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Chase could almost say he'd grown to hate this annual ritual he subjected himself to; the secrecy and the self-restraint it necessitated.
The freezing, winter air howled incessantly outside of the lavish abode, but it didn't much matter within the dark, well-heated bedroom the warlord had found himself in on the same night for the past five years, and his body easily went through the familiar motions with no input from the rest of him.
He silently approached the bedside table and placed the traditional banana nut muffin and single, potted poinsettia beside the alarm clock, resetting said object from 8:00 to noon.
He walked the few feet over to the cluttered desk and cleared a large enough space for the neatly-wrapped, long and rectangular box he had brought with him. This gift was as annual as his visits: it always seemed that the Monkey Staff fell into the hands of the Xiaolin, and it had become the dragon lord's responsibility to consistently return it to its rightful owner.
These things done, Chase divested himself of his armor (as something cold and hard against warm, sleeping flesh was a surefire way to awaken even the deepest of sleepers) and slid beneath the quilted covers of the bed, joining its current inhabitant within the nest of cozy warmth.
His arms automatically moved to pull the only living (if oblivious of it) recipient of Chase Young's kindness close, spooning the thin form against his in something like affection.
"Merry Christmas, Spicer," he said softly. "May you enjoy it tonight, while I need not 'hate' you..." The man then allowed himself to doze off, but only into a light sleep: after all, he still had to leave by dawn, lest the boy discover something like this.
Jack, for his part, was stunned. When he had stayed up late on Christmas Eve, feigning sleep in order to finally figure out who'd been providing his only reason for holiday cheer for the past half-decade, this had definitely not been in his realm of expectations.
Actually, it was far above it, and well into his realm of utmost hopes and dreams.
The goth honestly wanted nothing more than to squeal in elation and give his idol/crush a kiss he'd never forget, but he held himself in check: doing something like that would probably only make Chase leave earlier than he already would, and now that he was actually aware of it being Chase, he'd rather savor this as long as he could.
Knowing from experience that the second the man believed him conscious, he would disappear, the youth kept his movement sluggish and drowsy, as if it was being done in sleep, snuggling happily into the warlord's warm embrace.
Thanks, Chase, Jack smiled to himself in internal reply, merry Christmas to you, too...
The freezing, winter air howled incessantly outside of the lavish abode, but it didn't much matter within the dark, well-heated bedroom the warlord had found himself in on the same night for the past five years, and his body easily went through the familiar motions with no input from the rest of him.
He silently approached the bedside table and placed the traditional banana nut muffin and single, potted poinsettia beside the alarm clock, resetting said object from 8:00 to noon.
He walked the few feet over to the cluttered desk and cleared a large enough space for the neatly-wrapped, long and rectangular box he had brought with him. This gift was as annual as his visits: it always seemed that the Monkey Staff fell into the hands of the Xiaolin, and it had become the dragon lord's responsibility to consistently return it to its rightful owner.
These things done, Chase divested himself of his armor (as something cold and hard against warm, sleeping flesh was a surefire way to awaken even the deepest of sleepers) and slid beneath the quilted covers of the bed, joining its current inhabitant within the nest of cozy warmth.
His arms automatically moved to pull the only living (if oblivious of it) recipient of Chase Young's kindness close, spooning the thin form against his in something like affection.
"Merry Christmas, Spicer," he said softly. "May you enjoy it tonight, while I need not 'hate' you..." The man then allowed himself to doze off, but only into a light sleep: after all, he still had to leave by dawn, lest the boy discover something like this.
Jack, for his part, was stunned. When he had stayed up late on Christmas Eve, feigning sleep in order to finally figure out who'd been providing his only reason for holiday cheer for the past half-decade, this had definitely not been in his realm of expectations.
Actually, it was far above it, and well into his realm of utmost hopes and dreams.
The goth honestly wanted nothing more than to squeal in elation and give his idol/crush a kiss he'd never forget, but he held himself in check: doing something like that would probably only make Chase leave earlier than he already would, and now that he was actually aware of it being Chase, he'd rather savor this as long as he could.
Knowing from experience that the second the man believed him conscious, he would disappear, the youth kept his movement sluggish and drowsy, as if it was being done in sleep, snuggling happily into the warlord's warm embrace.
Thanks, Chase, Jack smiled to himself in internal reply, merry Christmas to you, too...
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Jack wanted to giggle. No, he needed to giggle but he knew that such an action would wake his new lover and end his amusement.
It was the first time he had ever seen the warlord sleep.
Jack had imagined the warlord in sleep more then once, and when he had hed pictured a serene and beautiful man, wrapped in silken sheets breathing slowly and deeply. Hed always imagined a portrait of dark angelic beauty.
Never in all his years would Jack have imagined this.
Chase Young was sprawled gracelessly across the bed, one leg dangling off the edge. The blankets, though silk, were hardly elegantly wrapped but rather haphazardly thrown a
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"Tri-- trick or treat." Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius wheezed as once again, he was flattened into the dirt by the door to Chase Young's lair. The Lord of the mountain stood tall and proud as a lion sat obediently at his feet.
"Spicer, I thought I told you..." The man trailed off as he took in the young form that wobbled to his feet. The youth was dressed in an orange leotard splattered with black stripes that went under furry underwear with a tufted tail at the end. Thick looking tights were on his legs to keep him warm. On his fiery head was a headband with two pointy ears, one quirked to the far left. And to finish the ensemble a collar wi
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Chase waited in the darkened tower. The dragon half waited in cold silence for the tolling of the twelfth hour. He waited through the chimes. When the final echo died from the cold stones of his castle, still he waited.
It is time, he thought to himself. It is time for Jack Spicer to die.
One fiercely-clawed hand moved towards the glass sphere that represented his lovers heart. Just before touching the rosy glass, Chase hesitated.
Perhaps just a bit longer, he murmured to himself. He might have been delayed on the road.
No a harsh voice demanded. He knew the price for breaking h
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Title: Happy Holidays
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. Stated plainly enough for ya'? XD
Warnings: None; 'tis too fluffy to warrant a warning.
So, just a pointless piece of fluffy-fluff that I thought of around the beginning of December and actually got a chance to write today during a Christmas party in one of my classes (my winter break having just started, if one doesn't count the three hours of a sort of elective kinda class that everybody got to choose individually happening tomorrow morning instead of on Wednesday as usual; I don't count it, 'cause in mine, we pretty much just watch movies, and its a total blow-off ).
I was actually going to wait until later to post it, like actual Christmas, and then call it my holiday gift to you guys, but...
Just consider it your early Christmahannukwanzaka solstice present!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. Stated plainly enough for ya'? XD
Warnings: None; 'tis too fluffy to warrant a warning.
So, just a pointless piece of fluffy-fluff that I thought of around the beginning of December and actually got a chance to write today during a Christmas party in one of my classes (my winter break having just started, if one doesn't count the three hours of a sort of elective kinda class that everybody got to choose individually happening tomorrow morning instead of on Wednesday as usual; I don't count it, 'cause in mine, we pretty much just watch movies, and its a total blow-off ).
I was actually going to wait until later to post it, like actual Christmas, and then call it my holiday gift to you guys, but...
Just consider it your early Christmahannukwanzaka solstice present!
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