Accidentally in love (mxm)

Chapter 4

Shocked and disgusted, Pitch finally managed to push the boy off, shoving him roughly to the side.

"Get off me before I break every bone in your body!" he snarled furiously, wiping his cold lips with the back of his hand.

"Oh, you flirt!" Frost giggled, booping Pitch's nose and leaving a cool tingle behind.

Pitch didn't know what to do or say to that. No one had ever behaved in such a ridiculous, nonsensical fashion before. What had that potion done?!
Before Pitch managed to come to any logical conclusion as to what may be wrong with Frost, this one came incredibly close again and attempted to kiss him again.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Pitch snapped, trying to back away from him, but Frost just kept coming closer.

"I want to kiss you, silly, so hold still!" Frost laughed, pouncing on top of him again.

"Get off me!" Pitch yelled angrily, slapping his hand across the boy's face with far greater strength than intended, effectively stopping him from coming closer.

Frost gasped, reaching up to touch his cheek with his hand. "But... But..." he gave Pitch such a hurt look it nearly made him feel sorry. Especially because he suddenly saw tears welling up in the usually so fierce boy. What was happening here? Frost could take a slap - Pitch had inflicted far worse in him without the boy turning into a whimpering nuisance.

"But I love you, Pitch. Don't you love me too?" Frost's voice broke more with every word.

Pitch felt his skin crawling at the words. It was a love potion.
And he had just caused Frost to fall in love with him.
What had he done?!
What had Tooth been thinking by making a potion like that?! Had they intended to get him to fall in love with someone?!
The mere thought made him want to puke up blood.

"Pitch?" Frost's whimpering pulled him out of his dazed state. "Don't you love me?"

Pitch stared at him, bewildered. What kind of a question was that? He was Pitch Black, he hated everything and everyone - especially Frost. Who should really know that.
Except he was under a spell... A spell that had caused him to fall in love with Pitch: the last person anyone in the world would ever love.
What was he supposed to do?
Pitch took a shaky breath, trying to get his jumbled thoughts back in order. The same thing he would do if he weren't under a spell: kill him. Yes. Of course. Kill him. What else.

"Pitch?" Frost asked again, crawling a little closer, and giving him another one of those heartbroken, confused looks that made Pitch's insides churn uncomfortably.
"Don't you love me?"

Pitch swallowed drily. He wanted him to stop. He needed him to stop. He needed him to stop crying, and being pathetic, and hurt, and looking at him like that, and trying to kiss him and, and, and...

"Yes, I love you," Pitch muttered awkwardly, simply to get him to stop so that he could kill him in peace. He needed to concentrate. Even if Frost didn't defend himself, it would still require a tremendous amount of power to destroy him.

"Oh, I knew it!" Frost squealed happily, pouncing on him again.

"No, wait," Pitch tried to shove him off again, a little gentler this time, but Frost wasn't having it.

"I knew we were meant to be! Oh, we'll be together forever!" Frost laughed in delight, wrapping his arms so tightly around Pitch's neck that it was painful.

"Wait, Frost." Pitch tried to pry him off, only managing to push him back a few inches. Very bad idea.

Frost used the opportunity to press their lips together again in a forceful kiss that Pitch didn't know how to defend himself against.
Weakly, he tried to push Frost's body away, but the boy simply leaned further down, pressing Pitch against the frozen ground.
Why wasn't he trying harder to free himself?
There were a million things he could do to get rid of Frost, including killing him, which was really something he should be doing, but somehow none of those things were coming to his mind right now.
All he could think of was the fact that someone was kissing him.
It's not as if he didn't know what kissing was or what it meant - he had seen humans doing it thousands of times - but he wasn't human; he didn't kiss. The thought hadn't even occurred to him. Why would it? It wasn't an option for him any more than breathing underwater, so there was really no point in thinking about such things.
Except someone was kissing him right here and now. And it felt unlike anything he had ever experienced before.