"Pitch! Give me back my staff." Jack hopped around the room, trying to pull his pants on. "You know that I need it."
The grey man laughed from where he lay reclined on the bed. "Think of it as my payback for all of the tricks and pranks you have pulled on me, Frost."
"You distracted me with sex and stole it! Seriously, Pitch, give it back. I'm not in the mood." The Nightmare King was once again forcing him to leave, only reminding Jack again of his unrequited feelings.
"Neither was I when you did those things to me." He got up, pulling on his coat. "Have fun, Frost. I'm off to put a little fear back into the world." Without another word, Pitch disappeared into the shadows, chuckling.
"Ugh! This is so stupid!" Jack groaned, pulling his hoodie on. Seeing as he didn't really have much of a choice, he started his search. He looked everywhere he thought it could be. He searched every alcove, under the stairs, and behind all of the furniture. With a frustrated sigh, he returned to the Nightmare King's room. While he thought of where he could have possibly missed, his eyes settled on the small closet door. Well, he hadn't checked there. But he wouldn't put it somewhere so obvious...right? Realizing he had nothing else to lose, Jack decided to give it a try.
The winter spirit opened the door, only to be met by a dark, little closet stuffed with dusty coats. Why does he even have these coats? It's not like he wears them. When he accidentally brushed against one of them, it slipped off of the hanger, sending up a cloud of dust. With a cough, he bent down to pick it back up.
Finally, behind every last coat in the closet, jack found his staff standing in the furthest dark corner. "Found ya!" He picked it up, relaxing when he had the comfort of it back in his hand. When he turned to leave, though, he accidentally knocked more of the dusty clothes off their hangers, immediately filling the room with dust. Coughing, Jack stumbled out of the closet, falling to his hands and knees, as he tried to breath in normal air. "Who knew coats could be so dangerous..." he muttered to himself.
As he went to stand up, something across the room caught his eye. What's that? Something was dully shining under the darkness of the bed. Letting his curiosity get the better of him, Jack crawled over, reaching underneath to grab whatever it was. When he felt his fingers close around it, he pulled back. His eyes widened in wonder, as he slowly opened his fingers to reveal what looked to be an ancient locket. Could this be what I think it is? He tried to open the piece, but he found that the little door hinge had broken and wouldn't open.
Jack stuffed the locket in his pocket, before leaving the shadowy lair. It's not like I'm stealing it forever. I just want a better look...
Jack stared down at the locket in his hand, looking at the picture inside. The girl had long, curly dark hair, and she seemed to be wearing a very nice dress. Her eyes were filled with such joy, as if somebody had been making her laugh while she was posing for the picture. He couldn't help but give a tiny smile at such a happy picture. He did feel bad, though, about the locket. While he had been trying to open it, he realized that it was in bad shape. After days of trying, the winter spirit had finally been able open it, but he knew that as soon as it shut again it would take hell or high water to pry it open again in the future. Maybe I should fix it before I give it back...
"So what is that, Jack? You never did tell me." Jamie walked into the room, toweling off his wet hair. He came up behind him to look over his shoulder. "A locket? Why do you have a locket?"
"I found it in Pitch's room. I...I think it's his."
"Why on earth would the boogeyman have a locket with a picture of a little girl in it?" The brunette went into his closet to get ready for bed.
"I think it's his daughter." His fingers gently traced along the edge of the locket, feeling a deep sorrow for the Nightmare King.
"Wait. Pitch has a daughter?" Jamie called out from the closet.
"He had a daughter...before he became Pitch Black." Jack sighed. "He says he doesn't have the ability to care about anything...but then why was this under his bed? It's been over a millennia since he was consumed. Why would he still have this anywhere near him? If he truly didn't care about anything, he would have gotten rid of it a long time ago."
"Jack, don't...you can't keep doing this to yourself." Jamie came back into the room, going to sit next to his best friend and covering the locket with his own hand. "I understand that you want nothing more than to believe that he could return your feelings. I get it. I really do. But all you're doing is hurting yourself more." He watched Jack's shoulders slump with a frown. "I want him to love you back too. I only want you to be happy, Jack." Jamie put his hand on the winter spirit's shoulder. "I'm just afraid that if you keep your hopes up for this, you're going to get hurt. You're too good of a person to deserve going through that." When he was only met with silence, he continued. "I'm sorry if you hate me for thinking like that but-"
"No. You're right, Jamie. You're absolutely right..." Jack clenched his fist around the locket. "But I just can't help myself..." He stood up, moving to stare out the window. "I fell in love with who he used to be. I've tried, Manny knows how hard I've tried, to resist. Even now, I keep telling myself to let it go, but I can't." Jamie came stand next to him, noticing the tears that threatened to fall down his pale cheeks. "Every time I see him I tell myself to ignore those feelings, to ignore those little things he does only when I'm around. I can't help but think that I'm special to him in some way. I mean, he's comfortable enough to fall asleep when I'm right next to him. He trusts me enough to tell me about his past, when he has never told anybody else."
Jamie frowned. "Or it could be like what you told me he said. Maybe he just knows that he has power over you. I know it hurts to think it, but maybe he's just using you for the sex."
"I know...but no matter how many times I tell myself that, I can't help but hope that the old Pitch is still inside him. He's like a drug that I can't resist..."
"I just don't want you to get hurt, Jack."
"Thank you..." The winter spirit gave him a small nod, wiping the unshed tears from his eyes. He tucked the locket back in his pocket. Jack leaned forward to press his forehead against the glass, his cold breath sending frost spiraling across the window.
"You okay?"
"Mhmm...just thinking..." Jack pulled back from the window, quickly running a hand through his dishevelled hair. "Would you mind if I stayed here for the night?"
"Yeah, yeah. I don't mind at all."
"Thanks." The winter spirit turned back around, noticing Jamie's lack of a shirt. He couldn't help but admire the perfectly tanned skin that ran over the toned muscles on his chest. "Damn, Jamie. When did you turn into such a stud?" Jack had to admit that the brunette had definitely aged well. He gave a half-smile.
Jamie chuckled, rubbing the back of his head shyly. "Well, it happens when ya grow up. I'm not a little kid anymore, Jack."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Now you're a big bad sophomore in college. Time sure flew, huh?" Jack collapsed on the edge of the bed with a sigh.
"I'm also a big bad college student with class in the morning," he laughed. "Come on, Jack. I gotta get some sleep." The brunette slipped under the blankets, not bothering to pull on a shirt to go with his pajama pants. It had been a few years since he'd taken to just sleeping shirtless.
The winter spirit curled up under the blankets opposite from his friend. "Hey, Jamie..."
"Yeah, Jack?" He turned to see Jack staring at him with sad eyes. He looked so fragile, like any one word would send him over the edge and make him shatter. It broke his heart.
"You'll always believe in me, right?"
Jamie stared at him, shocked. "O-of course! Why do you even need to ask?"
One of Jack's hands came up to clutch at his sweatshirt over his heart. "It's just...I know I'm going to lose Pitch soon...a-and I don't think I could take losing you too."
The brunette quickly pulled him into his arms. "I'll always believe in you, Jack. You're my best friend, and I'd never forget you. How could I stop believing in you after all we've done together?" He smiled. "I mean, I can't count how many times I've been pelted in the face by a snowball you threw or how many times you've slept over or taken me somewhere amazing. I will believe in you until I'm old and grey."
Jack curled close to him, breathing out, "Thank you..." He felt a hand comfortingly stroke this hair. He couldn't help himself from wrapping his arms around Jamie, enjoying the feel of his warm skin. It couldn't compare to the searing heat of love and desire that he felt when he was with the Boogeyman. It was the kind of warmth you get when you cuddle up next to fire with some hot chocolate on Christmas Eve. It was a comfortable warmth, and Jack couldn't force himself away from it. Luckily for him, Jamie didn't mind staying cuddled up together, and the two of them quickly fell asleep.
"Jack..." The winter spirit followed the voice, unable to stop himself. "Jack..." He darted through the woods after it, until he came upon the sight of his pond "Jack..."
Is it coming from the water? Though his mind wasn't sure it was the best idea, his legs kept moving, carrying him out onto the middle of the frozen water. When he kneeled down to look at the ice, he saw his own reflection in the glossy surface. It must have been my imagina- Suddenly there was a grey figure behind his reflection. Jack whipped around to look behind him, but there was nobody there. When he looked back at the ice, though, the figure and his reflection were still there.
He couldn't do anything but watch. Watch as grey hands disappeared underneath a blue hoodie, stripping it over that Jack's head. Watch warm lips trail down the side of a pale neck as another hand pulled brown trousers down to reveal a thick erection already dripping with precum. Watch as the other Jack gasped at the touches, shuddering in pleasure.
"Jack..." That voice called again, and a pair of golden eyes suddenly locked with his own over the other Jack's shoulder, dancing with lust and joy. Jack stared, unable to tear his gaze away, as he himself gasped, feeling the pleasure as though those hands were on his own body instead of on the reflection's. "Jack." When a grey hand danced down to wrap around the other Jack's erection, surrounding it in warmth, the winter spirit let out a deep moan. It started to move, teasing up and around the-
"Jack!" The immortal's eyes shot open, and he frantically looked around, immediately realizing that he wasn't at his pond. Morning sunlight streamed in through the windows. He was in Jamie's room. In his bed. And Jamie was shaking his shoulders, looking at him with a strange mixture of pity and confusion. "Are you okay?"
Jack collapsed back against the bed with a soft groan and curled himself in a ball to hide the rather obvious bulge in his pants. "Yeah..."
"I'm sorry I woke you. You were moaning in your sleep and..." Jamie sat back on his heels, looking down. With a sigh, he returned his gaze to Jack's. "It was Pitch, wasn't it?" The only reply he got was a sigh and a nod of the spirit's head. "Jack...please, don't go to him. Stay here..." He reached out to grab a pale hand in his own.
The winter spirit gave Jamie's hand a small squeeze, making up his mind. "Only if you take the day off and have some fun with me."
"Deal." The brunette nodded. "And you might as well just make it a snow day, so everyone else can join in too," he added with a small grin.
Jack couldn't hold back a grin of his own. "You get dressed. I'll get to work." With that, he picked up his staff and flew out the window, doing his best to forget about the dream.
Pitch lurked in the shadows of Jamie's closet, watching as the winter spirit flew off. He glared at the brunette's back. So you're the reason he broke from the dream. I won't let you take him away from me... He had watched their interaction earlier when Jamie had practically begged Jack not to give in to the Nightmare King. Not today, boy. Not today... With that, he disappeared into the shadows, having never been noticed in the first place.
As the morning went by, the children of Burgess woke to find that a heavy layer of snow had fallen and school had been cancelled. Every one of them quickly pulled on their warmest clothes and ran outside to join in the massive snowball fight that Jack and Jamie had started. Forts were built, teams were chosen, and snowballs were flying every which way. Laughing, the two boys backed out of the snowball war and went over to the more calm area that was filled with the younger kids playing amongst themselves. Jamie snuck up behind one little blonde boy, scooping him up in his arms and spinning him around. The four year old squealed in delight, holding on tight. When he finally lowered him back to the ground, the boy bounced up and down excitedly, looking between the two of them. "Jamie! Jack-Jack!"
Jack kneeled down in front of him with a smile. "Hey there, Jer-Jer." When Jamie rolled his eyes at the nickname, he shrugged. "What? If he can call me 'Jack-Jack,' I can call him 'Jer-Jer.' Ain't that right, buddy?"
The brunette just rolled his eyes again, when his little brother eagerly nodded his head. "Whatever. So what're you up to, Jeremy? Anything I can help out with?"
"Yeah! Snowman!"
While Jamie helped his brother make a small snowman, Jack went to make snow angels with a few of the other kids. When Jeremy came to get him and practically dragged him over to see their finished snowman, he couldn't help but laugh. His eyes widened, as he stared at it. "Wow, Jer-Jer! This is..." he circled the little creation, studying it. "This is the best snowman I've ever seen!" He watched the little blonde clap his hands happily. "Can I add just a few things?" When he got a nod of approval, he knelt down next to it. "You can't have a snowman without giving him a scarf." With a flick of his fingers, an icicle nose appeared on his face followed by a scarf and a hat made of ice. Jamie and Jeremy watched in awe, the little boy's jaw dropping. "And he wouldn't go anywhere without his top hat." He stood back to look at it again. "It's still missing something though..." He stood, scratching his chin in thought. Jack suddenly snapped his fingers, an idea coming to him. "You know what it's missing?"
"What? What's missing, Jack-Jack?" The little boy got out of his brother's lap itching to get closer.
"Come here." The winter spirit brought Jeremy over. He knelt down behind the kid, covering his arms with his own and taking his hands in his. Jack looked at him with a grin. "It's missing a little magic..." He put Jeremy's hand on the side of the snowman's head, watching as sparkling blue frost spread out from where their hands touched it. The frost quickly faded away, but before the little boy could show his disappointment, one of the twig limbs suddenly twitched. His jaw dropped again, as inch by inch the little snowman started to move. After tipping its icy hat to the three boys and hopping off, Jeremy let out another squeal of delight and followed after it, the other small children joining in.
Jack stood up again, watching them all play with his little creation with a smile. Jamie laughed and stood next to him. "You okay?"
"Yeah..." The winter spirit leaned against his staff with a nod. "Thanks, Jams."
"No problem. Anything for my best friend." Jamie nudged him with his shoulder playfully. "Want to get back to the snowball war?" All he got was a grin, and the two of them were running back onto the battlefield again.
Jeremy stood in front of them, his eyes starting to droop, as he gave a yawn. His big brother scooped him up in his arms. "I better get him home, before Mum throws a fit." He looked back over at Jack. "You'll be alright?"
"Yeah." He waved the concern off with a small smile. "I've got other places in need of snow days too."
"See you in a couple days?"
"Of course!" Jack watched his friend walk away.
"Oh, and Jack, be..." When Jamie turned around, he found the winter spirit was already gone. "...careful..." With another look down at his little brother, he decided it would just be best to go home.
Jack struggled against the shadows that were dragging him through the woods. The were wrapped tightly around his arms and covered his mouth, stopping him from crying out. They had come so suddenly. One moment he was watching Jamie walk away and the next he was being dragged away. If the winter spirit had any doubts before of the shadows' intentions, he didn't have them anymore when those shadows pushed his back up against something warm and arms wrapped around him from behind. "Pitch..." he breathed out, eyes going wide.
"You didn't answer my call, Frost." Grey lips latched onto the pale skin of his neck.
"I didn't for a reason, Pitch!" He yanked himself away, before those hands could get under his sweatshirt. "You can't keep calling me whenever the hell you want! I have a job to do!"
Pitch wiped at his mouth, with a soft growl. "Oh, really? That wasn't part of the deal."
"I am not some whore you can booty call whenever you damn well feel like it! I'm not some toy you can just use for sex!" Jack was shaking now, the raw emotions threatening to spill over.
"No. You're mine to do with what I please." He stalked forward, eyes glinting in a mixture of rage and pure lust.
Jack suddenly fell through a hole that appeared in the shadows underneath him, hitting something soft with a grunt. He barely had time to register that he was on the Nightmare King's bed and his staff was gone, before Pitch was on him, tearing his sweatshirt and pants off. He tried to push him away, but tendrils of shadow sand held his arms above his head. "Let me go, Pitch!"
"Why? So you can go back to that boy? You say that you're not just a harlot, Frost, but you seem willing enough to be one for that child!"
"What're you talking ab-"
"This morning! He pulled you from the dream to be with him! Don't act like you have no idea what I'm talking about!"
Jack's eyes widened in realization, and he froze, looking up at the grey man above him. "You...you mean Jamie?! We weren't...he wasn't..."
"Spare me your lies, Frost." His lips trailed over the unblemished skin of Jack's neck. "You swore your body to me. Clearly I need to mark my territory better."
"What's that supposed to- AH!" The winter spirit cried out in pain, when Pitch bit down on the sensitive flesh, nearly breaking through the skin.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" He pulled away slightly, licking the quickly darkening mark. "Let me help with that..." A hand wandered down to take Jack in his hand, stroking the teen until he felt him start to harden. Pitch's finger smeared the precum that had started to seep out all over the tip, while his mouth moved down to the teen's shoulder.
Jack bit his lip to hold back a groan, as the pleasure started to hit him. "Pitch, please dON'T-" He screamed out yet again, when he felt another harsh bite on his shoulder. Pitch continued his trail of biting, arousing the winter spirit further between each one. Jack was sure he'd never felt anything as torturous as this. For every two steps he took forward in pleasure, he was brought back a step in pain. Eventually, though, he reached a point where even those harsh bites sent pleasure shooting through his system.
After a particularly hard bite on his inner thigh, Jack couldn't hold it back anymore. As his orgasm slammed through him, he spilled himself into Pitch's hand, his back arching of the bed. When he collapsed back down, gasping, the Nightmare King only smirked from where he sat between the teen's legs. He brought his hand lower to push two cum-slicked fingers into Jack's entrance, scissoring his fingers and watching the younger spirit's reaction.
When he heard a soft moan at his touches, Pitch wasted no time in lining up with his entrance, thrusting himself deep inside with a moan of his own. Pushing Jack's legs up high to his chest, the older spirit thrust in a few more times, tearing more moans from teen. He suddenly stopped after he hit his prostate once, forcing Jack to look at him. "I'm the only one who can make you feel like this, Jack. Only I know your body this well..." Before the winter spirit could reply, Pitch thrust into his prostate again, and his head fell back to the bed with a gasp instead.
As Pitch continued to bring his pleasure to new heights, the Nightmare King didn't notice the single tear that escaped those icy blue eyes, trailing down his pale cheek. Though his body ached for more and screamed in rapture...Jack's heart wept.
Just a few things:
1. Yes, I gave Jamie a little brother. I needed to because I needed an older Jamie but also still have a little kid around (you'll see why later) and Sophie would be too old then.
2. I cannot say how tempting it was to throw in some BenneFrost when Jamie woke Jack up from that dream. Just saying. Haha