A/N: This chapter is not all that graphic, but very NSFW!

The shadows took them beyond the view of the waiting Guardians and down into the lair, slowly slipping through the tunnels. The two they carried were not in any hurry; Jack was content to spend this time with Pitch, alone in the odd, floating darkness of his shadows, a place that felt like he was all around him.

The dark spirit held Jack to him like he'd always wished he could, arms wrapped about the slender waist, no amount of space between them. He kissed the top of Jack's head, then his ear, his cheek, and finally, finally his lips. So cold were they, that he could think of nothing other than his desire to warm them, and he went to it with Jack's blessing.

The winter sprite's hands quested inside Pitch's robes, and the taller man could not suppress a flinch at the coldness of his touch. Jack pulled them away, embarrassed, but Pitch grabbed them at the wrist and placed them back gingerly, delighting in the knowledge that Jack wanted to touch him, and to be near him.

He bent his knee and bumped Jack forward into his lap, and the two found that they were indeed now sitting upon a plush surface with gravity returned, though still in total darkness.

The shadows had left them in Pitch's room, deposited appropriately on the bed, and Pitch didn't need to be able to see in the dark to know that a redness had risen to Jack's cheeks at the realization.

Pitch was laying back on what he could only assume were his pillows, and Jack lay atop him, blushing furiously, Pitch's knee between his legs. He heard the little gasp before the boy could stop himself, and though desire flared in him at the sound of it, he rolled them so they faced each other, disentangling their legs with the intention of making Jack more comfortable.

Jack melted in relief, gazing at the face he couldn't see, and this, too, Pitch was all too happy to fix. With one quick gesture, the bedside candle was lit and glowed brightly behind Jack's head, illuminating Pitch's features.

In the dim light Jack could see wavering shadows touching the edges of the bed, faint against the black quilt but visible in their movement.

The dark spirit pulled him in close again, watching Jack's face for signs of distress, but found instead only an eagerness for the warm contact. Jack pushed the robes from Pitch's side and placed his fingers gently under the thin, loose shirt that Pitch wore underneath, stroking the silky skin.

Pitch was the one to blush now, moved by the innocence of the boy's touch, and wondered if he had found the one facet of Jack Frost that was shy.

The thought struck him then that of course that may be the case, and he grinned to himself in satisfaction. He rose over Jack suddenly, fluidly pinning him down and holding his arms up over his head with one hand while a tendril of shadow unclasped the belt around Jack's waist.

Once undone, Pitch pushed his other hand up and under the tunic to feel the cool, smooth skin.

Jack yelped in surprise, caught off-guard for once, and tried to buck the man off him. Pitch was, although not terribly larger than Jack, much stronger physically and not so easily moved, and he merely leaned in with a toothy grin, his sharp eyes sporting a mischievous glint, and kissed Jack sweetly on the neck.

"You've never done this before," He stated, his breath tickling the boy's jaw. Jack shuddered and looked away, gulping. He shook his head.

"No need to be worried." He released his arms, and Jack quickly brought them down to straighten his tunic.

"I.. I'm not," Jack said, but a definite fear coursed through him when Pitch pushed his hands away and continued undressing him. When the taller spirit moved to pull the ash-coloured leggings down, Jack grabbed his hand to stop him, accidentally frosting it over.

Pitch stopped and stroked the covered legs instead, hearing Jack's breath hitch. He rubbed his thumb in circles on Jack's slim inner thigh and kissed the boy's cheeks and lips.

"Would it help if I undressed first?" He asked, moving his strong hands to Jack's backside, caressing it through the soft fabric, and Jack moaned, too late in suppressing it, and nodded.

Pitch let him go then, and, kneeling above him, slid his robes from his shoulders to pool around his waist, and pulled the loose black shirt off over his head, allowing Jack a generous view of silken charcoal-grey muscles. Lean though he was, Pitch was not wiry like Jack had assumed, and Pitch could see the lust blossom on his face.

Tossing his own shirt aside, Pitch went to work on Jack, lifting the tunic swiftly. Rather than take it right off, however, he pushed it up just enough to expose the boy's chest, and he fell to it with desire, kissing him there with a mouth so hot it made Jack's back arch up into it.

"Oh-!" He cried, hands finding Pitch's bare shoulders and weakly pushing him away, "Give me a little warning when you use that thing..!"

Pitch muffled a laugh into the soft skin, earning a hiss from Jack at the heat, and in the same moment he lifted him and pulled their clothed hips together. Jack's head went back and Pitch attacked the bared neck, tasting it, loving it, grinding into the boy slowly and firmly, and Jack pressed back.

Now the taller spirit took Jack's tunic off completely, and as the boy made no move to stop him, the leggings as well. He wore no undergarments and Pitch was quite suddenly greeted with a fully naked young man, pale and perfect, blushing and disheveled beneath him.

It was the beginning of an embarrassed scowl that made Pitch remove his own trousers in a hurry, and it was now Jack's turn to be pleased at the sight; he pulled Pitch down again to lay beside him, and with characteristic cheekiness, hesitantly grasped him with only the coldest of hands.

Pitch hissed and grabbed Jack's wrist, but as before, didn't pull it away; he encouraged it, merely having to get used to the chill, and when he was he slipped an arm under Jack's side to hold him, and took him in a passionate kiss.

Jack moved his hand, loving the feel of it, of Pitch, and the heat that radiated off him; he trembled when the strong hand found his backside again, pressing their hips together, and the kiss deepened so much that Jack had to break away, gasping for air.

"C-can we, um," Jack whispered, lowering his eyes. Pitch waited for more, but none came, and he smiled and took the sprite's hands in his.

"We'll do whatever you want," He answered, "And we'll stop if you say so."

Jack pressed his face into Pitch's chest, smiling into it, feeling the dark spirit's hands circle around his shoulders.

"Then I want to do that," He murmured, sounding close to tears in his joy, "With you. Finally. And I don't want you to stop!"

Pitch's heart skipped a beat at the request, bursting with love and now overflowing with desire. He kissed Jack's frosted hair and tilted the boy's face up to meet his eyes, deciding that he meant it, every word of it.

He pushed Jack to his back, kneeling between his legs, and reached out to the side, where a tendril of shadow broke off from the rest and pooled in Pitch's hand; this he rubbed between his fingers and thumb, and the smoky substance condensed to an inky-looking liquid. He smiled apologetically at Jack, and dripped the substance between his spread thighs, where it landed in semi-transparent, oily drops.

Jack wasn't quite sure about the reason for that, or the sad-ish look Pitch had given him, until the dark spirit captured him in a kiss – a kiss meant to distract him from the oiled fingers that pressed at his opening. He writhed, moaning into the kiss.

"I have to, if this is what you want to do, Jack... it won't hurt, I promise you that, not if you let me do this bit properly." He stroked the sprite's cheek with his free hand, calming him. "Okay?"

Jack took a deep breath and nodded, nuzzling into Pitch's neck and exhaling shakily. Pitch continued, as gently as possible, feeling a pang of guilt each time Jack gave any sign of discomfort.

Soon, though, Jack was moving against him, trying to feel more, and the lusty sounds he made were enough to keep Pitch at it much longer than necessary, drawing it out, content to have the smaller spirit cling to him and enjoy, for as long as he could, the first touches of this nature he'd ever felt.

Jack grew more insistent now, trying to pull Pitch back down to him with his legs, his arms, his kisses, anything, and it took much of his willpower to put his desire into words.

"Ah! Pitch, when w-we were in the library, when you, ah!" Jack cried out, unable to help himself, "W-when you sent the shadows out..." But he dissolved into gasps and cries of pleasure.

Pitch relented, satisfying himself with merely running his hands over the sprite's smooth waist, massaging there.

"Yes, Jack? I remember," He purred, lifting the boy up to sit in his lap, facing him.

"I l-liked that... it felt like you were everywhere, I liked it... Will you do it again?"

"Now, Jack? Are you sure?" Pitch held him at the waist, kissing his shoulder. "You won't be afraid?"

"No, I want it like that, when we..." He pressed his face into the grey spirit's neck and threaded his pale fingers in the coarse locks, holding him close. Pitch understood.

The shadows spread outwards, and though Pitch's body was still very much there, holding Jack, it seemed he melted out into them as well, surrounding Jack utterly. In a whuff the candle went out, and Jack could see nothing, but when Pitch spoke the voice came from everywhere and reverberated inside Jack as well, and nothing could have made him happier.

"Jack?" The voice quested, Pitch's hands tightening on Jack's waist. The winter sprite gasped and lowered himself to Pitch, ready.

"Please," He whispered, and in the darkness Pitch entered him, finally, in a slick slide that seemed to last forever.

When Jack was fully seated the pair moaned together, and Jack turned his head to the side to make room for the teeth he felt upon his neck. They hovered, just barely scraping the skin, and though Jack wanted to feel it, wanted to feel everything, Pitch fought the urge and kissed him there instead.

Maybe for a different time, he thought, and the idea of a second time fed his lust immeasurably. He jerked up into Jack, who gasped in pleasure and surprise, and so he did it again, and was rewarded in kind.

The boy writhed in his lap, squeezing him in almost unbearable tightness, and without thinking he gathered Jack's wrists together behind his back and held them there with shadow. He gripped the sprite in his arms, slipping them underneath his thighs and against his back to lift him from below, and with a ripple of muscle, pulled him up and nearly off him.

"A-ah! Pitch!" Jack cried, both at the loss and the sweet friction that came with it. In answer Pitch lowered him again, much faster than before, and Jack, his Jack, was reduced to moans.

He did it again, this time thrusting up at the last moment, driving in roughly, and the reaction to it was so powerful that he leaned Jack forward onto himself and repeated the action relentlessly.

"T-talk to me," Jack pleaded, his neck resting across the dark spirit's shoulder. Pitch slowed his thrusts, languidly drawing himself out. He was all too glad to comply.

"When did you first know you wanted me, Jack?" The boy shuddered in response, and Pitch knew he could feel his voice all over his body.

"From the m-moment you opened your damned mouth," He gasped, shuddering again when he was rewarded with an inward thrust. "At the -ah!- at the Tooth Palace."

Pitch stopped now, drawn out completely, and lowered Jack to his back, trapping his arms beneath him.

"That long ago..?" He wondered aloud, pleased, running his hands over Jack's shaking legs, sensing the sprite's loss of control and relishing the taste of Jack's pleasure in that. So, the boy really did like a little darkness, then. "If only I'd known, Jack..."

He saw Jack harden further at the words, his breath quickening at the thought of what might have been – when they had barely known one another, when their kisses would have been biting and angry and desperate – and he could no longer hold back.

He sent forth a strip of shadow to cover the sprite's eyes, resting over them with just enough tightness to register as a blindfold. Jack already couldn't see, but the idea of it heightened the fluttering in his stomach, and Pitch could feel the sweet fear that blossomed. At the same time he grasped Jack's thighs, pressing them down towards the boy to reveal him completely, and took Jack in his mouth.

The pale spirit made no sound, save for the smallest catch of his icy breath; the heat was terrible, and wonderful, and he was sure he'd never forget the burning of Pitch's mouth even if he were to lose his memories again.

He struggled, wanting more, and Pitch replaced the pleasuring with his hand. Pausing momentarily to coax Jack over, positioning him onto his knees, he leaned over the trembling, perfect body and continued. From this position he braced himself on his forearm, the other arm wrapped underneath Jack to grip him, slowly stroking.

Jack's cheek and shoulders were pressed into the quilt, his bound wrists trapped between his back and the muscled chest draped over him; along with the dark spirit's hips pressed closely between Jack's legs preventing any movement and the firm grip that did the same, it all turned him on greatly, and he nearly sobbed in arousal.

Pitch did not miss any of it. He could feel Jack's need to be held, held so close there was no escape, and he knew his own heat contrasting with the winter sprite's lack thereof would do nothing but enhance that feeling of closeness.

"I won't let you go, Jack," He assured him, repeating it with a hint of a growl in the boy's ear, and Jack moaned involuntarily, clenching his teeth against the quilt to keep the sound in.

Pitch wanted to hear it all, however, and as he braced himself to lay out sideways on the bed, he lifted Jack back against him to free the sprite's face and gasping voice from being muffled in the slightest. He lifted Jack's leg with the arm that wasn't holding him around the chest, bit gently into the pale junction of neck and shoulder, and entered him again without warning.

Jack shuddered anew, pulling away just barely, feeling for a moment that the sudden intrusion was too much, too big; but it was merely the new position that made it so, and soon enough he was pressing back to accept more.

Pitch's groans grew more frequent, and he could tell the boneless winter sprite was close as well. He gripped Jack to stroke him roughly, and Jack came almost immediately at the touch, overloaded with pleasure, and Pitch pressed as deeply as he could when Jack's tightness clamped upon him. The feeling was too much, and Pitch at last could not deny his release.

They collapsed together, Pitch still holding Jack tightly and kissing him everywhere, loving him, and Jack wanted nothing more than to feel his beloved's weight upon him, and sleep.

He soon had his wish, though Pitch did not sleep for an hour at least. He lay awake, not believing he could be so fortunate as to have Jack with him, fully aware of his past yet having loved him for who knows how long. Even without this – this beautiful thing – he wouldn't have ever dreamed of deserving this much.

He held Jack tight, almost afraid he'd be gone upon waking, nestled the boy's head under his chin, and slept.

A/N: Is it over? ;) nah! I still have a few ideas for later chapters brewing. Thanks for reading, and sticking around so long! It's been years, I know... talk about'cher slow burn!
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