Author's note:

Hi! I'm so sorry this update came up so late, I just haven't been in the mood for this story these last days. But now I'm back, and hand in hand with the third chapter ;3 Well, not really but you get the idea!

Annie, who will be mentioned below, is in this story my own made up character who is going to play the role as Jack's mother. She is completely fictional and does not exist in neither the books nor the movie. I will not describe her and let her look as whatever you want in your heads :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians.

Warnings: There will be some M/M action, not smut yet but very close ;)

-At Jack's house-

Once the door was opened he was washed over with the warmth from again being indoors. He swiftly greeted his mother and told her his mentor's regards, throwing his shoes off by the entrance. Her mother happily told him to say thanks on monday for her before going back to watching television on the couch. Emma was seated next to her, the top of her brown head the only thing being visible.

"Oh, Jack? If you're hungry you can eat something, there's a plate in the fridge or a fruit if you want one!" his mom said, looking back over her shoulder.

"Yeah, I think I'll go for the plate, it was a while ago I ate glass.." Jack said with a smirk. His mom laughed sweetly.

"You know what I meant." she said and went back to watching the movie that was playing. Jack made a quick entrance in the kitchen, grabbed an apple and walked upstairs, a plan in his mind, knowing exactly what he was going to prepare for.

He went to his room to pack his things. Let's see, some books, randomly picked. It wasn't like he cared, as long as he was carrying something. He stuffed his phone into the bag too, not really caring as long as it was on silent. He wouldn't want any interruptions now, would he?

He opened his drawer, looking at the bottle of lube, hesitant. He bit his lip for a moment before he picked it up and threw it into the bag, why not? Yes, he had prepared for this one and special occation. He closed the backpack before changing into more.. obvious clothes.

He picked a loose white shirt, showing off his collarbone and tattoos on his arm that he'd gotten last year.

(A/N: Yes, Jack has tattoos in this AU ;3 but not too many, just like 3-4 not too big)

He grabbed a pair or jeans from his closet, skipping the chain today, it would only get in the way when shit got going over at his lover-to-be's house. Jack smiled. Lover-to-be. He missed the part when he could take away the last two words..

Quickly he fixed his hair, watching it turn into a more messy look, making him look even sexier if that was possible. He grabbed his leather jacket, throwing it onto himself and swinging his backpack over his shoulder, half jogging down the stairs to the hall loudly.

"Jack! What did I tell you about running in the stairs?" his mother called out from downstairs.

"I didn't run!" he called back and rolled his eyes. "Hey! I'm leavin'!" he announced loudly. Emma and Annie came out from the living room to say bye, his thirteen year old sister looking up at him with a grin.

"I know where you're going!" she whispered in a sing-song voice.

"Yeah, good girl, now don't you dare tell mom or I will not keep updating you about my progresses." Jack whispered back smiling, ruffling her brown hair lightly. He'd been informing her how seducing Pitch had been going lately and after so many miserable fails she'd started to help him, coming up with plans. The one for this evening included.

For being so young she sure did think maturely. Annie looked suspiciously at her two children but smiled once she hugged Jack goodbye.

"Have fun now!" she said as she let him go. Jack smirked.

"I will." he said.

"Just not too much, I don't want to tell the cops that you were tricked to drink alcohol or anything like that again, alright?" she pointed a finger at him, warning him. He rolled his eyes but nodded, giving her a reassuring smile.

Not tonight, tonight he had other plans.

-Later-

Pitch heard his doorbell ring and groaned. Right now was not perfect fucking moment.

Grumphily he stood up and went to put a random shirt on, yelling 'coming' to whoever the damned visitor was. He started to button it whilst walking to the door, looking through the peephole.

His eyes, wide at that, caught sight of a sexy dressed platinum blonde seventeen year old student of his, the hottest one too for sure.

"Oh no."

-Outside the door-

Jack pressed the button that was probably the doorbell. Yep. The only button by the door, had to be the doorbell. He waited a few seconds before he heard the voice he'd missed so, the voice of his Mentor.

"Coming!" he heard the adult walk around a bit inside, before hearing him approach the door. Oh, soon you'll be coming, but for a whole other reason, Jack thought with a small smirk. The light shining through the peephole was replaced by darkness, indicating that this someone was looking through it.

Jack could guess quite confidently who this someone was.

A few moments passed and he knew what was probably going through his teacher's head right now. His grin widened as the door finally opened.

"Hey." he greeted low, his voice sounding almost seductive as he licked his lips sensually, putting on a tiny show for his mentor. Pitch half heartedly glared at him, already feeling his restraint slip in front of this child.

"Hi. May I ask what exactly you are doing here?" Pitch hissed stiffly. Just as his student was about to answer Pitch interrupted him. "-Or, never mind. Don't answer that. What do you want from me?" Pitch asked instead, looking into the teen's eyes, seeing them flash with a dangerously predatory look.

"All of you." Jack murmured, walking past Pitch and entering the warm home.

Pitch looked after him, was the kid insane?

"Hey! Hey, Jackson! What do you think you're doing!?" when he got no responce he groaned. "Agh, unbelieveable." he hissed seeing Jack dissapear up along the stairs of his house and leaving his view. Pitch quickly shut the door before jogging up straight after, taking left where he'd seen Jack turn from downstairs.

"Jackson! This is going too far now. The school doesn't allow these kind of relationships with the students, why don't you just accept that there are things and rules not even you can break for once? You can't think you can just waltz in and change everything to how you want it!" Pitch growled. He opened the door to every room, finding them all empty. Four rooms left.

His office, empty.

The bathroom, empty..

The library, empty...

Only one room left now. His bedroom.

Damnit, Jack.. Pitch thought.

Jack heard door after door getting opened, the sound getting closer to him everytime. For a moment there was only silence, before the bedroom door finally opened.

Pitch saw Jack sitting on his bed, leaning backwards, supporting himself on his arms. Pitch bit his lip, sighing.

"Out. Get out now, Frost. You cannot go on like this. Get. Out." Pitch pressed out through gritted teeth, finger pointing towards the door. Jack chuckled low, standing up and walking over to the man.

Slowly, he reached for the man's outstretched arm and pulled his hand towards him. Pitch's eyes followed his every movement, seeing his pointing finger being placed in the charming teen's mouth. He gasped lightly as he felt it being wettened and felt a warm tongue circle it serveral times.

"You taste amazingly, Mr. Black.." Jack murmured hotly before having his lips surround two of Pitch's fingers instead of one, and then a third. He hummed delightened.

Pulling the fingers out of his mouth with one last sexual moan he lead Pitch's now moist hand towards his own abdomen, placing the cool fingers onto his skin under his white shirt, seeing a flash of fear pass by Pitch's eyes.

"Touch me." he whispered hoarsely against Pitch's ear. He pressed his lips against Pitch's surprised ones, using his next gasp to insert his tongue and start devouring him with heat from inside out. He led Pitch's hand up to his chest, letting Pitch continue on his own as he himself buried his hands in black hair.

As much as Pitch hated feeling played he unintentionally kissed back as his finger accidentally caressed one of Jack's nipples softly, making a soft 'mnhhnnn' escape the teen's pink lips. They parted and as Pitch's eyes opened he realized his mistake.

"No, I'm still your Mentor. I shouldn't-" he was silenced by a rough kiss and with a small push from his young student he was on his bed. Jack smiled in victory, wasting no time waiting, instead climbing onto him straight away. He instantly crashed his lips onto Pitch's while grinding their hips against one another, pinning his Mentor down by a firm grip on his wrists.

Many people would underestimate Jack's strength, but when it came down to serious stuff, Jack was not the one that you wanted to wrestle with.

Pitch couldn't help but moan loudly into the kiss, making Jack smile. Jack pushed down harder against Pitch's groin, making the adult male's resistance grow weaker. Jack's lips trailed down along his jaw and to his neck, hearing a his name in a soft whisper escape Pitch's lips making Jack's eyes widen.

"Jack.."

A surge of electricity shot through Jack at the sound, the way he'd said it was so provocing. If Pitch only knew what he did to Jack. Jack let out a husky laugh, trying to regain his sences before he lost all controll. Instead he busyed himself with unbuttoning Pitch's shirt, slowly getting a good look of Pitch's musculed chest. His Mentor squirmed almost unnoticeably and gripped Jack's wrist to prevent him from continuing.

"No. Jackson. This is wrong. This is against the rules and you know it! It's even illegal, you're underage!" he said. Jack rolled his eyes, he honestly couldn't care less.

"Come on, teach, since when did you care anyways? It's not like you don't want it." he whispered the last bit against Pitch's lips, looking into his eyes.

"What do you know!?" Pitch hissed. This child wasn't supposed to be able to tell. Was Pitch so bad at lying?

"Well, I certainly didn't force that moan out of you a few seconds ago." Jack said triumphantly. That sure shut the other male up in embarrassment as a light blush covered his cheeks. Jack was straddling his hips, slowly startin to grin again. He knew he was right. Both knew. Pitch decided to stop struggling once for all.

You know what? Fuck it. Fuck the rules. I don't care, not now. I will hate myself tomorrow but tonight, I might as well as stop fighting the stream, Pitch thought.

"I hope you're sure about this, Jack. Because when we start there is no way I'm letting you go." Pitch warned low. Jack smiled with all honesty, looking like a child recieving a gift from Santa.

"Couldn't be more of it." Jack mumbled and dipped his head down, capturing his teacher's lips in another kiss. He'd been dreaming of this for years, finally he's gotten it. He felt Pitch's warm hands roam over his chest, pinching his nipples harldy. A sharp but delightful pain shot through him as he moaned out loud on top of his mentor.

His right hand lowered itself to Pitch's bulge, caressing it over the black pants fabric making Pitch growl low in his throat. Suddenly, his wrist was grapped and he foundhimself pinned to the mattress instead, now having the other on top of himself. Not that he complained of course.

"Jack, you've been very bad these last weeks, no. Months. Trying to seduce me at work. Tsk tsk. This behaviour is not acceptable, I think you need to learn your place in this relationship."

Author's note:

Yup, Emma is a little wanna-know-it-all in this story.. Guess I just pictured myself if I'd have an elder brother who was seducing his teacher, I would want to know everything x3

Now, as you noticed, this chapter has no smut yet, and if you still want it, review xP Maybe if you ask nicely there will be some in the next chapter c; (which means that even if you threaten to kill me I would probably write smut anyway, but I'm not going to reveal that to you now, am I?)

Have it awesome!

~ Detonator