A Dragon's Whimsies
Jack was terribly confused.
The source of his confusion was his idol and longtime crush, Chase Young, which, by itself, was not too out of the ordinary.
However, it became
out of the ordinary upon the specific consideration of the actions by
said dragonlord that had the genius confused in the first place.
It
all began somewhere upwards of a month or two ago. Jack had been
returning from an absence in the Xiaolin-Heylin circle that he had
taken because of the horrid and embarrassing effects puberty had begun
to wreak upon his body.
Of course, he had already entered
puberty when he’d become involved in the mystical mess that surrounded
the Shen Gong Wu, but it hadn’t really…done much to him. The albino had
found out that the real flood of hormones had merely been
delayed a year or so when, upon reaching sixteen years of age, he was
struck down with severe acne, startling growth spurts, and several
other typical puberty-related afflictions.
He always had been something of a late bloomer.
Perhaps it’d been a bit melodramatic to do so, but Jack had gone into hiding, of a sort. Both the monks and whatever ‘allies’ he had on the Heylin side already
mocked him mercilessly; how much worse would it have gotten had he
begun to show up to Showdowns looking like a greasy, pizza-faced tree?
He hadn’t wanted to find out. He didn’t feel he could take the juvenile teasing.
Conveniently,
his parents had announced that they would be making their mansion in
Germany their main home from now on, and that Jack was still welcome to
remain in the mansion in China should he wish, but that they would
prefer him to move to Stuttgart with them (‘with them’ being a relative
phrase, as they naturally intended to never be home, but they would be
keeping their favorite stuff in the German mansion instead of the
Chinese one).
Jack, wanting to be nowhere near his
enemies and tentative allies looking as he looked, had agreed. Besides,
the time in Germany would give him an excuse to visit Nana Spicer, the
ex-Nazi woman that’d first steered him towards the path of Evil and had
most largely raised him in the stead of his MIA parents.
The
time in Stuttgart had done him good. Nana had made it her official
business to take the teenage genius under her wing and train him past
the childish notions of Evil he’d had before and into real
Evil. Like a drill-instructor, the octogenarian woman had taught him in
a myriad of matters, which included, but weren’t limited to combat,
weapons-usage, torture, and even flat-out murder.
Some might
call her a crazy, demented old bat, but Jack called her a great fucking
mentor, not to mention the only one that would actually teach
him (the Heylin side could bitch, complain, and mock his incompetence
all they wanted, but would any of them consent to pushing him past it
and helping him to learn anything? The answer was a resounding, ‘Hell
no’).
The training sharpened his mind and body and allowed him
to feel comfortable in his own skin as an Evil genius as opposed to the
wishy-washy insecurity of his younger days, not to mention the fact of
the physical activity allowing him an outlet for the flood of
testosterone that had overwhelmed him.
Moving past the acne and
the awkward growth-spurts, at nineteen years of age, Jack boasted an
impressive height of seven feet and two inches (‘freakishly tall’ ran
in the family) with limbs that were long and elegant instead of
graceless and gangly. His body was nicely-muscled and overall
well-defined in a sleek, compact sort of build, and his face nicely
added to the attractiveness it provided. The goth had officially lost
any and all traces of baby-fat that still lingered, giving him a firm,
masculine set of the jaw along with allowing him to pleasingly grow
into his features.
He had become quite popular amongst the Deutsch meine Damen:
it seemed that all it took to get them swooning and fawning over him
was one glimpse of his handsome face and flawless, white complexion; a
half-grin and a ruby-eyed wink if he wanted a few to squeal.
It
was around then that Nana officially declared his training finished and
suggested he go back to China to test out his new skills, or if nothing
else, then simply to rub the fact of his maturation in the faces of
those that’d mocked him.
This Jack found a capital idea and,
giving his thanks to his father’s mother for all she’d done, he packed
up his things and returned to the mansion in Chongqing.
The
first Showdown he’d attended back in China was like a dream. He
remembered so clearly how the monks had stared at him as if he were
some sort of alien before asking who he was. Kimiko had asked,
specifically; the fact that she was asking with dreamy eyes and
near-drooling only made it better to firmly and confidently inform,
“I’m Jack Spicer, Evil genius. Don’t tell me you forgot me already?”
The looks on their faces were beautiful,
and things only got better when the actual Showdown began and he
whooped their asses in a four-on-one physical fight, then proceeding to
shoot Wuya in the foot with a concealed pistol when she appeared and
attempted to seduce the Wu he’d won from him.
Jack was strong, intimidating, victorious, and cool in that Showdown, just as he’d always wanted to be, and he doubted he’d ever felt better about himself in his life.
And
then…the second Showdown since his return had happened, and so began
the Chase Young-induced confusion. Jack had gotten there before the
monks, and so had easily taken the Wu for his own.
That was when Chase had shown up.
The
man looked at him long and hard before declaring that he wouldn’t have
believed it had he not seen it for himself. Apparently, Wuya had
relayed the previous Showdown to him in detail and, of the things that
he found unbelievable, one of them was that the albino had grown up
handsome.
Jack had been tempted to blush and squeal like a woman
at such a compliment from the overlord, but he’d admirably held himself
in check and thanked Chase, instead. This, of course, brought up the
topic of the goth’s newfound maturity, and eventually, the two men got
to talking about just what Jack had been up to during his three-year
absence.
It was both strange and exhilarating all at once to be
having an actual conversation with his idol, and Jack had adored every
minute of it.
Then, of course, the monks had to show up and ruin it.
They
saw Jack holding the newly-activated Shen Gong Wu and didn’t even ask
questions: they simply launched themselves at the young man, attacking
him immediately.
Nana had trained him quite well back in
Stuttgart, and naturally, he had been thoroughly prepared for
situations in which he was thrown into combat with multiple enemies and with no warning.
He
fended them off with his skills for awhile (one-handed, might he
proudly add, with the Wu in his right), and then, just as he’d been
reaching for his concealed pistol to end it, Chase had intervened on
his behalf.
As it turned out, Evil, immortal overlords don’t
really like it when their conversations are interrupted by impudent
brats picking stupid fights.
In any case, the man had turned
dragon and lunged at the monks, fangs bared in a snarl as he roared
hatred at the Xiaolin. Obviously, they were soon fleeing in terror from
the just-shy-of-a-solid-ton of claws, scales and teeth that was angry with them.
This
done and the monks gone, the beast had reared up on its hind-legs,
clearly intent on returning to human form. It took a slight whiff of
the air…
…and froze utterly.
Chase, in his reptilian
body, had sniffed for a few more moments; dropping to all fours once
more in order to better investigate whatever it smelled. Soon enough,
he judged that Jack was the source of the interesting scent and
prowled closer to the young man, snuffling about his legs and feet like
a bloodhound on a trail.
This was about where the weird part began.
The dragonlord’s long, snake-like tongue had flicked out at him several times, as if tasting the air around the goth.
Whatever
it was that the air around Jack tasted like appeared to please the
beast, and he made an odd sort of purring noise in the back of his
throat, cocking his scaled head upwards to fix golden eyes with slit
pupils upon the redheaded youth.
Jack was unnerved at this
point, even despite the fact that he considered his cowardice to be a
thing of the past. Then again…in the face of a dragon such as Chase, an
apex-predator that, unlike most predators, was not a mindless animal
and had the ability of cognitive thought; to think and strategize…
Even the bravest of soldiers or marines or what-have-you would’ve done precisely what the albino did: run.
Well…he didn’t so much run, as that likely would’ve engaged Chase’s predatory instincts and made him dragon-food, but he did
hurriedly excuse himself and slowly inch away. The lizard followed him
curiously for a few steps before the genius got the message that no
matter how far he walked, Chase was not about to stay put and let him
go away, upon which realization he activated his tried and true
helipack and instead flew away.
Upon arriving home at
the mansion, Jack had hidden his Wu away where no breaking-and-entering
monks would find it and then went off to contemplate that strange
business with Chase.
Why had he licked at him like that? Why had he been fascinated with his scent? Why had he seemed so…fixated on him?
No
matter how hard the genius thought, he could turn up no answers and had
decided to dismiss it; pretending it’d never happened with the
knowledge that it would likely never happen again.
Unfortunately, Chase’s strange behavior did not, in fact, cease after that incident.
Some
manner of hours later, just as night was beginning to fall, Jack heard
noises coming from outside his mansion. Curious and perhaps just a bit
nervous, the goth went to the window and threw open the curtains.
There,
in the garden his bedroom overlooked, was Chase, still dragon-formed
and roaring wordlessly up at the window. The roaring stopped the moment
the youth parted the curtains, and for a few long-long moments, the
reptile stared blankly up at him, not moving or making a sound.
After awhile of this, with Jack becoming more unnerved by the second, Chase tilted his head as if confused.
The
genius had no idea what the dragonlord wanted or what he was doing here
and, in his lack of knowing anything better to do, he raised his hand
and waved stiffly, offering an unheard, ‘hi’ from behind the glass pane.
For
some reason, this seemed to be what Chase had wanted, for his head
perked and his tail began wagging back and forth slowly like a pleased
dog before he stalked out of the garden altogether.
Jack had been relieved…until he went downstairs moments later to watch some TV and heard gentle scratching at the front door.
Knowing
there was no one other than Chase who could be scratching and being a
good deal more than simply anxious and annoyed at that point, the
albino had given the frustrated call of, “Go away!”
The scratching had paused, almost uncertainly, and then one more hesitant scratch upon the door was made.
Jack
had asserted, “No, Chase, go away!” and, though he felt very much like
a pet owner yelling at an animal who’d just been let outside and yet
already wanted in again, it had worked: the scratching stopped, and
Chase had gone away.
The youth had wondered afterwards why the
dragonlord hadn’t simply come in, anyways. His claws were sharp enough
to cut through the door; his form was powerful enough to break it
down…and yet, when Jack had told him ‘no,’ he’d gone away.
This,
like the prior incident, was put out of the goth’s mind and forgotten,
allowing him to go about the rest of his night in peace.
Things had been fine for some time, and no further incident had occurred.
Or, at least it was fine until the next Showdown the Evil genius attended.
At
this particular mystical match, the Xiaolin had arrived there first and
gotten the Wu. Jack had come mere moments later, and the monks had
attempted to trash-talk him about not winning the Shen Gong Wu and how,
now that it was in their righteous hands, he never would be getting it.
The goth had been in mid-retort about how he would get it when he was abruptly pounced upon and tackled to the ground by something hard and fast.
Upon regaining the breath that’d been knocked out of him, Jack realized it was Chase he was pinned under and began to struggle when he glanced towards the sky and saw the monks smugly flying off with the Wu.
His efforts, unfortunately, proved useless: Chase, even out
of dragon-form as he was, happened to be stronger than he was and
heavier what with the weight of his armor, and so despite the frantic
fighting and squirming, the youth could not free himself.
Realizing
this, he’d attempted to reason with the overlord as he was manhandled
from his back to his belly, even as he kicked and wriggled within the
powerful arms that felt like steel-bands. “Chase,” he’d frantically
begged, “lemme go, they’re getting away!”
Chase, for his
part, acted as if he hadn’t even heard the pleading words and finally
succeeded in rolling the albino all the way over, then proceeding to
hold him tightly to the ground without a word.
Jack had realized
quite abruptly the suggestiveness of their position and had flushed a
very delicate pink; struggling a little more. “Chase,” he’d whined in a
slightly more subdued voice, “get off…It feels like…Just get off…”
The
overlord paid no heed to the request and yanked Jack’s arms out in
front of him, catching the teen’s booted ankles with his own and
pulling his legs straight, as well.
This rendered Jack entirely helpless, and while it was a very vulnerable and frightening position to be in knowing it was Chase Young putting you in it…nothing happened.
With
the goth’s struggling effectively stemmed at the source, the elder man
simply held Jack where he was and pressed him dominantly into the
ground.
The teen had finally begun to calm down at this
realization, his pulse slowing and his breaths growing deeper in his
uneasy relaxation…and then, Chase’s behavior had grown even weirder.
The
dragonlord gently rested his chin on the goth’s head, breathing in the
scent of the youth’s shampoo before just…rubbing his jaw amidst the
soft nest of red hair.
Jack meeped at the odd sensation due to startlement, but a soft growl from Chase nipped this in the bud quickly.
Admittedly, it was weird, and Jack was soundly freaked out by the action, but…he couldn’t deny that it felt at least a little nice; that the strange nuzzling conveyed something almost like affection that was unendingly pleasant to feel.
Having
no words to say to his idol and crush, the albino simply relaxed and
allowed the man to do as he wished to him, which he then proceeded to
do for a good twenty minutes.
Afterwards, Chase simply stood,
allowing Jack to get to his feet, as well. The man glanced at him,
nodded curtly, and was then gone, leaving the genius all by himself as
he pondered, ‘WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?’
Like before,
absolutely no answers came, and so, feeling weird and confused, Jack
simply went home, intending to put the whole incident out of his mind
again.
Unfortunately, once more, things got weirder.
It
was sometime in the middle of the Chinese summer-heat when the next
incident occurred. Due to his terrible luck, the air-conditioning in
the mansion just ‘happened’ to break down, and in the forty minutes it
had already taken his bots to begin work on fixing the thing (they’d
informed him it would be a difficult job, as it looked as if it’d been
clawed to pieces by a monster of some kind), the entire home had become
something of a sauna.
Though he was extremely suspicious, he
really had no choice, and the albino donned an old, black pair of swim
trunks, grabbed a towel, and headed towards the indoor swimming pool.
He
wasn’t too surprised to walk in and find Chase already there, gliding
through the water skillfully in his alligator-like body.
“What the fuck are you doing in my pool, Chase?” the goth had demanded.
Chase
poked his head a bit out of the water, looking very much like an
alligator, indeed, as he inspected the intruder’s appearance and
offered a pretty-sounding trill in approval of it.
Jack
correctly took it to be admiration of his physical form in the
just-a-pinch-too-tight swimming shorts and blushed, wrapping the towel
he’d brought with him around himself in the way a woman would wear it
so as to conceal as much of him as possible.
Chase had not liked
this, and the scaly beast appeared to frown before dipping further
beneath the water. His head and tail remained above the surface, but
his midsection sunk down as he arched his back and then…well, he
must’ve done something, because the water directly above his back began to sprinkle upwards in a beautiful display.
The
goth was captivated by it; the little droplets of water that sprung up
and danced in the air for a brief-brief moment before falling back down
to rejoin the rest of the pool-water. It was lovely…
…but Jack really didn’t have time for this sort of thing right now.
He
started to speak, half-asking, “What are you…” only to cut off and
decide, “No. Just…no. I can’t deal with…whatever the hell you’re doing
right now, Chase. It’s way too hot. I’m going to a public pool or
something.”
And with that, the teen had turned and left the pool
area, ignoring the noise of the pretty trill that sounded behind him,
obviously meant to coax him back for a swim.
When he’d returned
home, his bots had told him that the air-conditioner was repaired and,
with a quick check to some of the security cameras, Jack was confident
that there was no longer a humanoid dragon swimming around in his pool.
There
had been about a month of nothing after that: no Chase stalking him or
scratching at his door, no Chase at any Showdowns, and no Chase pinning
him down to anything.
Jack had thought whatever the hell was up with the everlord was over.
He was wrong.
The next and, to date, the last encounter with the man had occurred last night.
Jack
was tired: it’d been a long day of multiple Showdowns (the last two or
three he’d lost due to exhaustion), and feeling justified in doing so,
he crawled upstairs to bed and flopped down onto the mattress, flicking
off the lights with a snap of his fingers. He didn’t even bother
undressing himself or getting under the covers: he was only interested
in sleeping.
That was when Chase had made his presence in the
room known, straddling the youth’s waist and lying atop him; mimicking
their positions from that one mid-Showdown encounter.
The goth
tensed immediately, coming half-awake and going to struggle. Chase had
put a stop to that by pressing the younger man firmly to the mattress
and once more stretching Jack’s body into the vulnerable position.
Too tired to even want to bother, the youth hadn’t, and had gone limp in the overlord’s grasp.
A
pleased hum sounded from the dragonlord and he’d bent, once more
rubbing his jaw into Jack’s red hair, but this time, there was more.
One of Chase’s hands released itself from holding slender, white
wrists; one hand being sufficient to do the job of keeping them
together.
It traveled down to the goth’s back and scratched.
The goth grunted at the hardness of the scratch, feeling somewhat
painful even through the leather of his trench coat. Gauging the
reaction he received with that amount of pressure, Chase adjusted his
next scratch so that Jack could still feel it through his clothing, but
without pain.
This scratch was nice, and the youth sighed, the feeling pleasant to his tired, aching body.
The
scratching continued rhythmically, syncing up perfectly with the
chin-nuzzling, and the goth found himself utterly melting at how good it felt to be touched and fawned over as exhausted as he was.
The nuzzling had stopped abruptly, and just as Jack offered a groan of protest, a warm tongue swiped across his cheek.
He
had tensed, as is the natural human response to an unwarranted lick,
but he soon relaxed as the back-scratching resumed. Even when Chase
licked him once more and then again, Jack remained relaxed, deciding
the scratching was much too nice to be upset or grossed out over the
licking.
Eventually, the combination of his hard day and the
pleasant treatment from his idol and crush relaxed him to the point
that his sleepiness was overwhelming: he drifted off right there, with
a wicked, immortal dragonlord that had been acting somewhat unstable
for the past month or so on top of him.
Jack had woken up the next morning, stripped down to his underwear and tucked into bed.
Confused
and disoriented to the point that he refused to go through all
this…whatever-the-hell-Chase-was-doing without any knowledge, he turned
to the internet for answers.
A frown on his face and
determination in his eyes, the genius typed in the URL of a search
engine and then a list of all the strange behaviors Chase had been
exhibiting lately.
The very first link on the page boasted of containing all of those things, and so the young man clicked it and began reading.
What he saw…was shocking.
The site that contained all of these behaviors claimed to be an internet-database of…lizard mating behaviors!
It
described the very first incident, of tongue-flicking, as a technique
used by male Komodo dragons to gain information about a female’s
receptivity. It described roaring as a method used by alligators to
attract mates, and…it even spoke of circumduction, a wave of a foreleg,
to mean submission to a superior in bearded dragons.
So…in the
beginning of all this, when Chase had sniffed at the air and then
flicked his tongue out at the albino…he was smelling the scent of a
potential adult mate and then checking said potential mate for
receptivity. And when Chase had followed the genius home…he had roared
at the window to attract a mate, and Jack had appeared, and then…he’d submitted to the dragonlord by waving.
That
would explain why Chase had come to the door then, and why he’d left
after being told ‘no.’ Jack remembered overhearing the elder man
denouncing rape as a disgusting crime to Wuya, so it would make sense
that he would be highly against engaging in it himself; despite the
apparently conflicting signals Jack had given him.
The youth
continued reading and discovered that in Mangrove Monitor Lizards, a
characteristic of courting exhibited by males involved showing both
physical and behavioral control over the female. That would explain the
‘holding him down’ thing…
The water display, as well, was
apparently an American alligator-trick used for wooing females, called
‘water dancing.’ While a male partially-submerged himself, he used
something called infrasound, which was too low for humans to hear, to
vibrate the water just above his back so that it would come sprinkling
upwards in that pretty way and attract a mate.
There was even record of the licking and back-scratching on the site, under additional Komodo courtship behaviors!
His
genius brain taking quite awhile to process the whole thing, Jack
closed the open window he had along with his laptop, placing it on his
desk. He sat in his computer chair for a long, long moment, thinking over everything he’d just learned side-by-side with Chase’s odd behavior for the past two months.
So, he thought slowly, logically, Chase is courting me. Chase wants to…mate with me.
This
knowledge finally seemed to hit him, and softly, Jack muttered, “…oh…”
before sliding out of his chair and into a dead faint.
~~~~~~~~ Back to Xiaolin Showdown ~~~~~~~~