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He sucked in a breath and blew it out again. He had his work cut out for him. Jack was drawn back to the present by that, and he looked up.

His expression turned sly as a fox's, and he ran his hands down Bunnymund's sides with clear intent.

Bunnymund's paws stuttered on his back, as if they weren't quite sure what to do. The rabbit's ears twitched, his eyebrows drawing together. He sounded… desperate?

But Jack couldn't really tell. All he knew was that his frustration, both sexual and not, was bubbling up to the surface.

Scowling, he backed off Bunnymund, getting to his feet. Bunnymund straightened up himself, watching Jack pick up and shoulder his staff with a frown.

Bunnymund blinks, jaw dropping. The tone did nothing to appease him. It was too full of incredulity, as if Jack couldn't possibly be that stupid.

His eyebrows drew down, eyes like sharp icicles. I'm sick of it! I'm sick of you! With a wave of his staff he was away, carried on a gale towards the way out, leaving a rather windswept Bunnymund behind.

This was the time of year Bunnymund brought out his reserves. Which meant a special visit had to be paid to his fellow Guardian. A completely selfless and disinterested visit, of course, which had nothing to do with peach liqueur whatsoever.

So on went the coat, and the hat, and out came the portal. The yetis merely huffed through their beards. The elves continued their merry destruction as if nothing had happened.

He landed squarely on his two feet, rubbing his hands together eagerly. He and Bunny would drink and exchange war stories which was Manly Talk for gossip , and generally make merry.

And North would go home pleasantly tipsy. It seemed, however, that that plan was not to come to fruition. He threw open the wooden door of Bunnymund's personal abode, arms spread and belly shaking with laughter.

Bunnymund didn't reply to the taunt at all, which was most uncharacteristic indeed. He frowned, stroking his beard, when he saw his old friend moping at the table, chin on his paw.

He was gazing off into nothing, generally looking miserable. He couldn't really get any less enthusiastic. North's frown deepened, and he removed his coat and hat.

No peach liqueur for him, then. Bunnymund cringed. North sighed. He is proud, you are proud. He is free spirit, confident, you are overprotective smotherer.

You are always butting heads like reindeer in mating season. Love is stubborn. North's snort could have put a bull to shame. The more you are pushing him away, the more he is wanting it.

The more he is wanting you. He wants this, Bunny, he wants you. What is problem? I'm a completely different bloody species! Bunnymund remained silent, bucked teeth chewing his bottom lip.

Of course he wanted him. It had been years, more than he could even count, since he'd felt such a profound need for another creature. Whenever Jack laughed, whenever his eyes twinkled with mischief, whenever he smiled, said his name, rolled his eyes.

When they bickered, when they held each other, when Jack kissed him and he nuzzled back. If it feels right, then it is right. There is no room for being silly in love.

We dance, we kiss, we schmooze, we carry on, we go home happy! And you feel ready. If you are both feeling ready, then time is right.

These things, they come naturally. They fall into place when they must. Logistics are to be figured out along way.

Bunnymund made a face. North actually thinking about such logistics was not a thought he wished to entertain. He was stroking his beard, acting every bit the wise old man.

Bunnymund scoffed slightly. There was a moment of silence as Bunnymund lost himself in thought, and North clapped his hands harshly, like thunder in the kitchen.

Now, where was that peach liqueur…? North gave the cabinet with the solitary bottle a wistful look before sighing. Some king of thieves indeed.

Jack was sulking. That was, of course, nothing new, but the firing ice shards at the cliff face in front of his current perch was a novelty. He should have known Bunnymund wouldn't want him.

They were too different, despite the silly daydreams he'd conjured up about love conquering all, even insurmountable biological differences.

Because Jack didn't care, he didn't care that Bunnymund was a six-foot-something bipedal rabbit. He still found him handsome, still found him attractive.

Clearly that wasn't reciprocated, he thought bitterly, waving his staff. A fresh batch of frozen projectiles hit the rock and shattered with a crash.

Jack glowered down. There he was, at the foot of the tree, looking up with a smirk. He wasn't going to bestow such a foolish question with an answer.

It didn't deserve one. Like he was going anywhere near him, not now, not ever. He yelped when the tree shook and the Wind barely caught him before he hit the ground.

To his irritation, he was deposited in strong, furry arms rather than on the ground. Jack folded his arms, refusing to look at the Pooka in front of him.

He could have kicked himself when he found himself pressing into the touch hungrily. He'd missed it, so much. About this… sex thing.

Because despite what you've been telling yourself, I do want it. I do want you. More than you can imagine. Jack wished he didn't flush frost.

Hell, he wished he didn't flush, period. Or that it was at least a voluntary action, because he couldn't help the slow creep of frost across his cheeks.

He found himself atop a grassy hill in the Warren, although he wasn't sure how he got there. It didn't really matter. He took a seat next to Bunnymund as a warm breeze brushed lazily by, making the longer grass below them shimmer like silk be unfurled.

He took a deep breath of perennial Spring, and chanced a look at the Pooka beside him. In reality, his insides were churning, bubbling like boiling water, and he was nervous to his very core.

Jack scowled. The last thing he wanted right now was to be told off, talked down to like a naughty child. As if he sensed it, he ran a paw through Jack's hair, down to cup his face, warm, rough pads against a smooth cheek.

You're human — well, what was once human — and I'm a Pooka. I don't even come from the same planet. And you, well… you're a hormonal little bugger.

Jack chuckled despite himself, placing a hand on Bunnymund's paw. That much was very, very true. Sometimes… ok, more than sometimes, in fact, pretty often, he could barely keep his head screwed on when it came to Bunnymund.

He'd been frightfully blind in all his self-centred forcefulness. In his desperate need, he'd never even considered that Bunnymund might have his own doubts too.

All he'd thought about was himself, and well, that wasn't what relationships were about, was it? The realisation made his insides squirm again, this time under the hot-cold rain of guilt.

He lowered his gaze, ashamed, but Bunnymund pressed his cold, wet nose to his forehead in comfort. If this were some fair weather thing, I wanted to give you time to come to your senses, before you might do something you regretted.

Ok, Jack hadn't expected that. He glared so sharply that Bunnymund actually recoiled. A small part of him crowed in triumph, but most of him was outraged.

He gave Bunnymund a hard punch to the shoulder and placed his hands on either side of the Pooka's face. Ever," he added, for emphasis. Emphasis was good.

I love you. All those wonderful, sappy things that make everything worth it. It was sort of an awkward position, but it didn't really matter.

We'll figure it out, right? As we go along. We both want it, that's what's important. And quit treating me like a kid. I may hang out with them, but so do you.

I can make my own decisions, and I've made them. I made them a long time ago, Bunny. Jack hummed his confirmation, pulling away from Bunnymund, his hands stroking down to the Pooka's shoulders, combing through thick, velvety fur.

God, he loved it. He pressed his lips to Bunnymund's mouth. You know, I might have a fur fetish. To be honest, Jack had never really thought about the details too much before.

His brain didn't want to entertain problems like that, not when he really, really wanted to come, touching himself to thoughts of Bunnymund fucking him long and hard.

They'd crossed the kissing hurdle pretty quickly, though, despite the fact that Bunnymund had told him it wasn't a part of Pooka culture at all.

Bunnymund could do it, physically, but he wasn't really made for it. And his teeth tended to get in the way, sometimes, if they didn't angle it right… It was hit and miss, really.

They'd always gone more for chinning and nuzzling in general, chinning being the more intimate of the two, and that the time Bunnymund had kissed him in the snow drift had been entirely for Jack's benefit.

However, he didn't seem to have a problem with kissing when Jack wanted, and Jack did want, very much even if he occasionally ended up spitting out fur.

The nuzzling was wonderful, though. Jack liked having Bunnymund's face rubbing against his own, all warm fur, twitchy whiskers and wet nose.

The chinning, well, that was still a little weird, but from what Bunnymund had told him, it was all to do with scent. The idea that Bunnymund had scent-marked him as his own was actually an incredible turn on.

Possessive Bunny was hot. Body-wise… perhaps they were a bit more compatible. Mammals were mammals, after all, even if they did come from beyond the stars.

The thought of having Bunnymund's fur against his naked skin was something that turned him on so much it almost hurt.

The paws… those were a different matter. There was no way they were going anywhere near anywhere important, but Jack had been researching while the Bennett household slept, borrowing Jaime's father's computer and their Wi-Fi, just for a second he sincerely hoped Mrs Bennett didn't check up on her husband's internet history, because otherwise there would be a lot of explaining to do about certain sites….

And he could deal with the preparation part himself. He'd given it a try. It had been weird at first, but he'd gradually relaxed into it, even finding it pleasant.

He hadn't yet found what the site labelled prostate, but that didn't matter. Jack wondered why he was thinking all this right now, of all times.

Perhaps it was better that he mentally went through the motions before they went any further down the slippery slope, before his brain short-circuited and all thought was thrown unceremoniously out the window.

He was already halfway to that state, if his gasps were anything to go by. Bunnymund had his hoodie rucked up and was nipping across his pale chest - he seemed to be into biting, and Jack didn't mind at all — and Jack added that to his list of things that turned him on.

Bunnymund's paws slid beneath the waistband of his pants, but Jack's hands on his wrists stilled him. For a moment he was self-conscious, already hard and short-breathed.

Bunnymund, however, gave him an appreciative look, and didn't that just make Jack's day? What he wouldn't give to be looked at like that all the time.

Bunnymund pressed his face to Jack's stomach, breathing in, whiskers twitching. It was Bunnymund's turn to laugh, a low, throaty chuckle that sent delicious shivers up Jack's spine.

He groaned when a paw wrapped around his erection, circling slowly. He was slowly unravelling like an unhemmed sleeve, and Bunnymund was cool as anything.

Turned tables indeed. Bunnymund sighed, and pulled a small glass bottle from his bandolier. Jack got to his knees, gave Bunnymund a long kiss and took the bottle eagerly.

Ok, he could do this. No need to be embarrassed, after all, first times were weird for everybody… It took him two tries to get the bottle open, he poured too much over his slightly trembling fingers, and he was just ruining everything, wasn't he?

Bunnymund ran a soothing paw down his back, shushing him with a brief nuzzle that turned into a kiss.

Jack hummed into the kiss, finding the courage to reach behind himself and slowly insert a finger.

It stung somewhat, but he persisted, probing deeper, breathing slowly through his nose. Bunnymund's teeth on his shoulder offered a welcome distraction, as did the paws now on his ass.

His other hand gripped the fur on Bunnymund's chest, and slowly began to lose himself to the feeling. He added another finger, panting now, heat spreading through him even as the breaths he let out were cold.

His eyes flickered open, focused and… and took a deep breath. He was going to need more fingers, if that was anything to go by.

Tentatively he ran a finger along Bunnymund's cock, making the Pooka gasp harshly. It was slicker than he imagined, and oh, his imagination had come close, but not close enough in the size department… He licked his lips and added another finger with a moan, scissoring, stretching himself as best he could.

The idea of having Bunnymund in him was, God, it made his head spin. His hand tightened around the Pooka's erection even as he drove his fingers deeper.

Bunnymund's hips began to thrust, shallow, but Jack could feel the latent power in those muscles, and the groan that accompanied it made him laugh breathlessly.

To be the one to get that out of Bunny was extremely satisfying. He sounded as if he was barely holding back. Jack nodded, taking his sweet time in removing his fingers even though he was more than hungry for it.

Letting out a very unlagomorphic growl, Bunnymund pressed him down to the grass, paws returning to his thighs and spreading him, raising him up until his only anchor to the ground was his shoulders.

Jack yelped, which Bunnymund answered with a hoarse chuckle, and slowly drove his way home. Jack scrambled for purchase anywhere, finding only soft, easily torn grass to moor him.

He hadn't been prepared for this, nothing in the world could have prepared him for this: the feeling of being filled, stretched beyond anything his fingers could do, torturously slow.

Bunnymund didn't stop until he was as far he could go, fur pressed against the sensitive skin of Jack's ass, nose quivering.

Jack gasped for breath, unable to think of anything but Bunnymund, inside him, deep as he could be, almost too much.

At first Jack's body seemed to sag in relief, thankful for the respite from intrusion, but then Bunnymund thrust back in, deep as before, and all Jack could do was dig in fingers into the earth as he moaned, shock and pleasure mingling into one within him.

Jack moaned again, opening his eyes. Bunnymund really didn't need telling twice. It was sudden, powerful and rough, and Bunnymund easily found a rhythm he kept to like clockwork.

Hard, fast, pounding moan after moan from Jack's lips. He reached for the Pooka, anything to hold onto as he felt torn apart by it, and Bunnymund accepted it, raking his teeth down Jack's chest as fingers dug into his fur, tugging just enough to add a frisson of pleasant pain.

As long as he didn't pull the ears, it was fine. Jack's whole world, his entire consciousness, shrank to them, and only them. The rest of reality ceased to exist, and there were only he and Bunnymund, joined together, and the pleasure driving him mad.

Bunnymund's hips were like pistons, and his pace never faltered once, hammering into Jack as if it was the only thing he'd ever needed.

He barely made a sound, only shallow gasps and the occasional grunt, but Jack more than made up for it.

Sex made him noisy, it seemed, letting out a plethora of moans, gasps and groans that only made Bunny drive into him harder.

He writhed, head thrown back while his finger dug into the thick fur at Bunnymund's back. He'd never wanted anything more than this in his entire life.

The feeling of being pounded into, filled over and over… It really was too much. Something in him was being tightened, tightened to snapping point, and he strove towards it, needing it so much he thought he would fall apart, reaching for it with open arms.

Aftershock rippled through him, but Bunnymund left no room to come down. His hips slowed, but didn't stop, and he smirked. Jack opened his eyes, and his expression could be accurately described as a perfect cross between 'are you fucking kidding me?

Bunnymund leaned forward, nuzzling at Jack's neck, one paw still tight on his thigh as the other slid under the small of his back.

Two more rounds later — Bunnymund was true to his word — and all Jack could do was pant, not even enough strength in him to moan anymore.

His arms were thrown over his head in boneless disarray, wrung out like a wet cloth. His chest heaved, eyes half-closed and mouth half-open around wet, cold breath and the occasional, sore-throated whine.

He'd given up after his third orgasm — or was it his fourth? And finally it seemed Bunnymund had reached his closing peak.

His shoulders were stiff, his head bent, his paws trembling on Jack's thighs, and finally his pounding hips jerked to a halt, so deep inside Jack couldn't help one last cry.

Bunnymund groaned, guttural, primal and deep as he emptied himself, hot and slick, and even after being stripped to nothing but quivering nerves, Jack's cock still found it in it to twitch with half-hearted interest.

The joys of teenage hormones. Bunnymund pressed his face under Jack's chin, panting heavily, breath hot, and Jack just about managed to find the strength to raise a hand and scratch behind a sensitive ear.

Bunnymund hummed, pressing up into it. He winced when Bunnymund pulled out. That sensation wasn't very pleasant at all. Jack gave him as incredulous a look as he could muster when all his muscles felt like jelly due to sheer satisfied exhaustion.

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Tea… well, tea didn't sound so bad to his still roiling stomach. She nodded with an indulgent smile and led the way to what Jack supposed was her living room.

He'd always like the Arabian Nights feel to the place, with the fluttery, sheer drapery and the cushions thrown across the floor, and the low, white wood table.

He sat, cross-legged, staff abandoned by his side, and patiently waited. It didn't take long for Toothiana to return through a beaded curtain with a tray: a dainty china cup of steaming tea for herself no sugar , and a tall glass for Jack, moisture dripping down the side.

Jack tried to shrink in on himself, and he was thoroughly glad he hadn't chose to take a sip of his drink. He really was that obvious.

Jack made a face. In the history of the universe. He prayed she would never use that word in his presence ever again.

Which obviously has nothing to do with mating rituals. It doesn't exactly make for polite conversation, you understand. Jack groaned, rubbing a hand down his face.

I just… haven't you any clues? Jack lowered his eyes to his glass, gaze chasing the few remaining drops. What was he worried about?

How could he explain it without looking like a fool? He doesn't want to have sex with me. Every time I try to initiate, he backs off, darts away, and I'm left chasing him.

What if he doesn't want me? What if we're just too different? What if to him love and sex are two different things?

What if…. Toothiana's eyes were full of concern, her hand on her feathery chest in worry. He shook his head. He probably just wants it to be special or something.

He's a romantic at heart, really. Jack did not want to know how Toothiana knew that. He doused the flames of jealousy in his chest with a sip of his tea, and she giggled.

Jack spluttered into his glass, and she giggled again. It's because he cares about you so much. That's just Bunny. Three days he'd spent working instead of lounging in his tree, wallowing in his misery.

It was good to work, getting his mind of his permanent state of "take me now! He was particularly proud of the very unnatural snow he'd powdered Copenhagen with.

Screwing with meteorologists' heads was the best part of the job, sometimes, even more than all the children's smiles.

But the best part had been when he'd been standing on a lamppost, surveying his good work, and a little girl, no older than seven, gaps in her teeth and hair tucked messily under a pink sparkly bobble hat, had pointed at him.

Oh, he'd never admit it to anyone, but he'd cried. One more believer, one more, wonderful believer. He could feel her, deep inside, in his heart, a profound, beautiful warmth he'd carried with him all the way home.

He was sure whatever he touched would melt instead of freeze. Still on his new believer high, he dashed down into the Warren in search of the one he wanted to tell first.

He found the Pooka in what looked like a vegetable garden, and once again the vastness and amount of things in the Warren never ceased to amaze him.

He alighted on the fence, dipping into a crouch, and gave Bunnymund the widest grin he'd ever given anyone. G'day," Bunnymund said drolly, ceasing his weeding to offer a slightly puzzled smile in return.

The boy looked ready to burst, so Bunnymund straightened. Bad idea. Jack launched himself at the rabbit with a loud whoop, landing them in the cabbages as he snuggled into warm, grey fur.

Bunnymund laughed and offered his applause. Jack counted them on his fingers. No, wait. He sounded so proud that Bunnymund couldn't help but smile indulgently and cup his cheek.

Jack shook his head. A little girl from Denmark! She pointed at me , Bunny. She pointed at me and called me Jokul Frosti!

Giddy as a schoolboy, he burrowed back into Bunnymund's chest, still laughing. He couldn't help it. This was child an ocean away with no connection to Jaime or any other of the kids of Burgess.

This was… this was huge, incredible, and suddenly Jack felt not only very big, but also very small. The world was immense, and there were millions of children out there.

He sucked in a breath and blew it out again. He had his work cut out for him. Jack was drawn back to the present by that, and he looked up.

His expression turned sly as a fox's, and he ran his hands down Bunnymund's sides with clear intent.

Bunnymund's paws stuttered on his back, as if they weren't quite sure what to do. The rabbit's ears twitched, his eyebrows drawing together.

He sounded… desperate? But Jack couldn't really tell. All he knew was that his frustration, both sexual and not, was bubbling up to the surface.

Scowling, he backed off Bunnymund, getting to his feet. Bunnymund straightened up himself, watching Jack pick up and shoulder his staff with a frown.

Bunnymund blinks, jaw dropping. The tone did nothing to appease him. It was too full of incredulity, as if Jack couldn't possibly be that stupid.

His eyebrows drew down, eyes like sharp icicles. I'm sick of it! I'm sick of you! With a wave of his staff he was away, carried on a gale towards the way out, leaving a rather windswept Bunnymund behind.

This was the time of year Bunnymund brought out his reserves. Which meant a special visit had to be paid to his fellow Guardian. A completely selfless and disinterested visit, of course, which had nothing to do with peach liqueur whatsoever.

So on went the coat, and the hat, and out came the portal. The yetis merely huffed through their beards. The elves continued their merry destruction as if nothing had happened.

He landed squarely on his two feet, rubbing his hands together eagerly. He and Bunny would drink and exchange war stories which was Manly Talk for gossip , and generally make merry.

And North would go home pleasantly tipsy. It seemed, however, that that plan was not to come to fruition.

He threw open the wooden door of Bunnymund's personal abode, arms spread and belly shaking with laughter. Bunnymund didn't reply to the taunt at all, which was most uncharacteristic indeed.

He frowned, stroking his beard, when he saw his old friend moping at the table, chin on his paw. He was gazing off into nothing, generally looking miserable.

He couldn't really get any less enthusiastic. North's frown deepened, and he removed his coat and hat. No peach liqueur for him, then.

Bunnymund cringed. North sighed. He is proud, you are proud. He is free spirit, confident, you are overprotective smotherer.

You are always butting heads like reindeer in mating season. Love is stubborn. North's snort could have put a bull to shame. The more you are pushing him away, the more he is wanting it.

The more he is wanting you. He wants this, Bunny, he wants you. What is problem? I'm a completely different bloody species!

Bunnymund remained silent, bucked teeth chewing his bottom lip. Of course he wanted him. It had been years, more than he could even count, since he'd felt such a profound need for another creature.

Whenever Jack laughed, whenever his eyes twinkled with mischief, whenever he smiled, said his name, rolled his eyes. When they bickered, when they held each other, when Jack kissed him and he nuzzled back.

If it feels right, then it is right. There is no room for being silly in love. We dance, we kiss, we schmooze, we carry on, we go home happy!

And you feel ready. If you are both feeling ready, then time is right. These things, they come naturally. They fall into place when they must. Logistics are to be figured out along way.

Bunnymund made a face. North actually thinking about such logistics was not a thought he wished to entertain. He was stroking his beard, acting every bit the wise old man.

Bunnymund scoffed slightly. There was a moment of silence as Bunnymund lost himself in thought, and North clapped his hands harshly, like thunder in the kitchen.

Now, where was that peach liqueur…? North gave the cabinet with the solitary bottle a wistful look before sighing. Some king of thieves indeed.

Jack was sulking. That was, of course, nothing new, but the firing ice shards at the cliff face in front of his current perch was a novelty.

He should have known Bunnymund wouldn't want him. They were too different, despite the silly daydreams he'd conjured up about love conquering all, even insurmountable biological differences.

Because Jack didn't care, he didn't care that Bunnymund was a six-foot-something bipedal rabbit. He still found him handsome, still found him attractive.

Clearly that wasn't reciprocated, he thought bitterly, waving his staff. A fresh batch of frozen projectiles hit the rock and shattered with a crash.

Jack glowered down. There he was, at the foot of the tree, looking up with a smirk. He wasn't going to bestow such a foolish question with an answer.

It didn't deserve one. Like he was going anywhere near him, not now, not ever. He yelped when the tree shook and the Wind barely caught him before he hit the ground.

To his irritation, he was deposited in strong, furry arms rather than on the ground. Jack folded his arms, refusing to look at the Pooka in front of him.

He could have kicked himself when he found himself pressing into the touch hungrily. He'd missed it, so much.

About this… sex thing. Because despite what you've been telling yourself, I do want it. I do want you.

More than you can imagine. Jack wished he didn't flush frost. Hell, he wished he didn't flush, period. Or that it was at least a voluntary action, because he couldn't help the slow creep of frost across his cheeks.

He found himself atop a grassy hill in the Warren, although he wasn't sure how he got there. It didn't really matter.

He took a seat next to Bunnymund as a warm breeze brushed lazily by, making the longer grass below them shimmer like silk be unfurled.

He took a deep breath of perennial Spring, and chanced a look at the Pooka beside him. In reality, his insides were churning, bubbling like boiling water, and he was nervous to his very core.

Jack scowled. The last thing he wanted right now was to be told off, talked down to like a naughty child.

As if he sensed it, he ran a paw through Jack's hair, down to cup his face, warm, rough pads against a smooth cheek. You're human — well, what was once human — and I'm a Pooka.

I don't even come from the same planet. And you, well… you're a hormonal little bugger. Jack chuckled despite himself, placing a hand on Bunnymund's paw.

That much was very, very true. Sometimes… ok, more than sometimes, in fact, pretty often, he could barely keep his head screwed on when it came to Bunnymund.

He'd been frightfully blind in all his self-centred forcefulness. In his desperate need, he'd never even considered that Bunnymund might have his own doubts too.

All he'd thought about was himself, and well, that wasn't what relationships were about, was it? The realisation made his insides squirm again, this time under the hot-cold rain of guilt.

He lowered his gaze, ashamed, but Bunnymund pressed his cold, wet nose to his forehead in comfort. If this were some fair weather thing, I wanted to give you time to come to your senses, before you might do something you regretted.

Ok, Jack hadn't expected that. He glared so sharply that Bunnymund actually recoiled. A small part of him crowed in triumph, but most of him was outraged.

He gave Bunnymund a hard punch to the shoulder and placed his hands on either side of the Pooka's face.

Ever," he added, for emphasis. Emphasis was good. I love you. All those wonderful, sappy things that make everything worth it.

It was sort of an awkward position, but it didn't really matter. We'll figure it out, right? As we go along. We both want it, that's what's important.

And quit treating me like a kid. I may hang out with them, but so do you. I can make my own decisions, and I've made them.

I made them a long time ago, Bunny. Jack hummed his confirmation, pulling away from Bunnymund, his hands stroking down to the Pooka's shoulders, combing through thick, velvety fur.

God, he loved it. He pressed his lips to Bunnymund's mouth. You know, I might have a fur fetish. To be honest, Jack had never really thought about the details too much before.

His brain didn't want to entertain problems like that, not when he really, really wanted to come, touching himself to thoughts of Bunnymund fucking him long and hard.

They'd crossed the kissing hurdle pretty quickly, though, despite the fact that Bunnymund had told him it wasn't a part of Pooka culture at all.

Bunnymund could do it, physically, but he wasn't really made for it. And his teeth tended to get in the way, sometimes, if they didn't angle it right… It was hit and miss, really.

They'd always gone more for chinning and nuzzling in general, chinning being the more intimate of the two, and that the time Bunnymund had kissed him in the snow drift had been entirely for Jack's benefit.

However, he didn't seem to have a problem with kissing when Jack wanted, and Jack did want, very much even if he occasionally ended up spitting out fur.

The nuzzling was wonderful, though. Jack liked having Bunnymund's face rubbing against his own, all warm fur, twitchy whiskers and wet nose.

The chinning, well, that was still a little weird, but from what Bunnymund had told him, it was all to do with scent. The idea that Bunnymund had scent-marked him as his own was actually an incredible turn on.

Possessive Bunny was hot. Body-wise… perhaps they were a bit more compatible. Mammals were mammals, after all, even if they did come from beyond the stars.

The thought of having Bunnymund's fur against his naked skin was something that turned him on so much it almost hurt.

The paws… those were a different matter. There was no way they were going anywhere near anywhere important, but Jack had been researching while the Bennett household slept, borrowing Jaime's father's computer and their Wi-Fi, just for a second he sincerely hoped Mrs Bennett didn't check up on her husband's internet history, because otherwise there would be a lot of explaining to do about certain sites….

And he could deal with the preparation part himself. He'd given it a try. It had been weird at first, but he'd gradually relaxed into it, even finding it pleasant.

He hadn't yet found what the site labelled prostate, but that didn't matter. Jack wondered why he was thinking all this right now, of all times.

Perhaps it was better that he mentally went through the motions before they went any further down the slippery slope, before his brain short-circuited and all thought was thrown unceremoniously out the window.

He was already halfway to that state, if his gasps were anything to go by. Bunnymund had his hoodie rucked up and was nipping across his pale chest - he seemed to be into biting, and Jack didn't mind at all — and Jack added that to his list of things that turned him on.

Bunnymund's paws slid beneath the waistband of his pants, but Jack's hands on his wrists stilled him. For a moment he was self-conscious, already hard and short-breathed.

Bunnymund, however, gave him an appreciative look, and didn't that just make Jack's day? What he wouldn't give to be looked at like that all the time.

Bunnymund pressed his face to Jack's stomach, breathing in, whiskers twitching. It was Bunnymund's turn to laugh, a low, throaty chuckle that sent delicious shivers up Jack's spine.

He groaned when a paw wrapped around his erection, circling slowly. He was slowly unravelling like an unhemmed sleeve, and Bunnymund was cool as anything.

Jack tries to intervene, but Pitch aims a bow at Sandy, who is overwhelmed and disappears. With the unexpected aid of Jamie's little sister, Sophie, they begin the process of painting eggs for Easter.

After Jack takes Sophie home, he is lured to Pitch's lair by a voice. Pitch taunts him with his memories and fear of non-belief, distracting him long enough for Pitch to destroy the eggs, causing children to stop believing in Easter and Bunny.

With the Guardians' trust in him lost, a shamed Jack isolates himself in Antarctica , where Pitch tries to convince him to join his side.

When Jack refuses, Pitch threatens to kill Baby Tooth unless Jack gives him his staff, the source of his magic.

He agrees, but Pitch breaks Jack's staff and throws him down a chasm. Unlocking his memories inside his tooth, he learns that he was a mortal teenager who fell to his death in the frozen pond while saving his younger sister.

Inspired, Jack repairs his staff and returns to the lair to rescue the kidnapped baby fairies. Due to Pitch, every child in the world except Jamie disbelieves, drastically weakening the Guardians.

Finding Jamie's belief wavering, Jack makes it snow in his room, renewing Jamie's belief and letting him become the first person to ever believe in and see Jack.

They gather the boy's friends, whose renewed belief bolsters their fight against Pitch. He threatens them, but their dreams prove stronger than his nightmares, resulting in Sandy's resurrection and the Guardians reuniting.

Defeated and no longer believed in, Pitch tries to retreat, but his nightmares, sensing his own fears, turn on him and drag him to the underworld.

Afterward, Jamie and his friends bid goodbye to the Guardians as Jack accepts his place as the Guardian of Fun. Early in , Joyce sold the film rights to DreamWorks Animation, [18] after the studio assured him it would respect his vision for the characters and that he would be involved with the creative process.

Present almost from the beginning, [22] he was able to help shape the story, character design, theme and structure of the film.

Roger Deakins , the cinematographer who had already worked on the previous DreamWorks' film, How to Train Your Dragon , advised on the lighting to achieve its real look.

He selected photographic references for color keys, and during the production gave notes on contrast, saturation, depth of field and light intensity.

OpenVDB had been already used on Puss in Boots and Madagascar 3: Europe's Most Wanted , and was released in August for free as an open-source project with a hope to become an industry standard.

Although the film is based on the Joyce's book series, it contains differences from the books. The book series, begun in , explains the origins of the characters, while the film takes place about years after the books, and shows how the characters function in present time.

Joyce explained, "Because I don't want people to read the book and then go see the movie and go, 'Oh, I like the book better,' and I also didn't want them to know what happens in the movie.

And I also knew that during the progress of film production, a lot of things can change. So I wanted to have a sort of distance, so we were able to invoke the books and use them to help us figure out the world of the movie, but I didn't want them to be openly competitive to each other.

Originally, the film was set to be released on November 2, , but DreamWorks Animation pushed the film to November 21, to avoid competition with Pixar 's upcoming film Monsters University , which in turn had been pushed to November 2, to avoid competition with The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn — Part 2.

That was the last DreamWorks Animation home media release to be distributed by Paramount Home Entertainment , since 20th Century Fox announced its distribution agreement with DreamWorks Animation a few months before the theatrical release.

It was re-released on DVD on November 5, and comes with a wind-up marching elf toy. As of October , 5.

The website's critical consensus reads: "A sort of Avengers for the elementary school set, Rise of the Guardians is wonderfully animated and briskly paced, but it's only so-so in the storytelling department.

Carrie Rickey of The Philadelphia Inquirer gave the film three-and-a-half out of four stars and found the film's characters to have "a primal familiarity, as though they were developed by a tag team of Maurice Sendak and Walt Disney.

For child or adult, this is a fantasy to get lost in. That's the message of Rise of the Guardians , a charming if slightly dark and cobwebbed animated feature about how believing in something makes it real, or real enough.

It's not me. I gather younger children will like the breakneck action, the magical ability to fly and the young hero who has tired of only being a name.

Todd McCarthy of The Hollywood Reporter called the film "a lively but derivative 3D storybook spree for some unlikely action heroes.

A video game based on the film was released by D3 Publisher on November 20, in North America, [63] and released on November 23, in Europe.

The player can switch between all five guardians at any time, and freely customize their powers, and they learn new special abilities as they level up.

All the game versions support up to 4-player gameplay. After the release of the film, the creators of Rise of the Guardians expressed hope that the strong A Cinemascore average for the film and an enthusiastic word-of-mouth would gather support for the "chance to make a sequel or two.

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