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Rise of the Guardians, Jack Frost X Pitch Black (aka Black Ice).
This is the sequel to my previous chapters in Dream Catcher, and takes place after the Rise of the Guardians movie! It is rated M for mature content (do not take lightly), and there will be emotional moments. You have been warned; read at your own risk.
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Chapter 20: How Bad Can I Be?
Jack's heart slowed to a steady pace. The ringing in his ears quieted. He began to feel the usual chill of his temperature spread through his muscles. All this and he couldn't move.
Wow. Okay. Cool. That went well. Jack lay limply on the Nightmare King's bed, staring blankly up at the crystal chandelier he knew well. I still think that could hurt someone if it fell. And it probably could. But Jack wasn't going to risk getting killed today.
The weight of his head felt extremely heavy compared to about ten minutes ago before he invaded Pitch's bedroom. The same observation went for the rest of his limbs. His whole body felt sore as he sat up. Jack smirked.
I bet he could to a lot more to me than a little soreness.
Jack's eyes scanned the spacious room. Everything was so tidy and neat, that if he touched anything, he would make the whole area less aesthetically pleasing to the eye. Pitch said he could use the bathroom if he liked. He liked that idea very much.
The cool stone of uncovered floor felt nice under the winter sprite's bare feet as bent down to retrieve his staff that Pitch had dropped. He slowly but surely made his way to the conveniently adjoining bathroom. The interior of this room had the same style as the rest of the house, which made perfect sense. The black shower curtain draped over a surprisingly white tub with a silver showerhead. Standard. Oh well. Jack managed to pull his hoodie up over his head and tossed it into a corner, soon followed by his already-undone pants and staff against the wall behind the door.
The cold water of the shower gave him the same satisfaction as a steaming shower would for a human. His thick, fluffy hair quickly became dark grey and plastered to his scalp. The soap bar in the small shelf on the wall seemed to be the source of Pitch's intoxicating scent. Jack couldn't help but smell it after he rubbed some into his hands, creating a heavy layer of white suds. Jack had no idea what it was or what it was called, but he loved it nonetheless.
Jack finished his cold shower and wrapped a black towel around his waist, beautifully contrasting with the paleness of his skin. He inspected himself in the mirror above the sink.
So now what? Jack thought. No more than thirty minutes ago he was contemplating further communication with Pitch Black; no more than twenty minutes ago he was chatting and enjoying a beverage with Pitch Black; and no more than ten minutes ago he was lying half naked and worn out on Pitch Black's bed. What happens next?
Jack exited the washroom and searched through multiple drawers for something clean to wear. It seemed a bit cliché to wear your partner's oversized clothes after a sexual encounter, but Pitch had skillfully dirtied his usual clothes, what was he supposed to wear? Top drawer of a large wooden dresser indicated rows of neatly folded-and-piled underwear (black, of course, what else would the Boogeyman wear?) and the middle drawer was nearly identical to the first: neatly folded-and-piled rows of black clothes, except these were his robes.
Bingo.
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Pitch's night on the job was easier than expected tonight. The unpleasant dreams he inflicted upon various children seemed to come along faster and fiercer than he had intended for. Not that he minded. It gave him pleasure seeing their faces shrivel at the drowsy sights of memories turning dark or pets coming to unfortunate ends. Oh how he was a sick man. Sandman will have a lot of his own work to take care of until dawn.
But for now he had his own work to take care of back at home. A few hours were long enough to leave a free spirit alone again in his home, right?
He gave Onyx a smug smile and she disintegrated onto the windowsill. Pitch sunk into the shadows and marveled at the sight laid out before him.
Jack lay comfortably under his sheets, with his back turned to his, apparently cozied up in one of his robes. He was awake, but unaware of the grey man hovering over him.
How shall I surprise him? Pitch wondered. Should he whisper "boo" in the boy's ear and watch him jump in shock? Or should he run his shadowy hands along the small figure and wake him up gently? Either reaction would humor Pitch.
He inhaled deeply and bent over Jack, carefully placing his hands on both sides of the boy. Pitch smiled to himself.
Oh this brings back memories. When he didn't even know I existed, right by his side the entire time. Pitch ghosted his nose along the rounded edge of Jack's ear – he could sense Jack getting chills under his touch. He could smell his soap on the pale skin. He continued on, dipping his lips to the soft spot just under the cartilage and planted a small kiss.
Jack's neck extended, showing off more skin under damp hair. He dragged his lips loosely along his jawline, stopping as soon as he opened his eyes and saw two beautiful spheres of blue staring back at his gold ones.
"Boo," Jack whispered sleepily. Jack tilted his head upward and moved his mouth to Pitch's.
"Boo to you too," Pitch said once they parted.
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"So what did you do for the few hours I was out?" Pitch asked once they got settled on the sofa.
"I took a shower like you suggested, nice soap by the way, and then after putting on some clothes I did a little exploring. You mentioned before that there were some additions and remodeling done after Ebony died, so I checked that out. I didn't know you were such a fan of video games and old cheesy movies," Jack teased, gesturing to the movies and video game cases that lined Pitch's walls of the single room.
"Yeah, well, it's just a hobby. Besides, they all happen to be rather entertaining."
"Afterwards I got to the kitchen and cleaned up what we used before you and I, 'got busy', then I went to your study from before. Books also seem to be a liking of yours. Didn't know that."
"I believe everyone should have a favorite book; even if that means having a whole library of them at your disposal." They chuckled at the light conversation, obviously at ease with each other's company by now. Pitch sat next to Jack, wrapping his arm around Jack's shoulders and kissing his forehead. "Have I mentioned before you stunning you look in my clothes?"
"No."
"Well you do."
Jack's face turned pink. He kissed Pitch's neck and molded into his body, easily fitting like a puzzle piece.
"I meant to ask before, who are those ladies in that portrait? The one in the middle of the wall at the end of the study?" Jack looked up at Pitch's hardening face. "Bad topic?" Pitch didn't answer. His breathing didn't change. His hold on Jack didn't change.
"They were two ladies who were very important to me when I was human. Seraphina, the younger one, is-was, my daughter, and the older one is her mother. But they are a story for a different time, Jack. I'm sorry."
"No, no, it's fine! It's obviously a touchy subject, so you can tell me when you want to," Jack grinned before turning his attention back to the movie Pitch had put in. The spine-chilling music began playing as the huge screen lit up with color. "What exactly are we watching?"
"'The Exorcist.'" Pitch said happily. Jack gave a worried expression, seeing the creepy silhouettes appear on the main title screen. "It's a classic, you'll like it. And if you decide you don't like it, then we won't watch it again."
"But what if it's too scary? It seems pretty scary for a classic."
"You're with the dreaded Nightmare King, Jack Frost. How scary could a movie be?"
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Hello Again! ^u^
Wowzaz, such a long time to update! I do hope this chapter made up for it . . . 3
Okay, first up, according to various sources, Kozmotis Pitchiner did have a daughter who became Mother Nature. Originally, her name was Emily Jane, however, a popular name for her is "Seraphina". I don't know why either, but please roll with I for the sake of the plot. As far as Lady Pitchiner, I'm not going to give her a name. She shall simply be known as whatever Pitch calls her (haven't decided that yet).
Do you guys think Jack would like "The Exorcist"? :P
I will update when I can, however, in all honesty, I do not think it will be soon . . .
BUT until then:
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