It was several days before Jack woke up once again. Pitch put it simply down to the fact he was in shock, but it didn't stop his visits. Jack maybe tough and never age that didn't mean he couldn't get hurt or worse. Plus with his amount of injures and such a high temperature Jack could easily slip away.
Within those several days Pitch stayed as close as he could to the youngest guardian and for as long as possible. He changed his dressings and cleaned the many wounds over and over, and it became routine for him. His life and purpose you could say.
It was one the third day Pitch started to look at Jack differently.
The smell of blood, vomit and disinfectant lingered in the room, like a horrid cocktail it made even the boogieman heave. The smell had to go and the only source of the smell was Jack or at least his clothes.
Carefully Pitch removed the blanket tossing it to the side to be washed then he looked sympathetically on Jack's battered forum "What a mess" He mumbled as he lifted Jack gently by the head with one hand, feeling the dirty soft cotton like hair. Then with the free hand he slowly pulled the less then desirably smelling hoodie. With each tug and pull Pitch felt Jack squirm a little under him he was in discomfort but to Pitch's eyes the way the boy moved seemed oddly cute.
After several moments of wrestling with the garment Pitch got it off and he laid Jack down once more in the snow. Then he stood back in admiration. The contrast of the boy's pale skin and whiter than white hair made Pitch stumble slightly, his closed eyes and slightly blue lips seemed to invite Pitch in. He knelt closer than before and leaned in for further inspection.
Jack's chest rose and fell in a rhythmic motion both soothing and relaxing. Pitch sat what seemed for hours just staring at Jack motionless, like an eagle his golden eyes shone down onto here the blue ones should be.
He leaned in closer than ever before, placing one hand onto Jack's cheek. His skin was still too warm for the Guardian for winter fun but it was cooler than before, soft like baby skin and smooth. Pitch couldn't stop himself, with each caress his hand drifted lower going around the cuts and bandages so not to lose the sensation of the touch.
It wasn't long when Pitch found his hand had reached the top of Jack's navel and suddenly the boy shuddered and jerked a little 'He's ticklish' Pitch smiled slightly as he lifted his hand.
The placed that hand on Jack's left side and the other on the boy's right and lifted himself onto his knees. He loomed over Jack, open eyes to closed he drew closer his nose touched Jack's littler one. What happened next he couldn't stop he couldn't help it.
Tilting his head to the side slightly and placed his lips to Jack's and tasted his sweetness, just like sugar it tingled Pitch's own darker dryer ones. He stayed there for a good few seconds then pulled back wiping the saliva off his chin, his cheeks red with passion and panting heavily.
What was happening to him?
He turned to exit when someone called back "Pitch" it was quite just a whimper Pitch turned to see Jack looking at him with clouded diamond irises and a face in total shock. He had awoken "How long where you awake?" Pitch turned gripping his fist.
"As soon as you touched my cheek"
"Why didn't you do anything?"
"I don't know" Jack turned blushing
"Good night Jack, get some sleep" and with that Pitch was gone out the door closing it gently behind him.
Jack looked up at the ceiling lying still as stone. Eyes glassed and breathless, and instinctively he licked his lips tasting the bitterness of Pitch's kiss. The feeling of his touch's still lingered on Jack's torso it felt hotter than the other areas of his body and the spot where he tickled was still burning to him.
Why hadn't he stopped Pitch, with his staff only a few centimetres away he could have easily battered him off even if he was weakened? But he didn't stop him no he let him stay for as long as he wished, and now there he lay red with embarrassment "Oh god what's happening?"
Pitch lingered around Jack's room, his slender fingers cupping his mouth tightly letting his fingers dig in to his cheeks. Jack was awake practically the hole time ironically he never wished more to be invisible to the world.
But what he was by far more ashamed of the fact he wanted more, more of the winter spirit. A pain hung on his chest and pulled his heart strings making him feel things a man of the darkest parts of the earth and mind shouldn't feel.
Yearning, compassion, trust, content, lust and maybe be lo- no not that, that feeling was impossible.
The night was young and Pitch had things to do and despite all his desire to rush back into Jacks room and take him. Pitch tore himself away and walked slowly disappearing in a cloud of black sand taking Jack's hoodie with him.
BACK WITH THE GAURDIANS
Over in the Warren something strange was occurring.
As Bunnymund painted several eggs in bright colours an unforgiving chill ran down his back making his fur stand on end "crikey, what the hell is that" he put down his paint brush and half finished egg and placed his hand out to feel the change in temperature, it was so sudden he couldn't stop shivering. It wasn't long when he found the specific tunnel in the Warren where the draft was coming from.
This tunnel led straight to Jack's lake, the place where he had become a guardian and what he called home to this day. But why send a cold wind all the way to his Warren; wearily Bunnymund hopped a couple of steps in.
It was then Bunny felt the wind blow on his back and down into tunnel the tunnel like it was trying to get his attention, telling him hurry "Damned show pony, what you got yourself into now?" he pounded ahead as fast as the wind could carry him.
When Bunny arrived he was meat by the three others, North stood proudly eyes wide with wonder, Tooth fluttering around madly talking to smaller fairies and lastly Sandy how was floating madly making symbols of stressed out faces.
"I see we wasn't the only ones worried about little Jack" North walked up to Bunnymund and slapped his back sending him falling to the snow. "No mate you got it wrong" Bunny hopped up and brushed the snow off his fur "I came here to see why the hell there's a winter wind blowing all the way to my Warren!"
Tooth whizzed by flying in circles "Oh I know what you mean Jacks wind crashed right into the palace, I thought the hole place was about to fall over." Tooth stopped and a sad look formed "But the only thing that fell was the box with Jack's teeth in it, I knew something was wrong then"
Sandy floated in between them and started moving his sand until it formed the shape of the moon and then Jack, thankfully North was there to translate "Are you saying Manny told you something was wrong?" Sandy nodded.
"What about you North how'd you know?" Tooth flew down to the ground a little her hands together and eyes big "I knew this in my gut!" North shouted slamming his palm onto his belly.
"So each of us got a strange felling something's up with Jack and here we are... now what?" Tooth was getting jittery, like a concerned mother looking for her child. "WE have to do something right." She flew into North's face "Even the man in the moon thinks there's something wrong!" her feathers shot up and she flew in small circles with the smaller fairies trying to calm her.
North rubbed his beard and closed his eyes tightly "Maybe I should get the yetis they were always good at finding him at the pole." Bunnymund jabbed him with his paw "Aw no way last thing we need is your yetis because where ever they are, those bloody elves ain't far off" North and Bunnymund continued fighting. Tooth was still flying in circles leaving Sandy.
Rolling his eyes he floated off leaving the others.
The wind was still howling blowing away at Sandy's dream dust he continued almost unfazed thinking all the way, little to what the others think Sandy may not be able to talk but thinking was his thing 'What's going on Jack, I hope your alright' he continued floating until a horrid smell filled his nose 'oh sweet sleeping sand what is that!' he floated ever nearer to the source of the smell, as he grew closer so did the rottenness of it. He stopped horrified as the strength of the smell reached its peak so did the origin of it 'Oh no'
He turned around and headed back to the others eyes stemming at the corners of his eyes. For the place where the smell came from was a tattered blue hoodie covered in stains of yellow and brown. But what scared him more was the long twisted black arrow that hung out of the shoulder.
Jack was in danger and the culprit was none other than Pitch.
TBC~ OMG I CAN'T THANK YOU ALL ENOUGH, MAN I GOT ALL EXITED OVER WRITING THIS TRYING TO LIVE UP TO YOUR EXPEXTATIONS. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! AND AS A THANK YOU I PLACED A LITTLE KISSY WISSY IN HERE FOR YOU ALL HOPE YOU LIKED IT NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE SOON AND THE MORE SAUSEYNESS XD