Me: Don't kill me please, I'm sorry I haven't updated in like FOREVER but I kind of had writer's block and soon I won't have time to write anymore for my fic because of school starting in addition to the fact that guess what-I'M GETTING OLDER. *mumbles about needing to get good grades for college…grr…*
Phil: Hey kiddo, where have ya been? And who the heck are you talking to now?
Me: Ah, about that… I started focusing on school and then had a social life that was taken away because jobs. And after I started re-reading what I wrote I kind of got disheartened that all I posted was smut and that I still don't own Rise of the Gaurdians by William Joyce, so here comes like, a TON of fluff just so you know… And my beautiful, wonderful, loyal, and absolutely ADORABLE followers, like who else? ~ And you too…
Phil: Whoa there kid no need for the sad face okay? We'll definitely see your writing motivation come back into play and you'll get back up on your feet. *mumbles something (…missed ya little sucker…)
Me: *Stares at Phil* Do… Do you really mean it?
Phil: Duh you imbicile! Why would I not?!
Me: *Smiles happily*…Forgive me guys?
Jack's POV
A Week Later
Jack lay on the bed, the beginnings off frustration making themselves present within his furrowed brow. He currently spent his days sleeping inside the lair with Pitch on his mind and his nights being ravished by the idol of his thoughts. However, there had been already more than one occasion when he woke with random scrapes on his arms and cuts along his back, not only from the claw-like fingers Pitch possessed, but something sharper; Deadlier than talons and always in different places. Jack stared at the one cut under his wrist that he had gained when lost their most recent game of 'first heartbeat to flare.' Jack didn't really pay much mind to with how Pitch always kept up his games. He found he didn't mind that the things they indulged in were the ones that only Pitch could win. He did, however, care that he was not getting anywhere near the entrance of the lair to at least get some fresh air-so he came up with a little game himself instead of having Pitch propose one as he normally did. Walking down the now somewhat familiar path to Pitch's usual occupied space in the study, Jack questioned Pitch, "Wanna play something with a little violence this time?"
At the word 'violence' Pitch's back muscles stiffened slightly…. Almost like they were shuddering… Nope, no you went there before idiot and that's how you kept going along with all of this… Speaking of which, Jack had asked Pitch about being on top, however Pitch simply cheated him out of his intent with the whispers and promises of later and strokes of desire…. And suddenly Jack had had enough of being side tracked by Pitch, at least for a little while this time… Pitch was staring arrows at Jack when he calmly walked over to him a smirk upon his face. Pitch still had not moved. Scraping a finger nail along the top of a slightly toned gray arm earned Jack a quick jump of the skin, which only encouraged him to be a huge pain to Pitch.
"So. Do. You. Want. To? Or I could just walk off and pretend that this didn't happen and we can get back to what we were doing before…" Jack trailed off knowing that the bogeyman could not help but to give in to his curiosity in his endeavors.
Though even as he suggested they return to what they were doing, he feared Pitch might actually turn away the offer instead and just leave Jack more frustrated and feeling used than possible. It would turn the tables if Pitch accepted his offer, but he knew Pitch could smell his fear, he seemed attuned to his sprite's light heartbeat.
Pitch's POV
He was just lounging in his beloved and most comfortable chairs minding his business when Jack's melodious voice reached his ears. Then mentions of violent intent had danced lightly along his ears wrenching from him a guilt that stiffened his spine and made him clench his jaw ever so slightly. Pitch stared at Jack almost disbelieving. He had been careful with those dainty and precisely maneuvered cuts.
Always enough to bring a sting, but not pain. Never any real pain for his lovely frost sprite. Though he did have nights during which he would slip into those thoughts to derive inarticulately gleeful and joyous moments when carrying out with those calculated acts on Jack's skin. Which of course was why he was probably being asked to join the sprite in this new game.
Pitch jumped a bit when the object of his thoughts had brought a slow distracting finger down his arm. Pitch, originally bristled at Jack, had his anger distilled at the question when he heard it. "So. Do. You. Want. To? Or I could just walk off and pretend that this didn't happen and we can get back to what we were doing before…"
Did Jack perhaps savor the cuts that Pitch had inflicted upon him? Or did he want his own type of reimbursement? Then, a slight smell, a feeling, turned around the sprite's atmosphere. Noticing the boy's fear of rejection, Pitch ended up hoping for the latter to his questions as he replied with, "Oh? And how would we go about that endeavor?"
Jack smirked up at the bogeyman, a glint in his eyes. "Have you ever played chess?"
The bogeyman's eyes, previously wide had gone narrow and a smirk had set upon his face. And that was all the answer Jack needed.
Me: *Ducks under table and dodges flying knives as well as a few scorns because I know I will receive some. Hope you li-*drops to the floor because a refrigerator comes in throught the air.-ked it. Thank you for the support loves! I'm off now to create more of this story! Hope you liked!