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Hey Frosties and Nightmares (Secretly been wanting to say that for ages). I just, firstly, want to thank ALL of you for the incredibly amazing reviews, for all the favourites and followers and for reading my stories! It means a lot to me and is greatly appreciated because writing gives me an escape from my casual life and lets me strive for something! I also hope everyone is having a great January and have an amazing 2014! Here is the prompt that I wrote this story for: And I'll leave you to reading :)

Fingernails slowly drag themselves down the sides of my torso, causing more pleasure than expected, throwing my heart and lust into overdrive. Lips press tenderly against my own, biting and pulling at the tender skin. The love filled lips press the corner of my mouth and continue to travel down to my neck, sucking. Once satisfied with the sure to be bruise marks that'll stand out of my skin, the lips continue on their path, down to my torso. Kissing the tinted muscles softly, a thumb presses against my left nipple, a fingernail circling my right. I pull feebly against the chains around my wrists, connecting me to the wall. I desperately want to return the pleasure and enjoy it with him. A finger slips under my pant line and runs underneath it. Another hand comes to the other side and the tight boxers are slipped down my legs, over my ankles and discarded somewhere on the floor. The chains dissipate and I'm dragged half into the shadows. He remains in his domain, keeping some of me with him. His hands pry my legs apart and his head comes close to my member. As his tongue begins to lick and almost play, in a way, with my erection, I can't stop my hands from gripping and intertwining with his black hair. As his lips press against the tip of my cock, he teases me purposefully, knowing I need my throbbing erection to be dealt with soon. Without intention, I force him to take all of my cock in his mouth. As soon as this happens, I quickly release his head, worried that I become too forceful. However, he doesn't seem to mind as I feel him smirk against my skin and take all of me in again.


I wake with a start. My eyes spring open and my vision meets only the darkness of my room. A hand locks with mine for reassurance.
"Jack, are you ok?" Pitch soothes, tiredly, leaning up in the bed.
"Yeah, just a nice memory." I breathe. I catch the faint outline of Pitch smirking and his hand presses against a clearly risen erection.
"It must've been a really good memory." Pitch chuckles, his lips slowly pressing against my neck. I release quiet moans of satisfaction as his hand kneads against me. He lies me back and his trail of kisses reaches my mouth and his tongue traces over my bottom lip. Suddenly, a whir of machinery roars up as the workshop gets into motion, signaling my wake up call.
"That's my signal to leave." Pitch whispers, exiting the bed and allowing the shadows to wrap him in his robes. He leans over the bed and kisses softly.
"I'll be back after your duties are done." He promises me. I watch him disappear into the shadows. I can't seem to wipe a smirk off my face, that has seemed to etch itself on in Pitch's company. Not even when I'm sitting at the solid oak table, attending breakfast with the other Guardians an hour later. The group bustle around me, the light clanking of cutlery against china plates. Oblivious to the world around me, their talking fills my ears, but doesn't seem to filter as I only catch part of their sentences, the rest being a blur of noise. However, I do notice when it suddenly becomes quiet and Tooth whispers something about me. I quickly snap out of my grinning trance and reach for the butter to smother my toast with.
"Jack, what is wrong today? You seem distracted." North asks the question that everyone is thinking. Everyone has stopped their conversation and breakfast meal to look at me expectantly for an answer. I look blankly at them all for a second before reply.
"Oh? Nothing. I was just.. thinking about spreading some early frost in places." I reply with a believable lie.
"EARLY frost? We've only just had Easter mate!" Bunny exclaims, clearly emphasizing how 'early' the frost would be. The Guardians have most likely noticed this, but instead of standing around awaiting more questions, I grab my toast, excuse myself from the table and fly out of the entrance doors.


I flit through city streets. From the morning air in Spain, to the busy streets of New York. I grapple to the Empire State building's spire and lean with it against the wind, watching bustling crowds of people, shopping, going back to work from lunch, sightseeing. Releasing a sharp whistle from my lips, the wind grips my clothes once again and pulls me back, frost and snowflakes bursting from my fingertips and crackling from my staff. People grasp onto lose belongs to prevent them from flying from their grip. I continue my travels, which eventually brings me to the midnight skies of Japan. I skate onto an unfrozen pond, ice instantly forming under my feet, and stop on the grassy banks. I look around the empty park, cherry blossom petals circling my feet and rolling throughout the blades of grass. Japan always seemed to inspire the romantic spark in me. Well, the romantic spark I didn't realize I had until me and Pitch made our relationship in expendable. I watch as the parting wind rustles the trees softly, more cherry blossom petals gliding gracefully down to the ground around me. I breath in the scent of the air around me and fall down onto the pink decorated grass. I breath in deep and smirk. Whether you would call this overly happy or drunk with love, I don't know. But I do know that I've been like this since the relationship has been thriving and just thinking of Pitch made it difficult to get out of this mood. Of course, this was secret from the Guardians. If they found out about my new found relationship with the enemy, they'd kill me for sure. So the amount of lies I've been telling this week comes close to how many rules Ive broken this month. And I'm not really a rule follower. 'Well, that's what you get for being alone for three hundred years.' I think to myself, eyeing the moon accusingly. 'A very desperate heart for something other than friendship.' However, Pitch... He was different from all the people I've met on my travels as a Guardian. He was caring enough that if I asked for help he would oblige without complaint, but he also gives me my space if I require it. And he's a devil in the bedroom. He's got everything I could ever want in a relationship.
"Heh, what happened to Guardian duties?" I hear a voice taunt. A hand brushes through my hair and a body lays down next to mine, entwining fingers with my own.
"The Guardians were pestering me with questions about my recent moods, so I made a believable lie and left for a few." I reply, moving into his side slightly more.
"We could carry on with this morning now... If you want." I suggest, biting my lips slightly after my sentence. Pitch allows a small chuckle to escape his lips as his hands smooth up my abdomen under my hoodie.
"Unlike some, Jack Frost," he begins, standing above me, "I have work to do, people to scare, dreams to corrupt..." He trails, stepping away from me. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he turns back to me slightly.
"Unless, a young frost spirit, that is required to protect children's dreams, comes along and insists that he stops me." Pitch smirks, continuing his walk. I laugh as I jump to my feet and follow the shadow spirit across the park and throughout the country of Japan.

Thanks for reading! As usual please review and tell me what you think! I will be posting regularly for this story (hopefully daily) but it wont have as many as my most recent fics: 'When Nightmares Attack' and 'The Shadows Return'. Thanks again!x