Hello dearies~ I swear I had some self-control back then but these plots just kept popping up around like bunnies! What is going on in my mind? Anyway, I really enjoy this plot because it's completely different from the things I've been writing the past weeks and I couldn't let it slip away. I hope you guys enjoy it, and thank you for reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians.

Summary: Jack and Pitch had been more than lovers for a while now, and there's always room for getting anything they always wanted. But no matter what happens, only death could do they apart. After all, their crimes were more than a simple work of art.
(human!AU; dark!Jack; partners in crime!Jack&Pitch)

Pairings: Jack/Pitch; Tooth/Bunnymund (mentioned)

Warnings: OOCness everywhere; violence; lots of swearing; bank robbery; mentions of physical and mental abuse; etc.
(No really this is rated M for plenty of good reasons)

Like a disease I'm always in the wrong
And now the numbness wearing off
Can't stand the pain

I get in line (I always do)
I always do
Need to be patient
While perfecting death's design

Throat Full of Glass - Combichrist

The loud beating music barely bothered him as he stepped into the death trap that others dared to call a 'simple party', too accostumed to the noises and flashing lights and dense fog covering almost every inch of his sight. It was incredibly hot inside, thanks to the heat radiating off all the sweaty bodies, it was too easy to fall over temptation and allow himself to get lost in there, to fall prey to the seductive drugs calling his name over and over again, promising to make him forget, to make him feel better. And just as easily he pushed the empty promises away, slipping between dangerous hands and offensive bodies, moving through the crowd as invisible as he had always been, eyes focused on the prize waiting patiently for him in the end of the dance floor.

Nothing else really mattered that night. It had to be perfect, as everything else in his life.
There could be no mistakes. No hesitation.

Rude, harsh fingers brushed against his and he slipped the piece of paper into his pocket, safe from prying eyes.

They exchanged a glance for no more than a second and then he moved back, soft and swift, into the crowd that would never see him and then out of the club, right into the streets filled with people that were no better than the ones he had seen a few minutes ago. Not that it really mattered now.

He entered a silent, dark alley when no one was paying attention (but again, did someone really pay any attention to him?) and reached into his pocket.

Blue eyes ran through the thin paper, decoring every word, every number before his fingers reached a lighter. Both a cigarette and the paper had been lit, and he watched with morbid pleasure as the information burned away quickly, desintegrating and becoming mere ashes floating in the already polluted air of a big city.

The cellphone vibrated in the back pocket of his jeans the next second, before he had even enough time to smoke his cigarette.
The damned creepy was always on time, as if he could expect anything else.

"Easter Sunday, 4pm. Gotta be good this time."

"It will."

No matter how times he had been told not to enter the house in that way, he'd never listen.

It was always exciting to have those slender hands that somehow held a death grip forcing his body against the wall. He couldn't help the adrenaline that flared up on his veins everytime he felt the cold muzzle of a pistol being dangerously pressed on his chin, and nothing was better than watch those golden eyes that resembled an eclipse burn in anger and mild panic, nothing could ever compare with those burning lips on his in a hungry, painful kiss. His tongue fought the other, and even if he knew it was a lost battle it didn't stop him from trying for a few moments before he finally submitted and moved away softly, ending the kiss.

Sharp nails dugged into his side in a way that surely would leave bruises later, yet he just batted his eyelashes at the taller man in the most innocent way he could think of in the moment.

"I swear I'll kill you one day if you keep coming in like this."

"Nah, you care too much for your carpet." The nails dugged deeper into his skin and he swallowed back the groan forming on his lips. "Okay Pitch, I got it. Have the others arrived yet?"

"About this..."

Blue eyes narrowed at the hesitation ringing on Pitch's velvet voice, and he took a mere moment to finally pay attention to his surroundings, trying to find the reason behind the taller man's sudden change of behavior. The fingers still keeping him in place were trembling softly, as if antecipating his outburst. The lights upstairs were off tonight, the second floor strangely dark at such a late hour. It meant they were reunited somewhere else, already planning for Sunday afternoon. Soft noises, voices whispering, came from the kitchen but there was something different about the way they talked. No, it was something else he couldn't quite glimpse...

Another voice came as soft as the others, and realization showered upon him.
It was a female voice that he had never heard before.

Anger bursted as quickly as a bullet traveling through his chest. A snarl escaped his lips and before he didn't even think about moving his fingers were already reaching inside his pocket, the muzzle of his own gun being pressed against Pitch's chin. A soft click echoed and he noticed how the muscles on the older man's neck moved up and down as he swallowed hard. The fingers on his side buried even deeper into his jacket, threatening to break the soft skin and make him bleed, yet he didn't falter, pressing even harder against the other's chin, a silent promise that he wouldn't be getting out of that without any marks.

"Jack, be a good boy and put it down."

"Oh love, you know better than tell me what to do. You have three seconds to tell what the fuck is going on before I decide you look prettier with a bullet inside your malfunctioning brain."

"We needed a new distraction, North knew someone perfect for the job."

"And since when we need a new distraction?"

"Since when I said so."

And even if Jack knew what was coming, even if he knew it'd hurt badly, he didn't back off until the touch on his now bruised side disappeared and long fingers wrapped around his hair in a painful grip, giving him a harsh tug before slamming his head against the wall behind him. The world vanished in a flash of white agony and his fingers lost the hold on the gun, that soon disappeared in Pitch's dark jacket. Just great...

"I may not tell you what to do, but I'm still the one in charge here. Now stop complaining like an annoying child before I decide to beat the hell out of you. Have I made myself clear?"

"Fuck you."

"I'd rather fuck you, alas we have company. Are you in?"

"When I'm not?"

"Job's pretty easy, sheila."

The deep accent made her blood run faster under her skin, yet she kept staring at the green eyes focused on her face. Bunnymund wasn't exactly handsome but he got some strange, attractive aura around him. Maybe it was because the strong arms, the scar running down his neck or the fact his eyes shone as bright as a pair of little emeralds. But quickly she shook the thoughts away from her mind, focusing on whatever the Australian was saying. She knew the job was easy - North would never put her in any danger, and she should be grateful for that. For everything he had done through the past years, in fact.

"Ya get in and distract a seller. Only thin' ya need to worry about is Frost."

"Not his real name too, I suppose?" She had learned that from North as well. Everyone in there seemed to carry some kind of persona around, and even she had got a new name the moment she stepped into the house. Tooth. It served well, if she cared. Bunnymund wasn't quite an intimidating name, just like hers, yet she liked it. But Frost... it sent a shiver down her spine.

"Ve don't know." North smiled from his chair, gentle and paternal as always. "Kid got no memories of his past. That's vhat he say, anyway."

"Just stay out of his way and ya'll be good. Kiddo got some problem on that head of his. Fell off the crib, I dunno. Thing is..." His voice became a whisper by now and Tooth moved her chair a bit closer to listen to his words. "Jack Frost is nuts, and I mean it. Stay away as much as ya can."

But before she had enough time to ask something else, the door cracked open and her eyes moved to the strange pair stepping inside the small kitchen. She had seen Pitch before, tall and elegant and well mannered beyond compare. His british accent and velvet voice could easily make any woman drop at his feet, if he wanted but there was something just wrong about him. Something hidden and dangerous. His golden eyes that sometimes shone in a silvery light made her skin crawl and she couldn't feel at ease around him, at least when they were alone. The 'big boss' only spared her a glance before smiling softly, pushing his companion closer to the table.

The pale boy growled under his breath, yet took a few steps closer and closer until he could almost touch her, and then their eyes finally met. His eyes were of an impossibly blue, shining in anger and something that she couldn't name but that wasn't worse than what she had noticed on Pitch. His expression, however, was blank and just after a long moment Tooth realized how young he was. He couldn't be older than eighteen, at most. White hair fell over his face, as pure as fresh fallen snow.

Oh. Now she could understand the name.

Silence fell over the kitchen as they simply stared at each other, and Tooth felt herself trembling in anxiety under such an intense gaze. Someone so young couldn't be so oppressive, yet Bunnymund's words kept swirling over her head for the long seconds Jack didn't take his eyes away from her face. And then, something inside him just seemed to relax and he offered her a soft, almost sweet smile that washed away all the tension she had been feeling.

"What's the name they got you?" His voice was filled with curiosity, nothing else.

"Tooth. Toothiana."

"Hm, like the fairy... I'm Jack Frost but you already know it. And here, just between you and me, honestly..." He leaned closer, his breath hot and thick against her ear. She shivered softly yet didn't dare to move away as her body screamed to. "Whatever they were talking about me, you should buy it. Welcome to the family, fairy."

Her heart decided to stop working for a long, painful second when their eyes met once more, and then he was gone without any other word.
Even so, she understood the unspoken threat hiding behind his sweet voice.

There was no going back from that now.

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