Warning! this story contains: violence, abusive behaviour, swearing, gay sexual behaviour : consensual and non consensual, and some ice...bondage..?

My Jack would not hate Easter... :
Part 4: Numb :

When they appeared back in their underground home, Jack and Pitch just sat there against a wall for a while without another word, holding on to each other as Jack began to doze off.
Pitch continued to stoke his fingers through the white tangled locks; he didn't know what else to do. He felt so... numb.
His skin no longer felt burned, and the bruises from Jack's punches felt like they were starting to heal up, thankfully. He was lucky he hadn't received any further damage, because his body might not be able to heal so fast if what had happened had dragged out any further. His body was strong, but still incapable of keeping up at a higher than human pace after a certain amount of damage. But even though his rather fast heeling process was kicking in, he barely felt any better... And at the same time he just felt so confusingly numb.
He stared at nothing as he listened to Jack's cool breathing against his neck. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his brow furrowed. He didn't understand what was happening to himself anymore, let alone Jack. He'd felt so oddly numb a second ago and now he felt so, so... He wasn't sure, what was this feeling? He gasped when he felt something wet roll down his cheek. Quickly wiping it away he buried face in Jack's hair, eyes scrunched shut as he held the sleeping boy close.

"Oh Jack, what's happening to us..?" he whispered far to shakily.

An hour or so went by; at some point Pitch falling in to a light sleep, though it barely lasted half an hour, and then not to long after, Jack stirred, lifting his head to rub at his tired eyes.

"mmn... oh, hey Pitch..." Pitch blinked a couple of times before turning his gaze to the boy still held in his arms, somehow unable to look him directly in the eyes.

"... Hello my dear." Jack's hand came up to stroke the side of Pitch's healing face, and the man closed his eyes and sighed in response. Jack smiled and began to kiss his neck, starting with gentle pecks that became open mouthed kisses and laps of his tongue from the crook of his neck to the base of his ear.
"nn... Jack, stop."

"Why? I'm making you feel good aren't I..?" Jack smirked against his ear.

"...Yes, but... I don't want to do this right now. Just, not right now..."

"What, because of what happened with those stupid Guardians?" Jack ran his hand down from Pitch's face, ignoring the now dry blood as it smudged slightly under his fingers. That cold hand went along his chest and to his crotch, and began rubbing him gently through the black material separating their skin. Pitch gasped at the touch, but quickly pushed his hand away.
"Aww... Come on~ Let me help you forget, hmm?" Jack then bit down on his earlobe and ran his teeth gently over the soft flesh. Pitch bit his lip trying to hold back any other unwanted sounds that might egg the boy on to continue.

"Stop it, Jack... I'm not in the mood for this." Pitch shoved Jack off of his lap as gently as he could, before standing and taking a few steps forward, his back to the overly horny boy.
"After everything that just happened, we should just get some proper sleep, okay?"

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"Are you deaf?"

"..." With a stern but worried face, Pitch turned to look at Jack.
"Jack, please, I don't want another fight. Now come with me, let's just go to bed. I'm too tired." Trying his best to keep his calm, he turned back around and began to head for a tunnel that would take him to their bed chamber; but when he was right in front of the entrance a pale hand grabbed his shoulder and he stopped.

"It's not fair." Pitch turned slowly.

"What isn't..?"

"I'm in the mood. I want to have sex with you, now. It's not fair."

"...Yes well, I'm not... We'll do it later. Right now I'm tired and I only want one thing and that is to lie in my bed and sleep. I'm sorry Jack, but after all that has happened now is just not the time."

"Yes, it is." Jack's hand left Pitch's shoulder and slid down his arm to his wrist.
"Now is the perfect time."

"No, it's not. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed. Join me if you want, but don't bother me with this any more tonight." Pitch snapped before he was about to turn around once again, but a sharp pain suddenly shot through his arm from his right wrist, making him gasp in surprise. Quickly looking down at Jack's hand he saw ice beneath it, tightly encircling his wrist.
"...Jack... What are you..." When he looked up at Jack's face, he was lost for words as an unusual stare was aimed at him, and those eyes that he couldn't get himself to look into until now just didn't seem right.

"It's. Not. Fair." Pitch's eyes widened and he was suddenly slammed in to a wall for the second time that day, ice finding it's way around his other wrist and his ankles, shackling him to the stone. Jack slowly walked over to him and Pitch saw what was wrong with his eyes as what little light was in the lair flickered, nearly glowed, in them.

"W-why is there... Jack, there's, your eyes are changing colour..!" Jack stopped inches in front of him and lifted his arm. Bringing down his hand, the ice that held Pitch's wrists in place moved and lowered the bound man's face to Jack's level, Pitch's torso leaning forward slightly off of the wall. They were now eye to eye, where Pitch could stare closely at the lack of blue in Jack's eyes and the new silver with black speckled outlines that replaced it. Jack didn't answer, but instead reached his hand to his face, stroking his cheek.
"...Jack? Please, answer me..! Ja-"

"You have pretty eyes... But I don't want to see them right now." His hand slid from Pitch's confused, nearly scared face, and swooped sideways. The ice that held Pitch in place broke from the wall and made him spin to face it, the ice reattaching itself once again as Pitch made a noise of surprise, his face pressing in to the ruff stone.

"Jack, stop this! Let me go!" Black sand began to rise up and surround them, but cold fingers suddenly forced their way between dark lips and in to Pitch's mouth. The Boogieman became motionless, eyes wide as he felt ice fill his mouth, shutting it tight and acting like a freezing gag to his words; only pained muffled sounds being let through as his body shook and squirmed. His nightmare sand quickly swooped around the ice to try and free himself when panic suddenly began to set in, but stopped still at Jack's next actions.

"I wouldn't do that If I were you..." The ice spilled over the outer-side of his mouth, following Jack's fingers as he dragged them out, covering his lips, the pain burning inside and out. The sand hovered about them, hesitantly.
"Put it away and don't try that again. You know that stopping your damn voice isn't the only thing I can do... Don't move, or I'll make that go down in to your lungs." The black sand slowly disappeared, and Pitch, cheek pressed hard against the wall, tried to turn his horrified eyes to see over his own trembling shoulder at his supposed lover. He could just about see Jack's face behind him. But it only took one glance at the madness in the boy's eyes to know what he was about to do, and Pitch closed his own eyes, not wanting to see his lover with that look anymore.
That was not his Jack. He wanted him so badly, wished he would wake up, but he knew that would only happen when this version of him had gotten what he wanted, if then.
He felt cold hands on his neck as they smoothed across his skin and beneath his robe, before grabbing the edges and ripping it off. The remaining threads of fabric were quickly ripped away as well, before freezing hands rested on trembling grey ribs.
"I guess you forgot what you said... what you did. But I'll remind you, okay?" His hands stroked up and down Pitch's ribcage, a little to gently, and a shiver ran up the bound man's spine.
"A little while back, you wanted to fuck me. But I wasn't in the mood..." Jack suddenly dug his nails in, earning a jolt and muffled gasp as he clawed harshly down Pitch's sides.
"I told you I didn't want it, that I really wasn't in the mood, but you wouldn't listen. You got angry..." Pitch opened his eyes again to try and see in to Jack's, wanting to show he was sorry with his expression, knowing exactly what he was talking about. He thought he had made up for it, that all the apologising and babying had Jack forgive him. That Jack knew he loved him so very much, and had only done what he had done back then because he was still broken from being so very alone and he didn't know how to treat someone he cared so deeply for. He had thought they were past it. But obviously not...
"You slammed me in to the floor, shouting at me. Saying that I belong to you, and that I was not allowed to reject you and that I should do as I was told. You said I needed to be punished for my... disobedience." Pitch hated himself for what he had done. He thought that that time had been forgiven at least in some way. It had seemed like it had... but obviously Jack still held a strong grudge.
But Pitch understood. After all, why shouldn't Jack feel that way?
"So, I think... You could do with being punished too, don't you agree? Pitch tried his best to see him over his shoulder. He didn't know why, but now he wanted to see. Needed to see the face that went with that obscurely calm sounding voice; but couldn't. Jack had lent his forehead against his back. The nails began to claw up over his stomach and back down his chest, leaving dark marks that, in places, threatened to bleed. Pitch tried to hold back the throaty pained sounds he could feel surfacing but some slipped out anyway and Jack giggled. The sound that usually brought Pitch joy had him cringing. The pale hands continued south and slid between shivering grey skin and black fabric. Jack stroked him, sending some form of pleasure through Pitch; though it was outweighed by the pain from Jack's ice, the scratches and the fear that crept closer and closer. Jack stopped suddenly and pulled down his black pants in one go, leaving them around the man's shackled ankles. He slapped Pitch's ass hard enough to bruise as he laughed, before groping it harshly, leaving more dark scratch marks on him. Pitch's breathing became heavier and he shut his eyes tightly, waiting for it to end as the inevitable was obvious and unstoppable. He whimpered as he felt sudden pain run through his ass and lower back, and Jack bit down hard on his neck as his fingers moved unkindly, dry and quick. Pulling them out, he positioned himself and whispered-
"You, are mine." before laughing to himself once more. And for the first time, Jack forced his way in to Pitch as he thrust forward...
Their breathing picked up in pace and so did Jack as he ignored the muffled sounds of pain that his lover could no longer hold back. Jack's hand went over Pitch's mouth and he felt the ice disappear, letting his voice be heard, making a smirk grow on Jack's face.

"J-Jack..! Ja-ack! ...Jack..!" Pitch continued shouting out his name with a broken voice between the gasps and whimpers. He could feel everything and nothing. The scraping stone on his cheek, collarbone and arms as he was repeatedly forced in to the wall; the ice as it burned at his skin, so cold that it harmed even him; the harsh biting; Jack's cold hands digging their sharp icy nails in to his hips and the frost that they spewed out on to his skin; and the burning tearing feeling of Jack inside of him. He felt it all and non of it at once as his mind became blurry and he began to zone out. Blood began to drip to the floor and, for the second time in less than a couple of hours, a rare tear began to fall across Pitch's cheek.
He couldn't remember the last time he had cried before that day...
When Jack had eventually finished, holding still inside of Pitch for a small moment as his body calmed, he whispered to him once more.

"Calling out my name? I guess it felt good then, being bound and raped by me; masochist slut." He laughed and pulled out before letting his bonds give way. Unable to hold himself up, Pitch slid to the floor, half conscious but still managing to force his now hoarse voice to work once more.

"I... wasn't calling your name... You aren't Jack. ...You are not him... I was c-calling for him because I want him back... My Jack... give him back..!" Jack's dark silver eyes widened as he stared down at the naked and battered man on the floor. He growled and grabbed Pitch's hair, harshly pulling him by it to sit him up against the wall.

"We're not finished." He grabbed Pitch's jaw tightly to make him look up, and before Pitch could say or do anything, forced his way in to the man's mouth.
"And don't you dare use your teeth..!" Pitch choked and sputtered and weakly attempted to push Jack away, but his efforts were in vain and Jack moved harshly, making him gag. How was this happening... Jack's refractory time had never been this short. He screwed his eyes closed once again, and a painful minute of barely being able to breath, as he wondered how this was possible for so many reasons, passed by slowly before Jack came. Pitch's eyes widened as he looked up at Jack's angered face as the boy suddenly shoved his member as far down Pitch's throat as it could go when cold liquid began to fill it. He struggled to breath and choked on it. Jack pulled out and quickly put his hand over his partner's damaged mouth.
"Swallow. Don't you dare throw that up." Pitch did as he was told, only just managing to breath and to not be sick. Jack moved his hand and pressed his finger and thumb in to Pitch's cheeks so that he'd open his mouth again; seeing he'd indeed swallowed it all, he pushed him back to the floor and began to walk away, stopping once to look over his shoulder at the man who was still coughing as he tried to catch his breath.
"... I'm going to bed..." He continued through the tunnel that Pitch was going to take before this all happened, and Pitch curled in on himself; and again, he cried; sobbed like a child.
He lay there for hours, continuously passing out and waking up from the pain. He told himself this was his fault, that he deserved it.
And in that time, Jack didn't go to bed, but paced about in their room, punching the walls and breaking things. When he did eventually get in bed, he took what felt like an eternity to get to sleep. And hours later, when he woke up on his own in the large bed that felt so much bigger than usual, he remembered everything he had done, and his blue eyes widened. Horrified at himself he covered his mouth feeling sick as tears streamed down his face, jumping out of bed and nearly screaming as he ran.
And he found Pitch still laying there, naked and curled up in to a tight shaking ball, on his own on the floor in a small puddle of his own blood, sweat and tears.
And he cried out his name; but there was no answer.

When Jack had woken up, at first he didn't believe his memory; at first thinking it had been some twisted bad dream.
It was only when he found Pitch on the floor and held him in his arms, that he truly came to terms with it all and realised what he had done.
He was scared. Scared for Pitch and scared for what he had become. He remembered doing it but... at the same time it didn't feel like it was him who did this. He would never do this! Not to anyone; especially the man he loved.
And yet, here he was. Trying his best not to harm his lover further as he cleaned him up as best he could and laid him in their bed.
Jack cried as he stroked the man's sweat soaked hair from his face, leaning down to kiss his forehead as he apologized again and again.

Once Bunnymund had successfully launched Easter and made sure that all the eggs were safely in there designated areas, he returned straight back to North's Workshop.
He would usually take more time and deliver some eggs by his own paw, letting some of the children get a glance at him and in turn him seeing their eyes light up. But there were currently more pressing, dangerous, matters to attend to.
Once he and the other Guardians had gathered at the Workshop once again, now that they didn't have to worry about whether or not Bunny would be having a successful Easter, and now that what had happened before had sunk in and been thought over, they agreed that they couldn't just let everything fester. They needed to go to the Boogieman's lair.
They didn't want to have made an enemy out of Jack. Maybe they should be fearing their original enemy more; they had felt that way before. The fact that Pitch had so easily gotten in to all of the Guardians homes out of the blue had scared them; not to mention the bruise on Jack's cheek. But, with what they witnessed only hours ago, They were now more fearful of what Jack was becoming. They never thought they would see him turn on Pitch in that way... They also never thought Pitch would just let himself get beat up like that.
They all felt a good amount of guilt for what they did, because it obviously was the wrong way to go by far.
They had never been so wrong before.
And now they needed to at least try and set it right. They had to do something.
So they left for the lair, in hope that maybe they could apologise and at least try to calm the growing fire that they may have helped kindle.

When they arrived, they split up to search for the couple.
At some point Bunny found himself in a hallway with multiple doors. He began opening them one by one, until he came upon a room far more cosy than any of the others, and also more occupied. He'd found their bedroom, and it looked like someone was laying in the large double bed, hidden under the quilt and blankets.
Taking a step in, he hesitated for a moment, but then continued forward. He circles the grand bed to the side where someone was fully covered by the dark red quilt. Reaching his paw forward, ready to pull the quilt down slightly, he stopped himself a few inches away, unsure if it was a good idea.

"...Jack...?" he whispered. There was no reply of any sort, so slowly, he pulled it back. When he saw the raven hair of Pitch Black, he dropped the quilt and pulled his weapons out at the ready. He stepped back as Pitch slowly opened his eyes.

"J-Jack..?" Half awake, Pitch tried to sit up, but gave up from lack of strength. He blinked a few times as his vision cleared.
"Y-You... You're not Jack..." Bunny stared down at him, unsure of how to react. The quilt had fallen down to the middle of Pitch's upper arm when he'd tried to sit up, and bruises, scratches, bite marks and what seemed like burns were now visible to him. One side of his face was scraped and bruised, as were parts of his arms and clavicles. His neck was covered in teeth marks, and deep red marks where scattered across his mouth, getting darker the closer they were to his dark chapped lips.

"What on earth..."

"B-Bunnymund..? Is that you? Why... W-why are you here?!" Pitch managed this time to force himself up and shuffled over to the other side of the bed away from Bunny. Bunny watched as more of the man's body became visible from underneath the sheets. Dark scratch marks covered his torso and hips, some so deep they were more like cuts. What appeared to be hand shaped bruises plastered his visible hip and the once grey skin on his wrists now held dark red and purple burn like band shaped marks. Bunny stared with wide eyes as he tried to understand what he was seeing, only one thing coming to mind after what he had witnessed the last time they had seen each other; when he had seen Jack irrationally throw Pitch in to a wall and beat him up, before breaking down and swearing he loved him...

"N-no... Did, did Jack..." At this point Jack ran in after being alerted of the Guardians presence in the lair, running over to Bunny.

"What are you all doing here?! Did you come to try and split us up again?!" Jack now stood between Bunny and the bed where Pitch still sat, unsteadily, now barely covered by their red quilt. Jack lashed out at him before he could say anything, trying to hit him in the head with his staff. Bunnymund tried to defend himself and reason with Jack to calm down, but he wouldn't listen. He noticed Pitch flop down on the bed behind Jack, eyes closed, seemingly having lost consciousness. At this point, Toothiana appeared at the doorway and called to them. Jack turned around to look at her, distracted. Bunny took the opportunity to kick him sideways, hard enough to knock Jack out cold as he hit the floor.

"Bunny?! What are you doing?!" Bunny didn't answer, but instead headed to the other side of the bed, and wrapped Pitch up in the thin black blanket that had rested on the dark quilt, and picked him up in his arms.

"We need ta' leave."

"What? But... what about Jack? Why do you have Pitch in your arms?" she asked, slightly panicked. Unlike Bunny, who had rather good night vision, Toothiana, though she couldn't see too badly in the night herself, was not so skilled at seeing clearly in such dark places as the currently unlit lair, and could not see the damage on Pitch's body from where she stood.

"You'll see later, but we have ta hurry before Jack wakes up!" They both ran out of the room, and soon found Sandy and North. After Bunny insisting they needed to leave, they did so, going back to North's.
The others were rather shocked and confused at first, seeing Bunnymund's protective grip on the man he hated the most; so not many questions were asked, as Bunny made it obvious that they needed to leave straight away, keeping questions at minimum until they'd returned to the Workshop.
When they did, he explained what he had seen.
They were all shocked and deeply disturbed by what they were hearing and what they saw of Pitch.
They had never wanted this. They could hardly believe that Jack had done this...
They had never stopped caring for Jack, they'd felt it was best they distance themselves somewhat. And then when they felt they had an opportunity and obligation to separate Pitch and Jack, to save Jack, they took it.
But, it turned out it was Pitch who needed saving.
And this was their fault.
They should have helped when the man had basically begged them.
They should have helped them both...

Well would you look at that, a new chapter not even two weeks after the last update!
Yay me!

So... eheh. Bet you weren't quit expecting that now were ya?
Hope this chapter wasn't too disturbing for anyone.
Probably shouldn't put this on this site cause some people might think it's too mature for here..?
But whatever I don't care right now.
*throws at FFnet*

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