Jack has been becoming more distant and inaccessible since the Pitch incident. Something's gotta give.

This chapter is…a little different from my others…Did I mention there's a special place in Hell for me?

Rated: M for sexual content and language.

Disclaimer: I have NO RIGHT to own any beloved family movie rights, least of all this one.

Bunny's Shades of Gray

"Where 'ave you been?!" Bunnymund yelled at the approaching frost spirit. Jack had been gone all day, rising before Aster had waken and only leaving a note saying he would be gone for a while, not to expect him back until dark. He hadn't even hinted at what he would be doing or where he would be going. The Easter Bunny had been sick with anxiety all day long waiting for some news of his mate to reach him as he failed miserably to make small preparations for his still fairly distant holiday to keep himself busy during the long, drawn-out hours of his suffering.

His blood pressure spiked when the young Guardian rolled his eyes at him and tapped the staff resting on his shoulder against his hoodie, coving his clothing in a layer of protective frost. "Chill Rabbit, I was hangin' out with Lantern today. He asked me if I wanted to help him start preparations for his holiday. I figured, why not?"

Bunnymund tried not to let jealousy cloud his judgment, so he took a couple of breathes before asking as calmly as he could, "Why didn't ya tell me, mate? Did it occur ta you that ah might be worried?" His chest was trying to ache and his throat was trying to close with pent up hurt. He was beyond relieved that his mate was safe and fine, but his uncharacteristic and overtly thoughtless behavior was like a kick in the gut.

Jack finally cut his eyes up to look directly at Aster, and he swung his staff behind his neck to grip it with both fists over his shoulders. His sarcastic smirk was nearly a scowl on his face, and his eyes shone with an emotion that the pooka couldn't pin down. "I told you I was going out," he quipped, "Didn't know I had to leave a signed agenda outlining my every move." As he was finishing his flippant reply he dropped his eyes again carelessly, and began to saunter defiantly towards the door of the burrow.

Aster reached out and grabbed his companion's hood, jerking him angrily back into the conversation. He ignored the outraged sputter that his action provoked from the boy, but readjusted his grip to grasp his side firmly, but more respectfully, and forced his attention on them. "Don't be a bloody idiot, Jack," he huffed indignantly, trying not to let his arms shake with emotion, "Ah didn't know where ya were, love. Ah was verra worried. Just…tell me next time, alright?"

Jack's nostrils flared in outrage and his cheeks were tinting blue as he jerked himself out of the pooka's embrace. "I don't have to tell you anything," he declared insolently, "I can do what I want! You don't own me!"

"No Frostbite, but ah love you," he murmured hotly. "Look," he finally breathed, defeated, and ran a paw over his ears, laying them back on his head before they popped back up, "ah know you're still mad a' me, but…"

"I just wanted to go hang out with my friend!" Jack interjected with a shriek, "Jeez, I didn't know you'd pitch such a fit! How 'bout I never leave this place ever again? Just sit around and rot here?!"

"Stop actin' like'a bloody child or ah'll treat ya like one, mate," Aster growled fiercely. He glared down at the defiant boy who was gracing him with his blackest look. He stepped forward, pressing himself into his personal space challengingly. Despite everything, his stomach fluttered when Jack met his challenge completely, pressing forward himself and nearly closing the gap between them. His blue eyes were shining with righteous anger and his nose was scrunched as he scowled up at him.

"I'd like to see you try!" he challenged into the infinitesimal space between them.

"Don't tempt me, mate," Bunnymund rumbled, "It'll only get embarrassin' fo' ya."

Jack swung his staff and landed a blow into Aster's stomach, winding him.

His wide, blue eyes stared incredulously at what he had done, even as the pooka recovered and grabbed him up by his collar, yanking his staff from his grip and throwing the offending stick carelessly into the grass. He yelped when he was dragged by his neck toward a nearby copse of trees. "I'm sorry, Aster! I didn't mean to!" he pleaded, struggling against the iron grip around his scruff.

"You wanna act li' an anklebita, yer gonna get treated li' one," the rabbit growled at him in reply as they neared the trees. He shoved the boy forward when they arrived and crossed his arms, sitting back on his legs, "Choose," he demanded.

Jack swiveled his vision into the young, lush trees as he rubbed his neck. He didn't know what the pooka was implying as he peered into the thick vegetation, but he had a vague sense of dread anyway. Not wanting to look like a complete fool, he turned on a scowl and rounded back to the other male. "Choose what? There's nothing here, Aster." The sly grin that appeared on the pooka's face even through his anger made Jack gulp.

"Ya wanna hit folks w'sticks? Ya gotta face the consequences. Now choose."

Jack paled and stood numbly by the young growth, looking at his bunny. "Like…a switch?" he choked, and cleared his throat. He tried to keep a defiant look, but was failing miserably now at the alarming prospect he was facing. "You…you're gonna switch me?!" If he wasn't feeling so shaky he might have laughed at the prospect. Aster wouldn't do that…

…But the pooka didn't look amused at all. His scowl increased and his arms tightened and he just nodded his head at the vegetation, waiting for his command to be carried out. When Jack did not move to obey, a low growl rumbled through his chest threateningly. "If you don', ah will, mate," he promised.

Jack flushed and crossed his arms stubbornly, staring down into the grass between them. "No," he sassed, refusing to move a muscle even as Bunnymund unfolded and walked towards him. He almost crowed in triumph when the pooka passed him wordlessly, but startled when the rabbit instead focused on the trees, inspecting them and running paws through the vegetation. He contemplated making a break for it when a decision seemed to be made and a thin, wispy bough was selected and twisted off of a strong willow.

His eyes followed the movement of the graceful branch as it swished through the air experimentally. He watched the pooka nod to himself and close the distance between them once again, grabbing him roughly by the bicep and leading him back toward the burrow.

Jack struggled and fought as they marched, twisting and writhing in Bunnymund's grasp. When the grip only tightened to a nearly bruising hold, Jack dropped to the ground, going limp against his foe. He laid heavily on the ground, hoping the rabbit would get frustrated and give up, but his plan backfired. Without hesitating, Aster grabbed him by his waste and slung him up over his shoulder, carrying him the rest of the way to the burrow and kicking the door open.

The entryway was dark after standing in the late afternoon sunshine outside, and dust motes floated in the rays that shone through the high windows and door. The cool air that usually calmed the frost spirit felt more like the hollow belly of a sepulchre now. Bunny did not stop after he closed the door with a hip, but kept walking until they were in the adjoining kitchen, where he set Jack back on his feet and pulled out a chair, turning it away from the table and sitting heavily on its edge facing the forlorn boy. "Com'ere," he bid, resting his arms on his knees, the switch hanging limply in his grasp.

Jack slowly inched forward until he was directly in front of and looking down into Bunnymund's stormy eyes. His face burned with an embarrassed blush and his heart was pounding in dread, but he kept his mouth shut, waiting for the pooka to make the first move. His hips were gently navigated until he stood between his lover's legs, and his flush deepened at their intimate stance despite the circumstances.

Aster's chest was rising and falling roughly and he licked his lips before he spoke. "What did ya do ta deserve this?" he asked the boy evenly, not letting go of his hips and keeping eye contact.

The branch pressing into his side from Bunny's palm imprinted into Jack's consciousness as he struggled to form speech. He was starting to think he really was going to get a switching and he was more than a little scared and ashamed. He decided to play along. If Bunny was serious then he was not doing himself any favors by being sassy, and if the pooka was just trying to teach him a lesson, he would need to apologize anyway. He really did feel bad about what he had done, even if he was too proud to admit it without being under duress. "I hit you…" he mumbled almost inaudibly.

"What else?"

Humiliation painted him with a fresh flush and the contact his body had with his Bunny tingled; he was forced to drop his eyes. "I left you and made you worry…" he whispered. But saying those words flared his resentment back into life and he looked back up at the rabbit angrily. "Like you did!" he accused angrily, and snapped his jaw shut to breathe heavily through his nose. His eyes filled with angry tears and he hated himself for letting his jaw quiver. Scowling darkly, he tried to push away but was halted by the firm grasp anchoring him to the position between Aster's legs. "Let me go," he snarled, renewing his struggles against the pooka.

Bunnymund did not relinquish his grip, but grabbed the boy around the waist once more and physically slammed him into his knees, crushing his weight over the slighter figure while he writhed below him. "Ah neva did anithin to purposefully 'urt you, Jack! What ya did t'day, tha' was petty'n juvenile," he rebuked hotly, hissing into the struggling sprite's ear below his mouth. "An' if yer not gonna man up'n accept responsibility, then yer gonna get popped like a bloody infant!"

"Screw you," Jack wheezed, eyes cut hatefully up to shining green ones as he panted in the pooka's grip. He was furious that he was laid out over the rabbit's lap helplessly, and felt vulnerable draped across him, knees not quite reaching the floor and hoodie riding up his torso with every futile move he made. His arms were pinned uselessly under him and his fingers were beginning to tingle from the lack of circulation.

He gasped when he heard the dreaded swish of the branch and hot pain coiled around his bare legs, licking around his calves. He was shocked into a fresh spree of frantic struggling at the second switch his legs endured. He dug his nails into whatever his numbing hands could come in contact with and he bucked up into the solid body above him. "Stop!" he demanded and hissed when a third stripe cut across his now kicking legs, shooting pain all the way down and into his ankles, "Lemme go!"

The arm that had been swatting him came down over his legs, immobilizing him against Aster's lap. "Ya want ah should pull your breeches down and switch yer bare arse?" the pooka warned darkly, warm breath ghosting over Jack's ear.

And Jack hated himself for the hot blush that rushed over his cheeks, even as he went limp in the strong hold he was pinned in, because his heart hammered at the thought, and suddenly being switched seemed kind of…awkward in the kitchen. He gulped and prayed that his body wouldn't react like he was afraid it was going to at such an inappropriate time. He was still angry, after all. Though, he couldn't exactly hide anything in the compromising position he was currently in.

And that wasn't helping.

Bunnymund appeared to pause at his unexpected submission, and seemed to be assessing the situation above him. Oh and Bunny was above him and had him over his knee because he was bad and he squeezed his eyes shut in complete mortification when he felt the familiar heat pooling in his groin.

He buried his face in the pooka's lap to hide his face from his rising embarrassment, and he was sure that Aster had noticed when he stilled, tensing around him. They stayed like that, caught in the awkward limbo between anger and arousal, neither male knowing how to proceed. Finally, Aster leaned back, effectively unpinning him, and Jack immediately freed his arms and slid off his mate's lap to sit in the floor beside him, bringing his knees up under his chin and hiding his face again.

He wasn't sure what he had expected, but he was shocked when the offending stick was slammed into the floor and he heard his Bunny stand up abruptly, sending the chair toppling over and causing him to jump. He couldn't bring himself to peek, though, just kept his face buried in his knees as the soft, thumping steps of the pooka pounded against the hard-packed earthen floor, exiting the kitchen to disappear back outside and into the now darkening warren.

Alone in the kitchen, Jack lifted his gaze and let his eyes fall to the slim, flexible branch lying next to his bare feet. Just looking at it made him hopelessly hard again and he groaned, pushing himself to lean against a leg of the table while he stared at the offensive item. Swiping it up in one hand, he had every intention of breaking it in half, but once he felt the light weight of it he couldn't help but swish it around in the air a little…until he accidentally brought it down under his thigh.

He hissed at the sharp sting and dropped the switch again, feeling a hot wave of excitement course through him. What he needed was to sit quietly for a minute, calm his tense nerves. He was emotionally overloaded and needed to think.

He made it about thirty seconds before he took up the stick again, bringing it down more gently over his knees and forcefully breathing evenly at the feel of it. He guiltily wished his Bunny was doing it instead of him, bringing the switch down on his bare legs again with sharp swats as he writhed below him. He flushed navy at the fantasy and gulped again, looking down between his legs.

Aster paced his garden gate in agitation. He had been very angry and hurt and had not realized exactly what he was doing until Jack had gone limp in his grasp. He was horrified with himself for his actions. No matter how insolent and childish Jack could act, he was his mate. Even if the boy could make him wild with rage and want to tear his own fur out in frustration, the boy was his partner, his companion, and he'd had him bent over his knee like a naughty child.

He halted his trek and buried his face in his paws. Oh moon, and then he'd felt his hard length pressing into him and saw Jack's face buried in his fur in mortification and it had been too much. He had to flee. They hadn't been intimate since the heated moment directly after Pitch's demise, and the endorphins and high of the moment had been the catalyst for that encounter. Fixating on that day had been Bunnymund's sole occupation for the last couple weeks as Jack had become more and more closed off and distant with him, leading up to the events of today.

The pooka had quite literally been in Hell every time his mate had shied away from his touches or seemed too preoccupied with some solitary game to spend time with him, or so lost in his own thoughts he wouldn't hear Bunnymund speaking to him. When Jack had been gone that morning, leaving Aster to wake up alone in their nest, a hasty note scribbled and tucked sloppily into his pillow, the pooka had almost been sure his mate was leaving him. He had debated and fought with himself all day, wondering whether he should go after his mate or wait for him to return. Would he be smothering the boy by looking for him or accidentally letting him slip out of his life by not? It had been a nightmare.

Then Jack had returned and this had happened.

Aster groaned as his heartbeat picked up its pace in his chest. He was ashamed of himself for being so turned on by the simple fact that, whether Jack had wanted it or not, he had been turned on. His heart pounded harder at the implication that his mate was still on some level possibly interested in him, even after all these weeks of complete disregard. Right. Interest meant hope. Hope he could work with. Even if Jack tried to leave him, he would do everything in his power to prevent it. But hope made things more manageable. He was willing to beg and grovel and do pretty much anything to keep his mate with him, and to make him happy again.

And Jack had definitely not been happy in the last few weeks.

Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat and strode over to the disregarded staff, snatching the bloody thing out of the grass as a peace offering, before making his way back past the garden gate to push the front door open silently with a paw, peering into the dimming light of the burrow. He didn't see anything, but heard odd breathy sounds coming from the kitchen where he had left his mate abruptly. He hoped Jack wasn't crying.

As he crept carefully toward the kitchen he heard Jack's voice gasp his name and his mind came to a stumbling halt. He stared into the kitchen at his mate, sprawled out on the floor and braced against the kitchen table, pants shoved down his hips and pumping himself roughly with his eyes squeezed shut, and he stopped breathing.

He watched silently as the boy roughly handled himself, making little needy noises and whimpering Bunny's name with every deft movement of his nimble fingers. Then sparkling blue eyes opened for a moment and locked with his and that adorable blue blush spreads across his face and Aster couldn't help himself.

Dumping the staff against the door-sill, he scooped his mate up in his arms and carried him gently through the burrow to their room, not minding that his lover's pants were still bunched around his thighs, limiting his mobility, and laid him lovingly into their nest, climbing in immediately after his mate settled. Curling tightly around his slim form, Aster sniffed and nuzzled his mate's damp skin, thrilling at the hot scent of sex clinging to his flesh and clothes. It had been so long.

Jack was clutching him and grinding into him wordlessly, eyes screwed shut and jaw clenched. It was only at that moment that Bunnymund noticed that he had the switch in his palm against his fur, keeping a hold of it even as he moved against his mate. It startled him that the boy had seemed to keep a hold of it through his masturbation and even being carried into their bedroom.

His mate was trying to wrap around him, but was being halted by the leggings tangled around his thighs. His frustrated groan made Aster's breathing ragged and he gazed at the struggling body moving against him. "You were…touchin' yerself, love?" he whispered hoarsely, and his words had a tranquilizing effect on his mate, who nodded into his chest. "Why?"

"Cause…" the sprite whispered into his fur, not meeting his eye, "It stung and I'm bad and I deserve it, and it was you…" He raked his nails roughly through Aster's fur, scratching his skin before running slim hands down and over his hip, curling fingers through his pelt.

Bunnymund purred. "Oh love, yer not…"

"I am and you should punish me, Bunny," he asserted, cutting his denial off and gripping him now almost painfully.

And then it clicked in Bunnymund's mind.

Since Jack had defeated Pitch he had been feeling guilty and Aster had been trying to sooth him, been trying to tell him it was okay. But Jack didn't feel like it was okay. He just felt more and more guilt ridden; and Aster's insistence, no matter how well intentioned, had been making him feel worse. Bunnymund's finally punishing him, even if it wasn't for Pitch, was making him feel better, helping him cope and heal. Aster realized this and came to a decision in an instant. "Did ah give ya permission ta touch yerself?" he growled lowly, letting it rumble through his chest and against his mate. Wide eyes darted up to look at him submissively, and white locks rustled as he shook his head.

Aster took a deep breath. Moon, he was not at all comfortable with this, but he already knew that he was willing to do anything for his mate, and if he needed the idea of corporal punishment to make him feel better, then Aster would pour all of his abilities into it. Hell, he'd probably cut off his own limb to make his mate happy again. This should be easy. Taking another long drag of air, he released it though his nose and murmured seriously, "Ge's t'much, say golem."

Hoping he would never have to say a sentence like that again, he took the switch from Jack's hand and hoisted him up to perch awkwardly between his legs and over his chest, taking a moment to enjoy the deep blush and downcast eyes of his mate, hoodie askew and twisting over his chest and arms, and pants still caught around his legs. The sight turned him on more than he was willing to admit. "Do ya deserve t'be punished?" he asked levelly, "Answa me."

"Yes."

"Call me sir when ah speak ta you."

The already dark blush deepened across fine features, and lashes hid Jack's eyes as he replied, "Yes sir."

Alright, the whole situation was way hotter than he was comfortable with, and Jack's submission was so uncharacteristic of him, but it was such a turn on that Bunny finally began to relax into his role. "Stand up and strip f'me," he commanded, helping his mate out of the nest to stand in front of him. He leaned back into their soft bed and lazily gazed at his lover's unmoving form. "Go on."

Hesitantly, Jack pulled at one sleeve and then the other, freeing his arms from the hoodie to pull it over his head, ruffling his hair into an unruly mess as he dropped the garment to his feet. Then he pushed his pants the rest of the way down his legs and kicked them off to join his hoodie on the floor. He stood, trying to not to squirm at Bunny's assessing stare.

When Aster had looked his fill, he rolled off the bed and stood up, prowling around his mate, switch tapping softly against his paw. He strolled a couple laps around the nude boy before he stopped directly behind him and outside of his vision. "Bend over," he demanded lowly. He gulped as he watched lean muscles work in his mate's back as he leaned forward, bending at his hips, and braced his hands against the side of their nest. His shoulders were now lower than his hips and Aster has a plan to rectify that. "Spread your legs."

He grinned when Jack barely widened his stance, and walked forward, pressing himself against the boy's rear, grasping both hips firmly to guide him while keeping his erection pressed against him. "Spread. Yer. Legs," he ordered again and bit back a groan when he felt muscles moving against him to comply. Strong, thin legs rolled outward until the boy was spread wide, matching the level that his shoulders kept.

He whipped the switch across the boy's upper thigh and had to catch his breath at the startled gasp it elicited. "You'll thank me when ah punish you," he murmured in a rumble, and stepped back to bring the branch across the boy's ass now.

"Ah! Tha…thank you, sir," his mate gasped, panting. His head was dropped below his shoulders now and Bunnymund could see his eyes peeking back at him from below his body. His face was flushed and his chest was heaving, but he didn't try to relax his stance and he stood, bent over and waiting for his bunny to give him an order. His erection stood out, straining below his stomach.

Aster watched an angry blue mark appear over his lover's skin, and felt a pang of remorse, but checked himself. Jack seemed to be enjoying himself and he couldn't deny that this strange, twisted game they were playing was a little fun.

He ran the forgiving tip of the switch down his lover's spine, letting it ride gently over each bulge of vertebrae before he reached the base of his thin back and passed it over his mate's exposed entrance, pulling a desperate whine from his pretty lips. "Did ah tell ya you could speak?" he whispered.

When the thick white hair waved as Jack shook his head, he brought the willow branch back down across the boy's striped cheek, causing him to cry out again. "Answer me when ah ask ya a question," he commanded.

"Yessir, no sir," Jack gasped, muscles straining and arms shaking now.

Satisfied, Aster brought the switch back into his palms and stood back again, taking in the sight of his desperately aroused mate. "You've been bad, Jack," he said finally, hating the words but knowing it was what his companion wanted to hear, "Ya hurt people. You destroyed anotha being, though ya d'not kill 'im, and then ya 'urt me, your mate."

He paused, watching the boy's back tense. Moon, he was lovely, and Bunnymund had to shake himself to focus back on his role. "Ah'm gonna punish ya, love. And yer gonna stand there an' take it obediently."

Now he moved closer again, stroking his claws gently across the boy's back before halting his touch to rest at the base of his spine. He took a moment to run the soft fur on the back of his switch-laden paw across the raised welts already striping his mate's behind before raising his hand and bringing the stick down across the abused flesh sharply. The body below his palm jumped at the harsh blow, but he didn't make a sound, so he brought the branch down again, landing it on the same cheek. Then again, and again.

Jack's legs and gluts were tense now, tightened up in pain and anticipation. His skin was swelling at the numerous welts, and sported deep blue streaks from where the switch had licked his skin. One more lashing finally caused him to squirm under his Bunny's grasp.

Aster dropped the branch and ran his paw tenderly over his mate's abused skin, rubbing some of the stinging soreness away. His chest was tight and his throat struggled to keep air flowing to his lungs. He felt horrible. "Good, love," he purred, leaning down to drape himself over his mate's body and brush lips across his neck, "Ya did perfectly. Ah'm so proud of ya, Jack," he whispered, and snuggled his nose into the crook of his lover's shoulder, wrapping one paw around his chest and pulling him flush against his hard body.

Below him Jack choked, and let out a strangled sob.

Aster immediately turned him around and picked him up to cradle him against his chest and stroke his back and purr, letting his mate release the last of his pent up guilt, leaking it into his fur. Without disturbing his mate, he carefully climbed back into the nest, resting him lovingly on his chest while he regained some semblance of control to his breathing. When a cheek finally appeared, he licked the damp skin roughly, trying to clean the suffering from his mate's face. His purring increased when he felt a shaky laugh rumble against his chest.

What little light was left in the room caught in Jack's eyes as he glanced up and into Bunnymund's face, shining against the last of his unshed tears and the lightness he now seemed to exude. Aster's brows knitted tightly together and his nose twitched at the overwhelming rush of relief that loving look was to him. Tears spilled unwittingly from his eyes now, even as he laughed at Jack's alarm.

Without explaining himself, he pulled his mate in closer, crushing his body against his again in a death grip. He jammed his nose against the boy's clammy skin and breathed deeply as he tried to reign in his thankful tears. "Ah love you Jack. And ah'm so sorry love. Ah'm so sorry…" He choked now, his swollen throat not allowing him to say anything else. His mate was back in his arms and holding onto him and had laughed again.

He couldn't see his lover's face when he replied, but his voice was not in any better shape than his had been before he lost control of it. "I'm sorry too, Bunny," he apologized thickly, "You've only been good to me and tried to make me feel better. And I…" his voice caught and he took a moment to wipe his tears against Aster's fur. "I'll never do that again," he promised roughly.

Aster wasn't sure if he meant that he'd never hurt someone again or if he'd never leave without explanation or if he's never do any number of other things, but he was flooded with warmth at the declaration. He really didn't care what Jack was saying. The point was that he was saying it to him, and he was holding him again, and not shying away or ignoring him. His mate was happier and content and that was all he cared about. A whispered I love you sealed the moment.

It wasn't until his breathing was coming back to normal when Bunnymund felt tentative grinding against his thigh and looked back down at his partner's face. He was peeking hesitantly up at him through lashes and blushing furiously, but not stopping. The pooka groaned and thrust back into his mate's body. The boy could bail him up like nobody else.

"S'been a long time…" Jack whispered under his chin. "Lemme make it up to you, sir." Aster moaned lowly as a thin hand slid between them and pressed into his abdomen, revealing his hot, slick length for cool fingers to manipulate. "I want you on top of me, Aster," the boy begged, "I want you to pound me into the bed until I can't walk."

Without further warning, the smaller male released his hold on his lover's erection and jerked him up to lay heavily over him. Aster caught himself before he crushed his mate, and panted roughly as he felt his cock being taken again and directed toward his companion's unprepared entrance. He halted the boy's fevered guidance. "No mate, we gotta…"

"Shut up, Bunny," Jack replied restlessly and pumped his hot member a couple more times before he pressed it into him. He cried out in pain, even as he conducted the pooka's hips down, pressing his full length into his unadjusted body. Water sprang to his eyes, but he insistently grasped his own neglected erection and slid a tight grip down his own length.

Overwhelmed with the sudden penetration, Aster swatted his mate's hand away from his length and replaced it with his own over-sized paw. "Yer mine," he growled and pulled out just enough to slam back into the thin body below him. He hummed when Jack cried out, and pumped his length evenly with a skilled paw as he pulled out again to roughly plunge into his mate once more. He thrust himself rhythmically as he jerked his grip over the boy's hard cock and grinned when Jack's breath became erratic and finally stopped as he screamed wordlessly over his climax.

Bunnymund did not stop his rut as Jack recovered from his orgasm, but propped a thin leg up and over his shoulder so he could plunge deeper into his body. He grunted in pleasure at the new position they were in and nearly toppled when his mate cried out raggedly as he hit the bundle of nerves inside of him. Not stopping his movement, he slung Jack's other leg over his shoulder and lifted his hips bodily off the bed, slamming into him and watching his torso bounce against his contact.

Jack's voice was going hoarse from the panting cries and screams he was emitting at being manipulated. He was oversensitive from his mind-blowing orgasm and fighting consciousness with every brush and stab his Bunny was forcing with his insides, and his legs hooked around his shoulders and then Aster turned his head and bit the inside of his thigh even as the large paw disconnected with his hip and gripped the base of his already hardening cock tightly, halting any other climaxes he might have.

He sobbed raggedly as a rough tongue massaged his abused skin, and then Aster ducked down further between his legs and bit him again, higher up on his limb and closer to his groin. He gasped at the pain and the stimulation and would have come if he had not been prevented.

The pounding continued and the lashing he had received early hurt from the rough contact with the hard body that used him. Sharp pain was jolting from his welted skin and he let out keening whines as Bunnymund massaged his new bite mark. Then his erection was gripped and brought forward to the lapping tongue of his companion and he screamed through the sandpaper in his throat as his head was licked clumsily around the pounding thrusts against his prostate. "Oh god, Aster," his rough voice cried out in a choked sob, "Fuck, right there!"

Bunnymund's hips slammed against his sore ass again and stayed there, pressed against him as he spilled himself hotly into his mate's body with a groan. Then he released his halting grasp on Jack's cock and slid into him a few more times, taking him fully into his mouth as he leaned forward between his legs, pressing Jacks knees into his chest. Pinned and being penetrated and sucked, Jack came again with a strangled cry and blacked out for a second, waking before his lover had time to notice.

Aster swallowed his cum down and did not hesitate to begin licking the length of his mate's softening cock again, cleaning him diligently. Before his lover had time to push him off, he ducked down and began disposing of the excess fluids lingering between his mate's legs and at his leaking entrance. He took his time with that, carefully lapping and sucking his own essence off of his mate's skin, ignoring the cries his actions elicited. When he had the worst of their lovemaking cleaned from his mate's skin, he detached the lithe, young legs from his over his back and shoulders and gently tucked them under him again as he crawled up his mate's body to lay his head gently against his flushed cheek.

They gazed into each other's eyes for a minute before bright blue ones drooped shut, and a white head tucked itself peacefully onto a furry shoulder. The pooka purred as he felt the gentle rise and fall of his mate's chest and clutched him tightly and possessively to him. He knew they would need a proper bath soon, but not now. He would let his mate recuperate before carrying him to cold water to sooth his welted flesh and most likely bruising legs. For now he was content and at peace.

It felt like a flood door had finally broken between the two of them, and that from now on they would be able to overcome any obstacle that lay ahead in their relationship. Aster smiled lovingly into his sleeping mate's skin. He felt disgusting and sore, but for now he was happy to enjoy the feel of his lover's willing body pressed against him, holding him and cherishing him in his sleep, bringing him peace and fulfillment.

Auhor's Note: *Wails* I just wanted a fight scene chapter!

Also, I couldn't help but giggle a little at myself for this chapter. Who hasn't played the dead body routine in the face of certain doom? This is another chapter that I will admit to hesitating with. I've had it written for DAYS and just couldn't bring myself to post it until now. Then I looked back at everything else and decided what the hell? It's written already...

(So was witty title witty or just lame?) lol Butatleastitwasntaweddingchapter…

Note: It is noteworthy to know that this is a tipping point in Jack and Aster's relationship.