did. Jack was finally comfortable enough with him.
The goth curled his fingers in on Chase's hips, not enough to hurt him or anything, but feeling so perfectly lost and dizzy in the powerful sensation. He could tell that Chase's moans were beginning to drive him wilder than he'd ever felt before and any other feelings of fear continued to fall away from him as their lips and tongues fused together.
His breath was fogged due to pleasure and lack of oxygen. Chase pulled away for a breather, his cheeks flushed pink and his eyes wide and glazed over. "Jack," he breathed, "Are you ready?" His breath ghosted over the redhead's neck.
Shivering with anticipation, Jack breathed back, "...yes. Yeah, I'm ready. Please, Chase..." He tightened his grip on the man's hips, trying to convey his answer.
"All right." Chase leaned down and pressed kiss after kiss to Jack's neck as his hands started undoing the goth's trench coat.
Jack willingly tilted his head back to give the warlord more skin, absolutely relishing in the feel of the man's lips and breath against him. His hands absentmindedly traveled up Chase's body until he was clutching onto his broad shoulders to keep himself from falling over. Chase hummed appreciatively, nipping and sucking at the skin there. He finished unbuttoning Jack's trench coat and discarded it, his hands roaming over the redhead's chest.
Jack let out a small moan as Chase touched him and raised one of his hands up to the other man's head, allowing his fingers to run through Chase's gorgeous mane of hair. "Chase..." he breathed out, unsure what exactly he wanted to say, but needing to say something.
"Jack~" Chase murmured, gently biting on the redhead's neck to make a mark. His chest swelled with pride as he saw it. Jack Spicer was his. Smirking, he dove back to start nibbling at Jack's collarbone, his hands sneaking up his shirt.
Jack let out a strangled gasp when Chase bit into his skin, but the funny thing was...it didn't hurt. He felt a surge of bliss shoot through him and he now buried both his hands in Chase's hair, tangling his fingers up in the silky strands as he moaned. Purring in encouragement, Chase rubbed his hands against Jack's chest, feeling the smooth skin under his warm fingers. He claimed the redhead's lips with ease, tongue delving into the warm depths swiftly.
For about a minute a minute or two, Jack allowed their tongues to rub up against each other before his dizzy brain finally realized how much Chase wanted to touch his skin. He reluctantly pulled away from the addictive taste of his master's mouth and pulled his shirt (a bit clumsily) up and over his head before tossing it to the ground.
Chase nodded approvingly as Jack discarded his shirt. Humming softly, he gently pecked the redhead on the lips before moving to kiss and nip and touch the warm chest now open to him. Chase felt like he would explode at the taste and feel of his lover's skin under his lips, and he moaned softly.
Jack threw his head back as he gasped lightly at every touch of Chase's lips against his pale skin. He latched his hands back onto Chase's hips, trying to figure out how to undo the straps of his armor, but not having any luck. Nevertheless, he continued to moan and groan as the dragon so lovingly kissed his body and quickly gave up on trying to figure it out, choosing instead to enjoy the attention being inflicted upon him.
Even though Jack was still inexperienced in the ways of sex and seduction, Chase had to admit that he admired the redhead's determination to move things along. However, the warlord wasn't surprised when Jack gave up on trying to remove his armor. Chase would give Jack ample time to figure out the complicated clasps and straps in the very near future, but for now he was content to kiss and lick and lavish attentions on his lover's skin. Finding a soft spot on Jack's neck, Chase made a gamble and sucked hard on that particular area.
Jack inhaled sharply before letting out a breathy moan of pleasure. Chase's warm lips against that particular spot set off an electrical surge through Jack's body and he felt himself going slightly wild at the sensation. His hands returned to Chase's hair, trying to keep his lips right where they were for just a few moments longer as he silently urged the man to keep at it.
Chase purred in excitement as Jack moaned in response to his ministrations. Spurred on by his lover's moans and gasps, the warlord continued to center his attentions on that one spot; kissing and licking and nipping at it until it was almost as red as Jack's hair.
Jack soon became incredibly dizzy from the pleasurable feeling and soon he felt his body fall down to the bed, Chase still on top of him. He could feel his heart practically beating out of his chest and he ran his fingers through his master's luxurious hair as his breathing began to speed up exponentially.
Chase grunted softly as he and Jack landed on the bed. He had to break away from the redhead's neck, but he drew his attentions to his lover's chest. Bowing his head once more, he started to lick and kiss at one of Jack's nipples while his other hand gently massaged the other.
"Oh, God..." Jack moaned loudly under the ministrations. Suddenly, he became aware of just how aroused he was when he glanced down at the not-so-subtle tent in his trousers. He gulped a bit with embarrassment, but his shock quickly passed over him like a wave and he decided that he didn't really care if he was embarrassing himself. This all felt too good to worry about something like that.
"You're very excited," Chase murmured against the warm skin. Tentatively, one of his hands moved down to brush against the bulge in Jack's pants and he waited for the redhead's reaction.
It came without disappointment.
Jack cried out and his body jerked slightly at the foreign touch. He gazed up adoringly at the dragonlord and breathlessly begged, "Do that again...please..."
Chase nodded. "As you wish." He gently ran his fingers up and down the warm bulge in the fabric, marveling at how Jack responded so explosively to his touches. The warlord experimented a little, testing out different applications of pressure here and there.
Jack had masturbated before, so he knew how his body reacted to pressure down there, but having someone else, especially Chase Young, stroking him was an entirely different experience. The warlord's hand moved in so many ways, igniting what felt like a surge of pleasure through Jack's body and he could tell he was becoming a bit wilder with each light stroke of Chase's fingers.
Chase groaned softly as Jack moaned and writhed under him. A little impatiently, he divested the redhead of his pants and removed his upper armor. He couldn't deny that he felt just as hard as Jack did, and although Chase wanted to go slow, he didn't want to ruin it by coming in his pants.
Jack finally became aware that as Chase removed his pants (which was perfect timing, since the goth was convinced the room was getting hotter by the second), he was still wearing his gloves and goggles. He shakily managed to peel the gloves off and throw them off to the side as Chase removed his upper armor. He yanked off his trademark goggles and while still staring at the handsome dragon in front of him, placed them on the bedside table.
Chase shot another smile at his lover, humming approvingly at the sight of his underdressed lover. He stretched upwards. "Do you still want to continue?"
"I'd have to be an idiot to not want to," Jack answered honestly with a small smile, finally regaining his previous senses back.
Chase returned the small smile with one of his own. "I'm just making sure." He started to undo the straps and belts on his pants, leaning down to kiss Jack softly. "Remember-any time you want to stop, just tell me and we'll stop."
Jack nodded in understanding as his smile broadened. The only thought that continuously passed through his head as Chase removed his pants was how damn lucky he was. This man, this powerful, handsome, charming, patient, brilliant man, loved him so much. He'd waited for Jack to feel comfortable enough and never tried to pressure him like he knew other guys did. For all the years prior of unluckiness that Jack had struggled through, trying to figure out who he was and where he belonged, this...this made it all worth it.
When Chase was also stripped down to his boxers, he moved down to kiss Jack and touch his chest again. His tongue gently stroked the redhead's lips, asking for entrance while his hands caressed Jack's nipples and rubbed his sides. Chase loved those little moans and breathy sighs that he elicited from his lover. He'd do anything to hear them again.
The goth opened his mouth without argument, bringing his own tongue out to meet Chase's and have them stroke against each other, since he longed for the taste of his master. He moaned as the dragon gently touched his skin with those wonderful hands of his! His fingers were so long and elegant, yet they felt so delightfully rough, probably from previous battles.
An identical moan escaped Chase's lips as he kissed and touched his lover. One hand abandoned Jack's chest and slithered down to the redhead's hips to hold them steady while the warlord rocked his hips against Jack's. The resulting friction forced him to pull away from the kiss with a low, guttural groan.
Jack cried out at the sudden movement and instinctively wrapped his arms around Chase's shoulders tightly, bringing them even closer. "That feels so good..." he whispered shakily against Chase, his lips gently touching the shell of his ear.
"Good; I don't feel inclined to stop soon," Chase moaned, parting Jack's legs for better access. Their clothed members rubbed together enticingly, sending sweet jolts of electricity up and down Chase's spine. "Jack," the warlord gasped, "I want you."
"You can have me," Jack panted out, his voice breathless. "You can take whatever you want. I'm yours, Chase. I'm yours and I love you so much." The words tumbled out of his mouth like that of a drunk, unable to stop speaking as he continued to moan with each thrust, feeling nothing but bliss shooting through him. "Whatever you want, Chase..."
Heartened by Jack's declarations, Chase bent down and kissed his lover softly before swiftly removing the last articles of clothing. Now fully bared to the redhead, Chase arched his back. "Like what you see?" Chase certainly liked what he saw; Jack had a tantalizing, slender form with none of the gangly awkwardness of his early youth.
Jack's eyes traveled from Chase's gorgeous black hair streaked with green, to his well-muscled chest and arms, and all the way down to his long, thick, heavily pulsing cock. "Hell yeah," he answered quietly, a faint smile on his face.
Chase purred as Jack's adoring eyes raked over his muscular frame. "I'm glad~" He pressed another soft, gentle kiss to the redhead's lips while discreetly removing a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. "Are you ready?"
At this point, Jack felt incredibly revved up from all the foreplay and nodded eagerly, even though he knew in the back of his mind what was coming next.
"Okay...this is going to hurt, so just hold on to me and try to relax as best as you can." Chase pulled Jack into his arms while he slicked his fingers with lubrication. "Tell me when you're ready."
Jack took a deep breath and let it out. "Do it. I'm ready."
Chase nodded, taking a deep breath of his own as he slid the first finger inside Jack slowly. He paused about halfway. "How...how do you feel?"
Jack's face was scrunched up and his eyes were squeezed shut. "I'm...I'm okay. It just...just feels weird." His voice was rigid, but controlled enough. "Keep going."
"Tell me if you want to stop," Chase repeated. He knew he sounded like a broken record, but this was definitely the most painful part. He didn't want to hurt Jack anymore. Slowly, he pushed the first finger in up to his knuckle. "I'm going to add the second one."
Jack kept his eyes shut as he nodded, slightly wincing at the strange pressure. "I'm okay."
"It's gonna feel good soon," he coached himself mentally. "You've read up on all this stuff before. Chase will make it feel good soon. It's just a work in progress. Just keep breathing, Jack."
Slowly, Chase scissored his fingers, probing deeper as he went. He searched for that one spot that would make Jack see stars; that one little bundle of nerves...
Jack began to grunt here and there, trying to deal with what was now most definitely pain. He could feel how deep Chase's fingers were inside his body and for a split second, he almost decided to tell him to stop. Suddenly, he felt something similar to a bolt of lightning shoot down his body, all the way down to the tip of his cock and he let out a gasping cry, his back arching slightly off the bed.
Chase let out a heavy sigh of relief when he found that spot and brushed against it. He added the third finger and stated toying with the spot, adding pressure here and there to gauge Jack's reaction.
Jack felt the added finger enter him, but as Chase began to hit that magical spot, it barely made a difference in his mind. He began to cry out each time, his nails digging into the elder man's shoulders. His breathing became uneven and he began to murmur under his breath at an unsteady tempo the word 'more' over and over again, needing that incredible pressure circulating through him.
Chase was immensely relieved as Jack clung to him, moaning incoherently and gasping for breath. They'd gotten over one of the hurdles. Now came the second part...
Slowly, Chase removed his fingers and slicked his cock with lube. He coaxed Jack into his arms and positioned the tip at his entrance. "Jack, are you ready?"
Jack whined slightly at the loss of Chase's fingers, but nodded when the man asked if he was ready. He made sure he was comfortable enough before saying, "Let's do it."
Chase nodded. "Okay." He spread Jack's legs, keeping a tight hold on the goth's hips as he entered his lover, groaning obscenely at his tight heat. As with his fingers, he only entered in halfway before pausing to gauge Jack's reaction. "How...how is it?"
Jack's eyes were squeezed tightly shut. "Hurts like hell," he answered honestly, though gritted teeth. "How 'bout you?"
"Nnf, you're tight," Chase groaned. "Let me know when I can move. The option to stop is always there, too."
"No, just-just keep going," Jack grunted with a gasp. "I'll be alright." In his mind, Jack continued to coach himself, reassuring himself that the pain would soon pass.
"You sure?" Chase started to inch inside bit by bit.
"Y-yeah," Jack answered with another grunt. "Just-just keep going slow."
"All right." Chase pushed in all the way up to the base. "You ready?" His grip tightened on Jack's hips as he tried not to lose himself and pound away recklessly.
Jack's hands scrambled a little bit to find Chase's shoulders, since his eyes were still shut. The feeling of Chase's cock didn't hurt too much now, just a dull sort of pain at the moment. "Yeah...yeah, I'm ready."
"All right..." Chase turned his hips slightly, hoping to hit the spot that he found with his fingers. He started a slow, easy rhythm, moaning softly at the tight heat encasing him.
At first, Jack was silent, only grunting here and there. Slowly, he became used to the feeling and curled his hands a little tighter around Chase's shoulders. "Okay, Chase. You-you can go a little faster if you want."
Chase nodded; carefully picking up the pace while restraining the urge to hurt him. "Tell me...if this hurts," he panted, sweat beading on his forehead.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jack mentally noted that he would find a way to specially thank Chase for being so patient and cautious with him-he seriously doubted any other man would have taken things this slow and been so caring and aware of his pain. For now, however, he could feel his body becoming hotter and hotter with each thrust and he slightly lifted his own hips to meet Chase's thrusts. It still felt totally weird, but...it also felt really good, too. "No, it's...it's not so bad now. It kinda feels...really great."
"Wonderful," Chase moaned, picking up the pace, gripping tighter and tighter at Jack's hips. Jack felt so hot inside; the way he felt around Chase was fucking amazing; the warlord thought he would pass out from the feeling. He smashed his lips against Jack's, biting at the redhead's lips.
As Chase's hold on his hips grew tighter, Jack began to cry out more in sweet agony. The previous pain was completely gone now, it seemed, and as Chase moved at a faster pace inside him, a pleasurable bliss began to shoot through Jack; if his brain hadn't begun to short out on logic, Jack probably would've pieced together that Chase had found his prostate once more.
Nevertheless, Jack was taken by surprise when the warlord violently assaulted his mouth, but made no effort to protest. Instead, he moved his hands into Chase's hair as he kissed back, even daring to bite Chase's lips himself to taste his blood, which he found tasted just as addictive as the inside of his master's mouth.
Chase groaned as Jack bit at his lips hard enough to draw blood. He tilted his mouth upwards to allow the genius to take in a few drops of the red liquid. His thrusts grew faster and faster. Chase was almost at his limit. He felt the hot coil in his belly expanding, threatening to break. "Jack," he hissed breathily, taking the teen's member in hand and stroking it rapidly.
Jack threw his head back at the second source of pleasure and let out a cry of ecstasy. "Oh, fuck yes, Chase! Yes, yes, yes! Harder, more, please!" His fingers dug into Chase's scalp as he felt an unbelievable amount of pressure growing inside him and it took a few minutes for his lust-addled brain to realize what it was. He managed to wrap his legs around Chase's waist, meeting his thrusts in perfect timing as he cried out in bliss.
Chase growled, biting Jack's neck. "Jack," he hissed, "So fucking close, Jack-!" He pumped Jack harder, rocking his hips even faster.
Jack found himself screaming out when Chase bit into his flesh, his lover's fangs almost igniting his orgasm, but something forced him to hold it, desperately wanting to cum with his lover. The bed was now shaking frantically with each powerful thrust and Jack knew he couldn't last much longer. "Chase..." he pleaded breathlessly in-between his cries as Chase pounded into him. "I need to cum...please, I need you to cum with me..."
"Yes, yes, Jack!" Chase cried. He was so close already, so close...! "Cum with me, Jack..." Chase let go of the burning coil in his stomach as he felt wet warmth spilling from the cock in his hands.
Jack let out a scream as he finally spilled his cum out of his cock and his screams turned into bubbling moans as he could feel his lover's seed being spilled inside him. It was such a rich, wonderful feeling and Jack groaned loudly at the tremendous pleasure still coursing through his body as he clung to Chase.
"Ohh." Chase moaned lowly in his throat as Jack wrung every last drop from his cock. Panting, long hair sticking to his face, he rested his forehead against Jack's. "Jack...that was...fuck, you were amazing."
Jack felt himself gasp out a breathy chuckle. "Me? I'm lucky I was able to hold out for that long." Nevertheless, he found enough strength to release his legs from Chase's waist, each of them hitting the bed softly. He nuzzled gently against Chase's forehead, suddenly noticing how Chase's face and some of his hair was sticky with sweat, but for some reason, Jack didn't mind it all. He could only imagine how awful he looked, anyways.
Purring softly in response to the nuzzling, Chase pulled the covers over both of them. "I couldn't have asked for better...it was well worth the wait." The thing that Chase was most ecstatic about, though, was the fact that Jack had the sense of maturity to say "no" at first and not jump Chase's bones when the warlord offered. Sad to say, he was a little surprised that the redhead didn't do that right away. Still, it was all worth it in the end. He pressed a kiss to Jack's slightly damp forehead.
"Definitely..." Jack mumbled drowsily as he shut his eyes, his exhaustion finally taking over him. He curled up into Chase's arms, burrowing his head into the crook of Chase's neck. "Mmm, I love you, Chase..." he muttered quietly against Chase's sweaty skin.
"I love you too, Jack..." Chase yawned, feeling his eyes drift shut. "Sleep well..."
A/N: As promised, my darlings. I'm not gonna say really anything about this because...well, I think it speaks for itself. I hope we gave you all nosebleeds! *waves happily* Don't know when the next update will be, but until then, R&R if you wish to praise Rhapsody-Shaman and me on our smutty work!