Chapter Seventeen: Trouble Blossoming

Neither of them believed it at first, they just stayed within the undergrowth and blinked when it came to reacting because they didn't know how they were supposed to react. The officers took chase of the mysterious runner so the two cell-mates took this opportunity to make a run for the gate that was being abandoned for the sake of pursuing the runaway.

Who it was, the two didn't know but as they got to the gate, barely lit by the dim lamp hung high on the barbed wire fence, their breath stifled and they stared at the man standing in the small booth next to the bar that let vehicles in and out. The guard was staring back at them, blinking twice as he lifted his hand to alert the others when he stopped.

Jack then realised it was the honey eyed guard, Prince, from the prison who helped them a few times, but a warming smile of plead couldn't slide onto his pale face as fear grabbed his heart with a rough fist. He just gulped dry air and waited for Prince to react.

The stale silence was broken by yelling behind them on the dark field, whistles and manly grunts were thrown into the night air like an animalistic brawl, whoever they were trying to catch, they were putting up a fight.

The bar lifted, Bunnymund watched it slowly creak upwards and Prince visibly gulped, trembling as he flicked the small switch that turned the light out above them. In the darkness, Prince's face was lit with the tiny colours of buttons and levers in front of him; he gave a shaky grin and awkwardly nudged his head in the direction of the exit.

Jack wouldn't have been able to go anywhere if not for his beloved Aussie yanking him through the open exit and sprinting across the road into the undergrowth of the opposite forest. Jack looked behind him, hair whipped around his fair face as he tried to mouth 'thank you' to the curly haired guard but the obscurity of the night hid his expression.

Manny watched from the safety of his cell, leaning his arms through the bars, watching with mild surprise as Groundhog was hauled through with rough guards, wounded and tired, pale, sunken and ill with his features obviously from his time in solitude.

That was still a mystery, how he managed to get out of his imprisonment, past the guards and into the darkness of the field but the staff left it down to the sudden outage of power and the confusion that followed in the abrupt darkness.

Blanchette Hood was opposite the cell of Man in Moon, leaning over the railings in her long red coat, she had just been leaving when the ruckus began. Glancing to the right she blinked at her friend: Belle Tinker strutting down the platform, a grin plastered on her cheeky face as she stood beside the nurse.

"And what are you so happy about, Belle?" Blanchette smirked, the optimism on the psychologist's expression was contagious and she felt the spread of satisfaction warm her.

"Well guess who managed to get out because a certain hog was unleashed"

Blanchette blinked a few times, trying to think when she raised her eyebrows, peering behind her shoulder out of caution.

"…Frost and Aussie?" she breathed incredulously and Belle's blonde bun bobbed as she nodded gleefully.

"Why the hell are you so happy about that?" Blanchette reasoned, despite her own feeling of relief and happiness.

"Because they hardly belonged in here…well they did, but…oh Blanche, I ship them so bad"

"Oh my god, Belle, are you serious?"

"I'm not even apologetic, I'm glad I was a part of it!"

"Part of it?"

Belle leant in and winked.

"Who do you think unleashed the hog?"

Three months later, Bunnymund and Jack stopped running, they settled down in a small, ordinary house in Burgess, a few streets away from Jamie's household. (Yet they had decided not to greet the Bennett family until everything was sorted and they were no longer in danger of being taken back to that concrete walled hell.)

Sandy helped them out with finance to begin before Jack took up part time jobs – working in an ice rink for the natural fun of it and serving as a part time teacher (he was anxious to even ask due to his criminal record, but the school said nothing of it which was somewhat bewildering but good nonetheless.)

Bunnymund was helping paint in North's workshop (to which there was always mild disputes between the Aussie and one of North's workers: Phil, about the colour of the toys) but Bunnymund still had enough cash in the bank to keep both of them going.

The normality of it all was surreal as Jack would wake up each morning with Bunnymund behind him curling his muscular arm around his slim waist, breathing deep, warm yet silent snores onto the nape of the white haired man's neck. Like some married couple.

Tooth was bothering them about that to be fair, she had demanded to be the maid of honour and just about everything else except the best man but Jack and Bunnymund would just chuckle at her excitement and figure things needed to be taken real slow to recover…oh and pfft, as if they were thinking about marriage or anything. What are you talking about?

It was that one night in April; when the patter of fresh rain danced over darkened windows in the night with each clear shell illuminated by the street lights, which Bunnymund returned home from work and glanced round to try and find Jack who wasn't there.

The fear inside of him lurched dangerously and he had to use all his self-control to stop him from screaming his lovers name hysterically. He darted through the living room, the kitchen, the hallway until he pounded up the stairs into their room.

His heart softened and oxygen swiftly returned to his lungs when he saw his lover lying in bed, sleeping quietly, curled up with his pristine hair mussed over his eyes and his mouth parted with slow breathing, Bunnymund grinned, leaning against the doorway as he stopped shaking and his ears flopped down behind his head rather than standing alert as they had before when alarm overtook his senses.

Taking off his coat and shoes, he pulled his top off and got in next to Jack, snuffling into the chilled skin of his back and wrapping him up in his strong arms, arms that no longer had to worry about straining the weight of fists as he pummelled anyone who came near his Jack. No, these arms were only for holding Jack close now.

And for pressing against the sheets with shock as Jack bounced up the second the heat of the Australians limb made contact with his own, he straddled his lover and kissed him hard. Bunnymund made a muffled sound of surprise until it faded into one of intense agreement and he closed his eyes slowly.

Jack tasted so sweet and fresh against his hot, irritable body and he melted into the ministrations of his younger lover, feeling like it had been too long since he tasted the pale flesh, to which he swiftly did as he pulled Jack further up above him to reach the column of his neck.

Jack only wore baggy, brown trousers to bed and his torso was exposed, shadows of the rain droplets on the window patterned against his body. God he was so beautiful, Bunnymund struggled to even imagine what it would felt like to not care for the young man in front of him, like he failed to care the first time he met him.

It felt like an eternity ago that he first met eyes with the glacier blue of Jack's irises, but now as he gazed at them through his own heavily lidded, lust hazed emerald orbs, he gasps at the darkened blue they turn as Jack whimpers.

The sound is high and causes Bunnymund's lower abdomen to clench with a heated knot and he pulls his lover back in for a passionate kiss; slipping his tongue within the depths of Jack's mouth and darting the muscle in and out until a thin line of glittering spit connects their lips as they separate for air.

A rugged blush marks Jack's cheeks as he gulps awkwardly and Bunnymund shuffles down so he can latch his mouth onto the frame of the twenty five year old shoulders and collarbone. Kissing, licking and sucking the vanilla tasting flesh with a fever of desperation.

Jack just succumbs to the sensations until a nip to his nipple shocks him out of his dreamy daze and he clutches Bunnymund's hair as the Aussie grins and licks around the pinched area apologetically. Jack presses his head into the pillows above the rabbit-man's head and spots the faint twitching of velvet ears.

Bunnymund sighs as Jack delicately caresses the base of his lover's tall ears, the sensitive fur causing shudders to rock through the Australian, reminding him of the day Jack healed his scabbed ear that had now completely healed.

Jack's mint, icy breath ghosted over the tips before he clasped an edge in his mouth, Bunnymund went lax and stopped moving as the sensations made him suck in a tight breath and close his eyes, clutching the sheets beneath him for fear of clutching the younger man too hard.

Jack doesn't stop, grins slightly at the reaction from the older man and doesn't hesitate to pay attention to the next ear, slipping his tongue out and teasing it along the fur line of pale blue velvet, eliciting a deep moan from Bunnymund who was now considerably hard and aching as the occasional movements of Jack's lithe hips against his own as he continued to suck at his precious appendages. Jack Frost was going to be the bloody death of him.

When Jack stopped, Bunnymund hauled him down to kiss him quickly before turning him over to straddle above him, Jack's gorgeous face flushed from a blush, ashy lips a swollen light pink, wet and parted with salacious breaths. Hair mussed around his face. Bunnymund tenderly brushed some fair locks from his eyes and drew his large hands down the lean body of his lover.

Jack whimpered as several sensitive areas were caressed by warm, calloused hands and the Australian grinned as he leant down and kissed in a long line down Jack's chest to the rim of his trousers that Bunnymund teased lightly with his fingers causing the white haired man to buck up involuntarily.

This wasn't the first time they had got this far, but tonight had a tense heat about it, like maybe this time they would go all the way, the idea frightened and excited Jack to coil up slightly, naturally worrying Bunnymund who stopped and moved up to nuzzle Jack under the jaw.

"What's wrong, snowflake?"

"…Are we going to go all the way?"

Bunnymund paused and kept his nose buried in the junction between Jack's ear and neck.

"Do you want to, Jack?" he replied quietly, keeping still and patient. His lover's comfort was the most important thing right now, his own desires could wait. Cliché but the Australian meant it.

"…Y-yes" Jack said before quickly pulling Bunnymund up in a kiss as the Australian sighed and started pulling down the trousers, revealing slender muscled, chalky flesh that just asked to be tasted.

Bunnymund did just that as he continued on his original trail down round the edges of Jack's member, teasing the joint of his thighs with his mouth and nose until Jack was shuddering and mewling so gorgeously.

"B-Bunnymund, please" Jack tried; he hated the teasing as much as he adored it with all of his nerve-coiled body. The way the tension pulled and tightened on his muscles was painful and arousing in ways that left the twenty five year old moaning without shame.

Bunnymund continued his cruel ministrations for some time longer before he slowly gripped the base of Jack's shaft and blew on the tip; sending the blue eyed man into frenzy, arching and speaking in broken, incoherent words as Bunnymund then placed his lips over the edge and sucked for a second before moving away again.

Jack wanted to scream; no way was Bunnymund being like this, it was going to drive him insane. The flow of pleasure and relief thrived through his nerves as Bunnymund paid mercy and lapped and sucked at Jack's member with sticky desperation, drawing his tongue along a pulsing vein under the head that made Jack's voice catch in his throat with a high pitched whine.

The Australian only gained speed and weight, humming to send vibrations into Jack which made him clutch his lover's hair and buck up. But just before he felt the sweet release, Bunnymund lifted off him and grinned. Jack cried out with horror when Bunnymund didn't carry on, leaning back trying to control himself as Bunnymund straddled his hip and undid his own trousers.

There had been times where Jack had praised Bunnymund with his own mouth to his lover member but Bunnymund seemed to waste no more time in the matter, though Jack wanted dearly to repay the favour.

All thoughts were wiped from him though as Bunnymund grunted as cold air hit his released and throbbing member. Jack stared at him with a desiring lust that only intensified as Bunnymund reached to the side to pull slick oil out from the drawer.

Jack gave him a wry look and Bunnymund merely winked as he lathered the substance over his member, the liquid chill making him twitch and gulp. Just watching his lover under such a state of need was arousing for Jack and he took his time savouring each angle and shadow of his body and each pleasured contort of his chiselled face as he slowly opened his damp eyes and stared at Jack.

Jack knew it would hurt, it was a fact of life or something, he was shy at first until Bunnymund kissed him slowly and pulled his legs apart, nudging him up beneath the older man at an angle as the Australian began to push in. Jack gasped and clutched Bunnymund who shushed him and whispered for his lover to relax.

Tears fell down his pale face as Bunnymund went further in and Bunnymund wanted to stop at the sight of tears on his precious Jack.

"Oh god…d-do ya want me to s-s-stop?" he managed, the tight heat engulfing him in such thick pleasure that the thought of stopping was actually painful, but Jack mattered more.

"N-no, just…ahh…give me a moment" he bit his lip hard and took in deep breaths, relaxing his body until a few minutes later, he nodded to Bunnymund who pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in to the hilt.

Jack moaned heavily, a guttural sound that the Australian had never heard before, but the heady nature of it was intoxicating and it spurred the older man to move harder. To which he did with success, speeding up and parting Jack's legs to just the right angle that Jack shuddered and let out a half scream as he brushed up against something in particular.

"Y-Yes, oh god, yes, again!" Jack managed and Bunnymund tried again, missing it a few times before he nudged it hard once more making Jack arch back and cry out with want. Bunnymund made it a significance to remember the angle to hit the blue eyed man's prostate straight on that only sent Jack into an oversensitive convulsion of pleasure.

"F-faster, please..." he paused to scream lightly.

he closed his eyes as Bunnymund sped up, moaning roughly from his own efforts and the way Jack's voice sounded in his hyper-sense ears.

It wasn't long before the speed and weight of Bunnymund's wild movements sent the spiral of splitting heat into Jack's mind and his vision went dark and blurry as his breathing became rough and uncontrolled.

"Oh-Oh god, I-I'm-"

"Yes Jack, come, scream for me, god I love you so much" Bunnymund muttered breathlessly into Jack's ear. It only took a few more well aimed thrusts for Jack to break into a scream and come over his stomach, Bunnymund followed moments after, gasping and spilling himself into Jack in such a raw way, it was stunning.

The sleep that night was sticky and warm but diluted with comforting words of happiness and love as Jack whispered his love for Bunnymund back with a safe, content smile.

Jamie and Sophie were soon fine to visit and Sophie raced up into her beloved rabbit-man's welcome arms with a squeal as Jamie hugged Jack and refused to acknowledge his tears of relief. They stayed round for dinner that night before going home with wide grins.

The letter they eventually received in a crisp white envelope was from Wolf. Slightly smudged and crinkled round the edges, Bunnymund slipped it out with interest and slight fear. Jack nudged his head through the gap in between the Aussie's arms and watched as he unfolded it with equal anticipation.

To Frost and Aussie,

Hey, no I don't write letters but this one was kind of necessary, secretly delivered by Blanchette and whatnot so the guards couldn't check it, damn I love that girl.

Okay, sorry, blanked out for a second there. Anyway, don't expect anyone from the prison to be looking for you any time soon because according to the files, you two don't even exist. Manny is a clever bastard isn't he? Managed to erase everything, but he did steal a good deal of cash from your account Bunnymund, to send off to the families of your…victims. Below are the addresses of the homes so you can send a sincere apology or something. You're obviously on the minds of the victims people but you committed your crime elsewhere so just stay away from there?

Jack, I have a feeling you might be wondering what happened to Pitch? Well he isn't as bad as before but he has got this prison wrapped round his little finger, he is like some fucking dark lord, but he is happy so I don't really care.

You two are little shits for running out on us like that you know, wish I had come with you but too many would have been suspicious, there is always another time and I get to spend more time with Blanche in here. Leprechaun and Huntsman say hey to you Bunnymund and so does Belle, a girl who is…scarily fanatic about you two, hell, even Dracula sends his regards, he's got a good arm and a nasty right swing though. I don't really know what to say anymore, just treat your freedom well, though you're . mostlikelyfuckingeachothersenseless... good luck or something!

From Wolf.

P.S Groundhog is six feet under now.

The End.

A/N: I don't know, I just felt like it was right to end it on a letter from Wolf rather than some cheesy romantic thing about everything being alright now and being in love for ever and ever (which they will be though) and who doesn't want this fiction to end knowing Groundhog is dead?

Exactly, so this is it my precious readers, this is the best fiction I have ever done (so far) and it is an honour to know how it was appreciated, I am genuinely proud and thankful for all the support, SO much fun writing this.

The next update will be a sneak peek into my next fiction and the final review replies (to which I hope there will be a lot)

THANKS SO MUCH FOR 200, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, YOU BEAUTIFUL CREATURES, YOU.

-LAW09