Xiaolin Hentia

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.

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