Hey guys, long time no read!
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Warning: Mature content, some strong language, some blood/gore, violence, abuse, gay sexual content, rape, acts of sodomy, some torture
Corruption of evil
Chapter 7: Cooling the burning pain:
(Part 1)
Jack had been sat on the bed with Pitch's head resting in his lap since the day before. He hadn't moved from that spot since having moved Pitch to the bed straight after he had finished cleaning and dressing his wounds. Wounds that, apart from a few obvious gash like cuts and bruised hit marks, to his shock, looked surprisingly like claw and bite marks. The Bite like markings centred mostly around his throat, and looking oddly different to what he imagined a Nightmare would leave. Almost looking like the marks a vampire would leave in the human's movies he had overseen. Human like but with more profound holes where fangs had dug deep. Nothing like what a Nightmare would most likely leave...
Holding him tightly, he'd been crying silently in to the man's now messy hair for hours. He hadn't even bothered about the now dry blood that covered himself, even though the strong metallic smell was becoming harder to ignore.
Turning his head as he heard trotting hooves, he realised both of Pitch's Nightmares were still there, guarding the door as they watched their master, waiting. Jack slowly lifted his head, looking at the Nightmares and then back down at Pitch, as he tiredly wiped away his cold tears with the back of his hand. He didn't look very peaceful, his face was slightly contorted in what Jack guessed was either pain or fear, if not both. He thought for a moment, wondering if he could be dreaming. If the look on his face was because of a nightmare. He still didn't know if Pitch could even have dreams or nightmares. He hoped he wasn't having a bad dream and that he could not feel the pain from his wounds, but his pained face said otherwise.
He combed his hand through the man's once sharp looking spiky hair that had lost some of it's form and now partially covered his face. It was slightly sticky from sweat and Jack's tears that had no time to freeze with the heat coming from the man in his lap. His fever hadn't gone down at all, but instead seemed to be going up. Even with Jack's low body temperature and, thanks to him, the lower temperature in the room, he still seemed to be heating up. It was uncomfortable for Jack, but he had no desire to move. He could withstand it for longer. He would withstand it for longer, if only in hope to cool him down a little or make him more comfortable. Not to mention that, if he moved, Pitch's temperature would most likely skyrocket, only getting higher a lot quicker without Jack's cold touch to slow it down.
He sighed, looking back up at the Nightmares who were watching curiously. He had tried his best to help Pitch, but he could only help him to a point, which he had now nearly reached, it seemed. There were only two other option he could think of to help him now before he got any worse.
One, was going to the other Guardians. But even if they agreed to help Pitch, they would have so many questions that Jack wasn't sure he could answer...
How did he know Pitch was in this condition?
Where had he found him?
Why was Jack even there to begin with?
Why did Jack want to help the man, who had wanted to destroy them all, so badly?
Had he already known Pitch was back, and if so, why did he not go to tell them straight away?
Was Pitch linked to the fact that they had seen less and less of Jack and his winter work these past few weeks?
With so many things they could ask him, and the possibility of them not wanting to and maybe not even being able to help Pitch, and knowing he was back... the risk was too great, so he was left with only one other option. Only one other thing he could do for Pitch.
He nodded to himself, having made his choice, and stared straight in to glowing golden eyes without a speck of worry or fear about him.
"Hey, I want one of you to do something..." The Nightmares looked between themselves and then at Jack before one of them took a couple of steps forward. Jack was surprised they were listening to him so well, as if answering a command from him in Pitch's absence...
"O-okay... I... I can't believe I'm saying this, but..." He sighed, looking down at Pitch, stroking a few stray strands of raven hair from his face.
"I want you to go out and... scare some kids... I want you to create as much fear as you can for Pitch." The Nightmare's ears perked up in excitement. She hadn't expected such a request from the Guardian of fun. Jack looked back up at her with a stern face.
"But don't over do it! I don't want you to make them tormented for life..." The Nightmare snorted in understanding, but had not yet moved. Jack figured she was waiting for any possible further commands and the order to leave and fulfil her purpose, so he gave it.
"Go, now! Hurry!" She whinnied, shaking her head up and down excitedly, and ran out the door, melting in to a fast moving cloud of dark sand as she headed for the sleeping children of Burgess . The other Nightmare looked in her direction as the door shut, ears down, before looking down at the gowned as she pawed at it with her hoof. Jack giggled half-heartedly.
"Bet you wish you stepped forward instead now, don't cha?" She lifted her head a little to look at him, ears still flat against her head. Jack laughed weakly as he looked at the Nightmare who oddly looked like a cute dog that was begging for some scraps of meat.
"Don't worry, you can go next time. Okay?" Her ears perked up and she trotted towards the bed and nuzzled his face happily, making him giggle again as he petted her nose gently. When she pulled back she looked down to her master in Jack's lap, her ears lowering again. Jack wondered what it was about these Nightmares that made them so different to the others and so loyal. They had obvious personalities that went beyond just being fear inducing, and they cared for the wellbeing of their master, it seemed, not just because he was their master, and not just because he was in charge and the one they feared. Why were they different in these ways? Had Pitch managed to change them to be this way, or did the Nightmares always have such different personalities? Looking back down at Pitch, he frowned and supposed he would have to wait a while to find out. Leaning down, he kissed his forehead before leaning back in to the pillow he'd propped up against the headboard of the bed, closing his eyes.
"Please... let this work..." He said, voice gentle and just above a whisper.
Jack woke up a few hours later. His legs felt numb. Looking down with a frown, he stared at the sleeping face of the reason to his discomfort. His frown disappeared when he noticed the difference in Pitch's features; he looked more peaceful than before. His pained look seemed to be gone and he could of sworn he was a shade greyer before. Jack reached down and put his hand on the older man's forehead. His temperature, though still at fever level, had lowered considerably. He smiled as he lent forward, his face hovering above Pitch's as he placed a hand on either side of the man's head.
"Hey, Pitch." He gently poked the man's cheek hopefully.
"Piiitch~ Pitch? ..." He sighed when he still got no answer, resting his forehead against Pitch's. He didn't stay in that position for long, the heat from Pitch had eventually gotten to him, and along with the numbness in his legs, everything in general became too much to bare for much longer. Sitting back up again he gently moved Pitch's head off of his lap and on to a pillow.
"You're pretty heavy, you know?" He yawned, swung his feet over the edge of the bed and tried wiggling his numb toes. When some sensation returned he slowly stood, wobbling at first, he laughed at his own instability before catching his balance. He gathered the medical supplies and changed Pitch's bandages, cleaning and treating the wounds as he did so.
"I'm so gonna become a pro at this with all the times I'm having to fix you up." He smirked, but then blushed as he realised he was basically Pitch's nurse.
"But don't get any ideas cause there's no fucking way you're getting me in to some kind of kinky cosplay shit..." Once he was done, he began to move the rest of the medicine and bandages back to the bedside table when something nudged him in the back. Turning around he saw the Nightmare that he had sent out earlier had returned.
"Oh! Hey there!" He smiled at her and put the things he was holding down in their places.
"You must of done a good job. Pitch seems to be getting better already." He said cheerfully. The Nightmare snorted in response. Jack looked around himself and, frowning, realised there'd been something missing for a while.
"Hey, where's Pitch's rabbit..? I don't think I've seen her in a while." The Nightmare tilted her head to the side, then looked down at Pitch as he slept soundly on the bed. She looked back up at Jack making small snorting noises. He couldn't understand the Nightmares like Pitch could, but as he listened to those small sounds and looked in to her eyes, somehow nearly feeling fuzzy-minded from them, he seemed to be able to understand part of what she wanted to say, even if he could hear no words.
"Si...Sick? What? How?" She looked back down at Pitch again, and Jack realised what she meant.
"Don't tell me she's in the same state as Pitch..." The Nightmare snorted.
"Where is she?" She looked under the bed and Jack copied her movement. And there she was, a small dark shadow among the lighter shadow of the bed and Pitch's dried blood, curled up by the foot of the bed.
"H-has she been there all this time?!" But when he tried to reach for her the Nightmare grabbed his blue sleeve between her sharp teeth and pulled him back, sending a small spark of fear through him accidentally with the contact, making him gasp. She whinnied at him in disapproval, not wanting him to touch her.
"Hey! I-I can't just leave her there!" In response she tried pulling him back by the sleeve of his hoodie again, stomping her hooves on the stone floor. The other Nightmare came over next to them and shook her head around, also stomping and whinnying like her sister had done. He pushed the one that tugged on his sleeve out of the way, this time not trying to understand what they were saying as he practically hurled himself under the bed. He quickly reached for her, and just as his fingers came in contact with her whiskers, before he had even gotten the chance to get a hold of her, her eyes shot open in a golden flash and Jack didn't have the time to take anything in as he was hurled backwards, out from under the bed and hitting the wall beside the large double doors to the room, nearly knocking him out. Sliding to the floor, his eyes wide, he blinked quickly, trying to understand what had just happened. Slowly standing up, gasping for breath, he stared under the bed.
"W-what just..." He looked at the Nightmares who were looking back at him in a 'we tried to tell you ' sort of way. Walking up to him, one snorted and nuzzled his face.
"I-I'm fine... I think. I don't understand what just happened but apart from that..." He sighed
"I guess it's my fault, huh? I should have just listened..." The Nightmare made a soft neighing noise and Jack petted her muzzle. He slowly walked back over to the bed, having only just recovered from the unexpected attack. He sat down next to Pitch and stroked his thumb across the older man's pronounced cheekbone.
"You better hurry and wake up, Pitch. I've got a load of questions to ask you; they're starting to pile up, I can barely keep count..." He curled up next to him and continued talking, even if Pitch probably couldn't hear a word of it.
Jack hadn't left Pitch's side in nearly four days, doing his best to try and heal the older man as he slept whilst breathing a little too shallowly and unevenly for the winter spirit's liking; though his fever had at least gone down, he wasn't well enough to stop the boy's worry. Even if he had work to do on the surface, he refused to return to it until he felt certain Pitch would be okay.
As he changed his bandages, for who knows what number of times it made it now, the King of Nightmares stirred in his sleep. A small smile came to Jack's hopeful face and he finished fixing them in place. Sitting next to him on the bed, seeing his eyes starting to flutter open, he leaned close and gently said his name, trying to keep calm, hoping that this time it wasn't false hope.
"Pitch... Pitch."
"hnn..." He opened his now dull golden silver eyes with difficulty. Blinking a few times, he looked to his side where a happy little, comfortingly cold to his burning cuts and bruises, spirit was smiling at him.
"...Jack..."
"Pitch..!" Quickly jumping forward he hugged him, and just as quickly he let go and moved away when Pitch let out a pained moan. And hang on, did he just glomp Pitch Black the Boogieman..? What was wrong with him? He really was loosing it.
"Oh shit I'm sorry..!" He blushed slightly, embarrassed, and angry at himself for acting rashly.
"gnn... Well hello to you too..?" The corner of Pitch's mouth turned up slightly and Jack felt relief wash over him.
"Hi." he giggled.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to do that... How're you feelin'?" he said as he tried to hold back how giddy he felt from Pitch eventually waking up. He needed to stay calm for his sake.
"...like my body is on fire..." Jack looked at him sympathetically, before looking down to his own hands in his lap as they shook slightly from the mild adrenalin rush.
"... Does this help?" He placed his cold hands on Pitch's cheek and neck. Closing his eyes, Pitch sighed in relief at the cooling sensation, as well as the soft touch.
"Thank you. That feels wonderful..." He opened his eyes again to look in to Jack's icy blue ones.
"For how long was I asleep?" He felt groggy and worn out as if he'd barely slept, but at the same time he felt like he'd slept for an eternity.
"For, like, three days. Nearly four, I think... You kind of scared me there. Even when you're like this, you can still do your thing I guess." He laughed innocently. Pitch turned his face in to the cool hand on his cheek and kissed it, halting the boy's laughter.
"Thank you, Jack. Thank you so very much. Not just for this, but for coming back."
"Huh? But I didn't think you wanted me to come back after last time, I thought you were angry at me for... pushing you away..."
"No my dear, I was not angry at you; hurt perhaps, but not angry. If I was angry with anyone it was with myself for trying to do that with you, especially when you had asked me to stop with such fear in your voice... I was worried I had scared you off for good that time." It made Jack's heart beat a little faster, the fact that the boogeyman seemed to care and also the fact he so easily showed his feelings to him. He had never shown much true emotion to anybody, apart from to Jack; even before his defeat. When it was with Jack his pride would move out of the way, even if it was just a little, and he would tell him how he truly felt.
"Pitch... I'm sorry."
"what for?"
"Hurting your feelings... I didn't mean to."
"That's quite all right, precious." A faint blush crept on to Jack's face as he lent down, only slightly hesitantly, and kissed the corner of Pitch's mouth. He stayed still, face hovering over his, looking in to silver eyes as they shone with a faint golden glow. Pitch looked up in to the icy blue orbs that observed him with still present worries, running his tongue over dry lips as he held back the want to pull Jack down in to a proper kiss.
"I'm sorry, Jack. For all the trouble I've caused you, and for everything I've done to you. I'm the only one who needs to apologise; not you. And I do not deserve you to say yes, but will you stay here with me for the night? I promise I will not do anything you dislike." Jack's uncertainty about Pitch had been fading more and more, another emotion taking it's place. Besides, he had already decided he was staying here until he was sure Pitch would be okay if he left, so there was no way now that he would decline.
"Of course I will." He said with a warm smile. He pulled the black covers over the both of them, sending cold frost over the cover to keep them cool and cuddled up to Pitch, gently placing a hand on his chest, head resting on his shoulder. The boogeyman put his arm around him and rested his own head on soft white hair. Jack's cold body felt wonderful against him, the cool touch soothing his painful cuts and bruises. His other hand came up to place itself on top of the smaller white one on his chest, but Jack moved his hand from under the touch. Pitch, thinking he was maybe giving to much contact for Jack's comfort, began to move away slightly, head lifting off of Jack's; until Jack entwined their fingers.
"Don't move away..." Pitch felt, for once, happy. Despite everything, Jack wanted his touch; he wasn't scared or angry, he just seemed content. So Pitch's head came back down to rest on the other's as his grip on Jack's hand tightened.
A short silence passed before Pitch spoke again.
"... What happened to him exactly? You never said. Just that he had gotten hurt."
"Hmm?"
"That human boy you're so fond of."
"Oh, Jamie... Yeah... He was playing high up in the trees, he wasn't the least bit scared even though the branches were thin and made cracking noises." Jack looked down at their entwined hands and absentmindedly stroked his thumb over Pitch's.
"He jumped from one to another, it broke... and he fell. He broke his arm; and if I hadn't been there to push a load of snow under him it could have been so much worse..."
"I suppose it was lucky you were there to help."
"If things had been dealt with differently, if he was scared of the height and the noises the branches made, then my help wouldn't have even been needed because he wouldn't of climbed up so high in the first place... and he would be fine."
"... You really think I'm so needed in this world?"
"Yes! Of course you are, and I hate myself for not thinking that before..!" Jack blushed.
"The world needs you. I..." Jack's blush darkened, his cheeks feeling hotter. Pitch lifted his head to try and look at Jack's face.
"You what, Jack?" Jack looked up at him with a worried expression, chewing on his lip.
"I... kinda need you too..." Jack felt embarrassed and turned his head to hide his face in Pitch's shoulder, refusing to look up at him again. The older man's eyes were wide, he had not expected that. Leaning down, he planted a kiss on Jack's hair.
"Thank you, precious. you have no idea how much that means to me."
Once they were more relaxed, Jack remembered his questions that had now pilled up in his mind.
"Hey..., Pitch?"
"Hmm?" Pitch's eyes were closed and slumber threatened to take a hold of his drained body.
"Can I ask you some stuff?"
"...What stuff..?"
"Something about the Nightmares, and some other things..." Pitch sighed. How was he still tired after four days of non stop sleep..? And did Jack really have to ask him his annoying questions right now?
"Could we... leave that till morning?"
"Yeah, sure." Jack could hear in his voice that Pitch was drifting off. He would probably get better answers from him once he was more rested anyways.
"Sleep well, Pitch."
"mnn..."
They both fell asleep in each others arms, sleeping soundly together for the first time in the month that Jack had been visiting Pitch.
The next time that Pitch opened his eyes, he found himself staring at the crystal eyes of something that was far to close to tell what it was. He gasped and tried to move away from it, sitting up a little to quickly for his body's liking and backing up against the bed's headboard. Blinking a few times as his eyes focused, he realised it was merely Jack's rabbit, who jumped away and in to the arms of none other than Jack himself as he stood next to the bed giggling; most likely at Pitch's reaction.
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty~!"
"Ha ha very funny." Jack just smiled and let the rabbit disappear, before taking a step forward.
"How are you feeling?"
"Alright, I suppose. Better than before..." Looking down at himself, running a hand across his sensitive torso, he saw the remains of his own dried blood on his hand, arm, the sheets. Looking to the floor by Jack's bare, also bloodied feet, he could see the now dried pool of blood and the bloody hand prints and scuff marks beside it from where Jack had dragged him from underneath the bed.
"I... seem to have made quit the mess. Not to mention the dreadful odour..."
"Sorry, I didn't have time to clean it all up properly... I better go find something to-"
"No need." Pitch waved his hand and shadow began to spread from underneath the bed, covering all areas where blood remained, including Jack and Pitch. As the shadow began to climb Jack's leg he panicked and shot up in the air with a shriek.
"Calm yourself, Jack. You can trust me; I promise. Place your feet back on the ground."
"But what are you..."
"Don't worry, trust me, you'll see." Hesitant, Jack floated back down and held his breath whilst the shadow grew across his body. Pitch snapped his fingers and, quicker than it had appeared, the shadow disappeared back under the bed. In it's wake not a single drop of blood remained. The smell still hung in the air, though not as potent anymore, but all traces of blood had vanished as if they had never been there in the first place.
"Wow. How the hell?" Jack looked around himself astonished, before looking down at his own hands and clothing.
"A little trick I learned since being trapped down here. As you can see it comes in useful."
"I see. But, erm, where did it all... go..? Even the stains in my clothes have vanished!"
"Oh, somewhere else... Does it matter?"
"I suppose it doesn't..." They both fell silent, Jack staring at Pitch. After a couple of minutes Pitch looked up at Jack.
"What is it, Jack?"
"W-Wha..?
"Just ask will you. I don't know how much longer I can take you staring at me like that as you try to not be afraid of asking me whatever questions it was that you wanted to ask before..." Jack snapped back to reality, his eyes slightly wider than before.
"Oh, yeah urm... okay."
"Why don't you come sit with me?" Pitch patted the bed beside himself.
"Yeah, okay. Thanks." He took a step forward and sat on the side of the bed, looking to his left at Pitch who was lent against the headboard. Pitch reached a hand out and stroked the left of Jack's face before resting his hand on the boy's neck.
"Go ahead, ask away."
"I'm... not sure were to begin." Jack laughed nervously.
"Just ask whatever comes to you first." he said with a serious look and a frown, clearly dreading whatever he might want to know. The atmosphere was odd because of this clear annoyance contrasting with the loving touch he gave. But whoever said Pitch Black wasn't a confusing and complex person? At least this meant that there was never a dull day with him.
"...Okay. Well, first I guess I should ask about the smallest Nightmare you have. Your rabbit."
"What about her?" Pitch looked confused, and Jack stroked his hand along his arm reassuringly.
"While you were still out of it, I noticed I hadn't seen her in a while... A Nightmare showed me she was under the bed. She told me she'd been th-"
"Wait, stop..!" Jack's eyes widened in surprise.
"W-what?"
"What do you mean she told you?!"
"I'm guessing that's not normal, then."
"Jack, are you telling me that one of my Nightmares talked to you, and that you both heard and understood her?" Pitch was now sat a lot closer and held Jack's face in both his hands.
"Well... yeah, kinda? It was hard to understand and everything, I-I had to be completely concentrated, but I got most of it." Pitch slowly let go of his face and sat back. He looked down away from Jack's gaze.
"I don't know whether to be worried or proud..."
"Is there a reason to be worried..?" Jack reached for Pitch's hand, making him look back up at him.
"I... can't say for sure. I suppose not."
"So... you're proud of me?"
"I must admit it, it is a pleasing thought that they choose to communicate with you and that you can understand, though it shocks me. ...It's as if you were meant to be here, with me... Beside me." Jack blushed and they smiled at each other awkwardly. Jack fidgeted feeling a little awkward, looking to the side he cleared his throat.
"S-so as I was saying..." He looked back to Pitch, who nodded slowly for him to continue.
"Forgive me, I should not have interrupted. Continue, please."
"She told me she'd been there since you were hurt. I... tried to reach for her, the Nightmare tried to stop me but I didn't listen... My finger only grazed her whiskers and her eyes shot open, and all I could see was this golden light. I got thrown backwards in to the wall by the doors. And she's still under the bed now. What happened..? What's happened to her?" Pitch sighed, wondering if it was a good idea to tell the young Guardian. But he supposed out of everyone, apart from his Nightmares, Jack was the closest thing to a friend he had. If he could trust in anyone, it would be him. He wanted to be able to trust him.
"Alright, it may be stupid of me to reveal this to you, but my intuition tells me I can trust you, for in the wrong hands this is a weakness of mine." Jack sat a little closer, holding Pitch's hand in both of his as he looked seriously in to Pitch's dulled golden eyes.
"That Nightmare is a... life line, of sorts. If I ever reach a dangerous state, one were my life is in the balance and death becomes probable, then the signs of that will show in her as she partially shuts down, as if hibernating, and becomes a source of energy to heighten my chance of survival. She is nothing like any other Nightmare I have ever created; she does not induce fear directly, but from a distance. From anywhere on this world. Over time it slowly stores inside her, and when I am harmed like before and she becomes like she is now, that power transfers to me and her ability to feed off of the fear of others quadruples, and the energy of that fear runs through her to me like what the humans use to place blood in the body of someone who has not much of their own blood left. Like a transfusion. The fear, though plenty for her, is only in small quantities compared to what I or the other, larger Nightmares, would normally feed on, and is diverted to me with little speed, so it's just enough to keep me going but would take a long while to heel me with that alone. Unfortunately I did not manage to make her capable of collecting as much as the others... Plus the fact she had barely anything stored up since I had already been harmed beforehand as you know, meant that this time she has not been able to help me much and used all she had. As a result she is still recuperating herself, and that is why she is still sleeping. So, you see, she doubles as an energy source and lifeline as well as being a form of spying and communication aid. If someone tries to touch her when she begins to hibernate to keep me alive, they will be harmed, shot backwards like you were by sand as fear shoots through their system, as a way of keeping her safe so that she can continue to feed me. If the rabbit were to be destroyed it would not harm me but I would no longer be fed the energy I need to survive. However, the weaker I become, the weaker she will become." Jack stared at him eyes wide in awe. He wasn't expecting it to be something like that.
"I... didn't know you could make things like that... That you could make creatures like her." Pitch smirked.
"Well, now you know. Was there anything else you wanted to know?"
"Y-yeah, if...if it's okay to ask still."
"We might as well get these questions out of the way, might we not?"
"Yeah..."Jack turned his head, looking toward the Nightmares in front of them.
"Why do they care?" He nodded to them and looked back to Pitch.
"What do you mean?"
"They have their own personalities, they don't seem like other Nightmares I've seen before and they care about you. Did you make them that way? Like the rabbit?"
"... No. Luckily for me, they seemed to develop that way on their own... I'm not sure how. But I do know they are older that a lot of the others. I'm afraid I haven't much to say. I'm as curious as you are on this subject..." The Nightmares walked over to them and nuzzled their master's face, who returned the affection by stroking their noses and necks.
"Whatever the reason they became like this, I am lucky and grateful. As I am both lucky and grateful for your help, Jack." Jack smiled again, the blush still on his cheeks.
"Can't you ask them why?"
"Oh I've tried. Since the beginning, I've asked them why they stayed. They have only ever answered with one phrase..."
"Really? What did they say?"
"... 'For the Master, our Farther; to whom we are indebted for the gift of our life, our King.'"
"Wow... But then that explains it, doesn't it?"
"No. It doesn't explain why they would say that; why they became this way. Out of thousands they are the only two, and Nightmares should never have such strong feelings. They should only follow something stronger than them, something that scares them is normally the only thing they will follow. Their definition of strength is that which is most terrifying. ...In my current state I am not something they should fear, but rather food, a game..." Pitch looked away. Jack could swear he seemed embarrassed. He didn't think Pitch was someone who could be embarrassed, he thought he had to much pride for that.
"It never made sense to me, why they did not try to break me as the others did, to try and feed of me in excitement that they were now the strong ones, and I don't know if I'll ever know why they became, became so... l-loyal..." Pitch began to cough; doubling over he hissed in pain between his gasping for breath and painful coughs as he felt a wound on his stomach being pulled at and his throat burn angrily.
"Pitch! Are you okay?"
The coughing fit Pitch was having lasted a few more minutes, eventually dying down. When it had completely stopped, Jack helped him lie back down and noticed he'd coughed up some blood.
"T-that, was painful... Hey now, what's with that face? Your not going to start crying on me now are you?" Jack was lent over him, wiping some blood from the side of Pitch's mouth with a rag he had found. His brow creased in worry, eyes shiny from being close to tears.
"Shut up..." Pitch chuckled, though he wished he hadn't because it made him cough a couple more painful times.
"You should get some rest..." Pitch reached a hand up and stroked his thumb against Jack's bottom lip.
"Come here." Pitch said, nearly seductively, making Jack's blush return. Taking Pitch's hand in his, pressing it in to the pillow beside the older man's head, he lent close to his waiting lips and whispered.
"...I told you to shut up." Letting go of his hand he sat back up with a smirk on his face. Pitch blinked a couple of times and then pouted.
"Heh, now who's making a face?" He quickly lent down and gave him a peck on the cheek before getting off the bed.
"Go to sleep you idiot..."
"Fine, whatever..."
It didn't take long for him to drift of, though he didn't stay asleep for very long either. A strong fear was close by, very close, and had woken him. Turning his head to the side it didn't take long to understand what was happening. At some point Jack had fallen asleep next to him and was seemingly having a nightmare.
"Jack..." He reached his hand up to stroke the hair out of the boy's strained face.
"Jack, darling, wake up. It's not real." The fear was wonderful but also somehow filled him with dread. He nearly wanted to curl around him and feed off of it, but he restrained himself and instead shook him lightly. Jack whimpered and slowly opened his eyes.
"P-Pitch..?" Jack's eyes were wide now and his breathing was at a rapid pace.
"It's alright, my dear. It was only a bad dream." Jack suddenly lunged towards him, clinging to him and burying his face in the crook of Pitch's neck.
"Gah! ...Jack?"
"I-I'm sorry.. S'rry..." Jack sobbed slightly, voice muffled. Pitch stroked his hair and wished he had looked in to the dream to see what it was before waking him. He shushed him until he had fallen back to sleep, before his own drowsy mind drifted off once again.
Sorry sorry sorry for the late update, again... (At least to make up for it being late it's long! Part 1 and 2 together make over 10,000 words~) And wow is this one late! It's really really late this time. I actually had this written out and it just needed editing, but I decided to add a load on to it, making it a lot longer (originally it was around 4,000 words, so it's over twice as long as planed), meaning I ended up splitting it in to two parts... So that, plus editing, plus stressing about not knowing what to do with sex scenes, plus work, plus life, equals took me a while...? XD
Hope you liked this chapter! Part 2 will be out in a couple of days I promise!
Please do leave comments they keep me alive... TTwTT
