Porn for you good folk. No discernible plot. It is what it is. ((Sorry if this chapter is really rough. Didn't have time to comb through it or polish it up like I usually do.))

Warning: I have read the books now and will probably incorporate a few book-verse characteristics now. Not a lot, but some things are just too awesome NOT to use.

Rated: M for sexual content and language and adult themes

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters (though I do own a copy of the books now yay (6 arm Bunnymund ftw) and make no money from this.

Unexpected Ingredient

Jack hissed and tensed as Bunnymund pulled him into his embrace. His arm stung as the pooka wasn't exactly being gentle with the raw area. But teeth were attacking his neck and the pain bled together into mingled pleasure as the hot tongue lapped over where teeth had previously bit. But then a claw raked over his wounded shoulder and he let out a painful whimper, and his mate halted.

Hot breath panted across his chin as Aster collected himself and rubbed the area around his new tattoo gently. "M'sorry love," he whispered into Jack's ear, "Wish it didn't hurt you as bad…" And to emphasize his remorse, a rough tongue dragged lazily across his jaw and up to his ear lobe.

The teasing flicks to his ear made Jack's voice breathless as he clung to the firm body on which he sat. "Hope you're not that rough to your…Easter eggs…" he joked, and groaned when the slick appendage snaked into his ear and dragged itself back out again, wet nose pressed into his hair.

"Ma brushes are a bit softer than ma needle, love…" Aster whispered into his damp ear, running a paw across his exposed chest as the other arm held him firmly against his warm, furry body. "Would ya like ta see what ah mean?"

A claw was circling his nipple, so Jack wasn't exactly aware of what he was nodding his agreement to, all he knew was that his husband was teasing him and it felt good and he would agree to whatever the pooka wanted. He ran his hands along the slim waist of his mate and curled an arm around him, locking the rabbit to him as well. The contact of his shoulder under Bunnymund's arm made him wince, but he didn't let go of his grip as he lazily ran his other palm across the furry hip and over his husband's leg to rub circles along the inside of his thigh. The fur was beginning to twist and circle before he dragged his hand away and up toward his abdomen again, following the heat increase as he inched closer to the destination he was truly aiming for. His wrist was snatched up just as he was about to make the contact he desired.

"Nah, mate. Ah can't focus when yer hands are roamin'," Aster tutted, grinning into Jack's cheek. The rabbit paused at his own words, and the grin increased. "Ah know just what we need…" he purred and very gently disengaged the boy's arm from around him, careful not to brush his new ink too roughly. Once the arm was free it was easy work to pick his husband up and carry him back inside the burrow, where he took them both straight to their long-neglected quarters and deposited Jack heavily into their nest. "Ah'll be right back, love. Sit tight," he said before disappearing back around the entrance again.

If Jack wasn't so sure fun times were in the immediate future his curiosity would have gotten the better of him and he would have followed his husband. As he was, he was content to wait for the pooka's return. And he wasn't disappointed. Only a moment ticked by before Bunnymund returned, toting a wedding box and a couple of his paint brushes; one with a large, flat brush and another that was barely made of more than a few strands.

"Are you gonna make me pretty?" Jack joked, a goofy grin doing little to hide his excitement as he leaned casually back against the edge of the nest, arms resting behind his head in his ease. He didn't bother hide how tight his pants were becoming. He had a feeling they were coming off momentarily.

"Y'already pretty, mate," Aster quipped back as he dug around in the box and seemed to find what he was looking for because his ears twitched and he set the opened package down on the side of the bed before righting himself to his full height once more. He never let go of his brushes as he dragged something out and walked around the side of their nest.

"Pretty, huh?" Jack asked mockingly, "Not hot or sexy or handsome, but pretty?" His grin widened as he used his husband's words from the night before, and he let his eyes drop away from the pooka as he left his field of vision. "My mate and my husband thinks I'm…"

ClickClick

"Son of a…"

"Now Jackie, ah would neva call you that," Bunnymund interrupted teasingly as he sauntered back around to grin deviously at Jack. Stepping over the box still perched on the edge of their nest, the bunny slid onto the bedding and sidled up to straddle his husband's hips. "Maybe a wanker or a show pony or even a li'l shit, but not that," he continued playfully as he watched the sprite test the bonds that held him.

Jack strained his arms and jiggled the cold metal against his wrists and craned his neck around to see what his arms were tethered to, but his mate's weight was keeping him firmly anchored to the spot, and he couldn't turn enough to get a good look. All he knew was that he was now attached to their nest and his limbs were behind him in such a way that greatly hindered his own mobility. "So this is the game we're gonna play?" he taunted, not sure what his husband had in store for him.

Aster's eyes gleamed with the sunshine coming in from their high window, making their quarters warm and bright and homey looking and nothing like the kind of place one might think to find a boy tied up by a rabbit. "Yes," he replied smoothly, unperturbed by his mate's struggles. He simply sat on his hips and ran a pad across the large bristles of his paintbrushes and waited for the sprite to settle down.

Jack knew that Aster's patience far surpassed his own, so instead of struggling more or teasing or starting any sarcastic banter, he fell quiet and calm and laid pliantly under the heavy weight. "What if my arm starts to burn?" he finally asked when a silent beat of stillness ticked by. His heart performed happy flips when his Bunny leaned forward and brushed his lips against his own, then nuzzled the side of his face affectionately.

"It won't love. It's probably close to fully healed by now," the pooka informed him before pulling away and tucking his arms under Jack's torso, lifting him and pulling him down the nest with him a little ways until the sprite's bound arms were nearly stretched completely over his head and he was lying flat against the comfortable blankets. Once settled, Aster ran his paws along Jack's sides and shoulders and up his arms, testing and assessing the strong muscles underneath. While he didn't want Jack to have too much freedom of movement, he also didn't want him hurting. "And now," he breathed into the boy's ear once satisfied with his comfort, "ah'm gonna paint you."

Jack snorted. "You're gonna paint me?" he asked incredulously, "like a house?"

"Is that what you want, love?" the pooka asked, settling back on his haunches again, Jack's hips still firmly underneath of him. He licked the tip of the largest paintbrush and rubbed the soft bristles against his nose, testing the brush as he waited for a reply. "To look like a house?"

"No," Jack responded immediately, but failed to come up with an alternative. What would he want his Bunny to paint on him? His eyes followed the lazy path the large brush made across Bunnymund's chin as the pooka gazed down at him, waiting for a request, his green eyes shining in admiration of what he saw. "Paint us," tumbled from his lips, and he flushed as Aster cocked his head in confusion, "something that makes you think of us," he clarified.

Bunnymund nodded silently and much to Jack's surprise, rolled off of his hips to sit between his legs in the blankets. Surprise turned to arousal when a paw unbuckled his belt and loosened the waist of his pants, and his heart did crazy flips when the handle of the paintbrush was pressed between his lips and left there so that Aster could slide his pants off his hips and down his legs, pulling the fabric free of his body and tossing them unceremoniously into the floor.

He had to pant for breath when the brush was taken from his mouth again and his Bunny took up his position once more on his hips. Only now he was naked and the fur brushed his sensitive skin and pressed against his erection and every little movement and adjustment made his eyes roll back in his head. He gasped when the brush stroked wetly under his jaw and down his neck. It had been clean a moment ago.

"Ah'm gonna start 'ere and work ma way down, love," Bunnymund whispered, deftly pulling the brush along Jack's flesh in long, smooth lines that left a cool dampness in its wake. "Ah'm gonna color yer skin with ma paint and then ah'm gonna lick you and bite you and suck on you until you're clean again."

The brush ran a long trail down from his jugular, tracing the center of his chest and down his abdomen, until it stopped at the boundary of his groin and he groaned, his eyes on the brush and Aster's paw as he traced the tool back up its path. The paint it left behind was a pale blue, almost a washed out robin's egg and it laid on his skin thickly. His mind conjured images of a hot tongue lapping at the material and his heart sped up once more. It was becoming painfully obvious that Aster was ignoring some specific locations. "That as far down as you're gonna paint?" he asked breathlessly.

A smirk spread across Bunnymund's intense features and he stopped tracing the circle around one light pink nipple. His eyes flicked up to meet the shining blue ones of his husband. "Ah don't need paint to put ma mouth there, but…" He languidly slid back down Jack's body until he sat between his legs once more and rubbed a paw along the insides of his husband's thighs, kneading the skin firmly as he waited for the boy to relax.

Jack felt helpless and completely open and turned on in his position. He was bound and his husband was planted between his legs, spreading them wide, and touching him and so close to so many things, and his straining length lay untouched between them and he didn't know where that brush might touch his hyper-sensitive skin first. He cried out when it was the paw that touched him first, running a claw from its location on his thigh and up between them until it tickled between his legs.

"Ah 'spose…" Aster purred, bringing the brush forward now as his free paw cupped Jack's balls, gently lifting them, "that ah should be careful not to paint too much." The wet end of the paintbrush found flesh and Jack gasped as it swirled and stroked before running up towards the front of his body once again. Bunnymund carefully released his grip to let his brush paint Jack's skin thoroughly. "Otherwise, it might take a long time to get all this off…" He punctuated 'long' with a slow drag of the brush up Jack's length, and purred at the whimpers his mate let slip.

Jack was so hard he was leaking and the paint drying between his legs was tickling and itching and teasing him and his arms ached in tension. He couldn't reach down and touch himself or his Bunny. He could only lay there and take this slow torture and he was dying. "'Nuf painting, Bunny," he whined, grinding his hips uselessly against air, "take it off now."

"Haven't added ma own color yet, love," Aster denied, and finally put the thick brush aside in the blankets before groping and finding the fine one to replace it. He tested the tiny bristles in the same way as he did the larger brush, and his nose twitched when the fine strands tickled it. He still crouched between Jack's legs and his own erection was protruding from his fur insistently. The dark pink flesh of it shone as he finished testing his brush and looked up at his mate, and noticed Jack staring at it. "Like what ya see, Jackie?" he quipped playfully.

Jack ducked his eyes and flushed foolishly. "Wish I could do more than see it," he muttered bashfully, and let his flush darken at his husbands purring approval.

"Alright, mate," Bunnymund growled with a smirk, and crawled up Jack's body until his erection hovered heavily over the sprite's face. Planting his paintbrush-full paw against the side of the nest, he used his other to grasp into Jack's hair and pull the boy's head up toward his hard length. "Do more than look, love," he commanded, and let the head rest against pale lips. He groaned when Jack took as much of him as he could into his mouth and began to suck.

Jack was dizzy with his own arousal as his head was guided to help him suck his Bunny's cock, the firm grip in his hair forcing him to keep a steady rhythm. Above him, Aster moaned. "Oh Jack, that feels s'good, mate…mmmnng…yeah…use that tongue, love…" And Jack used his tongue to rub the length in his mouth while he sucked and his own needy noises hummed around the flesh because he was so hard he ached and his Bunny was unraveling above him and he was trapped.

Even with the pooka's increasing noise, he wasn't ready when the hot cum came rocketing into his mouth and down his throat, and he sputtered and choked as it filled his mouth. He flushed as Bunnymund finally pulled out of his mouth and resumed his previous position between his spread legs; he could feel the hot seed lingering that had dripped down his chin and jaw when he had coughed. He fidgeted as much as he could under his Bunny's scrutinizing eyes.

"What a beaute…" the pooka murmured almost to himself before leaning down once more and cleaning Jack's chin with his tongue. A couple rough laps got the substance, and Aster finished his chore with a kiss pressed to his mate's swollen lips. "Ah love you," he whispered sincerely, then backed up again and took the paintbrush in his paw once more.

Jack stilled in disbelief when his Bunny carefully began tracing fine, tickling patterns over the thick lines he had already painted. "Aster," he warned. He still couldn't move and the taste of his mate's cum still permeated his senses as the rabbit tickled his skin. His cock ached with need and the dry paint only reminded him that his Bunny still had promises yet to fulfill.

Any further threats were undermined when he gasped and shuddered as the tip of the brush painted intricate patterns over the nipple that had been abandoned earlier, and his words became groans and whimpers as it stroked his sensitive nub. "As…ter…" he begged now, and whimpered when the purring rumbled down into his crotch as the brush worked lower down his abdomen. He gasped and jerked when the tiny brush head unexpectedly jumped lower and began tracing green leaves over the head of his erection. "Oh moon, Bunny…" he groaned, head falling back as he felt the paint and precum mixing together as the brush wove through it all.

And suddenly it was gone.

Jack peeked back down in time to feel the thin length of the brush handle enter him, and he cried out at the unexpected breach. It didn't hurt at all, even feeling the several inches push continuously in, and the feel of the smooth, polished wood gliding against his body was completely new. He gasped as the delicate pole began to pull back out again and brushed against his insides perfectly.

Aster was pressing heavily down on him now, feeling his heartbeat and labored breathing and listening to the noises and working his arm carefully as he gingerly penetrated his mate. "Ah swear Jackie, ah really did wanna paint you proper…" he groaned, leaning up to bite the pale collarbone his head rested upon. His fur was splotched with the paint that hadn't quite dried before he'd smeared it between them. "…Guess ah'll just hafta remove it an' start again…"

He didn't stop his gentle ministrations with the brush, but lifted himself up on his arm to peer down at his bound mate. The sprite's face was flushed and his swollen lips were parted as he panted and his foggy eyes were following the rhythm of his slowly pumping wrist, abs tense and legs pressing into the bedding for leverage. The potential discomfort from the newly imprinted tattoo was a distant memory.

Starting at Jack's jawline, Bunnymund lapped his tongue across the dry paint before raking his teeth back over the area to reclaim the rest of the substance, and he purred at the mingled taste of his magic and Jack's salt and the pounding vessel in his neck. Once gone, he moved lower to his throat and planted his mouth over the next painted section of skin. And he sucked at the area, pulling a moan from his tortured lover as he left a deep welt from his work.

"Aster please…you're killing me, Bunny…" Jack begged, testing his bounds for the first time since he'd been laid out. They wouldn't budge. He strained his arms and whined pleadingly as he felt the hot mouth scrape and lick and nuzzle down his throat and the center of his chest. The thin handle of the brush wasn't stopping and it was so fine that the penetration was little more than a tease, even when it scraped across his prostate just right. He wanted to be filled and the tool was just toying with him. His length was so hard his own liquids felt alien and his husband's mouth just kept sucking at his skin until the paint was gone from his torso.

Panting, Bunnymund finally lifted his face away from the sprite's skin. The clean canvas was now littered with bruises and hickies and teeth marks, and Jack was moaning and bucking into his paw. "Want somethin' a little more…substantial, mate?" he growled lowly at his writhing husband.

"Yes Bunny, please," Jack whimpered back raggedly, biceps flexing above his head and eyes screwing shut, trying to take in every motion of the handle.

Aster did not concede immediately. He kept the paintbrush firmly in his grasp as he crawled back down Jack's body once again until his face hovered over his lover's crotch; he kept the motion of the brush slow and steady. Lifting one of the boy's legs over his shoulder, he finally stopped the motion of the brush and pulled gently out of the tight entrance for good, dropping the brush back into the blankets to joint its mate.

And then he started where the paint ended, just above his mate's entrance, and flicked his tongue across the painted skin between Jack's legs, purring at the mingled scent and taste. He dragged and swirled his tongue feverishly around the painted area as the sprite gasped and tightened his legs around his head, pressing his ears uncomfortably against his skull.

Just as he was beginning to think Jack would suffocate him, the area was clean, and he was able to drag his face further up, sucking his mate's testicles into his mouth now, careful not to accidently nip or squeeze too much. The legs stilled around him tensely, but his mate still groaned and panted as he let his tongue minister gently against soft skin. He purred experimentally and was rewarded with a shocked gasp and a squeak.

The only paint left on Jack's body covered his erection, and Bunnymund carefully dragged his tongue around the base of it, nuzzling into the hair surrounding his mate's groin and breathing in their mingled scents. When he stopped and sat back up, he was met by loud protests from his lover. "Please, Bunny…I'm so close…I need to cum, Aster…"

The pooka almost felt bad for what he was about to do. Almost.

"Ah know yer close, love," he cooed, dragging himself away from his mate for a moment to reach into the box, "And ah promise ah'll choke on yer lovely donger in a jiff, but we can't end things too fast, yeah?"

Confusion and alarm danced across Jack's face as he craned his neck to see what his Bunny was planning. Looped through a couple of digits was the cock ring. "…Aster. What's that for?" he demanded, eying the glint in the pooka's eyes as the thing was detached from the pooka's paw and budged down his own length to the clean base of his erection. The tightness was nearly stifling as he struggled to adjust to the restraining grip of it.

"It'll keep ya ready ta go, love," Bunnymund explained unhelpfully, and before Jack could demand more, he brought his head back down and swallowed Jack whole.

Jack yelled breathlessly at the sudden heat encasing him, and knew immediately what the ring was doing, because he would have lost it completely if not for the tight grip surrounding his cock. He tried to topple again as the head of his length bumped the back of his Bunny's throat a couple of times as he was sucked firmly, the muscles in the pooka's mouth squeezing around him. "Fuck, this isn't fair, Bunny," he wailed pleadingly, arms now tiredly limp against the nest above his head.

A long, rough slurp found Jack's erection popped from his husband's mouth and intense green eyes burned into his tortured ones. "Not feel good, love?" he panted, nearly snarling. Long ears twitched and in a second, Bunnymund was pressed into him, teeth pressing into his chin, arms taking his weight on both sides and hard, hot length brushing his hip. "Don't you want yer buck's cock?"

A sweet, earthy odor permeated his Bunny's breath and Jack was struck by realization. "Bunny, is there chocolate in your paint?" he asked insistently, heart rate increasing. He was cuffed to their nest and trapped and naked underneath his aroused husband, who may or may not be drunk and dangerous.

"Just a hint fer taste, love," the pooka assured with a growl, pressing himself more insistently against his mate.

Jack could feel a definite difference now, his Bunny's erection was larger and the muscles pressed against him were bunched into much thicker masses. But Bunnymund wasn't overtly altered, so the sprite tried to calm himself and go with the game. He would punish his Bunny later when he was free. "Don't hurt me, Bunny," he whispered as demurely as he could into a long, twitching ear. Given the chance, he had a feeling the pooka would have no qualms plowing right into him, and the reedy brush handle was not enough preparation for what he felt against his body.

Aster groaned against his neck and began to grind needily into him. "Wouldn't hurt ma mate…" he slurred, pressing the head of his enlarged member against Jack's entrance and earning a nervous gasp from the boy. The soft noise brought him around for a moment and he halted his actions, shifting slightly to reach for the box once again. From it he pulled the bottle, tipping the box's contents into their covers, and one of the several toys, slicking up the hard plastic length.

Jack was surprised when the toy wasn't pressed into him, but rubbed against his neglected erection, and he choked on his startled gasp when the furry paw twisted the item and it began to hum, tickling him. He cried out when the vibration was stroked over the head of his cock and swirled around for a moment, the ring halting his climax tightening almost painfully. "Bunny," he choked.

Hot, sweet breath puffed across his throat. "You want yer buck's cock?" the pooka whispered back.

"Yes."

"Who'm ah?"

"You're my buck, Bunny."

"An' what do ya want?"

"I want your cock…"

Above him, Aster shivered at his hesitant words. He hoped he wasn't making things worse. He hoped the pooka wouldn't forget to prepare him, but the vibration was still pressed against his leaking head and that hard member was pressed between his legs and teeth were at his throat, purring and praising. "Such a good little mate. Ma perfect Jack…"

And Jack lost his breath as the hum was finally pulled away from his erection and pressed roughly against his entrance before unceremoniously pressed inside of him, and he cried out for what felt like the hundredth time in ten minutes and the painful and sudden breach. But the vibration loosened him up much faster than normal, and when it brushed against his nerves he choked on his Bunny's name until the cool toy was replaced with a huge, hot, slick appendage. And it pressed slowly, but insistently inside of him.

And Jack screamed.

His voice didn't stop until the massive thing was completely inside of him and his throat was raw with the hurt. Tears were streaking down his face and his mate was cooing and purring into his cheek soothingly. He refused to consider exactly how much was inside of him because it brought cold washes of fear to think of, so he listened to Bunnymund's voice and let the tears come unhindered and felt relief when the cock ring was gently slipped back off of him. His arms were numb now and he felt helpless against any madness his Bunny might insist upon.

A surprisingly gentle paw began to stroke his erection and roll his balls as he adjusted to everything, and he found himself moaning through the pain and actually thrusting into the body that filled him. "Tha's ma strong mate, ma powerful Jackie…" the pooka growled as a hesitant motion began in Jack's awkward movements.

But Aster couldn't keep the slow rhythm for too long. Before a few thrusts had been completed without hissing and painful groaning he was picking up speed and pushing in faster and harder and he moaned and growled as the whimpers and groans turned into praise and begging. He pressed in and brushed his mate's sweet spot with every jerk and took the boy's length in his paw and pumped it quickly, running touches and sharp claws over the leaking slit as he jerked him off and pounded into the slim body below him.

"Jack…Ah'm gonna…" he warned raggedly, and gasped when his words ignited, not his own, but Jack's release, and the sticky white liquid spurted out between their bodies, coating both his and Jack's chests; and he finished a few more jerking thrusts and followed behind his mate in a final slamming press against the tight ass.

The orgasm released the last of the magic from the chocolate, and Bunnymund felt himself relax completely as his muscles and body returned to normal, and his softening member gently pulled out of his mate's body, and they laid together in a panting, messy heap. The jangle of metal jarred him back to his senses, and he quickly slid from the nest and unlatched the cuffs, taking two pale wrists in his paws and rubbing them gently as he walked the limp arms back down their owner's body.

Jack winced as feeling came back into his arms, nearly overpowering the ache in his lower body from the rough treatment he'd just endured. The tingling became burning became the ticklish feeling that made him want to writhe in agony, and he voiced his low opinion of his condition to his husband. "Next time you wanna try chocolate, you're the one getting cuffed, mate," he complained as Bunnymund rubbed his shoulders and nuzzled his ear affectionately, none the worse for wear.

"Next time ah try chocolate, love," he purred quietly into his disgruntled mate's ear, "you'll be fillin' me fulla kits…"

Jack froze, feeling the hot rush of fresh desire trying to invade him. He could barely move, much less go another round of what they had just done, but damn, with his Bunny whispering stuff like that… "That's how you're gonna change?" he asked instead, trying to latch onto the important details. "Is it safe?"

His shoulders didn't ache so much now and the tattoo lines were fine and strong arms pulled him up from under his arms to be cradled in a furry chest. "It'll help initially, love. Ah won't be prepared to work that kinda magic when ah'm in heat, so the chocolate ah'm makin'll kick start it an' ah'll be able ta keep ma form after tha'. Ma body won't endanger our babies by tryin' ta change back 'til after they're born. If our first season doesn't work then we'll know 'cause ah'll change back ta normal."

Jack ignored the possibility of failure. "How many will you have?" he asked instead.

Bunnymund huffed a laugh into his hair. "Dunno Jackie. One ta four…maybe. Not a lot different from humans like that actually. Four's rare…and dangerous."

A new fear washed over Jack. The first fear that made him question their decision. He didn't want his husband to be in danger. He wanted babies so bad he could practically see them already, but he wasn't willing to give up his Bunny for them. Aster was his mate, his husband. Aster was his partner, his comrade. Aster was his best friend. He couldn't do without the being that now cradled him. And the pooka seemed to sense his fear because his grip tightened and his purrs increased and he nuzzled is face lovingly.

"There's risk in all new life, love," Bunnymund whispered soothingly, "but it'll be worth it, ah promise. Not somethin' ta worry yer pretty little head about."

"…Wish I could be the one to have the babies…" Jack grumped unhappily, "Don't want you in danger 'cause of me…"

"Yeah, alright, and how do you wanna go about that, Jackie?" Aster chided jokingly, "And ah believe it'll be because of us, love. Also it's no more dangerous than any other being having lil' ankle biters…Now, ya ready to finish yer ink before the sun goes down?"

Jack groaned and covered his face dramatically with an elbow. His honeymoon didn't seem to be going like any of the ones he'd ever heard or read about.

Author's Note: Yes, Bunnymund is definitely going to carry the babies. I know Jack would be an adorable mommy, but I just can't wrap my mind around a believable way to impregnate him when Aster is so ripe with potential. And come on, guys, who doesn't just want to die of the feels of Jack being the doting, overbearing husband and father?

Oh and this chapter…just kind of happened.

So do we want a baby making chapter now?

(Love you.)