This final chapter contains male/male scenes that are very much NC-17.
If you like this, and I don't see why you would read the entire story if you didn't, then bon apetit!
If you don't like this,go away quietly.
"So if this was the dancing, what was dinner going to be like?" Jack teased, limp as a gutted fish against Chase's chest.
"I was going to teleport us to Tokyo, have you bathed, stripped and bound, then eat sushi off of your naked stomach," the dragon lord answered, sighing wistfully.
He could still taste the fresh gohan. Chase had even dug around until he had found a set of kimono, hakama, tabi and zori and had left them all wrapped neatly for quick retrieval so he could get the full flavor of the experience. Such was not to be, now.
"Oh my God, that's hot." Jack growled.
Chase muttered something that might have an agreement as he carried the helpless teen into his bedroom. Phooka's shot had paralyzed the teen, but Spicer's mouth was still fully functional. At this point, Chase would have preferred silence. His evening ruined, the dragon lord was now in the mood for a good grump.
"There's always next weekend." Jack said hopefully.
Chase snorted, depositing Spicer on the bed. He began to undress the paralyzed youth, cursing at the ruined plans for the night.
"Chase?"
"What is it?" The evil lord growled, starting to feel testy at having been cheated out of his romantic evening.
"I had fun tonight."
"Spicer, you're either lying or mocking me. Neither pleases me at the moment."
"I'm not teasing."
"You find nearly being eaten by a jealous fairy and paralyzed with elf-shot, then dumped half-naked in the Xiaolin Temple amusing?" Chase asked.
He had finished unbuckling and unstrapping the complicated boots and set them on the floor by the bed.
"Well, maybe not that part. But before, when I was all dolled up and dancing for you, showing off for you; being your treasure," Jack practically purred the last phrase. "That was such a blast. And now I'm really sorry we didn't get to the sushi. Let's do it again, soon!"
"I was using you as bait for sexual predators." Chase snapped, determined not to end the night on an upbeat note. "There were two I was sure were going to try to steal you away and when they did, I was going to beat them to death."
There was a long pause.
"You were?"
"Mmm." Chase had moved up to Spicer's trousers and was dragging the tight things off of the limp youth.
"You're so evil!" Jack breathed giddily. "Oh, you should have told me! I would have been more of a tease!"
Chase rubbed his forehead. Sometimes Spicer's inability to be truly evil himself made the dragon lord forget that the albino genius did love it when Chase showed his cruel side.
"I'm sorry the rest of the night got ruined because I got hit with elf-shot," Jack said sadly. "You can still have sex with me if you want."
Chase paused in the act of unbuckling the straps that wrapped around the albino genius's wrists.
"What did you say?"
"I know I can't move, but I can still feel. We were winding each other up all night before the kelpie showed up. If you want to make love to someone who can't move, I'd love to. You know you can do anything you want with me, Chase." Jack professed, offering himself completely to the evil lord.
Chase continued to stare down into Spicer's ruby eyes. It was true that the pale teen was great piece of ass, though annoying at times and far too giddy to be considered truly evil, but sometimes the sheer depth of Jack's feeling for him frightened Chase in a way he couldn't quite explain.
This one is special.
He had said those very words earlier tonight. Chase knew that Jack loved him. The brash young man said the words ten times a day. Chase got used to brushing it aside and assuming that because Jack said it so much, the words didn't mean anything to him. For a long moment, Chase tried to decide exactly what it was he felt for the porcelain creature reclining helplessly in his bed.
It had been centuries since the dragon lord had been in love.
He tried to remember if this is what it felt like.
Without a word, Chase Young leaned down and kissed Jack Spicer. The youth kissed him back as much as he was able to, given his predicament. When Chase drew back slightly to continue removing Jack's clothing, the goth genius was forced to break off the kiss, giving a slight whimper of frustration.
Chase removed his own clothing in an instant and laid down beside the younger man, lifting Jack's head and cradling it in the crook of his arm. They kissed and kissed and kissed as Chase's free hand removed the last of Jack's attire and leisurely toyed with the nude body.
Chase stroke his hand up and down Jack's slender chest, pausing to tease and rub the youth's nipples. When Spicer was squealing and panting into his mouth, the dragon lord left the pebbled nubs and moved lower, rubbing his broad hand across the pale teen's stomach. He stopped just short of Jack's very hard flesh, teasing and taunting.
Jack whimpered and moaned softly as his lover caressed him. He could feel himself getting hard, even though there was nothing he could do about it.
"Oh Chase, yes." He breathed.
Chase Young paused. The beautiful Chinese everlord lifted away from the mortal youth slightly and just looked at him for a long while.
Jack blinked, staring back into his master's golden gaze. He couldn't quite read the emotion in Chase's eyes; Chase didn't make it a habit to let his expressions show what he was thinking. Jack usually had to go by the rage or amusement or lust he felt radiating from the immortal.
Now, something deep and confused and almost a bit sad looked back at him. Why would Chase be sad? Jack tried the one thing he could do in the circumstances that he was sure would make anyone feel better.
"I love you."
Jack would sure like to hear those words. But if there was one thing had learned in the past few years, it was to hold his dreams in check.
If anything, this made Chase look more confused. He petted his fair lover's crimson hair almost roughly, his lips parting as if he wished to speak. No words were forthcoming. Instead, Chase leaned down and kissed Jack again, this time with a desperation that truly did confuse the youth.
The ancient warrior rolled over to straddle Jack, rubbing his hardening erection against the youth's own tense flesh. Normally, Chase would find Spicer's inability to move incredibly boring, but for some reason he was so turned on he could hardly see straight. Inexplicably, while he was horny as hell, he was also overcome with the strange urge to treat Jack like he was made of glass.
Jack moaned and panted, practically purring his happiness at having the greatest evil villain in history treat him as a sexual being. Not only treat him like he was sexy, but had also called him beautiful on more than one occasion tonight.
Chase knew, even as he heard that beautiful love song moaned into his ear, that frottage was not going to satisfy tonight.
"I want to be inside of you," He growled into one shell-like ear.
"Chase, yes! Take what you want!" Jack panted, egging the evil monster on.
Chase bared his teeth in a snarl, opening wide to bite Spicer's shoulder. Abruptly he stopped. For some reason he couldn't identify, he didn't want to bite. Rather, he didn't want to bite Jack. He wanted to paw and rub and lick the youth and roll around like a cat in heat, but he didn't want to hurt Jack in any way.
It was such an odd sensation that Chase couldn't react to anything for a minute.
Chase tore his body away from Spicer's. With shaking hands, the dragon lord straightened out the sheets next to Jack's body, tearing the pillows away from the headboard and flinging them aside, saving one to place near Jack's hips.
Then, ever-so-gently, the Heylin monster rolled Jack onto his stomach and carefully arranged the youth's arms and head in their usual positions. The remaining pillow he used to prop up Spicer's hips, tilting the teen's read end upwards to be ready for use.
And still something was different.
By now Chase should have been struggling to maintain his human form. His dragon should have been fighting to get out, roaring for satisfaction and threatening rape if it's demands weren't met. Chase realized with a start that his dragon was calm, complacent. It would be satisfied; it knew this and was willing to wait, to take the time to couple gently with it's mate.
My mate?
"Chase?"
Jack couldn't turn his head to see why his lover had paused, but the question was obvious in his voice.
"Spicer . . . Jack, I want to try something new." Chase said, leaning over the youth's still form.
"Okay."
Instant agreement. Instant trust. When was the last time anyone had trusted him so completely? Had anyone ever trusted him so completely? Chase paused to place a series of burning hot kisses down Jack's spine. The youth purred and shivered. Evidentially his body could still manage involuntary reactions.
Quickly, Chase got up to retrieve his lubrication, the knowledge of what he was going to do making him hard. He returned to the bed and began to prepare Jack for their union.
Spicer moaned deliciously at the first touch of the oil between his cheeks. He wished he could arch his hips into the thrust of the first two fingers into his ass. His voice warbled softly as Chase taunted and teased him with gentle thrusts. He could feel his own muscles tightening around the probing digits even though he hadn't ordered them to do so. Apparently it was instinct at this point.
Chase growled approvingly as he pleasured the pale youth with his fingers, touching and probing and stretching. Jack would need it.
The young man in question cried out sharply as Chase skillfully stimulated his prostate even as he added another finger. The albino youth moaned like the wounded. It was so good. Chase was so good. Really, the man was a god of hot sex. Jack was so lucky Chase had chosen him.
"Chase, now, please!" Jack panted.
Chase was up to four fingers now, thrusting in and pulling out rhythmically. Jack's voice was rising in delight; he was getting close to climax.
"Chase, Chase, please!"
"Now, Spicer? You're ready?"
"Yes!"
Growling low in his throat, Chase quickly withdrew his fingers. The dragon lord slathered more lubricant across his stiff cock, then draped himself tenderly over Jack's back.
From Spicer's point of view, all he could see was one large hand fold over his own pale one.
"I won't hurt you." The dragon lord promised.
"I know you-" Jack cut off sharply.
The hand holding his own was changing. The bones crackled as they enlarged, gnarling into fearsome claws. Green scales erupted to cover the dark skin. Along his back, Jack could feel the body covering his own getting broader, longer, and harder. The sheets under his legs twitched as a heavy tail stroked across them further down.
Chase had gone dragon.
"O-oh." Jack said weakly. "Kinky . . ."
"I won't hurt you, Jack. I won't." Chase growled, his voice strange and rippling.
As gently as he could manage, the fell beast pushed his erection into Spicer. The youth let out a musical cry, half fear and half wonder. Chase lowered his head to rest it on Jack's shoulder and began to slake his lust.
Chase Young had never done this in 1,500 years. Even with his lovers that had been strong warriors, he had been too afraid of losing control to allow himself this final step. Even those lovers that had monstrous forms themselves, Chase simply hadn't wanted to.
Sex as a dragon was simply out of reach.
But now this soft, helpless youth had come to him and satisfied him in every way possible and had even managed to tame his dragon enough that Chase would risk coupling this way.
And the beast was gentle.
Chase hadn't expected that. Jack certainly hadn't expected it. But Dragon-Chase dipped and rolled it's hips smoothly, pushing in and drawing out of the tight, hot opening in long, slow strokes. After a few moments of such treatment Jack sighed and relaxed, closing his eyes in bliss. He still shuddered and moaned slightly, but it was soft and sweet, not the way Chase usually made love. He was glad Chase hadn't told him what he planned; Jack would have been too scared to try.
"Chase . . . oh, Chase . . ." Spicer moaned softly. "It's so good . . ."
A low, guttural growl was his answer. Jack felt Dragon-Chase's long, fearsome snout move over beside his head. Jack could just see the rows of razor sharp teeth that still elicited a thrill of fear whenever he saw them. But instead of being bared in a snarl or roar, tonight they were simply teeth. Chase's long, forked tongue slid out from in between them and found its way to Jack's mouth.
The goth genius opened his mouth to welcome Chase's tongue with warm strokes of his own. Chase's reptilian moan rattled through both of their bodies, adding vibration to the set of pleasurable sensations.
"Ahnn! Do 'at a'ain!" Jack managed around the dragon's tongue.
Chase complied eagerly, completely smitten with the way Jack sucked and stroked at his forked tongue as if it were the most wonderful thing in the world. How much sooner could they have tried this? How many times could Chase have experienced this new way of kissing? Jack truly was a genius to have invented such a marvelous thing so quickly.
The albino teenager's voice was starting to rise in delight. Chase reluctantly broke the kiss so that he didn't choke the youth by accident. Spicer whimpered as their bond was broken. The dragon lord licked at Jack's face, trembling with need when the young man extended his own tongue and swiped it across his lover's.
"Chase! Chase! Chase! Chase!" Spicer's words dissolved into a scream of pleasure. His muscles rippled tightly around the shaft buried deep within him as he came hard.
Chase grunted and snarled, feeling his insides liquefy as Jack spasmed around him, massaging him, sucking him in. A roar of triumph ripped from his throat as he joined his lover in orgasm.
Moments later, Chase Young collapsed on top of the finest lover he'd ever had. The finest lover he'd ever had let out a strangled squeak as the breath was forced from his lungs. With a grind and crackle of magic, Chase returned to his human form.
"That only helped a little." Jack wheezed.
Chase couldn't help it; he laughed, shifting his weight up onto his elbows so that the pale youth beneath him could breathe easily. The evil overlord paused to trail kisses across Jack's neck and shoulders, delighted with the young man's reaction to his monstrous form. Spicer twitched and shuddered, still orgasm-sensitive.
Chase withdrew and spooned up behind Spicer, cuddling the tech wizard to his chest.
"You are mine," He whispered in one shell-like ear.
"For the rest of my life," Jack agreed with a smile.
The smile dropped from Chase's face. His Jack was still mortal. He would only live a mere sixty more years; less if he continued his fight against the Xiaolin monks. Chase would only be able to enjoy him for a very brief time.
That was unacceptable.
Without a word, Chase drew away from Jack and got out of bed.
"Chase?"
The warlord gave no indication that he had heard the youth. Instead, he drew on a silk robe, pulled his hair out of the collar and left the bedroom without a backwards glance. Jack frowned. Maybe he was going to take a shower? Chase's hair was still all water-ratty, after all. The warlord couldn't like that.
Jack sighed and let his eyes to drift shut.
He wasn't sure how much later Chase returned to bed, his hair still water-ratty. Spicer allowed the older man to draw him tight against his chest, sighing with happiness. He was all for drifting off again when he felt Chase picking up his left hand. Jack opened his eyes just in time to see the dragon lord slide a silver ring onto his ring finger.
It was a thick ring of antique silver; the main decoration was the head of a Chinese dragon on the top, but the intricate scales and crest were etched into the metal all the way around the band. The dragon's eyes were small rubies, while an enormous diamond represented the mystic 'pearl' on the dragon's forehead.
"This ring will always remain on your finger, Jack Spicer. It will bind you to me and protect you from harm." Chase said quietly. "You are still young yet, Jack. But when I am satisfied with your physical development, I will remove the troublesome burden of your mortality."
Jack's eyes widened. He left off studying the ring to meet Chase's gaze.
"And then you will be with me for all eternity."
"Ch-chase?" Jack asked, his throat starting to rasp. He could feel tears pooling in his eyes.
"I shall never suffer another in my bed. I want you, Jack Spicer. From now until the end of time."
Tears spilled from the large red eyes, streaming down onto the silken sheets.
"I love you, Jack."
Jack Spicer let his head fall forward onto Chase Young's chest and wept with happiness.
The sun was starting to rise when Phooka opened his eyes to see Dry Clean Only standing before him once again, this time with a pair of bolt cutters in his hands. The tortured elf managed a small smile.
"Dry Clean Only! Three wishes, like we agreed?" He gasped out.
"My name is Matthias. You can call me Matty. And no, I don't want your wishes. I have your horn."
The blonde youth started to work on the chain link cords that bound the fairy to the iron girder.
"M-My horn?" The kelpie wheezed.
"Jack said that if I took something of yours it would bind you to me. I went home and looked it up; it doesn't specifically say kelpies, but it works on all other water fairies. I'm guessing it works on you, too, but nobody ever wanted to try it." Matty said conversationally, leaning his weight on a particularly tough bunch of wire.
"You're binding me? But you could have wishes instead; wishes are much better than a bound elf!" Phooka tried.
"Come on, if I've learned anything from movies and TV, it's that wishes only come back to bite you on the ass." Matty paused and winked at Phooka. "I'd much rather have you biting me on the ass."
Around his pain, it took a minute for the kelpie to put together the mortal's words.
"You're taking me as a lover?!"
"Jack was in love with a monster, and they seemed to have a pretty good relationship. Don't worry, I won't stop you from eating people if that's what you need to do. I mean, we can't help the way we're made."
The first chain link cord let go, allowing Phooka to lean away from the bite of the iron.
"You don't even have to worry about giving up your ass; I love being submissive." Matty batted thick lashes at the Pagan Monster from Hell.
"You're gonna be my new daddy!"