Notes: For fun, you can look up the lyrics to "Time to Burn" by The Rasmus. And "In the Shadows". (: Fic sort of beta'd by If Wishes Were Blue Skies.
Time to Burn
Chapter one: In the Shadows
Staring down again at his feet, Jack lazily let his finger drift over the glass of the window behind him. He was precariously balanced in a windowsill on the second floor of a house. No one was in the room within. He just wanted somewhere to think. Moving his gaze from his almost snow white toes, he watched the ice form delicate patterns, growing slowly as it covered the pane. So much had happened since that night he'd gone to see Pitch; since he asked the older spirit for something he somehow felt he could ask no one else for. And so much time had passed as well.
It'd almost been a year since he became a Guardian and all that nonsense with Pitch had happened. They hadn't spoken since then, except the few rare times they had run into each other. Pitch had disappeared for a good while before he'd finally been able to return and search again for anyone who still believed in him.
It was sad .. in a way. It wasn't as if Jack didn't know that feeling all too well. But where was there any kind of place for Pitch in the world? All he knew was how to spread fear and Jack wasn't sure how that could ever be helpful.
The window opened inward suddenly, creaking loudly. There seemed to be nothing there but shadows at first but - no, of course it was Pitch again. He looked the boy up and down and leaned against the sill.
"Hm." Pitch seemed unsurprised to see Jack for some reason. "It's getting a tad annoying that I keep ending up near you all the time. You could stop hanging around bedrooms constantly. Not really your area of expertise anyway, is it?"
Unexpectedly, Jack felt a stab of pain at the jab from the older spirit. He ignored it, unconsciously rubbing the front of his hoodie when he spoke. "It's not my problem if you end up following me constantly. You could stop being a stalker."
"I like leaving it up to chance where I end up, it's boring being predictable all the time." he shrugged in reply.
"Sure." Jack huffed in a sarcastic tone, wondering to himself why he hadn't simply left yet. He knew the answer to that easily, though. It wasn't as if he'd ever forgotten about Pitch or what had happened. Nothing had changed there. Thinking about the older spirit too much for too long still swelled an ache inside of him; a need that he had no ability to satisfy. Possibly the thing that scared him that most is he had no real answer to a simple question that arose from this realization. Were his feelings purely physical .. or was there something he didn't want to admit to?
"Daydreaming, Jackie?" Pitch teased, bringing the boy's attention to the present.
Turning to look at the older spirit, whatever remark Jack had on his lips died the second his eyes met Pitch's. There was a short moment of silence until the older spirit's fingers quickly dug into the front of his hoodie, roughly yanking him forward so their lips met. Jack made a muffled noise against Pitch's mouth but there was no resistance from him. The boy clutched the staff that was still in his hand tighter; his other hand he curled into a fist against the window. Pitch's fingers gently touched his neck, in odd contrast to the almost violent kisses he was giving Jack, biting his lip at times even.
They finally broke apart, both trying to breathe. The older spirit took this opportunity to pull Jack into the dark room. The window slammed shut and shadows seemed to envelope both of them. Jack's grip loosened and his staff fell to the floor inside with a loud clatter but neither of them paid attention to it.
Pitch seemed to be everywhere at once. His lips were now on Jack's neck, his hands swiftly sliding over the boy's skin under his hoodie. Jack let out a choked gasp, feeling that slow fire beginning to course through him once again. Darkness was all around him but he did not feel any fear at all. How could he when Pitch's arms held him?
He shivered at that thought. He felt safe with the entity that was destined to spread fear and provoke nightmares. Ever since the beginning, he had disliked any lack of light. But not with Pitch. It felt right with him somehow.
The older spirit pulled Jack's hoodie over his head, dropping it to the floor. This would not be like the previous time, not at all. Pitch could easily see in this darkness and this time he wanted to see every inch of Jack Frost. He pushed the boy gently and Jack fell backwards onto the bed behind him. Pitch pressed the boy's wrists into the cool sheets as he moved onto the bed as well. Jack made small, frustrated sounds as the older spirit began to take his time exploring the boy's chest with his mouth, inching slowly towards the edge of his pants.
"Remember I said, you might not like it so much if you returned, Jack?" Pitch finally murmured before pressing a few more kisses to the boy's stomach.
"Mm," Jack answered with an affirmative noise, though he hadn't quite remembered that part. He had never had a chance to return to Pitch's lair with that purpose in mind, though truthfully, he had definitely intended to ..
"I wasn't lying. You might not like this." replied the older spirit, his fingers now undoing Jack's belt. He pulled the boy's pants over his hips and down as if he'd done it many times before.
Jack felt his body tense up at the statement but he didn't make a move to leave. Curiosity again ruled out any other emotion in his body. Pitch pushed his legs apart, but still didn't touch him and he had to stifle a groan. There was a slight pause then and Jack tried to make out what the older spirit was doing but he couldn't tell. He felt something a little cool between his legs and then Pitch pushed a finger inside him slowly.
Drawing in a sharp breath, Jack tried to adjust his legs to make it more comfortable but he wasn't sure that was possible. It hurt but the only rational thought in his mind was that he hadn't expected Pitch to be gentle with him considering the warning. The older spirit pressed the finger deeper inside of him and he made a small moan of pain.
"Relax," said Pitch, his voice soothing. Jack tried to shift his legs again. He could feel his body very slowly adjusting. He bit his lip to silence himself as another finger began to slide in next to the first. Even though it hurt, it still felt strangely erotic to him, warmth continuing to spread through him. The kind of warmth only Pitch made him feel.
He managed to only pant softly as the third finger entered him, stretching him more. The boy felt almost like he wished the fingers pressed a little deeper inside of him, though he wasn't sure why. Pitch did put his fingers in a little more but not much before finally removing them.
Jack felt an oddly nostalgic empty feeling then but that was quickly gone. Pitch was carefully beginning to push inside of him now. The older spirit's hands were keeping his legs apart. He twisted his fingers into the sheets, tensing up again.
"Relax," Pitch repeated again through the darkness, though this time he could tell the older spirit was no longer calm and controlled.
"A-ah -" Jack moaned as he tried to take in more of Pitch. The older spirit moved the boy's legs so they locked around him now. His hands gripped Jack's hips. It was surprising to him, but he was less interested in his own pleasure. He really just wanted to see Jack beg him for more, to scream his name instead of just moan it. Pitch didn't bother reflecting at all on what that might mean, he was far too busy.
Pulling back, Pitch repeated the motion into Jack. He could feel the boy's body accepting him in easier this time. Jack made soft moans as he felt the pain lessen and focused on what it felt like to have Pitch's hands on his body; what it felt like to have Pitch inside of him for that matter. But the next movement shattered his thoughts and scattered them. A strangled scream twisted its way out of his throat, his back arching off the bed and against the older spirit's hands. What had Pitch just touched inside of him?
"Uhn, wha- ah!" Jack couldn't get anything coherent out.
"How pretty, Jackie," Pitch teased him, his voice thick. "Make those noises for me again."
The boy made a mental note to get back at the older spirit for that comment later, but currently he could have cared less about it. Pitch was still moving inside of him but slower now. He reached down between them and his warm hand wrapped around Jack. That same painful ache returned, multiplied now by hundreds. The boy literally thought there was no way he could ever feel cold again. Every single part of him was on fire and it seemed like there was no return from it. Pitch surrounded him with dark flames that consumed him.
"Beg me for more, Jack. Go ahead. You do want more, don't you?"
"More, y-yes .. inside me - please!" the boy couldn't believe the words spilling out of his mouth now. They were embarrassing and awful and -
His imagined shame was erased when Pitch moved again, now knowing exactly where that spot was. Jack's nails scratched into the sheets, his body writhing under the older spirit's. He felt like he was falling with nothing to hold on to. He reached up, needing something to ground him and wrapped his arms around Pitch's neck. He felt the older spirit's arms close around him as well, holding him close as they continued. He clutched tightly onto Pitch, now pressing their lips together in messy kisses, and moaning against his mouth, breathing heavily.
Pitch was almost slamming into Jack but the boy was just taking it, still asking him for more. He could see Jack's eyes, half-lidded and looking at him at times despite being unable to see in the dark. They pierced him with some emotion he couldn't place. Or didn't want to.
"M-make me come again, Pitch .. I'm so c-close .." Jack asked him in a whisper.
That was too much. The older spirit pressed his hand between them again and stroked the boy a few times. Jack held onto him tighter, moaning Pitch's name as he came. His body shook almost violently against the older spirit, then relaxed in exhaustion. Pitch bit down on the boy's skin when he came to keep himself from saying anything and Jack cried out softly.
He placed a kiss to Jack's lips for some reason before moving to lie beside him. There was silence and the room seemed to become lighter. The boy turned his head. He could see Pitch next to him now. No longer was he hidden in shadow. The warmth was quickly escaping his body and his head was clearing.
All the things he said .. he did .. with Pitch. He felt shame well up inside of him now. This wasn't right, he shouldn't have let it happen, it had been a bad idea from the start. He'd shared far too much with Pitch this night. Even his first kiss, though he was only just realizing it. He sat up, feeling a dull ache everywhere despite the fact he usually healed quickly.
"Jack?" questioned Pitch, his tone seeming .. worried, if that could be.
The boy said nothing, just collected and pulled his clothes back on as quick as he could. He grabbed his staff where it lay on the floor and opened the window again.
Without looking back, he said, "I'll stay away from bedrooms now."
Then Jack was gone.