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This is my first story, and it is a Rise of the Guardians Fanfic between Jack Frost and Pitch Black! (OTP) This is rated M for mature content, but there will also be some emotional points in the story. You have been warned.

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Chapter 1: Sweet Dream or Beautiful Nightmare?

Jack rolled onto his side on the thick tree branch. This was the third time this week he hadn't been able to sleep, but merely snooze. He curled into a ball and gripped his staff, trying to get the images out of his head.

Jack . . . oh, sweet Jack . . .

The low British voice in his head whispered. Jack shut his eyes and balled his fists. He couldn't see anything except the bright golden eyes above him, and warm grey hands gently touching his shoulders.

Look at me Jack . . . I want you to see me . . .

The dark, seductive voice begged Jack, but he didn't dare to open his eyes. He was afraid of what he might see. Jack felt pressure pushing gently against his stomach, as if one of the man's hands was there, the other hand cupping his face to look up. The blood in his cold body started to rush to his lower region, feeling as if his pants were tightening around him. The hand on his stomach trailed down to his half erect member.

Believe in me, Jack . . .

The man's fingertips grazed him through his pants and Jack shot his eyes open to stop the man. He sat up and saw nothing. He hadn't noticed how loud his heart was thumping or the bead of sweat forming near his snow-white hair. Just another nightmare, he thought, trying to calm down. Jack rubbed his eyes. It was still pretty early – maybe he could go visit Bunnymund and help with some eggs. He never thought he'd want to do that.

Pushing himself off the branch, he soared into the winter sky to the Warren, away from his sleepless hideout.

Pitch watched the boy fly off through the trees. He desperately wanted to be with Jack, but along with the spirit flying off to various places throughout the day and tending to his duties as the Boogeyman at night, he couldn't follow. It upset Pitch that he could only communicate with him through his dreams, but how else could he? Pitch didn't want to scare the boy too quickly by approaching him physically, and therefore could only visit him in his nightmares as a stranger.

"Follow him. Make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble," he ordered his black mare. She took off, a stream a black sand trailing behind her. Pitch smiled. The winter spirit not getting into trouble? He might be a bit overprotective over the boy. He was there when Jack came out of the ice, for Moon's sake! He hadn't felt this soft-hearted since before he became a guardian. Pitch grunted happily and walked to the closest shadow leading to the nearest town to do what he does best.

Jack landed on a soft green patch on a rock, trying to find Bunnymund, but he was nowhere in sight. He hopped to another rock across a pink river and continued to search. He heard the quiet swoosh of a boomerang behind him and turned to zap it down with his frost. Bulls-eye!

"At least knock before you enter someone's home!" the angry rabbit yelled from across the open field. "Whaddya want, Jack?" Bunnymund went to go find the frozen boomerang while Jack spoke from the top of the rock.

"I wanted to paint some eggs. It's over there, by the way," Jack pointed behind him and sat down. "Is that a reason to get so worked up?"

"It's not even close to Easter, you've never wanted to just paint eggs, and what's the real reason you're here?" Bunnymund hopped to his weapon and brought it to where Jack sat so they could talk without shouting.

"Ok, Bunny, you got me. I had another weird dream and I just want to take my mind off of it," Jack twirled his staff in his hands, remembering what he felt.

"Well, none of the eggs are ready for painting yet, mate. Sorry, but you're on your own." Jack shoved his hands in the front pocket of his blue hoodie.

"Ok, thanks anyway. Catch ya later, kangaroo!" Jack hurriedly used the wind to push him high into the air before Bunnymund's half thawed boomerang could catch him.

The wind took Jack high above the clouds and let him hover in midair. Maybe I could go freeze some stuff and freak out some birds, Jack thought, but decided against it. He couldn't get those eyes out of his head. They were too distracting. Almost as if he could get lost just by looking at them. He touched the place the hand on his stomach had been; it's the same place every time – just over his navel. Did he already miss the touch of the mysterious man in his dreams? No way, Jack thought . . . Maybe? Jack could feel his face warm up, turning a light shade of pink. No! He knew absolutely nothing about the grey man. He only knew his eyes, his hands, and his voice. His breath hitched. That voice. The only thing he could hear in his dreams other than his fast-beating heart. The man's touch he might miss, but Jack wanted to hear that erotic voice again.

Without a second decision, he followed the strong wind to the tree in the forest in hopes of finding that man again.

Hello Again!

So this was just the first chapter. I apologize if it was too short. I'll fix them as I write more.

I don't know how many chapters this will be, but I'm hoping a lot! ^u^

The title of this chapter: yes it is music lyrics, but I think it fits the chapter.

Update will be soon, I promise!

Thanks a Bunches!