Shadow and Ice
For the BlackIce fans who asked for Pitch/Jack fic where the Guardians don't make away with Jack and Pitch gets a happy ending. Also there's a kink out there were Jack was the last light not Jamie so this is what I came up with. Warning: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT and VERY happy Pitch Black :) Advance apologies for spelling and grammar.
"The staff, Jack."
Those words had unknowingly sealed the fate not only of the Guardians but the frost spirit as well. Pitch saw the determination in Jack's eyes fade to uncertainty and fear as he stared at the little fairy in the Nightmare King's clenched hand. Then the boy twirled the staff and handed the butt of it to Pitch. The shade reached for it, his fingers gliding over the ancient wood, tempting to grab the small pale hand instead and simply drag the boy into his realm but then he felt the power of the staff, the way the boy's very being was tied to it and he wondered just how much of the child's power was his and how much resided in the stick. So he grasped the staff and took it as Jack let go. He held it aloft, a triumphant look plastered over his smug face.
Jack held out his hand for the small tooth fairy, his big blue eyes hopeful. Pitch was tempted to withhold the tiny creature - after all didn't Jack just say he wanted to be alone? But as he ran his fingers of the wood of the staff another more cruel thought took him. So he deposited the fairy in Jack's hand and watched as the boy's eyes lit up as he held her close and she nuzzled into his cheek like a good little pet. The boy wasn't prepared for what was to happen next. He wasn't suspecting Pitch to break the staff over his knee or the way his own power suddenly burst from within his chest, exploding with the heat and unimaginable pain. The tiny fairy in his grasp flash froze and fell from his grasp as he staggered back. His pained filled eyes looked from her to Pitch, silently pleading for answers but instead from himself being hit by nightmare sand.
The Nightmare King caught him as his legs gave out and hauled his slight form into his arms. The youth passed out as the pain consumed him. Pitch thrilled when the child stilled and his head fell slack against his shoulder. "Don't worry, Jack, I keep my promises," he said as he admired the boy's pretty face. With a sick smile he stepped on the frozen mini fairy, crushing her small form. "Your little friend is free."
The shadows wrapped around them, transporting them to his underground palace. The cries and tweets of thousands of other mini-fairies filled the warm, stale air at his return and grew more frantic when they saw Jack's limp form. Pitch only threw them a cruel smirk as he carried the boy to an empty cage and deposited him inside. He magically locked it and reinforced the nightmares now consuming the boy's mind. It would not due for Jack to wake up just yet. There was no telling just how much magic the child still contained and Pitch was not about to tempt fate. There were still three Guardians to rid the world of. So leaving a contingent of Fearlings to guard over his prize Pitch left for Santoff Claussen.
Now, days later there was only one Believer lift. Only one precious light still somewhere in Burgess. Both Pitch and the remaining Guardians fought to find the Light, Pitch to extinguish it while the Guardians fought to preserve it. So far neither had any luck and Pitch was at a loss.
He stood before his iron globe, studying it carefully. He had searched every room or every child in and around the city but the light never changed, never moved for surely if the Guardians had found it they would have whisked him or her away by now. But the light still glowed brightly right there in the world above. It irked him how something so small could hold so much power. Once that light was extinguished the Guardians would be no more and this planet, like so many before it, would be his. It was almost another two days of sending out his dark creatures on futile searches that a thought it him. There were no living child left believing in the Guardians, of that he was certain for he had painstakingly searched every child's mind and found no trace of even a memory of the Guardians. There was no Hope, Wonder, Dreams or Memories left in any child around the world, only Fear. So whoever the Light was it was not a mortal child.
His gaze settled on the cage containing the young winter sprite. Jack was still comatose. Nightmares still held him in an endless slumber. Pitch studied him for a long time. The temperature in the palace was warm, nearly hot to keep the boy lethargic and weak and under his control. He looked more dead than alive.
Was this why the Moon wanted the boy as a Guardian? Someone who would forever be trapped between child and adult, and never ever be able to move beyond? Someone who would forever believe in the Guardians with all his heart no matter how much they turned their backs on him? It almost seemed cruel. And knowing the Man in the Moon, very intentional. Jack, it would seem, was created as the Guardians last hope should Pitch come into power. It was a stroke of genius of MiM's part but the Nightmare King highly doubt the Moon being expected him to discover his little secret before the Guardians. Of course it was only a matter of time before those fools figured it out as well.
The question became how to break Jack's belief in the Guardians? The Big Four had failed the boy more times than any other child on the face of the planet. For 300 years they ignored and shunned the child until MiM named him the next Guardian, and still the boy believed in them. Still the boy all but worshipped them. And while Jack could get angry and lash out at them – there was a long time rivalry between him and the Easter Bunny – he still held hope and faith in them, no matter what happened to him, even if he never received a Christmas present or Easter Eggs or Memories of his past life. Sandy was maybe the only Guardian who every paid attention to him before MiM's decision. Maybe it was just a matter of twisting his dreams and destroying his vision of the Guardians.
Sadly, Jack was just as stubborn asleep as he was awake.
Pitch grew frustrated by the little light and his inability to extinguish it. He would glare at Jack's sleeping form and rage about how no matter what nightmare he created the boy would still hold tight to his faith. In his dreams he made the Guardians cruel, monstrous beings that cared nothing for children and even less for Jack. In his dreams the Guardians beat him, called him names, said he would never be good enough. He drew on Jack's fears and highlighted them until he thought the boy's mind might break, for surely he must hate them for their betrayal. Yet still he held onto them. No matter how much he cried or his powers erratically unleashed, freezing the cage and coating the boy in ice. It soon became evident that Jack Frost was much more powerful than Pitch imagined.
He paced before the globe, glaring at the now iced cage as he debated what to do. As long as there was still one Believer the Guardians had a chance of defeating him. Just one Believer out of billions could change the tide of the war. He ran a long curved blade over his fingers. Immortals were hard to kill but not impossible. One blow to the child's heart and it would all be over. Jack Frost would be no more and neither would the Guardians. They would all fade the mere legends and then from memory all together. It would be so easy and over in a matter of moments. Jack wouldn't even feel a thing – his mind was so deep in layer after layer of nightmares. Yet Pitch found himself hesitant. There was something about Jack that called to him. The child was lonely, much like Pitch. He was lonely and afraid and in need of someone. Those things called to Pitch. Three centuries was a long time for one so young to be alone. Pitch had suffered much longer but he was older and had the Fearlings and Shadow Men for company, albeit not the most suitable of companions, but the boy had had nothing in comparison. Perhaps that was the way to break his faith. Maybe if he gave the boy something the Guardians out right refused Jack would see things his way. 300 years was a long time to not be held or touched or loved. 300 years was a long time to be denied a chance to grow up and experience the joys of life. After all, wasn't that one of the reasons he took such an interest in the boy to begin with? He never would have taken an interest in the boy had he not stood up to him and proved his power and bravery. There were few who defied him – other than the Guardians – and for one so young to stand up to the Nightmare King as Jack did made primal urges fill Pitch. It was not hate or disgust or even the need to over power. It was the need for partner who could potentially be his equal. Jack was young but held a lot of promise.
The shadows extracted Jack from his icy prison and gently deposited him in Pitch's room. The nightmares left his mind and for the first time in days he no longer whimpered and his mind relaxed as the ice melted off him to soak the soft bed and silk sheets. Hours later he finally moved.
Pitch watched him with great interest. He had watched the boy a number of times in the past but never with such interest. It was not uncommon for elementals to be young, they were the most wild spirits around the world, but Jack was different. His power radiated from him. It made his pale skin glow like freshly fallen now even in the darkness. Funny how he never noticed just how beautiful Jack was until the boy defied him, until he witnessed Jack's power. It had nothing to do with that silly staff, it was just a conduit to help him focus and channel the power within him. In time he would learn to control it on his own. But that would be quite some time from now. Pitch would train him, as soon as the boy was completely his.
Jack shifted in his sleep and moaned ever so softly. He stretched his legs and rolled onto his back, not waking but finally being able to stretch out after days of being trapped in the cage. Pitch's gaze traveled from the boy's bare feet up his long, thin legs and tattered deerskin pants, his narrow hips and lightly sunken belly and pale flesh that was revealed under the raised hoodie that was bunched midway up his torso. It then continued past the wet article of clothing to the pretty face that was far too feminine for his own good. His thin lips were pouty and demanding to be ravished or maybe have something long and thick pushed between them.
Pitch hum appreciatively at the thought as a long forgotten heat pooled in his groin. He had been so long since he had a lover. It took great willpower not to simply strip the boy and make him his right then and there. No, he wanted a partner, an equal, not some toy. If he moved to quickly he would damage the boy and while that may break his faith and belief in the Guardians it would take far too long to make him reliant on him. So he ignored his arousal as he knelt between the sprite's legs and undid his and ties to his trousers. He slow lowered them, just enough to fish out the boy's small limp penis and see the silky white of his pubic hair which was just as baby soft as the hair on his head.
Jack mumbled in his sleep but didn't waken. Pitch lowered the pants just a little more to reveal his balls.
"Beautiful," Pitch hummed, admiring the boy's manhood. Not that of a full grown man but more than delectable for his tastes and still so creamy pale. He gently took the penis in his hand and ever so gently peeled back the foreskin the reveal the head. He gave the length a few gently pumps and pulls, smiling with Jack's breathing grew a little more rapid. Then, keeping his eyes on Jack's sleeping face, he licked the little slit and then wiggled the tip of his tongue in just a little. Jack gasped but stayed asleep. Pitch chuckled as the boy's cock grew hard. He took it in his mouth, giving it a little suck before sliding down to the base and taking the ball sack in as well. Jack jerked under him but his eyes stayed close. Holding the boy's hips down he had a large shadow man hold down the boy's shoulders and then, never taking his gaze from Jack's face, he began to lick and suck his length, enjoying the way it swelled in his mouth. He swallowed it back until it was deep in his throat and sucked harder as the boy began to fidget and move, moaning and sobbing at sensations Pitch was sure he never felt before.
Frost spread from clenched fingers as Jack grasped the sheets beneath him. "Huh…ngh…what…" he mumbled, eyes opening. He didn't seem to notice the shadow holding him down as he gazed down his body and into the golden eye of the face staring up at him from his groin. His stomach knotted at the strange and undeniable pleasure coming from there. He saw Pitch's mouth on his penis and his eyes widened. Then his head fell back as the Nightmare King began bobbing his head. "Stop!"
Pitch chuckled and did the exact opposite. He sucked hard, bobbing his head as he pressed a hand on Jack's belly and slip the other under the hoodie to tweak one of the boy's budding nipples. The shadow kept him from thrashing about as Pitch brought him to his first ever orgasm, not once but twice until the boy was boneless and mind numb with confusion. Then Pitch tucked the boy's now very soft and sensitive penis and balls back into his pants and did them up as the shadow let Jack go.
Draping himself over his soon to be more than willing lover – Jack just didn't know it yet – he kissed the boy's lips. "Welcome to your new home," he purred, nipping his nose and making sure to grind his hips just a little into the sprite's. "Did you enjoy my gift to you?"
Jack stared at him with wide frightened eyes. "What did you…why?" He started pushing at Pitch, trying to escape. "Get off me you freak! Leave me alone!"
Pitch frowned in mounting anger. "Fine, suffer in your cage." With a wave of his hand he had the shadows take the boy back to his cage as he dealt with his own burning arousal. Patience, he told himself as he leaned back on his bed and fantasied about all the things he would teach Jack. Yes, the boy was being foolishly stubborn and the desire to simply strip him down and fuck him until he submitted was strong but he would keep himself in check. He had all of eternity to make Jack his and soon Jack would be the one between his legs and sucking on his cock. He came imagining that mass of white hair bobbing up and down on his length and sucking deep and hard.
Soon, Jack Frost would make the perfect companion.