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What Is Your Center?	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Buildup was something he was much better at than I. As a creature of pure shadows, he could use them to change in shape and size, use them to control the atmosphere itself. I, on the other hand, could only manipulate the shadows. Due to that, I had to be crafty with how I kept tension rising.
I stood in the heavy shadows of the doorway, feeling the very aura of the house shift from peace to malice. I had sent a Shadowbat, a messenger creature of my own creation, to the spirit of the house, telling him to not come back inside until daybreak. He would not interrupt anything we did to the kids. Not if he wanted to keep seeing his daughter every year.
I heard metal against wood, dragging slowly from the other side of the hall. He hauled his scythe past the doors in such a way that even they would hear the haunting scuffle. My blood threatened to boil at the sound, but I kept my head level. Though that was before his dark, disembodied laugh echoed off the walls. He began to hum the tune of a folklore we had heard many years ago, one that he easily fit the description of.
“Baby, baby, naughty baby; Hush, you squalling thing I say.”
My part was easy. I was simply the prop in this one. A good end to my tiring evening. I let out the best blood-curdling shriek I could, and vanished into the shadows to avoid being seen. Not long after, both doors the teens had vacated into swung open, and the young men stumbled into the hallway. Kris had to hold up his costume’s pants.
They both looked at each other, fear radiating off of them in rich, thick waves. Jimmy spoke first. “The fuck was that?”
“Someone’s gotta be messing with us. Probably Curtis being a douche if he saw us come in here. Should go put his ass in place.”
Jimmy dropped his voice to a whisper. “What about the girls? We can’t leave them alone.”
Kris muttered an agreement and both tried to reenter their respective rooms.
Sharpened nails scraped across the bay window next to the rooms on the opposite side of the hall, stopping them in their tracks. “Peace this moment, peace or maybe; Bonaparte will pass this way…”
I used the moment to do my part, letting out another shriek, this time from the shadows.
The boys were panicking now, unable to brush it off as a prank. The girls began to question them from the bedrooms. Their fear joined in with the boys’.
“Baby, baby, he’s a giant. Tall and black as Rouen steeple; And he breakfasts, dines, rely on’t. Every day on naughty people.”
I felt chills run down my arms as I became entranced with his recital, almost forgetting to remain in character. I emerged from the shadows and stumbled out from the doorframe so the boys would actually see me this time. I leaned on the doorframe, giving them pleading eyes.
They had seen the movement and jumped back initially. Kris scoffed and seemed to relax. “Some dumb bitch with a glowing eye trick.” It was then he saw the rest. “And look, fake blood. Goin’ all out to scare people. That’s sick, lady.”
I let out a feeble whimper, muttering under my breath.
Jimmy held his friend back with a hand and left the safety of his doorway, creeping towards me. “Is that a costume, or are you really hurt, lady?”
I only tilted my head in response and opened my mouth a few times. I mocked not being able to breathe, as if I was suddenly in the midst of a panic attack.
As I expected, Jimmy ran forward to see if I was alright. As he moved I fell to the ground, continuing my act. I added back the muttering as I curled into a small ball. He rolled me to my side so he could see my eyes. “Are you alright? Who did this to you?”
I stopped my act and grinned. “The boogeyman knows all,” I whispered, my eyes wide, relishing his look of confusion.
“What?”
As a response, I began to laugh hysterically. Before his eyes I sank into the shadows. “He is not the only deadly creature of the night, children!”
As if on cue, the folklore continued, his voice now growling in delight, echoing off the walls. “Baby, baby, if he hears you. As he gallops past the house; Limb from limb at once he’ll tear you, Just as pussy tears a mouse.”
The girls ran into the hallway, their costumes in various states of disarray. “What’s going on?” Latoya asked. She gripped Kris’s arm in terror as I rose out of the shadows. “Holy fuck!” she yelled as Jessica screamed.
I only laughed as a shadow formed behind them, scythe in hand. “There are two creatures that go bump in the night, my prey,” I whispered through my rasp.
“And he’ll beat you, beat you, beat you, and he’ll beat you all the pap.”
They looked as if they didn’t know what to do. Their legs had locked up, making them stand perfectly still. Mine was they only face they focused on, not knowing where the other voice was coming from.
“And he’ll eat you, eat you, eat you; Every morsel snap-“
I playfully growled and snapped my teeth at them to back them up-
“-snap-“
-right into his chest. They shrieked and looked behind them, and they stood paralyzed in fear.
Pitch only took the opportunity to grin, malice in his eyes. He held up his fingers and snapped them. “-snap.”
They gathered themselves and ran over each other on the stairs, tripping countless times as they yelled at each other to move. Threatened whoever had the idea to come to a house full of demons. They didn’t even bother looking back as they threw open the front door, screaming the entire way down the walkway.
I held my sides from laughter at the top of the stairway, my mind on a high from the fear. It had been such a long time since I had been able to scare anyone like that in one go. I found I missed it dearly. I missed the companionship. I missed not having to do everything on my own. And I missed how potent the fear high was. I found myself wanting to make things right, if only to have this again. I wanted to have things go back to how they were well over a hundred years ago, before he had started losing his mind. He needed to change, yes, but I had to be willing to be patient to help him through that change.
He stood by me as my laughing subsided to a thoughtful look. “Still say you don’t need my help?”
Before I could second guess myself, or anything at all, I held on to his coat and leaned up to crash my lips to his. He seemed stunned for only a moment before he responded, pushing me back against the wall, making me wrap my arms around his neck.
He growled against my skin, pulling back just slightly. “I thought you’d stop whatever you didn’t want. Last I checked, you didn’t want me.”
“Just shut up.” I pulled him back. Both of us could not hold back our sounds of pleasure, moaning and sighing into the other’s skin.
We stumbled into one of the rooms the kids had just been in, the fear high urging us on, along with desperation. I pushed his coat from his shoulders, and he moved his arms from me just to let it fall as he did the same to the remains of my shirt, forcing us apart for only a second. Even that second was too long. I didn’t even feel him reach back to unhook my bra. I did, however, feel him rip it from me, grasping my breasts and rolling them in his hands. I arched my chest closer to him, whimpering as he passed over my nipples, making me realize how sensitive they had become.
Heat began to pool between my legs, making me squirm to try to alleviate it just a bit. He must have noticed. He hefted me to his hips and sat on the bed, making me kneel over his lap. We parted only for breath, letting ourselves assess how far we had gotten. He caught my eyes. “Do you really want this?” he breathed. “Or will you take what I give you and run off again?”
I bit my lip and stroked the back of his neck. “I won’t run this time, Oogie.” I dragged my nails over his taught muscles, eliciting a moan and a shiver from him. His eyes closed, his lips parted slightly, soaking up each drag of the sharp points. “I want it like it was. I’ve missed you too much.”
He hummed in response. His fingers held me tighter to him. “I’ve missed you too, Hana.” He looked at me again. “But it still feels like my mind is playing tricks on me, even after all the control I’ve regained these past few months.”
“No tricks. Only treats.” He grinned at my words, as did I. “I do still love you, Oogie. It’s hard not to. So long as you show me you can control yourself, I won’t leave. Not this time.”
He took my lips again for a moment. “I can at least promise you that,” he muttered into my skin. “I never stopped loving you either.”
I made him look at me. “Prove it.” A mix of the fear high and the remainder of my strength from Halloween flowed through me, sending a wave of need through me. “Fuck me, and prove it.”
He had always loved how I acted on my night. Each Halloween I became more insatiable, or had in the past with him. During my century alone, it had mainly manifested into anger, though in recent years it came as heavy depression. This was a welcomed change, and one I needed him to fix. He gave a possessive growl and nodded. He nudged me off of him to the bed, leaning up on his knees. I felt a tug on my neck, realizing he had put a lead on the D-ring of my choker that also housed the skull charm. He was using it for its original purpose: a collar.
I followed the way he pulled as he spread his knees for better balance. I knew what he wanted, and did so without a word of command. I reached for the button of his pants, relishing the sight of him pulling his in firm stomach to give me more room. I trailed my blackened lips down his flesh as I pulled down the zipper. I wasn’t as good with buildup as he was, but I still had a few things I was good at. I pulled his pants open and down just enough to free his shaft, seeing how hard I had already made him. The freedom alone made him moan in relief. I teased his silky flesh, remembering all the bumps and veins. I leaned forward and trailed my tongue around his tip, hearing him take in a harsh breath between his teeth. He held on to my hair, sending tingles down my spine as each follicle was pulled taught.
When I took him into my mouth, he let out a loud groan. “Mm, just like that…”
I flattened my tongue against him as I moved, creating more pressure. I held him in place with one hand, using the other to twist up and down against my mouth. I could feel how long it had been for him by the way his body twitched against his control. It made me wonder dirty things. Things that I voiced openly due to my fear high. “How long did you have to please yourself for?”
“Too long.” He was under the same effects, and I knew his filter, what remained of one, was long gone.
“How often?”
“Too often.” He glared at me as I pulled off completely, stroking him only with my hand as I teased him.
I curled my tongue only around his tip, making him groan. “When?”
“Last night.” I rewarded him by resuming my pace, relishing in his sharp hiss of breath followed by a moan.
I wanted to know what he was thinking about, what made him please himself. What had been the subject of his fantasies? I pulled off again. “What made your blood boil, Oogie?” I licked his tip again, lapping up a bead of his fluids, remembering how sweet he was from his diet of fear.
“I planned to see you.” He moaned and pulled a bit on my hair as he held tighter. “I was going to find you tonight and hope the night went this well.” He swallowed a growl and pulled me off as his breath came out in shakes. He used the lead to make me kneel before him so he could loosen the bindings of my own shorts. I sucked in a sharp breath of my own as his lips met my throat and his teeth found purchase in my skin. He teased the flesh while he shifted the shorts down my hips. His hands nudged my shoulders gently, letting me lie on my back. He pulled the shorts and the panties below from my legs, tossing them over his shoulder, leaving me only in my orange and black stripped thigh-high socks. He had always loved them on me, even when they were stockings in the older years. That was one thing he had made clear in the cemetery months ago; his love of those socks. It was a fetish of his, in a way.
He spread my thighs, opening myself up to him. He leaned between my legs, kissing up my thighs, over the cloth at first and then onto skin. My heart hammered as I watched him get closer and closer. My sex felt so tight with anticipation. Just as he reached the juncture of my hips he moved back and did the same to the other leg, making me whine in disappointment. He cackled into my flesh, showing it was exactly what he wanted me to do. His hands ran under my legs and over my hips, using his thumbs to hold me open, exposing my clit to him and the air.
All at once he stopped, and I had never felt so wound up. I wanted to take his head and shove it between my legs. The lingering power of Halloween flowing through my veins with the high screamed for me to do it. The only thing that stopped me was his eyes.
“Why the fuck did I ever let you go…?” he muttered. He was taking in my body, remembering it again. His gaze only amped up my anticipation. His eyes met mine again, and my heart broke at how much pain he had hidden behind them. “I’m so sorry for hurting you, Hana.”
“Prove it to me,” I said, barely more than a whisper over my rasp. It was more of a plea.
He leaned down again, this time encasing me with his lips, his tongue running over my clit. I cried out with how good it felt, liquid fire spreading through me with each flick of his tongue. His purr of satisfaction reverberated through me, sending a shock up my core. With how long it had been, and with how good he felt, I couldn’t last. He pulled back only to take in air. He wound me up so tight I could barely breathe. My chest felt tight, and my sex was on fire. I could only let out whimpers of encouragement, growing louder with each passing second. I reached down and held on to one of his hands, feeling him entwine our fingers. I gripped hard as a ripple broke free from my sex. It wasn’t quite enough.
I never wanted him to stop. I twitched as he drove me closer, wound me up more. My head fell back as he stroked the fire he created, my throat tight against my cries. I knew I was close, oh-so-close. I held his hand tighter, using my free one to wrap in his hair as he had done to me. He moaned against my flesh. Another ripple tore through my core. As the ripple broke, he brought me to my limit. My sex exploded in a white-hot fire, forcing a loud cry to escape my throat. My back arched from the old bed, but he followed relentlessly, never stopping. Refusing to stop. My fingers gripped his hair so tight I could barely feel them. All I could feel was the bliss he sent through me, even after he slowed down and pulled away.
He gave me no chance to fully calm down. He leaned up on his knees and pulled me to him, resting his cock against my folds. The shock of the touch felt so good. He pulled his hips back just enough to sink himself into my body, both of us moaning as he filled up my still-tight walls. He leaned back, his whole body rolling with his hips as he filled me up over and over again, pulling against the aftershocks of my orgasm, riling me up again easily. Each thrust made me moan. He held on to my hips tightly, using his grip to aid his thrusts.
I needed more of him. I started to rock with him. He groaned and jerked a bit. He never stopped thrusting as he leaned forward on his hands, sliding onto his forearms, pressing full flush against me. I couldn’t help myself as I caught his lips with mine, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep him close. He didn’t care. His own snaked under my arms to hold on to my shoulders, his thighs spreading for better balance. I held my legs tighter to him, and instantly felt him bring me close to orgasm again. I moaned against his lips with each quick thrust, getting higher and higher in tone with how tight I was. His groans told me he felt it, too. I pulled away, my head tilting back as I came, a cry escaping my throat. His relentless strokes only kept me on that peak, never letting me stop. I kept tightening around him, and he kept his pace. I couldn’t take much more, but never wanted him to stop.
Every crude sound we made echoed off the walls. The room smelled heavily of sex. I couldn’t think. I didn’t want to think. Everything I wanted was right there with me, and I with him. My nails dug into his skin, my fingers tugged at his hair, everything I knew he loved. He let out a weakening moan of his own, moving to sink his teeth into my neck, inflicting pain he knew I loved. My climax hit again, and I was so tight I wondered how he was still able to thrust into me.
He moaned into my neck and held himself up again, holding on to my hips. He cursed and pulled out, spilling on my belly with a long, satisfied groan. Both of us struggled to catch our breath, our satisfied grins enough to convey words. He leaned back once sure he was finished and rested his weight against the wall the bed was pushed against. He motioned for me to join him as I used the old sheets to clear off his mess. I shifted over and laid my head on his bare chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat while my own tried to calm down.
I waited for his heartrate to return to normal, running a finger around the scar on his chest over his heart. He raised his arm so I could sit more comfortably, and so he could wrap the arm around my shoulders. “Pitch?”
“What is it?”
“Can we ever go back to how it was? Before everything went to shit, obviously.”
I felt him shrug. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t have an answer to that.”
I nodded. What we did had shown me how well we worked together when nothing was going wrong, and I missed the company. I missed going with him on nightmare runs. I missed the banter, the lessons, not sleeping alone. He wasn’t losing his mind as he once was.
“So long as you stay, we’ll make it work somehow.”
“I won’t run. You deserved it the first time, though.”
I saw him roll his eyes. “I know I did. I didn’t deserve the second.” He sighed and shifted. “I’ve been through hell more times than I can count, Hana. Trying to regain my title, trying to be believed in again, all to remember who I was before those wretched Guardians took over. Change does not come within a moment. It’s been a long progress taking hold of my sanity again.”
“I just don’t want to have to fight back next time.”
“There won’t be a next time. A few snaps here and there, yes, but nothing more.”
If he was sincere I couldn’t tell, but I knew I’d have some time yet before I could fully put my trust back into him. “I want to stay in my tower.”
“If that is what you wish.”
“I-I want to take it slower this time.”
“We’ve fucked both times we’ve seen each other this past year. How is that slow?”
I shoved at his shoulder. “With everything else. Besides, the Guardians want you to back off the children yet. They probably only gave you a pass this long due to Halloween. If they find out we’ve made amends that could be bad for both of us. They will try to use me to get to you, and that will just be an irritation I don’t need.”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Jack already came to me to look for you, and that was with them knowing we had split a hundred years ago. If they knew anything had returned to how it was, that I had helped you find your center, they could very well try to use me. That won’t end well for them.”
He scoffed. “They wouldn’t do that.”
“Bunny would.”
“Bunny talks a big game.”
“Even so, I don’t want to risk it. For now, we stay in our own lairs.” I leaned up and bit at his ear, feeling him shiver. “We make it seem like we still hate each other.”
He laughed. “With how we fuck some days, it seems like it.”
I bit harder. “You love it, don’t lie.” I trailed kisses along his jawline, tracing his lips with my fingers. “They need us, you, just as we need them. Give the humans too much chaos, they all die and we lose our purpose.” I leaned up and replaced my fingers with my lips, catching his in a fast peck. “Give the humans too much joy and hope, and they will have no fear.”
He leaned up and caught my lips again, drawing out the kiss. I shifted them open and he accepted the offer, making his tongue dance with mine. My fingers trailed along the scar over his heart, feeling a shiver run through his body. He only slightly pulled away. “You do believe me when I say I am trying to keep the balance, right?”
It took me a moment but I nodded. I felt the tugs of exhaustion catch up to me. He helped me up and I started to gather up my clothes while he fixed his. I frowned at the torn shirt. “I liked this one.”
“I’ll find you a new one.” Once both dressed, we left the house and summoned the horses, who had found each other again it seemed since they ran up from the same place instead of materializing.
I couldn’t stop my grin. “It seems they’re getting along well.”
“So it would seem.” He watched as I pulled myself on Hessian’s back, gripping his reins hard. “I am behaving, you know that.”
I let a laugh slip. “I know you are, Oogie. Keep it that way.” With a snap of Hessian’s reins I was in the air, taking the fastest route I knew back to my tower where I could hide away in my home.
Little did I know that, while he would behave himself as promised, another forgotten figure refused to make such a promise.
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