Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown.

Warnings: Homosexuality, cursing, mentions of mild violence, and sexual implications.

36. Mouth

Throughout the citadel, angry stomping could be heard and many of the cat warriors literally hid wherever they could, completely terrified of their owner. Chase normally didn't get so upset over certain things and if he did, he'd have about a fifteen minute fit, then be done with it and continue onward as if nothing had ever happened.

Their master was currently pacing back and forth in front of the front door with what was quite possibly the most terrifying look on his face that any of the cats had seen in decades.

If any of the cats were brave enough to approach the man, even from a few feet, they could hear him muttering to himself, "That boy…that damnable boy…"

Jack had left Chase for a few days to go off to some sort of conference for his robotics guild. Now, normally Chase would be completely fine with this as even though he loved Jack dearly, they both needed their time apart doing things that they each liked to do on their own.

However, this time was different.

First, Chase had awoken a few days ago to find only a single, tiny note from his consort, stating: Going to important conference for guild. Be back in a few days.

The warlord hated being the last to know about such things and was furious that his lover had not taken the time to wake him up, even for a good-bye kiss or something.

If that hadn't been enough to make Chase angry, he'd tried to call Jack multiple times, but had received no answer. It wasn't like Jack to ignore him, especially since they weren't having some sort of fight; at least not one that Chase knew of.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Chase stopped in his frantic pacing and looked towards the door to see his evil genius standing there, looking weighed down by his luggage.

"Hey, baby," Jack greeted him casually. "Sorry about not calling you back. This whole thing just totally fell in my lap and I couldn't get a moment's peace to save my—mmph!"

It had seemed that Jack and Chase had been a reasonable enough distance apart when Jack first walked in, but Chase had managed to close that distance with his incredible speed and inhuman stealth. He now had Jack wrapped in his arms dipping him slightly as he literally attacked his mouth; almost like a savage beast in the wild trying to murder its kill.

Jack usually loved Chase's kisses, especially when the warlord was the one to initiate them, but the young man struggled furiously to get out of Chase's grip, more just so he could take a few gulps of air and ask Chase just what kind of drugs he was on to make him act like this.

After a few minutes, Chase finally pulled away a few inches to breathe while Jack greedily gulped for air. Once Jack had enough breath, he looked into his lover's eyes, seeing the warrior fixing him with a very intense stare. To anyone else, it would probably be absolutely terrifying to be in the clutches of a well-known killing machine who was looking at them in such a way.

For Jack, he was mostly concerned that no one had closed the front door yet and he could feel a terrible draft blowing in.

"Chase?" Jack breathed out, still inhaling and exhaling slightly. "Babe, are you okay? Look, I know I left on such short notice, but—"

"Spicer…" Chase growled in a warning tone that gave Jack pause and sent a stray chill down his spine. The evil genius could hear Chase's dragonic voice beginning to come out and he knew his lover was serious. "Quit talking and put that annoying mouth of yours to better use." He hissed out this last sentence venomously before forcing their lips to meet again as he teleported them to his bedroom.

After that, it took about a month until Jack was able to properly walk again.

He also made sure to notify his council that he would need to be informed ahead of time about any kind of trips that would keep him away from home for a reasonably long amount of time.

37. Homework

Jack stared down at the textbook and notebook that were lying in front of him as he laid in his bed. He glared coldly at the words in the textbook, wanting nothing more than to rip the stupid thing to shreds and chuck his homework out the window.

Oh, why did he think taking a medical class would be a good idea?!

"I loved my medical class today, Jack!" Katnappe told him as they leaned back against their lockers at dismissal while herds of students rushed by. "Y'know, you should join for next semester!"

"Ehh…no thanks, kitty litter," Jack said, waving her off. "I'm not really into that stuff."

"But we had to give the teacher blood samples and then we looked at our own blood under the microscopes, found out our blood type; y'know, stuff like that. Besides, you told me you're not squeamish about those things, so why not go for it?"

"Ashley, you're the one who wants to keep studying genetics. I'm the guy with the wrenches and robots to fix. I don't need to deal with how to fix people. There are plenty of other smart people who know how to do that."

"Hmm…yeah, but it'll look good on your college application."

"COLLEGE APPLICATION, MY ASS!" Jack yelled in the present day, throwing his pen across the room before lying down on his back in defeat.

He'd read the chapter a million times, but the answers to the questions were nowhere to be found. It left him frustrated and cranky, which quickly drew attention to others.

"Spicer?"

Jack opened his eyes a bit to see his lover standing in the doorway with a concerned expression. "Hey, babe. Sorry, am I being too loud?"

"Well, that depends," Chase said as he walked in and sat down in bed next to him. "Why exactly are you being so loud in the first place, pet?"

"It's this stupid assignment!" Jack growled out as he sat up, not angry at Chase, but at the textbook. "None of the answers are in here! I even tried looking online, but that didn't help either."

"May I see?" Chase asked, holding his hand out.

Jack with a shrug, handed him the heavy textbook before showing him the questions. For a few minutes, Jack kept glancing over at his master who was studying the words very carefully.

Finally, when Jack could bare the suspense no longer, Chase looked up from the book.

"Well?" Jack asked with a hopeful expression.

Chase looked in his direction before stealing once last glance at the book. Then, he met Jack's eyes once more before handing him the textbook back. "I think you should seriously consider dropping this class, mate."

"You mean you couldn't even find the answers in this stupid thing?!"

Chase gave a sigh. "A wise man always admits his defeat."

"Damn!" Jack cursed, throwing the book across the room and pouting.

Chase looked at his unhappy lover before putting a hand on his knee. "I apologize that I could not be of any assistance. I know how much your grades mean to you."

Jack immediately placed his hand over his master's. "Oh, I'm not mad at you, baby. I'm just ticked off at this dumb class. I keep working my butt off to study and do all the homework, but it's just too much! This is so not my field."

The dragonlord furrowed his brow, asking, "Lover, may I ask why you even took this class in the first place?"

Jack gave a frustrated sigh. "I was talking with Ashley and she said taking a class like this would look good on my college application."

The warrior stared at him for a moment before glancing away and chuckling to himself.

"What the hell, man?!" Jack yelled at him, looking enraged.

"Oh, please don't get upset, Spicer," Chase said, trying to stop chuckling. "I'm not laughing at you. I just think you're actions are a bit foolish."

"And what's so 'foolish' about them?!"

"Darling, you're already at genius level. Any college would immediately jump to snatch you up for their school. You're above average grades in math are record breaking enough and you have plenty of other school activities, such as the robotics club, mock trial, debate, cheerleading—"

"I thought we agreed to never speak of that last one," Jack interrupted, fixing his master with a stern, annoyed gaze.

Chase gave a snicker. "Oh, please, Jack, you looked wonderful out there."

"I looked like a complete idiot! The other girls made fun of me constantly and then the football team egged me when I was leaving after practice one night!"

"And who had them all hospitalized?"

A sigh. "You did."

"Thank you," Chase said with a smirk.

Jack gave another sigh, picking up his notebook and fiddling with the metal binding. "Still, I mean…do you really think I've got a chance of getting into the college I want?"

The dragonlord nodded without hesitation. "They'd be fools not to accept you."

The tech genius gave a gentle smile, a light pink blush dusting his cheeks as he glanced down at his notebook. "Well, in that case…"

Jack then tossed the notebook across the room to join its twin book and the pen before he slide up next to his lover. "If the class isn't that big of a deal, then I guess I have no homework tonight~"

Chase smirked more widely at Jack's mischievous expression. "So it would seem. Then, if you have so much free time tonight, how would you care to spend it?"

"How else?" Jack asked rhetorically, their faces inches from each other.

Suddenly, the youth stood up and hopped off the bed, spreading his arms out wide and grinning toothily. "Play videogames!" With that, the redhead zoomed out of the room.

Chase gave an annoyed groan at his lover's thick-headedness before Jack poked his head back in the doorway. "C'mon, play two-player with me! I wanna use those new games Granny got me for Christmas!"

38. Cuddle

"This is weird."

"How so?"

"I mean…we're cuddling."

"You are not enjoying this?"

"No, no, I am, it's just…"

"Just what?"

"We're evil."

"…and?"

"And evil's not supposed to…y'know, do cutesy-stuff like this. I'm not saying I don't like it, it's just…not what I expected."

A scoff. "Spicer, being evil isn't about constantly reducing areas to rubble and breaking the common human spirit. There's room for nice things."

"Oh, c'mon, Chase, I know that, but cuddling seems so sweet and…it doesn't really fit under our description."

"Jack, sex and love are natural things for all creatures to experience. How they choose to do those private things is their business. It should have nothing to do with what they associate themselves with. A couple who was on the side of good could be out there having the kinkiest sex imaginable while the two of us are curled up together under the covers."

There was a long moment of silence. "But wouldn't something like this ruin your reputation if it got out?"

"Heh, I don't think my status as a skilled warrior would be shattered if someone discovered I like to snuggle with my lover on cold nights."

Jack hummed to himself, gently smiling at the thought. "I guess…do all evil couples do this?"

"It depends what kind of relationship they have, I suppose. If they are business partners, there is a good chance they would not."

"Fuck-buddies, right?"

Chase gave a groan. "Yes, thank you for that disgusting term. Anyways, if they are in an actual loving relationship like you and I, they most likely do cuddle and snuggle or what have you."

Jack gave another interested hum. "I never would have thought evil liked to cuddle."

He then looked up from his lover's bare chest to gaze into his cat-like golden eyes, smiling cutely. "But I'm not complaining."

"You better not," Chase grumbled, but a smile quirked from one corner of his lips.

39. Kidnap

From inside the dark, rat-infested dungeon, harsh coughing could be heard. If only his stomach didn't feel like a boa constrictor had squeezed it until it popped, the prisoner might have managed to stay quiet.

The captive was bound by chains connected to the walls, bringing his arms up over his head in the stereotypical way that many people were usually constrained in such places. His legs were chained slightly below knee, preventing him from kicking or moving his lower body around.

The prisoner let out another ragged cough, cursing himself for getting caught in the first place. He felt like an idiot and could only imagine how his lover was taking his capture.

There would be hell to pay when he found out.

Suddenly, he saw the door open and a dim light lit the previously dark room. In his new human form, Hannibal Roy Bean stood before his prey, smiling cruelly.

"Enjoying the view?" Bean asked sarcastically before cackling loudly to himself.

"Not particularly," came the reply.

"Aww, now that's too bad," Hannibal teased, showing his ugly yellow teeth as he grinned. "What can I do to make your stay here more pleasurable?"

"…you can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces."

"Whoa! Now, don't you think that's a little bit harsh?" the legume asked, leaning closer until his face was closer to his prisoner. "After all, we're old friends. Aren't we…Young?"

Chase lifted his head up slightly to glare into Hannibal's yellow-red eyes, silently hating the fact that he partly shared his lover's eye color. "We were never friends. You wanted a lackey to do your evil bidding and I wanted power." The warlord smirked as best he could. "Looks like I got the better end of the deal."

Bean scowled for a moment, but it faded quickly. "Well, it seems the tables have turned, haven't they?"

"Not for long," Chase informed him.

"Oh? And what makes you say that?"

"You messed up. You forgot about my most trusted ally."

Hannibal's upper lip curled up into a rather devilish smirk. "One of your little kitty-cats? All drugged! They aren't gonna be gettin' up for weeks! And when they do, they ain't gonna find you. Your scent will be long gone and I've got a mind barrier around here, so you can't use that little trick to get them here, neither."

"I wasn't referring to my warriors."

"Oh, you think Wuya's gonna risk her neck to help you out? That witch would rather—"

"I didn't mean Wuya, either, Hannibal."

The bean paused before glancing back at the dragonlord with a bit of surprise on his face. "You talkin' 'bout girly boy?!" he asked incredulously before laughing. "That little white grub?"

Chase gave him a steely-eyed golden glance. "Yes, Bean. 'That little white grub' happens to be the man I love and we have vowed to always be there for each other."

"Well, isn't that just the sweetest, little thing I ever heard?" Hannibal mocked, bringing his newly developed hands together, clasping them in a girlish motion. "The prince of darkness is waiting for his klutzy Sir Spicer to come rescue him!"

Chase rolled his eyes. "Very droll, Bean. Enjoy your power while it lasts. Soon, I will be the one laughing."

Hannibal gave a scoff. "Do you seriously think someone like him is going to be able to get through my obstacles? He's probably too scared to come anywhere near me."

This time Chase said nothing and after a bit more coughing, he simply smiled. It was a tired smile, but full of confidence.

Bean growled angrily at the man's grin before hissing, "You ain't gettin' outta here, Young! Once I'm ready to take the rest of your power away, I'll leave you for dead!"

"So, you have no idea how to take my power away yet? Quite lazy, Bean, don't you think?"

Just as Hannibal was about to retort, there was an echoing boom from outside.

The legume frowned, glancing in the direction it came from. "What the…?"

Chase smirked at the sound of something else being blasted before glancing back at Bean, now grinning with his teeth showing. "Here he comes…"

Bean frowned at him furiously before rushing out of the room. Chase could not see what was happening, but his ears could pick up everything.

"Who is…-Spicer?!"

"Where is Chase?!"

"You gotta lotta nerve comin' here, boy. If you don't leave right now, I'll—…boy, you better stop pointing that thing at me. I don't know who you think you are, but—"

"My name is Jack O' Lantern Spicer and I'm a super genius with a deadly gun and you stole my boyfriend and I want! Him! Back!"

"Boy, you don't know what you're gettin' into. If you really were a super genius you'd be walkin' out that door right no-OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" The bean turned human suddenly cried as Chase heard a shot ring out. It wasn't a regular gunshot; sounded more like some kind of ray gun.

"I'll ask you again, Bean-brain. Where. Is. Chase?"

"…You'll regret ever tanglin' with Hannibal Roy Bean, you scrawny, little fink!"

There was the sound of running footsteps, something else resembling a scuffle, there was a yell, then another shot, and lastly a thud. There was silence for about a minute before footsteps came back in Chase's direction.

The warlord waited and watched as the door slowly opened. When it was fully open again, Chase smiled. "My darling mate. You came—"

"Do you have any idea how pissed I am right now?!" Jack yelled, stomping over to him and folding his arms furiously.

Chase knew he probably shouldn't be thinking about it, but his lover looked so darn cute when he was angry. "Well—"

"I'll tell you!" Jack shouted as he began to undo the man's chains. "More pissed off that I can even remember!"

As Chase hopped down to the ground in front of Jack, the young man continued yelling. "I mean, really, Chase? You got caught by Bean? The guy who thought turning human would make more people take him seriously despite the fact that everyone still keeps making the Mr. Bean joke?! I mean…" Jack proceeded to make a bunch of violent hand gestures before screaming, "What?!"

"Jack, whatever chemical he used had no odor and I couldn't sense it—"

"Bup, bup, bup!" Jack rattled off, waving his hand in the dragonman's face. "I don't want to hear any excuses. I've been hacking every damn program possible, lookin' all over for your ass and I find out this guy kidnapped you? I mean, talk about embarrassing, Chase."

"He hasn't been as active for the past few months—"

"What did I say about making excuses?" Jack growled coldly. "Do you realize—I mean, can you even comprehend what I went through to get here?"

"I'm sure you worked very—"

"No, I don't think you understand!" Jack shouted. "You have no idea how worried I was about you and I had to find you all on my own! Wuya's off on the other side of the world doing God knows what, your warriors all got knocked out, and I had to miss my cousin Julia's wedding, so now my mom's gonna be all pissed off at me!"

Chase opened his mouth to say something, but thought better and shut it, instead casting his face down to the ground, still coughing a bit from Bean's earlier blows to his stomach.

Jack huffed at him, turned around, and began to walk out. "Oh, and watch your step walking out. Hannibal's kinda…all over the place."

The warlord's head shot up in astonishment at what was implied, but he soon smiled. He walked out of the dungeon, following his lover as they headed for home.

40. Switch

Chase yawned loudly as he stretched his arms up high over his head before making his way back into the bedroom that he and Jack had shared for over ten years. He smiled at the sight of his lover…sitting on the right side of the mattress.

The smile disappeared immediately from the man's face as he stalked closer. "What is this?"

Jack glanced up from his novel. "What?"

"Why are you sitting on this side?"

The redhead gave a cute shrug. "I dunno, just thought it might be nice to change things up a bit."

Chase then gave him a look. His slightly widened and he clenched his jaw a bit, breathing deeply. After a moment, he asked, "What, did you read something? Is this something that's been bothering you? I mean, you always sleep on the left side."

"No, no," Jack said with a gentle smile, shaking his head a bit. "I don't always sleep over there. Sometimes after we—"

"Alright, maybe then," Chase conceded, "But that's only on the rare occurrences when I'm too tired afterwards to shift over."

Jack rolled his eyes at his lover before pulling back the bed covers on the other side and patting the spot invitingly. "Come on. Live on the edge."

The dragonman sighed with annoyance as he walked around the bed and sat down. He slowly laid down, pulling the covers over him and glancing around suspiciously.

"Babe, it's safe. I've slept there."

Chase sneered at him. "It's not like I think it's infected or anything like that. It's just…strange over here."

Jack sighed, giving the warlord a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight, baby," he said before shutting off the lights and turning over in bed.

About a minute of silence went by and just as Jack began to drift to sleep, he heard Chase ask, "How's the sun?"

The tech genius opened one eye and turned around a bit, making out the dragonlord's outline in the darkness. "Excuse me?"

"I mean, does the light hit you gently as you awaken or is it more of a bright, shocking burst of day?"

"…it's the same thing as here, only there," Jack answered with a tolerating smile before turning over again.

"I just like to know what I'm getting myself into," Chase commented aloud, folding his hands over his chest. "'Be prepared', that's my motto…do you have a motto, Jack?"

"Never marry anyone more neurotic that yourself. Go to sleep."

The Chinese man scoffed loudly. "Sleep. I would be on Cloud 9 already if you hadn't thrown me this curveball. I mean, we've been sleeping on our separate sides for years now and you never made such a big fuss over it before. It's such a peculiar thing to address and I honestly don't even know why it needs to be addressed now of all times—"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Jack suddenly shouted as he literally moved over Chase in bed, allowing them to switch sides.

Once they were settled again, Chase continued to mutter, "You see? There's a right way and a wrong way."

His lover made a huffing noise, but seemed to concede his defeat. "There," he said, getting comfy back in his original spot. "Happy now?"

"…wait, this is not my pillow."

"Oh, grow up," Jack growled, hitting him in the head with his pillow before turning around and falling asleep.

A/N: I haven't updated this...*checks calender*...HOLY MOLY, almost half a year?! *faints*

Mouth: Honestly, the only reason for this is because I've been dying to use the line, "Put that mouth to better use." That's literally the whole reason that this even exists.

Homework: Submitted word by PomegranateKingdom on DeviantArt. I was torn between having Chase distract him from his homework or epically fail at helping him out. So, I settled on this. This is basically me in my medical classes at my school. Finding the answers for homework in the textbooks can be an absolute nightmare. Oh, and Jack is very bad at picking up sexual hints. Poor Chase. *moment of silence* OKAY, MOVING ON!

Cuddle: This idea came from Rail-way's comic on her nsfw blog on tumblr where she takes the headcanon on how evil people, especially Chase, don't cuddle. It really depressed me (as it was meant to), so I really wanted to write this under the headcanon that Chase basically doesn't give a crap about not being 'badass evil' 24/7 and he'll cuddle with whoever he wants to. So, yeah, Chase is nicer in this. Hooray for nice Chase! *happy stupid face*

Kidnap: ...and this is why Chase doesn't get kidnapped very often. Because when he does...shit gets real and Jack kicks some major ass.

Switch: This joke comes from the show that the prompt 'Noise' came from. I'm still not gonna say what show, but I will say that it's from an American sitcom that aired in the 90's. All I'm sayin'. And yes, I love making Chase throw hissy fits over stupid things. I like imagining most of this scene with them in little chibi forms. :heart: