Chapter Eight: Distorted Revenge

Jack ended up hauling the Australian's face onto his mouth, a far too overdue action that meant Bunnymund stopped kissing and nuzzling over every other section of flesh on the younger man's face and focused on his lips. The silky, cool feeling of innocence and excitement as shuttered breaths and mumbles escaped Jack.

The younger man sat on the upper bed with his legs over the edge and Bunnymund in between them, leaning up to kiss the beautiful young prisoner.

Bunnymund's height kept him near face to face with his new lover and he wasted no time in taking every ounce of delicious whimpering and sighs from in-between Jack's lips. When they eventually pulled away from each other it was a lot of disbelieving gazing into one another's hazed eyes.

"Ah" Bunnymund managed and Jack smiled dreamily.

"Indeed, kangaroo" Jack giggled, as though drunk on the feeling of the Australians heated mouth upon his own only moments before. They would have continued, even going in for seconds when they were the familiar thud of boots coming towards them and they split apart like opposing forces, Jack lying on Bunnymund's bed and the Australian leaning, not so naturally against the wall. Both flustered, blushing and with each other's essence practically emitting from them.

Ironically the guard stopped in front of their cell and he wasn't alone, Manny stood with him, a sense of anxiety marking his usually collected features. The guard was the one who was with the stern, bribed guard when Jack showed them his papers, this one had curly blonde hair and honey coloured eyes, he seemed nicer than his colleague and knocked quietly on the cell bars, despite Jack and Bunnymund being aware they were there.

The white haired prisoner and his green eyed cell mate came up and held onto the metal poles, wondering what was going on. The guard actually left then, well at least stood some distance away as Manny leant forward, eyes piercing in the dim light.

"We have a problem" he whispered and the two leant forward, feeling ill at the thought of being discovered but that didn't seem to be the case as Manny explained it was about Pitch.

"He was supposed to get his own cell or share with me, I had enough money to confirm he would be safe when he left cell 68 but he has ended up with Hook"

Jack stiffened and Bunnymund noticed; Manny also turned to him.

"What's wrong, frostbite?"

"Hook isn't a 'safe' place to be, I was with him for maybe…a week at the most, and he nearly killed me"

Bunnymund looked alarmed by this but Jack seemed to be hyper[-aware of the danger Pitch was in.

"Manny, can't you get him out of there?!"

The silvery eyed man shook his head slowly, biting his lower lip hard, breathing heavily.

"I can't work with the guard who looks over that section, he is too damn wise to people like me…I couldn't get near him" a silence followed his bitter words.

"There has to be another way!" Jack was genuinely panicking, Pitch was a decent guy, had seriously helped him and Bunnymund out, he couldn't let the older man fall to the clutches of that freak.

"How did he even get there?" Bunnymund couldn't help but inquire and it oddly took them a while to realise the only possible person behind something so vile and cowardly.

"Fucking Groundhog" Jack cursed under his breath with venom dripping from his tongue. Bunnymund gulped and nodded in stale agreement, he didn't want to provoke more anger from the younger man but Manny couldn't help but pipe up with a softer tone.

"What is Hook like?"

Warning: Things get rough here.

Pitch was aware he felt something solid behind his head but apart from that, everything was numb and if it wasn't, it was aching like his body was a bruise with an iron bar pressed down on him. His thoughts were incoherent as were his movements as he struggled fruitlessly against the lumbering pirate before him.

Literally a modern day pirate with his missing hand, eye-patch and straggled black hair and grim, ebony eyes that glimmered with sick amusement as he continued carving blood patterns over the shirtless man's lean, grey toned body. Pitch was choking on the steady, cold hook around his throat and no one in the darkened sector cared for the blood stained coughs that were the only sounds escaping him other than dried up screams taken in by dry, thin lips that mashed onto the silver-honeyed eyed man's.

"So nice to make new friends, isn't it?" came the gravel sharp tone whispering words into the ears of Pitch who tried to flinch but earned a blow to the stomach and a sturdy leg between his own two trembling ones.

As if he could respond, he couldn't breathe. It hurt his lungs with an itching burn to try and assemble words together.

The rest of the night was a blur, searing pain, something firm and hot, sweating and dripping with greyish liquid shoved in his fragile mouth. Pitch had to control his acicular teeth around the member or a vicious impact to his temple would be earned until he was crusted with blood, eyes burning and rolling back with pain, the desperate urge to faint from the lack of oxygen taking over his mind and soon Pitch was incapable of moving his throat muscles so just took it with such a slow degradation of humanity it was horrific.

At least Hook didn't go near his virginity, something he had held delicately on to throughout his time in prison. Hook became bored with his broken toy and thrust Pitch to the ground, denying him the bare comfort of a bed as Hook dominated the top one with his body and the bottom one with his belongings. Domination, psychopathy and a life sentence under the crime of violent paedophiliac made this man no charmer to spend time with.

Pitch lay on the ground, curled up and trying to ignore the agony that made his body convulse every several minutes, thinking about the promise of a safe cell, on his own or with Manny. Hell, even if he was with the pathetic pixie Jack Frost he wouldn't have to deal with this.

For those who may have skipped that, things have calmed down now.

By morning, Pitch had decided he felt a bitter frustration towards his former cell-mate who hadn't wasted a breath trying to get his precious rabbit back.

With the new light, the guards saw the damage to Pitch and attempted to tend to his wounds but he brushed them off like they were futile flies buzzing around his head on a hot day. They might as well have been, they just allowed themselves to be bothered off and Pitch sat on his own during association, staring blankly at the floor behind him.

Obviously Manny ran up and apologised, he looked broken, guilt and sorrow followed by swift shock as he looked at the anger his momentary friend leaked like an oil spill. Manny couldn't speak properly as he tried to explain. Apparently the 'oh so fucking friendly trio' was under the belief it was Groundhog's doing to get back at them all for taking away his toy icicle.

Honestly Pitch could care less of Groundhog's useless revenge patterns and the only thing his battered mind understood was Jack and Bunnymund were to blame and Manny hadn't done well enough. Pitch actually had to be pulled off the midnight haired man in the middle of association and Manny returned to an anxious Bunnymund and Jack with a bleeding nose and a bruise blossoming bruise around his right eye. But the worst injury of all was inside of him, knowing he couldn't save Pitch.

Groundhog and his crew watched from afar, surprised at one of the dark weaklings sudden wrath towards someone they assumed was a friend of the thief. But groundhog didn't care for other prisoners issues and turned back to his pals as Pitch was dragged off to detention.

Half a month later, Hook had to be taken to a more professional hospital outside of the prison and Pitch was left alone in their cell after having taken the older man and clattered him to new disfigurement. No one understood how the skinny darkling took the giant, meaty pirate on but he had and now Hook felt like losing a hand had been a minor issue in his life.

More than half his ribs were shattered, his eyes were so black it looked like he had been burnt, his face was a mauled terror of scrapes and dry, crackling blood.

His remaining hand was broken, two fingers fractured and his arm had to be popped in from momentary dislocation, his nose…well, there wasn't much left of it, blood leaked through his teeth and overall his body might as well have been ran over by a monster truck a few times, attacked by a bear then thrown down a cliff. But they said the damage was worse.

Hook was taken on a gurney looking like the devil had taken him and from then on no one went near Pitch's cell…number 09 was considered cursed and it might as well have been as a week after, Pitch set all of Hook's belongs alight and thrown them out into the landing where they had been swiftly dealt with and thrown away. That was the last Bunnymund and Jack heard of Pitch from then on, Manny still tried to approach and help but it was futile. His ever knowing ways meant he could keep an eye on his old friend but never step close.

Jack was actually surprised that this was Groundhogs way of getting back at him, he expected the lumbering fool to be more direct and not bother with harming his friends by means of guilty torture, but he had succeeded and Jack would sit silent on his top bunk, overwhelmed with the belief it was all his fault and Bunnymund did everything he could to reassure him.

"Look, we can still fix this; Hook isn't even here anymore…"

"Only because Pitch snapped and attacked him! I'm the reason Pitch had to go through that in the first place!" Jack turned to him with bloodshot blue eyes that caused the glacier shade in his irises to become even more piercing than before.

Bunnymund sighed and pulled Jack forward and close, Jack gratefully melted into the embrace, circling the older man's neck with his arms. They couldn't help but share a few more kisses as Jack clambered down from the top bed and stood before Bunnymund. Smiling and taking in every ounce of the tender ministrations like a man dying of thirst. The way the Australian's hands gripped his waist and held him close. Jack soon fell into the mantra of it all, like the older man's actions were a drug that kept him sedated and oblivious.

Bunnymund allowed the small, chilled tongue to slip into his mouth and he danced with it with his own warmer tongue. Until they were breathing heavily and a few wanton noises escaped Jack that caused Bunnymund to shudder and pull the white haired young man over to the desk where he sat down and leant his head back as Bunnymund ran his lips and tongue and teeth down his throat with nips and sucks that magnetised the blue eyed man to the Australian.

When they eventually let go of each other and about an hour later, Bunnymund was thinking about his broken egg ornament and how he was supposed to tell Tooth about it the following day as visitors were allowed. Jack tried to think of a way to repair it but Bunnymund seemed confident that North could do something about it.

Jack spoke about looking forward to seeing Jamie's little sister the following day, Sophie. Must have been nine years old nine now, with the same shaggy blonde hair and fascinated green eyes. Jack had a photo of him with the young girl when she was only two years of age, that's when he got thrust into prison. Bunnymund would often smile at the photo frame when Jack was at his education lessons and marvelled on his own previous life.

But now, it was lights out once more and they fell asleep, Jack never suffering with the nightmares now that his Aussie was back. But he always had that uneasiness in the back of his mind that Pitch had turned and into something dark and cruel, twisted by fate's violent ways of working.

Little did he know that as Pitch lay in the top bunk in his cell with black eyes and an aching mind from all the trauma he had gone through recently, he smirked at the built of ferocious power that bubbled up in him like an adrenaline rush.

A/N: Alright, this was…grim, to say the least. I just wanted the whole "turning" Pitch thing, since in the original stories he becomes corrupted by the demons he guards in the prison. Still, so sorry to any Pitch fans out there!

-LAW09

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