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Church of Bones	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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4.
We wanted to be sure we were really dealing with a revenant before we sent word to the others. We went out during the day, taking perch on the roof of Jamie's dorm building. The students below still gave off an essence of fear. I couldn't blame them. One of their own wasn't just brutally murdered. He had been murdered and no trace of a killer could be found. Plus the chilling message left behind didn't help at all. This went beyond a childish prank. This was reality hitting them where it hurt the most.
I almost hated how I found myself feeding off the fear. It had been such a long time since I could be around such a large mass of frightened humans. I couldn't help myself. I shivered as my head went light while I hit my limits and beyond. It was a sort of feeling similar to being high. Everything felt at ease, and I was extremely satiated. I leaned against Pitch's side as he looked out over the campus. "Is it wrong I'm feeding off of the terror?"
He chuckled and I could feel the reverberations easily. "It's in our nature. Don't feel so guilty; I am as well. No sense letting it all go to waste, despite the circumstances."
I propped my boots up on the wall in front of me, finding it surprisingly comfortable while he supported my weight with ease. "What signs are we even looking for? The Guardians said they haven't seen or heard anything."
"Anything that could be off."
"And you think it could be out during the day? Spirits of all sorts are more active at night, you should know this from experience."
I felt him shake his head. "I don't know. Anything at all of the spiritual plane."
The fear high began to get to be too much and I cut off the connection to it. It didn't stop the effects, however. As with any other sort of high, there are side effects. Some get hungry, some philosophical, some catatonic, and some extremely horny. "Oogie?"
"What?"
"When was the last time we had sex on a rooftop?"
He chuckled again. "Two years ago, why?"
I leaned forward just enough to take off my loose orange top. I let it hang loosely in my grasp as I looked back at him. "That is a long time. We should remedy that."
I could see his expression darken in lust, but he seemed to be restraining himself. "At any other point in time I'd have you pressed to that wall and screaming my name. For now, we need to keep to what we promised to do."
I rolled my eyes. "Since when are you so moral?"
"I'm not. I'd rather not have North barge into our home demanding information while I have you in compromising positions."
"I'll hold you to that." I looked out over the campus and let my legs drop from the wall to straddle the stone guard wall we were sitting on, letting the momentum force me forward. "I think that's it."
"What?" He turned around and followed my gaze.
Trotting across campus was a large, shaggy black dog. That normally would have been fine with where the campus was located, except for one thing; no one took notice to the mutt. Humans are usually all the same. If they see a furry creature, they'll drop everything to pet it. No one batted an eye at this thing. It disappeared between two buildings. "Odd." I had spoken too soon. Not a minute later a man emerged, looking around to see if anyone noticed him on the ground. He seemed to be in his late twenties, with dirty blonde short hair and quite a bit of scruff. When he saw no one respond to his presence, he left the safety of the buildings, blending in well with the students. Even his clothes made him look like a student. "So he's either a revenant or a shapeshifter."
"No one seems to be looking at him. Revenant." He stood on the ledge, folding his arms behind his back.
"You're not honestly thinking of fighting him. Not in broad daylight."
"We don't know enough about him to make a move. None of us do. It isn't a matter of where the sun is, it's a matter of rushing to our deaths if we don't learn more. Send a 'bat to the others to let them know who to look for, but to keep their distance for now. Seems we still have a bit of research to do."
I replaced my shirt and did as asked. I sent the 'bat on its way and stood as well. "We should rest while we have the chance if this is going to get worse."
He nodded in agreement and summoned the horses. He summoned a portal that would lead us straight home to sleep. It was one thing I knew we wouldn't be getting much of in the upcoming days.

Two hours later found me wide awake in bed, unable to sleep for the life of me. Too many things raced through my mind, too many scenarios played out. What if things were to end up like last time, only this one had better aim? What would I do? I couldn't turn off the thoughts. I looked over to his still form, the sheets hanging from his bare hips. I watched his side expand and retract with his shallow breathing, saw the slender muscles in his back moving ever so slightly in the process. I bit my lip. We didn't get many chances to be alone. They had been increasing over the past few years as Drago's dependence on us lessened, but there was still always the possibility he would run in and seek our company. We had also been kept busy by our lives; sex was usually the last thing on our minds.
I had been so preoccupied in my head I didn't notice his breathing change. "You should sleep, Hana."
I hated how he could do that sometimes. "I can't. Too much is on my mind." I chose my words carefully. "Pitch?"
"What is it?"
"Do you think it will be the same as with Lucifer?" I kept my gaze averted as he rolled over to face me. "When he almost… you know."
"Killed me."
"Yes, exactly that."
I looked at him as he propped himself up and shrugged. "I couldn't tell you. From what I could feel, this one's power wasn't even a fraction of Lucifer's. Anything can change though. Revenants are tricky."
I couldn't believe him. "How can you be so nonchalant about this?"
"Because if it happens or if it doesn't, there isn't much that can be done to prevent it. If it does, you need to accept what that means. We've been over this."
I looked to his chest, tracing the contours with my fingers. "I'll tolerate it. I won't accept it."
He stayed silent for a moment, allowing me to trace patterns into his skin for a bit. Without a word he rolled on top of me, letting the sheets fall from both of us. I barely noticed them leave our bodies as he pulled me in to a scorching kiss. From the frantic movement of both our lips, I knew he wouldn't accept such a fate as well, no matter what he said. He said many things to keep up the appearance of the source of fear, as the King of Nightmares. I knew differently, just by his actions.
I ran my legs over his equally bare ones as he trailed his fingers up my thighs, pulling my short nightgown with them. I sighed against his lips as he touched my slit. I wrapped my arms around his neck, entwining my fingers in his hair to keep him from stopping. Normally I only wanted to feel him, same as he wanted to feel me. That night I needed him. I was too frightened I'd lose him. I remembered the pain I felt when I thought I had lost him over ten years ago. I couldn't bear the thought on if it had really happened, and that the attacker hadn't missed. I whimpered into his skin as he varied his finger's strokes, slipping against my clit with every curl of the digits. He moved from my lips to my throat, kissing around my collar.
He respected my wishes to never take it off. It had been a gift from him regardless, to hide the mark of my death. It also showed, in our own way, that he still had some claim to me. Owners collared their pets, after all. I never minded being submissive to him. He was fair, and always gave me a release either before or after himself. He never ordered me to do anything I wasn't comfortable with, and he never embarrassed me. As a master, he was specific to what he wanted, and I carried out his orders as he wanted me to. If I didn't, I was only reprimanded with a sharp tug to the collar, or a slap to my skin. It never hurt. It just gave him the satisfaction of being in control of someone, and at the same time, it let me feel needed. The roles never left the bedroom. I was my own person when we weren't fucking. Something like that was made for privacy, and I didn't mind in the slightest.
My mind went numb as his pace increased. My cries came out in short bursts as my grip in his hair tightened. Even his breathing quickened with mine as his own excitement mounted. He let out a wicked chuckle against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Come for your master, Serah." I loved it when he used my birth name. No one else knew what it was. It was something reserved for only him to say, which made it more dear to me.
My back was arching against his touch but he was relentless. He followed every twitch of my hips, refusing to stop. The pressure was too much. My head was getting so foggy, my throat dry against my cries of pleasure. I couldn't say a word. I could only beg him to not stop with my moans. All at once it snapped. The pleasure building in me burst and I held on to him tightly, trying to find something solid to keep me from going mad. A sharp, high moan left my throat as my body twitched out of my control, but he managed to keep up with me. When I could take no more I nudged his hand away and he knew I had reached my limit for the time being. I had never let myself go like that for any other man, and I never wanted to. He knew everything that made me weak, and I loved it all.
A tug on my collar showed he had formed the shadow lead and he held it tightly in his grasp. I followed his pulls, bringing myself to my knees. "There's a good girl." His eyes were hooded, his face smug. He knew he had power over me. "Your master wants you to return the favor." He gripped a fistful of my hair, avoiding leaning on my small horns. With his grip he forced me down to his hardened shaft. "And don't stop until I tell you to."
I didn't hesitate to pull his cock into my mouth with my tongue, hearing him hiss in pleasure. He must have been sensitive from before with how he jerked his hips against me. I flicked my tongue over where I knew a small bundle of nerves lay. My hands joined in with my mouth, twisting up and down his shaft in a set rhythm. He let out soft hums and moans of pleasure as I stroked him with my hands and tongue. His hips met me in shallow thrusts and his grip on my hair tightened.
His head tilted back and he glanced down at me, a satisfied grin on his face. "That's it, Serah. Suck your master's cock. Mm, just like that."
When his words became harsh and vulgar, it made me wetter, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I liked the rough words just as much as I liked when he fucked me hard. In my own way I rewarded him, gripping on tighter with my hands and making him suck in a sharp breath. I pulled off for a moment just to grin and slide my tongue along his tip. By then one of the straps of my nightdress had fallen, and I didn't care in the slightest to fix it. I wanted more.
He seemed to know what I wanted. "That's enough. Get on your knees."
I did as asked and he pulled my nightdress off of me. If I didn't like it so much, I'm sure he would have ripped it off instead. Once I was as naked as he was, he bent me over and knelt behind me. I let out a sharp gasp as he pushed inside me, my head tilting back to let a moan fly past my lips. I couldn't do this position for very long, and he knew why. If he went too deep, he'd hurt me, and with how frantic his strokes tended to get, it always happened. As I said, he was a respectful master, and never wanted to inflict real harm on me. So, when I asked him to stop, he would stop and switch to something else. For now, I let him press his chest to my back as he gave a few shallow strokes of his hips, kissing the back of my neck around the collar. He gripped on to my hip with one hand and used the other to press against my clit, using it to bring me to my limit again.
That was one thing I loved about the position, for the short amount of time my body could handle it. I loved feeling his weight pressed against my back, feeling how well his body conformed to mine. I choked on a moan as his pace increased as well as his depth. "Call for me. Scream my name."
A swift stroke sent me forward just a bit, making my head light. I almost couldn't handle the pace he had set. Around my moans I managed to do what he wanted. "Kozmotis!"
"That's it." He took both my wrists in one of his hands, the one that had been on my hip. He held them both behind my back, giving him more control over me. "Again. Louder, Serah."
I was screaming by then. The pleasure was too much. "K-Kozmotis!" If anything was going past our door, I didn't care if they heard us. I only cared about the man pressed to my back, and the pleasure he was bringing to us both.
I must have squeezed a bit too hard for him. His thrusts slowed down for a moment and he let out a breathless laugh. "I can't move when you come that hard."
I laughed as well. "I can't help it. You feel too good." His pace picked up again, but I flinched. "I-I can't. It's getting— getting painful."
He slowed his pace again, pressing his lips to my shoulder blades and letting my wrists go. "Lay back then. Let me see you while I take you."
Once he slipped out I laid down, rolling over under him. He tried slipping back in, but it wouldn't budge. I used his shoulders to sit up with him and bent back down, running my tongue over his firm shaft. I made sure to make him good and slick before laying back down for him. He tried again, this time more successful. I sighed into his shoulder as he filled me up, and he did the same with how tight I had become. The lead vanished, letting me know he was through being in control. It didn't stop him from taking me as hard as he could, just as we both liked. My nails took purchase in his back as another climax hit me hard, made more intense as he continued thrusting against me.
He hissed as I tore through his skin, though he grinned instead of flinched. "Again."
I had no trouble complying as he gripped on to my thighs, holding them up a bit so he could slide deeper in. My nails dug trenches in his skin while I bit into his throat, feeling him shiver in pleasure. If I could make him bleed, or leave him with bruises, I had done my job. It wasn't fair that he didn't bruise as easily as I, but that didn't stop me from trying. He preferred it when I did. It only meant he had made me feel so good I had to do something. And I think he secretly liked having a love bite exposed on his throat every now and again. My body went rigid and I cried out into his flesh as I came again, hearing him let out a shaky moan. He was getting close. There was nothing I could do about it though. By then, my climaxes were increasing. As soon as one faded, another would take its place.
My nails raked down his shoulder blades as I bit down harder, tasting the salt of his sweat on his skin from his exertion. His pace seemed to waver for only a second before he kept going, unable to go any slower. His teeth clenched as his release came closer. I wasn't surprised when I felt the skin of his throat give way, and a small bit of copper-tinged liquid met my tongue. Instead of flinching he only moaned louder, increasing his grip on my thighs. The sounds he was making were too erotic, too sexy for me to handle. Knowing he was letting go of all his inhibitions only to me was empowering. "F-fuck, I'm coming..." He claimed my lips with his, sucking a sharp breath through his nose as he left me and I felt his hot seed spill on my belly. We both breathed heavily through our noses, refusing to part just yet. When he was finally spent he pulled back, holding himself up on his arm.
I bit my lip as I saw his neck. "I didn't mean to bite that hard."
He frowned and put a hand to the wound. When he looked at the bit of blood, he shrugged. "Things happen." He got off the bed and went to look for something to clean off with in the bathroom that had been constructed ten years ago due to how spoiled I had become from hot water. In the process I was given a good look at his back. I had done quite a bit of damage there as well as I saw the bloody gashes, and he'd be feeling it soon enough when he laid back down. He came back, tossing a towel to me as he sat on the mattress. "I won't die. Not that easily, you know," he said, his back turned to me as I wiped off my stomach.
"I know. It doesn't stop me from worrying." I tossed the cloth to the floor and sat behind him, wrapping my legs around his hips and putting my arms on his shoulders. "It's my job to worry about you," I said as he put his hands to my legs, holding me in place. "Who else will if I don't?"
"You shouldn't have to."
"So you're saying you don't worry about me?"
"I do but—"
I scoffed and leaned my head to the base of his neck. "It's no different. It shows you give a damn about someone other than yourself." I closed my eyes as he began rubbing small circles in my legs. It always put me at ease for some reason.
"You shouldn't worry about me for different reasons. I can't say why."
I frowned and looked up, even though I couldn't see his face. "What do you mean?"
"Trust me when I say you'd hate me if I said why."
Now it really worried me. "Pitch, you're making me nervous."
"Forget I said anything." He removed my limbs and got up, looking for the pants he had tossed aside before we went to bed.
"You can't just—"
His shadow tendrils rose up from his back as his eyes went cold. "I said to forget it."
I kept my mouth shut as he got dressed again. It must have been something awful if he didn't want to tell me. What could he possibly mean by I'd hate him? I never hated him. Even when he beat me over a century ago due to his frustrations I never hated him.
"I'm going for a walk. Don't follow me." He pulled his coat on and sank in the shadows, disappearing to who knows where.
My heart refused to calm down. I wouldn't be able to sleep at all after that. "What did he mean…?" I put my nightgown back on and found my black robe and the panties that had been thrown aside earlier that morning. For a lack of anything better to occupy my time, I thought I'd go check on my son.
That was the worst decision I had ever made in my life. And it almost ended my and Pitch's relationship for good.
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