A little earlier than normal, but eh. Why not?

This one is unrelated to the last couple of chapters. I had to take a break from the drama. This was a lot of fun to write. Hope you enjoy reading as much!

Rated: M for sexual content.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Make no money. Just fun.

Rain Games

The rain continued to patter insistently against the window that Jack was using to read by. It had been doing so for a few hours and the boy was trying not to get impatient. He sat comfortably enough, legs draped over his companion's lap with one foot absently rubbing against the soft furry side. He glanced up from his book to check on what Bunnymund was doing now.

…Still carefully drawing nothing on another egg before releasing it to grab another and do the same. The pooka had to have done this to hundreds in the time they had been sitting there. Jack had firmly decided not to point out the obvious, that white pictures don't show up on white eggs, and wait to see if his mate would notice for himself.

He hadn't.

And it was driving Jack crazy. With a huff, he finally closed the book entirely to focus completely on what the rabbit was doing. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched as the Easter spirit casually flicked the pencil across the white surface, elbows braced on Jack's thighs as he worked.

"What are you doing?"

Aster stopped his work to peer over at Jack, expression puzzled even as he held the white pencil over the white egg. "Trick question, mate?" he hedged uncertainly.

Jack pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers and breathed deep for a moment. Without pulling his hand away or opening his eyes to show his irritation he replied slowly, "No. What are. You doing?"

The pooka glanced down at the items in his possession and back at his companion to assess the situation again, clearly confused. "Ah'm...drawin' designs on ma googies...what are you doin'?"

Jack dropped his hands, bringing one palm and the surface of his book down into his lap with a pop. He smiled sarcastically, but didn't say anything more on the subject. Either he was crazy or Aster was crazy and he wasn't sure which was which. He'd been cooped up inside for far too long. Two hours of non-sleeping indoor time was generally his limit, and it had been at least three. "I'm bored, Bunny. When are you gonna stop the rain?" he whined childishly.

Bunnymund finished drawing an invisible design on another egg and finally put the pencil down to focus on his mate. "It has to rain for eight hours, love. Ah told you that already. Now, what are ya readin'?"

Jack flipped the book up from his lap, showing the rabbit its cover without speaking: HOME GARDENING. "You don't have a whole lot to choose from, Aster. You could have gotten all your books from a human's home supply store," he complained. He had found another book on wildcrafting interesting, but he wasn't in the mood to praise. He was feeling fidgety and irritable.

Bunnymund exhaled a smile and shrugged. "Sorry, love. Didn't know you liked books s'much or ah would've supplied a wider variety…Ah have a deck'a cards?"

Jack lolled his head back and groaned. Nothing was likely to make him happy at the moment. "Can't we just go outside? Who cares if it's raining? I don't mind a little water..."

"No. You'd turn the bloody stuff to snow in a jiff. Do ya want ma warren to die?" Aster huffed, taking on an edge of his own exasperation. He knew his mate was bored and restless, but he had given him the option to leave before he started the rains and the boy had refused, saying it would be fun and that he didn't like the thought of being forced away for so long. At the time Bunnymund had been secretly pleased and relieved that Jack had decided to stay. Now he wasn't so sure.

"Well then you need to play a game with me," Jack demanded, pulling his head back up and leaning forward in a more upright position. His knees bent more, pushing the pooka's arms up almost under his chin. He couldn't hide his smile when Aster rolled his eyes and tugged at his legs, yanking him forward to sit on his lap to get his knees out of his face. His cheeks heated when he was pulled close to the warm body and the rabbit nuzzled his shoulder.

"What kinda game you wanna play, love?" the deep Australian accent rumbled from his skin. He was suddenly hypersensitive and felt naked without his hoodie, having discarded it an hour ago when Aster's body heat had been too much for him. He hadn't had any particular activities in mind, but he was starting to think his companion did.

"Guess you don't have any board games, huh?" he breathed, half-jokingly.

He felt the smile against his skin as strong arms snaked around his torso and took up rubbing his back and side. He noticed that the long ears were dropped and loose against the back of his companion's head. Yeah, activities were already in mind. "Sorry mate, ah only have ma cards. We could play strip poka," the pooka suggested teasingly.

Jack rolled his eyes even as he snuggled in closer to the warm soft body surrounding him. "Aster, I'm only wearing pants and you're already naked," he quipped.

"Nah mate, still wearing yer strap. It could be a winner-take-all hand'a cards."

Jack laughed despite himself. He kept his proud grin as he nosed the rabbit's face away from his shoulder to look into green eyes. They were glossy and dark and made him blush to think he might be the cause of that look. "You wore the stone away yet with all the fretting you do?" he joked in a whisper, trying to dissipate some of his own pent energy.

Bunnymund shook his head. "Nah, don' wanna wear the carving off it. Wan' it ta last," be admitted quietly.

Jack's blush deepened as his grin widened more. "Don't worry, Kangaroo. When you wear that rock away I'll make you another," he promised. He used the free hand not holding his book to cross his heart. After a second thought, he took the book and reached behind him to place it on the floor to keep it safe and out of the way. He was glad the soft cushion they were sitting on was close to the ground.

"Jack," Bunnymund said into his ear as he stretched, "rocks take ages ta wear completely away, mate. Like millennia."

Jack turned back around to settle back into his companion's lap comfortably. He cocked his head at the statement Bunny had made. "Yeah so?" he asked, "When that one's gone I'll make you another." He didn't understand what rocks' ages had to do with anything. He didn't make his bunny the worry-stone to never be used.

He was alarmed when Aster's eyes filled with liquid and turned roughly away from him, blinking rapidly. Worry laced his attitude as he ran his fingers soothingly through the thick fur of his lover's chest. He didn't know what he'd said to upset him or he would be apologizing. He was slightly appeased by the tightening of the grip around his stomach. It seemed that Aster wasn't upset at him at least. "What's wrong, Bunny?" he pleaded quietly, "I won't make you another if you don't want one..."

Aster choked on his laugh and coughed to clear his throat. "When ma stone's worn away Ah'd love ta 'ave another, love," he purred and nuzzled again into the cool body in his lap. His heart was starting to beat normally again and he basked in the feel of his companion; of the way he smelled, the cool temperature of his flesh, the deft fingers stroking his fur and skin, the incredibly light weight of him, the angular, masculine body, everything. "What books would you like?" he asked roughly.

Jack was reeling with the shock of emotional upheaval and settlement in the course of only moments. His brain hummed and his thoughts sluggishly processed the question. Right, firmer ground in conversation. He relaxed again, determined not to let the incident go, but happy to take a break and sort it out in his head before delving into still fairly unfamiliar territory verbally. "Anything," he replied finally, "but I really like adventure books."

He watched Bunnymund chuckle. He seemed fine now. "Shoulda known," the pooka admitted, "Anithin' in particular you wan' me ta find?"

Jack chewed his lip in consideration and grinned when he noticed two very green eyes watching his mouth avidly. He licked his lips slowly, taking his time to wet his pale skin before chewing his bottom lip once more. He hummed. Then he giggled when he saw the green disappear from his mate's pupils, accidently breaking the spell he held a moment ago.

"Oh rack off," Aster growled, embarrassed. "You wan' me ta find ya some books'r what?"

"Well, I've read pages of H. G. Wells and Alexander Dumas. They seemed good," Jack finally relented, smiling mischievously, "and Jamie has some books that looked cool. I'll ask him what they are." Satisfied that he had answered the question, he dropped his eyes and grinned, listening to the sound of the still strong, steady rain outside. The low glow of daylight was fading from the already dreary sky. "You know," he asked casually, "We've got, what, four hours to kill?" He grinned when he felt the pooka's stomach tense.

"Yeah?"

He pushed himself forward to slide off his bunny's lap, laughing at the groan his absence provoked, before rolling off the cushion and standing, looking down at the pooka. With a grin, he dropped to his knees and walked himself up to the rabbit, sidling up his lap to straddle his hips. He smiled wider at the heaving chest he pressed against as he wrapped his arms around broad shoulders. "I think I do know what I want to do," he informed his partner, leaning up to release a slow, soft breath into one long ear.

Aster shivered as the cold air made contact with his skin. His ear twitched and he laid them back against his skull again in embarrassment. Pressing his strong grip into the narrow hips against his stomach, he guided them back down to sit securely again. Now the boy's gaze was just below his and his face tilted up slightly to look at him. "Let's make it interestin' then, love," he suggested.

Jack's smile widened into joy and the faint blue flush across his cheeks became more pronounced. "Like a game?" he asked excitedly.

Bunnymund laughed lowly. "Yeah mate. Like a game. But first," he declared, "the stakes. Game's not a game withou' a prize, yeah?"

"Okay," Jack agreed immediately, "If I win we go outside and play."

Bunnymund tilted his head in surprise. He hadn't known Jack was so eager to leave the burrow. He took his time thinking of what he would ask for if he won. "If ah win, mate," he finally decided, "you stay with me again on the next rain and ah can do what ah please with ya." He ginned as a deep blue tinted his lover's face. The boy nodded bashfully.

Jack was flustered at the stakes, but ready to take up the challenge of the game. He wasn't going to roll over. He would win if he could, though he still didn't know what the game was. Pressed against his lover, he knew Aster was fully aware of his excitement already. He was up for any game the pooka could throw at him. "What're we playing?" he asked finally.

Aster took a deep breath, pulling in the scent of his aroused mate. Then he leaned over and took up one of the googies he had been drawing on earlier. He laughed when icy eyes widened. "Don't be daft, ya little galah," he assured the boy, letting the small item stand on his palm. "When ah let this googie go, it'll head for the dyes on the other side of the warren, color itself, and return," he informed, "and it'll take about an hour in the rain."

He looked up from the egg to meet his mate's gaze, a sly grin forming itself on his face. "We're gonna play chicken," he said, "You can't move or say anithin..."

"But that's not fair!" Jack complained, face heating, "I can't last an hour with you looking at me...don't I get to make any rules?" He scowled when the pooka laughed at him, but held his tongue until an agreeable nod let him go ahead. "It'll be a half hour," he demanded, holding up his hand before Bunny could protest, "and you can't touch me...you know..." He waved vaguely down toward his already erect member straining against his pants, not daring to look the rabbit in the eyes.

Aster mulled over the rule changes. He couldn't actually touch his lover. Not there at least...no problem. He wasn't a spring spirit and a rabbit for nothing. "Alright mate," he grinned finally, "Take off your pants and get comfy. Half an hour. And ah get a bonus prize if ah make ya come."

Jack groaned and rolled off his companion once again. Bunny had agreed too readily. He hadn't been tough enough setting the stakes and now he was screwed. He froze. "Wait!" he cried as the pooka was standing up from the cushion to give him room. "No sex either!" he demanded, gripping his pants and blushing in embarrassment. He was relieved when his companion smiled fondly at him.

"No sex," he agreed.

Jack nodded curtly like he had just won an important battle and hooked his thumbs under his pants to shimmy them over his hips and down his thighs. His face burned because he could feel Aster's eyes on him. He didn't care what the rabbit said about clothes being ridiculous. If he could hide his privates inside his body he might be singing a different tune, but until then clothing was not optional. He hated that he blushed every single time, but it was weird when he was the only one getting undressed.

Kicking the legging off his foot, he dropped back to the cushion and lay back, trying to find a comfortable position while being stared at. He felt exposed and open and wanted to cover himself but knew Aster wouldn't let him. Legs parted only slightly and fingers laced over the crown of his head, he smirked up at the pooka in false bravado, his erection and blush giving away his weak attempt at nonchalance. His heart rate increased when a hint of pink poked out from the pooka's fur, but he tried to act as if he didn't notice. No sex.

There was a moment of silence while the rain continued its volley against the window and the dim light of the room brightened slightly as the sun made a valiant attempt to shine through the thick cloud cover. Aster looked down at his mate, and for the first time since suggesting the game, wondered if Jack might win. How was he expected to not touch his lovely mate? And that sloppy grin made him clench his teeth in frustration. "Ready mate?" he ground out, waiting for the confirmation nod. When it was given he whispered to the googie and it set off on an alternate track that would half its time.

As soon as the tiny egg was out of sight he breached the gap between them and crouched over the pale figure to capture his lips. After a brief, but fierce kiss he nuzzled his lover's cheek and purred into his ear. "No sounds, don't move," he warned. "Starts now." With his declaration he pressed his mouth against the cool, parted lips again, invading the moist cavern with his tongue. He purred when the kiss was returned and licked the roof of his mate's mouth, then his perfect, sparkling teeth. When he pulled back his breath fogged.

He watched the sprite's chest rise and fall heavily as crystal eyes gazed at him through a foggy haze. The boy remained silent, just breathed and looked, waiting for his next move.

Still crouched over the lithe, naked body, he leaned down again and nuzzled the long, elegant neck to the side, opening an expanse for him to suck. He brought his mouth down and nipped a trail of flesh down to his shoulder leaving small blue bruises in his wake, before running his tongue soothingly over the abused flesh. He stopped himself from reaching down to touch his mate, redirecting his paw mid-journey to rest it on his lover's lower stomach, just above the tip of his erection. He growled in frustration.

"T'so hard not ta touch you, love," he groaned, and relished the slight tremor that wracked the thin body below him. Rubbing small circles against one hip, he lifted himself up to kneel beside his mate, giving him more access to his body. Taking a moment to gaze adoringly at his companion laid out and open in front of him, he smiled and looked up into the flushing face he adored. Jack's eyes were averted and he felt his own arousal grow at the utterly submissive pose.

He leaned down again, now from beside the small body, and nibbled at the nearest collar bone protruding from the boy's shoulders. He was no longer satisfied with winning. He wanted his mate to scream and writhe and come with his name on his pretty lips. He left a thick trail of saliva from the bone to the nearest nipple, laving it roughly until it peaked. He bit down on it gently and thin hips twitched. "Do ah sense movement already?" he purred into the pert bud in his mouth.

"No."

Aster grinned wolfishly at his mate's outburst. He had technically just won, but he wanted to earn a no contest victory, so he ignored the defiant declaration and went back to work licking the cool nub under his tongue. When the chest he was leaning against began to heave erratically he decided to switch sides, and peppered kisses along a path to his mate's neglected nipple. He loved his companion's smooth, boyish chest and light, soft dusting of body hair under his raised arms.

Turning his head to gaze down at the now leaking length of his mate, he continued to lick the abused skin below his mouth as he ran a claw through the silver mess of hair covering his groin, careful to avoid touching his mate's erection and accidentally forfeiting the game.

Jack squeezed his eyes shut in agony, biting his lips to keep himself from crying out, but snapped his eyes back open again when it only enhanced the sensation of being touched. He watched the top of the pooka's head, catching the hot, pink appendage dart out rhythmically to lap at his nipple. And the claws running through his pubic hair made him dizzy. The touch tickled and turned him on and he was aching to be touched, for his bunny to lean effortlessly down and take him in his mouth, or for the paw to reach up and grasp him firmly, pumping him.

He blinked. Not good things to think about when trying to win a game of chicken. He tried to think of other things instead. Jamie. Or North. What would North do if he walked in at that moment? What would Aster do? Would he stop and slam the door in the old man's face or would he just grin and keep going, determined to win even if they had an audience? Would he secretly like to see someone watching? Jack blinked again. Nope. Not working.

He almost sighed in relief when the rabbit finally left his chest to run his hot, rough tongue down his abdomen, but his eyes bugged and he gasped harshly when the tongue plunged into his belly button. He blushed when Aster paused to give him a devious glare. "One mo' strike an' yer out, Jackie," he grinned. To Jack's horror, green eyes kept contact with his as the pooka's pink tongue popped out again to burrow in his belly button once more. His chest heaved and his heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest.

Then the paw that had been raking through his hair lowered itself to high up on his thigh to squeeze and rub playfully and he stopped breathing altogether. He laid his head back, overwhelmed, when the rough appendage traced a wet line around where his erection strained, untouched, against his stomach. The paw that had been resting possessively against his hip slid down his leg to knead the sensitive skin on his legs now too, copying the other precisely.

Jack drew blood from his lip to stop his moan. He couldn't help but peek up when he felt the absence of his lover's tongue against his skin. He gulped at what he saw and knew then that he was going to lose.

Aster was staring hungrily at the large drop of precum ready to spill out and over his skin. The rabbit hovered over his erection like a vulture waiting for a meal. When the cum didn't proceed to separate from his length fast enough for his mate's liking, the pooka sucked in his cheeks and then puckered his lips into a tight oh. A small quantity of saliva dripped from his mouth, landing on the slit of Jack's length, and the resulting puddle of liquid was hungrily lapped up by an eager tongue.

The feeble contact and show, along with the feeling of claws caressing his inner thighs, so close to his entrance sent him over the edge, and he came with a scream of his Bunny's name, body convulsing and writhing under a strong grip. He panted tiredly as his lover began to immediately suck the cum off of his stomach and chest, licking the area clean when no more could be gotten.

Finally satisfied, Aster slid back up to cuddle in next to his mate, a shit-eating grin plaster across his broad features. "Ah win," he gloated happily. He was actually grudgingly proud of the young Guardian for lasting so long...until he saw the torn skin on his lover's bottom lip and guilt ruined his victory. "You hurt yourself, love," he grumbled fretfully, running his tongue over the wound to clean it. "You shouldn'a done that. Ah woulda stopped if you wanted..."

His chest settled at Jack's lazy grin. "Stopped? That wouldn't have been playing fair, Bunny. And anyway," he sighed, blushing, "it felt really good." Aster preened under the compliment and cuddled in closer to his mate. He was still incredibly aroused, but could take care of himself later. His focus was his mate's comfort and happiness. A quick wank later would settle him. Still, he couldn't help lazily grinding into the boy's side.

"What's your bonus?"

Aster cracked open an eye to stare curiously at his companion. "Huh?"

He watched Jack roll his eyes in mock annoyance. "You said you'd get a bonus prize for making me come, but you never said what you wanted," he explained patiently.

Bunnymund shrugged halfheartedly. "Ah've got it," he said, "Ah'm cuddlin' the finest bloke there is on a rainy afternoon in ma burra. What could get betta than that?" He smiled lazily when slim, strong arms wrapped tightly around him. "And Ah've got a promise of anotha worry stone when mine's used up," he added lovingly. He still had to fight back the overwhelming wave of emotion from his mate's simple declaration. He felt undeserving of this being's unconditional love. And it didn't faze the boy to talk about forever so confidently, so matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, but that's forever away..."

There it was again. He smiled.

"I want to give you a prize now, bunny. The egg isn't even back yet. We've got hours to go."

Aster's attention was piqued. He hadn't thought of that. He had assumed the boy would want to doze and nap the time away now. By the glint in his eyes he had other ideas. He felt his previously calming libido stir again. "What d'ya have in mind, love?" he asked with false innocence. His attempt to hide his arousal failed completely when Jack threw a leg over him to straddle his lap again. His own manhood was still mostly limp from their previous encounter, but showed obvious signs of regaining interest.

"What if I play," the boy grinned, flicking his eyes down to where he sat upon Bunnymund's hard length, "with you?" His eyes glinted deviously at his Bunny's arched brow. "I'll warn you though, Aster," he breathed leaning forward, offering himself for a kiss if the rabbit was willing to take it. Just as Bunnymund moved to accept the boy pulled back again. "I don't play fair." he warned, and winked.

Aster opened his mouth to reply when a tiny tittering of feet appeared around the corner from the entrance of his burrow. The googie was back and its color bled off its shell from the rain, ruining its design. Aster grimaced at the jumbled work as his mate picked up the messy thing, looking it over with interest as it stood obediently in his palm.

The googie dripped with pale blue that was now nearly transparent at the crown and smeared darker at the base. Its legs shook dripping dye off it occasionally, flicking color onto Jack's fingers as he looked at the atrocious little thing. He ignored the small mess, focusing instead on the untouched markings etched across the shell. A delicate snowflake shown transparently over the top, draped over the crown of the egg like a hat. Under it were etched tiny, intricate hearts, peppering the majority of surface. And at the base were complex patterns of fresh grass littered with bell-shaped flowers.

"You were drawing on the eggs..." Jack whispered in wonder, not caring about the happy flush lighting up his face.

"Course ah was, ya fruit loop. Didn' ah tell ya?" Aster mumbled below him. "Though looks like that one's ruined..." He was not happy with the treat's outcome. He had liked that design and now it was wasted...

"No you silly kangaroo," Jack explained with a crooked grin, "What he needs is another dip. I think green would be nice." His eyes glinted with mischief as he watched his pooka realize his implication. Without waiting to be told, he brought the egg up to his face and looked at it imperially. "Go color yourself green," he ordered and set it down on the floor. It immediately dashed away. "And take your time!" he called after it.

Aster watched him with a considering look. "They're only supposed ta listen ta me, mate," he commented, "Looks like ya have a way with the googies."

Jack blushed above him and dropped his eyes. "Let's see if I have a way with my pooka, too," he joked, rocking his hips to slide along Aster's length and clutching handfuls of fur on his chest for support. The pooka hissed at the pain and pleasure he was receiving simultaneously. He had to close his eyes and remember how to breathe when Jack hummed above him, sending light vibrations through his groin as he continued to rub his length between his legs.

"You want me to ride you, bunny?" the small male panted, "You want to be inside of me? You have to tell me what you want."

Aster opened his eyes again and saw his mate's head ducked, barely eyeing him through his long lashes, a shy blush painted across his cheeks even as he pumped him with the rocking motion of his thighs. He wasn't sure he'd last long enough to enter the boy's body. He gripped the slim hips to halt their movement and puffed a few breathes before speaking. "Ah," he panted, then restarted, "Ah'm not gonna last tha' long if ya keep doin' that, love."

Jack smiled and rocked his hips again teasingly against the firm grip he was bound in. "You only have one round in you, old kangaroo?" he teased, "and here I thought you were actually supposed to be a bunny..." He picked up his pace again, sliding along the hard, hot length and fighting the rough grip on his hips. He would be bruised there later if Aster didn't let go soon, and the thought made him hotter. "Mmnn Aster," he moaned, screwing his eyes shut to take in the sensation of his movement and that grip.

Aster dug his claws into his mate's flesh as he clutched the body tightly, letting his cum spill out between them. He gasped as he emptied himself and spots formed in his vision at the look of his partner, sticky and slick from his orgasm. "Told ya," he murmured, embarrassed from his quick release. Jack had a way of making him react like a rookie buck sometimes.

The young Guardian hummed his agreement, still settled over his lover's lap and unwilling to move. He sat back to rest his legs for a moment and blushed to see his own hard length protruding between their bodies. "What do you want me to do, Bunny?" he asked timidly. He loved watching his lover's pupils dilate whenever he spoke during lovemaking. It was worth the incredible embarrassment of actually saying things to know his companion was so turned on by it.

Aster breathed in and breathed out. "Move up, love," he commanded, physically pulling the hips in his grip up his body until the boy was practically sitting on his shoulders. He could smell his own scent mingling thickly with his mate's and growled approvingly, not missing the sight of his semen still smeared across the thighs now near his face. "Lean forward," he commanded now.

Jack did as he was told and leaned forward until his upper body was propped up by his arms over Bunny's head. He gulped when he looked down his figure. His knees were spread wide around his lover's shoulders and his erection was practically resting on the pooka's chin. The wide paws had abandoned his sore hips to rest on his butt, rubbing and squeezing. Without further instruction he stayed in this position, watching and waiting.

Aster only had to tilt his head up to suck the tip of his mate's arousal into his mouth. His ears swiveled to catch the gasp and moans coming from above his head. He used his paws on his partner's rear to rock him forward and slide more of his length into his mouth, then pulled them back again to slide it out, setting up a steady motion for his mate to thrust into him. When Jack's moans became more insistent and needy and he felt the muscles under his grasp tense he pulled his mate's erection from his mouth with a wet pop. "No ya don', mate. Not yet," he told him.

Jack almost wept from the sensation of it all. He hadn't even tried to hold back the wanton little noises bubbling from his throat at the sight of him plunging into his bunny's mouth and now he was forced to stop, so close to his climax. He wasn't moved or repositioned even when Aster did not take him again, but he stayed where he was, restlessly waiting for his pooka to make the next move.

He groaned when a deft tongue darted out to lick the precum about to drop from his tip, but nothing more. Then he felt the claws on his butt slide together and pulled him apart to prop him open. His face felt like it had caught fire and he choked on any exclamations he might have had. Instead he shuttered his gasp and tried to breathe. He could feel one paw move to allow a single digit to run its course down against him a full track from spine to scrotum and back several times. He squeaked and let out short cries as he felt the fluids from earlier being spread to slicken his skin.

When a claw entered him he couldn't help his startled cry. It was pointed and tapered, so its entrance didn't have the blunt quality that he was used to. Instead it seemed to smoothen out the arrival of the rest of the digit. He whimpered pathetically when the entire length was inside of him and wiggled carefully. The feel of the claw raking against his insides was unsettling, but he trusted his bunny not to hurt him.

He almost caused his own internal injury when his lover's hot tongue raked against his length without warning and he jumped. "Careful mate," Aster warned roughly against his skin, "Don't wanna hurt ya." With that he pressed an adoring kiss against his erection and purred, slipping in one more clawed finger and carefully working his entrance open. When he had scissored it for a few moments he pulled out of him again, leaving Jack feeling strangely hollow.

Bunnymund lifted his mate and easily placed him back on his hips, gripping his own throbbing member with one paw and raising his lover's rear to prepare him for the breach. "Are you ready, love?" he asked seriously, meeting lust-fogged pale eyes. With the confirming nod, he pressed the head of his erection against his mate's prepared entrance and pushed himself in, pausing at the gasp and waiting for the adjustment that was always needed.

He both loved and hated that Jack was tight and unprepared every time they made love. The tightness he always met felt too good to be true and always made his head spin, but he didn't like causing his lover pain. After a moment he began to push himself fully into the smaller body and hated that he loved the shudder that wracked his love. "Tell me how it feels," he asked once he was fully sheathed, both to assess his mate's condition and hear his lovely voice.

"It..." Jack choked, "It hurts." He couldn't speak again for a moment, trying to organize proper thoughts that he could communicate while adjusting to the burn and fullness he was experiencing. "You're...so much to take..." His face flooded with heat and his already racing heart spiked at the purr he could feel beginning. "I probably wouldn't do this if...I didn't know it felt so good..." he admitted hesitantly.

Aster growled and ran his paws up the boy's sides, loving the feeling of filling him and knowing his mate was impressed by him. "You want me ta make ya feel good now, love? Are ya ready ta move?" he asked breathlessly. A tiny nod was all he needed to lift the slim hips off of him slightly and then guide them back down. He groaned loudly at the feeling of his mate against him while he moved. "Oh Moon, Jackie you're so tight. You feel so good..." He thrust his hips up into the boy a couple more times until he heard the tell-tale gasp of contact with his prostate and swiveled his mate over him to breach him at the correct angle.

Jack cried out as Bunnymund slammed into his sweet spot again and again, and he took hold of his own erection, letting his helpless bounces set the pace for his pumping fist. "Oh Bunny," he sobbed as pain and pleasure mingled seamlessly at being taken so roughly by his large lover. He felt like he could black out at every thrust that pressed inside of him.

"Tha's right, love," Aster growled as he worked his muscles to keep his mate moving on top of him, keep him plunging back onto his hard length. Though he seemed to be mostly unmoving in his position, he was doing most of the work to keep their pace brutal. He watched his lover's slender hands working himself erratically as he slammed into the tight hole. "Work tha' cock, Jackie. Ah wanna see you come on yourself b'for I fill your lovely arse m'self."

"Aster!" Jack cried, pressing his eyes shut and pumping himself harder.

"Mmh Jack," he replied between thrusts, "Come for me, snowflake." He felt muscles tighten around his erection and watched his lover explode over himself, gripping his emptying body with white knuckles as cool semen squirted over his chest, some plastering itself over his own chin. The sight of his mate's unraveling and the feeling of his tightened muscles around his aching cock were too much and Bunnymund followed immediately, pressing narrow hips painfully into his as he plummeted over the edge. It took a few moments to empty himself completely and finally throw limp arms down to rest at his sides.

Jack was sprawled out over him, looking and acting like a dead man with closed eyes and limp jaw. The only telling sign of life was the deep draughts of air he was taking in and his flushed features. Bunny carefully pulled out of the boy, earning an uncomfortable groan, but started to rub his back to compensate. He purred soothingly, knowing his mate liked the rumbling feel and smiled when hands tightened in his fur. "Go t'sleep, love," he soothed, "The rain'll be gone when you wake up."

He smiled when Jack's breathing finally evened out and the grasp in his fur went limp. Without waking him, he rolled them over, laying the boy on his back in a comfortable position. He would clean them both and then follow his own advice for a nap. Rain days seemed to have a much brighter prospect for the future.

Later, as the two slept an egg stood patiently at the foot of the cushion, tapping its little foot as it had been doing for some time, forgotten. It had been there for quite a while, but was content to await its masters' instruction. Blue and green smeared sloppily over its surface, dripping onto the hard earthen floor. The etched designs covering it shone with the rain that still clung to its smooth surface.

Author's Note: Fluffy fun to break up the angst and drama, yes?

So when I was little I saw the white crayons that came with the egg dying packets and thought 'WTF, why would you color a white egg white?' Lol Surely I'm not the only person to wonder before actually seeing the outcome…

Oh and I always imagine Aster waters his plants every once in a while by making it rain. I really wanted to write a cuddly, indoor, lazy day kind of fic. And it turned into this. Lol.

I'm trying to refrain from writing a wedding fic. It's just so cliché, but I keep imagining difference scenarios…I'm really afraid I'm going to cave and write one like I have done with EVERYTHING ELSE I have vowed not to do. (For proof reread all of my ROTG fics lol)

Here's hoping!