AANNDD YEEAAHH, don't have overly much to say tonight. Mmmm... so yeah, I geuss that's it for right now. Oh! A lot of time skips in this story.

WARNING: Sex!

Nick wiped his tears as Pitch loaded the rest of Chiaroscuro's stuff into the U-Haul. The wedding had just finished, party and all. The Russian man had gotten drunk during the after wedding party, but not embarrassing drunk but, funny as hell drunk. During the party, Nick had the dance floor cleared 30 minutes or so after Chiaroscuro and Pitch's dance. He began to do all sorts of dances from "Mother Russia", a few where not for youngsters innocent eyes. Now, the three was on Nicks front porch as snow softly fell during the night. The niece and uncle stood hugging each other still in their wedding get up. Both of them were crying. Pitch, seeing that Nick would not be helpful in his drunk crying state, took over the job of moving his lover's packed things. While Chiaroscuro and Pitch were on their honeymoon, Nick volunteered to move the boxes in the house, but not unpack them. Pitch looked with kind eyes at the two as he shut the back of the U-Haul truck. He smiled, which was a rare sight for most's eyes.

Chiaroscuro Amenophis Black pulled away from the Siberian's hug with tears in her eyes. She was excited to began a new chapter with Pitch, but at the same time she would miss her Russian Uncle. He had been their for her, even when she lived with her Mother the Finnish porn star.

"Vou know," Nick gave a sad smile to his niece. "It won't be the same here vithout vou nagging me like a midwife."

"I didn't nag you that much." Chiaroscuro smiled up to her father-like figure.

"Vat? That is an understatement! I could not drink vodka vithout vou telling me something about my health ever sense vou vent to med-school."

"Whatever..." Chiaroscuro rolled her golden eyes and playfully pushed him. Pitch slowly walked towards the two over the snowed over grass. He wore a black trench coat over his tux, which Chiaroscuro thought suit him nicely. Chiaroscuro still wore her gold royal jacket over her white dress.

"The boxes are all packed into the truck." Pitch smiled has the uncle and niece pair looked at him. "And Chiaroscuro I already have stuff packed for you for the honeymoon."

"He still hasn't told me were we are going, do you believe that?" Pitch's new bride said to her uncle. Nick could not reply, for he was getting choked up that this was goodbye. Chiaroscuro sent him a sad look, and hugged him again new tears forming in her eyes as well.

"You know, I will always be here. I am not leaving forever." Chiaroscuro whispered to him.

"Ves, I know that. But it is the fact that vou are leaving in the first place that kills me. But I know that Pitch will be a good husband for you and love, care for you, and respect you alvays." Nick shifted his head in her hair, smelling that warm sent of a family around the fire place drinking cinnamon hot coca. The sent of warmth and love. Chiaroscuro has always had the kindest heart a person could ask for, she is not judging or overly hateful. Just caring, she would make a good mother if that's what they chose to do, Nick smiled. The redhead heard Pitch shift his weight in the snow. She pulled out of her uncle's hug and moved so their was space for him. Pitch looked in shock, no one had ever done this to him.

"Come here, Pitch. You are apart of the family to." Pitch smiled and almost teared up as he went into the embrace. After a little, the three broke apart and Pitch took Chiaroscuro's warm hands into his colder ones.

"Well my love, we don't want to miss the plane." Pitch looked at his crying wife and smiled softly. Nick nodded and took Chiaroscuro's hand away from Pitch's.

"Vou vill do it all the other times. But for this last time, I vill walk her to the car." Nick said smiling sadly, Pitch nodded. The three walked to the car, well to the limo that Pitch had rented. Nick let go of Chiaroscuro's hand, and placed a kiss on each cheek and opened the limo door.

"Hyvästi veljentytär, onnea tämän uuden luvun elämääsi. Voi näitä seuraavina vuosina olla täynnä iloa ja onnellisuus." (Goodbye my niece, good luck with this new chapter in your life. May these next years be full of joy and happiness.) Nick bid his farewell.

"Thank you uncle, I love you. We will see each other soon." Chiaroscuro kissed Nick on the cheek then climbed into the back of the limo. Pitch shook his hands with Nick.

"Listen, care for her, respect her, love her. Value her opinion and thought. Do not make her into something she does not want to become. Please, Pitch, take care of my sunshine." Nick looked at Pitch sadly.

"I promise that I will do more than that. Thank you for letting me have her as a wife. I will love her forever." Pitch smiled and was pulled into a quick hug my Nick. Pitch then got into the back with his lover, Nick gave the two one last smile before he shut the door and the driver drove of to the airport 40 minutes away. Nick watched the limo drive off with sad, yet happy eyes. I hope they stay together, for ever and ever. The car was now out of Nick's sight, he turned and walked back into the now empty house.

Chiaroscuro laid against Pitch's chest in the back seat of the limo, asleep. The two were both still clad in their wedding get up. It began to snow harshly as the colds in the sky grew darker, Pitch's favorite look on Mother Nature. Light grey fingers weaved them self's in their bride's blood red hair. The Egyptian cuddled deeper into Pitch's chest, Pitch smiled softly. The driver now drove up into the run way of the plane, where Pitch's sleek black jet stood waiting. He had gotten the money because of his father, Alfred Black, a gambling alcoholic. The drunker was the one to name Pitch after his mother left his father, Alfred thought it was horribly amusing. Alfred Black was the worst father a boy could have, he used to sexually use Pitch. The worst night's were game nights, where his father's friends and his father would play poker. Who ever won that round, got to use Pitch how ever they liked. Pitch grimaced at the thought as he carried his lover bridal style up to the plane. He set her on the bed softly and laid down next to her, falling asleep as the plane took off. Pitch's head decided to continue with the thoughts of his father, pulling Pitch into a sick nightmare.

Warning: Dark! (dark= man on man rape/play/ bondage, if you want to skip, go to where it says END)

Pitch's mother and father never came together for love. Only because Alfred had gotten her pregnant. Pitch's mom, Emma, left after Pitch was born and had Pitch every summer, where she would "beat the gentleman into him." His mother lived in London, and his father lived in the slums of Dublin. Alfred had Pitch for the school year, including holidays. Unlike the other kids, Pitch hated holidays. The Christmas holidays were the worst. When the other children got toys and presents from their loving presents, Pitch became the toy for his father and his friends.

*Flash Back*

It was night time on Christmas eve. Children all around the world could not sleep with excitement of what the next day held. Pitch was not one of those children. He could not sleep that night because he was forced not to sleep. The lightly grey eleven year old sat on his faded red bed, fully naked. Pitch trembled, he knew what tonight held, he just didn't know how it was going to play out this Christmas. The door creaked open, and there stood his sober (for now) father smirking red ribbon in his hands. Pitch looked at the red ribbon with questioning eyes, but was not aloud to ask what it was for.

"Good boy," Alfred shut the door and walked towards Pitch. "You followed my orders. Now, are you going to give my friends a good time tonight? They're looking forward to their present." He sat on the bed and softly pumped Pitch's member, earning cry's from his son.

"Y-yes..." Pitch was scared to no end.

"Yes what?" The nice tone was lost in his father's voice as he tightly squeezed Pitch's member.

"Ah!" Pitch slammed his eyes shut and cried. "Y-yes sir!"

"Good boy. Now tonight is a bit different, but I won't spill my secrets. You address everyone as sir or master, and not by their normal names. They are bring "presents" for you. Thank them for it, understand?"

"Yes sir,"

"Good, one last thing they will call you slave, whore, slut, trash, the normal. Follow their orders. Now, to "wrap" their present." His father produced the red ribbon and wrapped it tightly around the base of Pitch's member. Then around his balls, Pitch cried out. He was not used to this. Alfred chuckled and then took the long reaming ribbon and pulled it up between his checks. Finally, he pulled the ribbon even tighter and wrapped it around his skinny waist, tieing the ribbon together with a bow. Pitch wiggled at the painful treatment he was getting, his father pulled out another red ribbon and used it to tie is wrists and elbows together behind him.

"Good, now follow me downstairs, whore." The elder Black got up of the bed and walked down stairs, Pitch followed him. The two walked into the dinning room, which stood a round light wooden table.

"Get on the table, and sit on your knees in the center of it." Pitch did what his father told him to do, sadly. Alfred smirked and pumped his son's member to get him hard for the guests. The doorbell rang, much to Pitch's dismay, and Alfred walked out of the room. Pitch heard loud talking and laughter from the doorway, then heavy foot steps coming towards the dinning room.

"My my..." One of his friends whistled. "This is new, have we been extra good this year?" The man pulled upwards on the ribbon between the eleven year old's checks. Pitch cried and shut his golden eyes while the other men laughed.

"I suppose so. We are just trying something new tonight, and by so far I think we might be like this for a while..." Alfred smirked and smacked Pitch's backside hard enough so his chest fell on the table.

"Why, he is still so rude! Not supporting himself for the guests!" Another man said, the rest just laughed. Said man pulled Pitch off the table and sat down in a chair with Pitch folded over his lap. "My I do the honors?" The man had his had in the air ready to strike, and looked at Alfred who nodded. A sharp smack came to Pitch's beside as he cried out. The lightly grey boy would have screamed stop, but he remembered the last time he said so. After forty spanks (ten for each man present), Pitch was told to get back into his earlier position. Pitch had to obey sadly.

"Now to play!" The third man said, sitting down in his chair.

"Aren't we forgetting something?" Alfred raised an thick black eyebrow. "It is Christmas, and I think Pitch here needs his presents." Pitch, however, knew better to believe it was actual presents that most children got.

"Oh, yes!" The first man said getting up. "He can get mine first." The young boy's golden grey eyes watched as the man dug something out of his pocket. It was a black gag with a red ball in the middle, he fastened said gag around Pitch's head tightly. He sat down as the other came up with a cock ring.

"Really? That's all you got?" The first man said teasingly.

"Well it is better than a ball gag, that's for sure." He slipped it over Pitch's member, who gave a muffled cry. "This one, vibrates." The second man pressed a button, sending vibrations down Pitch's shaft. Pitch threw his head back and screamed, he hated this, he wasn't even gay!

"Bravo," said the last man. "But I have something better." He whispered into Pitch's ear from behind. Pitch felt the ribbon between him be lifted up, and something large, thick, hard and rubber shoved up him. He again screamed as the thing up him also vibrated. The men all looked at Pitch in lust as he cried.

"Now," Pitch's father began to deal. "We play."

"Haha! You bastards! I get him first!" The third man threw down his deck, clearly the winner. He got on the table and took the thing out of Pitch. Pitch sighed, but trembled as he heard the sound of a zipper being undone. The third man bleary got his head in, before the first man stood up.

"No fair!" He looked at Pitch's father. "I was just a point off of his score! Can we share him?"

"Fine," The third man sighed behind Pitch. "You get the mouth though!"

"But I want to fuck him!" The first man said undoing his zipper and getting up on the table.

"Now now men," Alfred said with his Irish accent. "Tis' is the season to share is it not? I'm sure Pitch can fit both of you." Pitch looked at his father, taken back at what he said. The two men smiled wildly as they positioned both them self's at his hole.

"NO!" Pitch screamed from under the gag.

"Shut it, slut." The first man said before they both slammed into Pitch. Pitch screamed as blood began to pour from his entrance. The two man began to violently slam Pitch up and down on their member, Pitch looked at his father with tears in his eyes.

"Pitch!" His body was shaken as he heard a voice, then something slapped him on his check.

"Pitch Black wake up!" Chiaroscuro cried as Pitch was pulled from his dream. The lightly grey man began to pant and was sweaty. He looked at his lover who returned his look with a worried one. Her sun kissed hand softly touched his checks.

"Are you okay?" She asked softly, much like a mother.

"I'm fine." Pitch said and pulled her into a kiss, happy to be free. "Just a nightmare." He told her once pulling away.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Chiaroscuro still looked worried even though Pitch smiled at her.

"No thank you, my love. But thank you for your kindness." He looked her up and down, then smirked. Her hair was down, with tight waves and she was in a black silk slip, which was very reveling.

"I see you have... changed." Pitch softly laughed as his lovers face grew red.

"About that!" She said losing her motherly tone and taking on a harsh playful one. "What the hell has happened to my normal cloths?! My entire wardrobe on this trip is three things! A.) Silk, B.) Lace, or C.) Completely reveling!" Pitch laughed for he new this, he was the one to pick her wardrobe out.

"I know," He leaned back on one arm, smiling. "What do you think we are doing all honeymoon?"

"I don't know... Maybe because you won't tell me!" Pitch rolled his eyes.

"Having sex of course!"

"AH!" Chiaroscuro fell forward onto the bed, embarrassed. Which displayed a nice few of her backside, which Pitch happily smacked. Chiaroscuro quickly moved back up, her hair looking like it was just done with sex. Pitch began to grow hard.

"There is no way I am going to... where ever we are going~"

"Italy." Pitch filled in the blank with a clam voice.

"Italy?!" Chiaroscuro breathed with her eyes wide, Pitch nodded. "Well, there is no way I am going to Italy and having sex the whole time." Pitch laid down and pulled her onto his chest.

"Of course not, we'll have sex most of the time." Chiaroscuro sighed playfully. "So go to sleep, because when we get there, you better believe sex is the first thing we are doing. I am not letting you do to sleep the night we touch down. Question, when did you get off your period."

"I think I know where your going, and like four days ago." Chiaroscuro replied, starting to fall asleep.

"Good, so I can come inside you."

"If I want you to..."

"Of course you do."

"Hmm..."

"Go to sleep,"

"Your the one keeping me up!"

"Hush!" He rolled the two of them on their side, and they fell asleep.

"Chiaroscuro..." The jet had just touched down, it was 9:45 pm. Perfect timing in Pitch's eyes. He was trying to pull his lover out of sleep.

"Chiaroscuro time to get up..." She turned her back on him.

"My vagina needs five more minutes..." The Egyptian mumbled, Pitch threw his head back and laughed. He then threw his lover over his shoulder in the most unromantic way.

"Pitch! No!" She began to struggle, Chiaroscuro was fully awake now. "What if someone sees me like this?"

"Very few people will see you, just the maids in the house who should be leaving when we get there and the people on the runway. Oh, and the limo driver." Pitch began to walk out the jet, there stuff was already taken care of.

"I am not wearing any underwear!" This caught Pitch's attention. "And, this slip is very short!" Pitch smriked and stopped, slipping his slender hand under her slip.

"Easy access..."

"PITCH!" He laughed and took his hand out. The grey man walked out the jet on the runway.

"Look at my wife and you die." He told the very little people who were looking, in a dark tone. Chiaroscuro laughed beautifully, and he threw her into the back of the limo. Once, as soon as he got in, sped to the seaside condo. In the back, Pitch was on his lover kissing her and massaging her breasts.

"Pitch... Pitch..." She mumbled through the kiss, her husband pulled away.

"Dear lord," She breathed. "You are acting like a dog in heat."

"I am in heat... for you." He nipped and licked her neck.

"Ah...! P-pitch wait...wait until we get...ah... t-to where we are...going."

"Okay, okay. But foreplay now." Pitch's hand went back under her slip and began to finger her warmth.

"Pitch!" The redhead's arms wrapped around his neck. "Ah!... I-I have married... a...a ... perv."

"Damn straight." Pitch husked in his British accent, he quickly removed his finger to take off his shirt, then slammed to up her. The married couple began to kiss again, as the limo pulled to a stop in front of a white condo. Pitch got out and lifted her into his arms, without braking the kiss. The limo driver blushed and looked away. Once inside, Pitch easily made his way to the bedroom. The maids where leaving at that point.

"My god," the eldest of them swore. "Extra work when we get back."

Pitch threw Chiaroscuro on the bed, then quickly took of his dress pants and black boxers. His eight and a half inches standing proud and tall. The elder man was then back on his lover, taking of her slip.

"You call me a perv, yet you are so wet down here..." Pitch fingered her again, and smirked.

"Sh-shut the...he-ll up." Chiaroscuro smiled, then pulled him into a kiss. Pitch quickly got of his lover and went to the bedside table for lube. He applied it generously on his member. It was their third time now, she was still horribly tight.

"I am sorry my love, I cannot wait." Pitch looked down at her, he did feel like a dog in heat. She smiled and took his hand into hers.

"I know, I am ready. You may do whatever you like with me." Pitch smiled then quickly slammed into her, then waited.

"AH!" Chiaroscuro's eyes had small tears in them.

"Shh... My love. Tell me when to go." Pitch was overjoyed to have his lover with him, and with no one else. The Egyptian goddess softly nodded, and Pitch Black began to start a slow, steady pace. Chiaroscuro wrapped her legs around him and moaned, not failing to turn Pitch on even more.

"A-ah.. P-pitch.. Pitch f-faster...please!" Pitch smiled on how she could not get her words out clearly, but he did go faster. The room was filled with moans and pants from both lovers.

"Chiaroscuro...ah...my love, I am coming." Pitch gave his lover a warning.

"S-so, a... am I..." Her nails clawed his back has he began to push violently into her.

"Ugh! PITCH!" Chiaroscuro arched her back and came, shaking. Her husband then followed, screaming her name as well. The taller of the two fell on the smaller of the two, both panting. Pitch took his wife's lips into his.

"I love you, Pitch" Chiaroscuro Black said once they broke apart.

"I love you too." Pitch Black returned. They laid their for a while longer, panting. Then, suddenly Chiaroscuro's eyes went wide. The member inside her was hard again. Pitch saw her shocked look and laughed. He got off her and threw her legs over his broad shoulders.

"Time for round two?" He asked seductively, Chiaroscuro rolled her eyes and smiled.

One year Later~

It was Sunday, and the Black couple was spending a normal morning in Pitch's two story house that they shared. Pitch was at the table, nursing a black coffee while grading history tests with his readers on. The test he was working on now got a 69%, Pitch's immature side came out and he smirked at the number. Chiaroscuro was in the upstairs master bathroom. Lately, she had been throwing up each morning, so she was testing something now~

"PITCH!" Pitch heard his lover scream from up stairs, and something white drop from the banister. He took of his glasses and walked over to the dropped item. It was a white stick.

"Hmm..." He flipped it over, and his grey golden eyes widened. There on the front of the white stick, was a screen with a smiley face on it. No way...

"My goddess?" Pitch looked up.

"I AM PREGNANT!" Chiaroscuro's scream traveled to him and Pitch dropped the stick and ran upstairs. The neighbors could hear their cries of joy.