Alrighty. Well, in case you guys hadn't figured out by now pretty much whenever Jack is angsty that means the scene is from the "Present" in the story and whenever Jack is...well, more Jack-like the scene is more of a flashback to show how/why he fell for Pitch. I just wasn't sure how well I was doing on actually getting that across lol. Enjoy!
The two spirits fell onto the bed, trying to catch their breath. Pitch collapsed on his back, chuckling softly, as he let the younger boy snuggle into his side. Jack smiled, moving to rest his head on his chest. He started to trace intricate designs on the bare skin of the grey man's stomach, leaving behind a thin layer of frost. His breath hitched in the tiniest of laughs. I'm surprised my cold isn't bothering him… Jack couldn't help the content smile on his face, when Pitch started to absentmindedly stroke through his hair. He knew that this was a lucky encounter. The Nightmare King was hardly one to be interested in cuddling. It was only on the rarest of occasions that he would let the winter spirit stay in his arms.
Neither of them knew how long they had been lying like that, but soon Pitch's hand slowed its strokes, finally just resting atop the mess of white hair. Jack slowly turned to look up at his face, blue eyes widening in realization. He…he fell asleep? He could feel himself start to tear up. He really trusts me enough to fall asleep while I'm… Jack was broken from his thoughts by a soft noise coming from the Nightmare King's mouth. When he heard it again, he had to put a hand over his mouth to stop himself from bursting out in laughter. Pitch, the big, scary boogeyman…SNORES?
Jack had to move away from him slightly, not wanting to wake Pitch up because his body was still shaking with laughs. It took him a few minutes to finally calm himself down a bit, thousands of great prank ideas flying through his mind. As he continued to gaze at the Nightmare King though, his content smile returned and all thoughts of pranks faded away. He reached up to push a few stray hairs away from the sleeping man's face, gently stroking a grey cheek, and he admired his sleep-softened features.
He looks so peaceful... He jumped back a little when Pitch suddenly moved his head in his sleep. Jack would have relaxed then, but his legs caught in the sheets. As he struggled to free himself, he only succeeded in dumping himself on the floor with a thump. The winter spirit immediately sat up, rubbing his head, and looked at the sleeping man to be sure he hadn't woken him up. He let out a soft sigh of relief, when he heard another snore from the bed.
For a few minutes, Jack didn't move, simply admiring the view that his new position allowed him. He couldn't, however, resist the urge to run his hands softly over the vast expanse of the bare, grey skin in front of him. Pale fingers ran over a toned chest and stomach, moving down towards rugged hips and leaving behind thin trails of frost. The boy enjoyed the feeling of the velvety skin before him, but he suddenly froze when he felt the slightest of bumps on the unblemished expanse of flesh. Jack leaned forward to examine it closely, running his hand over the bump again. Is that...a scar? Confused, he trailed along the jagged mark, realizing that he must have missed it before because it fit perfectly along the muscle line where Pitch's legs connected to his hips.
This must have hurt... Jack knew how hard it was to leave a scar on the body of an immortal. For something to leave a scar this bad on a being as old as Pitch, it must have been a horrid wound. Before he could stop himself, Jack found himself leaning over the lithe, grey body and laying gentle kisses all along the scar.
"What are you doing?"
The winter spirit jumped at the sudden voice, looking up into the golden eyes that were staring at him. "You- you were asleep!"
Pitch gave a low chuckle. "Look how far down your mouth is." He raised an eyebrow, as if it were obvious. "My body wouldn't exactly let me stay asleep."
Jack glanced sideways, seeing the man's growing erection only an inch or two away from his face. He flushed, looking back up at Pitch with an almost bashful look. "I…I was just…" He looked back down at the grey hip, running his fingers along the scar again. "How did you get this?"
"Hmmm?" Pitch sat up a little bit to look down at the mark. "Oh...that must be from before." He laid back down, pulling the winter spirit on top of him.
"Before?" Jack rested atop him and straddled his hips. "What does that mean?"
"It's from before I became who I am today." He pulled the boy down for a lingering kiss. "Before I became Pitch Black."
"Mmmm..." He smiled into the kiss. "Tell me about it?"
"Now why would you want to hear boring old tales when we could be doing something much more interesting?" Pitch's hands wandered down to grasp the teen's bottom.
"Because I'm, and I quote, 'a curious little fucker' and 'refuse to stay out of other people's business.' Plus, you won't be getting any further than ass-grabbing anytime soon unless you tell me." He grinned and reached down to pull said hands back up to his waist.
"Funny. I swear I said those exact words but a few weeks ago about you." He contemplated actually saying anything, but he finally gave an exasperated sigh. "Fine. You're just lucky I enjoy your body so much," he said with a grumble.
"Stop flattering and get to the story. Who were you, before you became...well, you?" Jack leaned forward to rest his chin on his arms, looking straight down at Pitch's face with attentive eyes like a child about to be read a bedtime story.
The Nightmare King laid there for a few moments, trying to figure out where to begin. "First things first...my name used to be Kozmotis Pitchiner. I lead-"
"Kozmotis? What a funny name," he chuckled.
"I could say the same about yours. If you walked around in the Golden Age saying your name was Jack Frost, it would have been just as ridiculous to everyone else."
"The Golden Age? When was that?" He stopped his chuckling, smiling up at him.
"It was a very long time ago. Long before any of your Guardian friends even existed."
"Gross! You mean I've been having sex with an old man all this time? Even my three hundred years is nothing compared to...that. I never pegged you for a pedophile, Pitch." Jack grinned at him again.
"Do you really want to hear this story or not?" he growled.
"I do, I do! I promise I'll be good." The winter spirit settled back down, but he couldn't resist another sly grin. "And you know I was joking. Maybe I just have a thing for old men, ya know?"
"Apparently so..." He smirked back at him. "Now where was I?"
"You said your name was Kozmotis."
"Oh, yes. General Kozmotis Pitchiner. I was regaled as a hero back then for leading the Golden Age armies against the Dream Pirates and Fearlings."
"Whoa whoa whoa. Wait just a minute." Jack immediately sat up, staring down at him in shock. "You were a...a good guy?!"
"If you're going to interrupt every ten seconds, I don't see the point in even trying to tell you everything."
"Sorry, but...really? How is that even possible? You're so...so...not good now..." He cringed as he said it, quickly adding, "No offense though!"
"None taken. I rather enjoy my new job. Fear is something just too delicious compared to what I lived for in my past life. I'm happy things changed. Now, may I continue without you interrupting me, for once?" Jack reluctantly nodded, laying back down on his chest and trying to wrap his mind around the idea of the Nightmare King being a good guy. "With my help, the armies were able to capture every last Dream Pirate and every last Fearling. The only way to keep the world safe was to keep all of them trapped in the prisons forever. But that's where the problem began. Nobody wanted to be chosen to guard the prison, but it was a job that needed to be done, despite the untold ordeals that they would undoubtedly have to face. I, being the selfless man that I was, offered to become the prison guard." He quickly glared down at the winter spirit on his chest, knowing the teen was undoubtedly going to make a remark about that. "Frost, I swear if you interrupt one more time I will kick you out of my lair for the next year."
Jack had to quickly bite back his tongue. He meekly mumbled "Sorry," before he moved to cuddle into Pitch's side, resting his forehead in the crook of his neck. "Continue?"
The Nightmare King gave a small nod of approval and wrapped his arm around the teenager, pulling him closer, as he continued his tale. "Year after year came and went, and still I remained at my post, but it was a torture in itself. Every moment of every day, the voices from the cells called to me, trying to convince me to release them. Shadows would reach out, brushing against me relentlessly until I had no choice but to beat them back into the recesses of their prison. With every day it became harder for me. I was alone in that prison, the sole guard to the hordes of shadows and fiends that constantly tried to work against me. Before I took the job, I had a family just like anybody else. I had a wife...I had a daughter..." He gave the slightest of smiles at the feelings of intricate frost designs being drawn on his chest by a pale finger, appreciating the winter spirit's silent attempt at comforting even though he didn't really need it. "I carried a locket with me every day I was there. It held a picture of my daughter."
"What was her name? Your daughter's?" Jack asked quietly.
"I don't remember..." He brought a grey hand up to brush through snow white hair, forgiving him for the interruption. "My memory of the old days is choppy. I only remember the most basic parts of what happened to me. The little details have been lost to the winds of time. Unlike you, we didn't have a tooth fairy back then to preserve our memories. All I remember is that I had a daughter and that I loved her very much. She was the reason I never gave up on my duties. If I ever slacked off in the slightest, and if those I guarded were released...it would put everyone in danger, including her. So every time it felt like things were getting too hard, I would look at her picture, and it would remind me why I had to stay strong." He gave a soft sigh. "But the shadows were cunning. It wasn't long before they caught on to my weakness, and they didn't hesitate to use it against me. I remember walking by one of the cells, when I heard a voice from deep within. It sounded exactly like my daughter's, and I couldn't stop myself from pausing on my rounds to listen closer. She called to me saying that she was scared, begging me to save her from those wretched shadows...to open the door for her. Deep down I knew it was impossible, that there was no way she could be in there…but the shadows had somehow put me in a trance. My body moved almost of its own free will, no matter how I tried to stop myself. I opened the door, and the creatures leapt at their chance of freedom. Before I could even react, they were on me, surrounding me, devouring my very soul. They killed Kozmotis that day, and I awakened as Pitch."
"I'm sorry, Pitch." Jack leaned up to lightly kiss his cheek.
Pitch quickly turned his head, capturing his lips with his own. "Don't be. It's in the past. I don't feel any of the pain anymore. Any capacity I had to feel love or kindness died when Kozmotis did. All of that is just a memory, something from the past. I don't still care about what I lost. I only remember that in the past I did."
"But you're nice to me…sometimes." The teen smiled. "You didn't completely lose the ability to be nice."
"Only because I have to." Pitch grinned, kissing him again. "When I'm somewhat nice to you, I get to fuck you all I want. You're quite lucky I enjoy your body, or I never would have told you about my past."
"Haven't you ever told anybody else before?"
"You are the first…and for what reasons, I cannot fathom."
"You've never told anyone except me? Wow…" Jack couldn't help but stare at him shocked.
"Don't go getting a big head, Frost."
"I won't. It's just…wow…" The winter rested his head back in the crook of Pitch's neck, reaching down to run a finger along his scar and covering in a thin layer of frost. "So how did you get this? It must have been pretty bad to leave such a scar."
"It was very bad indeed. I don't remember too many details, really. I know it was during the wars. I was trying to get a woman and her child to safety when a Dream Pirate caught me by surprise. I damn near lost my leg because of it." He scowled. "That bastard was lucky I didn't, or I would have found him and torn off all of his limbs."
Jack sat up and moved further down in the bed, leaning over to kiss the scar again. "Well, if it's any consolation, I'm glad you didn't lose your leg just as much as you are." He grinned up at him mischievously. "You wouldn't be anywhere near as good in bed if you were a gimp."
Jack flew through the night sky, remembering back to that moment. He has to feel something towards me. Why else would he tell me about his past when he's never told anybody else before? He flew down to land on a rooftop, gripping his staff lightly and looking up at the moon. It can't be just the sex…right? The winter spirit shook his head, trying to forget about it. He pulled up his hood and looked around to see the snow that had gently started to fall around him, reflecting his somber mood. Jack slowly made his way from rooftop to rooftop, leaving behind his intricate frost designs on everything he came across. He wandered through the night, too afraid of being hurt more if he dared to hope.
Apologies for the lack of smutiness in this chapter. It was just so long already, and I just wanted to post it to see what you guys thought. It was fun writing the fun Jack parts ^^ I promise to do my best to keep an ample supply of smut in future chapters though ;)