Xiaolin Showdown Porn Story: A Whole Lot of Nothing – Chapter 18
Whew! That last chapter was a little uncomfortable to write. Now that that steamy stuff is out of the way, I’ll try to see what I can do with this story.
Clay
Metal. The taste of metal lingered on my tongue while I was stuck in this crouching position. Matt’s huge shock left me feeling like an action figure; rigid and immobile. My muscles tensed up and refused to bend at my command, so I was stuck staring at the same spot for nearly half an hour. By the time I regained feeling in my fingers and toes, I could rock myself back and forth a bit. I managed to break out of the crouch and fall on the floor limply, but I still couldn’t move my elbows or knees, making me effectively incapacitated still.
Nearly another half hour later, I managed to get up and sit on my wooden chest. Fingering the hinges, I couldn’t help but think about what just happened. “Shoot, what’d I do?”, I thought to myself. Matt was obviously hurting and needed someone to vent to, but I just took advantage of his emotions and nearly… It wasn’t proper or respectful. It violated everything that I’ve ever been taught, and the worst part was that I was enjoying it. Some part of me was enjoying the entire thing, and it pained me knowing that I probably alienated Matt indefinitely.
I had to think of a way to make it up to him.
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“Matt!”, I called when I saw him down the hall. He was still looking a bit disheveled, and he turned away when he noticed me. He wasn’t walking though, and as I neared a saw him fumbling with his clothing. With a final fluff of his hair, he turned around, good as new.
“Oh…Uh…Hi, Clay. What’s up?”, he mumbled awkwardly. He did his best to avoid looking me in the eye without being rude, so he settled with fleeting glances ever few seconds.
“Matt, I’m… I’m feel so low down I could crawl under a snake’s belly”, I sighed. He looked at me with a hint of confusion, so I just got to the point. “I’m right sorry about what happened earlier, and I understand if you think I’m about as worthless an individual as they come,” I tried to chuckle a bit, “’cause I sure feel that way.”
“Clay, I…”, he started. I was afraid that the furrowing of his brows meant some bad news yet to come. “I understand Clay, and I accept your apology.” I’d been holding my breath and as soon as the good news was broken, I let it out in a big sigh. I was about to break out the party hats and confetti when I saw Matt wasn’t done. “I know that we were in a relationship for a couple weeks, and it didn’t seem like it was moving very fast. I know that it’s natural for the physical aspects to become a little neglected, but I think that you should know that if we are ever to have another relationship, it’ll go just as slow if not slower.”
I wasn’t worried about that at the moment; too busy basking in the joy of forgiveness. It was almost enough to make me miss something, but a slight discoloration on Matt’s hand wasn’t hidden under his sleeve fast enough.
“Matt, what was that?”, I asked with a motion to his wrist. I stopped the inner celebration to put all my attention into the matter at hand.
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about”, he lied. I could tell because a pulse of electricity ran down his arm.
“Uh-huh”, I said, loading the two syllables with as much sarcasm as I could manage. I took his arm and was met with very little resistance. When I lifted it, I pulled back the sleeve to reveal medical wrap coiled around his wrist. I cocked an eyebrow at him and he looked down.
“Oh that?”, he said, trying to laugh off the whole matter. “That’s just a little sprain, no big deal. Just forget about it.” He put an emphasis on the last sentence, giving it a hint of finality. I didn’t remember seeing it or feeling it earlier, which probably meant…
“Matt, turn around”, I commanded, and he looked a bent his knees defensively.
“Why? I don’t see what you’re trying to prove here”, he lied again. I just took the arm I already had and spun him around. When I lifted the bottom of his gi, it revealed a colorful bruise blooming across the soft skin of his back. I couldn’t help but hiss and cluck at it like I did after the sparring match a couple weeks ago. “Goshdawg, Matt! Why didn’t you tell me?”, I exclaimed. He just rolled his eyes and pulled his shirt down.
“It’s nothing, Clay. I’m fine”, he said with a weak attempt at laughing. I didn’t doubt what he said though, because if anything, he looked like he was glowing brighter than ever. He even gave me a smile to ease my worried heart before turning around. “I’ve been through worse, Clay”, he laughed, a little more sincerely this time. He spun around and gave me a another smile accompanied by a twinkle of his eyes. As he turned back and started to walk, he gave his hair another unnecessary swish. His new haircut seemed to sway more rhythmically than the other, and it was twice as hypnotizing.
While he walked away, I realized that I had the perfect thing to patch things up with Matt.
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I burst into my room, and immediately attacked the trunk. While I rummaged through my assorted knick-knacks, I heard a deep mechanical thrumming pass over the temple and the sickening feeling of panic gripped at my insides as I realized that was the way Matt was headed. As the adrenalin pumped through my veins, I felt a fine chain brush against my fingers.
I pulled out the necklace gently and inspected it. The same as always; it was dazzlingly bright still, and I could swear that it was almost new despite it’s 50 years. The jagged golden claws nested the yellow pearl perfectly, and it jingled a bit as I stuffed it into my pocket. I ran over frantically to the front hall of the temple with it bumping against my thigh.
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Nearly ten years ago, I remember the first day I laid eyes on the necklace.
“Clay, can I talk to you for a bit?”, my mother called from the living room. It was one of the rare occasions that I’ve seen her not working. She seemed uncomfortable about it too, since she was fiddling with her apron while she sat.
“Yes’m”, I replied respectfully. I wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing since I never remember it happening before. I wouldn’t want to invoke some sort of strange punishment.
“Well, Clay. Your father and I have thought about it for a while, even since before you were born, and we’ve decided that it’s time to give you this.” She pulled out one of the most beautiful objects I had ever laid eyes on. Even though the gold was jagged and it’s lines harsh, the necklace conveyed some sort of rugged beauty.
“Wh-what’s this for, Ma?”, I asked, not even trying to hide my astonishment. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the shining pearl as it rolled around the gold nest. She just smiled and placed it in my upraised palms.
As she closed my finger around it, I looked up into her bright blue eyes and she said, “You see, your grandma gave this to me when I was just about your age. She told me, ‘If you meet someone special, and you don’t know how to let them know, just give ’em this and I’m sure the message’ll get across.'” She smiled at the memory “Your father and I, well, we never saw any use for it, so when I told him about it, he agreed that we should give it to either you or Jesse. The thing is, knowing Jesse, she’d probably just lose it or end up wearing it herself. That’s why we decided to give it to you, Clay.”
I was totally speechless, and if I hadn’t had manners beaten into me since the day I was born, I probably wouldn’t’ve said anything. However, I managed to take my hat off and give her a little bow before I said, “Well, shoot, Ma! Thank you!” I gave her a kiss on the cheek and she was beaming at me.
“Now go, you rascal. Go clean up for dinner. I’m fixin’ us somethin'”, she said as she shooed me upstairs. I placed the necklace safely in a box under my bed.
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Since that day ten years ago, I’ve never traveled without the necklace, but I haven’t found a use for it until now.
I’ve often marveled about how huge the interior of the temple is, and now is no different. I’m almost positive that the various twists and turns that I needed to take almost doubled the distance from my room to the front hall. By the time I came to the last turn, I was panting like a dog. I decided to take a moment there to regain my composure. A couple seconds and a sigh later, I straightened my hat and turned the corner. My hand that had been in my pocket, pulled out the necklace only to shove it back inside when I noticed that there was a strange face at the gate.
This guy looked slightly heavy in terms of build and about my height. His parted jacket showed off a broad chest, and I noticed that he was wearing a suit, a very expensive looking suit at that. He had a very strong face; his jaw was very strong and defined, and his brow seemed heavy, but didn’t jut out. His bright green eyes peered under his eyebrows, giving his face a sad look while he looked around the front hall. They also provided a great contrast with his dark brown hair and lightly tanned skin.
Everything about him seemed clean and precise, he even checked his watch every few seconds. The only things that gave a hint of disorder were his hair, that was doubtlessly styled to be slicked down into curls over his forehead, and a sprinkling of stubble that traveled from his cheeks all the way down his neck.
I just stood there, inspecting him for a while, so when Matt showed up, I felt pretty creepy. He gave me a glance, but looked to the visitor and his face lit up.
“Chris? Chris, is that you?”, he called as he started to run over to him. The stranger’s gaze turned to Matt, and his sad eyes instantly crinkled with laughter as he caught up the running Matt into a very tight hug. He spun him around once before letting him jump off of him. The others arrived, and they immediately made their way over to him. I decided to do the same, but a little more slowly. I let the necklace fall into my pocket as my spirits sank.
“Okay, okay. Chris, I’d like you to meet my new friends”, Matt announced excitedly. If I hadn’t been so caught up in my sagging spirits, I probably would’ve smiled at how cute the scene was. “This one is Raimundo, you should watch out for him”, Matt joked as he gave Rai a big smile.
Chris shook Raimundo’s hand and said politely, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” A smile accompanied the greeting.
“Okay, this little lady is Kimiko”, said Matt. He started nursing the back of his head after Kimiko slapped him for the “little lady” comment.
“What’s up?”, she asked in the standard greeting.
“Again, a pleasure”, he said as he took her hand and kissed it. She started blushing, and Raimundo nearly fainted with anger.
“Next we have Omi”, Matt continued. Omi bowed and Chris reciprocated.
“It’s an honor, Omi”, Chris said as Omi just stood there beaming.
“And last but certainly not least, we have Clay”, Matt stated with a hint of finality. I looked into Chris’s eyes, and I saw a mixture of kindness and geniality, but as soon as he saw the way Matt was looking at me, it faded a bit to be replaced by confusion and a hint of wariness.
“I’m sure the two of us will get along… swimmingly.” I was taken aback by the way his manner changed. It seemed as though he just set himself against me. Matt was eying the two of us while we both set our faces into stern looks. When Matt cleared his throat, we both snapped out of it, and laughed dryly as we shook hands.
Master Fung showed up within seconds of us finishing up our introductions. “Ah, this must be the Chris that I’ve been hearing about. Welcome to our temple, Chris. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like, but I must apologize because Matt has taken the last of our spare rooms.” Matt blushed as everyone took a quick glance at him. “But I’m sure one of the young monks would be willing to share their room with you.”
Kimiko wasn’t budging for obvious reasons, and Rai was already giving him the death stare. Omi’s room was small enough, so I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t work out, leaving just me and Matt. I wasn’t sure if I’d rather have him stay with me, probably causing a fight ever few minutes, or having him flirt with Matt non-stop. I do trust Matt, but I’d rather not risk it, but at the same time, I don’t want to be miserable for the next indefinite period of time.
“Well, I don’t much see the point in any of us intruding on his stay, so I’ll just let him have my room and I can just find another room somewhere in the temple”, I suggested. Chris looked a little surprised, but I thought I saw a flash of gratitude in his eyes. “I mean, there’s bound to be an old storage room or something somewhere around here.”
“Oh, right”, chimed in Matt. “And I suppose you’ll just run two miles to the bathrooms every time you need to wash your hands.” Rai and Kimiko laughed at that. “Since that won’t work, why don’t you just room with me? My room’s the biggest since it was reserved for guests, so there’s more than enough room for us.”
As soon as Chris saw what I had been getting at, all traces of geniality towards me disappeared. His brow furrowed, and I could see that there was going to be many arguments to come. It looked like I won this time though, since we didn’t discuss the matter further.
“Chris, why don’t we go take a walk, I’m sure we have alot to catch up on”, he suggested. Chris received a big smile, and I felt my face heating up.
“Alright, Matt. I’d love to”, he answered smugly, with an equally smug smile directed at me. As the two of them walked away, I clutched the chain of the necklace and felt the cold metal stinging my skin. There was no way I’m just going to let Chris have him without a fight.
Okie dokie! So Chris finally comes into the story, we’ll see how this effects Clay and Matt’s relationship. I’m working out the plot still, so please excuse any late posts. That, plus schoolwork, clubs, etc. I’m practically swamped, but I’ll see what I can do with this story. I hope you stay tuned for the next chapter.