This is based off of the Little Mermaid. Mostly the scene between Ursula and Ariel. Okay… Completely based on that scene. I don't own anything besides the twisted mind that came up with this idea.

WARNINGS: Seductive Pitch, Non-Con, Consensual, Flirting, Concubine-esque Pitch

~Bargain~

Pitch Black was a monster, a demon, a treacherous cunning man who tricked thousands out of their most precious objects, their love, their money, and their lives. Not only that but he was a spirit. A very dark, mysterious spirit. Any sane minded individual would make a point of avoiding the cave in which he resided. But Jack Frost was not sane minded. Not right now. He was desperate. And the only person he knew who had the magic to help him was this devil of a man.

He had inched his way into the dark lair, terrified of what might be lurking around every rock. He had reached a globe with soft, glowing lights dotting the surface when he heard the smooth, seductive voice of Pitch Black.

"Jack Frost…" he hissed. Gray fingers slithered across his shoulders and down to the small of his back. "How may I help you, my child…?"

Exhaling a shaky breath, Jack whispered, "I… I want a spell…"

He heard the dark spirit hum slowly. "Speak your request…" he whispered, waltzing to the left of Jack, swaying his hips and smirking over his shoulder.

Swallowing, the frost spirit took a single step forward. "I… I want to be seen. I want people to see me. To hear me. I don't want anyone to walk through me ever again… I… I want to be touched by the children I bring joy to. I don't want to be alone anymore…"

Jack held his breath after speaking his terms. The dark man was facing away from him and the frozen spirit watched as he slowly clasped his thin grey hands behind his back. The tall dark spirit hummed once more, as if assessing Jack's desires.

And all at once, he turned to grin at the boy. "My, my," he cooed, "Such a steep request. Surely," he moved closer, running his fingers along the teen's chin, hissing sensually, "You must know that…" he gave a quiet, choked moan, pushing his nose to the frosty ear, "such a request demands valuable payment…"

He tapped his fingers against the boy's neck, smiling, before walking away again, still swaying and slithering like a snake.

Jack swallowed once more. "A-all I have is my staff…" he whispered as the dark man turned back to look at his sole possession.

The grey skinned spirit pouted and then waved his hand absently, face falling flat and interest dying faster than a moth in a flame. "I have no use for such a trinket," he mumbled lowly, "On your way."

Jumping forward, Jack shouted, "No, please! It's all I have!"

"Is it now?" Pitch Black responded, turning his head to look at the boy. He scanned the thin frame with hungry, glowing eyes. Giving another soft, sinuous moan, he said, "Mm, I rather doubt that…"

"I don't have anything else…" Jack whimpered, staring at the dark spirit. "Please, I'm desperate. I'll do anything- I just don't want to be alone anymore."

Suddenly hands were upon his stomach. Jack gasped and stiffened immediately as those hands stroked up his chest agonizingly slowly.

"Ohh…?" the dark man moaned into his ear, "You say you're willing to do anything to get what you want…?" Jack felt the hands slithering back down after having rubbed his nipples through his shirt.

"Y-yes…" he whispered, "Anything…"

Jack shrieked as he was yanked down once again, impaled by the dark spirit's body. Pitch chuckled deep in his throat as he raised him back up and slammed him back down onto his cock. He moaned at the cry of pain that escaped the spirit's mouth.

Holding the cold, shivering hips tight, the dark spirit continued this slow, agonizing ritual. He deflowered the frost spirit gradually and mercilessly; relishing every sob or wail of agony. His hot, sinful tongue lapped away the icy tears rolling down those pale cheeks.

"They will see you, Jack," he whispered, slowly moving the boy into a new position, "They will see you and you will never be alone again." Jack's face rested on the cold, rocky floor of the cave, arms useless as his hips were held up for Pitch to ravage.

Initial violation was over. Grinning at the broken spirit, Pitch licked his lips as he imagined the change in his cries. He began sliding in and out of the boy at a gentle, sensuous pace. He moaned at the slow, wet strokes of his own dick going in and out of that tight, frozen body. He re-positioned his length each thrust, searching for the one place that would make Jack release the most delicious cries of pleasure.

The boy whimpered as Pitch held his body up, slowly fucking it into impurity. He didn't want to feel the way he slid in and out with little resistance. He didn't want to hear the soft slick sounds of each pull out and the soft, barely there snaps of skin against skin on each push in. He didn't want it to feel good, but as Pitch continued pushing in and out, pumping himself into him, Jack's body undeniably reacted. He gave a soft moan at a particularly rough thrust back in.

Pitch repeated the fluid motion, and received the same desirable result. Jack moaned, pressing his cheek more fully into the ground below. As Pitch's shaft appeared and disappeared into his now dripping hole, the dark spirit reached a hand around and touched his deliciously sinful fingers to the tip of Jack's cock. The boy mewled as the thin appendages began tracing over his heated flesh. The feather light touches combined with the slow, purposeful lovemaking made Jack's moans that much louder. Pitch grinned as his customer pushed his buttocks back toward him. Before he even found the boy's prostate within him he was falling into the feelings.

Once the boy's moans were loud and needy and his hips pushed back to meet him at every thrust, Pitch was able to do what he had been longing for all night. He gripped Jack's body and began pounding him senseless. Jack wailed, thrashing his head from side to side, as he was taken. The touch- the sensation- it was too much.

Pitch's cock slammed into him over and over and over again. Searing heat pushed into his body, threatening to melt him. Jack moaned loudly as Pitch squeezed his dick. It felt so good. The helpless boy pressed his forehead to the floor as his back arched upwards into the shape of an 'n'. Pitch's length became a grey blur as it hammered into his body. Jack moaned at the slap of the spirit's skin against his. His skin… it was hot… He.. Ahh… Yes.. Hot… Ohh… More…

The dark spirit chuckled. Jack didn't even seem to realize that he was begging to be taken. As he ravaged the all too willing spirit, Pitch whispered, "Do you want me to cum inside you, Jack?"

"Yes!" the boy cried, "Yes, please! Cum inside me! I need it!" That was all the dark man needed to hear. He jackhammered as fast as he could into the icy cold hole. His wicked grin sprawled across his face as the teenage spirit screamed with his own release. Soon after the deliciously wet muscles clenched so violently down on Pitch's still rapidly moving length, he came as well.

His searing hot cum shot deep into the boy. Jack screamed as he felt it. "It's hot!" he wailed, "Pitch, I feel it in me!"

Several particularly vicious thrusts later, Pitch finished him off and let the spent body drop to the floor. He grinned down at his heaving, sweat speckled chest. Jack gave a quiet, tired moan. The dark spirit chuckled down at him. "Another satisfied customer," he hissed, slithering down to lick away a trail of the spirit's cool seed.

Jack gave another quiet moan and looked to the dark man. "I… I can feel it…" he whispered, "It's… It's in my belly… So warm…" Pitch chuckled and stroked the teen's bloated stomach.

"You will be seen," he whispered to the boy, "You shall never be alone… Was the price worth the rewards…?"

Jack smiled sleepily up at the cunning man. "I… I thought that was the reward…"