So this is a collaboration story done by Kalael and I as a sequel to Shiver. I wrote the Pitch chapters while they wrote the Jack chapters and we took turns! Unfortunately ffnet doesn't seem to have a multiple authors option like AO3, but I asked and they're fine with me posting the whole thing over here.
Also I'd like to cheerfully say that writing this fic together is how Kalael and I became friends and very recently began dating. That's right guys, if you ever lose hope for romance, just remember that you may find love by writing terrible noncon stalker fics! Isn't like beautiful?
WARNINGS FOR THIS STORY: This story includes harrassment, stalking, gaslighting, panic attacks, and Pitch being really really friggin terrible. Note that this story is not a romance, it's all verryyyy one sided.
Waiting is Pitch's specialty.
Half of fear is in the suspense. In the growing, building pressure as he waits for just the right moment to send the perfect Nightmare. He can watch a victim for hours before finding the one fear perfectly designed to break them.
He waited centuries, watching the world go without him, bided his time while he slowly learned how to infect Sanderson's golden dreamsand.
He could wait for eons, for the right incentive.
But it's becoming difficult.
It had taken everything in him to stop himself from tracking Jack down as soon as the boy vanished. Pitch had been left with nothing but the evidence on his hands (quickly cleaned, though the flavor had left his mouth too quickly afterwards) and a melting coat of frost.
He was alone again, warm and jittery, pacing on the spot as he thought about what had just happened.
For a brief, glorious moment Jack had been entirely his. Every bit of Jack had been focused on Pitch and nothing stood between them. No carefully watchful moon, no raging Guardians, just him, Jack, and the honest fear in the air.
And now Jack was far away, far from where Pitch could touch him, when he should be available whenever Pitch needed to feel that shuddering flesh.
Patience...Pitch thinks. Jack will come back. Pitch had given him something new, something no one else ever could. Pitch had taken him and given the boy something to belong to.
That, after all, is what Jack needed. He needed something to own him, something to make him feel real and believed in. It was why he had given in to the Guardians after all. Pitch couldn't blame Jack, really, for running to the first beings that gave him a purpose (though he had wanted to kill Jack for it, even in his defeat all he could think of was destroying Jack. Make him pay make him PAY for daring to turn Pitch down, daring to deny what was right in front of him so Pitch would rip him apart. Would bury his blade so deep in the boy that nothing would bring him back).
But Pitch had given him something better, had offered more. Pitch could own Jack and know him. He already knew him, in a way those blinding and brilliant fools never could. And he'd given Jack something they wouldn't even think of. Pitch had given him touch and companionship; he'd given him a brilliant, sharp truth that cuts down to the core of what they are.
Cold and fear and pleasure, all woven together to make something gorgeous that was theirs alone. Something solid that Jack couldn't deny forever.
He would come back, eventually. There was nothing else for him to do.