Xiaolin Showdown Porn Story: A Whole Lot of Nothing – Chapter 5

SORRY SORRY SORRY. I feel bad about writing this now, but I’ll get over it I suppose. Please read and review if you want. I don’t own or make anything from this fanfic.

A couple of days passed and the shower incident was forgotten, or at least not brought up again. Clay had been avoiding me recently and Kimiko had an even tighter hold on me if that was even imaginable. Something told me that someday, something would have to give.

Ever since the sparring session I couldn’t bring myself to talk to Clay. That was apart from the fact that he didn’t seem to want to talk to me. When he was patching me up, I couldn’t help but stare deep into those sea blue eyes. As his eyes met mine I felt myself melting into his arms, but it didn’t last. Clay broke eye contact and he leaned in as well. I could see he was putting his total trust in me, and I wasn’t going to be the one to abuse it. Besides, I could only imagine what he would do if I attempted anything, even after the intense sparring session. My thoughts returned to the my first day here and I remembered the look he had on when Kimiko hugged me. He obviously wasn’t interested and I should just get over it. Disappointedly, I pulled him into a very light hug and whispered my thanks. I reluctantly slid out of it before pulling on my robes. By the time I turned around I expected him to be gone, but he was still sitting there with a mixture of confusion and wistfulness. I sent him a questioning glance and he sprung towards the curtain. In the rustling I could’ve sworn that I heard, “You’re welcome.”

My eyes welled up and I rubbed away the tears. I just can’t let this ruin my stay at the temple; no matter how much Clay got my hopes up. Today, the sun was shining, and the light reflected of the dewdrops on the shortly cropped grass, sending a dazzling reflection through the window of our joint bedrooms. I couldnt hear any snoring so I assumed everyone had already gotten up. Slipping on my robe, I prepared to face the day.

After that little hitch with the sparring session, I was given a week off from chore duty, much to the others’ surprise. Apparently, they’d never been given that much lenience. It wasn’t surprising that Raimundo was jealous, but Omi seemed to take my break as an indication of inability, much to the enjoyment of the others. On many occasions, he had tried to help me through walking on the temple grounds, feeding me, and even dressing myself to a point. However, I drew the line when he tried following me into the bathroom.

I grabbed breakfast and waited out most of the day on the sill of one of the temple windows. For a great chunk of that time, I was curled up with a book, but others I just watched the temple activities.

Like most of the days at the temple, it seemed like a good day to take a walk, so my path snaked its way to the temple gardens. Despite my earlier injuries, I found a walk in the park to be very refreshing. When I thought back to lying in Clay’s arms, I blushed insanely. If only I could’ve made something of that moment earlier.

Upon entering the garden Kimiko waved me down and I went to sit next to her on a bench. Listen, Matt, she started with a serious look on her face. I knew she meant business. I hope you wont get offended for me asking, but are you gay? The question took me by surprise, and I was sort of shocked at how fast she picked up on it.

I debated whether or not to tell the truth, and it seemed pointless to deny it. After a heavy sigh, I answered, Yes, I am. Im sorry I didnt tell you sooner. I looked down in what I hoped was a shameful look. I was just hoping I could get out of this without a handprint on my face. Kimiko just grabbed my shoulders and gave me yet another of her back-breaking hugs. What was that for? I asked, hopefully I wasnt pushing my luck.

I dunno. I just felt like it, she retorted in her Kimiko-ish way. I knew it! I knew it from the first day! My gaydar went off as soon as Master Fung introduced us, she screamed a little bit too loud. I nervously looked around and she sensed my anxiety so she quickly apologized and went on a little softer. You like Clay, dont you? she hissed slyly. My notorious blush returned as I lightly shrugged. Cmon, you know you do, she pushed, reaping some sort of sadistic pleasure from watching me squirm.

Alright already! I do, happy? I blurted. She seemed most satisfied and my face turned beet-red. But I dont think he likes me. He acts so oddly around me. Sometimes hes completely fine, and other times he refuses to speak to me. Her only response was to motion me closer with her index finger, very much like an old cartoon character.

When I was within kissing distance, she whispered in my ear, He thinks you like me. Thats why hes always so uptight when were together. Its only natural for him to be turned off by me wrapped around you all the time. After her little explanation, Kim sat back and crossed her arms looking very proud of herself. A giggle nearly escaped me before I could respond, but I successfully fought down the urge to laugh.

You really think so? I just figured he liked you and just acted shy around you I pointed out a little sarcastically. I dared not get my hopes up so I remained somewhat skeptical of the notion.

While I was pondering on that idea, I heard footsteps approaching from the temple. When I turned around, I realized that it was Clay. Hed seemingly recovered from earlier and decided to take a walk in the garden. When he approached us, I waved over to him, and Kimiko called him.

I thought I saw him glance in our direction, but his eyes darted away at the last minute. Kim leaning into my ear on a stone bench was a pretty hard sight to miss. However, he seemily didnt hear us because he just kept on walking. I turned to Kimiko with an I-told-you-so look.

Her only response was to slap the back of my head and yell, Whatre you stupid? Go follow him! I got up to leave and no sooner was I three paces away than when I heard her pull out her phone and start, You wouldnt believe my friend Matt I suppose I didnt want to hear anymore of that conversation and I didnt.

Before long, I caught up to Clay and from behind he seemed to be fuming. His shoulders were slightly hunched and his hands were balled into tight fists. I could almost imagine steam coming out of those ears. Surprisingly, he didnt hear me behind him and I caught a grumble containing the words Stupid and Matt in them. For his sake, I was hoping not was somewhere in between them.

I jogged up to close the space between us. When I was close enough to touch him, I grabbed his shoulder and said, Hey, Clay! a little too loud.

Clay turned around and I caught a blink of frustration across his face, but it disappeared as soon as his eyes met mine only to be replaced by a sort of confused look. Oh. Hi. he growled a little coolly before turning and continuing. I was a little put off by his rudeness and I seriously considered just leaving. Thankfully, I decided against it and again jogged to match his long stride.

Whats wrong, Clay? I chirped in my attempt of an innocent voice. He seemed surprised that I was still here, but he didnt stop. I continued to jog alongside him, waiting for an answer. He coldly ignored me, but occasionally, hed steal a glance in my direction like a dog would if he was stared down by his master. The thought of Clay as a dog nearly made me laugh, but I suppressed it figuring it wouldnt help the situation. Is this about what happened earlier? Im really sorry. I know how embarrassed you must be. Not to mention sickened, disgusted, nauseated, I trailed off with still no answer from Clay. After giving it another few seconds I asked tentatively for the third time, Clay?

What do you want from me? he barked icily. Finally, he stopped, and he stood there with a very Raimundo-like stance. His bangs shook a little with the force of his words Why dont you go find Kimiko. Im sure shes dying without her Matt. The last sentence was dripping with sarcasm.

My only response was to cross my arms and give him a stern look. He didnt respond but I could tell that I was wearing him down. Clay, do you honestly think she likes me? As if shed go for me. Im sure a video game empire heiress could get any Asian guy. I pointed out. Or was it that you were dying from seeing me with her? That last bit was layered with the very same sarcasm he threw at me.

His lips drew into a thin line and his jaw tightened before he turned around and began his aggressive walking again. I followed yet again, but this time I used a more aggressive approach. After following for a few paces, I grabbed his forearm and spun him around.

Calm down, Clay, I yelled up at him. You dont have to worry about me, Kimikos all yours. My brow furrowed a little while I waited for an answer. Surprisingly, Clays fuming stopped, and the anger on his face was replaced with another confused look.

You mean to tell me that you think that I, he began, looking at me a little questioningly. I nodded in the affirmative and he continued, And Kimiko doesnt? Again, I gave him a nod. His head dipped in thought.

After a couple of seconds, his blank face crinkled with laughter. I cant believe you could even think that!, he guffawed. Thats sillier than a three legged cow in a horse race!, he cackled, wiping a tear from his visible blue eye before doubling over with laughter. I even let a chuckle or two out before he calmed down. The last remnants of his laughter left in loud sighs and when he was finally composed he turned to me and said, You do realize that weve been fighting about a whole lot of nothing, right?

What do you mean, we? I joked before punching him playfully. His laughter restarted. I didnt do anything! I was trying to be nice! You were the one who flipped out! You were the one who got all dramatic! I punctuated each sentence with a quick jab until he was forced onto one of the garden benches and threw his hands up in defeat. If only our sparring match had gone like that

Im sorry! he pleaded laughing. Again, I waited for his laughter to subside. When he had composed himself for the second time, he leaned back on the bench and scooted over to make room for me. I plopped down next to him, slightly exhausted from all the fuss we were making only minutes earlier.

“Matt”, he started after a good five minutes of silence. “I’m…I’m…”, he choked a bit, and it seemed like he was going to give up until he took a big sigh and started again. “I’m sorry” he mumbled. I knew it must’ve been a big deal since he usually had no problem apologizing. What could be so bad to make him feel like this?

“For what?” I asked using a low voice. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. If I didn’t let him talk now I’d probably never know what happened.

“It’s just…” Again, Clay choked, and I only gestured for him to continue. He was obviously uncomfortable; I could see him squirming and fidgeting while he tried to articulate his words. His jaw muscles would often tighten and he’d rolled and unrolled his sleeves many times in the last two minutes. I listened intently because I was pretty sure anything said wouldn’t be repeated. “I mean, you’ve noticed it recently, right?” I combed my brain and I couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary. It was just as it had been most of my stay at the temple.

“I don’t understand” I sighed. I hoped that my confusion wouldn’t stop him from continuing. Instead he explained.

“Well, you notice how I’ve been avoiding you and stuff, right?” I nodded. “And how I was acting just a few minutes ago.” Another nod “You see, it’s like…” I gave him a moment to compose his thoughts, and that moment seemed to stretch on for an eternity. “It’s like… I… uh…” He was really trying my patience now. I wish he’d just get over with it so we could move on. “You do understand I don’t like Kimiko, right?”

“Yeah”, I said somewhat impatiently. “I got that when you started dying of laughter at the very suggestion of it.” He started blushing with shame.

“You see, I like… someone else”, he stuttered. My heart started drumming and I could feel my hands start to tremble. His blush deepened to a crimson against his pale white skin. The contrast was startling if you examined it close enough, but my mind was elsewhere.

“Wait, but Kimiko’s the only…” I paused when the realization hit me. “Oh…” I said in almost a whisper. If my heart was a snare before, it was a timpani now. This confession, this setting; this entire situation didn’t seem possible.

“…Yeah…” was the only thing I got out of him after my “oh”. Even though I dearly wished for something (I think you know what) I didn’t want to get my hopes up in the case that I wasn’t the one. I’m so close, but I can mess everything up here and now if I say the wrong thing.

“Raimundo?” he shook his head. “…Omi?” again, a negative. “…EWW! Please don’t say Master Fung!” even in this extremely tense situation that got the better of us and we broke out into laughter. He was leaning against me a bit, and I grew self-conscious of his touch. My hand brushed up against his forearms (he’d decided to keep his sleeves rolled up) and I noticed that his skin was very soft. It was an odd thought, but I had to consciously pull myself away from the sensation of us touching to let him continue.

“No, no. None of those.” he wheezed, still chuckling at my last comment. I saw him glance over at my hand for a moment when he felt me pull away from the contact. “But I think there’s a pretty good chance you’ll get it this time.” He’d totally lost any inhibitions he had before and decided to roll with it. I was sort of scared about how I should react or what he expected.

“You don’t mean…” I whispered. A slow, unsteady nod came from Clay. I couldn’t even bring my eyes to meet his. I looked at the floor for a while in deep thought. Why wasn’t I happier? I was just in shock of how the tables had turned in my favor. I scooted over slightly until I could think comfortably without him right on top of me (not that that would be a totally horrible thing). The small space between us was like a void that needed to be filled, but I couldn’t allow myself to act without thinking things through. What do I need to make me believe him? After a while, my answer came. Nothing. He had my total trust, and that means I could totally trust his word; or at least trust that that was how he felt at the moment.

“Clay, are you sure?”, I asked shakily. When I glanced up he was looking straight into my eyes.

“I’m surer than the grass is green”, he answered, using one of his many metaphors. I was speechless at his confession and the moments seemed to drag on to the point where I nearly forgot why I was so shocked. Each time it slipped away it would hit me again and the shock would renew itself. After I realized he wasn’t looking away I turned my eyes to the ground, but I couldn’t help but steal a few glances at Clay now and then. He was staring off into the the garden after I broke eye contact, deep in thought. His blue eyes were glazed over and twinkling in the afternoon sun. When a breeze blew, his blond bangs parted a bit, revealing his light forehead that shined pink in the waning light.

“Matt”, he whispered when he noticed me looking. He still didn’t turn from the sunset, and all I could to was raise my head and wait for an answer. “I’m sorry… so sorry” he said before getting up to leave. I could see a hint of a tear in his eyes and I couldn’t let him go now.

“Wait!” I called, grabbing his wrist. He froze at the contact, but I spun him around and pulled him into a long, deep hug. In his frozen state, I grabbed his torso, but his arms were still hanging mid-air as if he was debating whether or not to hug me back, but after a few seconds, he wrapped his arms around me in a very strong embrace. My ear was pressed against his chest so I could hear his heart beat through the soft fabric of his robes. The top of my head, which had been somewhere above his shoulders was now resting in the crook of his neck and he rested his chin on it.

In the warm hollow between his collar bone and shoulder, I shed joyful tears that stained the neck of his robe. I let go for a second to wipe away my tears, and I noticed that Clay was still hanging on to my waist. He had a single tear streaming down his cheek, so I wiped that away for him. I looked away to the trees, and the evening sun was now a deep, rich red. Clay moved his hands up to my lower back and when I turned back to him, he pulled me in for a chaste kiss. The last thing that could be seen before the sun set was our silhouettes between the tree trunks.

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So fluffy and disgusting XD. I can’t believe I just wrote that either. This is by far my longest fic and it’ll probably be the last for a while. If it sucked, by all means, flame, but I would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism. Thanks for reading. Peace out. If there are reviews, I may be persuaded to write more, wink wink.