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Growing Pains	By : Kylee_Phoenix Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 3193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians or The Guardians of Childhood Series, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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            The night mare ungagged Jamie and dumped him into his window, flying away on a trail of darkness.
            He assessed the damage, finding that the fall had only scraped him up a bit, and the ropes he'd been tied with had left a subtle mark on his skin.
            He knew one thing for sure; He could still remember everything. Pitch had lied.
            "Alright, Jamie, don't panic. The other Guardians are on their way to help him already, right?"
            He'd said two hours was how long Sandy would wait before he'd sound the alarm and ride in with the cavalry, but Jamie couldn't stand the idea of waiting.
            "Just cool it," he said to himself as he paced the room. "The other Guardians can take care of it. Sandy is a beast with that whip." He chuckled as he thought about it. "If he was a woman in heels. . ." He laughed pretty hard at that thought and then realized how strange it was and shook his head.
            "No, just no."
            He hit himself in the head once and decided what he needed was a shower. He'd shower, clear his head, and wait for Jack to return. Nothing good could come of him diverting any attention away from the fight with Pitch. They'd have it handled, for sure.
            He walked to the bathroom to start the water, letting the shower have some time to warm up. He realized, as he was about to start stripping, that he'd forgotten to bring some clothes to change into. He could just walk back to his room in nothing but a towel, but he was careful not to be partially clothed around his little sister, Sophie, who was entering a sensitive age.
            He stepped out of the bathroom and ran smack into the little sister in question.
            "Jamie, watch it! Geeze, you almost trampled me ya big man monster!"
            Jamie laughed, shaking his head.
            "What happened to you, Soph? You used to be such a cute kid, and now you're all attitude."
            She frowned, sticking her tongue out, and Jamie wagged his finger at her.
            "Now see, that's exactly what I'm talking about. You'll never get any boyfriends acting like a brat, you know."
            "Pfffff, who wants 'em. Boys are gross, anyway. 'Cept Jack. " She grinned. "He's cute."
            Jamie blushed a little, thinking about the earlier events of the night.
            Sophie laughed.
            "Yeah, I know you like him too." She leaned in conspiratorially, and said in a high whisper. "I know you like boys. But it's okay, ya like who ya like, right?"
            She skipped off to the bathroom and opened the door, leaning her head back out briefly to tease him.
            "Oh, by the way, thanks for starting the shower for me!"
            She giggled and shut the door, locking it, and leaving Jamie knocking frustratedly.
            "Oh come on, Sophie, really?"
            She replied in a sing song voice.
            "Jamie's too slow, Jamie's too slow. Slow poke slow, pokey pokey moe!"
            Jamie sighed and walked back to his room. He opened the door and gasped when he found Jack sitting on his side, propping his head up just like in the sketch Jamie had made, completely and utterly naked.
            Jamie struggled to keep his voice down through the shock of his discovery, closing the door quickly.
            "Jack, what the hell. . ."
            Jack's smile faded, and he raised an eyebrow.
            "Not exactly the greeting I was expecting, considering how much clothing I'm not wearing."
            Jamie sputtered.
            "What happened? How did you get away from Pitch?"
            Jack smirked.
            "Well, I see he didn't erase your memory. Not surprised. Of course, that's probably a good thing considering this," and he gestured across his naked body, "would have been pretty awkward otherwise."
            Jamie couldn't stop himself from laughing.
            "It's still pretty awkward I'd say."
            Jack sat up, a little self conscious now, covering himself as best he could.
            "I thought you'd like it."
            Jamie looked instantly apologetic.
            "Oh, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just. . . jarring I guess. I still don't even know what happened with Pitch. How did you get away, anyway?"
            He shook his head.
            "It was easy. The other Guardians came in, and we defeated him together. Hey," Jack smiled at him reassuringly. "He's not going to be a problem anymore. We made sure of that. You're safe. Scout's honor."
            Jamie raised an eyebrow. Jack's behavior was setting off little alarm bells in Jamie's head, and he proceeded with caution. Something was definitely off with him.
            "Whatever Pitch said to you back there must have knocked something loose in your head."
            Jack grinned, and it was 100% mischievous winter spirit. It was enough to tempt Jamie to cross the room and sit down on the bed next to him.
            "Let's just say he actually knocked some sense into my head."
            Jack reached for him, taking Jamie's face in his hands.
            "He was wrong about us, Jamie. We could be so good together."

* * *

            Inside Jack's head he cursed at Pitch.
            He struggled against the chains that kept him bound to the wall of a dark, dank stone-walled prison cell. They were firmly in place, heavy, rusty and rattling slightly as he barely managed to move them.
            The fearlings were holding him captive in his own mind, just as they had done to Kozmotis. Jack could hear him, another prisoner a few cell blocks away, screaming to be freed.
            Pitch sauntered out from behind a shadow in the corner of the cell.
            "Enjoying your new accommodations, Jack?"
            Jack clenched his teeth.
            "I will take control of my body back from you, and you will not hurt Jamie," he growled.
            Pitch smiled and shook his head, looking down on Jack condescendingly.
            "No Jack, you belong to me now, so I'm going to tell you how it works."
            Pitch snapped his fingers. Images flickered to life, projected onto the wall in front of him. Jack realized it was a window through his own eyes, and he saw Jamie looking back at him.
            "I am going to violate every person you love and care for, while you watch, down here with me, until you submit to me completely. I am in control of your life now."
            Jack jerked against the chains violently.
            "No!"
            Pitch smirked.
            "Best to remove that word from your vocabulary." He snapped his fingers again, and when Jack tried to defy him once more, he found he couldn't say no. His lips opened, his mouth moved, but no sound was released. A small smile curled at the side of Pitch's lips. "Much better."
            "As I was saying. . . I will invade your life subtly, of course, so that I can continue using this body, but I will make choices that you would not make, and I will do things that you would not do, and all the while, the changes in behavior will be so small that your friends will not notice what you've become until it's far too late to save you.”
            Jack snorted.
            "You honestly think Jamie will buy your act? Look at him," and Jack pointed his chin towards the screen. "He knows something is wrong with me already. You aren't going to fool him into thinking you're me, Pitch."
            Pitch simply smiled.
            "Yes, he is a smart boy, isn't he? But you have to ask yourself, how much does Jamie want to be with you? Passion, desire, and love are all tricky emotions. Even intelligent people ignore the obvious when faced with something they want so badly."
            Jack was utterly frustrated by his lack of options in this situation. Physically struggling against his shackles would not do him any good. He had to calm down and think. It was hard to do when he could see himself caressing Jamie's face, moving in for a kiss. He could anticipate with a sick stomach where this would all lead.
            "You can make it all stop, Jack. Just say the words, 'I submit to you' and I will leave Jamie alone. I'll leave it up to some other clumsy teenage boy to deflower him, much to his disappointment."
            Jack laughed, as hard as it was for him to bring himself to do in the face of those words.
            "Let's level, here. I know I can't trust you to keep your word. This is all just a game where you trick me into saying I submit, then I have to watch you violate Jamie anyway."
            Pitch leaned down and smiled against Jack's lips, but Jack turned his face away, giving Pitch his ear to whisper into instead.
            "Yes, it's all just a game. In this game I set the rules, and I can change them at any time. The sooner you realize I am in control of this situation, that you have no options and no way out save my way, the sooner we can start having fun. You love having fun, don't you Jack? You love playing games. It's why we'd be so good together." He slid his tongue slowly over the curve of Jack's ear as Jack watched Jamie lean in for a kiss.
            Jack recoiled at the sensation of Pitch's touch, and his heart sank at the thought that Pitch was kissing Jamie while he watched, doing nothing about it. A thought occurred to him, then.
            "How do I even know that this scene you are showing me is real?"
            Pitch reeled back laughing, and it was a hearty sound full of mirth and pleasure.
            "Now we're having fun, aren't we Jackie?" Pitch struck a fake thinking pose to mock Jack. "You don't know, but what if it is? See, I know you. In the end, you'll take whatever path possible to avoid hurting Jamie. But you know what, Jack? You can't avoid it." He smirked. "Sooner or later you will hurt him, be it through my hand or your own. Oh wait, but they're the same now!"
            He laughed maniacally.
            "It doesn't matter which way you turn it, Jack. Now, you're evil. Now, you're the villain. Just submit and be done with it."

* * *
            Jamie leaned into the kiss, relishing the pleasant chill of Jack's lips. Jack straddled him, pressing roughly into Jamie with his hips, and the combination of sensations nearly took Jamie's breath away. Soon, though, another kind of sensation was creeping beneath his skin, making it harder to breath.
            "Jack," he moaned into his ear. "I'm glad you're into this, but-" he gasped as Jack reached a hand down between Jamie's legs to fondle him, and he realized there were definitely certain physical limitations to Jack's ever cold nature.
            "But?"
            Jack sank his teeth into Jamie's shoulder, and he squeaked in surprise, a sound that he had not been sure could ever come out of his mouth again after his voice had changed.
            "But, uh, you're giving me frost bite," Jamie said, teeth chattering, as he backed up a little from Jack.
            "Ah, right." Jack's eyes unfocused strangely, and he seemed to be searching his memory for something.
            "Maybe we can jump in a nice, hot shower and," he winked, "heat things up."
            Jamie laughed.
            "You know I won't complain. What caused the change of heart, though? I mean about not liking water?" He narrowed his eyes at him, pondering something. "You sure do seem different, Jack. Are you sure everything is okay? Maybe we could just cuddle and relax tonight, you know, after the scare we both had. There's plenty of time for all the other stuff, right?"

* * *

            The real Jack grinned from inside his head.
            "That's right Jamie, don't let him push you too fast. You're smarter than that." He shot a look at Pitch. "He knows there's something wrong with me. See, it's not so easy to convince people who love me that you are me. They know me too well."
            Jamie's resistance was a small victory that had cleared Jack's head, making him more confident again, and he continued.
            "It's easy to imitate a voice in the dark, trick someone who has been alone too long into realizing their worst fear, but you can't so easily fool people surrounded by love and strong in their convictions that you are anything other than the evil darkness."
            Pitch smiled.
            "You're forgetting, it wasn't that long ago that Jamie was alone and miserable. He still fears rejection from you, doesn't he? That's why it's so hard for him to believe in your new-found enthusiasm. All the seeds that I need have been planted in his head. He'll go against his instincts, and I will take him because he fears what all humans fear. . . being alone."
            "I seem to recall you being afraid of being alone, Pitch," Jack countered.
            He nodded ruefully.
            "Yes, thanks to Kozmotis. Of all the useful things he surrendered to me when he submitted, this loneliness was the hardest of them to turn into a strength. He crippled us, at first, with our own fear of loneliness, but we remembered something after all that time down in the cave."
            Pitch turned his dark eyes to Jack, a hunger gathering inside of them.
            "Fear is a gift, Jack. It keeps you safe, protects you from the dangers of the world. It's that voice in your head that turns you away from the dark alley and steals you from death. It's a gift I offer generously to you, once more. Take it, and we can become one."

* * *
            "Right now, there is nothing in this world that would keep me from fully and thoroughly ravishing you, Jamie Bennett. Especially not a little water."
            Jack smiled, and there was a heady, passionate look in his eyes. It seemed unnatural and out of place for the playful, innocent winter spirit, and for just a moment, Jamie thought maybe Jack had been right about them being together becoming a potentially bad thing.
            Had he been wrong about not ever being able to change or grow up?
            The thought had never crossed his mind that a romantic and sexual relationship would change Jack in this way, that it would transform the Jack Frost he had met and known for these past eight years into someone that looked more adult, more. . . frightening. Would having this relationships with him take Jack away from the other children, from his calling as a Guardian forever? Then what would he have after Jamie was gone?
            Jamie had to admit he was also a little scared of what losing his virginity would do to him. If he crossed that line into adulthood, would he lose the ability to see all of his Guardian friends? Even if it was with Jack, could he really feed those passions and desires, become an adult, lose his innocence, and still be able to feel and experience and see the magic which belonged inherently to the realm of childhood?
            He breathed and closed his eyes, willing himself to make that leap. He couldn't stall growing up forever. And even though Jack's situation was different, even though he wasn't even human anymore, maybe Jack couldn't stay a child forever either.
            "Your argument is compelling," Jamie said. "Let me check and make sure Sophie is done with the shower."
            When Jamie returned, sure that the coast was clear, he grabbed some clothes for both of them. He was planning to confiscate Jack's old clothes and run them through the wash, maybe two or three times.
            "The Sophster is back in her room, yammering away on the phone at one of her friends. She'll be awhile. We'll have plenty of time to take a nice, leisurely shower."
            He winked.
            "She was always a cute kid," Jack mused.
            The way he'd said it made Jamie a little nervous, and he wanted to steer them as quickly away from that subject of conversation as possible.
            "Yeah, but she's a terror, now. All the boys in her class are actually afraid of her. The girls love her, though. She stands up for them."

* * *
            Back in Jack's head, Pitch chuckled, and it was a very sinister sound.
            "I enjoy breaking the strong spirits the most," he said, casting a sideways glance at Jack, an evil glint sparkling in his eye.
            Jack resisted the urge to twitch in revulsion at the thought of Pitch taking advantage of Jamie's little sister. This line of reasoning was dangerous. He had to think of a way to divert Pitch's attention.

Let's play a game.
            They were the words he'd said to his sister the day that he'd saved her. They were the words he'd said later to Jamie, the first time they'd faced Pitch together. They were the words that he said to himself now in order to put him into the right head space to do what he had to do.
            If there was anything he knew to be true, it was that you could turn fear into fun, or at least use fun to distract from the fear long enough to overcome it. One did not always have to directly face a fear from the start. Sometimes it was better to turn your head and look at it sideways. Fears most often presented themselves in their true forms that way, as the small and insignificant things that they were rather than the large, immovable and undefeatable things which often caused people to hide from themselves.
            There was another way out of this mess. He needed to gather his will to push the fearlings out of his body. It would be a lot easier if Jamie was in on it, somehow. He couldn't do everything from the inside because he needed to surround the fearlings, overwhelm them.
            Jack realized the solution. He needed to help Pitch seduce Jamie. If he went along with them, the fearlings would not realize what he was doing until he was pushing them out of his body and banishing them for good.
            He cast a furtive glance to Pitch.
            "I've been thinking about your offer. To submit, to take the fear."
            Pitch perked up at that.
            "Oh? And what have you decided?"
            "I won't submit to you or fear you."
            Jack stood straight, proud and steadfast in his decision. Pitch narrowed his eyes at Jack, but it seemed like the winter spirit had more to say, and Pitch watched as a slow smile crept across Jack's face.
            "Let's play a game," he said. "You can be dark, and I will be cold, and together we will be-"
            "Dark and cold," Pitch finished, his voice thick with desire and his eyelids heavy with the heady high of victory
            Pitch's own smile mirrored Jack's.
            "Now the real fun can begin," he smirked. "Jamie is free, of course. I don't shirk all deals, as previously accused. Just the ones with my enemies," he chuckled. "Shall we move on, then?"
            Jack shook his head, smiling.
            "Why turn back now? Don't you want him too?"
            Jack nodded his head to the screen, doing his best not to choke on the words. The idea of sharing Jamie with Pitch. . . his head swam a little at the thought. He had to admit that some deep part of him being awakened by the darkness in Pitch was not finding this arrangement altogether unpleasant.
            Pitch laughed, reaching out take Jack's face in his hands again, and Jack did not instantly recoil this time.
            "My my, darkness does look good on you, little Jackie Frost," Pitch mused, looking into Jack's eyes, which were tinted at the very edges with Pitch's own silver-gold mixture.
            Jack looked up at him, and there was a bright blue ring surrounding Pitch's irises.
            "And cold on you," he ventured, though what sounded tentatively flirtatious in his head came out with a deeper measure of knowing and wanting than he'd imagined he'd had within himself.
            There was something new between them, drawing them closer. It was similar to the feeling Jack had experienced with Jamie, but also very different. It was all so confused now. . .
            Pitch relished the look on Jack's face, and he granted himself a moment to drink it in. It was pure chaos and the stirrings of a darker lust, wrapped in an innocent, inexperienced, 300-hundred-year-old boy. He possessed all the power of something old but very little of the wisdom. He was a debaucherously delicious fruit that Pitch had wanted for so long to pick, and he had to stop himself from simply eating it all up in one, greedy mouthful.
            He snapped his fingers, bringing them both back to the present, and transporting them to a more comfortable, relaxed environment. It was a modern living room, and they were sitting on a fluffy couch with pillows. Pitch had done away with the shackles. . . for now.
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