Welcome back my lovelies to another modern tale of Jack and Bunny~!

WARNING: I have upped the rating for a purpose, my lovelies. If you do not wish to see what you are about to, I suggest you turn around right now. For everyone else, enjoy~!

So, just so you guys know, "Some Nights" by Fun. is Jack's theme song. Seriously, go listen to it and tell me that is NOT Jack's song, seriously, I triple dog dare ya!

And in my opinion, "Animal" by Neon Trees is the JackRabbit theme song.

I don't have a Bunny song yet, so I'm gonna stick to "Land Down Under" by Men At Work.

Also, headcannon dictates that Jack listens to tons of dance and dubstep. I was listening to them as I wrote this!

And now with my rambling done, let the story commence I say!


Modern—Arrival

When Jack first arrived in the Warren, his senses were greeted by the rush of warm wind around him, lovely bright shades of green and deep hues of pink and yellow, fresh daisies and roses, and most apparent of all, pollen. The second thing Jack that happened when he arrived in the Warren was a loud sneeze that escaped him.

"Allergic to pollen, are we?" Bunny said in an amused tone, leaning against a tree with pink leaves as he watched the boy. Jack scowled a moment before relaxing back into a small smile.

"Well, when you've been avoiding spring for your whole existence, yeah." Jack walked slowly over to the giant Bunny, who seemed to grow slightly apprehensive as the frost spirit came closer to him. "So," Jack began, trying to break the growing tension, "you gonna show me around here or what?"

"Of course!" Bunny replied, making his voice sound easy.

They walked around, Bunny introducing Jack to the various places he had and hadn't seen before and giving them a proper introduction. The tension soon broke as they went throughout the Warren, Jack going back to his mischievous nature and freezing a few plants and eggs, which got him a good paw to the back of the head. Eventually, after Jack partially froze the paint river by jumping into it, Bunny figured it was best to just take him back to the Burrow.

"This is where I nest," Bunny said as he opened the wooden door to the mossy looking structure. Inside was a spacious, cozy cabin with simple wooden furniture, knitted accents that brought color to the dark brown, and various books on shelves while a kitchen at the back of the room was obviously meant to be the centerpiece of the room. Jack entered slowly, looking around.

"It's warm," Jack mentioned, holding himself.

"It's always spring, remember?" Bunny walked past the melting boy and opened a door on the side of the room, nodding his head at Jack as if to tell him to follow. Jack walks through the doorway into a spacious room with lots of light coming through a large circular window. The rays of the sun covered a round, orderly mess of twigs, hay, and leaves with a blanket and two pillows on top.

"I-Is that a bed?" Jack asked, curious.

"My nest," Bunny corrected, going over and sitting on it, looking over at Jack. "Would you like to sleep on it?" Jack's face began to heat up, and not because of the warmth of the Warren.

"W-Would I?!" Jack blurted out, holding onto his staff as a safety while he tried to save himself. "W-Well it certainly looks comfortable so yes, but—" Jack stopped as he saw Bunny walk over to a wall, moving a book shelf and tapping his foot on the wall, listening with a keen ear. In a flash, he jumped in the air and knocked the wall of dirt down, causing Jack to nearly screech. Soon, an army of little eggies entered the room and began to collect the dirt, taking it outside to the gardens. Some then entered with lots of hay, sticks and leaves. Bunny left the hole, grabbing one of the pillows off his bed and a spare blanket off a chair, then retreated back into it, only to come back out and nod at Jack. The boy slowly crossed over, clutching his staff tightly until he entered the small room, which had a smaller nest than Bunny's but was still functional, a few craft items having been brought in by the eggies hanging on the wall.

"It's not much," Bunny admitted coolly, "and you'll have to wait for a door until tomorrow, but honestly, tell me what you think."

"It was certainly unexpected…" Jack said looking around. He saw from the corner of his eye the Pooka sagging at the statement. "What I mean is," Jack said as he bit his lip, "it's incredible that you could make this so fast! It's so nice and like it's been here for forever but…you just made it!" Jack smiled a little, and then felt a warmth in him grow as Bunny perked up.

"Well," Bunny said with a matter-of-fact tone, "I did make the continents. My hind paws are the strongest organic weapon known to this planet!"

"So you bend dirt," Jack replied, gaining a scowl from Bunny, though the look in his eyes showed he understood the boy's teasing. "I do have one question, though," Jack said, looking at his doorway. "Is there a reason you put my room right in yours?"

"Yes," Bunny replied, smirking as he went over to the door that connected his room to the kitchen. He opened it, and then shut it behind him, leaving Jack behind in the small room with Bunny's room to cross before he could actually leave.

"Stupid kangaroo," Jack mumbled under his breath before heading to the door.


It was on Jack's fourth day in the Warren that Jack tried chocolate for the first time.

It had been another day of adjusting to life in the forever warm place, and the boy had thought he was getting used to it until a sweet smell entered his nose. He entered the Burrow, where he saw Bunny laboring away in the kitchen, an incredibly serious expression on his face. The winter spirit wandered over to him, watching Bunny with curiosity.

"What is it?" Jack said as he hovered lightly to see the brown liquid in the pot.

"My newest batch of chocolates," Bunny answered, missing the priceless look of shock on the boy's face.

"THAT'S chocolate?" Jack said with surprise, suddenly dropping to his feet.

"Of course it is," Bunny raised an eyebrow at him, "it's melted chocolate. I haven't put it into its molds yet."

"Oh," Jack said, a slight blush coming across his face, tightening his hold on his staff, wringing it in his hands as he looked down, as if embarrassed he even asked.

"H-Hey, mate," Bunny said, dropping his spoon in the pot, hands going down and grabbing the boy's shoulders, "it's okay, I get it, you haven't had a lot of time in the kitchen!"

"Or eating prepared foods in general," Jack mumbled, looking at the large silver pot. When Bunny had first given the boy soup, he was anxious about the heat, but soon grew to like it. In fact, the way Jack was acting now was very similar, and Bunny had to wonder…no…

"Have you ever had chocolate before?" The pink hue on Jack's face as his blue eyes widened told him the answer was negative. In a way, Bunny was slightly pleased by this revelation, and so he picked up his spoon and held it out in front of Jack's mouth, his other paw cupping the boy's chin and slipping the chocolate through the boy's mouth. The frost spirit's eyes narrowed as he felt the chocolate slip down his mouth and coat his taste buds, a warm feeling growing throughout him as the hint of peppers spiced his tongue and the chill of peppermint was welcomed by him. Jack opened his eyes as he swallowed, looking up at Bunny with a completely flushed face.

"It's good," he softly said, sounding as delicate as he looked. Bunny's ears pressed flat against his head, the two frozen a bit before Jack meekly asked, "M-May I have some more?"

"Yeah," Bunny replied, "but only when it's done, okay?" Jack nodded, sitting at the table and waiting patiently, a surprise for Bunny. Finally, he brought over some Bunny shaped chocolates, treats Jack had before teased Bunny about with the claim it was cannibalism, but Jack had no such taunts today. Bunny picked up one of the bunnies, smiling a bit as he leaned over and pressed the treat into the boy's soft lips, his furry fingers pressing against them as he inserted the chocolate. Jack blushed more as he ate the bunny, two small-feeling hands reaching up and covering his mouth as he chewed.

"Delicious!" Jack finally exclaimed, a bright smile shining through as he lowered his hands.

"I'm glad," Bunny said with a small smile, holding out the tray, "have as many as you like, mate." And so Jack did. He had about ten more of the chocolates before the side effects hit him. Jack was thin, unused to the large amounts of sugar Bunny put in his chocolates, and above all, a pig that didn't know when to stop when he liked something. Bunny should have known better, should have pulled the tray away sooner, but the damn faces that boy made when he ate were irresistible. So he supposed he had to pay when the boy began to talk.

"Gee, these are really good, they make me feel alive! Oh, boy, am I shaking, are they making me cold? I've never been cold before, does that mean I'm turning into a normal human? Oh, Moon that would be bad, I still need to be around for hundreds of winters more! Ah, now I'm feeling hot, which isn't good, that means…" At the gasp, Bunny should have tied the boy down. "I'M MELTING!" The boy jumped from his seat as he blacked out.

When Jack woke up, he found himself in Aster's nest, curled up in the Bunny's arms. The boy flushed, looking up at the sleeping Pooka. Even in his sleep he looked exhausted…but why? He looked down at the floor and saw a number of eggs dropped on the floor. Jack sat up, looking at them before hearing Bunny groan.

"Please tell me you're not going to do it again," Jack heard the Guardian of hope sharply whisper.

"Do what again?" Jack asked, looking at the tired Pooka.

"Is it over?" The Pooka said, eyes widening as he sat up. "Oh, Moon, you're back to normal." Jack blushed and cried in protest as he felt Bunny's large, furry arms pull him into the Pooka's chest and remove his sweater and pants, nothing beneath but his pale skin coated in paints of all different colors.

"W-What happened…?" Jack asked in shock, Bunny looking down at the eggs.

"You were afraid you were going to melt, so you began to run around, which alerted the eggs to start painting themselves. Eventually, you stripped to cool yourself down. Didn't realize you went complete commando under those clothes of yours, mate…anyway, you began to chase the eggs and…jumped in a few pools." Jack looked down, completely embarrassed by his situation.

"I—I'm sorry…" Jack muttered sincerely, curling up. Bunny sighed and pulled him closer, the boy suddenly feeling a blanket of warmth come down on him.

"Well it's over now," Bunny said, "and we know better. But now we've gotta get this paint off of ya."

"We?" Jack asked, looking up at him. Suddenly, he felt himself be pinned to the nest.

"The only way that dried paint is coming off," he began, sticking out his tongue, "is with saliva."

"What?!" Jack exclaimed, trying to writhe himself away. "N-No way am I letting you…" Jack shivered, not even able to word it right. However, Bunny was calm, letting Jack relax before continuing.

"Listen," Bunny said soothingly, "that paint's not comin' off with regular water. But saliva is strong enough to do the job. Just trust me to do this tonight and tomorrow we can pretend it was just some dream." Somewhat tranquilized by this, Jack gripped the straws of the nest and sighed.

"Okay," he whispered, closing his eyes, "do it."

"Promise me you won't freeze my tongue onto your body like a flagpole?"

"Just do it and I won't."

Jack felt Bunny pause, and then soon he felt the sand-papery tongue of Bunny on his chest, licking off the paint and gripping his side. Jack sighed a moment, growing used to the feeling. He looked down, watching Bunny remove the paint. Though he attempted to hide it, Jack felt his face grow hot with a blush. As Bunny continues to lick down, he flashes his green eyes up to see Jack looking back down at him with an intense blue gaze. Soon, his tongue went down and began to lick at the boy's legs, which made the frost spirit flinch. He heard a whimper escape the boy's mouth, and then something resembling what sounded like a moan.

"B-Bunny," Jack said in a whisper, his head falling against the bed and his hands slowly reaching down to lightly clench Bunny's fur. Bunny looked up at him again, as if expecting an answer, but not receiving any reply except the slight tugging at his fur. The Pooka went back to his cleaning, smiling as he heard the boy softly and dreamily pant, every once in a while saying his name. Though he finished cleaning all the way down to the boy's feet, Bunny went back up and lingered on licking Jack's thighs, which the boy appreciated in louder and more pronounced moans. However, as soon as the boy's hands began to tighten his hold down on Bunny's soft furry head, the Pooka flipped the boy onto his stomach and began to lick his back, where there was still a lot of paint.

"How're you doing, mate?" Bunny asked, the boy sighing a bit.

"I'm okay," Jack said softly, cradling his head in his arms, sighing as he felt Bunny softly lick his pale skin. He let out a slight shriek of surprise as he felt Bunny lick harder down his lower back, going further down quickly. "I-Is there really paint there?"

"Of course, it got everywhere…" Bunny lifted himself up and laid his chest to the boy's back, gripping the boy's shoulders as he whispered into his cold ear, "Even some places I haven't licked just because I thought you'd feel easier cleaning them yourself." Jack whimpered, nodding a bit.

"O-Okay…" Jack said softly, feeling Bunny sit him up, Jack's back still against the furry Pooka chest. He licked his hands, reaching down and seeing the paint, slowly rubbing himself as he removed it, feeling Bunny's intense stare. He rested his head in the Pooka's neck, shutting his eyes. Jack didn't normally pleasure himself, as he never really got hot enough to do it too often, but when he did, he found himself to be exceptionally loud.

"Do you need me to help?" Bunny said softly, smiling a bit as he head the boy whimper and moan.

"Y-Yes…Bunny…" Jack further buried his head in Bunny's fur, feeling it melt away as the familiar lapping of Bunny's tongue pressed against the winter sprite's bottom, the boy beginning to pleasure himself more. "B-Bunny," he panted, whimpering as he felt the Pooka lick him in every which direction. Further stimulated, he began to pump himself more, moaning and freely calling for Bunny, about to protest as he felt the creature stop licking him but as he felt Bunny pull him onto his lap, he only moaned. Two furry paws reached down and grabbed Jack, the boy's hands gripping onto the arms surrounding him as if holding onto them for dear life.

"Come on, Jackie," Bunny whispered into his ear, slowly biting down onto it, "don't hold back."

"B-BUNNY!" Jack screamed, eyes widening as he saw white cover his vision. After, he clenched tighter onto Bunny's fur, panting and softly whimpering. However, the feeling of Bunny's tongue snapped Jack out of his daze, watching the Pooka clean off the boy's cum. He felt the tongue grace his chest, his neck, and as Bunny cleaned his face Jack blushed as he felt a pair of fuzzy lips press against his own cool ones. Jack closed his eyes, the two continuing to kiss until they parted, Jack turning around and embracing Bunny.

"So I'll be assumin'" Bunny said with a chuckle, "you'll be staying in my nest tonight?"

"Maybe even tomorrow," Jack chuckled, the two returning to their kisses until Jack felt a darkness consume him. The next day, he felt a paw on his head, Jack's eyes slowly opening. "B-Bunny?"

"You're finally awake," Bunny sighed, removing his paw.

"I'm…awake?" Jack said in confusion, sitting up and realizing that he was, in fact, in his own bed and not Bunny's.

"Do you remember anything?" Bunny asked, looking at him.

"I thought I did," Jack said in confusion.

"You thought you were going to melt," Bunny said, "so you began to cover yourself in as many chilled clothes as possible. Eventually, you snapped and began to think you were a bear because of the brown fur coat you wore and chased the eggs everywhere, biting at me when I tried to stop you. Finally, you shed all the coats and simply began to roll around on the ground, screaming about paint."

"Oh," Jack said, blushing as he heard about paint. "Why…were you touching my head?"

"I hadn't seen any of Sandy's sand over you," Bunny said, "so I wanted to make sure you weren't having any bad dreams."

"Well," Jack sighed, curling up in his bed, "do you think some foods can induce some dreams?"

"I've seen Sandy say it before," Bunny smirked, ruffling the boy's hair before standing up and stretching. "I'm going to get some long awaited rest. You do, too, but only if you can."

"Okay," Jack smirked, watching Bunny go to his bed. Although Bunny had promised a door for the boy, the Pooka had been too busy chasing the boy around to get to it. Jack, however, took advantage of it. He watched Bunny rest in his nest, huddled up under his blanket and with two large hind paws sticking out. The peaceful nature of the beast, only further agitated the frost spirit, who thought back to the dream he apparently had.

So did that mean he wanted Bunny? It must have…why would he have the dream anyway? He blushes, thinking back to when he was with Bunny before, what with all the tension that was commonly between them, but he hadn't ever found it to be like what he was experiencing…Jack gulped, knowing that for him to have had such a vivid dream, his feelings must be very strong. But how was he supposed to deal with this? Did Bunny feel the same? Did Jack really feel the way he thought? He needed to talk with someone. But who? Who would understand?

Rich, gold sand poured into the room, Jack's eyes widening. Just as he and Bunny were being knocked out with it, a smile growing on his face as he thought, Sandy!


My God this took forever to write...and yeah, sorry to dissapoint, but that amazing moment between Bunny and Jack was just a dream. *shrugs*

But you've still got no clue as to what the next fairy tale is, so just wait and see this tale of a brat and his beast~!

Meanwhile, I'ma hit the hay like Bunny hits his nest-adorably and with my big feet/paws sticking out under the blanket.

Seeya soon! Don't forget to review!