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Chapter 5

Jacks plan consisted of two things.

First one was to find Pitch, even if he had to search in the darkest most remote places of the world.

Second would be to kick his ass.

Jack should have known that he Nightmare King would be up to something. He was so stupid to fall in his obvious trap. And for a moment, he truly believed what the other had said. It was really crazy.

He flew with the wind as fast as he could because he knew that the others would be on their way to find him soon. He looked back and saw the beautiful lights in the sky, and knew it wouldn't be long before all of the guardians would be at the North Pole.

Jack turned back around and dried the last of his tears. This was not time to be crying. He was strong. Alone or not, he was always strong.

He slowed down to a halt as he couldn't see the snow-covered hills anymore, and sat down on a rock for a minute to think.

"Where could he be?" –he thought aloud, as he slowly looked up at the sky, the clouds obscuring his vision of the stars.

He ground his teeth, and messed his hair up as he furiously rubbed the top of his head. He didn't think this through good enough. His rash actions always got him in trouble before, and now was not different.

He needed a plan and he needed it now.

Slowly he exhaled and closed his eyes to calm his nerves.

He remembered the nightmare king saying that he would come for him again. So all Jack had to do was to wait.

But who knew how long that would take. And meanwhile, he knew the others were searching for him and would probably find him in a short while.

"This sucks. Dammit Pitch if I ever get my hands on you I'll…"

"You'll what, Jack?"

Jack turned around with eyes wide and sure enough, once again his eyes met with the golden ones of Pitch, who was watching him from the shadows.

"Are you stalking me? How is it that you are always there where I am? Seriously, don't you have something better to do with your free time?!" –came the angry shout from Jack, as he stood up to face the other just like the last time. He couldn't even tell how long ago that was, seeing that it was still dark, but on the North Pole that was not something new.

"Dear, dear Jack, you don't need to shout. I can hear you just fine if you talk normally and civilized. And to answer your question, I was maybe keeping an eye on you. But that is merely for your protection."

"My protection? Yeah, right."

Pitch only smiled as Jack grew angrier.

"What did you do to me the last time we met? The nightmare sand, it…."

"Oh, that. Yes, do forgive me for that. I was merely lost to the….romantic moment we shared together and a little of my powers flew into you. But do not worry, it will eventually disappear for good, if that's what you want."

"W-what do you mean?" –asked the winter spirit slowly.

"I mean that if we do not repeat what we did, then there will be no problem."

"Of course I don't want to repeat that! Why would I want to-to kiss someone like you?!

"I seem to recall a different reaction my dear Jack. If I remember correctly, and I do, you melted at my touch."

"Stop saying that! Stop talking to me like you know me!"

"But I do know you Jack. I know every single thing about you."

"I said STOP!" –yelled Jack as he charged with his staff at the other, ready to give him a beating, but Pitch expected this and quickly disappeared into the ground.

"Really Jack, this didn't work the last time. You really need to come up with something new."

"Stop making fun of me!"

"I would never do that. I value you more than that. I am merely trying to protect you."

"Yeah, I am not buying that speech again. You know who protect each other? Friends! And if there is one thing I know, it's that we could never be friends!"

The winter spirits eyes searched around frantically until he felt someone pack him on the shoulders and turn him around the other way.

"Who says anything about friendship? I was thinking about something much better than that."

"What are you…mph?!"

The rest of the sentence was silenced, as their lips connected again in a cold kiss, which made Jack close his eyes in bliss. He missed this.

Pitch smirked into the kiss before deepening it by invading the others mouth again. The little winter spirit only trembled in his arms, his eyes were clenched shut and his arms fisted into his robe.

Pitch went a little further this time, letting his hands wander lover and lover on the lean body, feeling every curve and angle of the boy.

Jack couldn't help himself as he moaned into the kiss again and again, feeling intoxicated.

It wasn't enough, it would never be enough. He felt like he needed this to breath, to stay alive and he was never going to let go.

But eventually Pitch himself broke the kiss and looked at the wonderfully flushed face of the spirit.

It was a beautiful sight to behold. So pure and perfect and Pitch was ready to do anything to see that face and eyes tainted, and dare he say it, dark with lust.

"You are so beautiful." –he whispered, as he brushed a few stray hairs from the spirits eyes.

Jack was only staring at him with half lidded eyes, still completely overtaken from the excitement and pure bliss from a moment ago. His mouth opening and closing, but he could not force one single coherent thing through those red lips.

The nightmare king sighed while brushing his finger over Jacks lips, and with his other hand slowly groping the winter spirits behind.

"Ah…w-wha?" –came the breathy question. Jacks mind desperately tried to figure out the situation he was in. With no luck at all.

"Don't worry, I would never hurt you dear Jack."

The whisper only made him close his eyes, as a cold hand wandered under his hoodie to stroke his side in a calming matter.

He whimpered and tried to bury his face in the robe of the other in a last attempt to hide away the shame he still weakly registered by these actions.

"Shh…it will be okay. I promise you."

They stood there like that for a while in silence, but soon Pitch began to feel the other going slack in his hold. The sand taking effect faster this time. He smirked and breathed in the scent of the younger one. It was truly intoxicating for all his senses. He was so full of life and energy, that the only thing Pitch wanted to do was hold him forever.

Jacks breathing began to even out as he slipped deeper into a dreamless sleep, for now. Pitch knew that soon the nightmares from his sand would begin to take effect on the mind of the younger one.

He lifted the thin figure into his arms while he observed the peacefully sleeping face of the teen. A nightmare horse materialized next to him and he ordered it to get the staff from the ground, he knew his beloved Jack would need it later on.

He leaned down to plant a small kiss on the slumbering lips and smirked satisfied as Jack sighed happily in his sleep. Things were finally going as planned.

Pitch took one last look at the direction of the North Pole, before he vanished into the dark ground with Jack still in his gray arms.

It was cold and comfortable and it smelled nice. These were Jacks thoughts as he slowly awakened from a weird dream. He didn't know where he fell asleep, but he felt drained and week. Without opening his eyes he just snuggled back, determined to stay in this comfy place for however long he could.

He stretched his legs and tried to stifle a yawn with a silly grin on his face. He rarely felt this lazy at the beginning of a day, but he figured he could allow himself some more sleep considering he had a new job as a guardian. And that job was no walk in the park.

He lay there in silence and felt something touch his face, slowly caressing it before moving over to the top of his head to brush at his silver hair.

"Mhm…feels good." –he murmured and stretched again, not fully registering that this was not a normal occurrence in his daily routine.

A slow chuckle could be heard from above him as the petting continued in a leisurely way.

"I am happy you find this to your liking, my Jack. How lovely it is that you are finally gracing me with your presence once again. Come now, open your eyes."

"I don' wanna."

Was the only reply as he hid his face behind his arms, and tried to fall asleep again.

"It's not that I mind this position, on the contrary, but we need to talk before you sleep more."

Jack finally decided to open his eyes and figure out who it actually was he was talking to this early in the morning. He rubbed his eyes and tried to look up at the blurry face that was obviously staring down at him.

"Sleep well?" –asked the voice sweetly.

Jack only shrugged, finally coming out of his half-awake state to find himself in the lap of Pitch.

He felt himself go beat red in a second as he jumped off the other man and landed on the cold hard floor by his feet.

"What are you doing? Where is this?!" –came the panicked voice of the winter spirit before he stood up on shaky legs and looked around.

He instantly recognized this place. The dark black cages hanging from the ceiling of the cave. Cold marble floors, and everywhere where you looked there was a dark corner. Light seeped in from somewhere above from cracks, but not enough to illuminate the huge place.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Pitch chuckled darkly, standing up from a chair that looked like it was carved out of the stone and Jack realized that it was a throne.

He just shook his head, and then looked back at the other occupant with anger and confusion.

"I brought you here after you lost consciousness in my arms. It must have been the stress really. So much going on in that new life of yours, being a guardian is tiring, am I right?"

"B-but...I thought…."

Jack closed his eyes to help ease the pounding of his head.

"I don't really remember" –he murmured sadly.

"Of course you don't. But don't worry I will help you remember."

"Ok, I may have a little hole in my memory, but I do know not to trust you Pitch."

"Sad, after I went to the trouble of saving you."

"Saving me from who, exactly?"

"From your guardian friends, of course."

Jack only laughed quietly.

"Now that is the biggest lie I have ever heard. And I heard a lot of them coming from your mouth. It's like the only thing that comes out of there."

"Oh, you are hurting my feelings. But say Jack, how do you know I am not telling the truth? Why else would I say that?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe to somehow make me your little pawn again in trying to defeat them."

"I never told you any lies. I am not like the one you all so adore. Your maker as you would put it."

"What does MiM have to do with anything?"

"Oh, a lot my dear Jack. I was not the one who made you forget about your old life, now was I? About your little…sister."

"H-how do you know about that?"

"I said I know who you are Jack. You dreamt about her ever since you regained your memories. Or it would be more accurate to say, your dreams were about your own death that night by the lake."

"That was my own decision, and I would do it again and again if it means I save her life."

"Of course, I know you are that noble. Still….you are afraid of dying, aren't you Jack?"

The winter spirits eyes widened and he shook his head no.

"Don't deny it. I know it. You have so-so many fears. Being alone; dying alone; never being noticed or cared by anyone ever again and being forgotten. So many beautiful fears that just drive me crazy."

"You're sick!"

"Yes I am. And you are too, my Jack."

"No! Just shut up and let me go. I just want to go back!"

"That would be unwise. I have to protect you."

"I don't need your protection. I can take care of myself."

"But you don't have to. You don't have to rely on yourself anymore. That's why I am here. To hold you up above the water."

As he said this, the nightmare king slowly made his way over to the now kneeling guardian. He looked down at his huddled form and tilted his head to the side.

"Stand up, don't cover on the ground. That is not worthy of you."

"Don't order me around." –came the whispered reply.

"I said stand up!" –Pitch yelled as anger overcame him, and he suddenly pulled on Jacks hair to make him get on his feet.

"AAH! LET GO!" –yelled Jack, desperately trying to claw at the hand biting into his scalp.

The fingers slowly loosened and began to stroke the white hair.

"Don't make me do that again. I hate hurting you."

Jack didn't reply as he concentrated on getting his breathing back under control. His head pounding with renewed vigor.

A little whimper left his lips, before dizziness overtook him and the world started spinning.

"What is wrong with me?" –He asked in a quiet voice.

"Don't worry. I will make it all better. Just trust me."

"Okay." –whispered Jack as his confused and tired mind just wanted to get better.

"Come here. Let me hold you."

The smaller man easily gave in, his body slumping forward into awaiting arms. He sighed and closed his eyes, just letting the feeling of being held wash over him. It felt nice. He felt protected. Someone cared about him.

"My Jack. My dear Jack, try to sleep."

"I don't want nightmares."

"Don't worry about that, just close your eyes and forget."

He didn't get a reply, only the sound of slow breathing. He held him tighter to his body before making his way back to his throne and sitting down again, with Jack in his lap.

He watched as after a few minutes, the black sand once again emerged from the guardians mouth to cover up his closed eyes. Jack only whimpered and clenched his hands.

"Not long now." –whispered the nightmare king, as he continued to slowly caress the face of the other. Behind the layer of sand, the tears began to fall, but Pitch didn't care about them. He only smirked in delight.

Yes, I know it is full of drama and stuff like that. And yes Jack is kind of like a whiny emo kid, but I couldn't help myself ok? XD

Read it and like it or read it and hate it. I just hope you have fun while doing it.

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