Jack wandered across the trunk of a fallen tree. He slowly dragged the tip of his staff to his side, freezing the pond water beneath him as he walked. And to think this all started with a simple case of blackmail… He'd been repeating Pitch's words in his head every day for the past three weeks since he'd seen the Nightmare King. Halfway across, he paused, the frozen pond reminding him of that very incident. Sure he could smile about it when Pitch talked about it nowadays…but two years ago he felt very different about it all…
The winter spirit slowly touched down to the surface of his pond. No sooner had his feet landed, Jack was overcome by the feeling that something was out of place. He whipped, looking around the forested area, and his eyes fell on the dark, shadowy figure staring at him. "Pitch!" He held his staff in front of him, ready for any attack. "What made you crawl out of that dark hole you call a home?" He glared.
"Ouch. Your words wound me," Pitch replied sarcastically, making his way closer to the pond. "Put that down, boy, before somebody gets hurt." When Jack didn't move his staff at all, he sighed. "I'm not here to harm anybody, if that's what you think. On the contrary…I would like to propose a deal."
Jack slowly lowered his staff, but his muscles stayed tense, ready if something did happen. "I wouldn't say you're in any position to be making bargains, Pitch. Especially seeing as, last time I checked, nobody believed in you and nobodywas afraid of you. There is absolutely nothing you have that we would be willing to bargain for."
"Oh, I see. You think I should still be in my dark little corner, licking my wounds and cowering in fear of the all-powerful guardians. Is that it? Well, I've got some news for you, Jack. You're completely wrong." Tendrils of shadows suddenly started wrapping around Jack, quickly rendering him immobile no matter how much he struggled. "I am far stronger than any of you could ever imagine."
"You bastard! Let me go!"
One of the tendrils tore the staff from Jack's hand, carrying it to Pitch. The grey man twirled the wood between his fingers, standing over the winter spirit. "Not only am I back more powerful than ever…but I've been creating an all new breed of nightmares far worse than those you've seen. You see, whatever happens to you in one of my nightmares happens to your real body as well… Oh, but where are my manners? You wanted to be set free." He handed the staff back over to the winter spirit, as his shadows retracted. "Then I will bid you adieu, Jack Frost." He turned to leave, but a hand on his shoulder made him stop with a smirk. When he looked back at the boy, he was looking down.
"What was your bargain going to be?"
A sharp laugh escaped Pitch's throat. "So now you're interested, are you? Very well. Imagine this, Frost: little Sophie is stuck high in a tree, panicking because she can't down. Suddenly the branch she's on snaps and…oh dear…she falls." He frowned dramatically. "And then she wakes up with a broken arm." Jack cringed, gripping his staff tightly. "And how about your little friend- what was his name? Oh, yes…Jamie. Perhaps Jamie is out in the forest, enjoying a little ice skating on a lovely little pond, when the ice suddenly breaks under his weight. The poor boy falls into the freezing water, too cold to pull himself back to the surface, and he drowns. And Jamie neverwakes up…"
"No!" Jack jumped back from him. "What do you want, Pitch? What will it take for you to never use those nightmares?"
Pitch chuckled to himself, knowing he had Jack right where he wanted him. He moved to stand right in front of him, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "I want you, Jack." He took delight in the boy's shocked gasp. "Give me reign over your body, and I will swear to never again harm a single child."
Jack shook his head, trying to comprehend what the towering man was asking of him. "W-why?"
"Who knows? For some reason I find myself attracted to you, Frost." He began circling the guardian, moving in to breathe deeply and lick up the side of his throat. "Your body just sings for my touch." One hand darted up the blue hoodie to stroke against the spirit's pale stomach. "Now…what is your choice?"
"I…"
Pitch could clearly see the conflict crossing his face. He held his hand out to him. "Do we have ourselves a deal, Frost?"
Jack reluctantly reached out to grab his hand. "Yes…"
"I swear to never bring harm to another child, so long as your body is mine."
"I swear…" He choked on the words, looking away in embarrassment.
"Say it." Pitch lifted his chin, forcing blue eyes to meet golden ones.
"My body is yours, as long as you never release those nightmares."
A grin slowly spread across the grey man's face. "Good…take your sweatshirt off." After a deep breath, Jack did as he was told, stripping the hoodie over his head and tossing it to the side. Pitch stood behind him, his fingers running along his torso. Jack flinched at the touches. "Ah, ah. Be a good boy, Jack. This could be enjoyable for you too, you know?"
"I doubt it," he spat out.
"I think you'll change your mind…over time." One of his hands suddenly dove into Jack's pants, wrapping around him. His other hand turned the boy's head to face him, so he could pull him into a searing kiss, swallowing up his surprised groan of pleasure. As his hand continued to excite Jack, their kiss deepened, borderlining on frantic need. Suddenly Pitch retracted his hand, chuckling at Jack's unwilling groan of disappointment. Instead, he pulled his own pants down just enough to free his growing erection. Taking the winter spirit's hand and wrapping it around with a growl, he ordered, "Suck it."
As much as he wished he could run away from all of this, Jack knew he couldn't. He fell to his knees in front of the towering grey man, giving a hesitant lick to the engorged penis. Pitch pushed himself closer, urging the boy further. Before he knew it, Jack was taking Pitch's entire length in his mouth, trying to control his gag reflex. His tongue flicked out to lick his tip, and the Nightmare King moaned in approval, pushing himself back into the cold mouth repeatedly.
Pitch pulled away from him, looking down at the spirit with heated golden eyes. "Pants off." Jack stood, slowly undoing his pants and sliding them off, not sure if he was really prepared for what was coming next. Pitch pushed him back down onto the ice onto his hands and knees, kneeling behind him. After spreading the boy's legs wide, he positioned himself at his entrance, gripping his hips.
"Pitch, I don't know if I can- ah!" He cried out in pain, when Pitch started to push himself deep inside. "Please! Sto- AH!" His cries continued, begging for the Nightmare King to stop his thrusts, and tears started streaming from his eyes. "Don't…" Suddenly a flash of pure pleasure shot through his body, and he shuddered, gasping, "Don't stop…" He let out a loud moan.
As Jack's painful cries quickly turned to moans and shouts of pleasure, Pitch continued to thrust against his prostate deep inside of him with a grin. He would much rather have Jack return to him willingly in the future…and the way the boy moved in pleasure now was just too delicious. With Jack now eagerly meeting his thrusts, it wasn't long before Pitch spilled inside of him, giving a loud groan. As if on cue, he felt Jack tightening around him in his own climax. He pulled out of the boy, letting him collapse onto the ice, gasping for air.
Pitch tucked himself away again, pulling up his pants and leaning close to Jack's ear with a smirk. "I told you you would enjoy it as well…"
Jack's face flushed an icy blue, flustered. "I…I didn't…it wasn't…" he stammered.
He raised an eyebrow. "Don't deny it. Your body tells me the truth." He reached down to wipe some of the white fluid dripping from Jack's tip with his finger, lifting it to his mouth and sucking on it with a smile. Pitch stood, turning and walking away. "Until next time, Frost." He disappeared into the shadows of the forest.
With a sigh, Jack curled up on the ice, torn inside, as he thought about the things he had just done with the King of Nightmares. What have I gotten myself into?
Jack shook himself from the memory, continuing along the tree trunk. His mouth curved up into a small smile. Pitch would kill me if I ever told him…but that was by far the best he's ever done to me. He chuckled softly before his smile faded, as he remembered what the man had said the last time he had seen him.
"Absolutely not, Frost. You staying here would imply we're in a…a relationship."
That cold laugh of dismal had hurt him far more than he let Pitch realize. After all, he didn't know, and it wasn't his fault that the winter spirit had fallen for him. Pitch had known the terms of their relationship when he first made that bargain. Jack had too, but he hadn't been smart enough to stop himself from getting attached. How could he possibly blame any of this on Pitch, when it was all his own fault?
Hope you guys enjoyed that. Surprisingly enough, I'm getting more ideas to continue this story than I am for "More Important Than We Knew." And originally I thought it would be the opposite haha