Tainted Love
Tomi Sama

Chapter 16:
Pressures of Perfection

Pairing: JackxRai/JackxChase
Warnings: Slash, fluffiness, sex x2 (again), a violent, rape-esque sex scene, a very sick Jack, a loving Chase and a loving Rai.
Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown. If I did, Jack would have more airtime and Rai would talk more. I lorve his accent.
Request: Pleeeease Review.

Author's Note: College takes a lot out of you, and I haven't actually watched Xiaolin Showdown for years… Everytime I try to write this, I have to re-read all my past chapters to remember the show. It seems kind of contradictory. Anyway, because I'm afraid of Alice killing me if I don't finish this soon, everyone who likes this story gets the benefit! This may seem like a filler chapter (and it kind of is), but it might be the last chance you ever enjoy reading it. ;-;

Ps: If there are any of the OLD guys here, who read this story from like, Chapter 1, can you believe that this just HAPPENED to get done on a Thursday? Like, what? Weird, I know. Thursdays always were my favorite day (until, of course, Wednesday had Lost.)

100+ Reviews!! Thank you, guys! You have no idea how much that means to me! Especially since this story started so long ago, and I didn't intend to go anywhere with it. I do this for me, as a creative outlet, but I do it for you, too! So when you're bored, sitting at home during summer vacation (or wherever you may be, whenever) I can preoccupy your mind with my attempted sex scenes and such! So thank you so much for your patience and your love!

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"As the days do come but the years do go…"

The blaring radio took his mind off his life, and he focused on the words, so he wouldn't focus on his life. If Jack had known what was going to happen in the days to come, he wouldn't have spent it quite this way.

"So take care of your freedom you'll never know."

Jack enjoyed the Irish tune, he enjoyed the way the singer sang the words, but he hadn't been listening to the words themselves. If only he had, he might have realized fate was trying to tell him something. If only, If only.

"Take good care of your freedom you'll never know."

"Jack?"

All of the monks were looking at the redhead when he marched, like he owned the place, into the temple. Raimundo held Kimiko's cell phone in his hand, like he'd just gotten done talking to someone. He handed it back, before walking to Jack to greet him.

A greeting he got.

As soon as Jack was close enough, he threw his arms around Raimundo, kissing him hard on the lips. He heard Clay make an uncomfortable noise and Omi started training again, but he couldn't care, and Raimundo couldn't stop kissing. The Brazilian wanted it as bad as Jack did.

When Jack did break the kiss, Rai's emerald eyes were coated in lust as he looked at Jack, begging to be ravished again. His hands balled into fists at Jack's hips, making his shirt tighten.

"When was the last time I told you I loved you?" Jack asked, playfully, one arm around Rai's shoulders, the other running his hand over his chest at his words.

"Four days ago." Rai answered. "The last time we saw each other. Chase said you'd be coming over, are you okay? Did you have a fight?" Rai ran his thumbnail under Jack's nose. Dried blood was under Rai's fingernail. "He didn't hit you, did he?"

"No." Jack said, annoyed. "He didn't hit me. But he's being an asshole and said I'm sick and he's going to call the doctor."

"You've been asleep for almost four days, I heard."

"I dreamt of you, Raimundo." Jack whispered, suddenly sounding lusty again. "I dreamt of you putting your you-know-what in my you-know-where."

Rai's eyes grew large as Jack's hand on his chest made his way farther down, his fingers dancing over Rai's stomach, tickling below the belt.

"Seriously!" It was Clay and his voice was shaking. "Can you at least go to Jack's room… please?"

Rai blushed, embarrassed, but Jack hugged the brunet, pushing their hips together as he looked at Clay. "Oh, Cowboy." Jack whimpered. "Haven't you ever wanted to watch? We'll do it right here, so you can." Clay froze, and Jack pushed harder into Rai, electing a moan from him. "Haven't you wanted to hog-tie a guy and take complete advantage of him? I swear, cowboy, you can ride me like a horse… I've always imagined you're hung like one."

Rai blushed again, and tried to move back. Clay was rooted to the spot, afraid of both options Jack gave him; watching or participating. Omi was training harder, hopping that the harder he trained the less he'd hear, and Kimiko looked torn between angry that Jack would hit on her boyfriend, and the strange urge to see her boyfriend having gay sex with her best friend… she really was a fag hag at heart, after all.

"Jack… are you drunk?" Rai whispered.

Jack forgot about Clay, instantly dropping to his knees in front of Rai. He was at Rai's stomach, lifting his shirt to kiss and lick at the bare flesh. The brunet tried to be strong and not act like this in front of his friends, but instead of yelling stop, he put his hand in Jack's hair, trying to get him to leave his stomach alone and kiss and lick what he really wanted kissed and licked.

"Please, Rai." Jack mumbled into the bronze flesh of his boyfriend. "Please, Rai…"

"Please, Rai!" Clay countered, pale. "Take him somewhere… He's like a sow in heat."

The brunet nodded, although to the redhead or blond, it would never be known since they both wanted the same thing. He grabbed Jack's arm and pulled him up, nearly dragging him across the yard. About halfway there, the redhead spun, tackling Rai into a kiss. The two tangoed, backwards, while making out, the rest of the way to the dormitories.

When the couple got there, Jack walked backward, laying on the bed, grinning. Rai turned, making sure the door was locked and nobody could look in before he walked closer to Jack.

"Wait." The redhead said, sitting up. "I've got an idea."

"But… Jack you were just begging for it…"

"Yeah, but now I'm begging you to wait." Rai stopped in front of Jack, with the latter still sitting in front on the brunet. Jack slipped his hands around Rai's waist, leaning forward to kiss and suck on the boy's stomach. Rai, like before, let his head fall back as he moaned.

"What do you want me to do, Jack?"

Jack reached up, under Rai's shirt to touch one of the brunet's nipples. Rai jumped slightly, getting goosebumps almost instantly. His eyes were closed when Jack moved back, to rest back on his elbows, no longer touching the brunet.

"Strip."

"What?"

"You heard me, Raimundo." Jack licked his lips. "Strip for me." Reaching behind him, under his old pillow, he grabbed a remote. He clicked a few buttons and a song played through the room.

"Sexy, can I? Just pardon my manners. Girl, how you shake it got a playa like Ohh!"

Rai started to rock his hips awkwardly as he reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up slowly. Jack saw every single muscle exposed one at a time, as a thin layer of sweat already started to appear on the Brazilian's tanned flesh from the heat mixed with the movement. By the time he'd taken his shirt off and let if fall abandoned on the floor, Jack was tired of playing games and too hard to think.

"It's a Kodak moment, let me go and get a camera. All I wanna know is: Sexy, can I?"

The brunet, now seeing he had the redhead under his control, grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. To the beat, Raimundo grabbed Jack's hands and lifted them up, while pushing his hips back, into Jack. Although he couldn't see the facial expressions, hearing the moan and feeling Jack hard knew whatever he was doing… he was doing it right.

"Sexy, can I hit it from the front; can I hit it from the back? You know you like it like that."

Spinning around, he shook his hips while unzipping and removing Jack's overcoat, then his red Frankenstein shirt. Rai was impressed to see that although the redhead had been getting thinner and losing muscle lately, he was still had more muscle than what he started out with when they first had sex. Although he did like Jack weaker than himself, seeing the boy seemingly healthy was enough to keep Rai going.

"Then we take it to the bed, then we take it to the floor."

Though Raimundo wouldn't admit it to anyone, he had used the Golden Tiger Claws to sneak out to strip clubs in Brazil and he knew, from watching, what made him melt. Jack was begging again, for Rai to take off his clothes and fuck him. Who was Rai to deny that? The Brazilian loved the dominating side of himself.

"Then we chill for a second, then we back at it for more."

On his knees, Raimundo pulled Jack's pants and underpants down in one pull. The redhead lost his balance, and fell backwards onto the bed, in the position he started in. Kicking off his shoes, then pulling his pants down in a likewise manner, Rai climbed on top of the bed, on top of Jack, and started kissing him.

"So you're feeling better then?" Rai whispered through kisses, rushed, almost daring Jack to say he was too sick to fuck.

"Of course." Jack moaned back, holding Rai's head against his chest while the Brazilian's tongue flicked his nipple ring; the redhead's toes curled with every flip of pain he felt. "I've been sleeping a lot, and I'm perfectly fine now."

Rai smirked against the nipple, but came back up to become even with Jack's mouth. "Well whatever you got, you better not give it to me."

Jack grinned back. "I'm sure if it was contagious, you'd have it by now."

The brunet said nothing in return, instead deciding that was the perfect time to push into the redhead, and distract him with a kiss. Even the kiss couldn't hide the muffled squeals of delight from Jack.

"Oh, dios mio, Raimundo. Más fuerte!"

The language barrier didn't stop Rai from knowing the Portuguese translation, and stronger he went. Being egged on by Jack's closed eyes and pants of pure bliss, Rai went harder, deeper, faster, until Jack's body spasmed with an orgasm, Rai following close behind.

Jack remembered seeing the emerald eyes, coated with lust, grinning wildly at him. The last thing Jack remembered before he passed out was the twinkling eyes, and the words, "I love you."

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Over the next week Jack had called Chase a handful of times, but told him he would remain at the Temple until Chase promised to have sex with Jack when the boy returned home. Every time Chase refused to touch him until he went to the hospital first, which lead to shouting and Jack hanging up, turning to Rai for release.

Rai knew something was wrong by how hard Jack forced him. Jack wanted to bleed, he wanted to be tortured, but Rai couldn't give him that.

Soon he was sick of Rai, too, and went home after not being there for a week, to demand sex.

Jack walked into the throne room like he owned the place. He walked right up to Chase, while the other watched him curiously. He stood before the dark haired man, frowned, and slapped him hard across the face.

Chase leapt to his feet, not fighting back, but Jack just turned his hand to a fist, and swung again. The dark haired man grabbed Jack's hand, to stop the rather hard punches, but he would just punch and kick harder.

After two minutes of being punched, bit and hit, Chase, in pain, punched back.

Jack ran, taunting and punching Chase every chance he had. The redhead's moves were spastic, and he was panting already. Chase was furious, Jack was pleased to see; so furious, in fact, the dark haired boy couldn't concentrate on the kill.

Jack side stepped once, and stuck out his foot. Chase tripped, and Jack was on top of him, holding him down at the shoulder, repeatedly punching his ribs over and over again.

Chase quickly flipped them over, and looked down at Jack like an animal. His savage eyes bore into Jack's as his savage hands quickly ripped the material from the redhead's chest. In seconds the dark-haired boy was devouring the redhead, biting, scratching and slapping him. Jack pretended to fight, to rile Chase more, but he was tired from the chase, and just wanted to be taken now.

And Chase, riled from the chase, was more than happy to give it to him.

They were still in the throne room, but off to the side. Annoyed, Chase dragged Jack back to the thrones by the wrist, the leather jacket, protecting his back from being burned by the floor, squeaked. Quickly enough, they were there and the fight was gone from Jack. When Chase forced him over the seat and tied his hands behind his back with a strip of leather he ripped from the younger boy's coat, Jack wouldn't have fought if he could. The sound of Chase's pants being removed was music to Jack's ears, and the pain of being simply pushed into without preparation was exactly what Jack wanted.

Harder. Stronger. Faster.

Actually, Jack could feel consciousness slipping with every thrust. It took everything he had not to pass out… and for the first time, he truly felt he was as sick as the boys told him he was. Sick physically, yes, but emotionally and spiritually too.

He had everything, finally. He had proven to everyone he could juggle the two biggest sex fiends in the history of the universe. He had proven he could be as strong as he was smart. He'd proven everything. And he had nothing left to prove.

But he felt like a rotten person.

"Pressure pushing down on me"

The pressure on his hips.

"Pressing down on you… no man ask for"

The pressure on his head.

"Under pressure - that burns a building down"

The pressure on his heart…

"Splits a family in two"

There was too much pressure, pressing down on Jack… too much…

"Puts people on streets"

"Jack?" Chase was done, and it seemed that Jack was too. His breathing was staggered and uneven. It looked like he was having a fitful dream, yet it was impossible. The boy simply wasn't asleep long enough to dream…

"Jack, wake up."

Chase shook the boy, and his eyes fluttered, but he remained out cold, and no matter how hard Chase tried to wake him, the boy's body was simply too weak.

Swearing, he cleaned Jack up, putting him into pajamas and pacing, hoping to God Jack would wake up soon.

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"I really don't know what to do." Chase had been awake, pacing for two days while Jack steadily slipped deeper and deeper into sleep. Jack had slept longer than this before, yes. But this time it was different. The younger had been running a constant fever, shivering and sweating at all hours, sometimes spasming. The albino was paler than normal, with dots forming on his face.

The dots reminded Chase of a time when Dashi was really sick. He had thrown up for a full day and had broken many blood blisters in his face and eyes with the dry heaving. However, Jack had not thrown up. He hardly moved.

But the phone call had been made when Jack rolled over. He made a hiccup sound but fell back to sleep. Chase, thinking it was a good sign, patted Jack on the shoulder, only to see a wide spectrum of bruises had been placed there. At first, Chase thought it was just from training with the monks or the beating game they had a couple of days previous. But he poked Jack, and proceeded to watch a bruise form… one should not form bruises so easily.

Chase nodded, his hair was back as always, and he was wearing his blue ex-Xiaolin robe. His eyes focused solely on Jack, nodding again.

"Well, I can't just take him to the hospital; he's told me frequently he hates it there."

He listened again, and heard shouting on the other end. While the voice that whispered with him was panicked, the crowd around them had no clue what was going on.

"Shut up, you guys!"

"So, Raimundo. What should we do?"

Yes, it did kill Chase a little, to hear the concern in Raimundo's voice. It… troubled him slightly. Sure, everyone seemed to feel for Jack, but Raimundo's feeling was more… intimate than he expected.

"I don't know, Chase! I think we should take him to the hospital."

"Take who to the hospital?"

"Shut up, Kimiko…"

"… Oh no! Who are you talking to? Is Jack hurt! Let me talk to Jack!"

"It's fucking Chase Young! Jack's been passed out since he left here, apparently."

Chase smiled, hearing his name being spat from Raimundo's pretty little mouth gave him nearly the same feeling as when he heard Jack scream his name in ecstasy. However, focusing on the task at hand, his smile dropped. Jack was sick. This was no time to be gloating over who won Jack's heart.

Now all the Xiaolin's were panicking and yelling at each other. Clay and Kimiko were insisting they talk to Jack, where as Rai continually said he wasn't even conscious, let alone wanting to talk to the two of them. Omi, crying about ice cream, could be heard the least, but his sobs were apparent, nonetheless.

Chase stared at Jack. He himself had no friends growing up, besides Dashi and Guan and the former Xiaolin monks were hardly "friendly" toward Chase. But there was something in his chest that was pulled when he heard the four monks shouting and crying on the other side of the phone. It wasn't necessarily a good vs bad pull; that Jack was evil and the monks were good and look at how they felt, but more of a jealous pull. He had to share his Jack with these monks…

"Oh, dues. Oh, dues…"

Chase could see Raimundo in his mind, sobbing into his hands as his delicious brown mop of hair fell into the emerald eyes. Raimundo must feel like he was in a hospital, waiting for the verdict on if his brother was going to die or not, seconds ticked away, and nothing made the Brazilian feel any better.

"Would you four calm down?" Chase stated, too worried about Jack to care about how the others actually felt about receiving the news.

"Who are you talking to, Chase?"

Chase's eyes swung into focus. Jack's eyes were shut, but his hands were quickly at his face, brushing away stray hair and sleep before opening his eyes. Unlike Dashi, Jack's eyes didn't have the red pinpricks of broken vessels in his eyes. Unlike Dashi, Jack's innocent red eyes didn't look at Chase as if he were really wishing he was looking at Guan.

Jack smiled.

"Is it Ashley? Is she out? Would you tell her to bring me home some chocolate milk? Oh, but tell her it's for you, she wouldn't bring it home for me."

"Chase! Chase! Who is that? Is that Jack?"

Jack's eyebrows furrowed a little, as if he simply couldn't put the voice to the name. The cell phone dropped from Chase's ear to his side, allowing the redhead to hear more clearly.

"Chase Young! Please let me talk to him! He's awake now, right! That's his voice. Please Chase… please! Jack? Jack!"

Chase shut the phone, dropping it on the floor and crawled onto the bed.

"Was that Rai?" Suddenly, Jack's eyes turned to look like Dashi's. The worry and paranoid in his eyes couldn't be masked by the calm in his voice. "Why are you talking to Rai?"

"Why do you think I'm talking to Raimundo, Jack Spicer?" Chase crawled farther on the bed, his hips coming to rest on Jack's stomach, his hands on either side of his head.

"Well, I suppose that depends. How long was I sleeping?"

"Two days. However, you look like death and you've got a fever."

Jack closed his eyes and snorted. "Well then, he probably called you. Obsessive, that one is." Jack laughed as he fell into comfort with his lie.

"Indeed." But, for the first time since Chase felt like he won Jack back, fair and square, Chase didn't believe him.

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Songs: The song on the radio in the very beginning was "Lightning Storm" by Flogging Molly. Before the song was requested, I had never heard any Flogging Molly song, let alone this one, so for a while, I wasn't sure what to do. However, I feel the song fits wonderfully with the story, and really like the song now! Thank you for requesting it, Masochistic Phantasm!

Strip tease song: "Sexy, Can I?" by Ray J. Semi-funny (to me) story… I'm a chronic swinger (as in, I sit on my front porch with my iPod in, listening to music and watching cars go by for inspiration), and when a song comes on, it's usually specified AT LEAST to a specific story, if not a specific pairing. Not this song. In the future, this song will likely be one of the most quoted songs I use. Why? It's uber catchy.

"Pressure" by David Bowie ft Queen, as Jack passes out.

Darling, Alice. I'm aware I didn't use your song. However, I did listen to it, and I know exactly where it's going to go… it's just not going into it yet. So don't be mad, kiddo. ^_~

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Scenes from the next Tainted Love:

Rai suddenly thought of himself in a shining metal suit of armor, with his Blade of the Nebula pointing at Evil Chase Young, who was suddenly in a Dracula-esque cape with a handlebar mustache, twisting it evilly. In the backdrop, which was very badly painted in his mind, Jack was waving his arms in a violet dress yelling, "Oh, my savior!" …

… And only Chase Young stood in his way.