The Time Has Come

By: Ch4ckSl4sher (AKA Silvarbelle)

Pairing: Chase Young/Jack Spicer (m/m)

Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown

Summary: It's been several months since Diol told Jack what Chase's plan really is. The time has come for that plan to go into action.

Warning: If you can't handle the thought of people of the same gender kissing and/or being sexual with each other, please to be pissing off now. If you read it anyway, and claim to be offended, I'll do my utmost to embarrass you publicly by telling your real-life friends and family what you read and masturbate to.

Acknowledgements: I hereby acknowledge CrystallicSky with being made of win for inspiring me to write drabbles in the space of three hours, and RedLioness for ALSO being made of win by helping my brain unstuck mid-plot. XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown or any of the original characters or items associated with it. I am not attempting to make any financial gain from writing this story. Xiaolin Showdown is the property of its creator (Christy Hui) and attendant television networks.

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Chase Young sat on his throne inside his mountain palace. Three-hundred years ago, he'd seen the chair in some European palace or another and had been taken with the whimsy of having a throne to sit on.

The first thing he'd done was reupholster it in pink velvet.

All these years later, with a few replacements to the pink velvet, the throne was still there, still his, and he sat on it now as he contemplated Jack Spicer.

It had been months since the day of the showdown during which his jaguar, Diol, and Jack Spicer had been trapped together in a cave. When he'd dug them out, Spicer had been… off.

Since then, he'd only been getting… off-er.

The young man had continued to show up to showdowns, but there was a new somberness about him. While he inevitably bragged about his non-existent prowess, and just as inevitably lost the showdowns, Jack no longer arrived with great fanfare. He no longer spent most of the showdown jabbering on about his genius.

For certain, his robots had had a potent upgrade. They were no longer kitschy, cute, relatively harmless machines that were easy to defeat.

The new robots were also less ostentatious than their predecessors. They also knew martial arts battle moves that had been programmed into them, and came with an interesting array of weapons.

Either the monks or Chase would win the showdowns, certainly, but they had to work harder at getting Spicer's minions out of the way. More often than not, the monks crawled away limping or singed or both.

Jack, wisely, never actually engaged in any of the battles – something different for him. He would participate in the showdowns if he actually managed to become a contestant, but he wouldn't try to fight any of them for the Shen-Gong-Wu.

Chase recalled the last battle for Shen-Gong-Wu that Jack had been present for. The monks had been lamenting Jack's unwillingness to battle and how much they regretted it; they all wanted to beat the albino genius to a pulp.

Chase's lip curled at the memory. The monks were crueler, more darkly tainted, than they realized. Because of that, they were a threat to his reign as the supreme Heylin chief.

He would have to eliminate them soon. Then, he'd have some breathing room before the next batch of do-gooders showed up to give him a headache.

That was fine. He could use the time to properly court Spicer and bring the young man to his side.

Over the months since Jack had been trapped in the cave with Diol, the appearances at Xiaolin Showdowns had become less and less until, finally, the young man stopped coming altogether.

Hardly daring to believe his luck to be so excellent, Chase had gone to inquire of the young man why he never bothered to come around anymore.

Jack had stared at him with an unreadable expression for a very long time, and then he'd simply said, "I'm ready for something new."

Chase had been impressed enough that he'd left quietly without a single nasty taunt thrown.

Now, Chase waved his hand languidly before him and the Eye Spy Orb rose from its magical hiding place in the floor. The large eyeball resting on its vein-y stalk leaned toward him, presenting its viewing capabilities for his use.

"Show me Jack Spicer, current time," he commanded the Eye Spy Orb, and sat back in the throne. He lifted a glass of wine to his lips because, honestly, why not enjoy a fine wine when looking at a fine young man?

An instant later, the fine wine sprayed in a mist all over the Eye Spy Orb, causing the eyeball to retract and shake wildly in response to the beverage stinging its delicate flesh.

Chase coughed and then wiped his lips with the back of his hand. He stared at the hazy image still showing on the Eye Spy Orb's surface.

He never noticed as his hand crushed the wine glass to fine powder, the dark wine soaking into his glove, as he glared hate at the image causing him distress.

In a darkened garden, in God alone knew where, Jack Spicer sat on a low stone wall. His legs, encased in black dress pants, were spread wide to accommodate the body of another young man between them. The young man, blond and tan, was busy kissing and sucking at Jack's bare throat because Jack's dress shirt had been pulled free of his trousers and unbuttoned; spread open along with his black dress jacket. A dark pink blush colored the white cheeks and Jack's bright red hair was damp and ruffled. He was clearly enjoying himself, if the subtle rocking of his hips and the faint moans of appreciation were any clue.

Chase bolted to his feet as he glared down at the image of Jack Spicer receiving pleasure from another man.

"Son of a BITCH!"

In the next instant, he vanished from his palace, and the Eye Spy Orb was left to dip itself in a nearby pool of clear, cool water to rinse off as best it could.

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Jack moaned softly as Ethan's mouth touched lightly against the curve of his neck where it met his shoulder. Ethan's lips were dry; soft and warm, and he knew precisely how to stroke them against Jack's very sensitive skin to make the albino genius shudder with arousal.

His cock was hot and heavy with want inside his pants. Every few seconds or so, he would rock his hips forward and feel just the faintest, tantalizing hint of pressure; of heat and hardness in return, and it would make him shiver with want.

The peace and quiet of the horny interlude was abruptly shattered as an enraged roar ripped through the atrium.

"Spicer! What in the name of Hell's Generals do you think you're doing?!"

Ethan flinched hard and turned to face the source of the noise. Jack peered past the young man who'd been kissing him to see Chase Young standing only a few feet away in a full blown snit.

"Oh... Chase," Jack said quietly. "What are you doing here?"

Chase was seething. Literally seething. Jack could see fine tendrils of black magic energy misting off of the dragon-lord. He wondered what Ethan would think of it.

"Me? What am I doing here?" Chase growled. "I can tell you I am certainly not putting out for some strange boy I hardly know in some nameless garden!"

"Hey!" Ethan said, scowling. "He's rich enough to afford me putting out for him anywhere he wants!"

There was complete silence for a few moments.

Then, in an ice-cold, brittle voice, Chase said tightly, "Spicer... you hired... a whore?"

"Escort," Jack replied calmly. "And by that, I mean I just needed a date to this stupid party we're at. A stupid party full of boring old farts. The sex wasn't part of the plan, though."

Ethan grinned. "Well, for the amount you're shelling out just to have someone pretty on your arm, I figured why not?"

An inhuman growl ripped through the private atrium.

Ethan froze, his eyes widening. He stared at Chase in shock, and then back at Spicer.

"Did... did you hear that?" Ethan whispered nervously.

Jack shrugged. "He does that occasionally. Usually after I've done something hideously stupid. After enough of those, you figure maybe you're so far beneath him that you're just wasting your time, and it's time to move on."

Ethan scowled at the young albino man. "Wait... you two are together? And you hired me?"

Jack shook his head. "No. He hates me, so we're definitely not together."

Ethan blinked. "Wait... what? Hates you? He's over there pissed at you getting jiggy with me and he hates you?" Ethan paled suddenly. "Oh, shit. Is he, like, your father or uncle or something?"

"You ask that after I tell you that I felt like I'm worthless to him and moved on?"

Ethan threw up his hands. "It's a goddamned soap opera!"

"Except not nearly as entertaining," the dragon-lord snapped. "I fail to find this funny in the least. Whatever he's paying you, I'll triple it if you leave – now."

Ethan immediately stepped away from Spicer and began neatening his hair and clothes.

Jack snorted. "I guess he chose the right name for you."

"Money is money, Mr. Spicer," said Ethan. "We all have to earn it somehow. I just get to have more fun the way I do it."

Jack rolled his eyes, but said nothing.

Ethan grinned and flashed Jack a wink. "Besides, if it doesn't work out between you two, well... you know my number."

It was the last thing he ever said.

Chase's hand suddenly closed around Ethan's throat viciously. With ferocious and frightening strength, Chase squeezed. Ethan's hands clawed desperately at the large hand locked around his neck, his eyes bulging out in terror, but it didn't matter.

In less than five seconds, Ethan's neck burst from the tremendous pressure being applied to it. Bone and gristle, flesh and blood were crushed to a pulp in Chase Young's hand; Ethan's blood misting out in a wide arc.

Ethan's head fell off and hit the floor with a thunk, the eyelids blinking reflexively. Chase kicked the head into a corner filled with ferns and flung the body away.

Jack stared in wide-eyed shock. After a moment, he croaked, "I guess that's one whore I'll never have to pay."

And then, Chase as on him.

Jack found himself flattened backwards. He'd been seated on a raised garden bed full of plants with wide, glossy leaves. Now, he felt those leaves crushing against his back, undoubtedly smearing plant juice on his jacket, as Chase pressed him down onto the soft, dark dirt and green, cushy leaves.

"How dare you," Chase growled, his gold eyes glowing with his rage. "After all the time I've put into you, trying to keep you safe and unharmed while cultivating your genius so it could reach its potential... after waiting for you to grow up so I could have you without losing you to recklessness... this is how you repay me?! With a whore?!"

Jack gaped up at the man straddling him, pinning him down.

Then, suddenly, he was angry.

Glaring, his teeth bared in a snarl, Jack reached up and began hammering his fists against Chase's armor. He wasn't dumb enough to actually try to strike Chase, but he could hit the man's armor without immediate consequences involving pain.

"You what?! You – you – you ass!" Jack shrieked. "You conceited ass! Dick! Shithead! All this time, I waited and hoped and tried so hard to get you to notice me and you were – oh, damn it, I hate you!"

Chase snarled hideously. Catching Jack's wrists in his hands, he easily pinned the younger man's hands down by his head.

"Don't you dare lash out at me, Spicer!" he snapped back. "What – I was supposed to want a boy? An immature child who still played with toys and had no concept of logic and consequences?! That isn't something that inspires lust, Jack!"

"So why were you trying to get me anyway?!" Jack shouted, and tried to wriggle free.

"Because I saw the potential in you to be great!" Chase shouted back. "I saw it! And you weren't exactly hit with the Ugly Stick, Spicer! And I thought you..."

His voice trailed off and he stared down at Jack with a mixture of anger and uncertainty.

Sensing the dragon-lord's hesitance, Jack eyed the man warily and asked, "You thought what?"

"I had thought... that perhaps... it wasn't a simple hero worship or boyhood crush you felt," Chase said quietly. "I sensed – or thought I did – that you cared more deeply than that."

Jack blinked, and then relaxed submissively.

"I do," he said softly. "I... Chase. I want you. I always have. But... you never... I never saw anything to make me think – although there was that one time, in the avalanche..."

Chase cocked his head slightly to the side. "What do you mean?"

Jack blushed hotly. "I... um."

Gold eyes narrowed. "Spicer."

"Diol! He... I had the Tongue of Saiping, and I was bored, and... well. He told me that you'd be along to rescue us both, and I protested. I said you'd be along to rescue him and if I was lucky, you'd leave without sealing the cave up again with me inside it. He... he basically called me an idiot and told me that you—"

"That's why you suddenly started staying out of battles!" Chase crowed indignantly. "And staying away from the Showdowns altogether! I knew it! I knew it had to be more than my luck being just that good!"

Jack scowled. "Yeah, well, Diol said that I was lucky to have caught your eye – and a complete idiot to not realize it. He said I had a chance with you if I played my cards right."

"Meddling fuzzbag," Chase growled. "That interfering, flea-riddled... I'm going to give him mange."

Jack made a soft sound, and then shook his head. "Chase... no. Please? Please, don't take it out on him. He was right, y'know. I hadn't noticed until he told me."

"He shouldn't have told you!"

"Maybe not, but... Chase, the way he talked about you... I could hear in his voice how much you mean to him. I don't understand what kind of relationship you have with the warriors you collected, but Diol, at least, likes you a lot. He cares about you. I think he told me so I'd finally get a clue and be what you want so you could be happy."

Chase sighed roughly. Bending, he let his forehead rest against Spicer's. His black hair, with its dark green highlights, fell down around them and dimmed the already low light.

They rested there in the garden bed, sharing breath for several moments.

Finally, Chase asked, "So, Spicer... what do we do now?"

Jack laughed softly. He curled his fingers downward, straining the muscles of his wrists slightly so he could touch his fingertips to the dragon-lord's hands that were still curled around his wrists.

"You're asking me?" he marveled quietly, and then shrugged. "I'm not sure. All I know is that I want to be with you."

"The whore? What was he about?"

"He was just what I said: A date for the evening. I wasn't planning on having sex with him; that's not what I hired him for. Getting all hot and heavy was his idea."

"You weren't exactly fighting him off," Chase growled, his eyes glimmering softly.

"Well... no," Jack admitted. "I saw you when you broke open the cave. You were checking up on me; making sure I was okay. It gave me hope, and so I followed Diol's advice. But nothing changed. Nothing happened. It hurt so much to think that I'd done everything I could and it still wasn't enough."

Chase made a low sound and nuzzled his face gently against Jack's.

The young albino man cleared his throat lightly. "And, well... I'm a guy, y'know? A young, healthy, hormonal guy. I really want to have sex before I die of blue balls, okay?"

Chase laughed quietly, the sound tinged with something dark and decadent.

"Would you be willing to settle for having sex with me?" Chase asked, nuzzling down to press biting kisses against the line of Jack's jaw.

Jack shivered and tilted his head back; baring his throat to the sexy predator crouched above him.

"There's no 'settling' with you," Jack said, and grinned slightly. "More like 'trading up' – and then some."

Chase hmmm'd and nibbled some more.

"Please," Jack said, and shifted slightly in a wanting motion, "Chase, please... if you want me, then I'm all yours."

"All mine," Chase agreed, a hint of the growl back in his voice. "Mine, Spicer. If you give yourself to me, you are completely mine forever more; no 'take backs'."

"I'm inexperienced," Jack shot back, "not brain-dead stupid. I don't want to 'take back' this!"

"You will," Chase promised. "At some point, I'll infuriate you and hurt you and make you even hate me a little."

"You've already done that, lots of times," Jack said quietly. "But you're still the most amazing person in the world; the greatest man I know. You're devastatingly brilliant, the greatest warrior, and gorgeous. You're hot sex on toast, and I want to eat you up."

Chase laughed; honestly amused and honestly flattered.

"Very well, then," he agreed. "From this moment on, Jack Spicer, you belong to me."

He pressed his mouth to Jack's, kissing the younger man with a warm and lusty eagerness that delighted and dazed Spicer.

"Just so you know," Chase murmured into one pale white ear, "that you now have me, as well."

Jack let out a startled squeak.

Grinning, Chase wrapped his arms around his new lover and teleported them both away.

While he sent his minions to clear away the dead body and use Shen-Gong-Wu to alter the memories of the mortals attending the party, Chase took Jack to his bed and showed him precisely what the younger man had let himself in for.

A/N: Silvarbelle has once again been so kind as to write a sequel to one of my works, and I'm taking the initiative to post it here for my Fanfiction fans. :) Absolutely everything to be found in this chapter (aside from this author's note by me) belongs to HER, and I had no hand in helping write it (unless one counts the first chapter of this that inspired this one! ;P).

I hope you guys enjoyed her work (and if you aren't aware of her, I highly reccommend that you become so: she is a FABULOUS Chack writer, and the driving force behind myself becoming a writer of Chack)! :D