WARNING: This story contains rape, violence, language, bdsm, yaoi, and should only be viewed by those mature enough to handle it.
PS: Contains black ice and frostbunny
Pitch loomed silently in the darkness, watching over his prey, Jack Frost, sleeping happily in the snow. It was driving him crazy knowing that they lived so close together, yet he was never able to cast his revenge upon that naive little brat. Not yet, any way. He wanted to wait, to wait for the perfect moment.
"Sleep well, Jack." Pitch whispered into his ear before laughing darkly and causing nightmares to consume the rest of his dream.
Pitch stood to leave but found himself looking back, watching Jack squirm in the snow. It was actually kind of cute, the way he started breathing heavily, whispering silent pleads to make the nightmares stop, and his cute little chest rising up and down in anxiety. It was more than just cute, it was - adorable.
Pitch growled upon watching the boy. It wasn't worth it - it wasn't worth waiting days, weeks, months, or even years for what he oh so desperately wanted - and he wanted him!
Pitch jumped at Jack and covered his mouth before seeing those ocean blue eyes shoot open in shock.
"Pitch?" He mumbled in confusion before pushing all thoughts into anger. Pitches hand tightened around his mouth.
"Good morning Jack." Pitch grinned down at Jack, who stared back in disgust.
"Get off of me you freak!" Although he was yelling, everything came out in muffled noises. Moments past and yelling turned into thrashing, beating his hands against Pitches chest and kicking the air.
"Be a good boy Jack, and I may consider being nice." Jack down bit down on his hand, drawing blood and causing him to pull away. "Ah! Damn it!" Jack reached for his staff just to have it kicked away by Pitch. "You shouldn't have done that, boy." Pitch grabbed a handful of Jacks hair and started bitch slapping him for several minutes, inflicting pain and enjoying every second of it. At first Jack fought with all his might, but started losing his energy all to soon. Moments past and Pitch finally stopped to laugh.
"That wasn't very nice, Jack." He touched the bruise on Jack's face and shook his head. "Tsk tsk. Look what you made me do." Jack lay frozen in the snow, eyes wide open and his body paralyzed with fear. He's never felt true pain before, not until now, that is. "You should have known better, known not to bite m. I'm not a very pleasant person, especially when angered." Pitch rose his fist and brought it down on Jack's temple, which knocked him out quickly and painfully. "Easier than I thought." He frowned. "I thought you would put up more of a fight."
Pitch let go of Jack and sat there in silence, watching him sleep and breath heavily from the fear. It was no lie that Jack was adorable, cute, and most likely (to Pitches hopes) virgin. If an immortal dies a virgin their body heals back to virginity, which was the most perfect way to torture good ol' Jack.
He picked him up bridle style and carried him threw the wind and snow. He hadn't noticed this before, but the snow fell gently, but when he attacked Jack everything turned into a full out storm. It was freezing and would most likely kill a few of the wild animals in Burgess. This weather was sudden, unpredictable, and would most likely rise the attention of the guardians. Great. He should have waited, but Jack was just too adorable. He wanted him in his grasp, to be able to torture him, to make him pay.
Jack's eyes opened slightly, staring up at pitch and letting his head fall back limply, letting darkness take him away from reality and back into his murderous nightmares. Pitch threw him down the whole and waited before hearing his body hit the floor with a thud and most likely putting him threw great pain. Pitch grinned. This was going to be fun.