The Ugly Truth

Author's note- OMG I am soooo sorry everyone! I have had writer's block since I last updated. But i'm backkkk! Kickin' ass baby!

Jack awoke in a dark room, laying on soft sheets of the darkest onyx. He rubbed his eyes, hissing in pain at the contact, a headache drumming behind his temples. Proof that he had been crying, and that everything was real and not...a dream. Jack choked back a sob, everything hitting him at once. Jamie...the Guardians...Pitch. Jack opened his eyes in alarm at the last name, sudden realization hitting him square in the face. Where the hell was he? The forever teen looked around cautiously, noting that he was on a very large bed, covered in black silk sheets and pillows. He noted thankfully that he still had his clothes on and that nothing seemed out of place. Jack looked around in the supposed bedroom that he was in, noting that it looked like a room in a cave. The walls were all stone; pressed against the walls were bookshelves full of books, ranging from the current times to well over thousands of years ago. At the foot of the bed was a large fireplace, keeping the room a comfortable seventy degrees; a little too warm for Jack's liking. He prefered the fifties or lower. Towards his right at the far end of the room was a door, one that Jack assumed lead out of this place. Jack hopped off the bed and cautiously headed towards the door, his bare feet barely making a sound against the stone floor. Jack took note of the large bear rug infront of the fireplace. Jack shivered in delight at the soft texture of the black fur beneath his toes.

'The guy sure does like old fashioned,' he mused to himself.

Jack hesitantly reached out for the door nob, his pale long fingers brushing against the copper metal. Jack, silently as possible, twisted the nob, peeking his head out into the corridor. The teen slowly stepped out and walked down the hallway, noting that the floor was covered in like a mile long red persian-like carpet. Jack chuckled to himself, a smirk upon his lips. Yep, the guy was definitely old fashioned. Jack crept quietly down the maze-like hallway, occasionally peering into different rooms. Some were spare rooms, dusty and old; others were libraries and closets. He just cracked open another one towards the end of the corridor, and was just peeking inside. His eyes widened slightly when he noticed it was an old fashioned kitchen, like ones you'd find in castles. He noticed he was pretty hungry actually and cautiously slipped in, snooping around like a cat-burgular for something to eat. He hopped onto the stone counter top and dug into a cabinet, shuffling through stuff that didn't meet his standards. He grinned in triumph when his hand brushed against a jar. He carefully dug it out with minimal sound as possible. He nearly whooped in glee when he noticed it was a jar of cookies. He sneakily unscrewed the lid to the jar and stuck his hand in, not noticing he had an audience.

"Well...I guess this brings a whole new meaning to caught with your hand in the cookie jar, now doesn't it Jack?" a deep voice asked in a chuckle from behind him.

Jack let out an uncharacteristically high sound from his throat as he nearly dropped the jar of cookies and fell off the counter on his ass. Pitch had a hard time holding back his laughter at the sight of the winter spirit caught in the act like a little child. Jack peeked up over the counter where he fell, glaring at the Nightmare King. Pitch was currently leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed, a smirk on his face at the sight of the caught red handed forever teen. Jack currently had one of his biscuts for tea in his mouth hanging out slightly as he straightened up. Pitch raised a almost non-existant eyebrow at the winter spirit.

"I see you found my biscuts for tea, Frost. I have to admit, the sight was rather amusing," the Boogeyman mused, his silver-gold eyes gleaming in the lamp light.

Jack finished eating the biscut, before glaring at the Nightmare King.

"Shut it, Pitch! What exactly am I doing here anyway," Jack demanded, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve, his ice blue orbs following Pitch's every move.

Pitch smirked cockily, "shouldn't you be thanking me, Frost? I did, after all, let you stay in my home after your little episode yesterday. You were crying awful a lot."

Jack had a blush appearing on his pale cheeks, the pale blue deepening on his cheeks. Jack carefully stalked around the island counter in the middle of the kitchen, his blue eyes carefully watching Pitch as they circled each other, like two wolves squaring off. More like a wolf and a fox.

"What's the matter, Jack? Feeling vulnerable? After all...you are in my lair...alone...without your staff, might I add," Pitch purred, watching the young Guardian's every movement, noting how he tensed up.

"S-so?! I'm not afraid of you Pitch!" Jack shouted, his stance wide, ready.

Pitch's expression darkened, his eyes glowing eerily.

"Well then...we'll have to change that, now won't we?" he growled darkly, his muscles tensing.

They stared into each others eyes for a few moments, each daring the other to make a move. Suddenly Jack's eyes flickered towards the door, before he sprung into action, darting towards his escape. He heard a snarl from behind him, causing his blood to pump through his frozen body, urging him to go faster. He raced down the corridor, the wind not being able to reach him so far underground, thus limiting him to using his legs as his only chance of escape. He heard heavy hoof beats behind him, signalling that he was being chased by Pitch's nightmares. His breath came in heavy pants, his legs pumping faster and faster. He skidded against the rug when he noticed nightmares blocking his path straight ahead. He made a sharp turn to his left running faster and faster. Just as he was turning the corner he was struck on his side by a rearing nightmare. Jack winced in pain, his eyes wide as he spotted a double door to his right. He leapt for doors, pushing them open and darting inside, forcing them closed and locking the door behind him, panting harshly. He hesitantly backed away from the doors, noting he was trapped in a giant library, stocked to the ceiling in shelves filled with books. He noticed another large bear rug infront of a large fire place and the love seat in front of the fireplace. He backed slowly away from the door, not noticing the dark precense behind him. His back collided with a warm, solid object. Dread filled him. He slowly peered over his shoulder, his blue eyes meeting the gold ones of the Nightmare King. A evil smirk was plastered on his lips. Jack realized with dread that the nightmares were coralling him...straight to their master.

"Hello Jack," Pitch purred into his ear, causing the forever teen to shiver.

Jack leapt away from the Boogeyman, his eyes wide and his fists up, backing up slowly. Pitch smirked at the teen as he stalked forward, his arms clasped behind his back.

"What do you hope to accomplish, Jack? You are helpless without your staff; what are you going to do? Hit me," Pitch chuckled darkly as he prowled closer to his prey.

Jack swallowed hard, "I can sure as hell try!"

Pitch laughed, a low dark menancing sound. His gold eyes gleaming a preditory glint, "oh yes, you can try Jack. It will definitely make things more interesting, don't you agree?"

Jack shivered slightly at the look in his eyes. Jack would never admit it but that look sent heat through his body. Suddenly Pitch vanished, causing Jack to panic. He spun in circles, glaring at every shadow.

"Pitch! Enough games! Come face me, where are you!" Jack yelled, looking around frantically.

"...here," came a dark whisper behind Jack, the hot breath tickling his ear.

Jack cried out, spinning around to through a punch directed for the Boogeyman's face. A grey tinted hand snared Jack's wrist in it's tight grip. Jack gasped out at Pitch's bored look as he twisted the forever teen's arm behind his back. Jack cried out in shock and panic, and started to struggle and kick. He heard a frustrated growl behind him before he was roughly forced face first into a book shelf, his arm twisted behind him as the older spirit's body was pressed against his. Jack groaned against the old books, a cough escaping his lungs from the dust. He felt and heard Pitch's satisfied chuckle. Jack struggled and kicked, not gaining any leverage. He heard Pitch growl and force Jack's arm up higher, causing Jack to yell out in pain.

"Go ahead Jack, I rather like my prey with a little fight in them," Pitch growled into Jack's ear, causing jack to shiver.

Jack whimpered into the bookshelf, before he gave a frustrated shout, "why are you doing this you bastard!"

He heard Pitch sneer, "why Jack? Let me tell you why. You need to face the fact that your precious Jamie doesn't love you anymore and that your beloved Guardian's don't give a shit!"

Jack felt tears build in his eyes, his breath hitching.

"Y-you're wrong..." he ground out, his body tense.

He heard the Nightmare King's growl, "am I? Let's see if this will change your mind!"

Suddenly Jack was tossed across the room to crash into the love seat, the air knocked from his lungs. Pitch threw another cylinder in the air, and another silver screen appeared in the air. An image appeared this time showing the Guardians. Jack watched in horror as the image cleared showing all the Guardian's gathered around North's desk, talking.

"N-no! I...won't watch," Jack shouted defiantly at the Boogeyman.

He heard Pitch snarl before his jaw was forcibly grabbed by Pitch and held in a firm grip towards the screen.

"Oh yes you will, Frost," he snarled into Jack's ear as he held him in a choke hold from behind.

Jack was forced to watch as the scene played on:

Toothiana was fluttering back and forth nervously, "do you think we were too hard on him?"

Bunny was scratching his ear, while saying, "Nah! The bloak needed to hear it sometime! He should know that all kids grow up eventually, even Jamie."

Toothiana looked to North for confirmation. North sighed as he stroked his beard thoughtfully.

He looked down while saying, "Bunny is right, Jack must learn the hard way. No kid will ever keep believing in him forever."

Jack cried out as he tore from Pitch's grip, snarling at the Nightmare King, "How dare you show me that!"

Pitch just glared at the winter spirit, stalking close to him.

"How dare I? I am only showing you how little the Guardian's care! And you are being a little brat by trying to throw it back in my face!"

Jack winced looking down, tears gathering in his eyes. Pitch stalked closer.

"They will never understand, Jack. But I do, Jack," Pitch said, laying his hand on Jack's shoulder.

Jack tensed, before roaring out, launching himself at the Nightmare King, hands aiming for the throat, "you don't know anything!"

Pitch caught Jack by the wrists, spinning them around, throwing Jack face first into the back of the sofa. Jack spun around with a shout, swinging back to try to hit Pitch. Pitch dodged the attack with expertise, cuffing the teen by the back of the neck, throwing them over the edge onto the sofa, pinning the forever teen beneath the older spirit. Pitch pinned the boy's arms above his head, forcing his hips inbetween the winter spirit's legs, pinning him there. They both were breathing heavy, their breaths mingling in the air between them. Jack had tears in his eyes that were spilling to the side of his eyes. Pitch took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Don't you see Jack? I just want to protect you..." he whispered, pressing his forehead against the winter spirit's cool forehead.

He heard him choking on a sob, his leaner body trembling beneath him.

"Why," he heard Jack whisper.

Pitch sighed, before looking into the younger boy's eyes, "because I know what it is like to long for a family...to be seen...to be heard...to be remembered."

Jack stared up into the older spirit's gold piercing eyes, his breathing hitching every now and then. Jack licked his lips nervously. Pitch's eyes followed, his gold orbs darkening with intensity. He pressed closer, his eyes hooded. Jack felt his body heat up, and before he could stop himself, he surged forward. Their lips smashed together in a hot and cold battle for dominance. Jack whimpered against Pitch's hot lips, feeling the Nightmare king nibble on his lower lip with his sharp teeth. Jack opened his mouth up and he gasped in pleasure at the feel of the Boogeyman's hot tongue slithering into his moist cavern. Slurping sounds could be heard throughout the room as the two pressed closer together in a passionate tangle. The Nightmare King's tongue stroked the roof of Jack's mouth, causing the winter spirit to shiver in desire, making the teen arch his chest up against the Boogeyman's. Pitch growled in approval, licking and sucking on the spirit of fun's swollen, moist lips. Jack gasped turning his head to the side. The heat...the heat was so good.

He heard the Nightmare King's chuckle, "you like that Jack?"

Jack gasped, the heat traveling through his body, "like hell!"

Pitch just smirked as he leaned down to nibble on the winter sprite's ear, causing the boy to moan. Pitch leaned down to suckle on the teen's neck, causing the boy to squirm and writhe beneath him oh so deliciously.

"Really then? Then I'll just have to try a little harder..."