Xiaolin Hentia

Disclaimer: This is a fanwork and therefore the characters and places described in this story are the property of their original creators. This story is, in no way, linked with those creators, it is simply a work of fanfiction and I will not benefit financially from it.

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How did Jack get himself into these situations? He had an incredible ability to be in exactly the wrong place, while correspondingly being in that place in precisely the wrong time, it was like he was the Dragon of Misfortune, and really all he ever did wrong was open a box. Although this time he’d managed to dive head first onto an ocean of shit by a misunderstanding, sort of like getting lost in translation. Sometimes he had to learn that silence could be golden, he had assumed that when he said he would ‘do anything’ there was a silent sub-clause that also stated ‘within reasons’. But then he should have known that Chase Young could take those words and construe them into something so much more depraved then their actual meaning. And before he could say’cradle snatcher’, he was in the old man’s bedroom, stood at the side of an extravagant four poster bed. He couldn’t absorb the rest of this bedroom as the older, much more mature form of Chase Young lounging across the mattress had all of his attention. Jack, himself, was still fully dressed, but he seriously doubted that would last much longer.

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