He could feel the heat pressed to his lips before he awoke. He'd forgotten what warmth felt like, because all he knew was ice and snow. The sensation spread through his lips, over his tongue. Jack let out a tiny moan as he sought more of that heat, fingers grasping for it.

The heat touched him lower, just above his waist. His body arched into the smooth warmth that was now sliding up under his hoodie and gliding over his hairless chest.

Jack's eyes opened, fluttering in confusion. Not a single beam of light could be found. He saw only darkness; pitch black darkness.

"Awake now?" a familiar voice growled, softly in his ear.

Jack moaned as the voice seemed to breathe fire over his skin, making him writhe from the sensation.

"Pitch?" Jack called out in confusion.

No, this was a dream. Pitch was banished, or hiding, lost somewhere after the Guardians had defeated him… he couldn't be here.

Jack felt a wetness suckling at his earlobe, startling him when he felt sharp teeth nipping at his ear before trailing lower. He shivered when he felt those pointed fangs scraping across his neck.

"Yes…" Pitch whispered through the darkness, lips moving against Jack's pale skin.

Jack's body arched when he felt the Boogeyman licking his throat, a soft and velvety tongue tracing over his Adams apple. He was reminded of the heat on his chest as it slid down his side to rest at the small of his back.

"No…" Jack whispered.

His hands moved to the body pinning him down, over sharp shoulders and along a slender neck. His fingers buried themselves into dark silky locks, fingernails scraping over the Boogeyman's scalp. He moved one hand blindly to the unseen male's jawline.

"Are you afraid?"

Pitch leaned back, just enough so that his face wasn't nestled against Jack's neck. The hand on his jaw moved over his mouth. Pitch unthinkingly kissed the hand, leaning into the touch.

"This is a dream," Jack answered.

Pitch chuckled. His tongue darted out across Jack's hand, licking his palm in a slow and sensual fashion. Jack recoiled, fearing the heat that seemed to burn him wherever Pitch touched. It was slowly driving him mad with an intense desire he couldn't name.

"What are you doing to me?" he whispered.

Pitch silenced him with a kiss, and Jack was nearly overwhelmed with that strange sensation that seemed to pool in his abdomen. He shivered as a slippery appendage forced itself between his lips, and again he moaned as the heat spread throughout his lips and across his tongue.

Jack could feel Pitch smiling against his mouth, seeming amused by Jack's reactions. His tongue tickled the roof of the frost boy's mouth, and he withdrew when Jack shivered violently.

"Never been kissed before?" Pitch hissed with delight, pressing his body down into Jack's. "So pure and innocent…"

The hand on his back twitched, making Jack jump when he felt pointed claws tickling his skin. Pitch rose, and drew Jack up with him. The young Guardian made a sound of surprise as he was lifted higher, feeling air whisk past his cheeks. It was so dark he couldn't see where they were, or where they were going.

Pitch held him close the entire time as they seemed to glide along twists and turns, never once pausing in his haste. Jack was clinging to the fearsome being as though he were in a daze. It took him a moment to realize they were going downwards, going deeper and deeper. He wanted to ask where, but he kept silent.

Finally, they halted all movement. Pitch gently lowered Jack down onto something soft and silky smooth. Jack's fingers splayed across the fabric beneath him, trying to decipher its identity through touch. It didn't take him long to figure out the cloth was silk sheets, and he was laying on a bed.

"Where am I?" he asked, reaching his hands out again.

He wasn't sure why he felt so calm and trusting about all this. Perhaps it was because he was still certain this was a dream. Perhaps the heat he felt earlier was clouding his mind? He didn't know.

Pitch grabbed Jack's outstretched hands, sliding to the bend of his wrists and pulling the frost boy up onto his knees. Again, Pitch kissed the palm of his hand. The action seemed so tender, so loving, so out of place.

"You're with me," Pitch answered quietly. "In my dwelling."

Jack sighed when Pitch placed the boy's hands on his face, allowing Jack to feel his facial features through touch. Cold digits wandered over smooth cheeks, slightly parted lips, up into his hairline. Jack enjoyed the way Pitch's hair felt, soft and clean beneath his fingertips.

He lightly pulled at the dark strands, tugging Pitch down on top of him. The older male growled softly at his actions, but he did as Jack wanted. The bed creaked in protest to the added weight as Pitch sank to his knees in front of Jack, still towering over him even now.

Jack felt those clawed hands sliding over his skin again, up under his hoodie and cradling his back as Pitch pulled him into a kiss. Jack was helpless in his grasp. His hands clenched into fists as his mouth was plundered, succumbing to the burning kiss that was stealing away his icy breath.

Pitch's mouth seemed hungry and desperate as he groaned into Jack's mouth, his tongue prodding Jack's in hopes to ignite the young Guardian's own desire. When Jack gripped at his cloak and whimpered into the fiery kiss, Pitch finally allowed the younger male to breathe.

"You make me feel hot," Jack stated simply, their lips still touching.

He heard Pitch laugh, a thunderous and playful rumble that made Jack's cheeks feel warm.

"I'm sure I'll make you feel more than just temperatures, Jack," Pitch whispered menacingly, and for a moment Jack felt a spark of fear.

One of Pitch's hands slid down until he was groping Jack's rear and forcing their bodies together. Jack gasped from it, liking the way it felt and maneuvering his body to gain more of the sensual touch. Pitch held his body close as he pulled Jack up onto his lap with the boy straddling him.

Jack felt those hands touching him again, claws lightly dragging over his sides and making his breathing hitch in his throat. They trailed up over his back and shoulder blades, back down to the hem of his hoodie. He felt it being tugged up his torso, until Pitch was forcing the blue jacket up over his head and off to the side.

Pitch's hands were on him again in an instant, given free reign now that he was partially naked. Jack's first instinct was to curl up and shield himself, but Pitch would allow no such thing. The Boogeyman pressed his face into Jack's collarbone, inhaling his scent as his hands roamed over the boy's smooth and chilled skin.

"Such a perfect thing…" Pitch whispered lovingly.

The stinging warmth returned in Jack's cheeks. As Pitch continued to feel his upper body, he felt that burning heat building in his loins. He unconsciously rolled his hips up against Pitch's body, causing a startling realization.

He was terribly hard down there. The mere idea of it was frightening; was it normal? It couldn't be. The heat was making him this way. But he couldn't ignore it now. He shifted against the other male, more noticeably this time as he ground his hips up against Pitch's stomach.

Pitch chuckled at his actions. His hands grabbed Jack's hips and he forced the boy down harder. Jack nearly screamed from the heat the friction caused. He clung to Pitch helplessly as the action was repeated again and again, bucking voluntarily.

"You're so precious, Jack," Pitch cooed, halting his movements.

Jack was panting, still wanting to hump against the Boogeyman. He needed something to happen. Whatever this was, it felt absolutely thrilling.

"More…" he begged.

Pitch smirked. Jack gazed up at him, unseeing in this darkness, but he knew Pitch could see him. Pitch leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss, sucking the cold frost into his mouth and causing warmth to spread into Jack's. When he pulled away, Jack felt fingers tracing his lips.

"Anything for you…" Pitch answered sweetly.