Xiaolin Showdown Porn Story: A Whole Lot of Nothing Chapter 17

This one was started right after the next, so it should’ve been in some time during the week after or so. I hope that it makes up for my previously tedious post time, but I’m just hoping you enjoy.

Looking into the hand-held mirror, I was shocked to say the least. The person staring back at me was amazingly Asian. The only thing that could’ve made me look more Asian was a pair of thick-rimmed glasses.

It was almost astounding that I could see my face after hiding behind such long bangs for so long. I still had bangs, but they were considerably shorter and swept off to one side, revealing the soft pale skin of my cheeks. The rest of my hair, although it was about as long as my bangs, seemed like it was almost completely gone. It felt like three or four pounds were taken off my head. Peering into the mirror, I could actually see the swishy hair run through my fingers.

The transformation was almost more than I could handle, but Kimiko just looked thoroughly proud of herself. Until then, I didn’t really consider the implications of the “haircut”, but I should’ve known better.

“Kim, what’d you do to my head?”, I gasped finally. That wasn’t the exact response that she was expecting, so apparently it warranted a whack to the head.

“What’re you talking about?! You look amazing, Matt!”, she played with my hair a bit and fixed a few loose strands. “You actually look like a guy now, and like a guy that actually cares about how he looks.”

“What’re you saying?”, I countered. “Did you think I looked messy and unrefined before?” I tried to make those last comments as snooty and uppity as I could.

“Uh… yeah”, she answered smiling. “I think that this haircut shows of your face, which is a plus.” My face was pretty round, and it seemed li

“I suppose…”, came my slow reply. I wasn’t too sure about it, but if Kimiko liked it then it was probably a decent cut.

“And I bet Clay can’t resist you now with you new and improved hairdo”, she gave me a wink and flashed me a smile.

I paused at the comment. Would Clay still be interested after I rejected him? I did tell him no, but I gave him the possibility of later. “I’m not so sure Clay’s still interested, Kim”, I responded dejectedly. If I was in his position, I’m not sure I’d be too keen on getting me back either.

“Well, what about Chris then?”, she countered.

I thought for a second, and I noticed that something didn’t add up. “Wait a second… Who told you about Chris?”

“Oh… I uh… I have my sources?”, she stammered, dropping her scissors. She bent over and fumbled with her scissors to avoid my glare.

It wasn’t like I really had to ask, but it didn’t make it any better. Clay was the only person I told, so that made him the prime suspect.

“I should go find Clay”, I said briefly before I got up and left, leaving Kimiko stuttering behind me.

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“Clay Bailey, you’d better get your behind out here right now!”, I yelled outside of his room. It wasn’t long before my demand was met. He poked his head through the curtain and I could see that he was in his usual outfit except he was missing the hat and bandanna.

“What in tarnation- Matt, what’s going on?”, he said. I was assuming the first comment was to my haircut.

“We need to talk, Clay”, I said as I pushed him back into his room.

“Wait… what was the point of me comin’ out if’n you were plannin’ to push me right back in?”, he asked in his confusion. I didn’t see the need to answer so I just ignored the question.

“Clay, have you been telling the others about what we talked about a last week?”, I asked back. I gave him a look that said, “I’m serious here”.

He was taken aback by the abrupt interrogation, but eventually responded. “I-I’m not sure what you mean”, he replied.

“Okay then, I’ll put it in terms that you can understand”, I gave him a sharp poke to the chest that made him flinch. “I hear tell that some no good varmint’s been blabbin’ about my personal information.”

He seemed a little offended at the mock southern accent, but it got the point across. “So what exactly is that supposed to mean? I’m still not sure if we’re on the same page”, he asked as a dark look came across his face. It was obvious that he wasn’t happy; his arms were crossed and he puffed up a bit in anger.

“I’ll tell you this, that Bailey kid’s sure ain’t one to trust with a secret, bless his heart”, I replied a little too dramatically.

“Good Lord, Matt! Can you quit it?”, he screamed, obviously not amused by the accent anymore.

“Don’t have a hissy-fit!”, I yelled right back. It wasn’t the best way to resolve the problem, but it sure felt good to vent on someone; Clay just happened to be the unfortunate person on the receiving end.

“Matt, would you quit screaming like a banshee and tell me what in the hell’s goin’ on?”, he screamed. “You really are somethin’ else, Matt. I don’t even know what it was that I did and I’m already getting my punishment!”

“Well, how does everyone know about Chris, huh?”, I felt tears stinging at my eyes. “You were the only one that I told, Clay!”

“Shoot, is that what this is about?”, he asked a little more calmly. I thought he was about to go into a sappy apology but instead, he flared up again. “I don’t really see why it would matter. He’s just a guy. So can you get off my back now?!” Lucky for him, I didn’t hear the muffled, “Jesus!”

“That’s not the point, Clay!”, I yelled without the accent this time. “It was a matter of trust! I told you that in confidence and you thought it was alright to just tell everyone else about my past?! I can’t believe that you would just blab about it even when you knew it wasn’t public knowledge.” My anger wasn’t blazing anymore, but it still simmered somewhere deep in the pit of my stomach.

“Well, why don’t you ask Kim about it?! Betch’a you would’a told too if she threatened to turn your face into bacon!”, he yelled yet again. Unfortunately for her, she decided to peek her head in at that moment.

“Um… did I hear my name? If I’m interrupting anything, I’ll just come back later”, she murmured. Her eyes darted from me to Clay, and I hadn’t noticed how close he’d inched towards me. If I were her, we would look suspiciously close.

I glared at her for a second, but motioned for her to enter. Clay didn’t seem to happy about it, but I would worry about him later.

“So what’s this I hear about you threatening Clay with bacon?”, I asked her seriously. In the last couple seconds, I went from simmering to boiling.

“Um… bacon?”, she asked, but then I realization dawn on her face. “Oh, that. I’m not really sure what it has to do with bacon, but I’m pretty sure I know what you’re talking about.”

She took a deep breath and I thought she was about to do burn something, but instead she went into a jumbled stream of words that I assumed to be a story. “So basically, Clay was sorry, I made him talk, we sent him to apologize, and then you guys came back! Alright, bye!”

She was out the door before I could even find a word to yell at her. With her gone, I found myself so angry that I could hardly stop myself from pulling my own hair out, even after the new cut. It didn’t, however, stop me from grabbing at it in huge fistfuls.

In my frustration, I buried my head into the nearest thing I could find and screamed as loud as I could. At the moment, I didn’t really care that Clay was that thing. The force of my yell squeezed tears out of my eyes, and eventually, I just sobbed in my anger. We stood there for some time, and he reluctantly put his arms around me.

I made a sound that was between a sob and a whimper when Clay started letting go. I clenched my eyes tighter as the warmth of the embrace started to leave me and I pushed him away, but before we flew apart, he grabbed onto my wrists and the force made us bounce back together.

This time, I was staring straight up into his blue eyes. They glistened like they always did, but with something different in them. They were devoid of all the gentle kindness that they usually held, and in it’s place was a mixture of anger and what could only be described as raw emotion.

Without a word, I felt my breath literally taken away from me by a violent kiss. The shock made me clamp my eyes shut. My body tensed up and I grabbed his shoulders. My hands gripped so strong that my fingers went cold. When I could ease my eyes open, I could swear that I saw a flame ignite in Clay’s eyes.

My short hair swished and fell as Clay ran his hand up my neck and over the back of my scalp. His other hand started between us, but then came around traveled lower until Clay roughly pulled me in.

I let go of his shoulders and he immediately picked me up. I felt him walk forward, and I was unprepared for the blunt thud as I collided with the wall. Through the whole transition, he’d never stopped kissing me.

He let go of my waist and put his hands over my head on the wall. I braced myself against him as his hips started to grind against mine, increasing the heat between us. He brought his hands back down to pick me up again and pin me up against the wall in mid-air. By now, the heat was nearly unbearable, and at the same time exhilarating.

When Clay’s lips moved down to my neck, I felt his hands move lower too. It literally sent a shock-wave down my spine. Tendrils of electricity spider-webbed across the wall. My toes crinkled and I shook with pleasure as I watched them, but I couldn’t shake an off feeling. All of this, Clay, myself, and this situation; something about it made it feel hollow, as if it was only a mockery of real emotions. Looking into Clay’s eyes, I could see the anger, but the raw emotion turned into pure lust.

The knowledge that this wasn’t pure made me feel dirty in more ways than one.

“Clay”, I sighed. He didn’t respond. “Clay. Stop.” Again no response.

“Clay!”, I yelled, and he just put on more pressure. I tried pushing him off, but he just took my wrists and held them above my head. “Please…”

I didn’t see any other way of getting him off, so I summoned some electricity and immersed my body in it in one surge. The force of the shock threw Clay off me and left him temporarily paralyzed.

As he struggled against his paralysis, he was stuck in a position where he gazed straight at me.

“I’m sorry, Clay”, I said with a crack in my voice. I looked into his eyes and followed the path of a glistening tear down his cheek. It was just too much for me, and I had to leave him there.

This chapter was pretty blah. It seems unoriginal to me, but I like the effect it has on the plot. I hope that I’ll be able to pull it off in the next chapter. TTFN