Monsoon [epilogue] Jack Frost and Pitch BlackMore Like This
“Has anyone seen Jack lately?” Bunnymund asked from behind his hand of cards. He smirked up at his opponent, who sneered back deviously. The Easter Bunny throws down a royal flush, a cocky smile puffing up his bunny cheeks. Sandy gapes at the hand and slammed his head against the table in defeat. He throws his cards in the air and saunters off to pout by himself.
Bunnymund sputtered. “Awh come on, Sandy! Don’t be such a spoil-sport!” The Pooka calls after Sanderson, laughing despite his friend’s poor attitude.
Sandy waves his hand behind him, disregarding the rabbit’s taunts. He always sucked at poker anyways. Bunnymund clicks his tongue at the spirit, turning his attention to North and Tooth who were having an animated, jolly conversation.
No one answered his question, so he repeated it again; “Has anyone see Jack lately?”
North turns his attention to the six foot creature and thinks for a m
Monsoon [four] Jack Frost and Pitch BlackMore Like This
The darkness crawled across them like a blanket; their bare bodies warm, sweating, hard and breathless. The air was thick and musky, heavy with heat and desire.
Though through the darkness, ice crept steadily outward from the source, extending and consuming everything in its path in a thick, pure layer of lush, beautiful snow.
A disembodies moan echoed from somewhere amidst the shroud of darkness, filling the Nightmare Kingdom with cries of lusty aspirations. Slick, grey skin moved easily over alabaster flesh; lovely red and purple marks marred both men’s bodies—some the result of fingertips clutching too hard or too deep, others from teeth just barely managing not to break skin. Lips were tugged, sucked and bitten red until nothing but gasps of need and want could be heard.
Pitch remained between Jack’s slender thighs, hips rocking against bare, boney protrusions rhythmically—pleasantly. Hissing and moaning bec
Monsoon [three] Jack Frost and Pitch BlackMore Like This
His lips were fire against Jack’s icy nape—a groan escaped the boy’s freed lips, giving Pitch enough fire to continue back up to the Winter’s jaw. His hands felt like molten lava against Jack’s bare stomach, leaving red, hot trails of desire whatever and wherever they felt like conquering.
Jack groaned softly as Pitch’s tongue slid back against his own—Jack didn’t fight; he didn’t feel the need to. Pitch grinned against Jack’s lips, his hands clutching at the fabric of Jack’s tattered sweatshirt as he once more claimed the Winter’s lips with bruising force. Pitch’s grey skinned arms reached around Jack’s waist and clutched him to his chest tightly.
Jack wrapped his arms around Pitch’s neck, panting softly as he planted one, two, three softer kisses on the older man’s lips before pulling away ever so slowly. Pitch almost felt rejected before realizing th
Monsoon [two] Jack Frost and Pitch BlackMore Like This
"It must be your fear they smell."
Pitch took off, skidding and sliding across slippery ice and down muddy banks to get away from the Nightmares. He was frightened, but it was worth it, if only to see Frost once more. He pushed the thought away as the Nightmares caught up to him, dragging him down, down, down. His last happy thought, he didn’t want them to take it from him, so maybe if he cast it away now, he could call upon it if he really needed it—if he really needed to feel Jack once more.
Jack watched longingly, a piece of his heart falling away into the darkness that Pitch was plunged into, followed closely by the creatures of haunted dreams. He knew Pitch would have to overcome his own fear before he would be seen again. For now, children’s dreams were safe and far from the reaches of the Boogeyman.
The Guardian’s cheered happily—their mission had been a success, they had gotten rid of Pitch Black, for now
Monsoon [one] Jack Frost and Pitch BlackMore Like This
Jack stared out at the barren wasteland of snow and ice and winter’s coldness. His heart ached and felt so much more numbness than it had despite the snow. He thought of the friends he could have had, the time they could have shared together; him, Tooth, North, Bunnymund; the Yeti's, the Elves, even if he'd chosen differently, Pitch, perhaps.
He laughed inwardly at the thought. Chosen differently? The grey skinned man smiling down at him from his dungeon of darkness, full of shadows and Nightmares, where Jack would undoubtedly stay, since the children would fear him, and the Guardian would hate him. He thought of the way the elegant man moved, his shadow carrying him across rooms and worlds like the wind carried Jack. He thought of Pitch’s eyes, the golden-grey of haunted hatred.
Jack frowned. He wondered what it would have been like to be feared. The children would hate him, he thought again. Of course they would. His frown deepe
Of Titans and Titanium [short] Jack and PitchMore Like This
Of Titans and Titanium [short] Jack and Pitch
For the lovely Janusbouu, for being my favorite artist
And for my wife, whatever you’re doing when you read this, you’re always in my heart. Always.
Of Titans and Titanium [the short story] Jack Frost and Pitch Black
I’ll be yours
There isn’t much to their relationship when it first began. It’s threatening, if anything else—at least, just in the beginning. There is the occasional glance, but mostly just snide remarks and ignored snarls, seeping hatred, some taunting Nightmares, but then Pitch delves down into his pit and disappeared for days on end. Jack doesn’t mind those days of utter silence, they remind him of the days before he was a Guardian—when everything was just fun.
Pitch is ever eager to ignore Jack, regardless of how closely they are housed. North warns Jack of this, but the Frost spirit knew Pitch was weak and wouldn’t be crawling out of his h