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Wuya sat in silence, contemplating her current role on the Heylin side and in the universe in general.  It didn't look good.  She had gone from being the world's greatest Heylin sorceress to being the reluctant partner of an incompetent, evil-obsessed teenager, to becoming a servant to Chase Young.  Being Chase's subordinate wouldn't be so bad, but of course he was smart enough to keep her confined to her room most of the time.  Wuya could almost laugh at how far she'd fallen if it didn't make her rage boil over so much.

She used to rule the world!  Now she was essentially a trophy wife for a stuck-up, immortal warrior.  Not that Chase ever even bothered at romance or even showed a glimmer of naughtiness.  He was too obsessed with becoming the perfect warrior for anything else.  World domination wasn't in mind and enjoying charnel pleasures was the furthest thing from his focus.  Not that Wuya was particularly into sexual pleasure or romance or any such nonsense, but her ambitions were dead, she had lost all her powers and was now cooped up in a room most of the time with nothing to do.  It was like being trapped in the puzzle box again, only she could see freedom just out of reach.  A personal hell.

At times like this she missed her on-again, off-again partner in crime; a young red-headed albino with a high opinion of himself as both an evil boy genius and the future ruler of the world.  Wuya rolled her eyes at the memories of his arrogant rants, though she could see through them as a mask for his lack of self-respect and his true low-opinion of himself.  Wuya used the teen only when she was out of other options, but there was a sort of connection between them.  She couldn't deny that.  It was he who released her from the puzzle box, he who had contributed greatly to her defeat, he who had assembled numerous Heylin teams...  The witch blinked at Jack's varied accomplishments, surprised that they were so easily overlooked when compared to his weighty failures.

Jack Spicer was his name, she remembered.  She could never forget, what with how many times he introduced himself pompously, lauding himself for his genius.  Wuya snorted at the memories of Jack's 'genius', namely his army of failure robots.  She saw nothing special in Jack's robots; bringing life to rock and steel was a pretty common magic back in her time and when she still had her powers, she easily made legions of rock golems.  Thinking back, Wuya supposed it was impressive how Jack could create such unique and detailed forms from various materials, give them such complex systems of operation, similar to human organ systems, and all without the use of Heylin magic.  Without any magic, actually.  She growled, trying to push the thoughts from her head.  Why was she thinking of that idiot, anyway?  He always mispronounced her name with an 'uh' sound at the end instead of 'ah'.  And his voice!  How it grinded against her eardrums like sandpaper!

"Hey Wuya!"

Just like that.  Wuya blinked and looked towards her window in disbelief.  No.  No, no, no.

"Jack?" she asked, dumbfounded that the boy she had just been thinking of for nearly an hour would suddenly show up at her window.

"Well, yeah.  Who else would it be?" Jack rolled his eyes, stepping into her room from the windowsill, uninvited.  His hair was combed, for once and he wore a black suit with a red tie.  The make-up, goggles and heli-pack were all still present.

"What's with the fancy attire?" Wuya asked, smirking, "I can't imagine it's for a date."

"Nope." Jack smiled, oblivious to Wuya's insult for a few seconds.  When it finally registered, he scowled but didn't make an effort to retort.  "I've been working at my parent's company for a few years now.  You know, since the last time we lost?"

"As I recall, you assured us that we'd easily beat the Xiaolin Monks if we worked together." Wuya rolled her eyes.

"Hey!  The fact I got all the Heylin together for one final battle is pretty impressive!" Jack shouted, pouting for a little while afterwards.  Wuya continued to smirk at him.

"You know, I forgot how cute you can be when you pout." Wuya confessed.  She immediately wanted to slap herself for saying something so complimentary, but Jack's new look of innocent dumbfoundedness made her want to pinch his cheeks.  She briefly wondered how long she'd gone without any human contact.

"R-really?" Jack asked, suddenly nervous, "You've never called me cute before."

"Well, I've never really seen you as cute before." Wuya shrugged.  She had gone this far and said those things, she might as well keep going.  Honestly, anywhere this conversation led to would be a welcome relief from her current predicament.

"Huh." Jack tugged at the lapels of his suit coat in curiosity, "Must be the suit."  Wuya rolled her eyes yet again and walked over towards Jack, putting a little extra sway into her hips.  Her smirk grew as she saw how Jack noticed her added effort with a blush and mouth agape.

"Pick your chin up off the ground and quit drooling, Jacky." Wuya said seductively.  She noticed that Jack had grown over the years and was roughly her height, maybe even taller.  She also noticed stubble dotting his face, giving a shadow of maturity to his otherwise youthful appearance.  The stubble gave off a red sheen when the light caught it just right.  "You do a terrible job at shaving." she pointed out.

"Blame my razor!" Jack retorted, "It doesn't get close to the skin right."

"Why not use manual razors?" Wuya asked, grabbing Jack's face in one of her flawless hands and stroking his chin.  She liked the gritty feel of the stubble.

"B-because than I'd cut myself." Jack answered, distracted by the sudden physical contact.  This was not what he had been expecting when he slipped out of work to go pay his old friend a visit.

"True," the witch laughed, "you are pretty clumsy."

"Hey!" Jack frowned, snapping out of his daze.  Since when was Wuya so hypnotising anyway?  She was a 1500-year-old hag, last time he checked.  Though, now that he looked her over again he refused to believe it.  There was something about her flawless, caramel skin, her curvy body barely contained in an exotic dress that exposed such wonderful, shapely legs that seemed to go on for miles...

"Jack, you're drooling again." Wuya snapped her fingers, bringing Jack back into focus, "And my eyes are up here."  Jack's eyes quickly shot back from her legs back to Wuya's face and he blushed in embarrassment.  She didn't seem to mind, though.

Jack hadn't finished his... analysis of Wuya's body and now desperately tried to focus on her face.  It was magnificently shaped, incredibly parallel.  Her pointed ears and chin somehow only served to enhance her supernatural beauty.  Her lips were lush and full, concealing sharp teeth that only accented the danger that made Wuya... Wuya.  The most dominating features of her face were her shining, dark green eyes highlighted by exotic facial tattoos.  They shimmered with dark understanding, grim wisdom and dominating power.  Oh, how Jack could drown in her dominating soul, smothered by her scent - like lilacs and blood.  He was suddenly overcome with the desire to be inside her skin, to become one with her.  He couldn't explain it and he merely gulped, realising his plan of focusing on her face suddenly backfiring.

"Jeeze, Jack." Wuya laughed, slightly unnerved by how intently and long Jack had been staring at her, "You're really gazing into my soul there."  Jack shook out of his slack-jawed stare with a heavy blush and turned away from Wuya.

"Um.  I should probably head back to work, now." he said, reaching the windowsill and starting up his heli-pack.

"Wait!" Wuya called out, distraught over his rapid departure for some reason, "You just show up with no invitation and then leave so suddenly?  Not very gentlemanly of you."

"Well, I am supposed to be evil." Jack joked nervously, unsure how to deal with the emotions swirling in his head and not wanting to offend Wuya.  She laughed back, but rather than calming Jack down, her laugh just stirred up a new wave of unfamiliar, intoxicating emotions that made him lightheaded and nauseous.

"Evil is no excuse, Jack." Wuya said.  They looked at each other for a moment and Wuya looked away, struggling with how to word her next sentence, "You're coming back after you get done with your work."  It sounded more like an order than a question.  Jack smiled meekly.

"Y-yeah." he said, "I guess I can swing by here after I'm done with work.  I usually get off around seven, and it's only like a thirty minute flight."

"When you stop by again," Wuya added after eying his body, "wear something more... 'Jack'.  As odd as it seems, a monkey-suit doesn't really suit you."  Wuya winked.  The wink sent fireworks through Jack's body and his eyes widened as a flock of butterflies gusted around his stomach.  He let out a slight giggle before covering his mouth and blushing.  Laughing nervously he attempted to leave again but slipped and fell out of the window.  He caught himself with his heli-pack and headed back to the window, coughing in embarrassment.

"I'll, uh, be sure to do that." Jack smiled meekly, warming up at the sight of Wuya's sultry smile.

"I'll be waiting." she assured him.  Jack quickly turned and left before Wuya had a chance to see his face turn redder than a tomato.
I know I have other things to be working on, but I've been doing this in the background for so long that I actually finished it. Figured I'd upload it all at once.

It's Jack and Wuya fluff. They have to be my favourite couple from Xiaolin Showdown.

A warning, though: the last chapter contains a lemon, so it ends with a mature chapter. It's also my first attempt at a lemon, so... yeah.

Anyway, enjoy.
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BlutEisen Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Excellent so far. You have a great knack for describing situations and emotions - something I really need to work on. Can't wait to read more. :D
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Nitocolus Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you :D
I suck with imagery though :P
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