Jack's visited by a black rabbit, that he finds out is a Nightmare Pitch then uses to talk with him. When they meet Pitch is broken; on the edge of insanity, he forces Jack to do things the boy never could imagine he would do. Slowly feelings bloom between the two, which Jack keeps a secret from the other Guardians. But Pitch has a dark painful secret of his own, that proves he is no longer the real threat. A deadly shadow lurks behind them.
Only if Pitch is on the brink will they be able to destroy this pure neat form of evil that threatens everything, even Pitch's own existence.
...Who will survive?

Disclaimers:
-I do not own Rise of the guardians nor any of it's characters, just this story and it's concept.
-I also do not own/ did not draw the cover picture, that was done by the wonderful YaraRaa on Deviantart X3 (links on my profile page)
Thank you again for letting me use it!

Warning: Mature content, some strong language, some blood/gore, violence, abuse, gay sexual content, rape, acts of sodomy, some torture
(No bashing on the couple or genre please. If it's not your thing then you merely need to look elsewhere. We all have our own opinions and our own preferences.)

Corruption of evil

Chapter 1: Follow the black rabbit:

The day was cold and the wind strong, snow falling and covering the town of Burgess, as it slept below, in a blanket of white.

Jack sat on the roof of Jamie's house, staff in hand, admiring his work after a day of fun throwing snowball fights, making odd and amusing looking snowmen and creating mischief as he always did.

The children were all safe and warmly tucked up in their beds, and after watching the snow fall for a while, he began to get a little bored. So pointing his staff at the snow in front of him that sat upon the roof, he watched as he brought a white snowy rabbit to life, watching as it skipped about happily in the snow.
Jack's smile changed to an uneasy look though, as he felt something watching him. Looking around he saw nothing, so turned his attention back to the rabbit. But then he heard a whisper behind him and turned his head quickly only to see nothing but the snow-covered roof. Not even a footprint graced the soft layer of cold. Maybe it was all in his mind. Just the wind he thought, only the wind playing tricks on him. So yet again he turned his attention back to the white rabbit playing about before him. The creature though, seemed to make him feel a little lonely if he was honest with himself. Partially because it reminded him of himself. Cold. Alone. Un-alive. Sure, he had the Guardians who were like a family, and the kids who were his friends and believed in him now, and that was great, wonderful. But... But, the Guardians were often so busy, and the kids, those who believed, he only played with in winter, or particularly cold days when he could bring a little early or late winter fun their way. And the burst of attention he suddenly got when becoming a guardian left him needing more after tasting it. He'd been so alone for so long that the moment he no longer felt alone, and had felt the warmth of friends and family, had made it so that once he was alone again, even if not all the time anymore, it felt even more unbearable than before, with the fear that that warmth may never return.
His lonely thoughts were disrupted when all of a sudden there was a noise behind him again, only clearer this time. He turned his gaze to his side and, with a look of shock and confusion on his face, just sat there staring at what seemed to be a, if he dared to use the words, a pitch black rabbit with golden eyes.
To Jack's surprise, the little bundle of dark started to move towards his own snowy rabbit creation, slowly and nearly shyly hopping over. At first just stopping in front of it and watching as Jack's rabbit just stared back. It then proceeded to, what Jack could only guess, was to get the other rabbit's attention as it hoped around it in a playful manner. So Jack obliged and let his little creation jump around with it's mysterious black opposite. He smiled and even began to let out small laughter, watching the two play around, jumping about seeming to have so much fun. He had no idea where the little one had come from, though it didn't seem to be a normal rabbit at all, he ignored that; too caught up in the fact his little fluffy snow counterpart wasn't alone anymore and instead was having fun and seemed so full of life.
He decided to add to them and create a few little smaller rabbits to play around them. But as he was doing so, to his shock a black substance swirled alongside the snow, and out of the combination arose three small rabbits, a perfect contrast of the blackest of black and shining blue ice. The black at first swirling around and then frozen still inside each ice creature. they looked amazing. Glistening in the moonlight, the three baby rabbits began jumping around the two older ones and then around Jack, but he wasn't controlling them. And after a few seconds of staring in awe, something clicked. He's seen that swirling darkness and that combination before...

"What goes together better than cold and dark?"

The breath caught in his throat, the black rabbit now staring in to his eyes. Those golden eyes upon a pitch black form. This deadly combination of cold and dark within the smaller creations. No.

"It can't be... No, we defeated you!" He stood quickly, letting his snow bunny disappear back in to the snow. The three smaller ice/black-sand combinations jumped of and disappeared out of sight. However, the black golden eyed one remained sat in front of him, simply staring.
"P-Pitch... Where are you? Show yourself! What kind of game are you trying to play?!" at that the black rabbit decided it was time to leave and hopped to the next roof over, a small trail of sand following his swift movement.
"H-hey, where are you going?" Jack ran after it, trying his best to keep up with the speedy animal, but it didn't help that it kept suddenly changing direction and could get through gaps that were way too small for jack to even think about following it through them.
Eventually he caught up to it in a small alleyway, though the reason was because it had stopped and was looking behind its self as if to check he was still there. He suddenly had a feeling that the rabbit wanted him to follow it, and was no longer sure if he should or not. He watched cautiously as it turned around and started staring at him with those intense golden eyes again. He took the chance to lunge himself towards it in hope of catching it. For all he knew Pitch was back and planning something again, so he couldn't just let one of, what appeared to be, his nightmares in the form of a rabbit, get away. But as he jumped forward and was about to lay his hands on the dark creature it disappeared instantly in to the shadows. Falling to the floor, Jack just lay there face down for a few seconds, and sighed. Lifting his head he saw, mockingly sat in front of him, that damn creature.
"What the hell... what's with this?"
Then, suddenly, a familiar voice emitted from it though it's mouth didn't move. Just that same stare continued as the voice spoke.

"Hello there, dear Jack Frost." Jack's eyes widened as the voice chuckled lowly.

"Pitch! I knew it..!"

"Oh so clever, aren't we? Only figuring it out once I had mixed my nightmare sand with your snow. And even then you took your time. Shouldn't you have noticed from the beginning?

"Shut up and show yourself!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Frost."

"What's wrong? You still scared?!" The rabbit remained silent for a few seconds until Jack heard a sigh as Pitch continued speaking.

"I'm not scared of you, my dear boy. Oh I wish I could appear before you, however..." Pitch's voice was sarcastic until he picked his sentence back up.
"I can not. I can only see and speak to you through this small Nightmare of mine."

"Why?"

" 'Why' you say? Why do you think? Do you not remember what you and your Guardian friends did to me? I have only just gained back enough strength to create such a week Nightmare like this one so I can at least see outside of this dark place. I may be a creature of the dark, but that does not mean I wish to be trapped in here for all eternity."

"Trapped where?"

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know? Why should I tell you now, hmm? So you Guardians can come to try to finish me of? You can't kill fear Frost, you can only set me back, and I would merely have to gain back my energy once more like I always do. Though to be honest, I would rather not go through that again. So I think this is good bye for now." The king of shadows said in a voice that held a hint of sadness and depression, somehow tugging at Jack's heart. The shadow creature started to turn ready to run again.

"Hey! Wait! Go through? Go through what? You mean the nightmares who turned on you?"

"So full of questions aren't we?" Jack couldn't help but wonder what happened to Pitch, and couldn't help but feel a little pity for him seeing what he had been reduced to because of himself and the other Guardians.

"I just... would like to know, that's all..."

"Well, how about we play a little game then? You win and I'll tell you all you would like to know." Jack didn't trust the nightmare king, and highly doubted it would be a fair game, or reasonable for him should he lose. But his playful self and the trickster he was clouded those wise thoughts just enough.

"And if I lose?" The only answer to his question was a low chuckle. Jack sat, his legs crossed.
"Well?"

"Oh so demanding, aren't you, child? If you lose... then all you have to do is stand still in front of me, without moving no mater what happens, for five seconds so I can... test something."

"Test something? What the... Test what? A new way of trying to kill me maybe?"

"Haha..! No dear boy, now why would I want to do that, when there's so many more useful and interesting things to do with you? I swear on fear itself no harm shall come to you in those five seconds."

"And after those five seconds?"

"hmm, now that we'll have to see about when the time comes."

"When the time comes? You haven't won yet."

"So is that a 'bring it on', Jack Frost?"

"What are the rules?" another chuckle emitted from the rabbit.

"you try to catch my little friend here, before he gets back to me within my lair. If you can catch him, i'll tell you all you would like to know. He gets to me before you can catch him, i get those five seconds to do as I please." Jack fell silent for a few seconds as he thought things over. What could Pitch do to him in 5 seconds? More importantly, what was it he wanted to do? But he thought the risk would be worth it seeing as the risk didn't seem all that great, especially with Pitch in his weakened state. Well, if that was true anyways. But this was the best way to find out, so...
"Well?"

"Ok."

"Then let's begin our game, shall we? Time for a little fun!" with that the black rabbit turned on its heels and darted forward. Jack quickly taking flight and following after it, insistent on catching it and winning his right to know what he wanted.

The pair darted all over Burgess, until they ended up in the forest where Jack remembered held the entrance to pitch's lair. Or at least, what use to be the entrance. If it was still blocked up and unusable was unknown to him, so he concentrated on just catching the nightmare rabbit before he found out. But it was too late, before he knew it, they were only meters away from that spot, and Jack's cold heart started to beat even faster, adrenaline fuelling his incredible speed that, unfortunately for him, was matched by the creature he was currently chasing. But it wasn't over yet, even if it got in the lair it still had to get to its master who was waiting somewhere inside. They were so close and Jack was ready to follow it down the rabbit hole he presumed would open up for the black rabbit now speeding towards it. He tried his best to speed up before he would have to slow to turn and follow it down. He was gaining on it, it felt as if he could catch it, excitement burst through his mind fuelling him even more.
And then, the rabbit ran right over it.
He was not expecting that.
Nearly face-planting in to the covered tunnel that had once been his path to Pitch's domain, and now was a mere scar in the dirt, Jack stumbled and fell behind the creature created by the demonic man.

"Shit!" He quickly regained his composure and sprinted forward, the rabbit was still in his sight, but as Jack began to run towards it it dived in to a small hole at the base of a tree. Running over to it, it looked just like a normal burrow of some animal or another, and it was far to small for him to fit in as well. He clawed at it for a couple of seconds to check that the small tunnel that must lead to Pitch wasn't bigger a little further in, but no luck. Standing and looking around frantically, he turned back to the old passageway to the nightmare king's lair. Running back over, he gripped his staff tightly and started stabbing the earth beneath him that bore the scare of the old opening; the same spot that use to be underneath the bed, the bed he once also broke with his staff to get to the tunnel beneath. Hopefully it would work again. Well, there was only one way to find out. Digging frantically, he thought for a second hope was lost, but then he thought of Pitch's smug face, and that gave him one last boost to keep going, and with that and one last strong jab at the dirt below that sent a small flash of light though the ground, it crumbled as the blocked opening fell in.
Jack laughed happily at his success as he stared down in to the dark, which faltered to put him off being ready to jump down only a second later. However, just before he let gravity take it's hold, a familiar noise emitted from the depth of the darkness. He stayed still, floating above the deep hole in the ground, listening, unsure what to do. Then, with a rushing noise of hooves and screeching sounds, a huge nightmare horse came bursting out, pushing Jack backwards as if, to the creature, he was never there to begin with. It was quickly followed by a few normal sized nightmares of its kind. Jack was crouched on the floor, immobile in his fighting stance, waiting for them to make the first move. But to his surprise, they ignored him and, after bucking backwards and screeching a few times they ran off. It was as if they were relieved to eventually be free and didn't care for anything ells at that moment. Though a little fear began to instil itself in his mind, and he wondered if he should tail the demons, he decided it was nothing important since he figured at worst they would only spook a few people. He decided to deal with that later and shrugged it of, he had to be quick if he wanted to win, and if he did he could ask Pitch about the nightmares then if needed.
He jumped, this time letting himself fall down in to the dark; in to the shadows; in to what could be his worst nightmares... maybe this was a bad idea. Fear began to ensnare his thoughts, but he pushed on and ignored it. Once his feet touched the ground, he began to run down one of the many corridors of the dark place Pitch occupied. Running around through many different tunnels, hands skimming the walls from time to time in darker areas to lessen the possibility of running in to something, just following the growing fear that lead to Pitch like a scent. Then, all of a sudden he saw, standing in front of him at the end of the tunnel, that black sand creature. It had noticed him and turned to look his way before turning to the left to go through the adjoining corridor, continuing its way forward. It hadn't gotten to Pitch yet! The tunnel it took musk take longer to get to this part of the lair than the root Jack took! His chance was still there. He ran after it, turning the corner and going to the end of the passageway where a large door stood. Pushing it open he rushed inside, to be faced with...
Nothing but a large dark room. He looked around but struggled to see anything. Not even the bright shining golden eyes of a single nightmare could be seen. He could barely make out a few outlines of the room, but he thought at least he would see those eyes, or hear a sound; but nothing. Had it left the room already, or did it never come in here to begin with? He tried to light the room by using his staff with the glow off his frost, but it didn't seem to help in any way.
At this point Jack didn't know what to do and so he slowly walked forward, trying to see if he could make out anything more in this dark room that seemed darker than what he had previously walked through.

"Watch where you step, Frost." A familiar, soft, dark voice resonated from behind him, sounding out of characteristically weak. Though it still made the winter spirit jump a little.
Jack turned around, though he could see nothing, not even those eyes. He then felt hot breath on the back of his head, sending goose-bumps down his spine. Quickly turning around again, he saw them. Those eyes. But something about them seemed different...

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Not even a hello or how do you do? So impolite, aren't we." Jack just stared up at the only truly visible things he could see, and realised what was off apart from the weakness in the man's voice. The colour; the brightness; his eyes seemed so dull compared to what he remembered.
A low chuckle came from Pitch as Jack's eyes widened when he noticed something ells. Sat on Pitch's shoulder, was that damn rabbit. He didn't know why he hadn't noticed its glowing eyes straight away as well as Pitch's. Perhaps he was too intrigued by how low on energy Pitch seemed to be. He remembered him as being a lot more lively, to say the least.

"Damn..." He watched as the Nightmare rabbit, well, he watched it's eyes, following their glow as it jumped off of the man's shoulders and sat by their feet.

"You lost."

"I know..." a hand came to his face, lifting his chin.

"It's been a while, Jack Frost." Jack pulled out of the Boogieman's grip, who sighed in return.

"Yeah, it has."

"Five seconds, Jack."

"mmn... Fine." He couldn't believe he was so stupid as to agree to this.

"Remember. Don't move, don't stop me; just wait five seconds. Do you understand?" Jack nodded slowly.
"Good."

"What exactly do you w-" Before he could finish his sentence, Pitch had pulled his face forward and pressed his lips on to Jack's.
Jack couldn't move; not just because of Pitch or their deal but because he was so shocked. What was this?! Jack's thoughts were a mess and he just stayed immobile as he was told, not knowing what else to do. Eyes wide and a slight heat on his cold cheeks, he felt Pitch's lips move against his own, a hand holding his face in place. Pitch's tongue suddenly grazed his bottom lip, before he give a quick suck where it had touched, making Jack wince and squirm nervously.
Too soon and not soon enough, the lips were gone along with the heat they brought to Jack's otherwise cold face.
Jack just stood there, unable to do anything apart from hold a confused and shocked expression.

"Interesting..."

"What... why, why did you do that?" Jack's hand came up to place his fingers over his now damp lips, touching where Pitch's had been. Pitch just smiled at the question as Jack panicked slightly, a blush easily noticeable on his snow white skin.

"I wasn't sure of something. I had to test it."

"You had to test kissing me?"

"Yes."

"Why?!"

"..."

"That was my first ever kiss!"

"hmm, I had guessed that."

"What are you, some kind of pedophile?"

"You're over three hundred years old."

"And I look seventeen, tops!" (*)

"That's pretty close to eighteen."

"You! You have an answer for everything?"

"Yes." Jack grabbed Pitch's robe, slightly pulling him forward. Pitch winced, and Jack felt wet cloth under his grip, but ignored it.

"Then tell me Pitch, what was this test for exactly?!" Pitch figured there wasn't really a point in holding back now, so he told the boy the answer to his question without holding back.

"I needed to see if the... the feeling that I've felt for you, were what I thought. I know I may be quit a deal older than you, and not just in bodily looks but actual age. And we may both be male. However, that doesn't matter to me. You never left my mind since that time when you beat me and my Nightmares dragged me down here. That triumphant grin; and that hint of guilt."

"What?"

"To be honest I've missed you. Well, I've wanted to see you again, I suppose."

"D'you get badly hit in the head or something..?" Pitch ignored that comment as if he never heard it, though maybe he never did.

"At first I just hated you, I wanted you dead by my hands. But, I've had time to think whilst trapped down here. I slowly realised that hatred, which was because I had felt betrayed, was hiding another feeling similar but far from hate. So many years in the dark on my own, I didn't think it was possible for me to miss anyone, or to feel anything like this. I tried to forget. To ignore these stupid human feelings. And yet... The moment I saw the chance to see you again. Even if I was to lose our little game, I just wanted to see you again. The only one who truly knows how I felt, all alone, for so very long." Jack was dumbfounded, he couldn't bring words out of his mouth, he just stared.
"I at least wanted to know if what I thought I felt was true, because I didn't think this feeling was possible for me. in fact I'm still doubting myself now. I don't blame you if you find me repulsive..." Pitch mumbled, sounding slightly out of it.
"It's... all to interesting to not explore..."

"I... What? But. Feelings, for me. What?" Jack's mind felt messed up. Did he hear right? He nearly felt happy at the thought of Pitch wanting him and feeling for him in such a way. Perhaps it was the though of being wanted by anyone that pleased him. No. Pitch must be playing with his mind. Yes that's it. He just wasn't thinking straight.
Jack started backing up, and placed a hand to his face as he tried to comprehend this madness, a warm wet substance touching his cheek.
"Wha?" He moved his hand to try to look at it in the darkness as he continued walking backwards.

"Jack, stop!" Knowing he couldn't get to him in time to stop him himself, using shadows Pitch quickly and instinctively opened some window like entrances to the room, to let some light in for Jack to see where he was going.
Too late. Jack was slipping backwards. The same wet substance that was now on his cheek was also covering the floor beneath him. He fell on his back with a thud.
Jack realised why Pitch had said what he had said before, when he first entered the room... 'Watch were you step.'
There was blood, so much of it; it seemed to cover nearly all off the room apart from close to the entrance that he had walked through. The blood, a lot of it dry from having been spilled a while ago, but also some of what seemed nearly fresh, was darker than normal blood, nearly black...

"W-what the?!" was this...

"Don't worry, it's only mine." It was. It was Pitch's blood. He had thought he'd felt something damp on his robes, though he hadn't thought anything of it at the time.

"There's so much... What happened here?" Jack's face held a horrified look as he slowly stood up.

"I'm sure you can guess; after all, you're one of the ones who put me here." Jack looked down at his damp hands and then up at Pitch, now able to see the large gash across his stomach and up to his toned pale-grey chest. Pitch was badly hurt; he was bleeding. Pitch had been bleeding a lot. Because of him and the Guardians?

"But... How? I don't understand! The Nightmares brought you down here, I though they would just give you a scare and not listen to you anymore."

"Oh, they did a lot more than just that, dear Jack... To humans they bring bad dreams and fear. But, they're able to do a lot more than just that to me if my control on them vanishes. And those who saw me as no longer worthy to be their leader, held no mercy." Pitch looked down at his feet, to drained now to say much more. They really had pulled him further down than he already was. Whatever sanity he had before seeming to fade along with his power and strength. Jack felt bad for him; was that okay?

"Pitch, Who have we here?" A voice came from behind Pitch and he froze before slowly turning his head to look behind himself and then back at Jack. Jack hadn't heard it, but he saw Pitch's reaction to whatever he had just heard. He had never seen him look so horrified. He then ran towards Jack and picked him up, running for an exit opposite from the door where Jack had entered the room and where the voice was also coming from now.

"Wha-Pitch? What's going on?!"

"Just shut up and do as I say!" Panic was clear in his voice, so Jack obliged, not sure what they were running from. Pitch ran and ran through his maze of a lair knowing exactly where he was going, ignoring the stabbing pain and the blood running down his form. Jack began to worry, he could see all that blood on the floor behind them. He wanted Pitch to stop and explain what was going on. Eventually, Pitch turned a corner and entered a room slamming the door behind them; a couple of seemingly still loyal nightmares running to guard it and stop anything else from entering.
Pitch went over to the bed, in what seemed to be a run down royal bedroom, and placed Jack down on the soft covers.
"D-damn it!" He then fell to his knees unable to hold himself up anymore as he gasped for air.

"H-hey, maybe you should lay d-" Pitch fell over all together, a bloody lump on the floor.
"Pitch!" Jack jumped down to his side, looking over his wounds.
"What the hell's happened to you..."

( (*): Jack is suppose to be about 14 when he dies in the film, I think. Though I've also heard he is suppose to be stuck at 17... But let's imagine he looks around 16-17. Because otherwise this part of their conversation doesn't work as well, obviously. XP)

Sorry if there are any grammar or spelling faults, please tell me if there are. For some reason the document manager on here has changed (at least for me, don't know about you guys) and no longer has the spell-check option. I have no idea why. I always used it to do one last check before submitting, and I don't have a program like word to write my stories on, just WordPad which doesn't seem to have spellcheck... So yeah...

Anyways, hope you like this first chapter! Next chapter will be stronger in the yaoi (boylove) department. You have been warned.

And just to let you know, I might change my username soon. Not sure to what yet, but it's been the same (teen titan inspired thing) since I started this account ages ago and I feel it needs to change. So yeah, just letting you know.

Reviews are welcome!