Jack sat at the kitchen bar in Jamie's house, watching his friend bustle around making snacks for his little brother. "Sophie! Get your butt in here and make your own snack!" he called down the hall with a laugh. He heard a grumble down the hall, before he saw the blonde making her way into the kitchen.
"Why can't you just make me something, Jamie? You're already making Jeremy's." She crossed her arms with a huff.
"Because you're fourteen, and he's five. You can make your own snack." Sophie stuck her tongue out at her older brother, but she reluctantly started looking around to see what she wanted to make. The small blond giggled and clapped, laughing at his sister. Jack tried to smile, but he didn't really succeed. Instead he leaned forward to rest his chin on his arms on the counter. After double checking that his hood was still up and hiding his marks, he just sat and watched the siblings banter with each other. When he turned and saw his sister buttering a slice of bread and reaching for the bottle of honey, Jamie sighed. "Really, Soph? You couldn't think of anything healthier to snack on?"
Sophie shrugged, grinning over at him, as she started squeezing out the honey on top of the buttered bread. "What? This is what I want. Maybe next time you'll think about that before telling me to make myself something," she laughed.
Jamie rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You really do have the weirdest eating habits, though." None of them noticed the widening blue eyes that were glued to the sight, watching as honey drizzled out in streams from the bottle. They didn't see the internal struggle the spirit had to stop himself from automatically licking his lips, remembering the last time he'd had honey...
"Pitch!" The winter spirit ran breathlessly into the room, looking around for the Nightmare King. He whipped around, when he heard a dark chuckle behind him.
"I don't think you've ever arrived this fast after a call, Frost. Eager, are you?" He was leaning against the door that he had shut after the younger spirit had run in.
"Pitch..." Jack breathed out, before he practically threw himself at the man in front of him. He crashed their lips together with a moan, pulling away briefly only to say, "That was the best dream you've ever sent me..."
With a grin, Pitch dodged his next kiss, but he kept their bodies close. "I didn't send it."
"Wha-?" The teen was silenced by a grey finger and a golden look so full of lust that it made his toes curl in pleasure already.
"It was all your dream, Jack..." Pitch leaned down to whisper huskily in his ear. "I was going to taint it, use it to call you...but imagine my surprise when I get there and find that your mind has already concocted an absolutely delicious dream for me." He grinned. "Who knew that naive little Jack would be having erotic dreams of the Boogeyman licking honey off of his naked body?"
"I...I didn't..." Jack stumbled for what to say.
"I think I'd rather like to try it..." His tongue shot out play along the rim of Jack's ear, eliciting a shuddering moan from him. Before the winter spirit knew what had happened, his hoodie was yanked off and he was pinned to the bed by the other spirit, their lips crashing together in a desperate kiss.
When Pitch finally pulled away slightly, only to tear off his coat, Jack sat up. "But you don't have any h-" He was suddenly pulled back onto the bed, his wrists being tied together in front of him by shadows. The teen couldn't do anything but watch, as a jar was carried into the Nightmare King's hands by nightmare sand. Pitch chuckled, stirring the golden substance. As Jack watched him, the imp that so frequently got him in trouble poked him with its fork. "You know," he said mischievously, "the best way to get honey off skin is to lick it away."
"Is it?" A slow, wicked grin spread over the older spirit's face. He let the spoon slip as he stirred, honey getting all over his hand, and he held out his honey-covered fingers to the kneeling teen in front of him. "Show me." Suddenly embarrassed by his own brazenness, Jack took only a tentative lick. "You'll have to do better than that," Pitch challenged, rolling his eyes.
The winter spirit drew a grey finger into his mouth, sucking it like a sweet. Pitch groaned, and any embarrassment he had had melted away in the heat that flamed up between them. He moved to the next finger, then the next, his tongue slipping along the skin, as he looked up to meet the Nightmare King's gaze with his icy blue one. He finished one hand, then the other, taking his sweet time over each finger until the honey was gone, even lapping the last traces off his palm before he sat back. "See? All clean."
Pitch couldn't deny how much he had been aroused by the younger spirit's little display. With another sly smile, he lifted the spoon and dragged it down the side of his neck. "I'm not convinced. Show me again." Jack leaned forward, obediently, hungrily, and tongued away the sweetness, hearing him suck in his breath. By the time he sat back the second time, both of their arousal was evident. Pitch noticed that the teen had gotten honey all over his jaw. With a hungry look his hand grasped the back of Jack's neck and brought him closer, leaning down to suck the honey away from his face. The warm mouth moved slowly along the sticky jaw, taking ever more time over him than the teen had on his fingers and neck, until Jack could feel every suckle, every flicker of his tongue, shooting through the center of him.
When Jack opened his eyes, the older spirit was smiling down at him in that hungry way of his. How that look had ever frightened him, he couldn't comprehend. Now it only summoned his own rising appetites, wanton that he was. Wickedness lay in that smile. Sin that called him to sin with the King of Nightmares.
Without a word, Pitch rose and stripped out of his pants, ridding Jack of his as well. He picked the pot back up. "What are you doing?" Pitch didn't answer, but he crawled back up on the bed beside him, the honey in one hand. The older spirit pushed Jack back to lie on the bed, the shadows pulling his bound arms above his head and keeping them there. He stirred the honey, the spoon making a soft stutter across the bottom of the pot. Jack asked again, "What are you doing?"
"I wish to discover something," Pitch said.
"What?"
The Nightmare King shifted to kneel between his pale legs, nudging them wide apart, and Jack could feel his icy blush creeping along his cheeks at the way Pitch devoured him with his eyes. Stirring the honey once more, he held the jar over Jack's stomach and lifted the spoon.
Honey, still warm and thin from sitting in front of the fire, cascaded down over the cold skin. Jack gasped, his back arching, as he trailed it up, tracing slow, liquid spirals around his chest. Pitch took another spoonful and worked his way down this time, and Jack gasped again as the warm honey spilled across his growing erection. He trembled before the older spirit, already on the edge of pleasure even without him touching him. The heat from the honey poured into him, warming his body like nothing ever had before. It stoked up the coals of his desire, and he craved more, needed more from this man.
"I wish to discover," Pitch finally explained, as he set the jar of honey aside and bent over him, "which is sweeter. You, or the honey." Blue eyes widened, as that mouth set to work on his chest, lapping away every last trace of honey and making him writhe in want.
"Pitch..." Jack could only gasp, when the older spirit took a nice long lick up his dick. Pitch gave a soft moan, as the taste of sweet honey mixed with the pre-cum that was already oozing from the teen beneath him. Without another word, he looked up, meeting those piercing blue eyes, as he slowly took the swollen erection into his mouth inch by excruciatingly teasing inch. Pitch's hand moved up to the younger spirit's face, and Jack took his fingers into his mouth without a second thought, sucking on them eagerly. The Nightmare King let out a moan at the feeling, the vibrations in his throat making Jack let out his own low, gutteral moan. The teen couldn't stop himself from thrusting ever so slightly into Pitch's mouth.
With his free hand, the grey man held Jack's hips down, his other hand coming down to press a slippery finger into the teen's entrance. He moved to suck on the tip of his erection, flicking his tongue quickly along the slit and grinning inwardly as he was able to lure even more pre-cum from the member. A second finger slipped into Jack, soon followed by a third, and they began to scissor and thrust inside of him. When Pitch made another moan around his dick, Jack couldn't hold himself back any longer. His back arched off the bed, as he spilled himself into his lover's mouth, screaming his name.
Pitch swallowed the teen's cum with another moan, but he didn't stop his mouth. Hungrily, his tongue lapped up every last drop. Before he could even catch his breath, Jack felt himself getting hard again. He suddenly found that the shadows had released his hands, and he immediately reached down to bury them in the man's raven hair. "Nnnnn...Pitch...fuck me..." he moaned loudly at a particularly hard suck.
The Nightmare King pulled away from the fresh erection with one last lick, instead moving up the pale body like a predator, his eyes set on his next hunt. Without another word, Pitch's fingers pulled out of the winter spirit, instantly replaced by his own cock. Jack's arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, crashing their lips together hungrily and hiding his cry of pleasure. It wasn't long before Pitch was simply pounding into the winter spirit, both of them plundering the other's mouth desperately. When they finally climaxed, it was with loud moans and screams from both sides.
They collapsed against each other, breathing hard, but Pitch didn't pull himself out. Jack managed to chuckle breathlessly. "Well, I am sure damn glad that you happened upon that dream..."
"As am I..." With a sly grin, Pitch reached over to dip his finger in the nearby honey pot, bringing it back over and letting it drip a little into the winter spirit's mouth. Jack moaned softly at the taste and grinned, feeling his lover getting hard again inside of him.
"I think this is going to be a long night." The only response he got was Pitch thrusting into him again, their mouths returning to their explorations.
Jack's gaze hadn't moved or faltered in the slightest. Then he heard something in the back of his mind trying to warn him that somebody was talking to him. He snapped out of his trance, sitting up and looking around.
"Jack?" Sophie was staring at him with an odd expression. She held out her sandwich. "Did you want one? You were staring at it for a while there." She chuckled.
"N-no!" He looked down awkwardly. "I mean...no thank you."
The blonde teenager shrugged, bringing the dripping sandwich to her mouth. After taking a bite, she was about to leave the kitchen, but something caught her eye and she froze. "Is that-" She leaned over the counter, looking at Jack more closely. "Is that a hickey?! No way! Where'd you get a hickey, Jack?!" Her eyes lit up in excitement, having never been told about the actual situation he was in. Jamie nearly dropped the jar he was holding, whipping around to look at the spirit.
"No! It's not!" Jack jumped out of his chair and stepped back, pulling his hood further over his face.
"Yes, it totally is! Who gave it to you?"
"Sophie! Leave it alone, will you?" The brunette quickly folded up the peanut butter sandwich he had finished and handed it to his little brother. "Now, can you please take Jeremy and go play with him for a little while? I need to talk to Jack."
"But I don't-" she started to complain, but the look her brother gave her made her change her mind. With a sigh she picked up the squirming little blonde. "Come on, Jer. Let's leave these no fun losers." She stuck out her tongue at Jamie, but he ignored it.
As soon as he heard the door upstairs click shut, Jamie practically lunged for Jack. But the winter spirit was too fast. He quickly dodged out of the way. "Jamie, please..."
"Let me see, Jack."
"I can't-" his voice cracked. He tried to dodge again, but Jamie managed to snatch onto his wrist. Jack couldn't hold back a wince. Confused, Jamie looked down at the pale hand he held, only just now noticing the shadow of something darker barely hidden by the sweatshirt. He slowly pushed up the sleeve, revealing a yellowing bruise around the entire wrist where the shadow sand had bound him a week ago. Jack breathed out a "no," trying to break free, as Jamie kept pushing the sleeve up to reveal more bruises. These were scattered all over, the sickly green color making out the shapes of crescents.
Jamie's eyes widened. "These are..." With a growl, he pushed Jack against the wall, yanking the hoodie over the spirit's head. He immediately stepped back in shock, grasping the fabric with white knuckles. "That bastard! When? When did this happen?!"
Jack crumpled, sliding down to the floor, sobbing. His pale white body littered with the green and yellow of fading bruises. "L-last week..."
The brunette fell to his knees next to his friend, pity in his eyes at seeing him so broken. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I-I don't know..." He could hardly speak, the sobs wracking his chest. "Because I didn't want to admit you were right? Because I hate myself for letting it happen? Because I thought that maybe, just maybe...if I didn't say anything...it wouldn't be real..." He felt Jamie's arms wrap around him, rubbing his back soothingly. "But now it's real...I can't run from it anymore...I have to end it..." his voice faded to nothing more than a whisper, and he felt his heart breaking even more.
Jack leaned back against the tree trunk, looking out over the forest from the high up branch he was sitting on. He let his head fall back with a thump, staring up at the moon and breathing hard. With a moan, he shifted his position, trying to ignore the throbbing ache between his legs.
Damn you, Pitch! The teen groaned, visions of honey-covered sex flashing across his closed eyes, but he quickly snapped them open with a gasp. No! Don't you dare let him tempt you, Jack! You need to break it off, not give in again! Desperate, Jack summoned a snowball into his hand and shoved it down his pants. He hardly felt it as cold, but it was just barely enough to distract him and allow him calm down.
Minutes passed, followed by hours, until he had no idea how long he'd been sitting up there. It wasn't until he saw something dark dart beneath him, that he finally stirred. Jack sat up, eyes quickly looking around for a target until they found what they were looking for. He leapt down, turning to face the solidifying shadow of the Nightmare King. He turned his icy glare on him. "What are you doing, Pitch? You shouldn't be here." The winter spirit took a strong stance in front of him, gripping his staff tightly. I need to do this...
Pitch dragged him forward and wrapped his arms around the boy, leaning down to suck on his neck. "Well, how was I supposed to stay away? This is the third time now that you have refused my call."
Jack tried to wriggle away. "I just haven't felt up to it lately…"
"That's not very nice of you leaving me like that." He bit his neck, making the teen give a small cry of pain. "Not very nice at all."
"Pitch, please. I don't…" He struggled against him. The towering man crashed his lips down unforgivingly onto cold ones. He forced his tongue into the winter spirit's mouth, as shadows started to snake from his hands, binding him. Jack yanked himself away from the kiss, starting to spread ice wherever his hands touched. Having no choice, he grabbed onto Pitch's jaw, forcing him away. Jack jumped back a few feet, gasping for breath. "I can't do this anymore!" He could feel the last bit of his heart breaking as he said the words. The other man stood still for a few seconds, looking down as fury slowly overtook him. "Pitch...?" he whispered.
"A deal's a deal, Frost. Consider your end of it broken." Pitch shot a glare at him, golden eyes flashing dangerously silver, before shrugging the ice from his body and backing away into the woods, fading until all that could be seen of him was a pair of silver speckled eyes in the shadows. A ghostly howl echoed from the darkness, and Jack watched in terror as a wolf made of nightmare sand appeared next to its king. Wolf after wolf followed it out of the forest, prowling forward in anticipation. "It's time to see what my new nightmares can really do..."