Author Notes: Here's chapter five, guys! This story is going very well so far in my opinion. Also, in case you haven't noticed, the rating has gone up a little because I want everyone to be safe. This chapter mentions an erection and I'm not sure if that should go under M rated, but I've put it under T rated for now. If you don't like to read about penises, then by all means, stop reading this story right now. You have been warned. "This is scaryk26 saying: HAVE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN READING!"

Morning in the Boogeyman's lair...

Pitch's mind was slowly waking up, as was his body. He cracked one eye open and quickly shut it again. Although there was no daylight in his room, the torches were rather bright... and annoying. He groaned and turned over onto his right side, hoping to block some of the light. This plan would've worked, of course... if only he didn't put torches on all sides of the room, making it impossible for him to avoid the light. He opened an eye again and closed it again. He growled quietly. He really hated mornings. He sat up in his bed and let the blanket lay loosely over his lower body. He sighed deeply, not prepared to start this day. Maybe he would feel better after a morning bath.

He slithered out from under the blanket and stood limply on the cold floor. He yawned and stretched his arms up above his head releasing a pop from his shoulders, then he flung his arms out in front of him cracking his elbows, then he twisted his wrists until they cracked five times and then he cracked his fingers. He placed his hands firmly on his bare back and bent back so that his hair touched the back of his knees. After he cracked his back he straightened his legs so that his knees almost bent backwards to crack them, then he sat down on his bed, stretched each of his legs out and twisted his ankles until they cracked five times as well. He always did this every morning to make sure his bones and joints would be functioning properly before he started his day. This would usually stop him from getting cramps later on. After he completed his morning stretches he walked into his bathroom to prepare his bath.

He rinsed out the bath with a little jug that he would use to wash his hair with. He only used a jug if he needed to wash his hair in a hurry or if he wasn't in the mood for a bath, though the last one is extremely rare for Pitch. He loves his baths and it's a good way for him to relax and unwind, especially after a hard day. If he did use the jug he would stand, or rather kneel, over the edge of the bath, fill up the jug, pour the water over his head and wash his hair. Though, personally, he prefers to wash his hair in the bath so he can lie back with his head in the water and relax. (Sounds very nice. :) Anyway, back to the bath.) After he rinsed the bath out he put the plug in and turned the hot tap on. He also put a little bit of bubble bath in. He likes to pamper himself. A lot.

While his bath was filling up he returned to his bedroom to make the bed and get out some fresh clothes. He pulled the pillows back onto the bed and rearranged them one by one. He then pulled the blanket part way over the pillows and straightened it out. He picked up his clothes from the floor and tossed them into the washing basket near his wardrobe. He opened up the wardrobe door and pulled out a clean robe and a pair of black leggings. These were what he called his 'work clothes'. Yes, the Boogeyman does in fact wear human clothes too, only when he's having a day off. Though I should really say 'human styled' clothes. He had to copy the pattern from most clothes and make them himself to fit. He couldn't go to a tailor and have them fitted for him, now could he? He was invisible to adults because of lack of belief. Obviously. Being 8ft tall had it perks and all, but not for when it comes to wearing human clothes. He could feel a strange presence lurking nearby. Maybe it was that Fearling again. He closed the wardrobe door and turned around. His jaw almost dropped when he saw not the Fearling, but its Mistress. Sitting rather seductively on the edge of his bed. She smiled, her eyes slightly hooded. He swallowed, hoping she could not sense his nervousness.

"Nice anatomy." She said cooly. He cocked his head and looked down at himself. His eyes widened as he realised that he was still naked. He covered himself with the clothes in his hands and scowled at her, a deep purple blush covering his face. She chuckled and leaned back on the bed so she was holding herself up on her elbows.

"How long have you been here?" He asked impatiently.

"Long enough." She replied with a smirk and a wink. His blush only got worse and he looked down, feeling embarrassed and rather ashamed. She laughed and crossed one leg over the other, exposing her tight-fitting leggings. Her movement forced him to look up, not moving his head, and watch as she slowly slid one leg over the other, teasing him. His eyes were fixated on her long thin legs. It took him at least a full minute to gather his mental and physical strength to avert his eyes and turn his head to one side. She giggled a little, thinking this was all rather amusing, having a man take interest in her like this. She stood up and sauntered over towards him, a cheeky smile plastered on her face. He glanced at her and turned his head to meet her gaze when he saw that she was only a few inches away from him. A funny feeling suddenly bubbled up in his belly, it felt like he had swallowed a butterfly. He didn't know what it was about this woman that made him feel this way, but it made him feel nervous... again. He couldn't help but back up, trying to create some space between them, but it was no good as she stepped closer and closer as he moved further and further. He eventually backed up into the wardrobe and froze as he could feel her surprisingly hot breath on his naked chest. They stared into each other's eyes for a while before she broke the silence. "A little shadow told me that you are going to see the Guardians today. Is that correct?" He had the words in his head, but he couldn't get them out. His mouth wouldn't obey his mind and stayed shut. He nodded very shyly instead. Damn! It's hot in here! He thought to himself. She smiled and bit her lip a little, leaning in closer. Their mouths were only 3cm away. He gulped as a single bead of sweat ran down the side of his forehead and down his cheek. She noticed this and smirked. "You do know I'm going to have to come with you, right?" He nodded once, as that was all he could manage. He felt very strange and confused. Why wasn't his body cooperating with him? Why did it feel like there was a nest of butterflies in his stomach? AND WHY WAS IT SO BLOODY HOT?! She purposely breathed on his lips making him shut his eyes and open his mouth slightly. His breathing was heavy and he couldn't think at all now. Suddenly, another strange feeling popped up out of nowhere. And it was right down in his precious parts. He felt slight pressure on his crotch and his eyes immediately snapped open.

"Wouldyouexcusemeforaminute? Ineedtocheckonmybath." And with that, he dashed off into the bathroom and slammed the door, locking it. He slid down the wall and into a crumpled heap on the floor. He sighed shakily and slowly looked down at himself. He gingerly removed his clothes and stared at his partially erect penis. This had never happened before. He knew what an erection was but he had never actually had one before. He breathed heavily as he watched it twitch, feeling very good as it did so. He had never experienced anything like this before, but he wasn't going to have it. Nope. He can't give in to her. He WON'T give in to her. He stood up and walked towards the bath, being very careful not to let his penis touch anything. As good as it felt to have an erection he had to put it away. He turned the hot tap off and turned the cold tap on, and left it to fill the rest the rest of the way up while he hung his clean clothes on the stand. He pulled out a towel from a nearby ottoman and hung that on the same stand. He sat down next to the bath and sighed. He looked at his, now full, erection and frowned. He was not going to give in to pleasure. Maybe the heat of the bath would settle him. He dipped his hand in the water and swirled it around until it was warm enough for him to enter. As soon as it was he turned the cold tap off, stepped into the bath and knelt down. He didn't want to sit in case he was wrong about the hot water settling him, but he couldn't kneel forever. He very slowly sat down and leaned back so that his back was pressed up against the bath. After a while of soaking himself and relaxing in his nice hot bath, he heard Raven knock on the door. He cleared his throat and finally spoke normally.

"Yes?"

"When do you think we should be departing?"

"After I've finished my bath and gotten dressed."

"Oh yes. Some clothes would be wise if you're going to visit the Guardians." He heard her giggle behind the door and he scowled. He looked back down at himself and saw that his erection was wearing off. He sighed and leaned back into the water and wet his hair. It didn't take him long to wash his hair because it was short and actually quite clean already. But he washed his hair every time he bathed. It saves him having to wash it later that day or during the week. He pulled the plug out of the plug hole and set it on the side. He stood up and stepped out of the bath, grabbing the towel on his right. He dried himself off and noticed that his erection had completely gone. He looked at the stand and also noticed that he forgot to grab his boxers from the dresser. He frowned and looked towards the door. He could ask her to get some boxers out for him, but that would mean that she would be going through his personal and private belongings and that he would be giving in to her. And that's not what he wants. So he pulled on his leggings that were so uncomfortable and tight against his nether regions and slipped on his robe. He huffed in discomfort as he walked towards the door and unlocked it. He opened it and glared at the older spirit. She smiled at him and stepped to one side allowing him to pass and enter his bedroom.

He stood at the foot of his bed with his back facing her, his hands behind his back. A very common position for the Boogeyman to be in. She could sense that he was uncomfortable in some way. She grinned and looked towards his dresser. His head tilted a little in the direction that she was moving. He wanted to keep a close eye on her while she was in his home. Then again he didn't want to keep his eye on her for too long in case he had another 'accident'. He was only glad that she didn't notice it. Or maybe she did, but hasn't said anything. She was standing very close to him. In fact, she was standing so close that her breasts were pushed up against his chest. He didn't want to say anything though. He actually quite enjoyed the feeling of her body on his. He smirked a little as he let those thoughts pass through his mind. He yelled when he felt something being pulled onto his head. It was only brief, for when he turned around, the pulling had stopped, but he could still feel something on his head. He snarled at a cackling Raven who was now stood quite far away from him. He looked up and saw something dark grey dangling above his head. He reached up and pulled off the dark grey material from his head and discovered that it was his boxers. He looked up and stared at her. How did she know he forgot his underwear? He was annoyed, embarrassed, thankful, angry and relieved all at the same time. Now this was new. Never before had he experienced five different emotions in one time.

"You best put them on before you go out. Don't want you being uncomfortable all the way through the visit, now do we?" Raven finally said once she gathered her senses. Pitch pouted slightly before turning round and pulling off his leggings. He hoped his robe would be wide enough to stop her from watching him 'organise' himself. He pulled on his boxers and leggings before turning round to face her once again. "Better?" She asked in a motherly voice with puppy dog eyes. He looked to the side feeling very embarrassed.

"Better."

"Good. Now, shall we be off?" She asked holding her hand out to him. He looked down at her hand, confused at what she wanted him to do. He looked up at her and raised an eye ridge. "I'm going to take us to the Guardians' location."

"I'll meet you there." He said with a snarky tone before dissolving into the shadow beneath his bed. She sighed, a little frustrated, as she summoned a flock of ravens that surrounded her until she vanished from the bedroom and reappeared in the Tooth Palace. They left her side and flew away, leaving her and the Guardians waiting for Pitch.