Pitch chuckled, putting an arm over his eyes. "Jack...you animal."

"I am not an animal," he huffed and crossed his arms.

Pitch looked over at Jack, a smirk on his lips. "We just did it three times. You are an animal."

"Well, what did you expect? I've had weeks to work up to it." Jack rolled over and nestled into his lover's side.

Pitch sighed happily and wrapped an arm around Jack. He draped a long leg over him, nuzzling into that white hair. "You were incredible. My love...my master."

"You did all of the work. You should get the credit." He buried his face against Pitch's neck, feeling a sudden dizzy spell wash over him before disappearing as quickly as it had come. He quickly shook the feeling away and gently kissed the man's soft skin.

"Are you alright? You went a little weak in my arms for a moment. Is my power of seduction too much for my little love?" He laughed and kissed Jack deeply.

Jack chuckled. "Or perhaps I am merely developing a minor case of narcolepsy." He smiled, his arms wrapping around his lover's neck.

"I prefer my theory better." Pitch rolled over on top of his lover and held him close. "I'd like to think it was seduction and not narcolepsy."

"I think you just don't want a sleepy lover because that would mean less fun for you." He winked up at him.

"You know me so well." Pitch gave him another deep kiss before moving down to nibble and lick the hollow in Jack's neck.

"I do. And even after all these weeks of getting to know you, I have still managed to miraculously fall even more in love with you than before."

"Really? My powers of seduction have made you fall more in love with me?" He leaned back, pumping the air dramatically. "And Pitch wins again!"

"And so do I." Jack smiled contentedly.

Pitch smiled down at him, tangling their fingers together in the air between them. "I know we can't do anything too official...but marry me. Just between us, say 'yes.'"

"Only so long as there is no documentation that could possibly lead to who I am. I'm not ready to leave you, Pitch. I'll never be ready to."

Pitch pulled a ring off his pointer finger and slipped it onto Jack's ring finger. "Do you, Jack, take me, Kozmotis, to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." He gave a soft smile, looking up at him. "And do you, Kozmotis, take me to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do. Obviously." Pitch leaned down to kiss Jack deeply. "My husband, my lover, my master."

"I love you, Pitch." Jack cupped the man's cheek with a smile.

"Enough to consummate the marriage?" Pitch quirked a brow, smirking down at him.

"Indeed. More than enough for that." He grinned, pulling Pitch down for a deep kiss.

ZZ

Pitch chuckled, struggling to pull his tie on. "You know, it's hard to get dressed when you keep undressing me."

"I can't help it." Jack sat back with a pout. "You know I hate the days when you have to actually go down to the factory instead of working here."

"I know, love." Pitch finished with his tie before turning around to nuzzle Jack's nose. "I would much rather stay here with you. You know that. To be so close, yet so far, is pure torture to me."

"At least only make it a half day? Or come home for lunch or something? I don't want to go the entire day without seeing you."

"Insatiable, lover." He smiled and licked the tip of Jack's nose. "I can't, unfortunately. I have a special case, and they take a long time to perfect."

"Alright." Jack frowned, getting out of the bed and pulling on one of the soft blue sweaters his lover had given to him. It was slightly too big and hung off one shoulder a little, but he loved it anyway. "Will you at least be home for dinner?"

Pitch went to him, kissing the bare shoulder a few times. "Of course. I wouldn't miss having dinner with my beautiful lover."

"Good. I'll make your favorite tonight, so you should try to be home early."

"Will you wear the apron I bought you? The one that shows off everything if you just so happen to be naked?" Pitch smiled and gave him the big, pleading eyes that he knew Jack couldn't resist.

"I'll see how I feel about how early you get back."

"If I know that you're going to be wearing it, I'll make sure to hurry back extra quick."

"Well, you know how much more willing I am to do things for you when I know if my husband will be back early enough."

"I promise I'll be back extra quick if you wear it for me. Only the apron."

"Then you had better make sure to hurry back, my love." Jack reached up to kiss his cheek with a twinkle in his eyes. "I'll be waiting, my heart yearning for you every moment we are apart." He turned to saunter over to the bathroom, the oversized sweater hanging just low enough to cover his bare ass.

Pitch took a deep breath and took the two large steps to pick Jack up into his arms. "Why the hell do you have to be so cute and romantic?" He nuzzled into Jack's neck, kissing and nibbling the skin.

Jack chuckled and held his lover's head close. "I can't help it that you bring out my romantic side."

"Holy crap, you are too cute!" Pitch held Jack close and walked towards the front door. "Why couldn't you be small enough to fit in my pocket? I could take you everywhere with me!"

"If only. I would far prefer spending the day with you than without."

Pitch growled before putting Jack down. "Leaving...I am leaving, damn it. Right...now..." He nibbled on Jack's bare shoulder, his hands cupping and gently squeezing his rear under the sweater.

With a laugh, Jack pulled away, kissing him gently one last time. "Go to work, my love. I will still be here when you are done."

Pitch groaned and pulled Jack back for one more kiss. "Leaving...right now!" He gave him a quick kiss before opening the door. He glanced back, his eyes looking Jack over. "Damn, you're beautiful. Like an angel."

"And my beauty will remain waiting for you until you return." He leaned against the doorway for a few moments, smiling at his love before closing the door behind him.

There was a soft knock at the door, a sound that was repeated once every couple seconds. Jack slowly opened the door to look back outside again. Pitch stood right outside, smiling. As soon as Jack opened the door, he darted in for a quick kiss. "Not going to say goodbye or at least wish me a good day?"

"Goodbyes are too sad and imply leaving." He smiled, kissing his lover's nose. "Have a good day, my love. Be productive and hurry home."

Pitch smiled and waved at him before walking down the hall. "Love you!"

"I love you too." Jack chuckled and leaned against the doorframe to watch the man disappear down the hall, his smile slowly disappearing as his happiness went with his love. He silently went back inside and locked the door behind him. I'll miss you...

The day slowly passed for him, finding odd bits of cleaning to do around the expansive apartment space. When the time finally came, Jack decided to start cooking his lover's favorite dish for his dinner. As he chopped at the vegetables, there was a knock on the front door, but he ignored it, thinking it was just a delivery person. Jack took his time finishing the cutting and rinsing, wanting to make sure he had given the delivery man plenty of time to leave so he wouldn't be seen. When he opened the door, there wasn't a single package or person in sight.

With a shrug, he went back inside and locked the door behind him. As he turned to head back into the kitchen, though, something caught his eye. There, halfway into the living room, was an envelope that had clearly been flung under the door. That's odd. The post came hours ago. He bent over to pick up the paper, examining the unaddressed front. What in the worl- Jack flipped over the envelope, his entire body instantly freezing and his eyes widening in fear. He found me... Before he could do anything else, his body fell to the floor with a thud, the unopened letter still in his hand.

ZZ

A hand slapped across Jack's cheek. "Come now, pet. Time to wake up." The chains holding Jack's arms above his head rattled as he hung helplessly in the room.

Blue eyes shot open, and he gasped for breath. He looked terrified at the other man. "N-no...this can't..."

"Of course it can, pet." Bunnymund gripped Jack's chin forcefully, his other hand fondling him painfully. "You wouldn't believe the trouble you've put me through."

"Please...l-let me go."

"Why? You're dying, pet. Is that really what you want? That little device of yours is starting to run out of power. "

He nodded. "I'd rather die than return to a life like this."

"What a pity. Unfortunately for you, I plan to fix the device and keep you. I've missed our life together." He smiled, turning Jack's head so he could look at it. "Damn, it's really been tampered with. No wonder the damn GPS didn't work." He released Jack's head harshly, stepping back to light a cigarette.

"I didn't. Want. To be. Found. What part of that don't you get?!"

"Don't talk back to me, pet." Bunnymund backhanded him without even looking, more focused on lighting his cigarette.

Jack cried out, blood running down from his split lip. "I hate you..."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He smiled, taking a deep taste and blowing the cigarette smoke in Jack's face. "Love is a useless emotion. It only gets you into trouble."

"Love is the only reason I'm alive right now."

"I'm the only reason you're alive. That little device on your skull, the one I can fix, is the reason you're alive. Look at what love did for you. It signed your death warrant."

"No. I was dead, though you still had my body. Love brought me back...and now you are going to kill me again."

"All I need is your body." Bunnymund bent him forward, forcing himself in harshly and moving hard over the smaller man.

Jack bit his lip to hold back a sharp cry of pain, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. I love you, Pitch. I love you...

ZZ

Pitch glared at the man, a growl coming from deep in his chest. "Where is he? What the hell have you done with him?"

Bunnymund laughed, smoking a cigar and lounging on the couch. "Who?"

"You know who. Jack. Give him back, damn it."

"Why? He was mine to begin with. You stole him from me, after all."

"I rescued him. We love each other!"

"Again with the love." Bunnymund sneered, spitting out the word as if it was poison. "Stupid boy was screaming about it all last night."

"If you have touched him, I swear to God..."

"He's mine to do with as I please." Both men looked up when they heard the door open, and Jack walked into the room.

Pitch looked at him with wide eyes. "Jack?"

The man turned to Bunnymund, acting as if he didn't even notice there was anyone else in the room. "I thought you might enjoy some tea, master. I brought you some."

"Thank you, pet." Bunnymund picked up a cup, taking a sip. He spit it out and handed the cup back. "Disgusting. Make it again."

"Yes, master. My apologies." Jack bowed before quickly leaving the room.

Pitch glared at him, his fists clenched tightly. "You...bastard."

"What? I've fixed what you had no right to break."

"I have every damn right! He's...he's my lover."

"And he is mine. I also own him, so I have more of a right to him."

Pitch growled and kicked the table over in his anger. "I won't let you get away with this."

"I already have." Bunnymund smiled and waved dismissively.

Pitch growled again before stomping from the room. He would have left except for a young woman suddenly stepping in front of him. "Excuse me. I was just leaving." As soon as she saw Jack once again disappear into Bunnymund's office and close the door behind him, she grabbed the man's wrist and dragged him towards the gardens outside. "I'm sorry! Please, let me go." Pitch let her drag him, but he pulled away once they were outside.

"Shh!" She clapped a hand over his mouth as she looked around to make sure there was nobody nearby. "You're Kozmotis Pitchner?"

Pitch nodded, rolling his eyes. Oh God, I've learned his bad habits...

"I might know a way we can get Jack out of that bastard's hands."

He pulled his face away. "Tell me. I'll do anything for him."

"Shhh!" Tooth put her hand over his mouth again. "So would I. But we can't talk here. He has too many ears here. Come on." She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him down the street until they were far from Bunnymund's mansion.

"Alright, we're far away. "Now what the hell is this grand scheme of yours?"

She sat him down on a park bench, still looking around carefully as she pulled a folder full of papers from her bag. "Look. I really like Jack. He's a very kind and loving person, and he doesn't deserve to be treated like this. Nobody does. After I convinced him to run away the first time, I started to hope that he had found somebody who actually loved him. As the months went by I grew more hopeful, but when he was suddenly dragged back, things were even worse than they were before. Bunnymund completely wiped him, Mr. Pitchner. He realized he only wanted Jack for his body and not him. The device has been upgraded, and he has wiped clear every bit of knowledge he has of you or anything that doesn't pertain to Bunnymund. All Jack knows is that Bunnymund is his master, and he must do whatever he says." She frowned. "I couldn't take it anymore, and I started to look for something, anything, that could free Jack. This was all I could find. Bunnymund is very good at covering up his own tracks, but he couldn't hide this from me." Tooth handed the folder to the man.

Pitch took the folder, looking down at it numbly. "He doesn't remember me? He doesn't remember us?"

"He doesn't remember anyone. The memories are still there, but he has locked them away with the device so that Jack can't access them anymore. There is still hope. I know this isn't much...but as I was going through everything I could think of I realized that I didn't know too much about when the device was first put on Jack. I found the doctor's reports, but they just don't make sense. The original diagnosis, as in the very first reports from when Jack was brought into the hospital and put through surgery, said that he would recover. He may have possibly lost a few minor functions, but he would have been able to function on his own with time and therapy." She shuffled through the papers in the man's hand, pulling out a different report. "This one is from two days later. This one is suddenly saying that 'without external assist, the patient will be comatose until the brain malfunctions and he passes.' It's by the same doctor. Why would his diagnosis change after two days when everything in between said that Jack was healing?"

"I don't know the doctor. We need to find him. Only he can tell us why!"

"I have a suspicion as to what changed his mind, but we need him to tell us himself."

"What's your suspicion?"

"I think that Bunnymund decided to 'convince' him so that he could get what he wanted."

"Did Bunnymund know Jack before the accident?"

"They did know each other before."

"Alright...we need to find him and quickly. I don't want to leave Jack alone with him any longer than I have to."

"I already looked him up. He's at St. Nicholas' hospital. We're looking for a Doctor North."