A request from DragonMasterOf10. Have fun with this. I went all literature on this story.

With the air cold and the ground frozen, Pitch left his lair for the first time since that faithful Easter in 2012. His black, inky cloak trailing behind him as he made his first timid steps outside. His feet made soft crunching sounds as he walked. Pitch ran a long hand through his hair. The cold air invading his nose with the faint scent of peppermint and fruit cake.

Pitch had spent the last two years in his lair to absorb the last few nightmares of the world and for soul searching purposes. Now looking back two years ago, he had now realized that what he had done was not right. His soul searching had indicated that he wasn't truly angry at the Guardians, but yet he was angry at himself. He was angry that he could not be seen. He was angry that he doesn't get what other spirits get, friends.

Hell, even the dumb tsunami spirit had friends!

Pitch lowered his eyes toward the ground, not really looking where he was walking. His mind wandered back and forth on what to do now in his release from his self torture. Should he continue his revenge against the Guardians or should he just do his job and live on with his immortal life?

Pitch stopped. He lifted his head. Life He thought What life is this? One without the comfort of friends or even the content feeling of a peaceful environment. This is no life. This is punishment.

The Nightmares around him squealed with such a thought. They must keep their host under control or else they might be gone. But both Pitch and the Nightmares knew that he would never be able to be truly free. This was his responsibility. Fear is everywhere and fear is good. Without fear, people wouldn't have the intuition to survive or get out of dangerous situations. What drives a woman to switch sides of the street when she sees a man following behind her?

Fear.

What drives a man to pull out a gun whenever he feels his family is at risk in his own home?

Fear.

What drives a mother to be over cautious?

Fear

Whether or not the Guardians understood that he was important, he knew that he was important. He turned left at tree and headed toward the slight hill side. He knew no one would see him so he had full range to go where ever he pleases without distribution. His feet started to float along the snow now, barely leaving any footprints at all. The hill wasn't that large nor was it steep.

Pitch glided up the surface gracefully and than sat down on the hill, pulling his knees to his chest. He had never felt more pathetic in his whole life. Pitch sat on the quiet hill, listening to the song of nature, lost in his own thoughts.

Along the tree branches, a certain spirit had been following the Nightmare King. He landed on a thin branch, hooked his crook to another branch, and leaned his body out to look at Pitch.

He mouthed, What is he doing here?

The wind twirled around his bony body and ruffled the boy's hair playfully. Jack silently giggled as the wind whistled behind his cold ears. Wind was in a particularly playful mood.

"Cut it out,Wind. I gotta find out what Pitch is doing." Jack leaned off that tree for a good ten minutes before realizing that the Nightmare King might actually be doing something nondestructive. He pulled himself back and sat down. "Hmm. Well, he looks like he isn't going to do anything but I can't really leave him." Jack sat there, swinging his leg back and forth. He scratched his head with his Sheppard's crook.

Jack's face lit up as an idea came to him. "I know. Wind, come here." Wind whistled toward her friend. He whispered to her and she went off, gleefully.

Jack sat there smiling like the nut he was. This was going to make Bunny smile for sure. Hell, it was going to make everyone smile and laugh.

Pitch had closed his eyes, taking in the sounds. He forgot how peaceful the world can be sometimes. His job made him focus so much on destruction and chaos, he forgot what peacefulness felt like. It felt nice. He silently smiled in his arm.

As time past with the weird feeling of, maybe, happiness, a shiver ran down his spine. His eyes opened up and his head straighten. Something was up. As soon as the idea past him the first snowball hit him straight in the back, icy cold. Pitch's arms flung out and desperately grabbed his back. Moon, that stung!

Then another hit came by and another. Pitch shot up from his sitting spot. There was only one person who would be doing that. He turned around. He saw the faintest color blue, brown, and then a whole bunch of white. Hundreds of snowballs were aimed at him. Pitch didn't have enough time to vanish so he was met with his cold and numbing defeat. He was covered in snow.

He heard the muffled sound of laughter. Jack's laughter.

Jack Frost

Pitch gritted his teeth and evaporated into the ground.

Jack had laughed so hard because of his prank that he had fallen out of the sky and crumpled onto the snow in a fit of laughter. The wind wrapped her self around him with joy.

"Oh-Oh my Moon, Wind! That was great!" He had taken a few shaky breaths. "Oh Moon. Wind, Wind, do me a favor." Wind got off of her friend in attention. "Go get Bunny, I wanna tell him first but my stomach hurts so bad of laughing. Go on." He waved her off and Wind went, going to fetch her friend's friend.

Jack was then left on the snow, silently losing his laughter. He took a few more breaths, closed his eyes, and stretched out on the snow. "Whoo. That was good."

"It sure was, wasn't it" Came the voice in front of him. Jack shot open his eyes and there stood above him Pitch's face, mouth full of teeth.

"Pitch!" Jack pulled himself up rather quickly, pointing his staff toward him. "Don't come any closer."

Pitch only chuckled. His temper calm and relaxed on the outside while he was committing first degree murder on the inside.

A Nightmare from a near by tree came rushing out and grabbed Jack's staff with his teeth and stood behind his master. "Hey, give that back!" Jack said, reaching for his staff but was pulled back by Fearlings and then pushed against a tree, back outward. Pitch calmly came over to the scared boy. Tied to a tree, about to get what was coming to him.

"You know Frost, I wasn't going to do anything. I was actually quiet happy sitting there. You just had to ruin it, though, didn't you?" He asked as the Fearlings quickly pulled down his pants to reveal a pale butt. Jack's skin went cold, more so. He felt the wet cold over come him. The scared cold. "Pitch?" He asked.

A thin switch was made out of inky blackness came to Pitch's hand and struck down hard on Jack's ass. Jack expressed his emotion through a scream. A delicious scream.

"Keep doing that Jack and I might have too much fun doing this." Another swing to the ass and Jack's calf swung up and he rose to his toes. "Shit! Pitch!" Another swing, crossing over the two previous ones. Jack gasped, trying to keep his screaming low. "Stop this Pitch! You can't do this to me!" He didn't want Pitch to have any pleasure from him.

Pitch swung hard and fast, making each hit count with pain. He quickly noticed Jack's nervousness and his inability to give what he wanted from him. He commanded his Fearlings to create an open mouth gag. Jack's spoken language was compromised with the inkiness in his mouth. "Pitch! Stop!"

Pitch smiled and smacked him again. He never thought he would see Jack Frost in such a position. He decided to have his fun now that his screams were not held back. He swung without thought and each hit was harder than the last, causing an angry red mark on his ass. It almost looked like art. Dangerous art. He smacked over and over again, lines crossing, hitting in the same spot.

Jack's screams were delicious and fueled Pitch like never before. Jack tried to keep whatever composure he had left. He tried hard to hold his tears back. "Pitch Stop! This hurts! Fucks sake!" Jack muffled as the sound of the switch was the only other sound in the air.

Pitch chuckled. His Fearlings pushed his ass out a little bit more so his underside of his ass was shown. Pitch twirled the switch in his hand and held his arm up and swung down hard on Jack's sitting spots. Jack's screams were incredible after these hits but his tears were even more so. Pitch swung again and again, drinking up every last scream and tear the boy had in his tiny body.

"You know Frost, for a thin boy, you are quiet large in the back." He smirked and smacked him on the ass with his hand. Jack jumped from his touch and his breath heavy. "Please stop." He begged.

Pitch smirked, keeping his hand on his ass. He grabbed Jack's chin and turned him toward him. "Beg and I'll let you go." Jack's cheeks flared. He was already hot, tired, hurt, and scared. He had nothing else to lose.

"Please Pitch. Please let me go." Tears rolled down his cheek as Pitch's hand smacked him again.

Jacks eyes closed as more tears came down. "Tell me you're sorry."

"I'm s-sorry Pitch. Please, Please let me go." His body trembled, scared for the next hit. Pitch brought out his switch again and brought it up and stopped before it hit him. Jack was so scared that his body jumped and his body trembled with anticipation. Pitch laughed.

He walked over to Jack's staff, placed it next to Jack, and unhooked him from the tree. Jack took a deep breath and feel on his knees then feel to his side. "You bitch."

"I know." Pitch then disappeared into the snow, under the ground, and back to his lair to relive his delicious fear over and over again till he needed more.

Jack sat on an ice block, sniffling.

"So, yer telling me, that you played one of yer pranks on Pitch, so he beatcha for it?"

Jack eyed Bunny from across the den.

"Yes, Bunny."

"Well, to be honest Jack, That's a little bit funnier than what ye did."

Jack shot him out of the room with his ice and then iced the door shut.