Rise of the Guardians Vore fic: Fear's Fears.
Characters are all © The studio/creators of Rise of the Guardians (2012)
Warning, contains soft m/m non-sexual vore. Don't like? Don't read.
For the benefit of those who haven't seen the film, but want to read this, there are character pictures in the description :3 But the concept of the fic will still more than likely not make very much sense to you. You've been warned.
This takes place AFTER the film.
Jack grinned, skimming rapidly over the treetops, brushing them lightly with his fingertips as he passed, giving them just the lightest dusting of frost, as it wasn't late enough in the year in this area to require any more. He loved making mornings like this though... they were so much more delicate than carpeting the area with solid snow and frost, and he got to go super-fast as it didn't require as much work and focus. He flipped over in the air and gave a wave towards the moon, which was fading with slight morning light now.
Then he flipped back and turned his attention to the trees again, pausing as he saw a pleasant little clearing in the woods, and he flew down to it, circling the small pond there, brushing the edges with his fingertips, spreading ice thinly and delicately around it, but not covering it completely. Finishing this, he paused, and walked around the clearing, light on his feet and cheerful, spreading an artistic sprinkling of frost all around. He smiled, and bent down to gently touch the stem of a small plant with a fingertip, watching frost curl up and along its leaves like curling art.
He smiled and sat back a little, watching the frost spreading outwards from the clearing, pausing and sitting up slightly though as he heard something strange from between the trees suddenly. He blinked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he heard the eerie whisper, almost as though it was carried by the wind... but there wasn't a wind this morning, the air was still.
Yet even Jack felt a small shiver run up his spine at the sound, but he knew it... in his chest, he felt chilled fingers tighten around his heart, as he remembered that sound and who it belonged to. "... Pitch?" he said, in almost a whisper, getting himself under control the instant he spoke the name, and standing up, steeling himself against the fear. "That you?" he flicked his staff and took off, starting to fly through the trees, his eyes searching in the half light, seeking something, seeking darkness... but as the sun started to peek over the horizon... he frowned, that made his task harder, as every shadow started to retreat. He stopped dead, hovering, listening... until he heard it again, that frightening whisper... the sound of a waning nightmare.
He scowled and then shot off towards the noise again, desperately seeking the source of the sound... after all, if Pitch was anywhere around, he should check and make sure that the guy wasn't up to anything too serious. It was kind of his responsibility to do so. Sure he had a frost to settle too... but this was more important.
After some time, when he was about to give up, Jack finally stopped in another clearing where it felt colder... and oddly silent. He paused, looking around, holding his staff defensively. "Pitch?" he called, "Is that you?"
"Jack Frost... so nice of you to visit..." The voice was weak, barely audible.
Jack spun around, looking for the course of the voice, "Where are you Pitch?" his eyes searched the trees all around but saw nothing... until he spotted a tiny wisp of darkness emerging from under a piece of wood, propped over a rock. He blinked, lowering his staff slightly and approaching it cautiously. "Pitch?" he reached out with the end of his staff, and carefully flicked the piece of wood aside, blinking in surprise as he saw what lay underneath. Blinking and cowering in the sunlight, was a tiny, barely four inch tall Pitch Black, his eyes wide and frightened.
"Pitch... what... what happened?" asked Jack... the last time he had seen the man, he had been fleeing from his own fears desperately... weakened and defeated.
"This... is what happens when nobody believes in you Jack..." replied the man, covering his eyes, and trying to get up to shuffle himself into Jack's shadow, clearly uncomfortable in the light.
Jack's eyes widened as this was said, surprised... but he remembered now... Bunny had become a lot smaller when nobody had believed in him either! This had happened to pitch as well... all his powers gone, and his size reduced to something tiny. "Pitch... I... thought you were gone..."
"I can't be gone Jack..." replied Pitch, a little more conviction in his tone. "If I 'go'... there will be no darkness... and if there was no darkness there would be no balance... no shadow..." he shook his head. "I'm not like you guardians... expendable... The world can get by without dreams... or christmas... it can't get by without darkness and shadow."
"So... you can't dissappear?" asked Jack, frowning.
"I can't... not truly... but I can suffer... and I am." said Pitch, managing to crawl into the shadow, and huddling there. "Please Jack... you've got to help me..."
Jack frowned, bending down a little, "Does the light hurt you?"
"No... it's not like that," he said, shaking slightly as he huddled, afraid of the huge form over him. "I'm weak Jack... the light to me is like darkness to a human... hard to see in, intimidating... I don't want to be in that situation now."
Jack felt suddenly bad for the man... at the moment he seemed so helpless and pathetic, begging for his help... and yet he remembered all the harm he had tried to do, and he was reluctant to help. "Wh... what do you want from me?" he asked cautiously, not wanting to agree to any kind of deal with this man who had been so cruel and heartless to him before, casting him into an icy crevice to lie there in his own despair forever.
"I need somewhere to rest... to keep existing... somewhere dark... but not alone... the nightmares will come back for me again... I'm still hiding from them Jack... they've gone rogue, now they hunt me."
Jack frowned a little, feeling bad for the small, helpless thing. "I... I don't know anywhere like that. And I don't think I should be helping you..." he took a step back, starting to float off the ground a little, "I have a frost to settle..."
"Jack... wait... please... I have a right to exist too... I may not be good but I'm necessary!" begged the small man, pleading strong in his voice and eyes.
Jack frowned, shaking his head, "No... you hurt my friends... and me... this could be a trick..." he forced himself to make his mind up, and shot upwards, flying away from the tiny man, just leaving him there, pretending not to hear Pitch crying his name as he left.
Jack finished settling the frost, and spent the rest of the day flying, skipping from rooftop to rooftop, pinging icicles down off them and passing the time slowly, then napping in a nice v-shape between some rooves until evening came, when he knew it was time to lower the temperatures again.
However, he was distracted as he did his evening's work... he kept thinking of Pitch... crawling into his shadow like that, and just shivering there, looking so frightened... how could the boogeyman be frightened?! Well... he had seen it himself before, when the nightmares had come after the man... the idea of him alone with those hunting him... tugged at Jack's heart. Even though Pitch had done harm... now... he was helpless and suffering, and Jack could have stopped that. Wasn't it his duty to help those who really needed him?
Sighing, he turned towards where he had met the man earlier, and flew back there, though it took the best part of the night. When he landed in the clearing again, he wasn't surprised to find that the man had retreated back under the moved wood... he could just see a small form curled up underneath it.
Tilting his head slightly, Jack moved the wood, surprised to see that Pitch was actually curled up asleep... he looked so helpless... and he hadn't been woken by suddenly being out in the open.
Jack blinked as a tiny little wisp of golden sand floated over his shoulder and touched the tiny form, and after a moment, a tiny golden shape formed over Pitch's sleeping head. Jack blinked and looked closely at it, then giggled quietly as he realised what it was. A little tiny kitten pranced around Pitch's head, chasing an even tinier butterfly, made out of the golden sand. "Seems like even Pitch doesn't have bad dreams all the time..." he looked up, "Well... I suppose if the sandman thinks he deserves a dream... that's a good enough reason for me to think he deserves a bit of help," he said softly, reaching down and very gently scooping the tiny body up in his hands, surprised when the man didn't feel like he had expected... he had expected cold, clammy, slightly sandy feeling... but... Pitch was WARM... and the black robe he wore was soft and velvety... it felt rather like a nice familiar duvet at night. Clearly... Pitch was NOT made as evil as he became... like Jack... he had just become tired and bitter from being alone and not liked by anyone... a bad guy purely because he was made to be one.
Jack sighed a little, sitting back on his ankles, watching as Pitch shifted sleepily at being moved.
"Pitch..." he called very softly, to see if he could wake him a little gently.
"Mmmm..." mumbled the man, turning over. "... kitty..."
Jack bit his lip to stifle a giggle, who'd have guessed that the boogeyman liked kittens? Who had ever taken the time to ask? He felt a bit bad for the man now, and gently rubbed at his side with a fingertip. "Pitch?"
At this, the man sat upright quickly in alarm, a small puff of black, sand-like smoky substance shot out of him in all directions, but barely making it an inch or two before fading weakly out of existence. He looked around in alarm, and blinked as he realised he was in Jack's hands. "Jack..." he said quietly, "You came back?"
Jack nodded a little, "I figure everyone needs a little help sometimes... but I want you to promise me something first."
Pitch blinked, "What?"
Jack shrugged, "I just don't want you to hurt anyone else, ever, okay? The scaring, I know, is your job, no light without darkness and all that... but don't try to HURT anyone any more... okay?"
Pitch frowned a little... as it was in his nature to try and take on the forces of light... but... right now... he needed some help. "How about... just for the next decade." He suggested hopefully.
"Good enough for now," sighed Jack. "Alright... so... do you know a place where you would want to go and hide... because after your description, I've got nothing..." he said, frowning.
Pitch nodded slightly, a little weakly. "I do know of a place... it's dark and private, well hidden... and you'd even be able to keep an eye on me to make sure I wasn't up to anything."
Jack blinked in surprise. "That sounds convenient... what's the catch?"
Pitch hesitated slightly, extending a slender hand a bit, and moving the fingers thoughtfully as he searched for the right words. "It's... somewhere you might not want me."
Jack frowned a bit, already suspicious. "Why? Where is it?"
Pitch sighed tiredly. "Normally... I would love to banter and wordplay with you about it, but I'm so damnably tired that I'm just going to have to come out and say it... Jack frost... I want you to eat me."
Jack's eyes went WIDE at this, and he shook his head, "Whoa no! Not on your life!"
Pitch shook his head, "No please, let me explain Jack... I'd be hidden, the nightmares would neither be able to find or catch me, it would be dark, where I feel safe... you could keep an eye on me to make sure I wasn't up to anything... I wouldn't bother you... I just... want to feel safe. Being the bringer of fears and nightmares has its down sides... as the powers turn on you when you lack the strength to control them..."
Jack frowned, and he shook his head again. "Oh... no... NO! How would that even..."
"Work? Be safe?" interrupted Pitch, smiling weakly as he got a nod out of Jack. "It will work because you are what you are... come now Jack, you can create a hundred foot wall of ice as easily as counting to ten if you want to... freeze an entire forest in moments... would you really dare to assume that you couldn't swallow one small thing like me?"
"Well... will you stay small? What if someone starts to believe in you again?"
"Oh that... don't worry about that... my size will not adjust unless I wish it to do so... it's just that I am too weak to adjust it."
Jack nodded, "And safety... you left out how this was safe."
Pitch gave a smile, "forgive me... I am not at my best... it is safe Jack because you do not eat... you do not need to, even though you can... and even if you did... as a guardian, you can hold me safe." He gestured weakly at Jack's chest, where his stomach lay, his eyes unfocusing slightly. "Right in the core of your being, where it's safe... and so dark..." he fell back into Jack's hands almost longingly, weak and tired, and as the night came to an end, the sky was starting to lighten, and he felt his unease growing. He didn't like the idea of what he was asking for on principle, as it put him in an incredibly weak and vulnerable position... but left in the woods alone under a bit of wood was hardly in a stalwart fortress either! At least this way he wouldn't be alone, so the nightmares would not be able to follow his fears as efficiently. "Please Jack..." he said weakly.
"You'll be cold..." replied Jack, digging for excuses.
"I told you before... cold and darkness go together... I am not affected by cold."
Jack sighed, gnawing on his lip. "Isn't there another way?"
Pitch sighed, shaking his head, "I wish there was... please Jack... it's dawn..."
Jack frowned a little, and held the small man up close to his face, his bright eyes searching Pitch's tiny ones for honesty. "Promise me this isn't a trick."
Pitch was about to point out that he had only agreed to promise one thing... but as he felt the first rays of sunlight starting to burn into his eyes. He just nodded, "I promise," he replied, starting to shake nervously, knowing that his increased fear would draw the nightmares right to him... and he was so tired... he didn't have it in him to properly hold them off!
Sighing, Jack nodded a little, seeing no lie in the tired little face, and he opened his mouth, and was about to reluctantly slide the tiny man's legs into it as a starting point when he blinked and stopped as Pitch called to him.
"No! Headfirst, please... the light... it's so bright..." he was covering his eyes weakly with a hand and looking truly afraid, so Jack just nodded, gently gripping the warm, surprisingly heavy form around the chest, and bringing him headfirst to his mouth, starting to slide him inside.
Pitch sighed in relief as darkness surrounded his head and shoulders delightfully, and whilst the flesh was cool and pale in colour, he did not feel threatened by its temperature... the darkness was so welcome that it soothed him wonderfully, and he felt himself relaxing as Jack helped him back towards the wonderfully inviting darkness deeper inside, where Pitch could see a tunnel so dark that it was almost completely black... he wriggled a little in eagerness at seeing this, almost able to touch the darkness as it was so thick... he was sure at that moment that it was the most wonderful thing it had ever seen.
Jack blinked in surprise as the little legs kicked gently against his fingers, pushing Pitch backwards as the man squirmed inside. He hadn't expected his intended meal to be so eager... but the sight of darkness seemed to have given the man fresh vigour, just enough for him to be moving like this.
Jack quickly got himself under control and calm though, and he gently pushed Pitch's feet again, gasping awkwardly as he felt Pitch's head and arms start to enter his throat. It felt... easier than he had expected! His gullet stretched well to accommodate this, and he gulped automatically, encouraged. This even felt a little nice... he was so used to everything inside feeling so cold... that warmth was a rare, unusual sensation in there! He gulped again, and pressed against the man's feet, pushing them into his mouth now, and closing up afterwards, sealing Pitch into his precious darkness. He was shocked when in direct reaction to this, the man went completely limp, and he felt the little chest let out a relieved sigh... and he felt that he had done something good as he swallowed again, tilting his head back automatically as his throat started to swell with a smooth little bulge, and gulping repeatedly to keep it moving. He was surprised how easy this was to do! He would never have imagined it possible! He wasn't sure what the other guardians would say if they knew what he was doing... but he had a feeling that it wasn't so wrong... the man in the moon had seen what he was doing after all... if he shouldn't do it, there would have been some kind of sign.
Jack took a soft, surprised breath as the large lump slid down into his chest, and carried on through, gently squishing his other organs aside just enough to pass through, but never hurting him or making him uncomfortable.
He let out a loud gasp though, as with a final squeeze, Pitch dropped heavily into his stomach, and just lay still.
After a moment, Jack gently slid a hand under his hoodie and rubbed at his flesh gently over his stomach. "Pitch? You okay?"
"I'm alright Jack... I'm just... relieved... that's why I'm so still..." replied Pitch, his tiny chest expanding and contracting in a heavy sigh. "Thank you Jack... genuinely... thank you."
Jack smiled, feeling his cheeks redden slightly to ALMOST normal colour for just a moment as he blushed. "Alright, I'll fly gentle for you just for today, but after that you'll have to get used to flying air-Jack the way it's supposed to be."
"That's quite alright Jack..." replied Pitch. "As much as I know I won't enjoy being tossed around... I will be safer whilst I am doing it." He chuckled weakly, and then huddled automatically into the deliciously tempting softness of the younger man's flesh and closed his eyes, his exhausted and magic-drained form worn out.
Jack smiled as he felt this, resting a hand gently there for a moment or two before standing up, taking his staff and taking off... but gently and slowly this time... almost sauntering over the treetops as he went to look for a pleasant place to rest for a while. As he flew though, he was surprised to see one of the sandman's golden trails spinning towards him. "Hey hey... Sandy I'm not asleep yet!" He called, blinking as the thing, instead of striking him as normal... hit him in the middle, disintegrating on impact before reforming and coming in again to repeat the action. He watched this several times, confused, until he felt a gentle, sleepy kick from the little man inside, and he chuckled as he realised that his slim form was protecting Pitch too well for his dream to reach him, and the next time the trail came around, he moved to meet it, opening his mouth, surprised when this worked, and a little buzz of warm electricity went through him as the trail shot down his gullet to its tiny owner.
Jack smiled after this, floating along at a leisurely pace, just enjoying the warmth spreading through him from Pitch inside, and the occasional, gentle little kicks he would feel from the man dreaming.
He was glad he had come back to give Pitch a chance, because at least for the time being, the man was very grateful... he didn't know if the state would last for very long, but for now, Pitch seemed happy... very happy from the way he kept cuddling gently against Jack's insides, giving him this pleasant, ticklish sensation inside.
After a little while, Jack spotted a house below where someone had left their summer hammock out, tied between a couple of trees. He chuckled and flew down low, being careful to keep his movement very gentle, and his landing graceful, so that Pitch didn't get shaken about. Jack smiled as he sat himself down on the hammock gently, smiling as a thin layer of frost quickly spread over the material. "Thank goodness for lazy people," he said happily, as he lay down in the hammock, settling himself comfortably and giving a soft yawn. He smiled a bit as Pitch slid slightly from the movement, and then moved sleepily. "J... Jack?" he called dozily, "What's going on?"
Jack smiled, resting a hand gently over his middle, feeling oddly pleased with himself for having the goodness in him to help someone like this. "Oh just lying down for the day, it's alright."
Pitch smiled, settling back into a comfortable position again and cuddling himself into the softness... he hadn't been offered a bed to sleep in for so long that he couldn't even remember experiencing something this soft before... let alone a bed that was so protected and wonderfully, permanently dark. "I guess there's a little darkness in you after all Jack..." he said quietly, yawning.
"Oh? how's that? I did help you, but not because I suppose what you do..." began Jack defensively.
Pitch chuckled, "Oh, I didn't mean that," he said sleepily, "I meant that the darkness in you... is... me..." his voice tapered off as he fell asleep again.
Jack blinked at this, then smiled, and curled up around his stomach, feeling a bit special today... what on earth would the other guardians say? Sandman already knew after all... Jack sensed it wouldn't be too long before he got a visit from the others to ask what was going on. But Jack was oddly okay with that... it was their job to maintain balance after all... wasn't that what he was doing?
For now anyway.