30 Day OTP Challenge-Day Twenty

Dancing

Chase strode gracefully into his throne room, his hands clasped behind his back.

The citadel seemed so quiet today. The warriors were mostly snoozing (when they should have been guarding), the Xiaolin had no reason to attack at the present time, and any fellow Heylin were occupied with their own personal business.

That only left Jack…

Chase hadn't seen his consort since breakfast when the red-head mumbled something about a project he needed to finish before scurrying off to his lab that was located somewhere in the castle.

Normally, Chase loved silence. It allowed him to properly gather his thoughts so that he could have plenty of time to think and reflect. He would usually be interrupted by Jack whenever he was working, training, or simply reflecting. If he dismissed Jack, the mechanic would obey, but would be very solemn for the rest of the evening, so the time for reflecting would normally have to be put on hold.

A melancholy consort was not a good sight to see, after all.

However, as the day wore on, the warlord began to feel more and more restless. He briefly considered checking in on his mate, but discarded the thought. Even though they did love each other and were in a serious relationship, both needed time to themselves every now and again.

Chase stood in the middle of his throne room, trying to figure out what to do to pass the time. He'd already trained, mediated, read, ate, checked the borders, followed up on his warriors, checked in on the monks and other members of the Heylin circle, etc.

He sighed lightly, folding his arms. Then, he shut his eyes and began to hum an ancient Chinese folk song that he'd always enjoyed as a child. As he hummed low in his throat, he began to sway ever so slowly from side-to-side, picturing a group of musicians playing all the instruments needed for the lovely tune. In his mind's eye, he recalled a sight of the royals all dancing together when he and the other Xiaolin warriors were asked to come to a regal dance for security reasons.

He didn't dance that night, since A) No one had asked him, B) He tried to ask a few others to, but they'd rudely declined, and C) He didn't really know how to dance back then.

"Probably would've royally embarrassed myself," Chase thought idly to himself as he still swayed.

It occurred to him that after all these years, he now knew how the dance went, but he'd never really tried to actually dance to it himself. Feeling a bit foolish, he subconsciously lifted his arms and pretended as though he were dancing the ancient dance with a partner.

As expected, he pictured his lover, Jack Spicer.

He imagined the youth smiling happily at him as they danced, keeping a tight grip onto his hands, so that he didn't trip. His lover was still a hopeless klutz, after all.

Without opening his eyes, the overlord danced around his throne room, in the back of his mind dreadfully glad that no one was watching. He sincerely doubted he would ever be able to live this down if someone caught him-

"May I cut in?"

Instantly, the dragonman opened his eyes, whirled around, and spotted his mate leaning against one of the pillars with a cocky grin on his face. Chase straightened himself up and narrowed his eyes at the goth. "It's very rude not to announce yourself."

"I thought you knew I was standing here," Jack responded honestly.

Chase cleared his throat. He was a little shocked that he hadn't sensed his lover's presence. Had he been so lost in his thoughts? Or was Jack getting sneakier?

Either way, Jack had spotted him and the overlord felt a little embarrassed at being caught. Luckily, having much practice with concealing his emotions, Chase merely arched an eyebrow and asked, "Did you finish your little project?"

"Mm-hmm," the evil genius answered as he nodded. "All done and shipped off to the USA."

The dragonlord furrowed his brow. "What business do you have there?"

"My cousin Megan wanted me to build her this machine that could help keep her tight schedule in order."

"And you willingly made such a device for her?" Chase questioned in amazement.

"I did, but for a price," Jack answered smugly.

"What would you need with money? I have plenty and you just inherited millions from your parents after their deaths last year."

"True, but I didn't say anything about money," the goth explained, moving further into the room. "I wanted to find out about any secret competitors in the water works. Since Megan works for that detective agency, she found at least twenty different people who are trying to sell their own stock, but now that I have their information, I can take them out before they even try to make a name for themselves."

Chase grinned, revealing his sharp fangs. "Very good, Jack. Striking your opponents before they even have a chance to go up against you. Quite ruthless."

Jack beamed at the compliment and curled his arms around the man's neck once they were close enough. "Glad you approve. After all, I learned from the best."

The two Heylin smiled fondly at one another before Jack inquired, "By the way, you didn't answer my earlier question."

"Heh, I was hoping you would forget," Chase admitted, but still grinned at the young man.

"What were you dancing to, anyways?"

"An old Chinese dance," the elder man answered. "I never received an opportunity to dance with a partner."

Jack smirked and stepped backward, holding his hand out. "Well then, may I have this dance?"

"I'd be delighted, young man," Chase said with a grin. "However, I'm afraid we have no music to dance to."

"Damn, if only we had a mystical warlord who could cast any spell with a flick of his wrist," Jack said as he shook his head with false disappointment.

The dragonman rolled his eyes as he remembered the lovely music and soon the room was magically filled with the harmonious song. Jack blinked and took a moment to listen before he held out his hand again in offering. Chase took ahold of the teen's lily-white hand, pulled him close until they were in the correct position, and slowly began to teach him the steps.

After a few minutes of dancing, Jack finally stopped tripping over his own feet and was soon twirling around the throne room with his master.

"You're a wonderful dancer, sir," Jack stated with a toothy grin. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind escorting me back to my home this fine evening?"

"My apologies," Chase said with a smirk, "But I'm afraid I'm taken."

"What a shame," the red-head pouted. "By who, may I ask?"

"A strange, young man," Chase replied, noticing how the youth narrowed his eyes, "But a beautiful sight to see."

"Beautiful? How beautiful?"

"His skin is as white as freshly-fallen snow and his ruby eyes are like that of a mischievous demon. It as though the gods created such a rare beauty for me and only me."

"Hmm, you speak so highly of this man, yet you are not with him tonight!" Jack challenged him.

At this point, the dance came to a part where Chase pulled his mate very close until their noses were touching. "But I am."

With a tiny blush, Jack smiled and kissed his master on the lips as the pleasant music continued to sound throughout the citadel.