Chapter Ten: Unsolved Keep
The guard's death had been kept quiet. Manny knew all about it, but for the sake of that small fear and caution within him; regarding the reasons of Bunnymund's imprisonment, he did not mention anything to the Australian…or Jack. Not yet anyway.
They had other things to deal with anyway, staying together as a hidden couple was one of them. Naturally Man in Moon knew about it and naturally kept it a secret but he had warned Bunnymund on more than one occasion that others had their eyes on the young, blue eyed man.
It made sense; Jack was very attractive, young and more pure than most. It was no wonder the aggressive, deprived males of the prison wanted to get their hands on him. Some of them, from the same sector felt the sense of security Bunnymund gave Frost and backed off, but there were others, people who thought they actually had a degree of strength against the impressive Aussie.
During the walks between Jack's lessons and cell 68 was the moment of attack, Jack had obviously learnt some defence and tricks from his long time at the prison, but people caught him off guard when he turned the corner and was pressed against the wall or worse…some meaty prisoner's sweaty, hairy chest.
Today it was a man, distant from cell 68, in a lower sector. He was known as Dragon, pyromaniac and had been in for abducting young women. A dark red haired, dark skinned man with a high temperature and a short temper. Always grinning like a madman with somewhat sharp teeth, especially now when he took the time to run his thin tongue over the side of the white haired inmate's face. Jack snarled and tried to pull away but the crowd and the strength of the arms wound around him prevented much movement and he glared at Dragon.
"Well, well, if it isn't my favourite ice lolly" he chuckled deeply and Jack pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. Why did everyone feel the need to use winter puns around him, was he that fucking cold?!
"Well, well, if it isn't my least favourite asshole" Jack replied with a show of even white teeth. Dragon paused dumbly for a moment, letting the insult sink in before he burst out laughing and tugged at Jack's overall.
"No time for chit-chat, nearly back to the cells-"he began muttering when he felt breath down the back of his neck and spun round.
"G'day" was the first and last thing Dragon heard from the rabbit-man before he was kicked to the ground and knocked out. He watched Jack's feet run away accompanied by another pair before darkness consumed his vision.
Back at the cell, Jack was trying not to look at Bunnymund. He was so ashamed of being so weak all the time, but he couldn't help it, he wasn't aggressive or a fighter by nature. Bunnymund was sitting opposite him on the lower bunk with wide eyes trying to coax out an issue from Jack that he could solve with some sweet kisses.
But Bunnymund actually had something different in mind this time; he was sick of this always happening and needed to do something to tell other inmates…and guards. That Jack was his and was not to be messed with unless that inmate had a death-wish. As Jack gazed up at him with those apologetic blue eyes that reminded him of a winter's sky.
All feral manners dissipated from Bunnymund's emotions and he pulled Jack forward into an embrace, holding the back of his head and keeping him close. Bunnymund always felt his heart race as the younger man snuggled into his hug and smiled, fidgeting with the edge of the Australian's overalls and sighing.
"When will they get it? I won't ever let any of them get…that close to me" Jack muttered sadly into Bunnymund's shoulder and it took the Aussie a few moment to realise a dampness against his flesh and he carefully pulled his lover away to gasp at the tears that brimmed in those beautiful eyes.
Kissing them away with fervour, Bunnymund growled and tried to think of a way to protect him. Kissing down his nose and cheeks, the edge of his jaw and lips; slowly tickling Jack until the twenty four year old was giggling and laughing and the tears stopped, a grin replacing the melancholy expression like a snowdrop breaking from the contours of hardened ice.
That is when an idea hit Bunnymund; he pondered over it slightly as he pecked gentle kisses onto Jack's shoulder before he looked up and opened his mouth to inquire the following.
"Mark you, I need to mark you?" it was a question and a statement and it left Jack with a look of bemused shock on his face as he let the proposition sink in.
"Oh-oh yeah that would w-work…" he trailed off with a nervous smile and a blush decorating his fair face. Bunnymund stayed sincere though and subtly pulled away the material of Jack's clothing from the junction of his shoulder and neck, hazed, heavy-lidded eyes staring at the area of flesh until even the blue eyed prisoner felt the gaze.
"…yes" was all Jack managed to whisper, voice breaking as Bunnymund leant down and kissed his neck, lapping and sucking not unlike before but this time it was slow, a heated promise of flesh. Bunnymund put all his effort into creating the blossoming mark, the rose-shaded blush of a bruise on the icy-white skin.
When he bit into the flesh, Jack yelped with a high pitched tone and gripped his lover's shoulder, closing his eyes tight and biting his lip as he let the feeling of prominent teeth invade his body.
Bunnymund moved away and licked away the small pools of blood apologetically, pausing every now and again with rasped breaths to ask how Jack was but the white haired inmate only pulled the Australians head up and kissed him with a hungry need that made Bunnymund fall on top of him, drawing his hands through the opened slit in the front of the overalls, Jack fell back as large, calloused hands brushed over a nipple and then the other, gentle but firm touches that sent unbearable heat through him.
His whimpers and groans fuelled Bunnymund into leaning down and replacing his grazing fingers with his mouth, eliciting even more favoured reactions from his cell-mate, smooth, cold hands running over his head and over his ears, making Bunnymund shudder and pause as the chilled touch made him feel better than he had in a while.
"J-Jack…" he breathed as said Jack immediately paid attention to the sensitive fur of Bunnymund's velvety, grey-blue ears tinted with lines of white that matched his overalls. Overalls that Jack wished could be stripped from the older man's body immediately.
Bunnymund was having similar thoughts, his hands progressing much further with the removal of the top half of Jack's prison attire, revealing the long blue hoodie that was underneath, it was crumpled up to his collar bone, revealing a fresh, cool torso that Bunnymund wasted no time in tasting every inch of, using his nails and fingers to bring further pleasure to Jack who was writhing and sobbing softly at each unfamiliar touch.
Oh god it felt so good…so safe. Jack felt clean, handsome and wanted. He felt sexy and arched into Bunnymund as the Australian's leg slipped between his own two and Bunnymund's tongue teased the hem of short, brown trousers.
That's when the ruckus started.
Both lovers froze and jumped away from each other, yanking clothes back on, wiping mouths and straightening hair as several guards jogged past, completely ignoring the members of cell 68 but seemed interested in something going on further into the prison. The prison itself had erupted into a collection of cries, yells and deep throated curses that urged on some kind of violence.
Bunnymund was first to the front of the cell as he had less to straighten up, his eyes widened and he tiptoed to get a better view of the centre, the lower floor. Open to just about everyone's watchful eyes as a fight ensued.
It was Dragon, a man who brought nothing but trouble for plenty of other prisoners. As Jack came up to his side, both went still when they saw what was happening. Dragon was being well and truly beaten into a pulp by an enraged, embarrassed and…half-dressed Pitch Black.
Jack gasped as he heard Pitch scream about degradation and the audacity of the man he was kicking and punching furiously. Bunnymund jumped when Manny appeared next to him, the other side of the cell, out of breath and with a bleeding lower lip.
"What's going on?" the Australian asked and Manny took in a deep breath before exhaling shakily.
"Dragon tried getting funny with Pitch, I tried to help but Dragon punched me and Pitch went for him shortly after, by then Dragon had already ripped off his shirt" the dark haired man answered.
Jack and Bunnymund watched as Dragon was pulled off, or had his lump of an unconscious body dragged off by some guards and nurses as Pitch was restrained and handcuffed.
"He's really snapped, hasn't he?" Jack muttered and Manny nodded.
"No one has shared his cell since Hook, I can't get near him, no one can. He's gone wild. So dark and cruel…it's damn upsetting. He was such an intelligent, refined guy" the all-knowing inmate summarised and shook his head with heavy frustration lingering at his words and stale in his pale eyes. "But that's what this place fucking does to someone, it's what I did to him"
"Don't talk like that, you tried" Bunnymund added, eyes sympathetic.
"Yeah…he is a suspect for the recent poisonings actually" Manny claimed, then his eyes widened as he realised what he had said but by then it was too late, both members of cell 68 were looking at each other with confused surprise.
"What do you mean?" Jack inquired and Manny bit his lip and hesitated for some time before answering with a rigid body and even more rigid tone.
"There have been some…deaths recently, one guard and four prisoners so far, the cause is poison"
Bunnymund's eyes widened, his hand fell loose around Jack slightly and he couldn't speak.
"…Oh god, Pitch is a suspect…who else?!"
Manny didn't look at Bunnymund, but replied fast.
"Pitch, some guy called Weed and…you "
Jack Frost turned to his cell mate with worry that soon contorted into cautious anxiety as he saw the state of his friend. Bunnymund was still, hands clasped together and wringing his wrists out as his eyes darted back and forth. He couldn't speak; it was like his mouth was clogged with dirt. Jack's eyes widened and he stepped back, spine hitting the metal bars.
"You didn't, did you?"
"Course not, Frostbite, it is just…just mentioning the word brings back bad memories, eh?" he chuckled nervously and regained his posture, moving back again with a collected demeanour.
Manny looked doubtful and looked at the area where Pitch had been fighting. Something was up; something was wrong and turning into a dark corner.
But who was turning?
A/N: Mooooorrrreee sexy time!
I would write more, but it is really late and I am so tired, my eyes hurt.
Nothing much to say, this chapter speaks for itself, so on to my reviewers replies!
-LAW09
This was the chapter where I asked people what country they were from and their gender and such, just something about them, out of the interest of who my wonderful readers are! Ahahaha, you can find out about me on my bio!
To RizReviewer: A good prison mystery, hehe, I sure hope so. But who knows? All will be revealed all too soon, thanks for the review!
To RueRajaram: Your review made me laugh out loud, SERENADE. Ahaha. Mark him? Mmnn…well that could be interesting, inspired this chapter actually, I will update soon! :D thanks for the review!
To yay: I wouldn't touch a character-death fiction with a ten foot pole *Shudders* but you are right in thinking things might be taking a downward spiral, who knows what Pitch is doing? Thanks for the review!
To slyangelfox: I like your view on kindles, they definitely can be handy, and who DOES need two? Hehe, your review made me chuckle, everyone seems pretty keen on Bunnymund say…marking the little Frost? I needed to involve Bunny and Sophie as relations to the film! I am glad you found it cute, yay GIGGLES! My aim is to have as many suspects as possible so the true villain is revealed, Hugh Jackman. I saw the new Wolverine film today and hot damn, I do adore him beyond anything and I loved him as Bunnymund! Your blabbering is fine, thank you so much for the review!
To Cookie Guest: Yeeeaah, cookies! *keeps to the side for the sake of a diet, but ends up shoving in mouth after eyeing for a while* thanks for your review, I am glad you appreciate the balance, if this was all fluff it would lose its prison feel. And if it was all angst, it would lose the true romance, thanks for observing this and pointing it out!
To I'mBelleGoose: Chickita! Aww, bless you for that little nickname, hehe, you are a darling for your praise, I am glad you like my little moment and thanks for appreciating the fast updates, this is the fastest fiction I have ever worked on. I feel the slow anxiety and it will only be too soon, but I am infamous for slow build ups. Bunnymund indeed is a suspect and who knows if the guards will pay mercy? Thanks for the review!
To Kid Darkness: …A Star Trek fan? OH MY, HELLO! Ahaha, I am a HUGE fan, I have the whole original series and am just starting season three, I have written two fictions on it, one is a romance between McCoy and Chekov and the other is a dark, angsty adventure if any take your fancy but it is lovely to know I know another Trekkie as a reader! It was shorter, but thanks for the review, I am glad you like the little moment, haha, this mystery will definitely occur. Live long and prosper!
To RedOptics7: I couldn't kill off the nice one, hehe, and I don't mind you coming back, come back any time! Thanks for praising my writing! Well, you certainly are a hybrid. Spock and Data? I may even be a fan of you. Thank you so much for the review and please, feel free to ramble whenever you want, it is an honour to converse with a fellow Trekkie, especially one who might as well belong to the series itself.
To LadyMinuialwen: The mean guard? Yep, he was the only one I could comfortably kill off, thanks for the review :D
To Silver A Guest: Oh that sounds so sweet! Your sister is very lucky, I have three sisters myself and used to play pretend with them all the time (still do sometimes) to be honest, are you sure you are not a counterpart of North? Hehe, wow, that was an impressive idea on Pitch, with him being the guardian of caution, I really like it! *takes most likely elf-made cookie* and a lovely Russian message! I self-teach myself Russian as the language is stunning and in reply I tell you.
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