Jack whimpered as pain ripped through his body, the room far too hot for his comfort and, more than likely, good health. His staff wasn't anywhere near, leaving him defenceless. He let out a long breath as he realized just how bad the situation was. It was dark, almost too dark to see, and the walls appeared to be made of…really familiar stone. Jack froze, shock rendering him speechless.
Pitch. He was in Pitch's lair. He was in Pitch's lair, completely defenceless and overheating.
He couldn't deny the tiny bolt of fear running down his spine.
"Welcome back, Jack." Said a silky smooth voice, gold eyes looking out from the shadows. Jack growled, glaring at the bogeyman.
"What do you want, Pitch?" he hissed. Staff or not, he was going to kick Pitch's ass if he got close enough. Pitch laughed.
"It's not what I want, dear Jack." He cackled. "Though this IS a good revenge. Such delicious nightmares to be had…But, I'm merely giving a gift to my newest comrade."
"It's not all bad, Snowflake." Jack started at the familiar voice, his mind begging his eyes to name the sight of the furry brown spirit a trick of the light.
"Hog?! What the Hell are you doing with PITCH?!" Jack froze as he felt furry lips on his, and for the first time he noticed a new silver ring in the Groundhog's eyes.
"Normally, I don't work with filthy animals, but THIS was too good to pass up." Chuckled Pitch. "I wonder…will that stupid rabbit still want you once you've been dirtied by someone else? Pookas were such…POSSESIVE creatures…" Jack shivered as he felt the Groundhog move in for another kiss.
"HELL no fur ball!" Jack cracked a fist against the Groundhog's snout. The beast growled attempting to grab at Jack while he kicked, squirmed and fought.
Heat be damned, Jack refused to go down without a fight.
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Aster sniffed at the air around the dark hole under the rotten old bed. He was picking up three scents; one of them making little sense to the ancient warrior.
Jack and Pitch, but where the Hell did the Groundhog come from? He couldn't help the prickling fear shifting down his spine. Last he checked, the pillock was still under Cupid's influence. His scent paired with Pitch Black's…
Aster refused to think about it. But, while Jack's distinct scent of a crisp winter morning mixed with cookies, sweets, and of course Aster's lingering scent, in the same place as his two most hated beings in the world sent bile creeping up his throat, it also gave a renewed sense of hope in the grey Pooka. His scent was strong. He had to be somewhere in that dark, dank hole. Aster readied his boomerangs, taking a deep breath as he plunged into the dark hole. Nightmares screamed ahead, the light fading into inky blackness. He didn't care who he had to rip to shreds to get Jack out.
He was leaving here with his little Snowflake, and possibly two trophy heads.
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Jack fought back tears as pain erupted in his hips; blood and cum running down his thighs, pooling on the ground. Pitch laughed maniacally in the background, the Groundhog affectionately nuzzling Jack's neck. Every inch stung and ached, his body covered in black and blue bruises. Scratches bled sluggishly, dark blue dripping slowly onto the ground as Jack's superhuman healing abilities patched up the damage. He looked like Hell, and he knew it.
"This is positively orgasmic." Drawled Pitch with a devious smirk. "The great Jack Frost, reduced to a filthy WHORE. The Guardians will be so DISGUSTED when they find out, especially the rabbit. He'll never want to see you again. That look…your face simply RADIATES defeat!" Pitch laughed and Jack felt white hot rage bubble up from his chest.
"Liar." He said, glaring at Pitch.
"What was-" Jack pushed himself up, his anger numbing the pain.
"You're a liar." Hissed Jack, grabbing the Groundhog's fur and, with a surprising amount of strength, shoving him into Pitch. "And you're wrong. You think a stupid little romp is enough to beat me down? HELL no!" Jack, stepped forward, fists raised. He couldn't do much with ice in here, but he knew he could do some damage with his fists.
Pitch chuckled, black sand swirling behind him. Jack cautiously pulled on his discarded leather pants, watching as nightmares slowly slunk around him.
"It wouldn't be fun if you didn't have any fight in you." He chuckled. Quick as lightning black sand shot from the walls, Jack narrowly avoiding the tendrils. Jack yelped as a tendril caught his right wrist, dragging him to the floor as another tendril wrapped around his left wrist, two more ropes of sand ensnaring his legs. The sand pulled him up and stretched him wide, the winter spirit struggling fighting the whole way. The Groundhog growled.
"This wasn't part of our deal." Pitch snorted, flicking his wrists. The Groundhog hissed as black sand restrained him, rendering him immobile.
"The deal was you work for me, and I get you the Frost boy." Said Pitch with a wicked grin. "But you haven't done my bidding yet. Be thankful I gave you an advance taste." Pitch pulled out a knife, the black sand pinning Jack to the wall.
"Pitch, get the fuck away from me or I promise I will personally drag you thorough the third ice age!" threatened Jack, attempting to kick at the advancing bogeyman. Pitch merely smiled, his gold eyes glittering with cold malice, the knife gleaming like freshly polished silver in the dull light. Jack shivered involuntarily as the knife dragged across his cheek, blood seeping from the shallow cut.
"Tell me Jack." Laughed Pitch. "How much blood can you afford to lose?" Pitch raised the knife, aiming for Jack's left hand, when suddenly a flying blur hit Pitch's bony hand with a crack, the knife clattering to the floor.
"Get yer filthy paws off him!" Growled Aster, catching his boomerang mid-jump, bolting towards Pitch. Pitch picked up the knife and snapped his fingers.
"Oh Hog~" all the air left Aster's lungs as a furry brown cannon ball barrelled into him from the other side of the room, the two crashing into the wall. Aster hissed, ears going flat as he clawed at his opponent, two sets of razor sharp teeth looking for a hold. Aster didn't care about the claws ripping into the skin on his back, only about getting the Groundhog off and getting to Jack. Jack let out a scream as the knife pierced his arm, distracting Bunny. Aster hissed as the Groundhog bit down on his shoulder, kicking his legs out into the other animal's stomach and chest, claws out and gouging into his belly. They two rolled across the floor, biting and scratching, growling and hissing like the animals they were. Blood soaked both pelts, much more noticeable on Bunny, while Pitch continued to cut and stab at Jack.
Suddenly the Hog was gone, the sound of cracking stone filling the room as green tendrils bored their way through, wrapping tightly around the Groundhog and making a beeline for Pitch.
"Stand down Pitch Black!" Bunny had never been so happy to see Mother Nature in his life as the vines shot towards Pitch.
"Stop!" said another voice. North nimbly hopped down into the cavern, swords at the ready. "Get spell off Hog! We go after Pitch!" Tooth screamed in rage as she shredded through the nightmares with her razor sharp wings, North going strait at Pitch. Aster sliced away the darkness binding Jack, thankful that the wounds were already healing. Though, the blood pooling on the floor was a testament to how weak Jack actually was, though he tried in vain to hide it. He was warm and shivering, his face flushed. Normally one would associate it with a fever, but for Jack to be this warm…
He needed out. NOW.
"Oh no you don't rabbit!" Aster held Jack tightly to his chest with one arm, fighting off nightmares with the other. The two were flung into a wall as Pitch got the upper hand on North, all three trapped in a corner as the fearlings moved in.
"FIRE!" Arrows and birds hailed down on the nightmares, a brigade of doves pecking an tearing away at the sand and arrows finishing them off. Cupid flew quickly above the army of fighting doves and Nightmares, grabbing a familiar wooden staff.
"A cold snap would be EXCELLENT right now Jack!" yelled Cupid as he tossed the staff towards the winter spirit. Aster nearly yelped as the body in his arms went from lukewarm to blistering cold, all red gone from his face as his injuries healed with a small sheet of frost stitching his skin back together. His eyes, tired and feverish before, were now sharp blue, like burning ice in a sea of blue flames. Wisely, Aster let Jack out of his embrace, the wind whipping about the cavern like an icy tornado, blowing the nightmares away like dust. Jack turned his angry gaze to Pitch, ice forming on his staff.
"Oh Pitch~" Pitch actually looked scared, his army gone and ally being healed by Mother Nature. "What was that about being defeated?"
"Do the honors mate." Said Aster, ready with his boomerangs. Pitch gulped as Jack raised his staff, ice hurled at him by the wind.
Pitch fell back into his shadows as the ice shards pierced his skin.
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"You shot me with one of your god damn arrows?!" yelled the Groundhog, whit bandages on his arms and stomach where Aster had done the most damage. "You IDIOT! No wonder most of the vacation was a blur and…wait, what the HELL was I doing with PITCH?!"
"To put it bluntly, ya were getting a little too hands on over Snowflake and ended up taking him against his will, but-" snarled Aster, only to be interrupted by Jack, who was snuggled quite happily on Aster's lap.
"You weren't in your right mind, thanks to SOMEONE." Cupid flinched at Jack's glare. "Forget about it. You aren't the first one to make a deal with Pitch. You weren't thinking clearly." The Groundhog let out a long sigh.
"Terribly sorry small stuff." He snorted. "Not gonna solve much, but I regret…doing whatever I did. Damn, now I got to visit that freak fetishist."
"Freak what?" asked Jack.
"Tooth." Said Aster. Jack gave his boyfriend a questioning look.
"Then what's a fetishist?" Aster tried to direct the conversation elsewhere but the Groundhog's loud laugh got Jack's attention first.
Damn.
"I swear to MiM Tooth gets off on shiny teeth." Snorted the Hog. "Count yourself lucky Bunny Foo-Foo only has a thing for body paint. EDIBLE body paint. Ever find the carrot flavor?" Aster's ears went flat against his head, teeth grinding in annoyance. He was about to go knock the Hog' block off when he felt small hands in his fur.
"Kinky." Snickered Jack, tracing the pattern of his markings on his right arm. "I've got a nice little canvas for you if your interested~" Sandy coughed on his eggnog, little symbols flashing over his head, clearly not believing his own ears as Jack giggled and Aster floundered in embarrassment. North crushed his mug handle, poor elf getting a mug to the head, even if he didn't mind licking up the hot chocolate from the floor. A sudden evil laugh startled both lovers, Tooth and a few little fairies holding up camcorders and cameras.
"I wonder how well I could get Cupcake and Pippa to floss for a look at THAT little scene…" she cackled. Jack shot after her, but the fairies were too quick. While he chased them down, yelling at Tooth, Aster felt a crushing hand on his shoulder.
"What This I hear of body paint?" Aster gulped.
No nightmare Pitch could give would ever be as bad as North's shovel talk, second edition.