ROTG Saving Hope
Summary: What if Pitch had used Jack against them during the fight with Sandy?
Pairings: BlackIce (Pitch/Jack), SnowBunny (Bunny/Jack)
Warnings: Heavy Slash, Kidnapping, Possible Abuse, Smut, Violence, and Language
Chapter 3: Turning Off The Lights
A soft groan escapes from pale pink lips as the immortal boy slowly woke up from his blank slumber.
A hand snakes its way up to his forehead and he runs it through his hair before using both hands to push himself up into a sitting position.
He looks around the darkened room and his eyes widen slightly seeing the nightmare in the corner watching him with bright yellow eyes.
Jack scoots back until his back collides with a solid stone wall and his hands fumble around feeling for his staff which is nowhere to be found.
"Looking for something, Frost?" the dark voice echoes through the room and sends shivers up the boy's spine as the Nightmare King forms into a solid shape by the nightmare.
Jack's eyes narrow dangerously as his lips tighten into a frown. His mind is trying to think properly to come up with a plan of escape from here in one piece.
"Don't bother trying to escape." Jack's head snaps over to Pitch who looks at Jack like he was a prized piece of meat. "This room has no doors or windows. Only I can enter and leave this room. You're stuck here unless something happens."
A wide smirk appears on the grey toned face and Jack suddenly has the urge to wipe it off of him immediately.
"Why did you bring me here?" He snaps at his enemey and holds back on any smartass remarks. He knows he has to have a cool head to try to weasel an escape route.
Pitch's eyes narrow suddenly and an odd emotion flickers through them faster than Jack's mind can process it. Pitch stands to his full height, pushing away from the wall he was leaning against just a mere second ago.
Pitch is in front of Jack within three full steps and Jack suddenly feels his cheeks warm up and he can't tell if it's from embarassment or anger.
Pitch looks down at the boy on the bed and he reaches a hand out to stroke the white locks only to have his hand slapped away by the owner of said white locks.
"I don't think you have the right to lay a hand on me." Jack spits at him fury appearing in those blue eyes of his and Pitch finds himself captivated by them.
Those eyes are the brightest blue Pitch has seen in decades and his mind goes blank as he grips the boy's face, dark bruises are sure to appear from the force that is being used.
A startled gasp escapes Jack's lips as his chin is pulled up harshly and his body goes still feeling cold lips press roughly to his neck.
Crackling of ice is heard and suddenly Pitch's face meets with the wall as he is hurled off the bed and away from the immortal boy who is glaring at him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Jack screams at the stunned boogeyman before a hand covers the spot where Pitch had kissed his neck.
Pitch chucckles as Jack rolls to dodge a ball of black sand and Pitch suddenly closes the distance between them before Jack can even react properly.
Jack's head bounces hard as it connects with the stone wall and a moment of searing pain causes his mind to go white for a few minutes.
Black sand forms into cuffs that connect Jack's wrists to the walls behind him while the boy is out of commission.
Pitch bends over slightly so his eyes lock with Jack's fearful ones before he crushes their lips together in a bruising and harsh kiss.
Jack's eyes widen even more as something slimly and slithery seeped into his mouth and he struggles violently as it goes down his throat.
He tries so hard to break the kiss so he could cough it up, but Pitch simply gags him and watches with a malacious smirks as Jack's body arches up and writhes in discomfort.
"A king always needs a queen to rule beside him." Pitch whispers as Jack's body continues to writhe and Jack's eyes turn a very dark shade of blue.
His eyes now remind Pitch of a sea that is consumed by a destructful storm. Jack's eyes flutter shut and his body sags against the chains.
Pitch gently picks him up kising each bruising wrist savoring the smell of freshly fallen snow and earth before laying the unconscious boy on the black covered bed.
He brushes white hair from the boy's face before he disappears from the room, laughter filling the silent room.
End of Chpater 3
A/N: This came out pretty good. My glasses broke recently so I have been waiting for my new pair to come in. Thanks for the support guys.
