Set years after the movie in a time when Jack and Pitch are now a couple and live together in the boogieman's lair. Because of this Jack is no longer a Guardian and his bonds with the Guardians are fading slowly, making the boy turn to a slightly darker side of thinking thanks to these feelings of abandonment and the fact he is so often around the Nightmare king. But who said Pitch ever wanted Jack to change?
It was Easter when they all realised just how much Jack was breaking down, just how dangerous he could be, and just how much he meant to Pitch...

Disclaimers:
-I do not own Rise of the guardians nor any of it's characters, just this story and it's concept.
-I also do not own the cover picture. (I might draw one later on though.)

Warning! this story contains: violence, abusive behaviour, swearing, gay sexual behaviour : consensual and possible non consensual

My Jack would not hate Easter...
Prologue:

Pitch paced back and forth in front of his globe, irritated and unsure of what to do.
He saw a flash of white and blue in the corner of his eye as Jack entered through a tunnel on one of the higher levels and floated down, landing beside Pitch. Acting no differently than before, as the reason to his worry and pondering stood staring beside him, not even greeting Jack, the older man continued to pace about, clearly deep in thought.
Jack was hesitant to talk with the way his lover was acting, and so stood still watching him for a minute before losing patience.

"Hey, Pitch." No answer.
"Pitch?" Still nothing...
"Piiiitch~"

"Not now Jack, I'm busy." The Boogieman waved his hand dismissively.

"I just wanted t-"

"I said not now!" He turned quickly on his heals, facing Jack. The boy's eyes widened and he froze from the unexpectedly harsh reaction, but he quickly regained his composure. Walking up to Pitch he grabbed hold of his collar, pulling him down to his level.

"Dick! I just wanted to know if you were planning something for the day after tomorrow, for Easter!" Pitch stared down at him for a moment before answering.

"Easter?"

"Yes!" Jack harshly let go of the man's clothing, looking up at him from under dark eyelashes. Were his eyelashes always so... dark?
"You dumb ass, I just wanted to know if you've planed anything... you know, to ruin it."
His eyes too... were they always such a deep blue?

"No... Not particularly... Why?"

"Well I just thought you would have. Thought it would be fun to mess with that damn kangaroo's Easter a little, you know?" Jack chuckled, a smirk growing on his lips. But that laugh wasn't the laugh that Pitch knew and loved. That smirk wasn't the innocent cheeky grin he'd come to adore.
It was all too dark for Jack.
Pitch stared down at him with a frown, his fists clenched at his sides.
"What? Don't want to have a little fun with me? Or..." He got closer, putting his hand on Pitch's chest, stroking his fingers around it.
Such quick changes of emotions...
"Is there another kind of fun you want to have with me first? hmm~?" Jack's anger had gone and he looked up at Pitch seductively.
That's when Pitch cracked.

"That's it!" He slapped Jack's hand away.

"P-Pitch..?" Pitch's eyes were full of anger, this time sending fear through the younger's body.
"What... What's wrong with you?"

"Shut your mouth!" Jack took a step back, but Pitch took a step forward.

"Why are you angry?! I thought you'd love to Ruin Easter with me!" He tried to seems as if he was not afraid and stood up straighter, gaze hardening again.
"You did always want me to join you, right?! Too spread fear with you?!"

"I said shut your mouth!" Pitch slapped Jack's face hard with the back of his hand, sending him flying to the floor with a surprised and pained yelp. Jack hit the ground with a thud, banging the side of his head in to the hard stone floor. Pitch regretted his action the moment the pained sound had left Jack's lips. He quickly moved over and kneeled beside his head.

"Jack!" the boy moaned but only moved his left arm slightly, reaching for his staff that had fallen out of his grip, wanting to protect himself. Pitch stopped him, pulling his hand back and sitting him up. If Jack had gotten a grip on his staff, he would have hit Pitch with it to get away, before trying to harm him more by shooting ice his way. Pitch would have been forced to defend himself, and they would have fought and harmed each other... Again. Just like they had already done times before. Not wanting them to fight anymore, Pitch pulled him in to his lap, holding the boy's wrists, making sure he couldn't get away.
"Jack... I..." Jack's face was full of fear when he quickly looked up at Pitch, before turning his attention back to his staff that now lay further away.

"Please..."

"... Y-yes..?"

"Please don't hurt me... Please, I'm sorry..!" That's when Pitch noticed the tears that began to role down Jack's face, and over the small gash that now lay across his right cheek bone, surrounded by bruising flesh. He Pulled him closer, holding him in a tight but gentle embrace.

"Oh Jack, I'm sorry, forgive me my love I did not mean for this..."

"P-please don't hurt me.." Jack's voice was trembling and quiet as fear kept him still in the warm hold.

"Shh, I'm not going to harm you, it's okay, it's okay..." Pitch cooed in his ear, trying to calm him down.
"I'm so sorry Jack. I'm stressed, I lost my temper; please forgive me..." Jack whimpered and shook, and Pitch could not forgive himself for losing his temper so easily; it was as if he had had no control over it...
It was his own fault that Jack was becoming like this. He had to fix it. He couldn't lose him. He couldn't lose his Jack who was innocent, kind and loving; who loved to have fun and laugh and pull harmless pranks; to the same darkness that had pulled Pitch himself down centuries ago.

Pitch sat there for who knows how long, cradling Jack's still crying form tightly in his arms, rocking him slightly as he hushed him until he eventually fell asleep.
When he did, Pitch stood up, holding the boy bridal style he melted in to the shadows and reappeared in their bed chamber. He gently took Jack's hoodie off and placed him under the covers of their bed. Reaching in to the shadows underneath the bed, he pulled out the boy's staff and leaned it against the bed-side table so that Jack wouldn't worry where it was when he woke up.
Sitting down on the side of the mattress beside his beautiful lover, he stroked the sleeping boy's snow white hair as he examined the cut and bruising on his face, before kissing his forehead and disappearing in to the dark once again.

So, My other fic has a broken Pitch, now here's an Easter themed one, as specially for Easter, with broken Jack!~
Poor little sad Jack, what will happen?

I know this is kinda short but it's just the prologue, so the rest will be longer!~

To those who are reading my other BlackIce fanfiction 'Corruption of evil', don't worry I'm not stopping, I'm just stuck on chapter 7... But a lot is written out already. I may even have to split it in to two chapters cause it's already more than 6200 words long, so when it's finished the chap could reach around 8000 words, which is a bit long I think. But we'll see.

Hope you all enjoy reading.
I love to hear from you in reviews, they really do inspire me to keep going, so I'd love to know what you think so far, and if any of you have any ideas at any time that you'd like to see I'd love to know~