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A/N: Dear Vampire Kurama, thank you for your kind words. To SpSkater411, thank you, your review made me laugh my ass off. To kat, I am beyond touched that you would dedicate yourself to my story alone for this genre, alas, today is the last day of this stories growth, so you might wont' to either a. find someone else to read (there are tons of beautiful stories out for ROG) or b. read some more of my work…either way, I hope you all enjoy the end. For this is the end, and I think I'm going to cry *sniff* I never thought my baby would grow up so quickly!

Chapter fifteen: The end.

Recap: And once the two friends are done frolicking in the snow, his inner Sam whispered teasingly, you can set about getting into Jack Frost's pants…

Inner Sam couldn't have been more right if she'd tried, not that she would, after all, everything that came out of her mouth was perfect just the way it was, yes folks, this included her barf. Although, how an inner voice (subconscious, Sam laughed) could barf was beyond him.

Any who, back on topic (or back onto, Sam snickered) Sam was right, as usual, about Danny quickly setting to work on—as she so eloquently put it—getting into Jack's pants. In fact, if the angry shouts of his peasants (oh, he so loved being King) and people in general (why bother discriminating them further, they were all his willing slaves), was any indication, he went about it a wee bit to swiftly. For, as soon as Pitch had straightened and declared that he would move on to terrorize New York (Washington, he said, was far to drool for his tastes) Danny had swooped down, captured the snowy beauty in his arms, savoring the surprised yelp, and flew off into the distance, completely and utterly forgetting about his duties as a hero and leaving his people confused, scared, disorganized, and letting loose terror incarnate on several innocents in another part of the world.

But, really, who gave a shit anyway? It's not like Pitch would kill anyone—if some did die, it would be by their own stupidity—and besides, Danny wasn't the only hero in the world (he was just the hero), they could live without him for a day or, perhaps…a few weeks.

"Danny," Jack gasped, snowy locks falling into his eyes as his back arched against the bed, "are you really going to have sex with me looking like that?"

Ah, how lovely, those eyes sparkling with mischief even now.

Wait, looking like what?

"If I may be so bold," Jack laughed as he rose onto his elbows (oh yes, his mind screamed, do be bold you sexy little-), "I'd prefer it if you'd be in your human form this round."

Human form?

Wait! He was willing to go for another round? Oh hell yes!

"Anything for you my dear." Was the teasing reply as a set of glowing rings lit up the room.

Alas, what else the snow beauty was going to say was lost in a clash of lips, for Danny's human form, it appeared, had far less control over its urges then its counterpart…maybe it's the whole dead thing…

Nonetheless, the two flopped back in bed, Danny trailing kisses down a pale neck as Jack rubbed circles into his back.

The boy underneath him, it seemed, had an infuriating amount of self-control, for he let out no sounds as Danny kissed down his lithe form, all the way to his feet. One quick glance up warned Danny of the game he was playing, Jack's eyes still sparkling with humor, lips, bruised blue from Danny's aggressive assault, quirked into a smug grin, 'I'm winning', that all too beautiful face declared.

Ah, yes, if it was an endurance game Jack wanted, then Danny would have to try ten times harder, for he was already…well…hard.

With a growl the hero pounced on his prey, determined to win and have the beauty squirming underneath him.

Biting down on a light blue nipple, he licked and sucked, left hand handling the other. The boy let out one delightful gasp, sending shivers down the hero's spine, before he firmly sealed his lips, eyes fluttering closed for a mere second before they flew open with a laughing determination.

Soon it was Fenton himself who was under assault as chilly hands fluttered over his chest and icy lips nipped at his ears.

'Danny: 1, Jack:30' his inner Sam sung, causing a growl to bubble up in his throat.

Oh, if Jack wanted to use dirty tricks (how on earth is he using tricks? Sam laughed) then so be it, but so was he. The dangerous grin, full of teeth, and looking a little too much like Dan, made the Winter Spirit shiver in delightful fear.

The gasps that soon flew out into the room as Danny bite into Jack's throat turned into breathy moans, and that mischievous shimmer was soon hooded in pleasure.

It didn't take long from there to get the boy ready and on his stomach as Danny pushed inward (such little patience! Sam cried, why must you rush?!).

"Are you liking the show?" Danny growled absentmindedly as he felt Jack's muscles clench against him and heard the boy's light moan as he took him all in.

'Oh hell yes! Sam declared, but this is so poorly narrated and far too quick!'

"Oh, just shut up, it's not my fault the author sucks at this!"

'Yes it—'

"Danny," it was Jack's turn to growl, "are you going to fuck me or are you going to continue talking to imaginary voices?"

"Funny you should mention that," the hero laughed as he gave on quick thrust, hitting Jack's sweet spot and turning him into a moaning mess, "after all, not so long ago," another thrust, "you where one too!"

And this continued threw out the night, and into the next day.

"Wait!" Sam cried, quickly standing up, letting her chair tumble to the ground as she stared into her mystic ball, "you can't just end it there!"

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A/N: Yes, I can. Anyway, besides the whole Final Fantasy Advent Children reference, I apologize for this all too crappy scene. I've never been good at writing about sexual intercourse, sure, I can do the whole make out thing, and even torture, but sex…it's just not in my domain, and, apparently, not in this stories either. And, yes, the "inner Sam" was actually the real one watching everything from her crystal ball.