Warning: Lemon. But does lemon even count as a warning? That is what you all are here for, right? Sorry if this seems a bit bad, I'm not quite well rehearsed in the area of "doing the do".

BTW, the last chapter will always take longer to write and sometimes is longer than the other chapters because I want to make sure that everything is right. Sorry, but it's just how I work.

Chapter 3: Couscous Not Suitable For Family Viewing

"Okay. I knew it."

Jack glanced up curiously at Hiccup as they stopped outside of Aziza, a Moroccan restaurant known for its great romantic setting and carrot jam. They had stopped at home to drop off Toothless and change their clothes, Jack in the classic formal black dinner jacket and a white mandarin collared shirt with a little neat bow-tie. Hiccup had decided on his burgundy waistcoat and slacks with his lavender shirt and navy-striped tie, Jack's favorite. Unfortunately, it was still haphazardly tied, and that would not go.

"Knew what? And stand still, your tie is still crooked."

"You're trying to get me fat," Hiccup stated flatly as Jack began to fix his tie.

"Aw, come on, why would I do that?" Jack chuckled, looping one end through the cross.

"I don't know why- but everything we've done today has involved food. And who just makes thirty extra pancakes and sandwiches?" he exclaimed.

"Oh no, you counted the sandwiches. I've been found out."

"And now we're going to one of my favorite restaurants- thank you for that, by the way-"

"No problem."

"-but last time we came they ended up charging us over sixty dollars for the couscous!"

"Because you kept on asking for more bowls," Jack reminded him, laying the finished tie against his chest, and patted it with both hands. "There you go."

"You're trying to make me fat," Hiccup insisted, although he was grinning.

"Okay, I'm trying to make you fat. You've figured me out. My great plan has been discovered. Whatever shall I do now without an adorably squishy Hiccup to aid me in world domination?" Jack teased, pinching his freckled cheek, then reached up and pecked him on the spot. "Come on, you look gorgeous. Why would I want to change all this?" Hiccup's cheeks flushed red, and he attempted to scowl to hide the blush creeping up his face. Jack chuckled, and looped his arm through his. "Come on, let's have them charge a bill over a hundred dollars just for shelling beans, squash, figs, and urha."

"Urfa," Hiccup corrected, still blushing as they walked through the double doors.

A young woman with lightly tanned skinned and soft lavender eyes stood behind the podium. She beamed when her eyes landed on Jack and Hiccup. "Good evening, Mr. Overland, Mr. Haddock. I was wondering whether or not you'd remember your reservation."

"Hey, Ana," Jack greeted, leaning against the podium. "And that was one time."

"Yep. One time of me trying to save you a booth when you were too busy-"

"Are we too late for our reservation?" Hiccup said hastily, even redder than before.

Ana chuckled quietly to herself as she lifted two menus from the pile. "Come on, you're right on time." She led them through the crowded yet quiet restaurant to the curved empty booth beneath a rose stained glass window.

"Aw, Ana, you saved us the special one," Jack said admiringly, running his hand along the polished oak table and the satin pillows lining the booth.

"No problem. Just- don't forget what you and I talked about on the phone, 'kay?" She looked pointedly at Jack as she slipped them their menus.

"Pfft. As if I'll forget that. Don't worry, I'll do it on Monday," Jack assured her as he and Hiccup slid into the booth.

Her shoulders relaxed. "Okay. Have a nice night!" she called as she made her way back to the podium.

"What'd you promise her?" Hiccup inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"There's this guy at my job that she has a crush on," Jack replied nonchalantly, flipping open his menu open.

"Do I know him?" Hiccup asked, doing the same.

"Yeah, remember Aster?"

"He was the tall, really muscular guy with the gray hair and tribal tattoos, right?"

"Yeah. And also, why are you even looking at that when we both know that there's going to be a couscous shortage in the kitchen tonight?"

"I swear to the gods, Jack, you bring that up one more time-"

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," a low, dark voice interrupted smoothly. Jack and Hiccup looked up to see a ridiculously tall man with jet black hair slicked back and cold black eyes in a sharp black Armani suit towering over them. "Welcome to Aziza. My name is Kozmotis Pitchiner, and I will be your waiter this evening."

"Pitchiner? I thought that was the name of the manager," Jack frowned.

"Well, aren't you observant? Yes, I am the manager. For tonight, you can call me Pitch." His thin lips spread into an eerie grin. Jack and Hiccup glanced at each other, and saw the exact same thought reflected in the other's eyes: CREEPER ALERT! CREEPER ALERT! But this was the manager- the couldn't ask him if they could have an actual waiter without causing some offense. So neither said anything.

"So what would you like to drink for this evening?" he asked smoothly. "Perhaps some wine? We just received a new shipment of moscato d'asti. Or perhaps you'd like something more...domestic? We are now serving petite sirah, fresh from Mendocino County."

"Er...I'd actually just like glass of Barbaresco, please?" Jack requested hesitantly, unconsciously scooting closer to Hiccup.

"And I'd only like the espresso cocktail," Hiccup added hastily, rubbing Jack's hand under the table soothingly.

"Of course. You'll have your drinks in five minutes." Pitch gave them a sweeping bow, then swept his cloak to the side and strode towards the kitchen.

Jack was the first to speak. "Hiccup-"

"Shh, it's okay," Hiccup soothed. "It's just an...an extremely creepy old waiter guy who's just, you know, hitting on a pair of college guys who will ask him to leave as soon as he comes back. Nothing new."

"Except it's us, and it's the manager, and we can't ask him to leave," Jack hissed.

"Well, do you want us to leave?" Hiccup demanded.

Jack groaned, hitting his head against the back of the booth seat. "No."

"You know what, maybe-maybe he's not interested in us?" Hiccup suggested weakly. "Maybe he's just being...friendly?"

"You know what, Hiccup, I did not think about that. Of course when people are saying, We just received a new shipment of moscato d'asti, or perhaps you'd like something more domestic, he's clearly not suggesting domestic violence when he takes somebody home, he's actually talking about the wine," Jack said sarcastically. "And did you seriously order an espresso cocktail?"

"Well-"

"Hiccup, you hate brandy!"

"Hey, I was terrified!" Hiccup protested. "Him leaning all over us, with that creepy voice and long-"

"I hope you're not talking about me."

Jack practically leaped into Hiccup's lap, barely suppressing a shriek of terror. "Oh, hello, Mr. Pitch!" Hiccup attempted in the brightest voice he could manage.

"Pitch, please," he said smoothly, sliding two full wineglasses towards them.

"We were just talking about Randy in Monsters Inc.," Hiccup explained hastily, taking his cup. "You know, that chameleon-like monster who works for Mr. Waternoose? We were talking about how well Steve Buscemi did with his voice and how, you know, what a great actor he is, and oh, you brought our drinks!" Maybe too enthusiastically, Hiccup lifted the cup to his lips and downed the whole thing. It was only during the second gulp when he realized how much of a mistake that was.

"Jack, you aren't drinking your wine," Pitch observed, his cold eyes locking in on the white-haired boy as Hiccup struggled to get down the second gulp without puking.

"I'm not thirsty at the moment," Jack muttered, avoiding his piercing gaze.

"That's such a shame. I like to see my customers enjoy their drink, realizing what they what they deserve is right here with every swallow." Jack shot a glare at Hiccup, but didn't say anything. Pitch continued, "Are you two ready to select an entree? Or would you like a couple minutes?"

Jack glanced at Hiccup, who was still struggling to take down the cocktail. "He'd like the couscous."

"NO!"

"What?"

"No, no more."

Hiccup rolled his eyes as he set down the licked-clean ceramic bowl on the table on top of two others. "No more what?"

"Couscous. That's your last bowl, dude," Jack laughed, leaning back and crossing his arms.

"Oh, come on. It's only my third-"

"And that's where I'm gonna stop you because I have to go to the bathroom," he announced as he slammed his palms against the table and stood up.

"Thank you for letting the whole restaurant know," Hiccup said wryly, propping his head on his hand.

"Don't you dare order any more couscous," Jack warned before making his way down the aisle to the restroom. He sighed as he pushed the door open, then made a noise in the back of his throat when a hand shot out from behind him and shut it closed. His heart immediately tightened in his chest when he recognized the long, pale fingers.

"Hello, Mr. Overland."

Jack forced himself not to run as he slowly turned around to face Pitch. "Hello, Mr. Pitchiner," he greeted as calmly as he could manage.

"I told you, call me Pitch." He grinned as he pulled back his arm, revealing a mouthful of greyish-white teeth. Blech. "How are you enjoying your evening?" he said smoothly.

"Um, we're enjoying it. in fact, we're actually about finished with our food," Jack added hastily, "so we'll just be taking the check and be on our way-"

"Really? Because I just saw Mr. Haddock flag down a waiter, asking for an additional bowl of couscous."

Jack silently cursed Hiccup and his inability to follow orders. But he managed to keep the smile plastered on his face. "Really? I'm gonna have to talk to him about that, you know, I actually told him no more couscous. But, you know, it's Hiccup."

"Indeed it is," Pitch agreed, stepping forward. Jack instinctively stepped back, his back against the wall. Crap. He had him trapped. Jack suddenly understood why girls went to the bathroom together. A) Because shit like this happened, B) Because shit like this wouldn't happen if you were with someone else because there are strength in numbers, and C) You can become Hermione Granger and be attacked by a troll.

Pitch regarded him with smoldering amber eyes. "You know, I have an excessive amount of beans, squash, and urfa at my home. Perhaps, if you are worried about the excessive prices here, you and Mr. Haddock could visit and I could make a bowl," he suggested lewdly, an almost black tongue practically slithering out of his mouth to lick his lips.

"For free?" Jack tried.

Pitch laughed, a dark, smoky sound that sent shivers down Jack's back, and not the good kind. "Oh no, Jack. Everything comes for a price in this world. I will just have to find a...different sort of payment for you."

"Uh, yeah, as tempting as that sounds, Hiccup's probably waiting for me, and I should probably-" He gasped when Pitch suddenly grasped his forearms and pinned him against the wall. "Hey—mmmh!" he began to protest, but Pitch quickly slapped a hand over his mouth.

Jack thrashed against him, then whimpered when he felt something sharp and jagged tip at his bellow button. Pitch leaned forward, close enough so that Jack could feel his lips brush against his ear. "Stay quiet and don't move. This jackknife is fifteen centimeters long and will easily pass through your gut. I am not a patient man, Mr. Overland, but I understand that it'll take some coercion for you. Don't move, and don't fight it, Jack. This will become something you will enjoy," he promised. "Now, when I take away my hand, will you scream?"

His ice blue eyes flickered over Pitch's shoulder, then back to his cold eyes, and nodded. "Good boy," Pitch purred, and took his hand away from his mouth, sliding his fingers seductively along his collarbone. When Jack didn't move, his lips spread into a nasty grin. He leaned forward, lips puckered. Jack closed his eyes, and breathed deeply, preparing himself for the moment.

And then swung his right fist.

Pitch yelped as when his knuckles connected against his jaw, jumping back with his hand against mouth. Jack attempted to dart by him, but he grabbed his shoulders and slammed him against the wall with a snarl. "You'll regret this," he swore, pulling out the crooked, cruel blade from his jacket sleeve.

"And you'll regret this."

Pitch felt somebody tap his shoulder, and glanced behind him just in time to see Hiccup's fist smash into his face. So surprised he was, he stumbled and fell against the bathroom door before sliding to the bathroom door.

"Stay the hell away from my boyfriend," Hiccup spat, yanking Jack against him. "Got it?"

Pitch touched two fingers to his mouth, and pulled them away with bloodstained fingertips. "Got it," he said grimly.

"Come on, Jack, let's go," Hiccup growled, wrapping his arm possessively around his waist before steering him from bathroom hallway and out of the restaurant.

"But the bill—" Jack protested weakly as they pressed through the door.

"Jack."

"Okay."

As soon as they got home, Jack picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it against the wall in frustration. "Er, shouldn't I be doing that?" Hiccup asked in confusion as he shed his jacket.

"Yes! I mean no, but- argh!" Jack tore at his white hair with a groan. "Everything, absolutely everything today, was supposed to be fun and romantic."

"And it wasn't?" Hiccup asked, smirking as he folded the jacket up and tossed it on to the floor.

"No, it wasn't! We were supposed to have a romantic breakfast, in bed, and cuddle, have a romantic picnic and watch the sunset together, and eat a romantic dinner, together at your favorite restaurant."

Hiccup rose an eyebrow. "And...you're saying today wasn't romantic?"

"No, it wasn't! I tripped over the freakin' cat and spilled the breakfast, we got interrupted by some homophobic jackass, and I freakin' got molested!" Jack cried, pointing at himself. "What type of Valentine's Day is that? What type of day of love and romance is that if I can't even plan the perfect day to—"

Hiccup decided Jack spoke too much. Rolling his eyes, he cupped Jack's face and smashed their lips together, effectively cutting him off. Jack struggled against him at first, confusion etched on his face. Hiccup briefly closed his eyes, sighing against the smaller boy. His fingers busied themselves with unbuttoning Jack's jacket, and tossed it over his shoulder. "You wear too many damn buttons," Hiccup muttered as he began to undo his collared shirt.

"Wait, Hiccup—" he broke off with a moan as Hiccup sucked on the side of his neck.

"Shh," he whispered, pushing aside the pieces of fabric to expose the pale bare skin beneath. His fingers danced along his sides, eliciting delightful groans from the white-haired boy. Jack reached up and eagerly wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down for an earth-shattering kiss, moaning openly into his mouth. They stumbled backwards until Jack's knees hit the couch. They fell in a heap together, and as they struggled to untangle themselves from each other, Jack finally found the ability to speak.

"Hiccup, I don't—I don't understand, what is—why?" he gasped weakly from beneath Hiccup, the snowy-haired youth pinned down by the much stronger boy.

Hiccup rolled his eyes, and blew the escaping strands hair out his face before fixing Jack with piercing green eyes. "You did plan the perfect day. Today was absolutely wonderful, the best freakin' day of my life, okay? It was fun, and romantic, and stupidly cheesy," he admitted, "but you did it for me. Do you know h-how much that means to me? It's mean a lot, okay? So now I am going to return the favor, and carry you into our bed and ravish you all night."

Jack—very sexually experienced Jack, mind you—blushed as red as a virgin, the words coloring his face and some lower part of his body. But before he could protest, Hiccup swept him into his arms. Jack gasped in surprise, his arms going immediately around Hiccup's throat. He only grinned, and carried him down the hall to their bedroom. He kicked open the door to find Toothless giving himself a bath on the bed. "Toothless. Out," Hiccup demanded, jerking his head behind him. The cat rolled his eyes, but leaped down from the bed and padded out of the room.

"There we go. Alone at last," Hiccup purred, waggling his eyebrows comically as he laid Jack down on the bed, that faint shadow of lust that Jack knew all too well appearing in his darkening green eyes. The white-haired youth only bit his lip and swallowed hard, his arms still clinging to his boyfriend's neck. "What's wrong, Jack? You're usually not this quiet," Hiccup teased, leaning down to trace the pale trail of skin that led down to a snow-white collarbone with his lips.

"I'm just...I'm just really glad you liked today," Jack breathed with a small laugh, burying his face in the crook of his shoulder before gripping the edge of Hiccup's shirt. "Now let me up, you're wearing too many clothes." As soon as he lifted off of him and they were both on their knees, he practically yanked the lavender shirt over his head. In the back of his mind he could hear the sound of buttons popping, but as soon as that tanned, adorably freckled skin came into view, he immediately forgot about it, mouth watering as he tossed the shirt over his shoulder.

Ice-blue eyes met grassy green, and an unspoken message was spoken between them. They practically crashed into each other, fingers clawing at skin as their teeth clashed and lips fought for dominance. Hiccup grunted loudly as Jack moved between them, sliding a knee between his legs and rubbing it against the bulge in his pants none too subtly. He curled his fingers into the snow-white hair in retaliation, yanking his head upwards, allowing his tongue to drag along the underside of his throat. A broken moan escaped his lips, his eyes fluttering close at the feeling of his slick tongue against his skin.

"Fuck, Hiccup," he gasped, his fingers trailing mindlessly along the freckled shoulders.

"I think you got that backwards," Hiccup panted, unzipping his pants.

Jack whined as Hiccup's fingers left his skin. "Come on, help me out—no, not like that!" he yelped when Hiccup pressed his palm against the bulge.

"I don't know, I think this is kinda helping," Hiccup grinned as he yanked the slacks down to his pale knees. "What? You told me to help you out. Let me help you, Jack..." He bent over Jack and captured the thin, chapped lips with his own, his hand still moving over the bulge. His fingers, those long, careful blacksmith-ed fingers, slipped past the waistband of his boxers, then deftly wrapped around his manhood. Slowly, he slid the quickly-hardening penis out of his boxers, a slow, shuddering breath escaping at sight of the eight inches of fully erect cock just about erupting from the white clump of coarse pubic hair.

Jack let out a faint whimper, a soft white light pulsating behind his eyelids as Hiccup began to methodically stroke. "H-H-Hic..." he choked, his fingers digging into Jack's arm.

"Shh, it's okay. I've got you now," Hiccup soothed, leaning over to peck a quick kiss on his lips. At the feeling of the leathery, hard meat between his fingers, he felt his own erection twitch against the inside of his slacks, begging to be freed. Not yet, he told himself as he pulled off the moaning boy's shirt, tossing it carelessly into the growing pile of clothes in the corner. But as he looked down at the sweaty mess of his boyfriend beneath him, he decided to allow himself a little taste.

With a gentle sigh, he lowered his head down to the junction of his neck, breathing in the sweet scent of peppermint and winter breeze. His fingers drummed up the flat abdomen, pausing at the pink nipples that glowed such a lovely rose in the darkness. They danced around the sensitive nubs teasingly, until finally Jack began to groan in want. Immediately, they pinched the erected skin, and Jack cried out in pleasure, arching to his touch. Hiccup swooped down, covering the nipple before firmly beginning to suck.

"Hiccup..." Jack groaned, cupping the back of his head with one hand. Hiccup hummed in reply, rolling the other between his fingers as he slurped noisily, making sure to scrape his teeth along the sensitive skin.

After a bit, he began to lower himself along Jack's body, leaving a trail of kisses that only he could see. His lips trailed teasingly along his pelvis, his tongue darting out to lap the beads of sweat beginning to form along his skin. "Hiccup, oh gods, please Hiccup," Jack whimpered, twisting underneath him.

"Come on, Jack, why in such a hurry?" Hiccup panted as he slipped his fingers under the band of his boxers, pulling them off in a single fluid motion. "We have all night, and tomorrow after," he drawled, dragging his tongue along the skin just above his pubic hair.

"Oh-oh fuck," he choked out, his fingers digging into the sheets.

Hiccup nuzzled the base lovingly, feeling each pulse and throb as he teased him. Lips slid up and down warm foreskin, avoiding the reddening head.

"Hiccup," Jack groaned, wriggling harder. Hiccup ignored his call, and slowly planted a long, sensual kiss against the side of his penis, flicking his tongue out to slide up and down the bit of skin. He could feel Jack tense beneath him, his thighs becoming taut and toes curling so hard he was almost worried they would break. Hiccup sat up, huffing slightly as he looked over his handiwork. Jack laid spread out on the bed, hands raised above his head in surrender, eyes fluttered shut, his hair tussled and and skin slick with sweat. He looked absolutely delectable.

Time to eat him up.

Hiccup leaned forward, hands dancing along the sides as he lapped at one marked nipple. Jack twisted underneath him, inhaling sharply. He continued to suck, rolling the other between his fingers again. He began to follow the path back to his lower body. lingering on the lines between his hardened abdomen and sucking hard at a patch of skin just above Hiccup's privates, who were just aching to be touched.

"Oh my gods-, Hic- Hiccup, please," Jack moaned as he writhed beneath Hiccup's sinful lips, although he wasn't quite sure for what. All he knew was that the constant teasing and the relentless feel of touch everywhere but that one place just begging to be touched. He moaned loudly, lifting his hips against Hiccup's face. Hiccup noticed a bit of precum had begun to collect at the tip; the cherry on top. He bent down, and darted his tongue out, tasting the salty liquid. He smirk when he heard Jack cry out, his back arching against him for more.

These are the better things in life, Hiccup decided as he lowered his head and took the whole thing in one swoop. Jack's hips bucked upwards as he felt his cock become engulfed in a warm, wet cavern, and fought down a scream, escaping instead as a ragged moan. He struggled to push himself upright, transfixed as he watched Hiccup's head bob from in between his legs. Fingers found their way into auburn hair, twisting by their own accord as Jack folded over himself, gasping. As he began to speed up, Jack found a pool of pulsing heat growing in the lower part of his abdomen.

Quickly, he tugged at Hiccup's hair, who reluctantly began to pull away. He gave a final suck, memorizing the taste of salt and sweat and precum on his tongue before he slid his mouth off with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected from his lips to the tip of Jack's very pink cock. The sight almost made Hiccup lose his load, but he managed to contain it. Not for much longer, though, he thought.

With a sound likening to a snarl, he practically leaped on to Jack before dragging him into his lap. Jack gasped at the slight pain, but suddenly his lips were very busy. He moaned loudly into Hiccup's mouth, his arms reaching up to twine around his neck. Hiccup cupped his head with both hands, hard, smashing their mouths together to explore deeper into his mouth as he ground himself against the smaller male, searching for a bit of friction to relieve himself. He whimpered when he rolled his hips against Hiccup's, the other's starchy slacks itching against his straining erection. Jack turned his head and pressed his lips against his ear. "Get your pants off," he gasped, his fingers already fumbling with the zipper.

"Huh? Oh, right." Hiccup quickly rolled on to his back and wriggled out of his pants, then kicked them into the corner. As he busied himself with that, Jack placed himself at the top of the bed, resting on his hands and knees. He almost groaned at the sight of Hiccup's manhood when he finally shucked off his underwear, and began to rub along his hole in anticipation.

When he was finally free of the restricting clothes, Hiccup glanced over, and then froze at the sight of Jack, his pale buttocks sticking up in the air while he pressed his cheek against the pillow. "Get the lube," he groaned, wiggling his ass enticingly.

Hiccup hurriedly reached over to the nightstand beside their bed and tore through the drawer. "I want you to" he panted when he finally retrieved it, "to do it yourself."

Jack's lips spread into a wide, mischievous grin as Hiccup placed the tub by him. "You want me to play with myself Hiccup? Is that what you want?" Hiccup nodded, his mouth going dry.

Jack reached into the lube with the hand that wasn't propping him up, and swirled his finger around the rim. "You want me to talk dirty to you to? Make your cock ache so hard while I finger myself for you? Hmm?"

"Oh, fuck, yes," Hiccup groaned, grabbing his erection that was now straining against his belly.

The white-haired boy sighed as he rubbed the glob around his winking hole, relaxing his body. "Do you like it when I fuck myself, Hiccup? When I put in a finger and make myself come? Do you want me to put a finger in?"

"Yes, yes, fuck please." His fingers began to move up and down his shaft.

"You're so naughty, Hiccup," Jack moaned as he slid a lubed finger and began to rub. "You're so fucking naughty, is that what's getting you off right now? You like that?"

"Holy shit, yes," he breathed.

"Do you want me to put in another finger? Watch me scissor myself? Yeah?" His breathing quickened just at the mere thought.

"Fucking Christ."

"Oh, fuck," Jack gasped as he inserted another finger, then groaned as he pressed his face into the bedsheets. "Tell what you'll do to me, Hic. Tell me how hard you'll fuck me, how you'll play with me, make me yours."

"I'll take you from behind," Hiccup said slowly, thinking out exactly what he would say. "I'll push you down, so that you're flat against the bed."

"Yeah?" Jack grunted, adding another finger.

"Y-Yeah. And I'll be pounding you so hard, you're screaming my name. The neighbors are pounding on the door because you're so loud, but you don't care because I'm pounding you harder."

"Hiccup," he moaned, scissoring himself harder.

"And when you're close, you'll try and touch yourself," Hiccup continued, "but I won't let you. I'll grab your arms and pin them above your head, because I'm the only one who can make you cum."

"You are," Jack groaned. "You're the only one that can make me cum. O gods,Hiccup, make me cum."

"I won't let you," he breathed, curling his body over Jack's, so that his hardness was pressed right up against his hole. Almost absent-mindedly, he pressed his fingers inside his tight hole, and Jack pressed his face against the pillows,suppressing a whimper. "I won't let you cum until you're crying, screaming, you'll be fucking begging for me to let you come. Would you like that, huh?"

"Yes. Yes, oh please, yes," Jack whimpered, rubbing himself faster. His fingers weren't long enough to reach that spot, but someone else could. He backed himself against Hiccup's palm, whining wordlessly as he attempted to stroke that heated part of his body.

"Do you want me to touch you?" Hiccup whispered, his breath fluttering the wisps of white hair by Jack's ear.

"Yes," Jack gasped. Hiccup obliged, curling his fingers against the inside of the tight hole. Immediately, Jack's back curled underneath him, crying out in pleasure as he saw stars flash behind his eyelids. "Hiccup, put it in! Put it in, please."

"You sure?"

"Absofuckinglutely positive."

Hiccup immediately yanked his hand out, taking Jack's out soaking fingers with them. He quickly slathered his cock in lube as Jack sagged against the bed, whimpering. "Hiccup hurry, I don't think I can-" he broke off with a scream as Hiccup seized his hips and slammed into him with full force. He began a rapid, even pace that allowed Jack not a second to gather his wits. All he could think about was his burning body, the jarring pace of Hiccup's hips against his own, Hiccup inside of him, taking him, making him his-

His hand slid down underneath his abdomen, ready to clench his aching arousal, but was suddenly forced away by rough hands. He yelped in surprise as they were pinned above his head. "You're mine," Hiccup growled, his hot breath flush against his ear. "You're mine. I told you, didn't I? That I'd fuck you so hard that you'd be pinned against the bed?" Jack wailed as Hiccup mercilessly thrust himself against him, fucking him flat against the bed. "I told you. Didn't I? Didn't I, Jack?"

"Yes!" he cried, the corners of his eyes stinging with tears. "You did! You did!"

"You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you?" Hiccup sneered as he slowed his pace, his free hand leaving Jack's hip and clutching around the Jack's throat. His breathing hitched when felt the calloused pad of his thumb stroke the back of his neck, the gesture tender. It threw him off when Hiccup began to thrust into him with more intesity then before. He screamed loudly, thrashing beneath him, but Hiccup's hands around his wrists and neck kept him pinned down. "I love seeing you like this," he breathed, staring at Jack's white body glistening with sweat beneath him. Jack had no idea how but his tongue was lolling out of his mouth, and tears were streaming down his face, but he wasn't in pain, oh far from it. He wanted Hiccup to fuck him forever like this. "You're so undone, so fucking helpless."

"Hiccup!" was all he could moan, unable to think past yes and more and Hiccup.

"Who's doing this to you?" he demanded.

Jack was going to come again; he could feel the pressure pooling in the lower part of his body, ready to explode at any moment. He squeezed his eyes shut as he choked out, "You are."

"Who's the only who can make you feel like this?"

"You!" he gasped, then cried out as Hiccup smacked his ass.

"Whose body does this belong to?" he growled, releasing Jack's neck and grabbing his hair, and painfully yanked back until his torso was completely off the bed.

"You!"

"Whose-" Jack wailed as Hiccup reached down and gave his manhood a quick squeeze "-does this belong to?"

"Yours! It's yours!" He was so close, so close-

He suddenly felt Hiccup lean over him, until his lips were mouthing against the rim of his ear. "And whose heart?" he murmured, releasing Jack's arm to place his hand over the left side of Jack's chest.

A warm, tingly feeling ran over Jack's flushed skin. "Yours," he whispered.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Jack tilted his head slightly to see Hiccup staring at him intensely, those dark green eyes piercing him with a sort of feral ferocity, but at the same time, something soft and warm and loving behind his jadeite gaze. He barely had time to admire them, Hiccup suddenly lurching forward to claim his mouth. His hand reached up to cup and twist Jack's face towards him, searching for the right angles to plunge his tongue into the other's mouth while greedily swallowing his cries. "Jack," he groaned against his mouth, grinding into the smaller boy's ass."Oh fuck, Jack."

"Hiccup, please hurry, I can't hold it, I can't-!" Jack sobbed, his erection so painfully hard against his stomach.

"Breathe. I've got you," Hiccup reassured him, leaning out of his view. Jack only had a split second to prepare himself before Hiccup seized his wrists with each hand, and rolled on to his back. He quickly looped his legs around Jack's, then spread them wide, leaving him open and vulnerable. Jack's eyes widened, and he immediately clenched down on Hiccup in anticipation of what was coming next. "Breathe," he repeated as he held his arms above his head, wrapping them around his neck before reaching around to hug Jack's body against him.

Jack closed his eyes, and let his head fall back. "Hic-AH!" He cried out as Hiccup let loose, pounding into him with a fury that Jack hadn't known before. His arms immediately clenched and his back made a perfect arch as his cries hitched into screams. He wanted to be quieter, he really did. But with every slam into that place that just made him ache and beg...yeah, there was no way that was ever going to be a possibility.

"Say my name," Hiccup gasped, his fingernails leaving long red lines across his chest. "Say it every time I make you feel good."

"HICCUP, HICCUP, HICCUP HICCUP HICCUP HICCUPHICCUPHICCUPHICCUPHICCUP-!" The name blended in with each other, matching the jarring pace of its owner. Pleased, Hiccup reached down and wrapped a hand around his cock. Jack hollered, bucking up to his clutch.

"Not yet," he panted, beginning to pump him, "not until I say."

"OH FUCKING GODS, PLEASE!" he screeched, twisting and writhing above him. "Hiccup, PLEASE!"

"Not yet," Hiccup repeated, clutching a hand around his chest as he began to pump faster.

Jack's nails dug into Hiccup's shoulders, his back arching away from him as he screamed and cried and begged. "HICCUP! I CAN'T-!"

"Cum for me," he whispered into his ear, tugging his cock with a final twist.

With a howl, Jack's load spurted from the tip of his cock, shooting on to the bedsheets in thick white clumps. Another scream ripped itself from his throat as second rope of cum escaped his inflating cock. He immediately collapsed, his head lolling against the side of Hiccup's face. Hiccup held him without moving, kissing the side of his face as Jack struggled to catch his breath, murmuring sweet nothings as he climbed down from his orgasm. Jack laid there helplessly, accepting the little declarations of love, staring sightlessly at the ceiling above them. In his post-orgasmic haze, Jack blindly reached for Hiccup's arm that was clutched around his waist, and held it tightly against him. "Go," Jack whispered.

Hiccup didn't hesitate; he immediately tightened his hold around Jack, then fixed his teeth in the crook of Jack's neck, and began to fix a set pace, not nearly as brutal or punishing as before, but it still stole his breathe away and made him instinctively clench his sphincter muscles. "Hic-Hic-Hic-Hic-" His voice jumped with every push, and his fingers dug into the freckled around his chest.

"Almost there," Hiccup grunted against his skin, his pacing quickening. Jack could feel his teeth digging into his shoulder, his arms wrapping tighter around him, until he was crushed against him. "Fuck..." he moaned, his fingers clawing at his chest and just below his torso. "Jack...Oh, fuck you're so tight, so- ungh..." He began to slam his hips with the same intensity from before. "So good...so fucking good..."

"Hiccup!" Jack cried, his battered body struggling to take it all in.

"I love you," he whimpered, burying his face in his shoulder as he clutched Jack tighter to him., "I love you, Jack. I love you, I love you, I love you I love you I loveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou-" Jack clung helplessly to Hiccup as he wailed his orgasm, spurting his load deep inside of Jack. He gasped at the feeling of hot cum, but couldn't help but moan lewdly as it leaked deep into his core, warming him with the thought of his lover's seed deep inside him.

Hiccup finally released his crushing grip on Jack, letting him roll off his chest and on to the bed with a groan. The white-haired boy whimpered with loss as Hiccup slid himself out of him, savoring the feeling of the cum dripping out of his ass. Suddenly, he felt Hiccup's hand gently caress the side of his face, the fingers dancing along the side of his neck until it reached the bleeding black-and-blue mark on his collarbone. He could feel the pressure of his index and middle finger hovering just above the bitemark, not touching, but admiring from a distance.

"Thanks to you, I won't be able to wear a sweater to work on Monday," Jack grumbled, then winced as he attempted to lean down and pull the rumpled blankets up. "Or walk."

"Sorry," Hiccup said sheepishly, grabbing the comforter and pulled it over them. "Just..." He nosed the uninjured part of his neck lovingly as he pulled him into his arms in a less bear-hugging, crushing-limbs manner. "Thank you for today. Really. It was just awesome and amazing and I loved it. And I love you even more for it. Thank you."

Jack chuckled, reaching down to intertwine his fingers with Hiccup's. "I love you, too."

Hiccup sighed as he began to play with the white strands of hair. "Sorry it didn't go the way you wanted."

"Don't worry about that," he assured him. "That's what tomorrow is for."

"But tomorrow isn't Valentine's Day anymore," Hiccup reminded him.

"No," he agreed, turning to him. Hiccup was taken aback by the mischievous gleam in his crystal blue. "But it is our one-year anniversary. And I've been planning this for a whole YEAR."

Oh boy, Hiccup thought, here we go again.

And I have completed my first fanfiction! Tell me how you like it!