Author's Note: Okay, okay I know I said once a week but I've already got followers and favorites and even a review *swoons from happiness*
Pitch: Oh, come now. Cease your ridiculous fan-girling and get on with the story.
Jack: Seriously.
OH FINE! Just because I love you two so much :3 Here's chapter 2!
Jack walked silently behind Pitch, unsure of where he was walking because of the never ending darkness that consumed the corridor. He was still in shock over the exchange he had just witnessed and, although the Nightmare King claimed that he meant no harm, Jack kept his guard up not trusting him for a second. He was pulled from his thoughts when he bumped into the solid form of the man in front of him.
"S-sorry. Dark...," Jack mumbled. Geez, why am I so ineloquent? And why is Pitch so...warm?
Pitch chuckled softly and Jack suppressed a shiver as he felt the laugh reverberate in places he never thought existed. "My apologies. I'm not used to company and forget that not everyone is as accustomed to darkness as I am."
Jack heard the sound of creaky hinges and was momentarily blinded by the light that came from behind the door. When his vision returned, he saw what looked to be a large sitting room. In the middle of the wall on the right was a large fireplace crackling gently, and surrounding it were two very big and very plush black armchairs on opposite sides of a matching couch. The winter spirit walked in, curious of this new peek into the life of the Nightmare King. The ceilings were too high to see, but looking over Jack scoffed to see a large oil painting of the shadow man hanging over the fireplace.
How ridiculous. They didn't even get his eyes right. They are much more golden and smoldering-
"A bit ostentatious, I know, but I can't fight against my sophisticated tastes," Pitch confessed, taking a moment to admire his own likeness.
Jack simply shrugged his shoulders and continued to survey his surroundings. He saw two more doors opposite the fireplace, and the rest of the room was covered in bookcases that went, Jack supposed, to the top of the ceiling. Going to one of the shelves, Jack recognized a few titles: Gone With the Wind, Pride and Prejudice, War and Peace, A Tale of Two Cities. Mixed in with them were books in a language he couldn't understand and some even without a title. Satisfied with his perusal, Jack turned around to find Pitch watching him with a hand under his chin and a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
His mouth...Jack let his eyes linger there for a moment before coming back to reality and meeting his gaze.
"Please," Pitch gestured to the sitting area, "take a seat." Jack walked past the dark man and hopped onto one of the chairs, making himself comfortable. Pitch came around and stood in front of a serving cart Jack hadn't noticed before and gather up a tray which he placed on the table in the middle of the seating area. There was a black teapot with gold accents and matching teacups and saucers, and a plate covered in small sandwiches and pastries. The shadow man lifted the teapot and looked up at the sprite.
"Tea?"
"Sure," Jack said reaching over to take one of the miniature macaroons on the plate and popped it in his mouth. "With cream and lots of sugar."
Pitch arched his brow at the spirit, but said nothing and made up his tea and handed it to him.
"Thanks," Jack mumbled around his third macaroon as he took the cup, fingers brushing against Pitch's slightly. He tensed as something surged through his body at the the touch and swore he heard Pitch gasp lightly before gently pulling his hand away and fixing his own cup and sitting in the chair across from Jack.
"So," Pitch said lifting his teacup, "I believe you have some questions that need to be answered."
"Well, I think one should be obvious. How are you back? The last anyone saw of you, you were being dragged back down here by your nightmares."
"Ah, yes. That fateful day. Well, for the first year after my...defeat, I was prey to my nightmares. But, eventually, they tired of feeding off my fear and went of in search of it somewhere else. For the last four years I've simply been down here, trying to rebuild some sense of normality into my life. Not much of a story to tell, but there it is," Pitch said with a shrug and and sip from his cup.
"Wait," Jack said, putting his teacup down. "That's it? That can't be it! No secret plot to rise against the Guardians again? No epic final standoff with the nightmares? No nothing?" Jack exclaimed desperate for some extra bit of adventure .
Pitch smirked at the excited spirit, "Not everything has to end in a fight, Jack."
"Oh, sure now you say that," Jack sulked back into his chair.
The shadow man frowned and put down his cup. "That was different. Oh, don't look at me like that," he said to Jack's incredulous glare. "You can't even imagine the pain I went through...or, perhaps out of any of the Guardians you can." Pitch leaned forward, tented his fingers, and stared directly into Jack's eyes. His star was so intense, Jack couldn't help but turn completely towards him and stare right back.
"I assume, Jack, that you are very much believed in now. Am I right? You can feel the power of belief from each child radiating throughout your entire being. It fills you, powers you, gives you a will to live, does it not?" The winter spirit silently nodded, unable to break eye contact. "Now, imagine all that power suddenly stripped from you. Imagine that the Man in the Moon, the same being that created you, that gave you your powers decided to create four new beings to overpower you and take your life force away from you. All your believers gone, your powers weakened to a point of almost nonexistence. You are unheard of, unseen, and not believed in...just like you were not too long ago."
Jack finally broke his gaze with Pitch as he felt the gravity of the words hit him and felt tears prick at his eyes. He wiped them away before they had a chance to freeze on his face.
Pitch sat back in his seat and crossed his legs. "Now, do you have a better understanding of why I did what I did? I never meant for it to turn so drastic, but they left me no choice. All I wanted was to have children believe in me again.I never want to completely extinguish the Guardians, but always so overprotective of their believers, they overreacted and so I responded accordingly. Remember, Jack, I did tell you that it wasn't your fight."
"Yeah, I-I remember. I'm sorry, I never really got a chance to hear your side of the story. I just thought-"
"Exactly what the Guardians brainwashed you to think. But, no matter," Pitch said with a wave of his hand. "It's in the past now and I don't hold a grudge against you nor any of the Guardians. You all did what you thought must be done. I've accepted the fact that I'll never truly have what you have."
"But why not?" Jack exclaimed causing a shocked stare from the Nightmare King. "Why can't you be believed in? I mean Manny created you for a reason and I know it wasn't just so you can sit in the shadows while the Guardians prance about in the light. You deserve to be believed in as much as any of us! After all, without fear the children would have nothing to hope or dream for," Jack smiled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
Pitch gave a sad smile and shook his head. "No, Jack. The children have hopes and dreams so they won't be afraid. There's no room for me in the light. I belong in the shadows."
"No! Don't say that," said Jack running up to Pitch and placing his hands on each arm of the chair. "Everyone deserves to be believed in, Pitch. Including you. And I will do anything I can to help you be believed in again. I promise." Jack was breathing heavily, his face inches from the darker man's and staring deeply into his golden eyes.
Pitch stared back, searching Jack's eyes for something he couldn't quite determine. "Why," Pitch breathed. "Why do you want to help me? Why do you care?"
Jack stared back, memorizing Pitch's face until his eye landed on his lips. He kept his gaze there and then peeked up from underneath his long lashes into the shadow man's eyes. "Because," Jack whispered, slowing closing the space between them, "I believe in you." Once the last syllable left his lips, he found them meshing with a darker pair and sharply inhaled when he felt a warmth swim through his body.
Pitch gasped in surprise and Jack took the opportunity to slide his cool tongue into the warmer mouth to fully taste the Nightmare King. Pitch stilled for a moment until he finally melted into the kiss and slid his tongue against the winter spirit's. Jack felt warm hands slide into his hair and moved to straddle Pitch's hips to get a better angle. The Nightmare King moaned when he felt Jack's weight on his lap and thrust his hips upward seeking friction against his increasingly tight pants. Jack growled when he felt Pitch's bulge rub against his own and moved his mouth away from the darker man's to catch his breath and began nipping at his jaw.
"Jack," Pitch moaned, continuing to thrust up against the sprite. Jack bit down on the area between the neck and shoulder and Pitch let out a long drawn out groan that Jack was sure was the sexiest noise he'd ever heard. Frost continued to suck on Pitch's neck, and the shadow man let his hands wander down the sprite's back until they reached and grabbed onto his ass.
Jack moaned and moved his lips back up the Pitch's to continue his sensual assault. Pitch tightened his grip on Jack's firm globes and began to dominate the younger man's mouth with his tongue. Jack moaned sending vibrations down Pitch's body to his throbbing member and began to really move his body against the shadow man. It was Pitch who broke the kiss this time to catch his breath and leaned his forehead against Jack's so he could match the spirit's thrusts. Both men were achingly close to release and muttering the other's name in a lust-filled haze.
"Stop," Pitch said suddenly grabbing Jack's hips to stop his movement. The sprite whimpered and shot a pleading look to the dark man. "Come," Pitch said breathlessly as he gently pushed Jack off his lap and grabbed his hand leading him to one of the doors Jack saw earlier.
"I was about to," Jack muttered with a pout. Pitch smiled back at him, opened the door, and lead Jack in. The first thing Jack saw was a large four poster bed on a slightly raised platform in the middle of the room, covered in black silk sheets and gold pillow.
"Oh," Jack breathed as he took tentative steps up to the massive piece of furniture.
"I thought we might like to get a bit more...comfortable," Pitch purred into Jack's ear as he stepped in close behind him and wrapped his long arms around the sprite's thin waist.
"Well, it certainly matches the ostentation theme you seem to have going through your home," Jack smirked, pushing his ass back against Pitch's groin.
"You better watch that smart mouth of yours, Frost," Pitch growled sliding one of his hands down to palm the younger man's groin. "Or I may just have to fuck it."
Jack moaned and rolled his head back against Pitch's shoulder. Just as Jack began to get into a rhythm of pushing forward against the warmth of the shadow man's hand and backward into his hard length, Pitch stopped his caress, turned the sprite around, and pushed him back onto the bed. Jack bounced slightly and leaned up on his elbows.
"So," Pitch drawled climbing up the bed to the quivering winter spirit. "You believe in me, Jack Frost?" Jack quickly nodded earning a chuckle from the darker man. "Well then, let us test the solidarity of your belief." With that, Pitch lowered his body onto Jack's and captured his lips for another smoldering kiss.
AHH! Cliffy! I'm sorry, please don't hate me. But the chapter was already so long and now you'll have a reason to keep reading! What kind of girl would I be if I gave it all away up front ;) I might post tomorrow...or I might not...leave reviews to try and convince me *laughs manically and runs into the shadows*
Pitch: ...Are we sure this girl is mentally sane?
Jack: Pfft. At this point your guess is as good as mine. At least we're together at the end, right.
Pitch: Mmm, how right you are Jack. *pulls curtain around bed to hide their lovin'*
