Warnings: contains yaoi, dark desires, and a side to Jack Frost you've never seen before. You've been warned. And also, I don't own Rise of the Guardians or any of the character. Just a fan girl looking for some naughty amusement :)
Jack hummed to himself as he walked. It was an old tune his mom used to sing him when he was human. Ever since he had gotten his memories back, the tune had been stuck in his head. He carelessly tapped his staff against trees as he walked serenely through the woods of Burgess.
Earlier in the day he had created a snowball fight for Jamie and his friends, but now they were all asleep, leaving jack to wander around the frozen woods by himself. He considered catching some sleep as well, but he was much to content to be tired. Things were finally starting to look up for the winter spirit. He had friends, he was believed in, and the world was safe. He hadn't seen or heard of Pitch Black in a long time...though sometimes he let his mind wander.
He knew it was wrong to imagine such things about the Boogeyman, but he couldn't help it. He had realized that his interests were piqued by very different things than normal boys a long time ago. And the fact that Pitch was so powerful and full of evil energy just made Jack shudder in absolute longing. But no matter...Pitch was gone now.
Jack decided he was actually tired and let the wind carry him to a tree branch relaxing against the trees trunk, and making sure his grip on his staff wouldn't relax during his sleep, he closed his eyes and dozed off into a peaceful sleep.
Jack wasn't sure if the snapping of twigs was part of his dream or real life. But whether or not he was actually awake or still asleep, he sat up to investigate the source of the noise. He was sure he'd heard it. The crunch of snow under feet and the snap of a dried twig. But then the surrounding area fell quiet again.
Floating down to the snowy ground, he looked around with hesitation. Who else could be out here so late? All the immortals were surely busy, and all the kids were asleep. Maybe it was just an animal. Another snap drew his attention into the trees surrounding the little clearing he found himself in.
"hello?" he asked the cold quiet air. If it was an animal, his voice would surely scare it off. But nothing, no voice nor sound, followed his call. Suddenly he had a thought. "Bunnymund is that you?" silence. "i swear if this is another surprise dye attack I will send as many blizzards on Easter as possible!" he shouted. Instead of the friendly laugh he had been hoping for, a dark one sounded throughout the clearing. It send an unwanted shudder up Jack's spine.
"You look so cute when you're terrified." the seductive voice that followed confirmed Jack's dreaded suspicion. Pitch.
"I am not afraid of you Pitch." Jack said defensively.
"Hmm...that's what you say. But I seem to sense something beneath that pretty little mask you wear." Jack continued to spin around, searching for the Nightmare King in the dark calm night. He had yet to show his face to the boy.
"Where are you?!" Jack finally demanded.
"I'm everywhere Jack." He sneered.
"Show yourself coward!" there was another dark laugh followed by footsteps.
"you're no fun Jack." Pitch pouted as he emerged from the treeline. Jack immediately pointed his staff at the King of Nightmares, warning him not to get any closer. He discreetly looked the demon over, finding to his relief that he hadn't changed much since their last meeting. He was a little taller and his face was a more pleasant configuration, but he was still dark and evil. It made Jack tingle a little, even though he knew it shouldn't. He shouldn't even be looking the man over, definitely not liking what he saw. He noticed with a blush that Pitch too was looking him over, unconsciously licking his lips.
"How did you escape the nightmares?" Jack asked to divert his thoughts from Pitch's body to the current situation.
"Oh they left ages again. I just chose to stay underground. It's quieter there."
"So what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing. It's you're dream." Jack flushed. So he was still asleep. But...why would he willingly call Pitch from his dark lair into his dreams? Sure he had fallen asleep thinking about the Nightmare King, but he didn't honestly think he'd summon the guy. Instead he took a defensive stance.
"Dream?! You mean nightmare!"
"hey, I'm off duty. This is all your doing Frost." Pitch held up his hands like he was surrendering. Jack couldn't believe it. He had really called forth the Boogeyman into a dream of him minds design. Instantly he wandered just what his dream wanted him to do with Pitch. It made him blush just to consider the possibility. Pitch noticed the blush and smirked. "Why did you dream me here Jack?" it made the Winter Spirit tingle to hear the darker immortal say his name.
"I...nothing. Just confusion I guess." He said proudly. Pitch arched an eyebrow, not buying the boy's sad excuse. "Wake me up Pitch." He said instead of acknowledging it. He couldn't willingly wake himself up from such a real dream, but surely someone who controlled dreams could. Pitch smirked at the boy and considered him. He'd obviously called him here for a reason. Maybe another one of the Winter Spirit's demented fantasies. He knew about all of them, and he personally found them very inviting. But he didn't have power of the Guardian. He had to wait to receive a welcome invitation from the boy. Jack stood staring Pitch down, waiting for him to wake him up. But instead Pitch only smirked, looking deep in thought. Until finally he sighed.
"Nah." he said simply. It surprised Jack. Wasn't this supposed to be his dream? Couldn't he make Pitch obey him if it was his dream? Like Pitch could read Jack's mind, he tisked at the boy. "You're not the only participant in this dream Jack. I have equal control." he began letting his eyes roam the boys form again, making the young immortal blush bright red. "You're blushing Jack...it's positively adorable." Jack blushed even deep and started backing away from the dark spirit. Pitch pursued calmly, until Jack found himself trapped between Pitch and a tree.
"I'm not blushing!" Jack claimed. Pitch laughed, the sound making Jack's stomach flip. He suspected that Pitch knew exactly the effect he had over the younger spirit. His mind filled with dark ideas about what he would have Pitch do to him if he could. If he was brave enough to ask. But the very thought made his more resolved not to let himself get carried away. Pitch too was pondering all the things Jack had thought up over the years. All the twisted scenarios the boy had created in his mind. They made him practically glow in lust. Jack slipped away from the Boogeyman and started muttering to himself. "I have to wake up. I have to wake up. I have to wake up."
Pitch decided then that he would probably have to be the one to initiate Jack's demented fantasies. He had to keep the boy there until he surrendered to his dark desires. He quietly walked up behind the fretting boy and gripped both his wrists, making Jack loose hold of his staff. The young one gasped and tried to wrench away from the contact, but Pitch was much stronger than him. He held fast to his wrists.
"Pitch let me go!" he demanded.
"We both know that's not what you want Jack." Pitch whispered in his ear, his hot breath touching the cold spirit's cheek like a scorching flame. It sent goosebumps down the boys body and a shudder of delight up his spine. Pitch's hands moved from his wrists to his waist, bringing the boys body flush against his own. Jack gasped upon finding the Nightmare King just as aroused as he was. It was uncomfortable though and he immediately tried to step away from the tormenting spirit.
"No Pitch, I..."
"Shh...it's okay Jack. The Guardians will never know." he assured the Winter Spirit and pressed his warm mouth to the boys neck, reveling in the sweet taste of Jack's skin. He opened his teeth and bit down on Jack's sensitive skin, freeing the delicious blood from beneath. Jack moaned loudly, soaking up the slight pain and immense pleasure he received from the intense bite. He couldn't believe it, but he was willing to surrender himself to the Boogeyman right then and there.
Suddenly he was on the ground, under Pitch. Pitch had him straddled and held his wrists tight above his head. Trapped as he was, he couldn't deny the aroused tent in his pants. Pitch noticed and smirked down at the boy.
"You have a naughty mind Jack Frost." he commented lovingly. He crushes his hot lips to Jack's freezing ones and forced his tongue past the Winter Spirits teeth to fully taste the boys mouth. When he pulled back, he received an adorable moan of discontent from Jack and laughed darkly. "You're mine Jack Frost." he whispered seductively. Jack loved the sound of that. But at the back of his mind, he pictured North or Tooth or Sandy if they found out. How they would react to their newest Guardian giving into his darkest desires.
Suddenly he didn't want this. He wanted Pitch to take him, but above all else, he was Guardian. How could he be a Guardian, and protect the innocence in children, if he himself was corrupt? He couldn't do this. He had to stop. Jack started to squirm underneath the Nightmare King, ultimately deciding against the situation.
"Pitch stop!" He nearly shouted. Pitch was taken back by the sudden change in Jack. He sensed the boys hesitation in his mind, and saw plain as day that it was the Guardian side of Jack that wanted him to refrain from letting go with Pitch. This made the Boogeyman glow red with anger. Once again the Guardians were going to come between him and what he wanted. And he had waited far to long for Jack to invite him in to stop now. Jack saw the anger in Pitch's eyes and began to squirm even more. "Pitch let me go!"
"No." Pitch bit, his hold on the boy getting stronger. All trace of playfulness was gone from Pitch's feature. Jack began to get worried by the look in Pitch's eyes and tried desperately to escape from the grasp of this madman. It only angered Pitch more.
"P-Pitch!" He begged. The sky darkened with black shadow clouds, and the previously warm snow turned bitter and stinging. Jack's eyes widened with realization
This wasn't his dream anymore. This was a Nightmare. Pitch's domain. He lost all power to the Boogeyman, and he was afraid. And Pitch drank it all up.