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, language, heavy implications of sex, and mild violence.

1. Heart

Chase had never liked Valentine's Day. The holiday was so full of mushy hugs and kisses that it almost made him want to barf from the sheer sweetness of it. So, of course, he had dreaded his first Valentine's Day with Jack, fearing that his goth would want to make a huge production out of the pointless holiday.

Imagine the dragonlord's surprise to be given nothing but a small box and a simple kiss on the cheek from his beloved mate, said mate assuring him that Chase didn't need to give him any sort of a present.

"This is it, Spicer?" Chase questioned his lover skeptically. "You're not going to beg me to take you out to dinner at some ridiculously fancy restaurant or force me to sit in a dull movie theater for a few hours?"

"Nope," Jack replied as he shook his head with a cute smile. "I'm not really a big fan of V-Day, but I figured, since this year I've actually got someone, I might as well celebrate it with my gorgeous boyfriend, right?"

Chase frowned at the title and glanced down at the box in his hands. "May I ask then what exactly you got your 'boyfriend' for this heavily commercialized holiday?"

Jack smirked. "Why don't you open it and find out?"

So, with a quick roll of his golden eyes, the overlord undid the latch on the container and lifted the lid back. His eyes widened dramatically and his jaw dropped slightly.

There, slumped in one corner of the box, was a human heart.

The immortal stood perfectly still for almost a minute before looking back up at his smirking lover. He furrowed his brow and tilted his head to the side in silent questioning.

"Do you recognize its scent?" the red-headed teen asked with a giddy expression.

Chase blinked in surprise when he caught the familiar aroma. "This…this smell…I can't quite remember who it belongs to…"

"Remember when we were at that one diner a few days ago and that chick wouldn't leave you alone? She kept touching you and stuff?"

"Yes, until I broke her fingers," Chase recalled, the memory becoming clearer, as well as the meaning of the present he now held in his hands.

"Right," Jack agreed. "Well, I was just thinking that since you're always threatening people not to touch me 'cause I'm yours and only yours, I just thought maybe it was about time that I return the favor, y'know?"

Chase lightly chuckled, somewhat shocked that Jack had not only committed an awful crime in his name, but the youth's tone clearly indicated that he held absolutely no remorse for his actions.

Ever so slowly, a pleased grin crept across the dark man's face. "How…intuitive, my Jack-rabbit."

"So, does that mean you like it?" Jack asked excitedly, clasping his hands together.

"Yes, Spicer," Chase purred, closing the lid and gingerly placing the box on a nearby table. "However, I must admit, I have no gift to give to you in exchange for this. It seems so unfit that you should grant me with such a thoughtful present, but I leave you empty-handed."

"Oh, pfft." Jack waved his hand at Chase. "Like you haven't done the same for me on more than one occasion. If anything…I kinda wish I could get you even more."

Chase elegantly arched an eyebrow. "More?"

"I mean, taking down that stupid hoe wasn't that difficult and I just…just wish that I could help you with the…" He struggled with his words. "…the 'bigger' stuff, y'know? Like with your actual enemies." Jack scratched the back of his neck nervously. "I know you normally don't really need the help, but I can be pretty useful when it comes to stuff like this." The teen shuffled his feet together uneasily. "I just wanted to show you that I actually can do stuff like this." He gestured pointedly to the box. "I wanted to give you serious proof that I'm not…not a loser anymore, y'know?"

Chase stepped closer to his lover, cupping the teen's pale face in-between his gloved hands. "Spicer, you never were a loser to begin with. Yes, you've done stupid things in the past and you would run away the moment danger reared its ugly head, but you possessed the potential to be evil. Despite the fact that you were afraid, you still threw yourself into the fray because you wanted to prove yourself. Now that you are my apprentice…I can see that you have truly worked hard to embrace our life of evil and I am quite proud of this accomplishment, make no mistake."

Jack blushed a tad at the words, glancing away for a second before meeting his master's eyes. "Well, putting aside all that mush," he muttered, trying to keep himself from looking like a fool, "Do think maybe we could…celebrate my accomplishment?" At these last few words, Jack's blush became even redder, but his smile grew broader.

Chase smirked back at his beloved, bringing their faces closer together. "Hmm, what did you have in mind?"

2. Embarrassing

Jack had been embarrassed so many times in his life that trying to count the exact number of times was a ridiculous notion. However, if someone were to ask him what the most embarrassing moment of his life was, he would not hesitate to answer.

When Chase had finally wised up and begin to court Jack, the tech wizard seemed like the happiest evil genius on the planet. Their relationship was well-known to all that they were well-acquainted with, so Jack wasn't beat up anymore (or at least, not as much) and Chase would actually go out on dates with him in public!

Except Chase hated using the word dates. He preferred to call them outings instead, but Jack looked at them as dates all the same.

Anyways, one night, after a surprisingly splendid dinner at a monster-ridden café (Chase had many connections to other horrid monsters like himself that were well-hidden by the rest of the mortal world), the two had decided, just for a change, to head over to Jack's old mansion that he barely spent any time at nowadays, considering that he slept over Chase's citadel most of the time.

The two had entered Jack's old bedroom and were both almost crazy "in the mood". Chase had easily flung Jack onto his old bed, climbed on top of his slender body, and Jack immediately wrapped his arms around his master's neck, lovingly kissing it repeatedly. Consenting to his lover's need to share his own affection first, Chase decided to enjoy the affectionate act and wait before stripping them both of their wear. He allowed his eyes to idly wander the room as he reveled in the sweet adoration.

Suddenly, his eyes fell upon the head of the bed and he narrowed them in confusion. "Spicer?"

Still preoccupied with kissing his lover's neck, Jack managed to reply with, "Hmm…?"

"What is that?"

Jack reluctantly ceased in his actions and followed the direction in which the elder man was staring. His eyes widened with sudden horror. "Uh…uh…umm…"

At the head of the bed, propped up on the pillows was a small doll that greatly resembled Chase. It was made of some sort of felt material that looked as if it had been carefully stitched together and many of the details, especially the parts of his armor, were spot-on. The doll's face was set in a permanent frown, much how an everyday cat plushie looked.

"Uhh…" Jack's eyes remained as wide as saucers, completely at a loss for words. He fumbled, trying to think of some sort of explanation, but was more focused on the fact that he'd assumed he'd put the blasted thing away. His brain was too fuzzy from the shock of Chase spotting the plush and his genius mind seemed to shut down entirely, forcing him to only spew utter nonsense.

He shut his eyes tightly in fear and horror, wishing that he could just crawl under his old bed and die in peace.

No one, not even Wuya, knew about his Chase-doll! He made it himself about a year after he'd met the warlord, feeling the need to make some sort of likeness of his idol and crush to keep with him always, especially during those lonely nights when he had nobody. He'd simply wanted that temporary feeling that someone was there, even if it was just to have someone to talk to and hold onto to without them pushing you away in disgust.

Jack had known Chase know for a few years now and ever since they'd begun their courtship, he'd pushed the Chase-doll into the back of his mind, since now that he had the real thing, there was no point of keeping a stupid doll around for company.

"Spicer."

Jack squeezed his eyes more firmly shut.

"Spicer, look at me."

Out of an instinctual need to obey, the goth opened his eyes to look at his lover and was surprised to see a smile of amusement on the elder man's face as he held the tiny doll up to properly examine it. "Did you make this, Jack?"

After a moment of hesitation, Jack nodded sheepishly. Chase let out a bark of laughter that made Jack jump, but he didn't try to move away. The dragon glanced back down at him, still grinning. "I must admit, Spicer. This is uncharacteristically…sweet of you."

Jack blinked wildly in amazement, feeling even more confused now. "I-I don't understand. Aren't you angry?"

"Angry?" his lover repeated the word with a chuckle. "Why on Earth would I be angry?"

"I dunno, 'cause…it's supposed to be...you?" Jack responded awkwardly. "I just thought you'd think it was stupid. I mean, it is pretty stupid, I guess."

"It's not stupid at all," the dark-haired man protested, causing Jack to furrow his brow in puzzlement. "I find it…cute."

"Cute?!" Jack exclaimed, half-offended and half-shocked, "You—think—but…cute?!"

The warlord smirked. "The fact that you would go to all that trouble to make this…I hate to admit it, but this is just too adorable."

Jack opened his mouth to give some sort of reply, but ended up only making pathetic choking sounds in his throat. With a wicked chuckle, Chase carefully placed the doll on the bedside table. "Don't be so speechless, Jack-rabbit. It doesn't suit you." He began to casually remove his stuttering lover's clothes. "You know, I think I would like to keep your little toy, if you wouldn't mind. I wish to keep it as a symbol of your adoration of me, seeing as to how much it must have meant to you, since you didn't have the heart to throw it away and no one else knew of its existence. Not even me, until tonight."

As the man spoke, he began to do very interesting things with his mouth and hands, so what else could Jack do but temporarily forget about the humiliating ordeal and mutter, "'Kay…"

3. Rough

"Chase?"

The warlord opened his eyes and glanced over at his bedmate. "What is it, Spicer?"

"How come we've never had sex when you're in your dragon form?"

The question struck the elder man completely off-guard and he hesitated before answering. "My dragon form is…it's a monster, Spicer. I don't see why in the world you would want to make love to a monster."

Jack furrowed his brow. "Well, yeah, you're a monster, but…you're kinda my monster now, y'know?"

Chase blinked at his mate in honest surprise at the statement, but considered his words. "I've never…engaged in sex while in my true form. I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"I know you won't hurt me," Jack said instantly. "You never hurt me when we have sex."

"Yes, Spicer, but this is my inner-dragon. If we were to participate in sex while I was a dragon, it would most likely be a bit rough."

"So? I always wanted to try rough sex." Jack said with a simple shrug of his shoulders. "Chase, you have the most self-control out of anyone I've ever met. I know you won't hurt me. I mean, sometimes we've gotten a little crazy, but it's never gone too far."

Chase tilted his chin upwards, fixing his lover with a stern gaze. "You are sure about this?"

"Totally," Jack agreed. "I mean, I'm your mate, Chase. I know you had lovers before me, but I'm your mate. I don't just love you 'cause your human form surpasses that of even the hottest male supermodel; I love everything about you. Your dragon form is not only the coolest creature I've ever seen, but it's also the most beautiful. Besides…it's you. And I love you no matter what."

Chase was silent for a few minutes, evidently thinking Jack's request over before he slowly shifted into his true form. His skin turned its scaly green color and his tail whapped out behind him. The scales shot out of his back, dangerous and sharp, along with his equally razor-sharp teeth. "If you're certain, Spicer."

The boy nodded his head with an excited grin. Then, seeing the look of worry on his master's face, Jack cupped the dragon's head in his hands. "It's okay, Chase. I know you won't hurt me. If I didn't want you to do this, I never would have even suggested it."

Internally agreeing with his lover's words, Chase gently moved across the bed until he was gently straddling the goth. "Alright, Spicer. If you trust me, then I see no reason to not trust you."

Jack chuckled lightly as Chase began to nuzzle against his neck. "What can I say, baby? When it comes to you, bestiality turns me on."

4. Fight

Chase and Jack didn't fight that often, but when they did, they tended to bring their personal issues with them when dealing with their enemies.

This statement was proven during one morning when a Shen Gong Wu activated on a rather blustery winter day in Minnesota, a place that the four Xiaolin monks were currently freezing their respective asses off. Each monk was bundled up to the brim in hats, coats, gloves, and scarves, but even those didn't seem to be of any help.

"D-do you h-have any clue wh-where this W-wu is, Dojo?" Raimundo spluttered out, the icy wind blowing hard against him.

"I'm p-pretty sure it's over h-here," the little, green dragon said, slinking over to a nearby patch of snow.

Suddenly, the group halted, all feeling the dark presence in the air, even the harsh, cold breeze of snow seemed to cease in its actions. They all turned around simultaneously to see Chase Young standing nearby, strangely enough dressed in his own winter wear, complemented by the fact that he was clothed completely in black with the exception of a festive, pink scarf. "You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?"

"Can't blame us fer tryin'," Clay replied almost good-naturedly, but leaned into his battle-stance, along with the others.

"Where's your whiny boyfriend, Chase?" Kimiko sneered to try and frazzle him. "Was he too afraid to even show up?"

Before Chase could give a proper retort, Jack appeared from seemingly out of nowhere. It would later be revealed that he'd been there ever since the others had arrived, but had been waiting for the proper chance to snatch the Wu. Seeing as he'd had really no choice, the evil genius crept out from his hiding place.

For once, instead of dressing in his usual black attire, he was dressed from head to toe in white. White pants, boots, hat, coat, scarf, and gloves. It was clear he'd succeeded in camouflaging himself in the snow before he'd decided to simply make himself known.

Jack cast a look over at Chase and the elder man met his stare…or rather, glare.

"Chase," the teen acknowledged stiffly.

"Spicer," the dragonman replied back in a similar tone.

The Xiaolin warriors exchanged confused glances with one another. Normally, Jack would fawn over Chase, especially if a battle was about to break-out. The way they were acting was a bit…hostile.

Finally, Omi, being the most innocent and naïve of the group, inquired, "Chase Young, why do you regard Jack Spicer with such indifference?"

Before Chase could say a word, Jack growled coldly, "Oh? You ask him what's wrong? Not me? What am I, not smart enough to answer that question? Huh? Huh?!"

The Dragon of Water inched backwards in mild terror as Jack glared down at him, his eyes shooting imaginary daggers at the young monk.

"Man, what the hell's your problem?" Raimundo questioned, stepping in front of his teammate.

"My problem?" Jack repeated, his voice sharp and bitter. "I don't have a problem. What makes any of you think I have a problem?" Jack moved forward, glaring at the Xiaolin warrior's leader. "Do I look like I have a problem?"

There was a pause before Clay responded with, "Yeah, Jack. Yeh kinda do, pardner."

Jack's left eye twitched erratically and he made a small noise in the back of his throat. He cast a glance at Chase, who kept his stoic stare. The elder man raised an eyebrow. "What?" he inquired curtly.

"Nothing," the goth snapped back.

"Alright, I see what's going on here," Kimiko said, stepping up, despite that both Heylin men were now glaring at her. "You both are in some kind of stupid fight, aren't you?"

Chase turned his head back to his mate. "Spicer is having a fight. I, on the other hand, am being perfectly reasonable."

Jack scoffed loudly. "Reasonable?! You're kidding, right? You didn't even listen to what I had to say!"

"It obviously wasn't worth listening to," Chase hissed harshly at him.

Jack stifled a yell and grinded his teeth together.

"Hey, Kim, maybe we should just go," Raimundo suggested, looking a little freaked out by their attitudes towards one another. "W-we don't really need this Wu."

Kimiko, of course, was paying absolutely no attention to her friend and focused more on the situation at hand. "So, what exactly are you f-, I mean, disagreeing about?"

Jack glared coldly at her. "Like that's any of your business."

"Well, I'm not the one fighting with my boyfriend in front of my enemies!" Kimiko shot back.

"Oh, like you haven't thrown a fit in the middle of a showdown or battle before," Jack hissed. "Half of the time, you're always yelling at somebody."

"Now, Jack," Clay said, advancing forward, "Yeh have no reason to speak to her like that. She's just tryin' to help."

"Perhaps she should learn to stay out of other people's business," Chase snapped. "Spicer and I will settle this dispute in our own time. For now, there are more pressing matters at hand."

For a moment, no one said a word nor did anyone move a muscle.

Suddenly, everybody made a mad dash for the Wu that was sticking just barely out of a pile of snow. Three gloved hands landed on the mystical object, allowing it to glow at the touch.

Kimiko internally groaned as she looked up at her two competitors, wondering in the back of her mind what she could have possibly done to deserve this. Chase and Jack were hardly paying any attention to her, instead opting to glare venomously at each other, while still keeping their hands on opposite sides of the Wu, so that they were not touching, God forbid.

"Well, seeing as I don't have much of a choice; Chase and Jack, I challenge you both to a Xiaolin Showdown Trio. My Eye of Dashi against Jack's Reversing Mirror and Chase's Thorn of Thunderbolt." She glanced around, inspecting the area around them to figure out what the best challenge would be. She noticed the multitude of snow-covered trees that stretched towards the sky and quickly got an idea. "The challenge is the first one to find the Wu hidden in the trees wins."

"Sounds easy enough," Jack remarked.

"Very well. Let us begin." Chase said with a curt nod.

"XIAOLIN SHOWDOWN!"

The trees around them grew enormous in size, their branches stretching out far and their trunks giving the trees a sturdier feel. From the sky, snow continued to fall, but instead of simple little bits of frozen ice, they grew to large, almost car-sized chunks of frozen ice. The three challengers appeared on their own separate branches as the other monks were placed on top of a mountain, far away from the action.

"GONG YI TANPAI!"

Jack quickly activated his heli-pack and shot off like a gun as Kimiko flipped into the air to try and reach a higher branch. Chase took a different approach, instead choosing to carefully inspect the inside of the trees, while keeping a close eye on the other two as well as the dangerous snow-drops.

Kimiko poked her head into one of the hollows of a tree, but found nothing. She pulled her head out just in time to notice a one of the abnormally-sized snow-drops hurtling toward her. She gracefully leapt out of the way, landing on another tree branch. Unfortunately, not a second after her feet landed, another snow-drop came at her. Luckily, the drop didn't hit her, but the force smashed into the branch she was on, causing her to slip and fall off. With great difficulty, she managed to grab onto a lower branch and tried to pull herself upwards, but didn't have enough leverage to accomplish the task. Oh, why didn't she wager the Lotus Twister or Third Arm Sash?

Meanwhile, Jack moved to a higher branch, trying desperately to find the Wu, but coming up with zilch. Before he could look any further, a snow-drop smacked into his tree, causing the tree to shake lightly along with Jack, who ended up losing his balance. He fell from the branch, but with the help of his trusty heli-pack, stayed in the air. Then, before he knew what hit him, another snow-drop practically crashed into him. Surprisingly, he wasn't damaged as he fell to another branch but he quickly noticed that something was missing…

"Crap! My heli-pack!"

Sure enough, the device had been tragically smashed to bits from the fall and the pieces were now strewn across the ground.

"Problems, Spicer?"

Jack glared viciously at a tree branch only a few feet from his own to see Chase balancing easily on his own branch, with his head cocked to the side as he grinned in a wicked fashion.

"Shut up, you dick!" Jack snarled angrily.

Chase merely barked out a cruel laugh and stood up just as Jack did; the latter trying with great difficulty to keep his footing. Little did the warlord know that in his blind spot, a snow-drop was hurtling toward him. As Jack scowled furiously at the dragonman, he suddenly noticed the snow-drop heading for Chase and, without thinking, used all his energy to hop over to Chase's branch.

He practically barreled into the overlord, knocking them both down onto the branch as Jack held up his Shen Gong Wu and shrieked out, "Reversing Mirror!"

True to its nature, the Wu deflected the snow-drop away from the two Heylin.

"Spicer!" Chase snarled, pushing the youth off him. "What in gods name-"

The man paused when he realized what had just occurred. He turned to the goth, furrowing his brow. "Why did you do that?"

Jack opened his mouth, but quickly closed it and averted his eyes.

"Jack, why did you do that?" Chase repeated.

The evil genius opened his mouth again, but said nothing. He stared at the elder man, unsure of how to explain himself. Finally, he forced out, "I…I don't know."

Chase scoffed. "What do you mean, 'you don't know'?"

"I don't know!" Jack exclaimed. "It…whenever I see you in danger…I just wanted to—it wasn't-" He clamped his mouth shut and breathed through his nose as he shut his eyes. After a few moments, he opened his eyes again to look his master in the eye and mumbled, "You're just important to me…"

The dragonlord elegantly arched an eyebrow and leaned in closer to the teen. "Even though you 'hate' me?"

Jack winced slightly, remembering the harsh words he'd spat during their argument last night. "W-well…do you see my point now?"

Chase tilted his head back, evidently thinking about it. After a moment of thought, he gave a small smile and nodded. "I suppose so, Spicer. Even with my experience, it never hurts for someone else to have my back."

"Someone like your lover?" Jack asked in a small, yet hopeful voice.

Chase's smile broadened and he placed a gloved hand on Jack's knee. "Yes, someone like that."

"Hey! What the heck are you two doing up there?" Kimiko yelled from her lower branch.

Chase's eyes narrowed. He bent down slightly as he shouted back, "Can't you see that we are having a conversation?"

"This is a showdown, you idiot, not couples counseling!" Kimiko squawked in retort.

Eyes flaring, Chase pulled out the Thorn of Thunderbolt. He aimed it downwards and called out its name, causing it to shoot a bolt of lightning down at Kimiko. The force of bolt broke the branch she was hanging onto, causing the Xiaolin warrior to fall down to the ground. She hit the ground and let out a yowl of pain, sensing that her leg was broken.

Meanwhile, back up in the trees, Jack grabbed onto Chase's hand and looked him square in the eye. "I'm sorry for totally freaking-out on you."

"No, I should have listened," Chase conceded. "However, actually experiencing an occasion like this where I might need your help ultimately proves your point."

"So…it's good that we had a fight?" Jack asked uncertainly.

"In a weird way," Chase replied with a smirk.

Jack found himself smirking back. He glanced away and, without meaning to, his eyes noticed a glint in the hollow of the tree they were balancing on. He grinned, leaning his body over (Chase keeping his body steady so that he didn't fall) to pull out the Wu that they needed to find.

Immediately, reality was restored and the two Heylin along with the monks were back to standing in the middle of the snow-covered area. Kimiko was wincing in pain as she leaned against Raimundo and Clay to keep her upright, glaring at the evil couple.

Jack picked up the pieces of his damaged heli-pack and moved back to Chase. "It's gonna take me a few weeks to repair this thing," the red-head said with a frown.

Chase smirked and waved his hand across the broken device. Immediately, the pieces fixed themselves back together and it was perfectly repaired. At Jack's look of astonishment, Chase offered in explanation, "Consider it my form of an apology."

Jack grinned at him, kissing him on the cheek lightly. "Apology accepted."

5. Sunrise

"I don't get what's so romantic about watching the sunrise," Jack commented as he leaned up against Chase's body.

"Many people find the sheer beauty of the dawn to be a breathtaking sight," his mentor explained, "The simple dawning of the new day is an extremely powerful event because it leaves behind the previous day as well as the following night and gives the world a fresh new start that basks in the brilliant light of the sun."

"…eh, poetry was never my thing."

Chase laughed aloud and pulled his mate closer. "I am no poet, Spicer. I merely know how other people perceive the world around them; how their brains work."

"Either way, I've never actually tried this before," Jack admitted, wrapping his arms around Chase's waist. "I've never even gotten up this early before."

Chase didn't respond, but kept his eyes fixed on the spot where the sun was about to rise.

The stunning brightness poked its head out from the tips of the mountaintops and its rays shined like thin beacons of light. It slowly rose higher and higher, bringing the world out of the darkness of the previous night and allowing the world to experience its new life. The light ran over and down the mountainsides, all the way to a now sparkling river below before meeting the green grass nearby.

The dragonlord glanced at his lover, whose eyes were locked on the event, his lips slightly parted and eyes squinting at the power of the light, but not daring to look away from the sight just yet.

Finally, after a few more seconds of watching the experience, Jack shut his eyes tightly and rubbed against his eyelids with the tips of his fingers, muttering under his breath, "That was…kinda epic."

Chase chuckled at the teen's reaction. "I told you I know how people's brains react to such events."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're very smart. Shut up."

A/N: So, it's about time I did an 100 theme challenge. XD

Heart: I know that this is pretty disturbing when you think about how Jack got that heart, but to be evil, you gotta be a little crazy, right? X3

Embarrassing: I actually got this idea from a few of BrokenDeathAngel's comics on deviantart. A few of her short comics have Jack with this cute little chase-doll and I thought it would be kinda funny just to see Chase's reaction. I'd highly recommend checking out her stuff on DA if you like Chack or LeJack (LeMimeXJack).

Rough: Chase is paranoid about his ugly dragon-form, Jack tells him how stupid he is, they make hot, evil love, blah-blah-blah...

Fight: ...am I the only one that thinks Chase would totally rock a pink scarf?

Sunrise: No comment, actually.

I'm gonna shoot for only 100 words because I'm not that ambitious, but if anybody has any words that they wish to suggest, go right ahead and I'll see what I can do. Thanks for reading and review if you would like! Hope you enjoyed it!