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-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 (links on my profile page).

Warning: Mature content, some strong language, some blood/gore, violence, abuse, gay sexual content, rape, acts of sodomy, some torture

Corruption of evil

Chapter 7: Cooling the burning pain:
(Part 2)

A few more days passed by, and Jack remained by Pitch's side at all times, determined to make him well again and protect him from whatever it was that kept returning to harm him so badly. And secretly hoping to catch whoever, or whatever it was, in the act; well, before it actually had a chance to harm Pitch of course.
If he only knew what it was, he would have more of a chance to save Pitch from the threat once and for all.
He'd been putting off asking any more questions, worried that too many at once might anger or upset him. But his curiosity decided it was time for another question to be answered.

"Hey, Pitch?" He looked to his side at the shirtless, bandaged Boogieman, who was reading some old tome of some sort or another.

"Yes?

"I have another question..."

"... Alright."

"It's about the first time that we met since the end of the fight." Pitch looked up from the book he was reading at the questioning ice blue eyes of a certain immortal teen who sat beside him on his bed. He slowly closed the book and put it aside.

"...Jack..." Pitch looked lost for words, and nearly worried.

"N-no! Don't worry! It, it's nothing like that..." He blushed and waved his hands in front of himself, referring to the first time that they did it. Pitch still looked a little worried.
"Really, it's just about this room, in a way... It's nothing to do with... you know..."

"I wish I could take back what I did to you. You do know that..?"

"... I know..." Jack sighed and leaned his head on Pitch's shoulder. They sat like that for a few minutes before Pitch spoke again.

"So, what about this room?"

"... The night you sent out your rabbit and you spoke to me through her, why did you stay in that other room, the one covered in blood... instead of in this bedroom if it's safer in here?"

"Because it wasn't possible for me to communicate with you through this room, not with the protections I placed on it. It blocks powers in as well as out. Well, mostly... Meaning that something on the outside can't sense powers being used on the inside, most powers not working beyond the walls, communication being one of the things that is blocked, and powers on the outside shouldn't be able to get in if unwanted."

"So, you made like a force-field kinda spell and cast it on the room to keep you safe? I didn't know you could do that. But I guess there's a lot I don't know about you..."

"I'm not sure if you could call it a spell exactly, and it's far from perfect; but yes."

"Cool." Jack smirked and then spoke in an odd voice.
"You're a wizard, Harry."

"... I'm a what?" Jack started to laugh a little and Pitch had no idea why, raising a brow at him.

"A wizard."

"No, I'm not. Why are you speaking like that? And who is this Harry?" Jack laughed harder, and though Pitch didn't understand why, he couldn't stop the corner of his mouth lifting up at it.

"Hey, Pitch, have you ever watched a movie before?"

"You mean those moving pictures the humans invented not to long ago? I have seen a part of one once, I was attracted to it by the fear in the audience. It was in black and white and had no voices, only music playing in the back ground." Jack stared at him, his eyes wide.
"... What?"

"You never got out much, did ya?"

"I've had other things to worried about other than the human's newest inventions." Pitch crossed his arms, keeping a strait face.

"I should take you to see one some time."

"I'm... not too sure about that."

"Aww come on, it's way better that what you remember; I promise." Jack smiled at him hopefully. Pitch's mouth turned up ever so slightly, piking his book back up and opening it to hide his face, he muttered a fine.
"Alright!"

As more time went by, Jack had stayed down there for nearly two weeks with no sign of anything aiming to harm Pitch.
In that time they spent together, they talked more, talked about their lonely lives and the things they did to occupy themselves within them. They kissed and held onto each other as they slept; the Boogieman's possessive grip not wanting to let go as they awoke. They even laughed together about the things they had seen and done; real laughter, not evil or fake. Jack had more questions, but as they talked about each other and got to know the other more, they kept slipping his mind. And as that time moved forward, Pitch began to heal; getting better and better day by day, his body began catching up to the damage. His Nightmares would go out at night and create fear, helping to strengthen him. But they did not do this without Jack's knowledge. Pitch had told him and even asked him for permission; even though he would have had them do it anyway, he asked in hope that Jack would understand and accept this. He was extremely surprised and nearly felt his heart skip a beat when he found out that Jack himself had actually asked, no, ordered one of the Nightmares to go out to feed him fear in hopes it would aid his recovery. Jack said that as long as it was only necessary fear or small bad dreams that do no harm, and that they not go over the top in scaring innocent people, then he thought there was nothing wrong with it. Keeping things calm and only creating small amounts of fear was no problem since Pitch wanted to keep under the radar, for now at least; to act as if he was no longer a part of this world. He was far from being strong enough to defend himself from them if the need to arose. He and Jack agreed that it was best the other Guardians know nothing of Pitch being back, at least for the time being; or the frost boy's little visits to their enemy and how he was helping him.
An obvious bond was growing strong between the two, something that their different worlds could no longer sever; even if they were taking there times realising and coming to terms with it.

Once two weeks had passed, Jack decided he couldn't stay down there any longer. Pitch was at the best he'd been since his defeat, and besides, Jack missed the wind through his hair. He missed flying freely and spreading fun to the children. He had been down there to long. Far to long for such a free spirit. Not to mention he'd neglected his duties as a Guardian and winter spirit for that time; what if the other Guardian had noticed..?

He was sat on the edge of the bed with Pitch as he kissed the boy's snowy neck.
"P-Pitch... stop that..."

"Why? you're enjoying it, are you not?"

"... Maybe."

"Right then; where's the problem?" He continued to kiss and nip at Jack's neck, making him let out small whimpering noises. Jack really did like the affection, but it was time for him to leave.

"Pitch... stop, listen." Pitch stopped and looked up at Jack, hearing the serious tone in his voice.

"What's wrong precious?" He said stroking his cheek.

"I've got to leave." Not quite expecting him to suddenly say that, Pitch looked a little surprised. But did he really think he could stay down here with him for eternity? Pitch's face quickly turned to one of uninterested indifference as he moved his hand from the boy's cold cheek and sat up straight.

"Fine."

"Pitch, I've already been down here for two weeks; I have things to do on the surface. Please don't be mad." Pitch said nothing; only stared down at the black sheets underneath them.
"Hey, come on..." Jack reached his hand up to Pitch's neck, resting it there.
"It's not like I won't come back you kno-"

"One more night."

"Huh?" He pushed Jack down on to the bed by his shoulders.

"Stay here with me one more night before you go." Jack blinked up at him and then murmured his response.

"At this rate I'll never leave..."

"That's fine by me." He leant down and kissed him, forcing his tongue inside of Jack's cold mouth. Jack accepted the kiss eagerly, wrapping his arms around the older man's neck; not really knowing how many days it would be before he returned, since he would have to catch up to all he had not done, he would stay just a little longer.
Though Jack had now mostly accepted his own feelings for Pitch, feelings he wasn't sure of even fully understanding; He had no idea of how Pitch himself actually felt back about him. He could only hope the feelings were mutual; but this was Pitch after all; the Boogieman, King of Nightmares. Who knew what was on his mind. Jack couldn't stop thinking about this, and as they kissed the question deepened and tugged at his worried heart.
Pulling away, hands on the back of Pitch's head, Jack caught his breath as he looked up in to silver eyes ridden with gold reflexion of non existent light. He was about to speak, but Pitch got there before him.
"Jack, I want you. I want you to be mine." Jack's cheeks heated up; what did he mean by that exactly? Pitch continued to speak with words Jack had never expected to hear from him.
"Let me hold you properly," He placed a hand on either side of Jack's face, as he looked down at him seriously, his messy black hair falling forward slightly.
"-not like last time, but as lovers would." Jack was wide-eyed and speechless; he was scared and Pitch of course could sense it. Jack's fear; something he found as both a delicious delicacy, and disturbingly unpalatable and foul all at the same time. Pitch let go of the boy's face, sitting back up with a scowl. Jack didn't move, still processing what he had said. Like lovers? Was he saying that's what he wanted them to be? Or was it just a trick or way of saying what he wanted to do with him? Snapping back to reality, Jack propped himself up on his elbows, looking at the back of the man who was now facing away from him as he looked at the wall situated to the side of the bed. Seeing Pitch's reaction he guessed it wasn't the later meaning, though he still wasn't sure if it was the former either.

"Pitch..."

"Forget it, Jack. Pretend I never said anything. On the third time of rejection, I should take the hint." Jack had done it again. Yet again he had hurt Pitch when he could just have said how he felt. He decided it was time for a change. Sitting up properly, he put his arms around the heeling torso of the black robed man; hiding his face between his shoulder-blades.

"Pitch, ...I want you too."

"What?" Disbelief coated his voice as he didn't expect such a response.

"I'm sorry; I'm sorry I'm scared. Please don't think I'm rejecting you. It's just... I don't know how to deal with this kind of stuff. Before you I've never been intimate with anyone; I'd never even given someone a peck on the lips, let alone french." he giggled lightly.
"So being scared is normal, right? Isn't it? I mean, especially when my first time... w-well..." Pitch turned himself, making Jack let go and move back slightly, he looked him in the eyes.
"I... I... what I'm trying to say is..."

"Jack, I hate myself for forcing you like I did that time. All I can do about that now is hope you can learn to forgive me for it, and say that my mind and thoughts were distorted; or at least more so than usual..." Pitch always let Jack see his weaknesses; only Jack. No one else got to see this side of him; it made him happy.

"I think... I already do forgive you. At least a little... But we're immortal; so you've got all the time in the world to make it up to me." The corner of his mouth lifted in a small smirk and without any more thought, he moved forward, catching Pitch's lips in his and throwing his arms around his grey neck. Caught of guard, Pitch let himself be pulled down on top of the boy.

"Jack, are-"

"I'm.. kinda scared." If Pitch was going to let go of his pride and express himself fully to Jack then Jack was going to do the same for him.
"Though you seem to know that already. Of course you would." he laughed nervously, hiding his embarrassed face behind one hand.
"Just, go slow, okay?" Pitch couldn't believe his ears. Jack wanted him? Like this? no longer holding back, he dipped down, catching Jack's lips, tongues melding together forcefully.
"Mmn!" The hand covering Jack's eyes didn't move, so Pitch broke the kiss and slowly pulled it back while kissing it, revealing half lidded blue eyes and blushing cheeks.

"Jack, will you be mine?" Hesitating to answer only for a second, he replied with a scared yet sure response.

"Yes."

"Jack..." Pitch wasted no time attacking those now pink lips once again. Jack moaned in to the kiss as Pitch's hand slowly stroked down his side, stopping at the hem of his hoody. He rolled it up until it reached Jack's neck. Leaving the kiss for just a moment, he swiftly tugged it over the boys head and threw it to the floor. They continued to kiss, Jack's pale hands trailing along Pitch's back and up to his shoulders, where they grabbed on to the collar of his robe, tugging at it. With that, Pitch had it dissipate in to shadow, gently flowing off of his form, through Jack's fingers and in to the darkness around them.
Jack pulled away from the kiss, laying his attention on the man's still bandaged torso. Moving his hands down he stroked his chest gingerly. Pitch looked down at himself, placing a hand on Jack's.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, love." Love. It still surprised Jack, the sweet words that escaped those cruel lips when he spoke to him. Did Pitch ever speak like this to another, he wondered?

"You sure? ...What if you open your wounds?"

"Do you not want this, Jack?"

"Th-that's not it..! I'm just worried... that's all."

"Well don't be, my dear. I am plenty healed." Pitch moved his hand, still holding Jack's, pressing it in to the sheets beside the boy's snowy head, their fingers entwining. Leaning back down he continued to kiss him. He bit down on Jack's lower lip, making him moan again before kissing along his jaw to his neck, stopping there to nip and suck at the pale skin. Jack squirmed under the soft yet rough touches, free hand grabbing a hold of Pitch's raven hair.
Before he knew it, Pitch was pulling down his pants; slightly embarrassed and panicked he grabbed at them to stop him, a dark blush across his face.
"Jack, these need to come off. Let go." He said calmly.
"Don't be bashful now."

"Sorry... I..."

"Don't be sorry, Jack; you have nothing to be sorry about my lovely boy." Pitch moved the hand from Jack's pants to his cheek, stroking it gently to calm him.
"You'll be fine; I promise you."

WARNING :adult scene. If you want to skip it then just continue down to the next separation line.

Jack let go of the rim of his pants, his hand now resting on his bare stomach. Letting go of Jack's other hand, Pitch swiftly pulled them down, revealing the boy's half erect penis as it bounced up with it's release from the material, the sensation emitting from Jack a throaty groan. Pulling them from around Jack's ankles, he let them drop to the floor beside the bed. Pitch smirked at the now fully naked, and aroused, winter spirit below him; Jack looked away in embarrassment. Pitch moved his left hand underneath the boy's right knee, lifting it up so that his knee was touching his chest. Doing the same with the other, holding them there, he told him to hold them in place. Jack did just that, a forearm under each knee to hold them to his chest, with a worried expression gracing his features. Pitch kissed his forehead and rubbed his lifted thigh soothingly, before getting of the bed to kneel on the floor in front of Jack's exposed lower body.

"Pitch... What are you-" Before he could finish his sentence, Pitch had pushed a lubricated finger inside of him which he had just covered in some kind of oil, making him gasp. Tightening his grip on his legs, he held his breath. The sensation he'd only felt once before, even if this time it was more gentle and with his consent, felt odd, foreign. Scary. Though It didn't exactly hurt.

"Relax yourself, Darling; and breath. I promise I won't hurt you." He kissed his thigh before continuing to move his finger in and out, and then back in while adding a second, stretching him. Jack whimpered as he was being penetrated by those long digits that he felt moving around inside.
Pitch wanted to make sure he was well prepared; he knew what he had said about it not hurting would be a lie if he didn't. Even with preparation there was a chance it would still hurt the smaller boy. He didn't want that; not after the last time; not with the new found trust he had managed to gain. He wasn't going to just throw that away.
When he added a third finger and pressed in a little further, Jack moaned, though not in pain. Smiling, Pitch began licking and sucking at the teen's balls that protruded from between clenched thighs, gaining more pleasurable moans.
He eventually added a fourth finger while adding a little more oil, pressing them in as deep as they would go; Jack gasped.

"P-Pitch..!"

"Does it hurt?"

"N-no... no it- nnm haa- ...I don't know..." he wined. Pitch slowly pulled his fingers all the way out, prying another moan from the boy, before standing up.
"Pitch..? D-did I do something wrong?"

"Not a thing." Pitch put a hand on each of Jack's knees; spreading them apart, he had the perfect view of Jack's blushing face and his now very turned on body. Jack saw the shadow fall away from Pitch's lower half as his pants dissipated as his robe had done earlier, putting in to view Pitch's own erect member. He had never actually seen it before, or anybody's apart from his own in fact. It was bigger than his, though he didn't care about that as much as he was worried about it being inside of him. Pitch caught site of Jack's flustered gaze and sensed the fear well up again.
"Jack, don't be afraid." holding his chin between his thumb and finger, he lifted Jack's gaze to look at his own.
"Do you trust me?" Jack nodded slowly.

"Yeah... Maybe I shouldn't, but I do." Pitch chuckled. Putting Jack's arms around his neck he picked him up and moved them fully on to the bed, placing them in the centre. Kneeling down in front of him, he picked up Jack's ass and, pulling it forward, placed it on his lap. Leaning down once more to kiss him, Pitch positioned himself in front of Jack's entrance. He leaned towards his ear.

"Are you ready, Jack?" Jack shut his eyes tightly and swallowed, his arms tightly around Pitch's neck. He was surprised, but, he wanted this now more than anything, he had never felt so turned on, so aroused before. Just the thought of Pitch being inside of him made him shiver wantonly.

"...Y-yes." With that, hands holding the boy's hips tightly in place, Pitch thrust himself inside until he was half way in, grunting at the tight cool contrast to his heated member. Jack's breath caught in his throat, scared to breath. His nail dug in to the grey back he held on to so closely. Pitch stayed motionless for a moment to let him get use to the sensation.

"Breath, love. Relax." Pitch kissed at the marks now present on Jack's neck. He tried to breath, but it came out raged and uneven. Pitch began to move slowly in and out. It was weird, an unusual and slightly uncomfortable feeling, though he couldn't say it hurt; well not much at least.
He couldn't stop the whimpering noises that left his parted lips as the thrusts started to get deeper and faster. The deeper Pitch went the more Jack began feeling good; and then, out of nowhere he flung his head back, back arching as he gave a silent scream. Pitch had hit that special spot inside of him; and as Pitch's own pleasure rose he held on tightly to Jack, thrusting deep and fast, getting close to his climax. Pitch moved a hand from Jack's hip and started pumping him. Jack felt hot, not a melting heat, but that same wonderful heat only Pitch made him feel; only this was different, and he loved it. He found himself thrusting back in to Pitch, wanting more of him.

"P-Pitch! ha hah... I... It feels so good..! I think I.. mnn!" Jack arched his back once more as he came, screaming out in pleasure, his cum spilling over his stomach and Pitch's hand. As he came, his muscles tightened themselves around the older man.

"Jack..!" A few seconds after Jack, Pitch came deep inside of him, biting down on the now bruised neck of the winter boy beneath him to steady himself, a small trickle of blood escaping down on to the sheets.

End of adult scene

They both became limp, one laying atop the other as they caught their breaths.
Slowly lifting his head so as to look at Jack's face, Pitch cupped his cheek.
"...Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah..." Jack looked as if he was about to faint, eyes half open as he continued to pant. Pitch griped his hips and gently pulled away, setting Jack down, before he lay beside him, his back dropping on to the mattress as his breathing began to calm. Jack turned his head to look adoringly in to Pitch's eyes. Pitch didn't think anyone had ever looked at him that way before; perhaps in another life, but he could not remember. In all the years, the centuries, he had been around, not once had someone looked at him in any way other than disgust, terror, anger or hate. There was not a single kind, loving or sympathetic glance his way; until Jack came along.
He reached up to stroke his thumb along the pale boy's parted lips. Turning on his side, he pulled him closer and kissed his forehead. Jack put his arms around Pitch, leaning in to the warmth, head resting under Pitch's chin. Jack quickly fell asleep as Pitch stroked his hand through the boy's snow white hair. He reflected on all that had happened, before following Jack in to slumber.

They felt so safe in each others presence, and nothing had aimed to harm either of them whilst Jack was down there. Pitch was grateful nothing had happened, even wondering if the boy's presence was keeping that evil at bay.
But little did they know, that the whole time something was watching them from a dark corner of the room, waiting...

Oh my, they had sex!~ Oh no, I said sex! that's bad, never happens, no one knows how that works or has any way of seeing such things on the internet, things that are a hundred times more graphic, I should be banned! OoO

Oh dear I also wrote words like penis! blasphemy XD

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sorry, ignore me

Just, I mean, I even made the scene skipable, so, you know, just don't be daft about it if you don't like that sort of thing or think it shouldn't be here, cause there are more people that either want to see it there or don't care if it's their compared to the number of people that don't want it there. (And it's not my fault if a kid finds this and reads it. It's easy for a kid to find graphic porn pictures in google for example. I remember accidentally (I'd like to make it clear that to top it off this was very accidental) finding pics of people sucking people off when I was 13-14 and stared at it for a second like 'that was not what I was looking for... O-O' (I was originally looking for something to do with my homework and guess I spelt something wrong..? I dunno I laughed it off and got back to work XD ) Don't blame sites like this or the people on them too easily just cause you couldn't be more carful of where your kids be roamin!)
Besides, they're called "Content Guidelines" for a reason... "FanFiction does not filter content and is an open system that trusts the writer's judgement." That's what it says, so, yeah, I mean, don't try to filter for them when they're not even suppose to be doing that. Yeah. Just chill.
Zen people, zen.

Anyways... I know some of you still have some questions about what's going on and who the darkness that keeps harming Pitch is and if it's something in the lair or just in his head, but don't worry soon the rest of the questions to the answers you're looking for will unravel (does that sentence make sense..?). And soon the other Guardians will actually be in the story and not merely mentioned; and there's going to be more changes of scenery so chapters won't mostly just be taking place in Pitch's lair like the majority so far. Just give that stuff a couple of chapters and the story will start to evolve more.

Hope you liked this chapter! What do you think of me putting the warning up this way for more mature sections? A good idea? Does it bother you that the warning is basically telling you they're about to do it?
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