*stares at the screen* I...I have no idea what to say. The response to this has been so overwhelming and all of you have been so kind! Thank you so much for your support and reviews, they're the reason I can update like this.

Oh! And here is something for all Jackrabbit shippers. There is a lovely artist called Methegirl on DeviantArt. She is, well, solely responsible for this fic by inspiring it with her incredible pic. Granted, this picture is RATED M, so if you're too young to see such things, well, you know better. Please see the bottom of the chapter for the address.

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Chapter 4

Where?! Where was he, where was Jack, here was Jack's scent! Sweet cold peppermint, clean and pure and perfect! Perfect! Where?! Where was his Jack?!

Bunnymund moved in great leaps and bounds through the sunlit Warren, his nose his only guide now. Jack's scent had seemed to spread to every inch of the soft grass and bright flowers of his home, and Aster was determined to search until his found his Jack. His mate was here, all he had to do was find him.

And claim him.

Finally, Aster traced his scent to under the bushes, and sleeping under the leaves was his Jack. Aster stopped at the edge of the little clearing under the large leaves, nearly crooning in delight at the sight of his boy. "Found you, Jackie-boy, finally, finally found ya! Can't disappear now, can ya?"

Hair as fair as the moon, skin pale yet flush with sleep, strong, thin arms curled onto his side. Here now was his beautiful, powerful mate! Green grass and moss underneath him made his pale skin almost shine in the faint sunlight. But that abomination of brown canvas on his legs had to go, had to go now, right now, nothing was allowed to hide his Jack's body from him!

Aster moved forward, sniffing up Jack's legs as he leaned over the boy. His claws dug into the soft moss on either side of his mate as he breathed in his wonderful scent. He brought his teeth down, shivering as his nose touched Jack's belly, and bit through the waistband of the pants. Eager hands pulled the brown canvas off his legs, and flung them over Bunny's shoulder. Now, he could see his mate. Ooh, his legs were just as perfect as the rest of him, long and lean and strong, leading to thin hips and a resting cock that looked to be a surprising 8 inches when erect. Bunny couldn't be more pleased at the sight of his mate. "My beaut of a mate. My Jack..."

And Jack was still sleeping, oh good, sleeping, couldn't run away now, couldn't disappear like every other time, thank MiM! His mate couldn't leave him if he was sleeping. No more being alone, waking up alone, arms empty and crying out for him, and all alone... Aster couldn't help how his arms shook as he moved over the boy, sliding his arms underneath him to hold on and not let go. He was near laying his full weight on top of Jack, and the moment he felt Jack's full body against his-

He began to move, unable to stop himself. Rubbing his fur over Jack's skin, rocking his hips over Jack's pale thighs, pulling Jack closer with every move, nuzzling and kissing at Jack's neck and jaw. He felt Jack's dick slowly come to life under his belly, the fur and warmth bringing pleasure to a still dreaming spirit as his cock went fully erect. Aster's length was full and hard already, rubbing against the cool skin that he wanted to paint with cum, to lick and suck and nip and hold, oh MiM, it felt so good-

Bunny came with a low moan on Jack's thighs in thick jets of pearly white cum, but he didn't stop, couldn't stop rocking his hips against Jack. His mate hadn't come, not yet, his Jack needed pleasure too, or he would disappear again, nonononono, don't disappear! Aster grew hard again as he nuzzled and licked at Jack's neck, his hips thrusting against Jack's thighs, his stomach rubbing more firmly against Jack's erection

And Jack came with a soft gasp, his eyes still closed in sleep. Cum splashed over Aster's cock, soaking the air around them with his purest, strongest scent of mint and magic and musk. Bunny nearly screamed in joy as he moved faster, rubbing himself over Jack's lean body again, needing the pleasure again. That scent, the wonderful pure scent, he loved it, wanted it, needed more of it; he needed Jack so badly! His mate would give him more of that addictive scent, right?

Aster rocked harder against Jack and came again, screaming in pleasure as Jack moved the slightest bit beneath him. The Pooka pulled just a bit back to look at his Jack again, and nearly lost his breath at the sight of the slight flush on his mate's cheeks; his nipples hard and begging to be touched; his skin so creamy pale that it needed to be tasted and licked. It would be a sin not to!

Bunny's tongue licked at Jack's neck once more, nipping with his buck teeth and delighting as Jack made a soft sound of pleasure in his sleep. He moved down, nipping and sucking across the boy's chest until he came to the pale pink nipples, biting gently. Jack practically purred as Aster's hands stroked over his sides and shoulders, and Aster slid further down to lick down the skin of his belly and finally down to the winter spirit's cock. His hands slid down to Jack's hips, lifting him up as Bunny eagerly took him into his mouth, careful of his teeth. Jack gasped again, his body shifting to lay on his back, and Aster began to suck that cool flesh with positively greedy abandon. Long strokes with his tongue, sucking back harder with each bob of his head, and sweet MiM, the sounds Jack made as he sucked!

The Pooka came from the sound alone, his sounds vibrating down his throat and made the boy come too, this time with a low moan that nearly sent Aster into another orgasm with how sexy it sounded. He swallowed Jack's cum, feeling tiny, icy tendrils of magic begin to form in his chest. Bunny couldn't be happier at feeling that delicious chill that shivered over his body.

His mate was sharing his magical power; finally, finally, finally! Jack, by releasing his magic into Bunny, had accepted the beginnings of the bond. With every bit of magic shared between them, the stronger the mating bond would be. And now, oh thank MiM, now, Aster could give his magic in return. He would have a real mate! Jack would be his mate forever and ever, and never leave him again.**

Aster began to lick over Jack's cock and sac with his long tongue, cleaning up every drop of cum he might have missed. The Pooka lifted Jack's legs up over his shoulders, breathing his mate's pure, clean scent and shivering in pleasure at how good Jack's legs felt around him. He licked further, down Jack's perineum and to his tightly puckered hole. Bunny laved this area with his tongue, wetting it thoroughly with his saliva. The winter spirit moaned loudly in his sleep, his thighs twitching apart. That was all the readiness the Pooka needed to feel.

Aster was almost churring as he moved up, pulling Jack's thighs down from his shoulders to settle at his hips, pressing the head of his thick cock to the boy's hole. The spit eased the way just barely, and Bunny growled low into Jack's neck as he pushed slowly forward. Jack whimpered and shifted in his sleep, and Aster crooned softly to his mate to soothe him as he kept up his steady pace of pushing into that tight, warm hole. "My Jack, my beaut of a mate, shhh luv. I won't hurt ya, neva' hurt ya, shhh, shhh."

He licked at the sprite's neck, nipping at his collar and down to the nipples that were still hard. His claws traced over Jack's hips and thighs, slowly pulling the boy closer to himself until every inch of his 10 inch cock was finally buried inside his mate. Jack whimpered again, pain in the clench of his eyes and parted lips.

The Pooka would later thank his martial arts training for his flexibility as he bent further down to lick and suck at Jack's limp cock. His hips began to move back at the same time as his mouth took in the cool flesh of the boy's dick, his tongue working under the head and sides. Just as Bunny had nearly pulled out all the way, Jack began to grow hard. Bunny smiled around the sprite's length, firmly rubbing his tongue and sucking back. Jack moaned softly as Aster worked, his faint whimpers growing as Aster slowly pushed back inside his hole.

Jack's legs tensed, pulling Bunny closer and giving the slightest thrust up to meet the Pooka's mouth, his whimpers changing to soft moans. Aster groaned in pleasure as the act pushed him further into Jack's hole. Bunny began to quicken his thrusts, unable to hold back any longer. He sucked and licked and pumped and thrust, harder and longer and deeper each time. Jack's fingers clenched in the grass, the boy rolling his head side to side as he moaned, eyes moving behind still closed lids.

Within minutes, Jack came into Aster's mouth with a cry and the Pooka screamed around him in ecstasy as more icy magic pooled in his chest. It all felt so good, so incredibly good, his mate under him and his boy's magic thrumming inside him. Aster lowered the sprite's cock from his mouth and leaned back, pulling Jack's thighs fully to his hips as he buried himself deep into his mate. Bunny panted, feeling his own magic gathering, and began to thrust once again. Pumping in hard and deep and fast, his hips pistoning in and out of Jack, until finally he came.

Pleasure screamed through every tight muscle of his body, magic flowing out with his cum and filling Jack, finishing the bond between them both. Aster howled, his claws digging into Jack's thighs as his orgasm seemed to never end, still thrusting deeply into his new mate.

He was still semi-hard when he came down from his high, pulling out from Jack. He looked down at his mate, taking in the faintly flushed skin, the red marks from his claws, and many nips and bites that littered his neck and shoulders. The marks were already fading, Jack's magic healing the small bruises and scratches easily. Bunny gently licked the sweat from Jack's body, and paid special attention to Jack's cock, sac, and hole as he licked him clean. The act aroused Jack again, and Aster eagerly sucked him to completion. Despite being fully hard now, he found himself exhausted. The Pooka moved them both so that he was fully spooned behind Jack, a gentle furred hand lifting up one pale leg to slowly slide back inside his mate. He sent one hand down to stroke and rub at the boy's cock. Jack gasped softly, his body tensing, and Bunny nipped at the back of his neck, gently setting his teeth to him as the older male began to lazily thrust.

Jack suddenly twitched and the choked sound of a gasp told Bunny that he had finally found his mate's prostate. He began to increase the speed of his hips, his cock sliding in and out easily from the cum still inside the boy to act as lube. Jack began to slowly move with him, his moans breathless and low from the double stimulation of Bunny's hand stroking his cock and the hard, thick length hitting his prostate. Aster felt more magic building up as the pressure in his balls grew, and pumped harder, hitting that spot inside his mate each time. He felt the body beside him grow tight and tense even as Jack's hips rocked back to meet his thrusts.

Aster came again, fire and magic roaring through him as he shouted in pleasure. And Jack came bare seconds later, throwing his head back in a silent scream of ecstasy, and unknown and unseen to Bunny-

-shocked blue eyes wide open in the first orgasm he could ever remember.

It would be later, when Bunnymund was thinking clearly again, that the Pooka would realize what he and Jack had done. Not just physically, but magically. And he would be devastated with guilt, not just for the act but all its consequences, for centuries to come.

The purely physical act of sex and physical mating had no bearing on the magical aspect of it. Two magical beings could have sex for years at a time and not from any kind of magical bond. Spirits could create a bond of any kind with their innate magic; it came from the very source of their being, their souls. Creating a magical bond, whether it was between spirits, a spirit and a familiar or animal, or even a bond between a spirit and a place, took infusing both parties with their own magic. Both parts had to 'share' the magic, and by this, sustain the magical bond they had created. A mating or marriage bond was the same.

Of course, most spirits had had some form of teaching and magical education about this at some point in their lives. The majority of magical beings had been taught how to control their magics to prevent any sort of accidental bond from forming, mainly by exercising special techniques that could help them retain control of their magic. This way, spirits didn't just leak out their magics in a fit of strong emotion* or very strong physical sensation like pain or pleasure. Jack, as a young spirit without any form of magical guidance for hundreds of years, had no idea about any of this and thus had never been taught how to control his magic like that.

And the Guardians, not quite grasping just how lacking their Jack's magical education was, never thought twice about teaching him about it. They assumed that since he'd never had any magical bonds before, that surely he already knew how to control himself like that. So why bring it up?

Bunnymund had assumed the same thing as well. (He would be kicking himself for that for a very long time.) Spirits and Pookas were very alike in this aspect of bonding. Pookas could have sex as much as they wanted and have it mean nothing; the expression 'fuck like rabbits' had originally been about Pookas. But Pookas bonded, or mated, by sharing their innate magic, their very essence and life force, during sex. And Jack, by accidentally leaking his magic with every drop of cum he'd given, had unknowingly initiated a mating bond with Aster.

Thousands of years of celibacy, without even the scent of an eligable mate to tempt him, had driven the Pooka's instincts to their breaking point. E. Aster Bunnymund could no more have stopped his instinctual response anymore than he could have stopped the dawn. He'd gathered his magic and reciprocated; his mating had poured a bit of his thousands of years of magic and power into his new lover. It had 'sealed the deal', as the humans say, of the mating bond between Jack and Aster. The very nature of the bond was permanent. Jack could not break it, nor could Aster, not without dying first.

The bond was also permanently exclusive. Jack could never share a bond of any kind with another being ever again without Bunny's express permission. The only way to even attempt it would have to involve Bunny, as the bond would have to be with Aster as well. Jack could never get married, never have a familiar, never have even the faintest hint of interest in another lover. The Pooka's mating bond would not allow it without Aster's permission.

When Bunnymund would realize what he'd done, he would be riddled with guilt for not only raping Jack...

...he had effectively taken away Jack's freedom to ever love another being.

* During the movie, just after Sandy's 'death', when Jack is overwhelmed by that flood of Nightmares, he was probably scared spitless. This certainly counts as a very strong emotion, and thus tugged on his powers. This caused his magic to not just leak, but gush out in a tidal wave of power that had frozen the black sand and destroyed so many Nightmares. Thus, when Jack is asked by Toothainia how he performed such powerful magic, he says rather honestly that he doesn't know. Because he was never taught how to stop it from leaking out, and doesn't even know that this is what was happening.

...*blushes*. The smut is not over, just so you know. And someone mentioned the summer spirits in a review; don't worry, I haven't forgotten them. We'll be seeing Protective!Bunny soon.

Here's the address to the picture she made, 'Jackrabbit - Fog in the Warren'. Just remember to remove the spaces. methegirl . deviantart art / Jackrabbit-Fog-in-the-Warren- 349722179 Please let her know I sent you, lol! And remember, RATED MATURE! If you're too young to see things rated M, DO NOT GO LOOK AT IT!

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