A/N: I first got the idea for this after finding some smutty 30-day OTP challenge thing online (no, not the 30-day OTP challenge), one of the last few of which was to come up with a threesome. At first I thought of doing a Jack/Pitch/Tooth piece, but then I was all "No, Pitch/Jack/Bunny!" Just 'cause it would screw with Pitch's head more.

And Pitch's head is so much fun to screw with })


Bunnymund's ear was getting in the way of him leaving a love bite on Jack's neck. Remind Pitch why he'd agreed to do this, again?

Jack was currently sandwiched between him and the pooka, rutting against the latter while he suckled his chest. Pitch watched in disgust as the rabbit caught Jack's nipple between his front teeth, then went to card his own fingers through Jack's hair and tug his head back, sighing in his ear the way he knew he liked.

"Sensitive, ain't ya, frostbite?" Bunny purred, "Thought Pitch would've worked that outta ya by now."

"What the hell are you implying, fleabag?!"

Pitch noticed how tightly he was squeezing Jack's skull at the moment and relaxed his fingers to comb them through Jack's hair again. He cleared his throat at the anger in his voice and quickly composed himself. "Let's not forget who's who here, shall we?"

Jack whined and bucked his hips forward. Bunny smirked at Pitch and rubbed the thumbs of his paw-hands soothingly over Jack's pelvic bones.

"Looks like yer the only one complaining, mate."

Pitch was almost glad when the rabbit pulled Jack's hips closer. It helped hide that he was going soft watching this.

While Pitch reached down to massage Jack's buttocks, Bunny smoothed his hands up and down his sides. Pitch kissed up the side of Jack's neck slowly, watching as the pooka kissed the center of his sternum.

The cleft of his ribcage.

His navel.

The top of his pubic hair.

"Fuck it, I'm not doing this!" Pitch roared, "Get out of my bed!"

Pitch snatched Jack against his chest and rammed his leg into some part of Bunnymund. Judging by the dampness he felt on the sole of his foot, he guessed it was his face. Excellent.

The force of the blow knocked the pooka off the bed. Dazed and rubbing his nose, he looked up through narrowed eyes at Pitch, who was still clinging to Jack possessively.

"Go screw one of your egg statues!" he barked, "Get out of my home!"

Bunnymund fell through a hole in the floor that was gone as soon as it had appeared. Pitch flipped them over and slammed Jack into the mattress when he was gone.

Jack wasn't exactly thrilled. "What the-"

"Shut up" Pitch snarled, "You smell like a pet carrier. I've got work to do."

Pitch was halfway through cleansing Jack's torso with his lips and tongue and breath when it dawned on him:

"You knew that was going to happen, didn't you?"

Jack grinned at him, out of breath but unrepentant. "Well, I didn't think you'd hold out as long as you did."

They spent a few seconds staring at each other - Jack smug, Pitch blank-faced - before a small ocean of sand slithered up around the lower half of Jack's arms and legs. It bent his legs at the knees and spread them apart while his arm ties fixed to the wall. Another tendril wormed its way into his mouth and filled it, leaving him able to breathe but not move his tongue. The impromptu gag fixed itself together around the back of his head.

With Jack's restrains secured, Pitch took the younger spirit's dying erection into his hand, tilting Jack's head to make him watch while he jerked him off. He waited until the boy's eyes fluttered shut and his head rolled to the side the way they did when he was getting close to coming.

Jack's eyes opened first in confusion and some betrayal at the loss of Pitch's hand, then widened in horror when he realized what Pitch meant to do. He gasped and tugged at his restraints, only to find that he couldn't move his limbs half an inch.

While he struggled against the sand, already feeling pain start to mount in his testes, Pitch masturbated quickly to the thought of what Jack had looked and sounded like underneath him after he'd thrown the rabbit out. After satisfying himself, he had the sand levitate Jack a few inches off the mattress and tugged the blankets up over his shoulders.

"Good night, Jack" he told him sweetly.

Jack may have tried to say something in reply, but by then Pitch's ears were too full of sand to hear it.


A/N: So, whatta you think: Does Pitch's agreeing to a threesome with somebody he hates make him a good enough boyfriend to make up for him leaving Jack bound and gagged with blue balls?

I think so.