Smutsmutsmutsmutsmutsmutsmut and...more smut. Also, a little bit of angry sex, but only a little.

"So...what did you get me for my birthday?"

"You're looking at it."

Jack chuckled, giving him a soft squeeze. "Mmmm...perfect. Exactly what I wanted. How did you know?"

"A hot young artist birdie told me. Multiple times...in two different languages...as I shoved myself-"

Jack gasped and clapped a hand over Pitch's mouth. "In my mind, that little birdie is innocent and perfect and wonderful. And I do not want to imagine you shoving your 'prick' in it." He grinned. "Especially since that is mine and mine alone."

Pitch sat up, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "This little birdie was innocent. I must tell you that I took both of his virginities. Oh, and how he moaned..." Pitch licked Jack's lips. "...and screamed..." A lick to Jack's nose. "...and begged for me as a birthday present. I must confess, I find I fell in love with that little white-haired birdie." Pitch took Jack's chin between his thumb and pointer finger and brought his face closer, taking the rosy bottom lip between his teeth.

"Mmmm...I think I should find this little birdie and...get rid of the competition. With such a perfect candidate, I couldn't hope to stand a chance of keeping you."

Pitch laughed and sat back, taking Jack's body with him. He stood and took the smaller man into his arms, carrying him bridal style. "The little birdie is somewhere in this apartment. I shall find him, and you may see the competition."

"Ah, so kind of you. Save me from having to track him down."

Pitch smiled and leaned down to kiss him. He carried his lover into the kitchen. "Nope. He's not in here..." He leaned down and licked Jack behind his ear. Carrying him to the studio, he kicked the door open to reveal a mixture of Jack's and Pitch's creations. "Blast. I was so sure he'd be in here." Pitch walked down the hall and stopped in front of the bathroom. He nudged the door open with a hip and peeked in. "Ah, there you are, my little birdie!" He pulled his head out and smirked down at his lover. "I found him."

"Oh? Let me see him."

He shrugged. "Suit yourself. Just don't hurt him too much. I am in love with him, after all." He nudged the door open wider and carried Jack in. Pitch dropped the younger man and turned him to face the mirror. He pointed over Jack's shoulder, placing a gentle kiss to the pale column of Jack's throat. "There. He stands before you. Sly temptress of a birdie."

Jack looked at the reflection with a frown, trying to hide his smile. "He doesn't look like much. He's too scrawny and too short compared to you. Such a height difference doesn't make for comfortable kissing. And pale! Aren't birds out in the sun? He shouldn't be so white!"

"His height is perfection. It allows me to suck his lovely cock and hold his face at the same time. And that paleness! My god, how beautiful it looks when flushed with passion and covered in bites. When we are in bed together, he is the epitome of gloriousness."

"Meh." He shrugged his shoulders. "He just looks like a douche to me. I mean, who walks around another man's home naked and just makes me watch as my fiancé has his mouth all over his neck. A little rude if you ask me."

"Not at all, my darling. You see, I demand that he be naked in my presence at all times. Makes it easier when I..." Pitch pushed himself against Jack's backside. "...need him. And it's my fault, you know. I can't resist the sweet creaminess of his skin and how it blooms under my lips. Do not blame him, Jack. It's not his fault that he is my prisoner."

"Well, if that's what you do to your prisoners..." Jack looked at their reflection in the mirror with a gasp. "Let me be one too."

Pitch teased Jack's neck, nibbling it and sucking. "Oh Jack, I thought you knew. You are my prisoner. You have been for a very.." suck. "...long..." kiss. "...time..." Pitch bent Jack slightly over the counter, rubbing a hand down appreciatively to caress one pale cheek.

"Then how come you treat him better than me?" Jack moaned softly.

"Better than you? Never, my darling. You see, I fucked him to get the necessary information to buy you a gift. Now..." Pitch spread Jack's cheeks, rubbing a finger along the ring of muscle. "...when I fuck you, it's because my cock and my heart call for you. I fuck you because I love you..." Pitch pushed the head of his cock in. "...because I need you..." He slowly ground his shaft into Jack, twisting his hips slowly. "...because I can live without him, but I cannot live without you."

Jack's moan grew louder. "Then I suppose I shouldn't be jealous of this little birdie. It turns out I came out on top...figuratively, of course." He locked eyes with his lover in the mirror.

"On top, you say?" Pitch pulled Jack away from the counter, removing himself from his lover's heat. He got down on the floor, pulling Jack down with him. "I think I like this outcome. Don't you?" Pitch lay down, pulling Jack over to straddle his hips. He laid a hand on the man's hip as he brought his cock to Jack's entrance. He brought his eyes up from looking at Jack's dick to looking into his eyes. "Down, Jack."

Jack slowly pushed himself further down onto his lover, finding that he rather enjoyed having so much control over the situation. "I do rather like this outcome..."

"I'm glad. Now...does that little birdie seem like competition?"

"Not at all." The younger man pulled up until only Pitch's tip was inside of him before slamming himself back down on it with a loud moan.

Pitch kept one hand on Jack's hip as he skimmed the other up the pale chest to grab a shoulder. "Are you still jealous?"

"Only a little. He did have this delicious cock buried inside him...and that's something only I'm allowed to have." Jack continued impaling himself on Pitch's length, his moans growing louder each time.

Pitch shook his head. "No, my love. He had a cock buried in him, period. You have one that's filled with blood, cum, and all my love."

"I suppose...as long as only I...have your love." Jack leaned down to kiss him tenderly, his hips bobbing up and down still.

Pitch held Jack's body up as he lifted his hips, alternating between quick and slow thrusts. "There is no one in this world that you need ever fear. This heart...is all yours."

"G-good..." He held himself up with his good arm, breathing heavily by now. "I love you."

"And I love you, Jack. Now and forever. But first, my arms are tired. I think I'll let you take over from here. Is that agreeable?"

Jack nodded, eagerly taking full control over how fast he thrust himself onto Pitch. He sat up so he was only using his legs, his hand moving to stroke his own cock. Pitch put his hands behind his head, looking satisfied as his lover went wild. He rotated his hips in a circular motion, moving his cock in Jack's hole. The younger man moaned, using his fiancé's body to bring himself such intense pleasure. Jack felt himself getting closer and closer to coming, his hand and body working faster to keep in time with his moans and gasps.

"Look at me, Jack. I want to be looking in your eyes as you come." Pitch's voice was husky with desire. Jack pried his eyes open, looking down at his lover. The look of sheer, primal hunger in those eyes mixed with a particularly hard thrust into his prostate had him coming into his hand with moan. Pitch grabbed Jack's wrist, bringing the hand to his mouth. His tongue darted out and he licked at the pale fingers, drawing each one into his mouth. He released each one to take a lick at Jack's palm. "You are delicious, Jack. Like strawberries."

Jack shuddered at the feeling. "So glad...you like it."

Pitch's eyes flicked up to catch's Jack's half-lidded gaze. "Now it's my turn. Make me come, Jack. Make me come so that I fill you to the brim."

Slowly, he started to move again. Doing his best to bring his lover pleasure this time. "Come on, Jack. I'm under you, completely at your mercy. This is your chance, Jack, to seduce me." Jack reached down between their bodies, pushing two fingers into Pitch with a sly smile. He started to tease him, falling into a rhythm with thrusts of his ass and fingers. Pitch gasped and his mouth opened and closed. "Jack...oh god..." He screwed his eyes close, throwing his head back.

"Mmmm...Pitch, you're so big...you fill me up so much." He clenched his muscles around the man's cock, pushing a third finger into his ass and moving them deeper.

"Jack!" Pitch moved his hands from behind his head to flutter helplessly over Jack's legs, coming to finally rest on Jack's hips. His long fingers clenched, digging into the muscles.

"Come for me, Pitch..." he moaned. "Come inside me. Fill me up completely. I want to be dripping with your love for me." Jack slammed himself back down.

"Jack...another finger...put another one in." Jack did as he was told, pushing a fourth finger into Pitch. He moved then, thrusting them, stretching the man further than he had before. "Like that...that's perfect...g-god, yes! Jack, faster!"

He continued thrusting himself down onto that cock and his fingers deeper. "Come on, Pitch..." Pitch's mouth opened and closed soundlessly before he threw his head back further as he came deep inside his lover. "Mmmm...there you go..." With another moan, Jack quickly worked on finishing his fresh erection. "I love you..."

"In my mouth, Jack. Finish in my mouth. I'm so thirsty."

Jack pulled off off of his fiancé, collapsing on the floor by the sink. His hand worked furiously on the engorged flesh as he stared breathlessly at the man in front of him. "Then come over here and get it."

Pitch rolled over to his lover. He took Jack's left leg and threw it over his shoulder, leaving him open to his eager mouth. He swatted his lover's hand away and took the flesh in his mouth, swallowing it. One arm cradled Jack's back as the other was employed in massaging the heavy sack.

The younger man moaned loudly, his hand burying in Pitch's hair. "Oh, God..."

Pitch pulled back, running his tongue up the shaft until he released the cock with a loud suck. He kissed the tip and ran the tip of his tongue over the slit, licking up the drops of pre-cum. He licked down the firm flesh to catch a ball in his mouth, sucking on one then the other as his hand worked Jack's cock.

"P-pitch! So...close!" Jack's grip tightened on his hair, his hips thrusting into the man's touches. He moved his head back to capture the weeping tip, sucking it hard, and drew the length into his mouth and down his throat. He moaned, sending vibrations into the sensitive skin. As soon as that feeling hit him, Jack lost it, spilling himself into his lover's warm mouth. "Pitch..." he gasped out.

His throat worked as he swallowed around the softening cock. He drank every last drop, savoring the taste. Pitch slowly moved his head back, releasing Jack. With his thumb, he wiped his lips. "One of the best french delicacies: Le Sperme de Jacques."

The younger man sat back with a breathless chuckle. "Will the French jokes never end...?"

Pitch leaned forward and cupped the back of Jack's neck, bringing him in close for a deep kiss. "Never, my love. As long as I'm fucking this fine French ass, the jokes will continue."

"I fail to see how being French makes my ass any finer than...let's say an Englishman's ass."

Pitch's eyes widened, and he looked back to glance at his ass. He laid a hand on it. "No, you're right. This Englishman's ass is definitely finer." Pitch turned back to quickly kiss Jack's nose. "Thank you for showing me the error of my ways, my love."

Jack looked at his lover's butt with a shrug. "Meh." He stood up, sauntering out of the bathroom. "Nobody said I was talking about your Englishman's ass."

Pitch leaned on his elbow, his chin resting on his right hand. He tapped his temple with his pointer figure. "Jack..." He said the younger man's name in a sing-song voice, hoping to get his attention.

"Piiitch..." Jack looked back over his shoulder, replying in a similar way. With his left hand, Pitch crooked a finger to Jack, a half-smile on his lips. Jack didn't move, standing with a hand on his naked hip and a grin on his lips. "Whatever you need to say, you can say it with me over here." Pitch shook his head, still crooking his finger at his lover. The younger man turned and went further into the room, knowing that if he went back he would undoubtedly be punished in some way or form for what he'd said.

"Jack..."

"Pitch..." Jack gave a nice long stretch and went over by the bed, wiping off Pitch's cum, which was now leaking down his leg, with the towel he'd left there for just that reason. He chuckled, glancing back at his lover. "Two can play at that game, you know."

Pitch had lowered his hand, but his eyes held an unmistakable fire. "Get. Over. Here. Now."

"And if I don't?"

"Try it...and see."

"Ok." Jack shrugged, pulling on a pair of basketball shorts and heading for the door with a grin. "I'm gonna grab a snack. Want something?" Pitch just glared at Jack, not moving from his stomach-down position on the floor. "I'll grab you something anyway. No need to be so upset just because I may or may not think some other British guy's ass is hotter than yours..." Jack went out to the kitchen, starting rifle through cabinets for something to eat.

Suddenly, Jack was shoved face-first against the fridge. He had his uninjured arm locked behind his back, a hot mouth at his ear. "I warned you, Jack. I really did."

"I don't recall being warned that I might have my face pressed into a fridge..."

"I gave you a chance to come to me, and you walked away. I gave you multiple chances, and you threw them away. I did warn you, my little sprite. Don't blame me that you didn't listen."

"All this because you're jealous, huh, Pitch?" Jack held back a mischievous grin.

Pitch pressed Jack further against the cool metal of the appliance. He rubbed his growing erection against Jack's clothed bottom. "Very, and understandably so."

"H-how so?"

"I almost lost you once to another man. Don't you dare make a joke of it. If you will find anyone's ass fine, it will be mine and only mine. I am a very possessive man, Jack. I do not share what I have claimed."

Jack's expression softened. "I...I'm sorry, Pitch. I never even kissed him, I swear. And I only know two British guys: you and your uncle. Hands down, of course I was talking about your ass. I'd rather puke than ever find anything attractive about that bastard."

Pitch tangled his fingers in the man's hair and tugged, pulling the head back to reveal a stretch of pale throat. "I mean it, Jack. I will tolerate much, but sharing is not one of those things. I don't care if what you say is truth. I. Will. Not. Tolerate. Sharing." Pitch punctuated each word with a sharp bite to Jack's neck.

The younger man was shaking by the end of his speech. "I'm sorry...I didn't realize..."

"No. No you didn't, did you? I get it. Everything's fun and games because I let you have your way. This will remain so, but I warn you, and hear me this time. Never joke about caring, fucking, or loving another man other than me. I will not stand for it. You are my lover, no one else's!"

"Y-yes..." Jack quickly spun around, throwing his arms around Pitch's shoulders and burying his face in his neck. "I'm sorry."

Pitch grabbed Jack's hair and pulled his head back, making sure those wide blue eyes could see him. "Swear to me, lover. I want to know that you hear and understand me."

"I swear to you on my love for you, the most important thing in the world to me," his eyes brimmed with tears, feeling awful for teasing him in such a terrible way, "that I will never joke or tease about wanting anyone else in any way shape or form. You are my one and only love."

Pitch's shoulders sagged, and he released Jack's head, dropping his own on Jack's shoulders. "Thank God..."

"Did you really doubt me so much?" Jack's arms were wrapped tight around the man's neck, holding him close.

"I...I don't know. Yes...and no."

"I love you, Pitch Black. And when we get married in ten and a half months, I will be yours for forever. I wouldn't give myself so completely to someone only to run off with somebody else. I'm not that kind of person."

"I-I know...wait." Pitch pulled his head back and lifted Jack's chin to face him. "W-what did you just say?"

"That I'm not a whore?" Jack cocked his head in confusion.

"What you said about...ten and a half months."

"You mean when we can finally get married?"

"We've...you're...you're willing to marry me then? But I thought...I thought you wanted to wait...I thought...years..."

Jack smiled. "No. Do you really think I could even wait that long? I only meant that we shouldn't have gone rushing off to a chapel right then and there. Like I told you then, I want a wedding ceremony that's as perfect and as wonderful as our love. But something like that takes time to plan out. And besides all of that, there's no way in hell I'm getting married when my hand is still fucked up. I would marry you sooner, but it'll be another ten or so months before it's healed. But as soon as I'm cleared, I'm free game, love. I'll go straight from the damn hospital to the chapel if I have to."

"Jack...say you love me."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you. I love you. I love you." Jack reached up to press a kiss to his love's nose with a smile. "Je t'aime."

"Oh, God." Pitch fell to his knees, holding Jack around the waist. He pressed his face to Jack's stomach, nuzzling the skin. "Don't ever stop saying it, my love. Repeat the words until my soul is filled with the sound. Spoil me, even a little, and I will love you a thousand times more."

Pale arms gently held the man close to him. "Guess what?"

"Hmmm?" Pitch didn't raise his head; he was too preoccupied with the soft skin over Jack's hipbone.

"I've already started coming up with my vows...would you like to hear what I have so far?" Jack stroked through those dark locks lovingly, not waiting for his reply. "I vow to help you, Pitch Black, learn to love life. To see the good things yet to come. And I vow to never let a single moment of a single day go by without reminding you how much I love you."

Pitch mumbled. "I, Pitch Black, vow to be always foolish, arrogant, and high-handed. I promise that you will always be allowed to joke and have fun. I promise that only you will share my bed, at least until the day we have an addition to our family. I promise that I will sometimes misunderstand and walk out that door, but I will never wander farther than the threshold. And I promise to love you, Jack Frost, until my very last breath."

Jack felt a tear escape down his cheek. "I love you..."

Pitch smiled against the pale skin. "Again..."

French translations for the chapter:

Le Sperme de Jacques - The semen of Jack

Je t'aime - I love you

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