Here's the seventh chapter. The next one will come soon. If you have any ideas, please message me. c:

Being a teenager for three hundred plus years took its toll on Jack who felt like his trousers were about to rip open at the seams, and at how hot and bothered he had become as he hastily stumbled back to his room. Damn Pitch and his damn teasing and his damn seducing voice... Where the hell did that even come from? He remembered wanting so bad for the taller male to explore his body and to get goddamn down and dirty with the teenager.

The one who desperately needed to be touched in a way that no one else could. If Pitch showed up right here and now and had teased Jack again, oh hell, he'd beg for him to take him and then force the winter spirit on his knees so he could- He needed to be away from the boogeyman and..that fucking sexy attitude of his. And not to mention, he needed to keep himself under complete control or he might do something he would most certainly regret in the future.

"Stupid hormones."

Fearlings-Jack couldn't tell what kind they were- stared curiously at him from the darkness, wondering why he was walking so funny. He paid them no mind and continued on walking until he had reached his room and unlocked the door, opened it, then shut and re-locked it where Jack immediately tossed his staff on the bed and slid down the wall all in one motion.

He took a deep breath and slowly opened his legs to stare down at the huge bulge that was just to break out and ruin his trousers. His long pale fingers hovered just inches above the one place that needed relief and his face reddened immensely.

Back when he had an problem like this, he always was alone and had easily jerked off because he had no audience, but now, sitting there in the comfort of his own room, Jack paused and slowly withdrew his fingers and bit his lip to hold down a moan.

He couldn't do that here, not with the possibility of a Fearling or a Nightmare bursting into the room and watching him "choke the chicken" as he had heard some people call masturbating. Because holy shit, he would want to die if someone ever walked in at that moment.

Creating ice flurries was no difficulty for the boy as he sat there and waved his hand around in the air as he placed his chilled hands in between his legs and a small patch of ice began to form on his crotch.

Jack of course couldn't feel the sensation of cold, but he could feel the swelling from his excitement start to go down some. Now all he needed to do was find a way to distract himself from his sex crazed thoughts and everything would be fine again.

The ice spirit slowly took a deep breath and then another one and lifted his head to stare at the stray snow particles floating in the air around him.

Concentration was key right now, and he needed to clear his mind.

Darkness and shadows enveloped his figure, an inky black color frosting over his snow white and his eyes changing to their bright amber color. His staff flew from on the bed and into his hand as he rose to his feet. The intense power flowing through his body and his staff set his mind at ease and a soft sigh of content left his lips as snow white fingers ran themselves through his hair.

It wasn't soft when he was in this form, it was spiked and felt like it had been gelled up. Experimentally, he reached out and lifted his hand up in front of his face, fingers curling. Small wisps of nightmare sand began to form in a small cluster that was rapidly enlarging the more Jack focused.

It was at that moment that Jack's nose itched, and he gave barely a shake of his head and held his breath, his lungs soon screaming for oxygen.

He had no time to turn his head as a loud sneeze echoed through the room and Jack could only watch in disappointment as the nightmare sand was blown up toward the ceiling.

"Great. Wonderful. Fantastic." He mumbled and wiped his hands on his trousers and allowed an irritated groan to leave his lips.

"How did Pitch do it?"

A hand was raised once again and Jack sighed; okay, that was only a minor setback. He knew he'd be able to conquer this, but he needed to figure this out for himself. He'd ask Pitch, but he didn't want to have to live with the embarrassment of facing the boogeyman again after their past encounter.

Also, the boogeyman was probably having a good laugh about how flustered he'd made the ice spirit. Yeah, whatever. He could do this without help. A small huff of annoyance was released from his throat and he let dark thoughts consume his mind.

Defeating the Guardians, hearing their screams of agony as they faded away, made him smirk a bit. Apparently that was all that had been needed, was just a simple bad thought, and nightmare sand once again formed into his hand until it was a giant good sized ball of darkness.

"Yeah!" A loud cheer fell from his lips and he laughed while nudging the sand toward the palm of his other hand with his fingers.

As it flowed into his other hand, Jack grinned and tossed the nightmare sand up into the air and it drifted toward the ceiling to settle in a clump. He once again wiped his hands on his trousers and snatched his staff from the bed, darkness instantly cloaking and slithering up the base of the staff as it altered from a deep brown to match the color of his hair.

Now, what could he do with this? He swept the staff through the air in front of him, a column of black jagged, almost purple tinted ice cracking and rippling through the room, freezing the walls and the ceiling above him. That could be prove to be useful in fighting the Guardians the next time they showed their faces, and the duo would be ready to fight them with all they got.

A small mew to his right suddenly caught his attention and Jack turned to see the Fearling kitten from be tumble into view from the wall, its face currently covered by its tail as it had taken a spill on the floor and landed with its small feet in the air and a look of surprise on its face. Jack laughed and the sound startled the dark feline, making it jump up on all fours and hiss cutely as it glared at Jack.

"Oh, I'm scared." His mocking tone made the kitten hiss and then dart off into the other side of the wall, leaving the spirit to laugh again and shake his head as he returned his attention to his staff. He raised it high into the air and brought the end of it to the floor, shadows slithering out from under his bed and the corners of the room where they rippled up to him. The four of them twisted up in four humanoid, feminine figures with pupiless white eyes that were focused on the teen.

Their bodies weren't made of shadows like he thought they'd be, and were more wispy and smoky with a light, icy blue tint that Jack knew were from his powers of winter.

His servants...

They stood there, motionless as if awaiting an order from him and Jack cleared his throat while running a hand through his hair. "I don't need anything for now." The four of them rippled away into the darkness once more and Jack remained on the floor and stared after the place where they had gone to.

Jack was about to stand, when a familiar twitter and squeak came from above him. Viti flitted and darted around his head, then cuddled up affectionately to his cheek.

She nearly fainted at how handsome Jack looked in his corrupted form and she instantly latched onto his hair, flopping over on her back and rolling around. He'd make anyone jealous with his good looks! The spirit reached up and ran his fingers down her backside, sighing at how cute she looked.

He'd say she was innocent, but being corrupted by Pitch? That was hardly innocence.

"Hey. What's up?"

The corrupted fairy flitted through the air and settled down on Jack's knee, one small hand tapping on her chin as if she was thinking about something she had wanted to tell him. She suddenly gasped and pulled on the arm of Jack's hoodie.

"Huh? What is it? Is it Pitch?"

A nod.

"Does he want to see me? Because the last time we saw each other, he kind of gave me blue balls. I'm not really sure if that's such a good idea." The fairy giggled loudly; leave it to her master to do something like that to his apprentice and make him flustered.

Jack's cheeks reddened and he covered his face with his hands and looked away from her."It's not funny, alright? It's..kinda embarrassing. You wouldn't understand."

He was wrong there. She understood enough by the way he was acting to know that he did have a crush on Pitch, no maybe about it.

It was really cute to see him behave the way he was, and the fairy wanted to help him out with his problem. Unfortunately, there was the language barrier between them, and she supposed she'd just have to wait to see what she could do to help him sort out his feelings.

Viti sighed and rolled her eyes with a small giggle and directed her attention toward the door. "Alright, then...let's see what Pitch wants." As Viti settled into Jack's hand, the boy rose to his feet and opened the door to see Viti fly ahead of him and leave a trail of nightmare sand behind her.