Author's note:

Hi, here's the second chapter! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians.

Warnings! There will be slight BoyxBoy action in this chapter, though no smut.. yet ;)

"It´s getting quite heated in here, isn't it?" Pitch asked against Jack's lips.

"Shall we get to the good part maybe, hm? I want to be even closer to you, even hotter against you, no clothes, no interruptions.. I need something to entertain myself, been bored whilst I was gone. Let's take some risks.." he murmured, lower than before. He saw Jack's eyes widen at those words, true that he liked danger. He'd just never expected this much at a time.

"Don't be afraid, baby, I'm gonna hurt you really good.." Pitch purred, biting at Jack's lips playfully. A gasp escaped the youngest lips making Pitch chuckle. Still quite innocent, he thought with a grin. The more innocence, the better, the funnier, the louder.. he thought, naughty images invading his mind. All of them would totally make Jack blush.

"Take off your clothes, baby, listen to me and do what I say now.." Pitch whispered, watching as Jack bit his lower lip. He looked unsure and nervous, just what Pitch liked.

"Or, do you prefer letting me do it all? Maybe, cuff you? Take you as I please until you're amazed? Screaming my name? Is that what you want?" he asked, taking out a pair of handcuffs out of his drawer to prove that he was fully capable of such a promise.

Jack walked over, wrists reaching out towards the raven. He was showing himself as submissive, loving the idea of letting Pitch take care of the dominance in this role play.

"When I start I won't stop. There's no alarm you can ring, when I'm in.. I'll own you. You'll be mine, so you'll just have to hold on until it's over." Pitch mumbled, cuffing one wrist. The lock clicked as it was closed. Then the other. He smiled at Jack, his smile more predatory than before, the only warning for what was to come.

"If you only knew who you just gave yourself to, what you've gotten yourself into. You don't even know what I can do, so I'm gonna tell you something, I can to lots of things. Things your mind haven't even heard of yet. Can you handle it? Because this is about to get a little rough for you, or, who am I kidding? It's gonna get very, very, rough.." Pitch growled the last part, grabbing onto Jack's collar to press their lips together.

For the first time Jack got to feel their tongues tangle, lips moist against each other, the taste of Pitch. He tasted surprisingly sweet. Not something he'd expected but who was he to complain?

Pitch grabbed his white hair, forcefully pulling his head back and chuckling at the cry of pain escaping the younger. This was going to be interesting. He started to bite at the pale neck, giving no mercy as his bites broke skin, leaving marks and even wounds at times.

Jack cried out in pain at the impalement of teeth in his flesh.

"It's alright, you'll be fine, baby, I'm in control. I'll give you pain, I'll give you pleasure. I'm the master of both." he whispered, a leg sneaking in between Jack's to rub against him. Jack moaned out loud, feeling himself harden at the movement. He felt the metal of the cuffs cut into his skin as he squirmed, hearing a deep low chuckle by his ear, licking his ear shell.

"Close your eyes, just stay conscious, you won't want to miss this. Let me into you, I'm gonna blow your mind tonight." he promised hoarsely in the white haired teen's ear as he started to suck and bite at his earlobe instead.

Jack shivered, giving into Pitch completely. No struggles, no complaints, 'cause honestly, what was there to complain about? He did as he was told, eyes falling shut but still aware of all the touches on his body, the warm and firm hands groping him and touching him everywhere no one else ever had.

He felt them under his shirt, sliding down along his back and then back up. This time, Pitch scraped his nails down Jack's pale sensitive skin. Red angry marks appeared as Jack screamed, arching his back at the pain as jolts of pleasure shot through him.

"Yes, that's right. You can't escape now, I'll own you, I'm gonna make you scream." Pitch growled, watching Jack's adorable face twist into a mix of fear and excitement. He kissed him again, biting at his lips and tasting the metallic taste of blood. He hummed in delight and sucked on the small gash in the blue eyed teen's lip.

"You never dreamed of this, did you? When you fantasized about me? You never thought I would be this way? Either way, I'm very different from what a lot of people think, I can be very mean when I want to. And it's not often that I don't." he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he pushed Jack onto the bed on his back. Jack gasped and watched Pitch intensely, feeling his heart rushing in his chest.

The marks on his back still ached but he still longed for more. It was true, pain and pleasure fit perfectly together.

He was turned around, cuffed hands on the bed for support as he felt Pitch caress one of his nipples before hardly pinching it to make him grit his teeth and whimper. He felt nails scrape down his front too, down along his abdomen before reaching the line of his pants. He mewled in pain, but just as much of it was from the pleasure he was given.

He felt Pitch against his back on all four, heard his breath and felt it blow over his neck as he closed his eyes again, focusing on the sensation solely.

"I'm gonna turn this up to another level, hope you're ready for what I'm about to do, because it's about to get hard for you.." was the only warning before he felt it, a slight but fast caress of something metallic over his back. He heard tearing, fabric, to his relief. Soon enough his torn shirt laid in threads next to him, as he saw a knife getting thrown onto it.

His eyes widened, that knife had been very close to cutting him there, too damn close. Was he going to do anything about it, hell no. Curiosity filled his mind, he wanted to see what was happening but didn't dare more than to just wait. Not even the people above knew what would happen next.

Suddenly, nails dug into his skin again, pulling down over his back over the already blazing marks making Jack shout Pitch's name for the first time.

"That hurt, didn't it?" Pitch asked, one could hear he was smiling. Jack nodded, letting his head hang as he breathed heavily.

"Good, it was supposed to." was the response he got. Not that he'd expected anything else. He felt like his back was burning, feeling a drop run down along his side. He looked at it, expecting it to be sweat only to be met by the sight of a dark red drop tainting his skin, blood.

His blood. He was bleeding. He suddenly saw Pitch's predatory gaze lock with his, watching him as the raven leaned down to the drop, tongue reaching out and licking it. Jack looked forwards again, feeling a warm tongue pass over his lower back and moving upwards, licking at the wounds making him hiss at the stinging feeling each time.

He whimpered as his back was connected with the bed once he was turned around, he looked up at Pitch. His black disheveled hair made him look ever more dangerous, only applying to Jack's already clear arousal.

The older teen smirked down at the younger, still out of breath where he was lying. He started to unbutton his own black shirt, throwing it away and leaning down on all fours over the white haired boy. He saw him lick his lips at the sight of Pitch's bare chest.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked, feeling Jack's cuffed hands pass over his chest, feeling every dip along his skin, every movement of his muscles. He chuckled at the memorization written over the boy's face, the adorable way he bit his lip as he nodded shyly. Pitch decided that for a second, he'd enjoy the child's hands on him, stroking his abs, caressing him.

His patience was shortening though, he was long from being able to hold back by now.

"In the end I'm gonna make you scream so damn loud.." he purred, grabbing onto Jack's neck with his fingers surrounding his pipe, choking him softly. Firstly though, he was going to have his way with him. Everybody loved having a little fun, right?

Pitch started to suck at Jack's pulse point, grinding against him roughly hearing a moan pass by his lips as the grip on the youngest neck faltered slightly. There would be no fun if the kid passed out when the oxygen was up. Pitch preferred him awake for this.

At least for now.

Author's note:

I kind of based this on Adam Lambert's song lyrics of For your entertainment, hehe =) I don't know if it was very obvious, was it? ^~^ hope not...

Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading and please R&R, I'll read all of them! C:

See ya all in the next chapter,

Detonator