Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from 'Rise of the Guardians' and I do not in any way make a profit from this.

Warnings: Slash! Man X Man.

A/N: Poorly written Man on Man sex is featured in this chapter. If this bothers you, please go away.

When Jack gets back to Pitch's home he heads straight for Pitch's bedroom, where he knows the man still sits curled up on the bed, glowering darkly at the wall.

"The talk went pretty good." He drops down beside Pitch on the bed and leans back against the beds headboard. Pitch's scowls intensifies and he silently pulls a pillow over his head to block Jack out.

Jack fights down a laugh and smiles fondly while he takes the pillow away.

"They don't really care anymore Pitch. They all seemed pretty happy about it, actually." He whispers into his ear, snatching the grey hand up when Pitch brings it up to swat at him. An unhappy glare is shot at him before the grey gaze turns back to the wall to pout some more. "And I'm pretty sure they didn't see you naked either, I was covering you."

"I will never leave this room again." He mutters moodily, making Jack snicker.

"You know North would come down here and drag you out if you missed a get together, right? I'd let him do it too." He's climbing on top of Pitch and placing soft kisses on the smooth jaw and cheek.

"Jack-" Pitch starts frantically when cold hands part his robe over his shoulders. "We just-"

"We didn't even get close to finishing. I don't know about you but I've been dying to have sex with you." Jack breathes a gentle gust of air against the vulnerable throat. "Can we?"

Pitch tenses under him but slowly nods his consent, eyes trained on Jacks face. Jack smirks and sinks down to kiss and nibble at the exposed collarbone.

Pitch's eyes slip closed and he drags his hand up to grip at Jacks back. Cold hands tease along his sides until they reach the edge of the black pants, toying with the button for a moment.

"Open your legs a bit." Jack whispers, massaging the bulge in Pitch's trousers with one hand. Movement's jerky from nervousness, Pitch complies and slips them apart just slightly and Jack moves between them quickly to grind their groins together.

Worrying his lip between his sharp teeth Pitch turns his eyes to the ceiling as deft fingers slip inside the opening in his pants, fingers taking hold of his semi-

erect cock. Biting cold air fans across his chest and he yelps loudly in surprise.

"Jack!" He snaps breathlessly glaring up at the white haired man leaning over his chest. A sly grin spreads across Jacks mouth as he leans in to lick at a hard nipple.

'When did he take his shirt off?' Pitch thinks dazedly, throwing his head back at the sensation of a cool mouth on his chest. Grey hands map over Jacks back as the pale man pulls at the black pants covering Pitch's long legs, a whine escaping his throat when Jack removes his mouth to take the pants off all the way.

Pitch immediately spreads his legs for Jack again but they flinch closed at the surprise on Jacks face at the action. Of course Jacks hands stop them from closing all the way as he lunges forward to kiss Pitch passionately.

"You're so beautiful, Pitch. So hot." He pants against Pitch's slack mouth. Pitch moans and gasps at the compliment, thrusting up against Jack.

"Jack?" Pitch questions when Jack leans back onto his knees. His mouth dropping open in shock when Jack unbuttons his own brown pants to fish his prick out. Their eyes lock and Pitch shivers when Jack licks his lips hungrily.

"Can you suck on these for me?" Jack murmurs slipping his fingers along the seams of Pitch's mouth. He falters but a moment before opening his mouth wider and letting the cold fingers slide into his mouth, tentatively pressing his tongue against them. Jack leans forward to rest their foreheads together as he chases Pitch's tongue with his fingers, groaning at the slick warm feel as he rubs his slick cock against Pitch's.

When Jacks removes his fingers from Pitch's mouth he makes sure to drag the wet appendages across the slick lower lip, staring down into the intense half-lidded yellow eyes. Moving his hands down the slim body beneath him Jack rubs at Pitch's erect penis before slipping lower to rest against the entrance to his body.

"You ready for this?" Jack breathes against him, cold breath fanning against Pitch's cheeks. Pitch gasps and squirms against the sensation of fingers toying at his hole.

"Yes." He groans, clinging to the sheets underneath him as a finger breeches him.

Jack nudges the finger fully inside of the tight and grinds it around in a circle, full body twitches wracking through Pitch while he feverishly whispers Jacks name over and over.

"Jack!"

"Try to relax a bit more; I'm going to add another." Jack says into his ear, toying at it with his tongue before nibbling on the hot skin. "You're doing so good, so warm."

Pitch bites down on his lip to fight back a gasp, nodding at Jack as he forces himself to relax against the bed. The finger inside slips out gently, squeezing back inside with another and Jack pants harshly at the idea of the tight warmth surrounding him. Pitch jolts forward and cries out at the pleasurable stretch. To fight back the whimpers and gasps Pitch brings a hand up to gnaw one of his fingers, but Jack pulls it away roughly and presses their mouths together to slip his tongue past the slightly pointed teeth to push and slide against Pitch's.

By the time that Jack deems him ready for him, Pitch has begun to rock back onto the fingers flexing inside of him. Slipping his fingers out of Pitch, Jack spits down on his hand and slicks himself up before lining his dick up with Pitch's entrance.

"I'm going to go slow." Jack whispers down to him, nudging his hips forward gently.

"Yes, yes! Please do it!" Pitch murmurs frantically, writhing as he is breached by the head of Jacks cock.

Jack gasps and groans, slowly rolling his hips forward until he bottoms out inside of his moaning lover.

"Oh! Move, move now!" Pitch whimpers, wrapping his arms around Jacks shoulders, pulling him down for a frenzied kiss.

Jack growls, pulling back slowly before snapping his hips forward again, relishing the cry it elicits. Pitch arches up into the building thrusts, slipping a hand down to paw at his own dick.

"Jack! Oh, please Jack!" He wails, wrapping his legs tightly around Jacks middle, urging him to go faster. "Jack!"

Pitch come across their stomachs, entire body going taught and bowing up into Jacks body as he thrusts a few more times before the tightening channel becomes too much for him and his orgasm overtakes him.

He stays seated inside Pitch for a few more thrust, riding out his orgasm face buried into Pitch's chest as he gasps and groans. When he finally gathers up the energy to pull out of Pitch, the man keens and twitches bodily. Jack laughs and places a soft kiss on the side of his mouth.

Grabbing at the corner of a sheet Jack wipes them both off before lying down next to his exhausted lover, pulling Pitch into his arms. Pitch clings to him, eyes already closed and breathing evening out.

"Love you." Comes the dreamy whisper from the sleeping man in his arms, and Jack smiles against him happily.

"Love you too, Pitch."