*Note:
Me: "No Phil, I don't own The Rise Of The Guardians, but that's why I'm here!" *screams as last ditch effort to get through to doors and into factory while jumping on Phil and begging to be let in.. (Phil is the bouncer for the publishing factory where Rise Of The Guardians was made-not really, he's just a guy I made up XD)
Phil: "Listen, if I didn't have a soft spot for ya, you'd ave been done for and long given up by now.. Or at least gotten a restraining order put on ya."
Me: Smiles at Phil like a lost puppy who is grateful for food as he picks me up and sets me down on the nearest dumpster* "Aww, Phil! I knew you cared! Even if you were yelling profanities' at me while I tried to get in the first few times!" XD
Phil: "Don't get your hopes so high sweetheart, you really oughta stop this…"
Me: "Yeah, yeah, alright."
Pitch's POV
The heat from the thousands of embodiments of shadow and nightmares encompassed me, swiftly making the pulse of my body move in time with the familiar beat. It was intoxicating. Normally I would only allow the nightmare men to do this however, the shadows had been begging for years now, so no wonder they had decided to change the pace… I gasped as a tendril of shadow had strayed from its' brothers and gripped and dragged at my length. And soon that one shadow was not the only one containing me… The swish of sand covered my ears as it rolled about as if it were a tongue… "Mhmmm….yes, that's it…." I quivered at the feeling of the relentless exploration of my shadows as they devoured my body…The very creatures that had been discovering the every tremor and stutter of breath of a certain sprite who was the reason for my need… The way that Jack's precious locks of hair shifted just the slightest when he gave a shudder of pleasure, when his usually playful and cocky little irises teased down the frame of me, were now half open and clouded with lust and desire… "Ohh…" I gave a tremor as the shadows landed a particularly firm thrust in that area of want…
Jack's POV
I tried to rub my face awake, but found I could not make my hand move farther than a few inches high off the bed… The heck!? I opened my eyes to find that the nightmare sand snaked around in winding tendrils currently encased my wrist… and after a quick glance around, I noticed that my wrist wasn't the only appendage that was trapped… My ankles and other wrist were too… Along with… As my mind caught up with my body I began to feel all too well the millions of miniscule grains of sand pushing and pulling in union and quickly driving all logical thoughts off… I let myself succumb to the need as the sand started to tease my sensitive nipples….
Pitch's POV
Release. Oh, I needed it badly… So very badly. And I knew just how to get it… "Now…." I commanded my shadows and nightmare men together. Just that one, tiny shift off-and down into the stuttering, tremor-induced, oblivion….
Jack's POV
The sand was overwhelming. It wasn't much longer that I could take the heat of sensation, the slow caresses of the sand around in painfully gentle and continuous motion on my hands, my ankles, and on my intense member aching for reprieve… "Aaah…" My back snapped and finally, finally, I felt relief. Gradually, I let my back meet the bed sheets and my muscles relaxed…. Breathing in and out slow breaths until I fell asleep…
Pitch's POV
Now then, what to do with that wondrous little sprite that I have captured…
I walked into my bedroom to find Jack still asleep… "Hmm, I thought his stamina would have been better…" I muttered to myself. "In the meantime I think I shall give him a nice little present to wake up to…" I walked over to one of the drawers in my room and found the sharp metal with it's wicked curve easily. Yes. This would do perfectly on Jack's waist…
I casually strolled towards my bed where the frost spirit was sleeping, and made a miniscule indent using the blade just above his left hipbone, just enough to bleed, but not enough to scar… Jack shifted slightly in his slumber and moaned while curling his body in towards the slice and twisted his hips in such a manner I found myself wanting more. This time, I decided to make a similar cut on his right wrist… His delicious whimper of pain and fear coursed through me and he pulled his appendage closer to himself, turning away from me while bending himself around both of his new injuries. It was then that I realized I only wanted to hear his moans echo across my lair. I wanted my little sprite to sing… But the cuts were bleeding drawing my attention from the porcelain skin that made up my current object of yearning… And I decided that the cuts would have to be enough for now…
I have to question why I even sought out Jack's pleasured moans in the first place…. I strode away to my study…
Jack's POV
The haze of sleep soon fell away as I came back to my body only to be joined with a slight discomfort where my left hipbone was and a stinging in my right wrist… I twisted out of myself to find that I was cut in both places…
Pitch.
I decided to confront him about it later, noticing that I still had to worry about another object.. My clothes. I could have sworn they should have been on the bed when we… I felt my face grow a shade cooler than normal and knew I was blushing… I decided to leave the bed and search around the room for my clothes instead…. I strolled over to a drawer that was on the right side of the bed…
Inside lie various objects that I suspected were for sex. One was a light blue long and thick stick-like object that a strange switch that said on and off.. Another was a small bottle that had a clear liquid inside. There were also a myriad of rings that were different shapes and sizes as well as this really bizarre looking device that seemed to have a tongue attached to it somehow… Okay, mission to get Jack Frost to stop talking: accomplished. I opened the drawer underneath that one and found an innumerable amount of ropes that were assorted adequately neat. On to the next drawer…
This particular drawer seemed to be taken care of much more than that of the others, even though all the drawers in this room where actually in pristine shape, this one appeared to hold a gloss of importance that the others did not. I peeked into the top drawer hoping for clothes, but yet again I was surprised…
The drawer contained a small golden locket, a long sword, and a book… Curiosity got the best of me and I reached inside for the book first. Making sure not to freeze the book with my touch, I opened the rustic pages that showed they were worn from old age and tried to read the cryptic messages, but they were all in some peculiar language which appeared to use pictures instead of words. After staring at it for a few minutes I realized I wasn't getting anywhere so I cautiously placed it back in it's place in the drawer. To pick up the locket… It's exterior was a smooth, simple oval shape that held no designs on the front nor the back. I rested it in the palm of my hand and wondered idly if I should open it or not. The weight of the locket seemed to grow and I warily put it back. It was too important…The sword I dared not touch, because it's sharp blade would easily detect my frost and leave an imprint there for hours… But I gazed a little longer at the essence it contained until I finally closed the drawer and continued my search…
The drawer farthest from the bed was where I went next, it held the adored article of clothing I was looking for… But all of them were Pitch's robes…
Well, he asked for it…
I shoved on one of Pitch's robes already knowing that it would be much too big and much to long for my body. But I sure as heck was not going to walk around his lair naked…
Pitch's POV
I was once again bothered by the fact that my remaining nightmare had always been a pain by the annoying whine I heard it give for about the thousandth time since I had sat down…The others' always knew to stay far from me when I was in my study, but this one just had to come in at all the opportune moments when it could be the most aggravating. However, maybe the others had kept it busy in the time that I had masses of them and perhaps it was getting bored?
Ugh, pets.
I sighed and got up from my desk where I was contemplating how and why I found myself yearning for Jack only to see that the nightmare was well on it's way towards the shadows it materialized from..
"Ah.. I see, you want to play that game.." I smiled and followed after the nightmare….
*Note: A good friend of mine, LumenDeMorte told me that the Chinese New Year was January 31, and I just wanted to say thanks! And Happy Late Chinese New Year to ya too! (It's the year of the snake by the way, I looked it up ;P) Also, its snowing where I am in the world and so I had off for school, so I decided to update this for you guys XD Plus the superbowl was last night, so congratulations to the Seahawks fans out there! And enjoy the rest of the day! XP Also, THANKS FOR YOUR WONDERFUL REVIEWS! Evil Edd, skittlesbaby101, and HollowStrawberryIchigo!