White snow, cold air, and a frozen lake. Pitch stood on the hill overlooking it all with a plain expression on his face and a mild glint of impression in his eyes. It was a wonder that Jack Frost, such a young spirit, was able to conjure up such beauty with such an irresposible personality. Loud and defiant, Jack was merely a teenager when he became what he is today and yet he was so good at his job. Pitch really was a little impressed with that. And what a lucky boy, slowly getting children to believe in him unlike some lesser spirits.

Pitch would never admit that he was also a bit envious of Jack; somehow people would know of the Boogeyman but no one really believed in him right? Whereas, Jack could prove his existence and children would believe in him and just like that, the world could see him. It had been that way with every Guardian. It was truly unfair to the rest of the spirits. Pitch scowled at the empty air, angry that no one may ever believe in him, despite his importance in children's lives.

"I'm important too, aren't I? People would be so much more stupid had they not known fear. Why is it that no one understands this. "

POW! Pitch looked around, confused as to where the 'attack' came from.

"Hey, Senior!" Pitch spun around, glaring daggers at Jack as he leaned against a nearby tree. He wiped the remainder of snowball from his hair and clentched his fists. "People might start thinking you're crazy if you talk to yourself like that." Jack was amused. What a cheeky little brat.

"To whom do I owe the displeasure of seeing you?" Golden eyes narrowed.

"C'mon, Pitch, lighten up. Why don't we have some fun?" With a devious smirk he made another snowball, throwing it quickly and laughing as it hit Pitch directly in the face.

"Why, you little-!" The older man growled, grabbing a handful of snow, forming a ball before throwing it back at the boy.

"Ha-ha! That's it! This is fun right? C'mon, Pitch gimme your best shot!" Jack threw his own snowballs back and their fight continued. Jack was laughing and Pitch's malicious intent melting away as snow was thrown. Pitch didn't quite understand why he was 'playing' with Jack, and he would've felt sickened by it if he wasn't enjoying himself more than he'd like to admit.

He eventually tackled Jack, both of them rolling down the hill and gathering snow on their backs. As they stopped, Pitch had Jack pinned. For a moment he felt victory before realizing that they'd landed in such a scandalous position. His eyes were wide and his mouth had slightly opened. Jack stared, letting out a small chuckle at Pitch's shock. Finding the situation amusing, he linked his hands behind Pitch's neck, keeping him from moving away.

"What's wrong? Never had someone beneath you like this before?"

"If you are implying I've never had a lover, I can assure you I have and either way I wouldn't see you in that light, so if you would be so kind as to let me get up?"

"I don't think so, Pitchy~ I think I kind of like you like this." He gave that mischievous smirk of his again, eyes gaining a look that was impossible to trust. Jack was planning something and Pitch knew it wouldn't be good. But before Pitch could react, Jack brought him down for a kiss. Pitch's eyes widened further at the action, mind blanking completely. Jack's lips were cold- Freezing actually, and a little chapped, but something about the kiss was different from anyone before. Pitch began to relax, any thoughts of how wrong or uncomfortable the situation actually was left his mind completely along with any other thoughts. But just as quickly as it started, it ended. He realized his lips were now numb from the cold and even a little frost had formed.

"You should see your face right now!" A hearty laugh escaped Jack, never tired of the reactions he managed to pull out of Pitch. As he calmed down Jack's face became a little red but nonetheless, he let out a final chuckle. "I should uh... I should get going..." With a smile still present on his face, he unlinked his hands, pushing back Pitch so he could stand.

"Y-yes that would be...good." Pitch was still flustered, trying to regain any coherent thought process. Had that really just happened?

"Haha... I'll... see you around?" Jack scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he started walked away.

"Yes... I assume you will…"

"It was... fun! Hah..." he mutter with a shy wink. Jack turned nervously stealing a final glance before letting the wind take him away to wherever he was off to.

"Fun?" A chuckle escaped Pitch's throat and he stood in that spot, replaying what had happened over and over. "I presume that's one way to put it…"

He almost hoped that maybe, they could try and have some 'fun' again soon.