Disclaimer: I own nothing from Rise of the Guardians, although I do wish Pitch was mine. Don't we all? Cupid is mine though, well this version of her is. Anywho, thank you very much for stopping by to take a read, there will be more soon! Reviews are always appreciated! :)

Prologue

"In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present." –Francis Bacon

Cupid's heart shaped lips smashed into his mouth. Pitch's eyes widened as he felt her hands begin to pull at his robe, attempting to pull it open. When he felt her fingertips against his chest, he uttered a soft moan against her mouth. He snapped his fingers and right underneath her hands, his cloak dissolved into black sand, melting from his torso, leaving only his pants and shoes to cover him. Her fingers explored his chest fiercely and to show her gratitude, the guardian of love opened her mouth completely and let her tongue dance against his. She tasted his loneliness, his need for a companion. The king had been alone for so long, his hands remained by his side as if he were scared to physically touch her. Her tongue was as soft as a rose petal, tasted like chocolate and Pitch Black wanted to consume her entirely. He had lovers in the past of course, queens of fire, wood, and stone ravaged him in the dark ages, but Cupid was different. Passion, seduction, and desire were her strongest suits and she knew exactly what to do and how to do it. Perfectly. Pitch was slightly worried that she would challenge him sexually. A competition he would not lose and if that meant breaking her body, so be it. The temptress wrapped her hands around his hips, guiding them to press against hers while her tongue fought for control over his. The boogieman finally freed his hands, placed them on top of hers and gave her whole body a slight shove. Surprised, she released her lips from his.

Cupid fell back into his bed of black silk, which seemed to generate out of nowhere. Pitch Black, his hands never leaving her hips, hovered over her. His intense, eclipsed eyes focused onto her wide violets. Her heart was beating out of control, and she was failing to control her anxiety. This was his palace, his lair and he would have demanded she leave his presence if she stepped even the slightest bit out of line with him. But she was here, in his bed, with him above her. Expecting her answer to the question he didn't have to ask. How far was this going to go between them?

Given that he was considered "forbidden" by the other guardians, even with friendship, she was tempted to take it to the furthest point. This could never happen between them. He was darkness, she was light. He was fear and she was love. Pitch was known for his devastation and chaos. He couldn't have been wanting this either, not with her anyways, the guardian of romance and happily ever afters. But here he was, waiting for her response.

He raised an eyebrow impatiently at her. Without overthinking it any longer, she nodded her head silently, sealing the deal. Her soft hands reached towards him, and anchored themselves at the base of his neck, pulling his face crashing onto hers once more. His lips attacked hers with such a strong force that for a split second, she feared that she had made the wrong decision. He sensed that fear, and formed a small smile against her lips. He was winning. His tongue demanded its way into her month but she was not about to let him in without working for it. Quickly, she wrapped her lips around it and began to suck slowly. Pitch moaned with pleasure to the unexpected surprise and let her continue. Seeing that she was clearly distracted, his hands began to slowly slide upwards from her hips. Cupid released her hold on his mouth when she felt his cold hands make their way up her back. Each of his fingers was wrapped around by a blonde curl within the giant mass of hair. He lifted her head towards him this time and claimed her mouth as his prize. The guardian pulled the king's body towards her own, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her fingers began to stroke the skin against his spine repetitively, almost as if she were trying to memorize it.

Cupid could feel Pitch's body begin to rub against her own in such a way no one could wrongly interpret, all the while his mouth was still exploring hers. Wanting to know what he would do next, she opened her legs slightly, just to tease him a little. Instantly, creating a pillow for her head, his hands left the curly mess. He gripped her thighs just below the hem of her short, roman styled, white dress and began to slowly stroke them, claiming the upper hand once more. His fingers were cold and rough, resulting in a deep moan from her throat. Instinctively, she wrapped one of her legs around the back of one of his, allowing any free space between them to disappear. Eager to taste more of her, he retreated his tongue from her mouth and began kiss her neck softly, earning some gasps from her. His lips were electrifying against her skin and Cupid craved more. Her lips formed a small grin when she thought about those lips kissing other parts of her body. A small blush crept into her cheeks when she felt his bulge grinding against the fabric covering her belly button.

Her hands abandoned his back and made their way into his spiked hair, surprised by its unexpected softness masked under countless layers of gel. She gave a slight tug, signaling the appropriate action.

"You wish to stop?" he asked as he reluctantly pulled away from her neck. His golden eyes examined her face, in case she her response was a lie. Cupid, almost offended by such a stupid question, shook her head slightly. Pitch raised an eyebrow, growing impatient with her.

"Touch me…" she whispered softly. Pitch froze on the spot, not only was she telling the truth, she was begging him to take the next step. He never understood his attraction to Cupid, why he felt the desire to constantly be around her and the slight sadness that consumed him when he wasn't. He would have known if the guardian had put some sort of spell on him or shot him with that damn crossbow of hers but she never did, she was here willingly…wanting him as he much as he had always wanted her. Filling that void of loneliness he carried since his birth and fully aware of the consequences if this were to happen. He released the breath he was holding back, while his eyes left her face and focused themselves on the thin white straps on her shoulders. All he would have to do is unhook the pendants that held the straps to her chest and it would be completely exposed. Silently, but with a grin, his finger traced the pattern on the left pendant. It was of an arrow surrounded by several swirls. He caught her holding her breath, anticipating the moment. Just as eager as she was, his finger unhooked the latch and then again with its twin. Cupid pulled the weighted down straps over the back her shoulders to rest on the bed, leaving only a thin piece of white fabric to rest on her chest. She could sit up and let fall on its own, denying him the privilege for himself but that would almost be too cruel. Pitch gently peeled back the fabric, letting it fall over her stomach, as his hands held on to her bare shoulders.

She was perfect sculpted. Firm and plump without a single scar or blemish. Not as voluptuous as her Aphrodite form but not as immature and small as her Juliet form. They seemed a perfect fit for his hands, which were starting to shake as soon as he noticed her rosebud shaped nipples were perked up from her own uncontained excitement. It took every bit of strength he had not to ravage her right there.

"I could change, Pitch...if I'm not..." she whispered out of concern from his lingering stare. Before he could object, her blonde curly mess of hair exploded into a tight brunette bun.

"No!" he bellowed harshly, his voice echoing throughout his kingdom. Her bun then burst back into her natural blonde curls as she avoided his eyes.

"Never. Do. That. Again." He growled through his jagged teeth. Cupid nodded slowly, making eye contact. Wanting to get back on his good side, she lifted herself up with her arms so she was at his eye level.

"My deepest regrets…your Majesty…" she whimpered through her pouty lips, inching closer and closer to his mouth. Before he could understand what her goal was, she already achieved it. Her lips both closed around his bottom lip and began to suck it at an alarmingly fast pace. His frustration with her quickly passed as he wrapped his arms around her back and pushed her back into the bed, resuming their previous position. His right hand left the bed and claimed her left breast with such a fierce grip, it left her breathless. He moaned into her ear as his hand began to squeeze tenderly, placing her nipple beneath his thumb. Cupid released his lip, throwing her head back whilst gasping in pleasure.

"Oh…" she panted towards the ceiling, arching her back. Her hips crashed into his, quickening his pace. Pitch's other hand began mimicking the actions of its twin on her other breast while he enjoyed her pleasurable expressions on her face. He wanted more of her, to take it one step further. For her to be screaming his name in ecstasy. Without warning, he lowered his mouth and let his tongue take the place of his thumb. Pitch could feel her body wiggle underneath of his and it pleased him greatly. His mouth engulfed her nipple entirely, his tongue licking it while his cold lips opened and closed around it repetitively.

"Don't…stop…please.." she cried out while pulling onto his hair. His mouth moved to her other breast, giving it an equal treatment. His free hand reached up towards her hair, stroking her face. Cupid kissed the tips of his finger before pulling one into her mouth. Pitch groaned into her breast as she began to suck on it. His penis began throbbing against the fabric covering her core from the pleasure.

"Mmm…" she moaned as her tongue licked across his nail. "Mmm…"

He sucked harder on her chest but craved more, he need more. The King pulled his hand free and began feverishly pulling the remainder of her dress while she began pulling at his hair once more, trying to keep her composure but failing miserably. Her dress was tightened around her waist by single pink ribbon that once removed would cause the entire thing to slide off effortlessly. His hands fumbled with the knot, his impatience growing alongside hers.

"More…" she moaned out. "I want more…"

Irritated, Pitch Black released her breast from his mouth and used his pointed teeth to slice the ribbon, clawing down the dress with the ferocity of an animal. Once removed, it was thrown onto the floor, now being a worthless item.

His body tensed and froze at the sight before him. There was just a one barrier left, a thin barrier of white cotton between him and her core, but that wasn't where his eyes were focusing. Directly above her panty line was scar that ran across her entire stomach from hip to hip. The scar was jagged and looked as if had been cut with by an amateur who couldn't tell a straight line from a wave. It was deep in some parts, almost like stab…wounds. Furious that anyone had done this to such a perfect body, Pitch stood up from the bed, leaving her confused as well as slightly disappointed their actions had stopped.

"Who did that to you?!" he commanded angrily.

"Pitch..I…" Cupid stuttered out quietly, slightly touched that the Boogeyman was even concerned.

"WHO?!" he screamed, his voice rattling the cages that hung above their heads. Cupid had finally had enough with his impatience for one evening. "I don't know!" she screamed back, although nowhere as powerful as him. "I've always had it…even when I change my body, it remains there." Pitch looked at her confusingly, like she was speaking gibberish.

"It doesn't hurt..." She said in a softer tone, trying to calm him down.

"Hurting you…is a concern far from my mind right now, Cupid…" he mischievously cocked an eyebrow at her and slowly made his way back to the naked guardian laying on his bed. Something he never thought would happen. The black clothing that surrounded his legs suddenly turned into black sand and fell off of his body with ease. Cupid's eyes widened at the sheer sight of it. Being the creator of fairy tales and the idea of 'True Love', she had been with many lovers but no one like Pitch. He was built flawlessly. How she desired to explore his body up close, to feel it, to have it move in perfect rhythm with hers. She responded by bending down and removed her underwear, denying him the privilege to do so.

"That's interesting, Your Majesty." She raised her eyebrow at him this time as he inched closer to her, slowly taking in her entire exposed body. "I was thinking the same thing…about you." Then she flung the underwear off her foot, throwing it on top of her dress. His lips crashed down onto hers once more, pushing her body down as his fell down on top of hers. Their naked bodies grinded against each other, flesh to flesh. Cupid could feel him rubbing against her entrance, practically begging for entry. His tongue began thrusting into her mouth, clearly showing what he intended to do. Her perfect teeth gently bit down, causing it to retreat back to its owner.

"It's okay, Pitch…I'll be gentle." She teased and to him, that was the final straw. No more foreplay, no more messing around. She was challenging him and he would not stand for it any longer. As his hand left her body and to handle a part of his, a burst of emotions ran through the guardian's head. This was the point of no return, life…eternity would never be same after this. She would have to look into the eyes of North, Bunnymund, Tooth, Sandy, and…Jack knowing that she crossed a line, burned a bridge. She took an oath, to protect the children of the world from evil forces, and here she was about to have sex with the Boogieman himself.

'What are you doing, Cupid? This is...wrong. What would they think? What would…Jack think? They'll never forgive you if they find out.' She thought to herself.

"Pitch…I.." she spoke with a tone much sadder than she wanted it to be. She stopped when she felt his lips press themselves against her cheek, catching a tear she failed to notice. It was gesture she never expected from him. Especially when just seconds ago, he was gripping his own penis, ready to force it into her body. It was simple, sweet, and entirely out of character.

"How…?" Cupid managed to mumble as her fingers began to stroke his cheek, thanking him for his sudden kindness. And then he laughed, the King of Nightmares laughed. It wasn't a menacing or mischievous laugh that she had heard on multiple occasions throughout the years, but it a genuine laugh created from amusement. He found something funny and expressed it through a sound that instantly brought a smile to her face. It was beautiful, like him.

"You're really asking that…?" he remarked sarcastically. Normally, he wouldn't put up with so many distractions during sex but Cupid's presence was refreshingly delightful in his usually cold and lonely world. He sensed her fear suddenly bloom out of nowhere and for some reason that he just couldn't pinpoint, he felt compelled to comfort her. An action he wasn't even aware he could feel. There was never anyone in his life that he felt the need to console, but then again, Cupid wasn't just anyone. He formed a bright smile when her eyes finally lit up with the realization of how completely ridiculous her question was.

"Oh my goodness…" she yelled out, trying to hide her blushing face behind some loose curls. He kissed her lips lightly, borderline romantically. "Don't overthink it, Cupid. What you fear is strictly hypothetical. Right now is the truth, a truth that doesn't have to be broadcasted. In fact, I would prefer it not to be." She nodded silently, agreeing with him. What was about to happen to them was between them. No one else had to know. No one else needed to know.

"Are you ready?" he asked seductively in her ear, desperately trying to not let the distractions keep him from going limp.

"Yes." She whispered, and stroked his face once more to assure him of her choice. Her choice to make love to him, to give herself entirely to him and him to her. Pitch kissed her lips forcefully, holding her head still while he adjusted himself to her tightness. Despite her past lovers over the centuries, she felt like a virgin untouched by a man and turned him on even more than he expected. She groaned against his mouth in anticipation, her tongue gliding across his lips. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders, to brace herself.

Then she felt it, her beautiful Nightmare King's shaft was completely inside of her. He gave a low grunt as he suddenly gave a small thrust into her, filling the rest of her void. She gave a tight wince of pain from the underestimated size of him. A sound that went completely unnoticed on his end as he relished in the pleasure of her tightness gripping around him. It was pure ecstasy, and caused a surge of emotions that expelled from his body in the form of a deep moan. He opened his eyes and placed a small kiss on her neck, trying to relieve any discomfort she might have had.

"Do you still want me?" he questioned smoothly in that dark, sensual voice of his, not wanting her to regret a single moment with him.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Cupid replied respectively to the King. She considering it a great privilege that he had chosen her to lay in his own bed with him, in his kingdom. She twirled a piece of his hair around her finger in a playful manner and gave him such a beaming smile, he couldn't help but return it with a smile of his own. He stared into her eyes, searching for an answer. She always felt comfortable around him, and had always given him the unrequired kindness the others were ironically deprived of. For some unknown reason, Cupid seemed to understand his loneliness and never took advantage of it and Pitch wanted to know why. Why him?

"I want you. Don't overthink it." She assured him then gave him a flirty wink.

With that being said, the Boogieman buried his lips into her neck as he began to thrust in and out of her repetitively, his hips grinding into hers. It didn't take long before gorgeous sounds began to erupt from her pouty lips, mixed sounds measuring from soft groans to breathless pants, all echoing off the walls and cages in his lair. Her fingers began turning white as she gripped onto his black sheets. Pitch began to pick up his pace releasing several moans of pleasure himself. He could remember the way every lover he ever had felt and none of them could even remotely compare to her tightness. He could feel Cupid's legs wrap themselves around his waist, pushing him deeper into her.

"Oh!" he cried out, feeling himself getting closer to his peak. It was too soon, he had to wait it out, he would not finish before her. He wouldn't . Pitch would ride her until her release came first. Little did he know she was thinking the exact same thing about him, she would wear him out first, make him beg for her.

"C'mon, get there. Come for me. Come for your king." He commanded and began to squeeze her right breast as he continued panting into her neck, still thrusting into her with an impressive speed. Then he thought of it, a way to trick her. He could give her the illusion that she was in control, only to wait until she was completely exhausted.

"Let me ride you, darling." She requested before kissing his temple. He blushed at that nickname. No one had ever called him such an affectionate name before. No one before her. Ever. Pitch would never let another lover call him that for the rest of his days. That was her name and hers alone. Pitch's hands abandoned her breasts and gripped onto her thighs as tight as he could without breaking her delicate skin. The loud grunt exhaled from his mouth as he gave a powerful, deep thrust into her.

"Hold on." He whispered into her ear. If not for her incredible self-control, she would have come for him right on the spot. Following his order without question, which he noticed, she gripped on to his chest and pressed her face into his neck. Pitch wrapped his arms around her back and rolled to his right, his back landing against the pillows. Cupid could feel him twitch inside of her, giving her permission to take control of him now. She sat up, pressing her hands firmly on his pecks. His hands reached up and began to caress her chest, one finger delicately stroking her collarbone. Her lower lip began to lower, as if she was anxious or slightly hesitant to begin. Pitch unexpectedly bucked his hips upwards, rewarding himself with a small coo from the guardian.

Cupid began to rock her hips forwards and backwards in a somewhat slow rhythm, as if she were trying to purposely torture him with pleasure. He was fast man, he needed speed to finish and she wasn't going to let him win this.

"Harder." He demanded roughly, both of his hands squeezing her breasts tightly. She sunk deeper into him, earning two deep throated moans from the nightmare king, but she rebelled against picking up her speed. Fully aware of her plan, Pitch's hands abandoned her chest and grabbed onto her waist. Cupid became instantly breathless as she felt his cold hands slide up her sides, the very tips of his fingers almost tickling her stomach. She arched her back slightly, allowing him to plant soft kisses on it. Her hands began to explore his bare chest once more as her hips continued to rock at a consistently slow, but still pleasurable speed.

"Ooh…" she managed to huff out between pants as his hands gripped onto her hips and began guiding them at a slightly faster pace. At this point, she was thinking about giving in and letting him win, it just felt so good. "Ah!" she shouted out in a slight pain when she felt his pointed teeth on her breasts but when his tongue began to flick her nipples at the same time, the pain was instantly forgiven. She reached over his shoulders and pulled on his back so his entire body was pushed into her tighter, at the same time causing him to go deeper into her core. It was then her speed picked up quickly. His hips began to catch up with hers, thrusting into her at this angle was almost more than she could bear.

"Oh Pitch…don't stop…don't…stop…please." She pleaded between whimpers. Her breath became exhausted and rapid; she was losing control of herself and he was enjoying it.

"Mmmm…." He purred into her chest as his thrusting began to overpower hers, it was starting to become too much for her. He let go of her breasts and pulled himself up so she was sitting directly in his lap. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist. He began to grind harder and faster into her, panting loudly each time. All of a sudden, he felt the flesh on her back begin to change as she moaned, bouncing her hips as fast as she physically could. A pair of giant white wings burst of out her spine as she began crying out in intense pleasure. Layers upon layers of perfectly white feathers hiked up stopping right above her head. Startled by their sudden appearance, Pitch fell backwards, landing on his shoulders. He had seen her wings hundreds of times, they were her mode of transportation, but never like this, not when she was completely exposed. She looked like a perfect being, an angel he dared to think.

"Beautiful." He whispered softly, wanting her to hear him but at the same time hoping she didn't. Pitch sat back up and grabbed on her waist very tightly, attempting to bring her speed up to his. Her tightness was getting to him, it wouldn't be much longer before he would release.

"Oh..oh..oh..oh.." she shouted out, her voice echoing off the hollow walls. They were finally in sync with their speed, they were going to ride it out together. A choice neither of them complained about. "C'mon Cupid…come for me…come for me." He moaned as he squeezed his eyes shut. They began thrashing into each other, their thrusts because forceful and sporadic. His nails dug into her skin, breaking it. Her wings spread out, wrapping themselves around the lovers, almost creating a cocoon…a haven. His pants soon morphed into growls as he thrusted harder and harder into her. Cupid's voice was beginning to crack from the overwhelming amount of pleasure that began to rattle her whole body.

"Here I come, Pitch…I…I…I…ooh." she cried. Pitch could feel her walls begin to close around him, sending him closer to the brink. Her orgasm shocked her entire core as she screamed out a beautiful sound of ecstasy. Pitch sank his teeth into her shoulder to muffle his moans as his own release followed immediately. He fell backwards into his bed as Cupid's wings folded back into her spine. She pulled herself from his hold and collapsed next to him, basking the coolness of his silk sheets. He pierced her wide violet eyes with his memorizing golden ones. She stared at his face, searching for any flaw that she might have overlooked and found nothing much to her happiness. One of his fingers reached up and tucked a loose curl behind her ear. Flashing him a bright smile, Cupid leaned forward and pecked a small kiss on the very tip of his nose. Pitch couldn't hide the crimson glow beginning to spread across his face, weirdly enough, he didn't want to. It earned him a soft giggle from her mouth. A sensation began to flow through him, a desire he had never felt before. He wanted to protect her, to prevent any harm from being placed upon her. To make sure every day he could make her happy. And although that should have terrified him, oddly enough, it didn't. He had enough control over his own fears. Except one. A brand new fear that was birthed as soon he felt her lips against his own. A fear that he never thought he would ever associate with her, let alone anyone. Cupid, the guardian of romance, he was scared of losing her.

Cupid turned her gaze away from him to focus on the swinging cages dangling above them, hoping they would distract her so her breathing would fall back into a normal pattern. Whatever fears she had towards the other guardians and towards the King of fears disappeared. She saw past his cold and angry exterior and saw his true loneliness, his deep but hidden desire to have a companion. To spend the rest of his days with someone by his side…to be loved…to be…believed in.

"Cupid…" he softly whispered, bringing her back to sweet reality. Her mind became clouded from the way he said her name in this new tone of his.

"Yes…Darling?" she replied dreamily, completely unaware of ridiculous she sounded. He let out a light chuckle before focusing his attention back on his first concern.

"You're doing it, again…" he said rather annoyingly. Cupid instantly snapped out her juvenile mindset and casted her gaze to her stomach, where her hands were stroking tiny patterns against the skin. A habit she had done for centuries, since she remembered waking up, when the moon told her who she was. After the first two hundred years, she did it consciously without a second thought, although the reason why she did it would pop up occasionally with boredom. Unable to give Pitch a proper response, she rolled away from him and tucked her legs into her chest.

"I…don't…know…" she mumbled out into the empty air. Cupid's breath became caught in her throat when she felt his face press into hers and his long, slender arms lay on top of her own. She felt his lips press against her cheek and somehow, she knew everything about her past would be answered eventually and if not, she knew someone who's past was just as mysterious as hers and she could accept that. She reached for that someone's hand and laced his fingers between hers before her eyelids sealed completely for the remainder of the night.

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