I am back, trying to write smut. I suck at it. By the way, I didn't post it yesterday because my maid just got on her vacation and it was Jeremy and I to clean the place. It didn't work well. But that's not what people want to know right?! People want answers to their reviews. Okay. I love doing it anyways.

PandaAttack2109: It's okay friend, it's just because I really missed you. I hope you got some nice grades on your tests. Here, have this disappointing chapter!

Warning: I suck at smut, but here is my try. Have you guys watched the Hobbit, Desolation of Smaug? Well, I did. And now I must write about it. So yeah, now I will slow down a bit more on the updates on here. Sorry.

Disclaimer: Don't own Rise of the Guardians neither The Hobbit. I wish I did. I'd make loads of things on the story, like taking Melkor from the void. Wait. That's Silmarillion. Well… Damn it.

Chapter 14 - Conclusions

He was stunned, to say the least. Or not. Actually, when speaking about North it was pretty common. North was known for being that reckless, not one to hold back when he wanted or needed something.

Still, he couldn't say he reacted to it on the simplest of ways. He froze on the kiss, getting static as he felt literally every centimeter of the Russian's lips on his. Unconsciously he licked his lips, ending up by licking North's as well. Like if it wasn't awkward enough.

North though didn't seem to mind, as he moved his hand from his chin to his jaw, his fingers burying on his hair, combing it, and he couldn't do a bigger fight, in truth, there was nothing he could do.

His nails dig on red clothing of the Russian, his nails and fingers that looked very much like claws held tightly on the clothing and for a moment, he knew he could tear he fabric easily, but he wouldn't. He forced himself to don't put strength on the grip, not for now at least.

The fingers on his head curled and pulled his head back, and the mouth on his deepened the kiss, North's tongue using of the moment to trust his tongue within and lock the Nightmare King on a passionate kiss.

Pitch couldn't tell if the sound he made was a moan of pleasure, a gasp of surprise, or a whimper of need. He just knew he made some sound and he wasn't proud of it. The feeling of North's mouth curling to a grin didn't help it, the arrogant bastard.

His lips were bitten, surprisingly, since Pitch was the one keen to biting and not North. North, as far as he knew, was more of holding. He was sure of that after the Russian got him and shamelessly held him on his thighs, an event Pitch made sure of considering a mistake, that it wasn't meant to... but now he was deeply sure it was, indeed, intentional.

The happiness that flowed on North when he touched him, desire, lust he could feel just as much as fear or bravery, the fear he felt right after, it revealed everything he felt before. North was a dirty man, and should be punished as soon as possible.

But he wasn't angry, not at all. In the deep inside, he wanted it as well, but he wasn't that shameless. Contained, Pitch kept such things contained when he wasn't sure if it would be welcomed. The beast was one of those things. It didn't change for him the fact he was being bitten and he was the official shark of the place.

"If you bite me again, I will take a piece from you." Pitch warned, annoyed but in the inside enjoying it. North smirked, playfulness shining on those eyes full of joy and wonder as he moved and quickly nipped at Pitch's neck, right on the side of Adam's apple, making Pitch flinch and gasp in surprise, his fingers dwelling on North's hair. The bites trailed from the first one up his jaw, gentle but passionate bites, the warm mouth making him shiver in a twisted pleasure.

"I hope I get bitten for that." North said as shameless as he could be, which was something very large and wide to handle. The Russian had no sense of shame or fear, most of the time. No sense of danger and personal space as well. Sometimes, Pitch was glad he hadn't. He nodded to North's question, his eyes half-lidding.

"I hope you're ready to walk with a piece of your throat missing." Pitch asked, and the hand on his hand pulled his face against North's, to face the Russian on his eyes. He would have protested, if the pull didn't feel so perfectly right. He agreed to himself to never pronounce that out loud.

"Only if you're too, moi 'korol." The Russian said on his sheepish grin as his hands entered the water, holding beneath Pitch's knees and on his back, as he lifted him and placed him on the border of the bath tub, with a very unformal yelp from Pitch, making him shade on some darker tunes of grey.

There was something on the way that North looked at him that made him uneasy, the hunter became prey, the wolf became deer and suddenly he was on the spot lights.

His look surely looked startled enough to be of a deer on spotlights.

He was ready to run away, or attack, being in a situation he knew not how to react, he didn't even know if it was a situation of danger or anything. When North touched his cheek, it wasn't that unexpected for him to find himself flinching away.

"Don't shiver." North muttered, as he pulled the Boogeyman to another kiss. Pitch held on the side of the tub, his legs pressed together, wishing he was covered again, even if with water.

His body was feverish, both from the hot water as for the effort North was putting on the kiss. The Russian conquered his mouth like the Cossack he was known for, his tongue moving with his on all the right places, stealing away his breath.

When North released his mouth, he was sure he wasn't grey anymore, but black already, as the Russian cupped his cheek and smiled kindly, like if they weren't doing nothing really.

Maybe for him, it wasn't, but to Pitch, he wouldn't be allowing it if it meant nothing. The thought made his heart close, barriers going around it, built with doubt and self-preservation. It meant something for North... right?

"Lyubit', don't think for now, da?" North said out of nothing before he licked his neck, his tongue taking its time to reach all the bites and the marks they held as well.

His hair wasn't spiked like it was, water's fault, but now it was getting up, not on his signature fashion, but on a wilder and disorganized setting, another sign of how startled he was. But, somehow, North's mouth on his collarbone made it all go away.

He gasped as he could feel the mouth of the Russian slip from his collarbone down his chest, the careful kisses made his hair get up, when he sucked the skin, he gasped soundlessly, his eyes rolling back, when he bite, Pitch contained a moan.

His body decided to answer everything differently; giving a specific answer to everything he received and gave something completely different. Expect pushing North away, that never happened.

The mouth lowered to his chest, biting the exact spot between his collarbone and his stomach, as he continued to tend down, his mouth lowering until the belly until he had tasted of the skin covering each named muscle on his body. He was thin, but he could clearly see all the muscles beneath a small, thin layer of skin and fat, making the muscles have a soft change and don't be bare on the skin, which would be weird on such thin body. He had found and left a mark on them all, though.

Pitch's nails grasped the border of the tub tighter as he felt North's hands holding his legs and opening them a little, as he kissed down the navel to the side of the hips and legs, ignoring his groin completely, which Pitch so badly wanted to hide.

But there was few he could do when North prevented him from closing his legs by putting himself there, kneeled in front of the too dark Boogeyman.

His lips slipped to his legs and thighs, each large and strong hand gripping the thighs in a passionate but mindful touch, gripping and kissed his favorite areas, the white teeth burying on the skin and leaving harsher marks on every bite, harsher than the ones from the neck and chest.

There were few Pitch could do besides staring, perplex and heated North enjoy himself on his legs, touching and caressing the skin like to a work of art.

"North..." Pitch started, before one of North's hands moved to cup his face, a thumb over his lips to shut them carefully, as the other hand grasped his half-hard member.

"Shhh..." The Russian reminded him as his hand held it fully, the thumb resting over the head as he rubbed it a few times, bringing all the hair the Boogeyman had up to a hedgehog style. Pitch moaned lowly, under his breath, and one of his hands touched the hand he Russian had on his face.

"Nicholas..." Pitch warned though it sounded more like a mew than a warning. North didn't mind it though, as his thumb moved in circles on the head, while the rest of the hand started to slowly move up and down, a small torture as he brought the Boogeyman hard on his hand.

His mind was blurred, and on the moment, for Pitch, the mere thought of escaping, which he was considering minutes ago, now seemed completely ridiculous. Pitch exhaled small puffs of hot air, which North's thumb over his lips made sure of dividing between two.

North quickened the pace a bit, and that was enough to make Pitch moan lowly, a soft purr-like moan that he didn't even know he could do. The real sound though came as North lowered his head and mouthed the head of his member, making him gasps and moan louder.

His mouth was warm and it was a completely wonderful feeling, something he wasn't sure he had felt as good as it was. It didn't help that he was overly responsive. North sucked on the head slowly, taking his time as he moved his tongue against it, savoring what he got before he started to deepen it, moving his head calmly up and down, having an direct effect on Pitch.

Pitch gripped his white hair as he moved faster, getting more of him inside his mouth and tending it, the beard being soft as it was wasn't itchy on his legs. Pitch moaned, too low to be heard, as he watched North so lovingly suck him, that mouth making wonders on him. He could arrive at his edge simply by that. But he wanted more, and the beast had the tendency of dwelling shamelessly on any desire or indulgence.

He got his tongue and slipped it between two of North's fingers, before he actually licked it. His face was dark with lust and some shame as his grey tongue moved on the thick fingers, mindful of his teeth so he wouldn't bite the man.

A bite from him was enough to take off a bit. He didn't want that. Even if he was dying to bite him, wanting to mark the skin very much like North had done on him. He couldn't though, sadly.

He hissed as North moved him back, getting him on his elbows, laid back on the large border of the bath tub as he got a better position for himself between his grey legs. If Pitch could blush any darker than he was right now, he would have done exactly that.

The Russian kept his torture, and with the hand Pitch was licking before, now he used to grab a bottle not too far. Pitch's eyes widened a bit as he understood what was to come.

The Boogeyman quickly rose on his arm, getting his nose against North's as his other arm snaked on the man's back. A single growl-like hiss and he could already feel his nails getting darker and pointy, right at the man's clothes.

"Take it all off. Five seconds before I rip it appart." He hissed, and North could probably still see the beast on his eyes, for he grinned and did just as told.

"Da, boss." He chuckled as he released Pitch and grabbed his own shirt, before slipping it out of himself. Pitch could only watch, though the body was an arm's reach, his hand with clawed nails were ready to trace the chest of the man. North was strong, his broad shoulders had muscles on the pale skin, but it wasn't simply that.

On his chest white hair covered it, nothing exaggerated, but it was more hair than Pitch had on his head.

The waist wasn't thin and narrow like his, was large and bulky, covered on a larger layer of fat. But he wasn't just fat. He was strong like a warrior, the warrior he always was.

Unlike the men with broad shoulders and thin waist, he was broad on both aspects. Consequently he had a stronger spine, more balance, and could carry more weight. He grinned, it was the kind of body that you could see fighting bears on a mountain. With bare fists. On the middle of a storm. Pitch liked it, he knew not why, but he did.

North grinned as well as pulled him to a kiss, a softer and less explorer kiss. One that he could effectively return. "I amuse you?" He asked, though he already had the answer. Fool old man.

He was lowered again on the border as the warm hands roamed fast and fully on his body, giving him the feeling there wasn't a single place explored, and the feeling was good. Was warm, it was the tenderness Pitch so much wanted but never asked out loud. The hands stopped at his thighs as pulled them out of the way while North still touched his legs and now ass.

The was no word as Pitch observed quietly, on his half-lidded eyes North wet his fingers on the bathing oil and press a digit against his entrance, the warmth and the sensibility making him shake slightly.

All the negative thoughts were coming again, notwithstanding he stood, sighing at the touch. North probably noticed that for he leaned closer and place a kiss on his chest. "Relax."

"Imo." He answered stubbornly, and the circling movement around his entrance made his voice shaky. North simply stared, hungry and with a smirk of pure joy. A smile he wanted to punch out of his face. "I don't speak Latin, lyubov'."

Pitch hissed at the touches, obviously getting impatient. The beast appreaciated games, but only when he was making it, ruling it, obviously. "I don't speak Russian."

"I know you do." North chuckled, before he pressed the tip of his finger, making Pitch swallow his comeback. It was effective, and under his breath Pitch was swearing. He couldn't recall it being that painful, but neither did fingers were supposed to be that thick.

North was big on every sense, as well thick. The Boogeyman hissed lowly, as the finger moved and circled the insides, not trusting deeper but circling his entrance. Maybe North was too big to him, maybe he should quit. But beasts didn't retreat, unless dead.

North caressed his thighs softly as he trusted he finger deeper and kept with movements, making the stress and the tension slowly fade and the muscle relaxed a bit more. Pitch's breath quickened slightly, as North kept moving and stretched him, to later trust the tip of a second finger, which Pitch quietly endured.

He made his best to forget the burning feeling on his insides as he was stretched, North's fingers scissoring him, as he wasn't sure if it was all pain what he felt, or some pleasure as well.

"Nicholas..." He called, his breath going out ragged and poorly controlled. His fingers wanted to pull North close, to make it all go, all the pain and all the patience, but the Russian didn't seem to want that.

Not now. Pitch could endure pain easily, but not that teasing. He wanted more, he always wanted more. North simply smiled and touched his lower lip with a thumb, his other hand still scissoring him.

"You're beautiful, angel moi." He muttered, before his hands slipped on the Boogeyman's hair to pull him to a kiss. "I don't know how I haven't tried anything like that before."

Those words seemed to only prepare him for what was to come, but Pitch couldn't help it, he was flattered. He wasn't sure he ever heard it before, it's not like there was people around to, in the first place. When North trusted his third finger though, he grunted some curse on North's lips, almost biting them off him.

On the theory he wasn't made to endure this, definitely not, but at the same time he wasn't supposed to survive many things he had. Here he was notwithstanding.

The burning feeling was killing him, but he loved every small bit of it, never pain and pleasure had been so close for him, and he couldn't recall having any sympathy for masochist practices. It didn't helped it was North, North doing those things to him, North speaking and touching him. Love and Hate, Pain and Pleasure all on the right mix.

Unholy, yet North was a Guardian, it felt right, was like if everything the man did automatically was named good.

He hissed as North took his fingers out of him and rubbed the rest of the oil on his shaft, the movement calling his attention and making him sigh, his heated gaze being the reason for why North chuckled when looking at him.

The Russian's hand slide on his chest and pulled him down again, on his back. Pitch was certain he blushed like if he had some sort of innocence within when North grasped his legs and raised them, bowing them on the air as he still held them.

He was surrendered and exposed, more than he ever felt, and he was sure even if he tried to run he couldn't flee now.
"Relax, ok?" North asked, and Pitch looked at him, the man had obviously seen the distress on his face. There wasn't a way to hide it even if he wanted.

He simply nodded, his hair falling over his face as he did, on a way he believed it could never do. North chuckled and kissed the point of his nose, a last and comforting time, before he pushed himself in.

If Pitch yelled, he couldn't hear thanks the blood rushing on his ears. His eyes fluttered close as he adapted to him, getting himself used to the feeling of the man inside him, not an easy task, since he was narrow and thin at the same quantity that North was large and thick.

He caught his breath, which he didn't even remember losing for a start, and gave the Russian a look. "M-Move."

North just nodded as he grasped his hips and moved, his member sliding completely in then almost completely out, long trusts but slow, and still patient.

The darkened nails where leaving claw marks on the borders of the tub, the border on stone purposely for one to sit on, and he was leaving marks on it. He moaned, a soft, low noise, and even with his closed eyes, he knew North was smirking.

"Nicholas..." He moaned lowly, calling almost shyly for more, as his knees shook a bit. Opening his eyes, he could see North wasn't that better himself.

His eyes were half lidded, and his usually naturally pale skin was red. North just nodded and moved a bit faster, his hips rolling on a more impatient pace, which quickly put Pitch to moan the Russian's name.

The Boogeyman shivered and whispered illogical words, he knew not even what he was speaking anymore, it was a different sensation, a whole new feeling as North moved in and out of him, almost taking a piece of him together as he moved, the grip on his hips hard enough to bruise, and at the same time, delicate.

He still was soft to him, even when he proved he could endure it. North himself freed a groan as moved a bit more forcefully, angling himself to reach a better point inside him.

He was glad he did, for when he reached it, Pitch yelled. Not loud enough to reach outside the bathroom, but a yell was a yell, being too loud and open to be a groan.

He could feel the stone beneath his nails crushing to smaller pieces as he opened them like fabric, the nail tearing through. He was going to ask himself how he was doing it, but it was something he could leave to later. "Nicholas! North! Please!"

Every trust was a sound, be it a small scream or a moan, and of course, even both. He wasn't holding them back, the damage his teeth would do on his lips would be terrible.

He just allowed. Permitted every sound his body wanted to do to simply do it. His eyes could barely keep open as he enjoyed how good it felt. So sinfully delicious squared. He knew he couldn't last too long with that.

"Nicholas..." He moaned out the name, trusting it would be a warning enough. A look up though, and by North's face, he could see how close North was as well. His breath ragged and he had to gather strength to control it. "I... I will... North..."

North just nodded and moved his hips faster, making him howl in pleasure, his head falling back, while his hands and nails held himself in place. He didn't want to see the damage he did on the border of the bathtub, he just hoped he wasn't going to hear about it.

Like if not enough, North grasped his cock and started pumping it, and that quickly took his mind from the bath tub.

"North!" He yelled, arching on the touch as he tried helplessly answer the trusts, somehow do something to soothe the waves and waves of pleasure that washed through him, make it smoother or harsher, he wasn't sure of which one.

He howled, his throat dry to scream, and his whole body clenched, as he arrived at the limit, it was everything he could take.

He arched and screamed as he came, his body arching as the world seemed to take small importance on his eyes and view.

Nothing else mattered on that second, as his body went numb after his release, busy with taking back his breath and calming his heart, trying to stop his sounds as North still moved on him.

Not too much time after, he finished as well, and Pitch could only but sigh, sort of pleased or weak, as North came deep inside him, and rode out of his orgasm.

It was some seconds of silence, but felt like ages. He finally relaxed his fingers and let them release the border of the bath tub. Some seconds where his eyes darkened and closed, to open again slowly, diminishing the light they would receive.

Everything seemed smooth and calmer, in comparison to some seconds before these seconds of now. "I love you."

It was heavy when that broke the silence, and even heavier when Pitch noticed what it meant. His mind was still slowed down. He looked down, his whole body numb, to look at North, who looked flushed and for a moment, fearful.

His powers could be still temporarily out, but fear he could smell, and that he felt hard and strong now. On his mind, North simply begged, prayed to don't be pushed away.

North wouldn't leave him if Pitch pushed him away, but it would mean something. Would mean that even if he insisted, on the deep inside he was unwanted. Pitch though, didn't want to push the Russian away. Even if he was extremely hard to deal, the exact, almost perfect opposite of himself.

Pitch raised his hand and brushed some stray white hair from the man's face with the edge of his claw, his hand covered on black shadows and making it look like a claw. He was so numb that all he did was look, mildly surprised.

"I just wanted you to know-" North started, but Pitch's thumb covered his lips, silencing him, while Pitch as mindful of the claw-shaped-nail on it. He heard it. There was no need for anything else. The corner of Pitch's lips curled on a small smile, not so confident but genuinely happy. For North, it was enough to make the Russian smile as well.

He got out of him and cleaned them patiently, before taking the Boogeyman on his arms to his bed. Certainly there were many things they could and wanted to speak loud, but the silence stood.

The silence spoke it all.

He just pulled the Russian closer, letting him warp his arms around his thin frame and nuzzle contently on him, smell him like some sort of dog. Himself as a beast, he didn't mind. He just wanted to relax.

"If I sleep now, when wake you will be here?" North asked, and the Boogeyman didn't answer on the instant. North rose his eyes, the blue electric pools staring into his soul but asking permission first.

Pitch smiled at that, outside he could be a bear, but inside he was a puppy, soft like a toy. At the same time, Pitch wouldn't like it any other way.

"Probably not." He answered sincerely, his fingers with the claws made of shadows taking the wild hair from North's face, as the man seemed sad at the affirmative. He should know better, he was the Nightmare King, even if he wanted, he wasn't going to stay still, he couldn't.

He would end up giving North an nightmare, the Russian wasn't embedded on his dark essence like Jack. "But while I wander, my spirit will be here. If it's worth anything."

North nodded and cupped his face, his calloused fingers caressed his face with a inhuman delicacy, like if at the slightest touch Pitch would break, which he was sure he wasn't going to.

Those fingers traced his nose carefully, an artist's touch of veneration and even of worship, then the corner of his mouth with some less innocence. An lover's touch. "It's worth everything."

Pitch nodded at that, pressing his face slightly on the hand, enjoying the warmth and the physical contact in general. He have been too much time alone, he needed it. More than he would ever admit.

"Sleep then. Before it I won't leave." The Russian just nodded, using the Boogeyman's chest as a pillow as he pulled the covers above them and relaxed.

Pitch fulfilled his promise on that.

He didn't leave North before he fell asleep. In that time he didn't fell asleep, but he daydreamed, and those dreams were sweet and calm like the Sandman's sand, and the smaller sand man was distant, far away to do something to him. North, just by himself, did that.

Wasn't magic. Was pure and simply North's effect.

Last time I gave Loverman's lyrics. Now behold more Metallica power. I give you The Unforgiven II:

Lay beside me
Tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear
To make my demons run
The door is locked now
But it's open if you're true
If you can understand me
Then I can understand you

- The Unforgiven II – Metallica -