*bows before you all* Holy Mother of God. I am completely blown away by the response to this. I never thought this would take off like it has. I am so grateful to you all! I hope I will continue to please.
This chapter is definitely a higher rating. Bunny is slowly going out of his mind, and its going to get *intense*.
Chapter 3
Day 8
The Warren was peaceful and quiet. Sunlight reflected down through the mirrors, the plants blooming and growing in the simulated springtime. Jack slept, worry-free and secure in his little copse by the stream.
The same could not be said for E. Aster Bunnymund. His earthen den was in complete disarray. Vines summoned by Bunnymund's magic had grown over the den's few windows, and thick roots had barricaded the door shut. Enough space was left to let in the slightest breeze and a little light, but the plants were strong, thick, and tough. All the better to keep their master locked inside.
A panting Bunny lay on the packed dirt floor by his nest, too far gone in his daydream to care. Sweat matted his fur, his belt and holsters tossed to the side as restless hands roamed over his own body. That scent, that beautiful, maddening scent filled his nose, his head, his lungs, his entire being. Peppery, sweet, musky, male, young, strong, it smelled so good! A shaking hand reached down to his aching length, pumping and stroking it as Bunny clenched his eyes shut.
All he could think of was moonlight over pale, soft skin and what he wanted his hands to really be touching on that teenage body. He wondered if Jack had ever touched himself, did he think of someone as he did it, or just to feel pleasure? Did he ever moan out their name as he stroked his cock? Did he blush as he masturbated, shy as a virgin? Or did he moan and scream to the sky as he came, loudly calling out for a lover only he could see?
His hand worked faster over his cock, his hips thrusting up to meet his hand. The other hand slipped down to rub at his testes, the sacs almost swollen from rut.
He wondered more about Jack. Did Jack ever stroke off thinking about the other Guardians? Did he ever think about Bunny? Did Jack ever want Bunny to find him rubbing off? Did Jack ever call out for Aster as he came, wishing the Pooka was there to watch the winter spirit come?
Aster's hand gripped himself hard at the thought of Jack rubbing cool hands over his own cock, moaning and panting and groaning. He rubbed himself harder, faster, and surely he was just imagining he could hear Jack gasp out his name-
-and the Pooka came with a gasp, jerking awake from his dream as he spent all over his hand. He gasped for breath, trying to calm down, but he couldn't! He was still hard, still aching, still so damn horny for Jack that he couldn't stand it!
Day 11
Aster had Jack pinned against the wall of his den, kissing the boy deeply as he reached down to lift him up by his thighs. Jack gasped as Bunny nipped at his shoulder, taking in his delicious smell, the boy's legs wrapping around the Pooka's waist. "Oh god, it feels so good when you do that," The winter spirit moaned softly as he dragged his fingers through the thick grey and white fur. "Please, Bunny!"
Aster licked down his pale neck, breathing in his sweet, cold scent, his hands roaming down Jack's sides and chest, reaching for his hips to pull them closer. Jack gasped, biting his lip, fighting the urge to grind his hips over Bunny's hard length. "Bunny?" Jack moaned, a blush frosting over his face. "I, I've kind of never, um, done this before, oooh yeah, there..."
"Shh, Frostbite, I got ya," Aster said, his voice low. He began to rock against Jack, rubbing their erections together. All he could think about was how if he lifted his boy up just a few more inches, sweet god, they'd be-
Bunnymund woke with a hoarse scream of frustration, coming against the wall where he'd been leaning in a form of sleep-walking. He slowly slid to the floor, moaning in something almost like pain as he slowly grew hard again. He couldn't take much more of this. He hadn't been able to tell at all if that was a dream or not. Thank MiM he'd barricaded himself into his den, or he would probably be doing something horrible.
Day 14
His teeth scraped and nipped Jack's neck, then moving lower to suck at a stiff nipple, biting down to his naval, lower still as he pushed those brown pants off. Aster licked and sucked down Jack's belly, loving the sound of Jack's husky voice growing louder with his moans. Finally, Bunny reached Jack's stiff cock, licking under the head as he rubbed his own erection against Jack's thigh. Here, Jack's incredible scent was strongest, his arousal giving a low, musky depth to the peppermint smell Aster loved so much.
Cool hands reached down for his hips, pulling Bunny to lay on his side. Jack moved to lay opposite of him, his head at Bunny's hips as Aster took the boy's cock into his mouth. Jack cried out in pleasure as he leaned forward, taking the Pooka's full length into his mouth, sucking and licking. Aster moaned in pleasure at the sight of Jack's pale pink lips around him, hips jerking forward to fuck that delicious mouth as the Pooka worked on giving Jack the best orgasm of his life-
Aster nearly cried as he woke up on the floor again, coming for the fifth time that morning. A hand reached out to pull his mate closer, but found nothing. Where was Jack? Why wasn't he here with...oh. Dreaming. He'd been dreaming.
Right?
Day 19
Where...where was Jack? Why couldn't he find Jack?
Bunny closed his eyes in a blink, opened them-
Jack looked up at his mate, his mouth hovering over the aching cock Bunny was sporting and the winter spirit looked very proud of himself. He smiled, then bent his head back down, and then Aster's cock was surrounded by a warm wetness that made his toes curl up. He looked down at Jack, who had taken him completely into his mouth and was suckling lightly. Bunny let out a hoarse cry as the vibrations rocketed through him. His hands tangled into Jack's white hair and he arched his hips up, pushing himself further into the spirit's willing mouth.
Jack worked him for a few incredible minutes more before he pulled back, leaving Bunny's cock wet and slick. He moved up to lay beside the Pooka, guiding one furred hand to this hip. Bunny breathed in his mate's scent deeply, arousal growing at the lite smell. "Touch, touch me," Jack panted softly. "I want you so much."
Aster's hands reached out-
-and touched nothing, no Jack, no warmth, no nothing as he blinked up at the earthen ceiling, a keening cry pulling from his throat. Tears streaked down his cheeks. Where was Jack? Why did he keep disappearing?! Why couldn't he find Jack?
Bunny closed his eyes in a blink, opened them-
They moved together in the dark, panting softly as their hips snapped together in a beautiful heat. Lips met a furred muzzle in sloppy kisses, tongues darted out, tasting, teasing. Jack groaned, his nails digging into Aster's back as the Pooka sucked on his throat.
Bunny pinned Jack's hands to the floor and moved back, just enough so that he could see his mate's face. He smirked down at the boy. "Stop fightin' me, Jackie. Ya know I'll win."
"Is that so, Kangaroo?" Jack panted with a smirk, arguing even as he raised his head up for a kiss. His legs locked tightly around Bunny's waist, and he rolled. Taken by surprise, the Pooka found himself on his back, with his mate seated on top of him.
Jack moaned louldy in pleasure. The change in position forced Aster's cock deeper into his body, and the spirit threw his head back, panting, and enjoying the increased pressure. "Does this mean I win?" Jack asked as he rolled his hips.
Bunny groaned at the feeling of Jack's tight body around his length. "Do tha' again, and then ya win, mate." Jack rolled his hips again, raising himself up slightly before he dropped back down. The movement drew identical cries from both of them. Hands gripped the boy's waist, helping him rise and fall on Aster's thick length. Jack's scent soaked the air around them, driving Aster mad with want. Bunny spread his legs, bending them and pressing his feet flat to the floor. He thrust up hard, and Jack shrieked as his prostate was stabbed with every one of the Pooka's movements.
"I love you," Jack breathed. He lowered his head, offering his mouth to his lover. Aster claimed his lips willingly. Their kisses grew sloppier as their release grew nearer.
"Love you too," Bunny panted as heat began pooling in his groin. "Feels so good." He took one hand off of Jack's hip and began to rub the boy's erection. He stroked harshly, in long even pulls, and Jack cried out, arching his back and pushing himself down onto Aster's lap-
-and Bunnymund wailed in delusion as his mate disappeared again, his claws gouging into the dirt.
Why?! Where was his Jack?! How did he keep disappearing? He could still smell his mate's scent here, there, everywhere, he was here! Where did he go?!
Bunny closed his eyes to blink, opened them-
Day 20
The ground was torn in some places, the walls gouged out in several rooms from the force of the paws that had torn them down. Furniture was smashed to pieces in every room of Bunny's home. One of the windows that looked out onto the sunny Warren was forced open, vines shredded in a small hole. Roots had been ripped out of the earth, and the door was ripped off it hinges.
Aster was loose in the Warren.
...sh*t just got real. Not to mention, for this challenge, Bunny had to have his instincts go out of control and take Jack. First off, Bunnymund is thousands of years old; I imagine that he's got quite a lot of self-control I'd have to compensate for. Not to mention, such a good, decent person would have to be completely out of his mind to even conceive of raping a friend, especially knowing their pre-existing emotional damage and trust issues. Imho, Bunny would never hurt Jack like that unless he was so out of it that he truly did not know what he was doing anymore.
This is my reasoning, anyway.
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