Emma and Rose: Chapter 1
"Jack is going to be so surprised!" squealed Tooth, picking up the kit's overnight bags stuffed with toys, blankets, and in Hunter's case, books. "A little vacation is just what you two need!" Aster nodded, the three days of constant sleep after Easter leaving him rejuvenated and full of energy, though the time often drained Jack, being their kit's sole caregiver. Since Hunter's birth, Mother Nature had shown up almost daily to help around the house, feeling guilty about her part in the rushed miracle. While she was still on thin ice with Aster (First videotaping him and his mate having a good romp in their own nest, THEN literally scaring Jack into premature labor), Jack had more or less forgiven her when he realized that her being around left him free to bond more with the kits. Now, she showed up during Aster's three day hibernation, and cleared out as soon as he began to stir.
"Can't neglect the ruddy show pony. He's been moodier than North on a diet since I started preparing for Easter." Smirked Aster, Joy hopping about, cheering about visiting auntie Tooth (a name Tooth strongly approved and enforced) while Hunter peeked out shyly from behind his leg. Joy had only turned eight a few weeks ago, and Hunter was now six and a half, and was still small and frail for his age and species, but undeniably brilliant.
"Don't worry." She said, ushering the kits out the door. "They're in good hands. Sandy will bring them back once your little honeymoon is over." As Tooth and the kits disappeared into a portal, Aster couldn't help but grin. Jack wasn't the only one starved for attention, and if tonight went well, neither would be leaving the bedroom for the next week.
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Jack landed gently on the Warren's soft grass. Jamie was always understanding of the other, and now that he was twenty two Jack felt less guilty about burdening him with relationship issues, and less awkward about the root of is current problem.
"Stupid Kangaroo." He huffed. He didn't know what to blame it on; the season, the fact that Aster's libido was rubbing off on him, or his love of children, but he knew what he wanted and Aster wasn't listening to him when he tried to talk to him. He wanted another baby, and Aster was asking it RIDICULOUSLY difficult to even mention. He had gotten off the birth control North had more or less forced him to take a month before Easter, hoping for a little alone time before the rush, but NO! The stupid egg golems had nearly flooded the Warren by falling in the paint river. But, now that Easter was over and there was a long time to relax, come Hell or high water he was going to tie down the Pooka and make him listen.
"Oh Kangaroo, I'm-" Jack stared blankly at the living room, devoid of playing kits, candles and Chinese takeout on the coffee table. "Home…?" He squeaked as he felt furry arms wrap around him, a furry head on his. He looked up and ice blue met forest green, his hands gently gripping Aster's forearms.
"About time ya came back." Purred Aster. "Was thinking ya were mad at me."
"I AM." Huffed Jack , remembering his earlier annoyance. He couldn't suppress a content sigh as Aster slowly rubbed his sides, nuzzling the silverette affectionately.
"Want me to change that?" he asked. Jack resisted, wanting to get it across to Aster he was in the proverbial dog house when a thought hit him. He smiled deviously at the Pooka, relaxing into his touch.
"You can start with a massage." He said, rolling his shoulders. "A nice thorough massage." Still purring softly, Aster sat Jack down on his lap, slowly rubbing his mate's shoulders while he breathed in his scent. MiM how he missed this; being close, just spending some time in each other's arms; a rarity now that Hunter and Joy were older.
"Oooh…there…" groaned Jack, feeling the Pooka work away at a tense knot in his back. "Fuck yeah…" Aster chuckled, moving a bit lower.
"I knew you had ulterior motives." Aster smirked, caught red pawed as he massaged the spirit's hips, surprisingly shapely from the births of their kits.
"Making up for lost time." He purred, kissing Jack's ear.
"So NOW you have time for me?" huffed the teen, crossing his arms.
"I gotta work-"
"You could have let the egglets handle ONE morning shift." Huffed Jack. "One month, fine. Easter prep, I get it but TWO?! You're evil."
"Shush Snowflake." Laughed Aster. "We have the whole week; no kits, both of us are off, Mother Nature is handling the snow for the week. I'm all yours, ya bloody show pony." Jack seemed to consider it a moment, before crawling around on Aster's lap and straddling his hips, facing the Pooka with a serious expression laced with a lecherous grin.
"All mine, huh?" he said. "Well, I think I know what we can do…"
"Really?" said Aster, trying to pretend Jack wasn't trailing an icy finger down his chest. "And what exactly is that?"
"Well, it involves about every flat surface in this burrow…" began Jack swiveling his hips. "How sturdy do you think the kitchen table is?"
"As a rock."
"Good." nodded Jack. "I'm done beating around the bush Bunny. I want you to toss out all those stupid rubbers North keeps hiding around, fuck me through the floor and we work on giving Hunter and Joy a new little brother or sister." Aster grinned, but gave him a look.
"Didn't North-"
"I've been off the pill for two months." He said. "Hurry up Kangaroo, before I change my-"
"You just dug your own grave." Purred Aster, cupping Jack's ass as they made out on the couch, Aster slowly lowing Jack down onto the cushions, Jack wrapping his arms around Aster's shoulders, happily enjoying the taste of chocolate and carrots (not a bad combination in his book) that was forever present in his mate's mouth.
"Yummy." groaned Jack, arching his back deliciously. Aster kissed down to Jack's collar bone, paws slowly raising up his mate's blue sweater, exposing a pale stomach and chest. Jack giggled a bit as Aster's whiskers tickled his skin, the Pooka nipping at his shoulder. It had been so long since the two had time to 'play' together, and each touch sent waves of pleasant heat up Jack's spine, skin tingling.
Didn't mean he wasn't going to tease the Hell out of the Pooka. Winning an immense battle with himself, he pushed off Aster, grinning, wagging his finger as Aster frowned and tried to pin him again. With a small crack, Aster found his feet and paws frozen to the ground, Jack standing up in front of him.
"Don't move." He said, snickering. He was going to put his mate through Hell, starting with a quick trip to the kitchen and bedroom. "I'll be right back." Aster barely bit back a groan of frustration, the ice too thick to break. He'd have to wait until Jack freed him, and only MiM knew when THAT was. While he made a mental note NEVER to ignore Jack in favor of Easter again, a slow clicking filled his ears. He jumped as icy hands rubbed down his shoulders, Jack's small giggles coming from behind.
"Snowflake…" he groaned, Jack lightly licking the length of his ear while he trailed his now gloved fingers down his chest. "Yer pure evil, ya know that?" He heard Jack chuckle, a bottle of chocolate syrup landing on the couch.
"Like you complain." He purred, showing off his bare arms and white gloved fingers, slowly trailing a finger up and down Aster's length. A gust of wind carried and extinguished the candles, the food with it, to the kitchen counter, Jack slowly rounding the couch. Aster's mouth went dry, his erection standing to full attention. Jack had on pure white underwear with a miniskirt that didn't even cover his crotch as he stood, a fluffy white (FAKE, of course) bunny tail sewn to the back. Translucent silk with white fuzzy trim covered his chest in a sex little tank top, the only tie just under his biceps, stomach and most of his shoulders exposed as he slipped the spaghetti straps down. On his head was a white headband with two slender, pure white bunny ears.
"Bloody Hell Jackie…" Jack smirked, watching Aster's eyes go dark with lust. Picking up the syrup, he popped open the cap, and knelt on the ground between Aster's thighs. Slowly he drizzled the syrup on Aster's cock, licking his lips seductively. Capping and tossing the syrup aside, he licked a few drops sliding off the side of his mate's cock, groaning orgasmicly while Aster watched him. Slowly, oh so painfully slow, he paced himself, occasionally letting out a loud slurp or groan to keep Aster under his thumb, continually bringing him o the brink and denying him release. Aster growled, a small part of him outraged Jack was sinking to this level the other and much larger part enjoying the ride. When Jack was in the mood, he could be one kinky little fucker. Jack released Aster's cock with a wet pop, licking his lips while planning his next line of attack. One look at his tight underwear and he had his wonderful, evil, brilliant plan. Taking a step back, Jack sat on the coffee table, spreading his legs just so as he slipped his underwear to the side, exposing his quivering entrance. Smiling as he looked into Aster's eyes, he picked up the syrup and coated his fingers, then slid the first inside. He cringed a bit, the intrusion painful after his long dry spell. Aster watched, panting, as Jack added his second and third finger, searching for his-
"Oh FUCK!"
Found it.
Aster pulled at his ice bonds, one foot coming free as the ice melted, Jack too distracted to keep it solid in the heat. Jack had a pleased look on his face, a bit of chocolate-tainted drool leaking from his lips as he slammed his fingers back in, jabbing at his special spot.
"Ahmnnm! A-Aster!" he purred, imagining it was his mate inside him. Suddenly two furry paws pushed up Jack's legs, his pale knees touching the wood of the coffee table as Aster positioned himself. Jack moved his fingers seconds before Aster slammed in, tearing a pleasured sob from his lips. Jack squealed as Aster slid in deeper, until his furry hips were firmly against Jack's ass. A pressure gave inside him, though not the pain of Aster passing where he should never pass, a tiny little bubble in his stomach popping up.
"Fuck, I think your in my-" Jack didn't get a chance to finish that thought as Aster pulled out and slammed in the same spot, scraping mercilessly against Jack's prostate. Aster grinned as Jack screamed and mewled his name, nails digging into his shoulders. Jack wanted another kit? Well, he'd damn well give him one. Jack wanted to tease? He wouldn't be leaving the bed for the whole week. Aster growled as Jack came, arching his back beautifully as he sprayed sticky white over himself and Aster's fur. Aster could have sworn he heard a small squeak from the door, but couldn't bring himself to care as he neared piston speed, slamming into Jack as harshly as he could without breaking his mate.
"Nhgn-mo-ah! As-EEE! Aster!" Jack convulsed again, screaming loudly as Aster filled him up, his own release captured between them as Aster pulled Jack in tightly, hips shaking as he emptied himself exactly where he needed to go for their third child, the small space inside Jack filling and heating. Jack's head lolled back, eyes rolling back in his head as he passed out, the intense orgasm after so long without too much for the fatigued spirit. Slowly, as to make sure every drop stayed inside, Aster pulled out, positioning Jack so his hips were slightly raised in their embrace to keep it all in. Jack sighed contently, unconsciously nuzzling into Aster's fur. Aster sighed, his own body slowly coming down from the high. Lightly he chinned Jack, rubbing his scent all over the spirit, strengthening his permanent mark on his mate. The egglets pulled a blanket over the couple as Aster's eyes closed, breathing in Jack's scent, the little eggs turning out the lights as their master and his mate cuddled in dream land.
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"Come on Jamie!" huffed Sophie, now seventeen. "You have to apologize to Jack! You totally acted like a douche!"
"Look, he looked exhausted and I do NOT want to be caught between him and bunny in another argument." Argued Jamie, trying to get out of confronting the annoyed winter spirit. He'd rather give Jack a week to cool off before apologizing, but Sophie would have none of it, dragging him down to the Warren as soon as she found out about Jamie's snarky attitude with Jack. Just because he couldn't confess to Cupcake didn't mean he had to be an ass about Jack's issues about wanting a third kit.
But, something was off when they arrived. The stone golems and egglets were nowhere to be seen around the burrow, though lights were still on. Instead they patrolled a good distance away. Curiosity piqued, both walked up to hear muffled voices.
"Shit, I KNEW they'd be having a row." Sophie opened the front door and dragged him in.
"Well, interrupt it and apologize to-" Both squeaked as they looked into the house, having a perfect view of the living room. Quickly Sophie shut the door as Jack screamed release, her face practically glowing red while Jamie dumbly stared at the door.
"…They need a lock." He mumbled, turning and walking away before either caught them, hoping to crawl under his bed and claw his eyes out, the vision of the Easter Bunny plowing Jack through the coffee table burned into his retinas. He knew they were active in the bedroom(Come on! Giant rabbit and immortal teenager!) but never in a million years did he EVER want to see his close buddy Jack with his legs around Aster's hips and a cock buried inside him. He looked, seeing Sophie glancing at the burrow as they retreated. "Soph?"
"That was kind of hot…" she said blushing. Jamie face palmed.
"I've lost my sister to the dark side." He mumbled.
"Join us. We have cookies." Smirked Sophie, skipping ahead.
It would be a long time before he could comfortably talk to Jack, and even longer before he stopped fearing his sister's computer history.