Naughty List
Pitch stalked through the empty caverns of his lair. The last of the nightmares had been banished and the Boogeyman was finally safe to quietly fume over his defeat.
It wasn't fair! He had worked so hard only to be defeated by the Guardians and those little brats! All his ambition—all his plans—were now for nothing.
Right back to where I started, he scowled. The Nightmare King sank down on a stone and buried his face in his hands. Alone.
No! This was no time to be despondent! He just had to try again! Pitch stood and smoothed down his robe. He needed a new plan. The Guardians wouldn't expect him to be plotting so soon after his defeat.
Well, that was their folly.
You can't keep Pitch Black down! With a triumphant smile the Boogeyman turned around prepared to march into his main chamber and begin preparation…
…only to run directly into the large belly of Nicholas St. North. The Guardian looked at him curiously as the Boogeyman backed away. Shit! "What are you doing here?" Pitch demanded.
The gift-giver's sapphire blue eyes narrowed. "You have been scheming."
Pitch backed away even further. "…no, I haven't."
"Do not try to pull wool over my eyes, Pitch." North growled. He threw the sack he'd been carrying down on the ground. "The others may believe that you are not a threat anymore but I know that you have too much pride."
"Is that why you're here?" Pitch edged away, trying to get closer to a shadow—any shadow. "Come to check up on me? I can assure you that you have nothing to worry about. I'm still as powerless and weak as you left me."
"If that is true then where are nightmares?"
The Nightmare King's mouth fell open. Damn. Pitch had been hoping North wouldn't notice. He looked around. "Are they gone?" he said innocently. "I hadn't even noticed. Maybe they got bored?"
North hmmph'd and took a firm hold on the Boogeyman's arm. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Bathroom?"
"Nice try." The Guardian started pulling Pitch across the room.
Pitch struggled. "North! North, stop this! What are you even doing here? You won! I was beaten! Why are you here?"
"You are on Naughty List."
The answer wasn't what Pitch had expected and he laughed at the absurdity of it. "The Naughty List? I'm the Boogeyman, Nicholas. I would be more surprised if I wasn't on it!"
The Guardian didn't look amused. "You are too full of pride. Too full of ambition. You are dangerous."
Pitch batted his eyelashes. "Such flattery." He crooned. He was jerked forward when North took a seat on the stone. His heart leapt into his throat when the Guardian of Wonder pulled him forward and shoved him over his lap. "Nicholas?" Pitch ventured warily. He was draped over the man's lap.
The Guardian didn't answer and his silence only unnerved Pitch more. "North—"
Thwak!
Pitch jolted up. Did he just—? Was that—? "Have you lost your bloody mind?!" Pitch screeched. He tried to scramble off of North's lap but the Guardian was stronger than him in his current state.
Another skin-searing blow was dealt to his bottom. "You are on Naughty List." North said. "And you must be dealt with."
"Ha! Good one, North! You almost had me." Beads of sweat dotted on Pitch's brow as he took in the Cossack's expression.
He was serious.
The need to escape returned with urgency. It was undignified the way Pitch was reduced to biting, kicking, and scratching like an angry wet kitten, but it was no less humiliating than suffering a spanking at the hands of an accursed Guardian.
The Guardian of Wonder held him in place, waiting patiently until the fight bled out of the Boogeyman. "You will count." He ordered and that was the only warning Pitch received before the blows landed.
The Nightmare King clenched his teeth and screwed his eyes shut at the relentless assault to his posterior. Shit! Thwak! Fuck! Thwak! Damn! "Please…stop." He begged.
"How can I stop when we have not begun?"
"What the fuck do you call this?"
The Guardian shrugged. He grabbed the band of Pitch's trousers and yanked them down, revealing the naked, smooth grey flesh beneath. "You have not been counting so these do not count." North chuckled at his joke.
"Fine!" What number were they on? "Four!"
Another swat was dealt to his naked skin. "Others did not count." North said slowly.
Oh ye Gods. Pitch hung his head and tried to keep from weeping. Nicholas St. North gave him another smack. "One." Pitch said feebly.
"Good, good."
And so it went. Twenty-seven aching whacks later, Pitch Black the Nightmare King was reduced to a complete teary (Not tears, Pitch fumed silently. Liquid rage!) mess. North hummed in appreciation, rubbing his palm against the heated flesh. "Very nice," he murmured. Pitch's ass had flushed a lovely shade of purple. The Nightmare King shivered under his touch. "Very good." North said approvingly. He lifted his hand and slipped a digit into his mouth, sucking quietly on the finger getting it nice and wet.
Unaware of what was happening above him; Pitch stared at the cold stone floor as he attempted to gather his wits. His ass ached and the Boogeyman was glad (and strangely disappointed) that the humiliation was finally over. Now, if he could just get North to let him go.
Pitch started when he felt the gift-giver's hand move. The broad, callused fingers gripped a cheek and pulled it away from the other. The Boogeyman squirmed. "North!"
A moistened fingertip rubbed along Pitch's pucker opening. The Nightmare King's golden eyes went wide with shock and he twisted his neck to look back at the Guardian. North met his gaze and smiled.
Pitch cursed loudly and bowed his head at the first push of the finger sliding into him. The Nightmare King clawed at North's trouser leg and gripped it. The Guardian of Wonder slid his digit out of him then slowly back in, twisting it and bending it inside the other man's warmth.
Pitch bucked and pressed back until North was knuckle-deep. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been touched like this! "North!" It hadn't taken much to arouse him and the Nightmare King rubbed his erection against the dark cloth of North's trousers. "North!" he pleaded.
The Guardian ignored him and added a second finger. He thrust them in and out of Pitch at an agonizingly slow pace, getting them in deep before slowly dragging them back. Pitch rocked against North's lap, trying to relieve the pressure building in his groin. He got some satisfaction knowing that despite his quietness Nicholas was just as affected as he was. The Guardian's hardened manhood was pressing against Pitch's middle.
Oh! It was too much!
It wasn't enough!
"North!" Pitch moaned. "Please!"
And the fingers stilled inside of him. "Yes, Pitch?"
The Boogeyman sucked in gasping breaths. "I need…"
"Yes?"
"I need…" the Boogeyman turned his head forward and stared out across the floor. "I can't say it." Just admitting that made him want to curl up and die.
North chuckled. "Luckily, I have idea of what it is you want and need, Pitch."
Well, he didn't have to sound so smug about it.
Without a single word of warning, Pitch tumbled off of North's lap as the Guardian got to his feet. He glared up at the white-haired Russian, but the effect was ruined by his current state. North grinned down at him and started to pull off his coat. Spreading it over the ground, he moved on to remove the rest of his clothing.
Pitch watched him stripped with widened eyes. This was really happening. The Boogeyman swallowed and studied the Guardian's body.
North was…big. His arms were thick and muscular; his barrel chest was covered with a thick carpet of white hair, trailing down his round belly. North's hardened manhood curved up, almost touching his belly button. It was just like the rest of him, thick and powerful. Pitch suppressed a shiver. North smiled down in him in such a way that was totally inappropriate for a Guardian of Childhood. "Perhaps you should be undressing too?"
Pitch nodded, numbly. He peeled away his cloak and tossed it to the ground. He kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. Pitch crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly feeling more vulnerable than he was used to. North urged him forward and the Boogeyman moved onto the gift-giver's soft coat. North kneeled down to join him, his broad hand cupped the side of Pitch's face. "You are frightened." He brushed his thumb over the Nightmare King's cheek.
Pitch closed his eyes. "Yes." He said quietly that North almost didn't hear.
"The Nightmare King is afraid." North didn't sound amused merely curious.
Pitch scowled and tried to turn away but the Russian held him in place. "Even I am not immune to fear." He growled. "As you well know."
North almost looked sympathetic. Almost. "You brought that on yourself. You have only self to blame. But," and he pulled Pitch into his arms and onto his lap. "Now is not time for discussion. Now we get down to business."
He put Pitch on his hands and knees, raises the Nightmare King's grey ass high in the air and spreads his thighs apart. North drank in the sight, licking his lips hungrily. He grabbed a handful of flesh and gives it a squeeze, released it and then smacked it eliciting a yelp from Pitch. North grinned. "Beautiful." He murmured. The Guardian rubbed the slit of his cock's head against Pitch's opening slicking the pucker with his precum. The Nightmare King was strangely quiet, but as long as Pitch remained still North wouldn't comment on it. "You are doing so well." North told him. "You are doing so well." He pressed a finger inside Pitch, working their fluids together to stretch him and make sure his passage was slick.
Pitch endured all of this in silence. What was even the point? No one would be coming to save him or even help him. Besides, this was what he deserved for his colossal failure. Beaten by four freaks, an ice elf, and humans. Disgraceful. He just wanted this to be over with because no matter how pleasurable it felt it was just another way to humiliate him.
North's finger curled inside of him and all thoughts vanished from Pitch's head. Dear lord! Where in the world did North learn to do that? The Guardian hummed happily and kissed Pitch's shoulder blade. "Are you ready, Pitch?" North growled. "I do not think I can hold back for much longer."
"Then don't." Pitch whispered. He cried out when the blunt tip of North's cock pressed against him and then into him. The Guardian, the Gods bless him, was gentle. He was patient, waiting for Pitch to adjust to him. Pitch wished that North would be savage and cruel. It would be easier to hate him if he was.
North wrapped his arms around Pitch and pulled him against his chest. "Bozhe moi! You are so tight!" the Guardian ground out. He moved his hips experimentally. "Feels good."
Pitch bit his bottom lip. It felt incredible. He pushed back against North letting the Guardian know he was ready for more. North was more than happy to oblige. The Russian pumped into him with more ferocity than Pitch was expecting. North kissed and mouthed Pitch's neck and shoulders. His fingers moved to tease and tweak the Boogeyman's nipples. Pitch moaned and keened, relishing the sensation. It had been a while since he'd felt this good. It had been while since anyone had touched him like this.
"Pitch?"
North and Pitch froze. The color drained from the Nightmare King's face. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no!
"Why is Jack Frost here?" North hissed in his ear.
Pitch Black swallowed. "H-he visits me. He has been since…my defeat. He wanted to make sure I wasn't dead."
"Why would he do this?"
The Boogeyman closed his eyes. "Jack was very sympathetic to me. He and I are similar. He saw that. Given different circumstances…" Pitch trailed off.
North understood. Given different circumstances it could have easily been Jack Frost who could have turned into their enemy. "Hmmph," the Guardian kissed Pitch's ear and to the shadowmancer's horror began to relentlessly fuck him.
Pitch could hear Jack calling him. "What are you doing?" the Boogeyman tried not to moan. "Are you insane? He'll hear!" Gods, he'd never live it down if Jack Frost saw him on his hands and knees being fucked like some common—
North sank his teeth into the side of Pitch's neck. The Boogeyman's back bowed and he had to slap a hand over his mouth to muffle his delighted scream. "Nyet. I will not stop. I have waited too long for this." The Guardian ran his tongue over the area he just bit. "If you are so afraid of being heard, perhaps you should be quieter."
Oh! That smug, sadistic son of a bitch!
Jack was getting closer. North's thrusts have become short and aggressive. The Cossack gripped Pitch tightly, keeping him from moving around by weighing him down. Pitch fell forward onto his elbows and pressed his face into the crook of his elbow.
"Pitch?"
North whispered sweet endearments in both Russian and English into his ear.
"Helloooo? Anybody home?"
North went back to kissing and nipping his neck and shoulders. Marking him. Claiming him.
"There's nothing to do down here, why aren't you answering?" Jack sounded frustrated.
North pressed deep inside of him, rocking his hips. Pitch sobbed and cursed quietly.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Pitch heard the sound of displaced air and felt the temperature warm a bit. Both signs that the winter spirit had gone away.
Pitch sagged with relief. He directed a tired glare over his shoulder. To his utter disgust North looked even more amused. "You're a sick, sick man." He growled. Pitch tried to shove his way free, but the Guardian held him tighter. "Let me go!"
North shook his head. He moved his hands down to Pitch's hips and set up a punishing pace. The Nightmare King screeched and fell forward. "Fuck, North!" the Boogeyman clawed at the stone. He moaned and pressed back, meeting North's thrusts.
Nicholas chuckled. "I think you deny too much. You seem to be enjoying yourself."
"First," Pitch snarled. "You butchered that quote, you uncultured swine and second, if you insist on continuing, then please don't ruin it by talking."
North arched a dark bushy brow. "Ah," he smiled. "So you are enjoying this."
The Boogeyman bared his teeth. "I never said that."
Sapphire blue eyes twinkled. "You did not have to." North brushed his thumb along the underside of Pitch's cock. The Nightmare King gasped and arched his back at the touch. North hummed and pulled Pitch's face toward him so he could kiss him. It was an awkward position and it hurt his neck, but he enjoyed the feeling of North's tongue sliding against his own fighting for dominance. The toymaker tasted of vodka and peppermint.
Pitch bit North, hard enough to draw blood. The Guardian jerked back and glared at the other man. Pitch turned and smiled. His golden eyes glowed with a metallic sheen as he leaned closer and licked the drop away and brushed his lips against North's.
That was as close to an apology as the Boogeyman would ever give. North knew that and chuckled. "I should punish you for that."
Pitch snorted. "You could," the Boogeyman drawled. "Or we could just continue."
North slammed into him and Pitch swore he saw stars. "You forget who is in charge." The Guardian whispered.
"You only have the upper hand because I am weakened." Pitch shot back. "If I was at full strength then you would be the one taking it up the ass like some common slag!"
North just chuckled in that same grating manner. He caressed the strangely smooth skin on Pitch's thigh. "Somehow, I doubt that." The gift-giver grinned. "You make such wonderful noises. I think you were made to bottom."
"Fuck you!"
"That's the spirit."
Pitch growled and turned away. He rested his chin on his arm and glared across the room. No matter how he hard he tried, it was impossible to get under the Guardian's skin. "I won't forget this insult." Pitch said.
"No one is insulting you." North sighed. "Why must you act like this? You enjoy it. You enjoy having me inside of you so why must you keep fighting? Why can't you just admit it?"
"Because it's weakness!" Pitch screamed. "And I cannot—will not—abide by weakness especially in me!" The Boogeyman sighed. "Get off of me. The mood is ruined and I'm tired."
"Yes," North agreed. He slid out of Pitch. The Boogeyman hissed and the Guardian looked startled. "You are hurt?"
"No, it's nothing." Pitch murmured. "I just need rest." The Boogeyman lay on his side. To his surprise North moved to lay behind him, wrapping his bear arms around the smaller man. "What do you think you're doing?" Pitch demanded.
North blinked at him innocently. "I am tired too. You don't mind do you?"
Pitch sighed and closed his eyes determined to ignore the nude Guardian currently pressed against his back. He just wants to make sure he gets his stupid coat back. Idiot. "You better not snore."
Pitch slowly roused from his slumber. It wasn't easy to tell time down in his lair, but he knew that he felt energized the closer it got to sunset. He guesstimated that he'd been asleep for almost two hours. The Boogeyman sighed. "I'm surprised you're still here."
North kissed his ear. The Guardian had been rubbing himself against the soft, fleshy underside of Pitch's ass. He brushed his thumb over Pitch's nipple. "Why would I leave?"
Pitch arched a hairless brow. "You got what you wanted. Why would you stay?"
"I am not done with you."
The Nightmare King shuddered. "I have no time for games, Nicholas."
"Not a game." North kissed him again. He repositioned his hips so that he was pressed in the crease of the Nightmare King's rear. The Guardian of Wonder groaned at the feeling.
The Boogeyman made a face. "You can't be serious! I don't have time for this! I have things to do."
"Oh? And what would these 'things' be?"
Pitch tensed. "Oh you know the normal things." he swallowed. "I was going to do the dishes. Later, I was thinking of taking a moonlit stroll. The usual."
"You don't have kitchen."
The Boogeyman turned slightly to look at North. "Were you snooping while I rested?" he scowled. "I had no idea that becoming a Guardian gave you leeway to be rude."
North shrugged. "I was bored." He smiled. "You look so beautiful while you sleep."
"And people have the audacity to call me creepy." Pitch grumbled, turning his back to the Guardian. He allowed North to continue to rut against him. He quickly tired of that though. "Just stick it in already." Pitch muttered.
North stilled. A deep chuckle rumbled through the Guardian's chest. "So impatient, my beautiful Pitch."
"I'm not impatient. I'm sore and sticky." The Boogeyman argued. "And since when am I your Pitch?"
"Since always," Nicholas answered. He circled Pitch's opening with his index finger. "You are still stretched and slick. This is good. Very good. Now I can jump right in, so to speak."
Pitch snorted in response. "Ohhh," he groaned softly when North finally entered him. "Oh yes." Pitch placed his hand on top of the arm that North had around his waist. "That's nice…"
The Guardian fucked him at a slow, lazy pace that made Pitch's toes curl. "You're really good at this." Pitch commented. "Had practice?"
"Before I was Guardian I was king of bandits." North grunted. "Mostly men. We had urges." The Guardian let the subject drop.
Pitch pressed closer to North. "Mmm! Whatever the case, you've picked up a few tricks."
The Guardian chuckled. "I thought you said you weren't enjoying this?"
"I also said not to ruin it by speaking."
Pitch had no idea what Nicholas St. North had taken before coming to his lair, but he knew it had to be something. There was no way that a man of his age (magic or no magic) should have this amount of stamina. North currently had Pitch up against the wall, his meaty hands cupped the Nightmare King's bottom as he pounded into him. Pitch had his arms around North's neck, holding on for dear life as the Guardian bounced him up and down on his cock. "Faster, North!" the Boogeyman panted. He threw back his head and screamed. "I need more." The cold stone was probably destroying his back, but Pitch didn't care. He was too lost in the moment. "Yes! Oh! Oh! North, yes! Just like that!"
North's chest heaved from exertion. A roar bubbled up from the Guardian's throat and he pulled Pitch tight against his body as he rolled his hips one final time. The Boogeyman went slack against him and North cradled him close. North placed Pitch on the floor for a moment, before picking him up again and carrying him through the caverns bridal style.
"Where are you taking me?" the Nightmare King asked groggily.
"To bedroom," the gift-giver answered. "You are dead on feet."
Pitch's head rested on North's shoulder. "You knew I had a bedroom." He grumbled. "And yet you insisted on fucking me on the floor."
"I did not know where room was until I went exploring." North told him.
Pitch didn't reply. Nicholas glanced at him and saw the Nightmare King had already dozed off.
Pitch woke to find himself in his bed. North's heavy red coat was draped over him like a blanket but the Guardian was nowhere to be seen.
The Boogeyman sat up and looked around his room, searching for any sight of the Guardian. While he didn't find North he did see the sandwich and note that the Guardian of Wonder had left for him on his bedside table.
Dearest Pitch,
I must return to Workshop. Christmas is only 362 days away and I must get to work! I hope that our time together has taught you something about yourself. Pitch, I want you to be happy, but you will never find happiness until you understand what it is that you truly want. Until you can actually admit what it is that you REALLY want you will always be miserable and alone. It is inebita inevatable inevitable. You must let go of this foolish pride. I know it is hard, Ангел мой, because you are proud man. It is one of the things that have always drawn me to you. It is why I invited you to Pole long ago.
I informed Olga, one of the yetis in charge of cooking, that you didn't have a kitchen. You should have seen face! She was horrified! I can't even imagine what she would do if she saw how skinny you are! Probably faint. She asked me to give you this sandwich.
Ангел мой, when you are ready to accept what it is that you truly want and need then I have left you with the proper thing to help.
Always yours,
Nicholas St. North, Guardian of Childhood
P.S. Olga wants to know if you have allergies. I suspect she wants me to bring food basket. Be prepared for many, many leftovers because I saw her slaughter one of the pigs.
Pitch stared at the note. He read it twice. With a huff, the Boogeyman threw it aside and slid out of bed. He didn't have time for such nonsense.
I need a shower. A nice long, hot shower.
The Boogeyman stood beneath the water, thinking about the contents of North's letter. The more he thought about it the more it irritated Pitch.
How dare he? How dare North assume he knew what Pitch really wanted! Pitch knew what he wanted. The Guardian was an idiot. North was playing mind games. Nothing more and nothing less and Pitch would be damned if he let that fat idiot distract him from his goals.
Toweling off, Pitch walked back to his room. He stepped over the note and sat on the bed. Pitch looked over at North's coat.
I can't believe he just left it. Pitch rubbed his fingers against the material. With a frown, he lifted a sleeve to his nose and sniffed.
Oh! It smelled just like North! It had the Russian Guardian's strange scent of cookies, ice, and vodka.
Pitch smiled and slipped into the coat. It was very warm, but the Boogeyman supposed it had to be. North's scent invaded his nostrils and Pitch moaned. His right hand rose to pinch his nipple while his left traveled south to caress his hardening member. The Nightmare King closed his eyes and pictured North's face above him, watching Pitch as he pleasured himself.
Stroke faster, Pitch.
Spread your thighs further apart.
Such a pretty flush.
Angel moi.
Pitch screamed as warm, grey fluid shot out against his stomach. He barely glanced down as he grabbed his towel and wiped away the mess.
He felt empty and dissatisfied. The lair was suddenly too large and too empty. Too cold and too…
Lonely…
Pitch sighed and pulled North's coat around him. There was something in one of the pockets and it bumped against his thigh.
Pitch frowned and reached into the pocket.
It was a snow globe.
Why? Why would North leave this—?
When you are ready to accept what it is that you truly want and need then I have left you with the proper thing to help.
Pitch slowly smiled. Sentimental old fool. He pressed the cool glass of the snow globe against his cheek.
"North, where have you been?" Toothiana hovered over the other Guardian. "The yetis said you were gone for a day and a half!"
"I was out." North said simply.
Tooth looked at Sandy for some help. The dreamweaver shrugged. "Well," the Tooth Fairy sighed. "You're back and that's all that matters."
North smiled sadly. "Yes, I suppose."
Sandman floated over to North. A series of images formed and collapsed in sand. Nicholas waved him away. "Is not important, Sandy." He shook his head.
Phil barged into the room, waving his furry arms. North held up his hands. "Calm down!" he ordered. "Inside voice! Now what is it?"
Phil pulled at his facial fur and yammered something. North's eyes widened.
He ran from the room.
"What's going on?" Toothiana demanded. "Phil!"
The yeti just pointed. With a frustrated sigh, the Fairy Queen flew out to follow her friend.
Sandy looked sadly at the platter of cookies and eggnog. Hanging his head he went to follow after his fellow Guardians.
The Guardian of Dreams ran (or floated as the case would be) right into Tooth's feathered rump. He blushed mightily and tried to apologize but the fairy wasn't even looking at him.
Sandy peeked around her leg to see what it was that had Toothiana's attention and his jaw dropped.
Standing before one of North's closing portals was none other than Pitch Black.
The Boogeyman looked around nonplussed at the sight of yetis pointing spears and swords at him as well as the shocked expressions of both Toothiana and Sandman. Pitch's gaze settled on North who was grinning at him like a child on Christmas.
"Pitch!" Tooth snarled, her feathers flaring out. "What are you doing here? How did you get North's globe."
Pitch ignored her and continued looking at the Guardian of Wonder. He squared his shoulders and cleared his throat. "You forgot your coat." The Boogeyman said softly. He nodded at the coat that was currently arranged on his shoulders like a cape. "I thought I should return it to you."
If possible, North's smile grew wider. "Very considerate of you," the gift-giver chuckled. "But is that only reason you are here?" North stepped forward. He ignored Tooth's gasp.
Pitch averted his eyes, suddenly aware of how awkward the situation was. "I-" he stopped. Pitch closed his eyes and fought to steady his nerves. "I'm so sick of being alone." He whispered.
North placed his hands on Pitch's shoulders. The Boogeyman looked into his face and smiled weakly. "I am proud of you." The Guardian said. "I know how hard that was for you." He pulled Pitch into a hug and was delighted when the Nightmare King hesitantly returned it.
"North!" Toothiana interrupted. "Some of us are a little in the dark. Mind telling us what the heck is going on?"
North rubbed Pitch's back. "I have taken Pitch as my lover. He will be staying here from now on."
Tooth and Sandy's faces were comical. "Are you serious?" the fairy demanded. "After all he's done?"
"Everyone deserves second chance."
Toothiana looked flustered. "Well yes but," she paused. Realization donned on her face. "That's where you were wasn't it? You were with Pitch! How long has this been going on?"
"Not long," North admitted. "But I have always desired Pitch. It has just taken this long to act on feelings." He gave the Boogeyman's rump a squeeze. Pitch slapped at his arm. "Come friends! We will discuss more over dinner! After which, I will give tour of Workshop to Pitch." He led the Nightmare King to the dining hall.
"I have stipulations, Nicholas." Pitch frowned as he dragged away. "I will be keeping my old home."
"Of course," the Guardian smiled.
"I'll need it for when this place finally drives me insane." Pitch eyed an elf eating paste.
"I completely understand."
"And I don't want those nasty little imps coming near me. Who knows where their hands have been!"
"Yes, yes, angel moi."
Pitch opened his mouth to state another demand when he was cut off by the sound of a yeti yowling.
The grey-furred yeti in question stared at Pitch in what could only be described in horror before disappearing through a double action door. It reappeared five seconds later with a platter of assorted cheeses in one hand and three-tiered double fudge cake balanced in the other.
The yeti stopped in front of Pitch and nodded at the cheeses and cake. Pitch looked at the yeti and from its expression he could tell she wanted him to eat every single bite. The Boogeyman eyed the food before glancing at North. "Olga?"
North nodded. "Olga."
Jack Frost landed in the Warren. He was bored. Pitch was off somewhere doing who knows what and no one at the Pole had seen North.
That just left visiting with his favorite grumpy Pooka.
"Bunny!" the ice elf shouted. "You here, Cottontail? Whoa!" the youngest Guardian was caught off-guard when thick vines wrapped around his ankles. They splayed his legs apart and another thick vine wrapped around his wrists pulling his arms above his head. "The hell is going on?!" Jack screamed and struggled, but he couldn't get free.
"Well, well, well," a familiar voice chuckled. "What have we here?"
Jack looked up to see Bunny sitting on top of one of his Egg Sentinels. The Pooka was wiping down one of his boomerangs and grinning. "G'day, Jack."
"Bunny!" the Guardian of Fun sagged with relief. "You've gotta do something! Your plants have gone crazy!"
"Nah," Bunnymund strolled over to the trapped Guardian. "I think you're going to stay tied up like that 'til I'm good and done with ya."
"Bunny!"
"Sorry, Jack-O." Aster grinned. He ran a paw up Frost's shirt feeling the cool and smooth skin. "Nothing I can do."
Jack tried to ignore the fluttering feeling as the Easter Bunny explored him. "Why?" the cyromancer licked his lips. "Why are you doing this?"
Bunnymund looked surprised. "Why?" he repeated. Aster grinned. "Because you're on the Naughty List."
