"Don't give me that look Jack, you know I couldn't stay there." Pitch walks through the forest near the location of North's palace. Jack glides through the wind around him. Every so often Jack will let his bare feet touch the snow, before he lifts off again with his staff at hand.

"Where are we going to go?" Jack wonders.

"We?" Pitch stops in his tracks.

Jack stops too, landing in front of the Nightmare King. "Well yeah. We. Where ever you go, I'll go."

"To live with me?"

"Of course."

Pitch considers this and walks again. "My lair isn't so bad, no? It's quite homey when you get use to it."

"Apart from the bats, the darkness, and dampness?"

"I know, that's the best parts," Pitch smiles to Jack.

"Do you even have any furniture?"

"Oh yes. Enough."

"Sounds alright," Jack uses his staff to assist him walking through the snow.

"Really?" Pitch lifts his brow and turns to Jack. "…alright." He nods to himself.

Pitch actually finds himself a little…excited, at the thought of Jack living with him. "No visitors though. No children, no games, no playing, no snowballs, no-"

"Uh huh. How about a lot of time alone? You and I?" Jack floats up to kiss at Pitch's cheek.

Pitch agrees, "Yes, I'd approve of such things as that."

Once they reach the lair, Pitch becomes self-conscious. He is very aware of what his home must be like compared to North's. There is no red and green's, no bright colors, and no glitter. Just black, black, and more black. Pitch really can't give a proper tour to Jack either. 'Here are some rocks, here is a broken bridge, some more rocks…' Pitch leads Jack to a broken bed in the middle of the place. He gestures to it. "Furniture."

"Oh." Jack nods and taps the bed frame with his staff. "More than I have, I guess."

"Do you need anything else?" Pitch wonders. Jack shakes his head.

"Just you," Jack assures. "I'd prefer if you slept on top though, with me? I like it that way."

Pitch nods, "I can compromise." Pitch lets a moment of silence pass before he speaks once more. "Jack…I must tell you something. It's about how I came about some quick believers-to help you." Pitch gains Jack's attention, avoiding eye contact with the boy. "I may have frightened your young friend, but I didn't have much choice."

"Wait, what? Jamie?"

"With his help, he started spreading the word. I can feel so many children now so scared to go to sleep." Pitch closes his eyes and inhales deeply. As if breathing in their very fears.

"Why…? Out of anyone, why did you have to pick him?"

"Because he believed that I was out there. Now he is scared of me once more. Isn't that great?" Pitch throws his hands up.

Jack looks away, with sadness in his deep blue eyes. "I told him I'd protect him…"

"Oh come on Jack. You can't protect the boy from everythin'. He needs to experience a little bit for himself. He needs to know that things might be lurking about to harm him. It's about survival Jack. Fight or flight. He needs those instincts."

"…maybe."

"Maybe? I know so!" Pitch slides up behind Jack and presses into him. "Jack, did you know I would fantasize of us?…Before, when I was down here by myself."

"Really?" Jack spins around to look up at his lover.

Pitch nods, tightening his lips. "I thought about what had happened if you accepted my offer. If you were to have ruled with me, right by my side. What it was like to have a family, to love you and for you to love me."

"I do love you, but the world doesn't need to be like it was…back in the dark ages." Jack presses his face against Pitch's chest.

"…Oh if it was Jack…you would have seen me in my most glorious times. You would have been quite impressed. I could make it happen again if you let me just-"Pitch hugs Jack closer.

Jack wiggles out of the grasp and pushes Pitch away. "Why is this so important? Why are you pushing this?"

"Why is it important?...Why is it important?!" Rage twists Pitch's features. "You should know what it was like! You should know how it feels to not be believed in! To be cast out! To be unwanted and unloved! The mortals can't see me! They can see you now though, so is that all that matters?! It only matters if dear Jack is up on his pedestal while I make sure he doesn't fall off it! That is my life now! To make sure you don't bump your head or get a scratch while you're floating about in snow ball fights, laughing and giggling-having fun! What about me Jack?! What about me!"

Jack watches Pitch curl up on himself and turn away. He sighs and moves to hold Pitch from behind. "I do understand Pitch…and you're right, you should be believed in. It doesn't mean the world has to plunge into darkness though. We can all equally share what is ours. The world needs balance and you're important to that. So I will stay out of you way Pitch. Just don't scare Jamie anymore, okay?"

Pitch slowly turns around. His face softer toward Jack. "You're afraid…? You're afraid now that I might leave you?"

"You can feel it, can't you?" Jack lowers his head. Pitch is quick to lift it back up by his chin.

"You won't get sick of me? You will stay with me forever?"

"I will Pitch. No matter how much you might bite me or push me away, I'm going to keep at you and never give up on you." Jack pushes Pitch so that he loses his balance and falls to the floor. Pitch grunts, but sees where this is going when Jack is there between his legs. "And even if you can't keep up with me!"

"Oh you wretched thing. It isn't a race. Besides, if it were, I hold out much longer than you. I can't even touch you without you creaming all over yourself like a virgin. Well…if that were still true. Now you're just my whore."

Jack lowers his pants and parts Pitch's outfit. He searches for his pants to bring them down to Pitch's knees. "I'm the whore? You should hear yourself when I'm inside you!" Jack's cock is there, begging to get inside Pitch's warmth.

"I have no idea what you're talking about-ahhh" Pitch covers his mouth when Jack ram himself in all at once until Jack's balls slam against him. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I could do this all day," Jack coos.

Pitch rolls his eyes and spreads his legs more. "Oh you slut."

Jack kisses Pitch on the lips, removing the rest of his pants and the man's boots. Pitch is twisted on his side, his upper half turned to still kiss Jack' soft lips. Their kiss is broken by a sudden slap to Pitch's ass. Pitch gives Jack a funny look. "Did you just spank me?"

"Heh, I've always wanted to do that…" Jack blushes.

"You have an odd idea of how mating works," Pitch snorts.

"Oh is this what that is? Well you have even odder plans if you think this is going to work with two men!"

Pitch suddenly bursts into laughter, which makes Jack chuckle himself. "Jack, just shut up and fuck me would you?"

Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed this story and has followed me. If you have any suggestions for a sequel, I'd appreciate comments or suggestions being left. Or even idea's for a different story with Pitch, that would be fine too. I've been having too much fun writing these two. Especially Mr. Boogeyman-isn't he so fantastic?