Summary:
Pitch starts to chase Jack down from the shadows, not sure when or why he became so infatuated with him. It all started out through his want to find Jack's weaknesses; and over and over, without knowing, Jack makes Pitch fall for him.

Pitch is being stalkerish, Tooth finds out and at first tries to warn Jack, but somehow ends up doing the opposite and things happen leading to... other things...

Poor Pitch is lost in his own feelings that he has never experienced before... Doesn't help that the one he's pining over will only become stuck in the same situation.

(slightly OOC Pitch who is head over heals for a certain silver haired teen, a protective but understanding Tooth who gives Pitch a chance of sorts, and Jack who is just, well, confused.)

Disclaimers:
-I do not own Rise of the guardians nor any of it's characters, just this story and it's concept.

Story I suppose is slightly inspired by the Three days grace song 'over and over'.

Cover is just a screenshot from the movie for now but I'm drawing something for this story and once it's done I'll be using that.

Warning! this story contains: gay sexual behaviour, obsessive stalker behaviour, and some strong language. (Story currently rated T but could become M rated in future.)


The definition of a stalker

Part 1:
Free falling

Jack laughed out happily, as he dodged and threw snowballs around with elegant ease.
And hidden in the shadow of the near by fountain, was Pitch. Again.
He'd lost count now of how many times he had now spied on the Frost boy who both infuriated and entranced him.
At first, he'd begun to follow him, once he had gained back some portion of the power he had before his... defeat, in hope to find out more about him. To see his weaknesses and study more deeply his fears. He'd held an infuriating hatred for the boy and had wanted nothing more than to slowly and painfully drown him in his worst, most terrifying fears for what he had done to him. But. But... Something happened along the way. Something he had not expected and could not have prepared himself for. He found himself addicted to watching him. Addicted to that damn childish, fun loving, cheeky, happy grin that always covered his damn pretty and handsome little stupid face.
Oh how he had loathed the boy! But now, now he loathed himself for such incredibly ludicrous thoughts; such as the ones he was having right now as he admired the young man's flexible, lovely little body.
He watched as Jack spun in the air, his tight doeskin pants clinging nicely to his well shaped a- No! Nonononononono! He was doing it again! How could he be thinking things like this about his annoying little enemy?! No!
He looked away covering his face, taking in a deep breath as he tried to pull himself together and ignore the longing to touch that nice little ass that the pants he wore showed off so well. But as what had become the usual, he ended up looking back over to him again, seeing this time that sickeningly wonderful innocent smile before hearing his giggles turn in to laughter once again as a snowball hit it's target.

No matter how many times he tried not to, he found himself searching through the shadows for that oh so enticing silhouette.
No matter how many times he tried not to, he still fell for him, over and over. From the boy's beautiful blue eyes, to his cheeky grin, to his delicate yet strong body, to his personality and character; Pitch had fallen, and he'd fallen hard, no matter how much he hated it, it was the cold, dark, truth.

So he followed for days and days, and tried to come up with a way of talking to the boy without it equalling a fight. He wished he could find a way to get the boy on his side, but with all that had happened, the fact that Jack was now a Guardian and that Pitch only had a small fraction of his strength and power at this point compared to before, it seemed the odds were stacked so high against him he should just forget that idea all together. For now at least. But how on earth was he going to talk to him and be able to have a somewhat normal conversation? He knew that the moment he'd show himself to the boy he would try to attack, or not listen to a thing he would say, thinking it was some sort of a trap, trick or plan; before flying off to the other Guardians who would then likely track him down and force him back in to his lair for another year or more...

So he continued to wait, in hope of finding a way; just a way to say hello without being frozen on the spot, whether from the boy's powers, or from his own idiotic feelings.

One day he was in a rather bad mood as he continued his daily routine of watching Jack do... well whatever he was up to by the time Pitch, unknowingly to the winter sprite, dropped by for a secret one sided visit.
The reason for his bad mood only made him more grouchy than he initially was. Because what had made his anger in the first place was something that should not have angered him, but delighted him. And the fact that he found it did not delight him only made him more angered than he had been to begin with. And It should make him angry, since what had started it was the sight of a non believing child running straight through Jack, who had not expected the little girl to not see him, as it looked like she was running to him like those who did believe often did when they saw Jack. It should make Pitch happy, to see his stupid smirk wiped off his arrogant face. To watch as he fell to his knees and held his own chest as not a single eye glanced his way; as if he did not exist. For the frost spirit, Guardian of fun, to feel how Pitch felt and to know there were still many who didn't believe and couldn't see him. To have him feel that he was still alone after refusing Pitch's offer. Pitch should be happy, but instead it hurt. He found himself wanting to go over and hug him to his chest; to coo sweet words in his ear and tell him everything was fine and he, Pitch Black, would always believe in Jack Frost.
He would be sending a particularly strong Nightmare the girl's way tonight. One involving Jack in an effort to get her to believe in him. Though Jack would most likely not approve of such a way of gaining believers, Pitch knew it would work. Even if it made the girl scared of Jack, at least she would believe, and who was to say that that fear she would feel the first time she would see him could not be turned in to something else by the teen? After all, he had done it before. He had turned smouldering fear in to fun and laughter... But in a way that was something else that attracted Pitch to the brat. He was not frightened so easily, and in his own way, only if he wanted, he could induce fear. He had the ability too. And if he wanted such a thing oh how it would make Pitch's day! But he knew better than that. He knew now that that was not a possible want that Jack Frost could have. He just wanted to have fun and make others smile. Pitch supposed he could always try corrupting him. Slowly, sneakily feeding him dark sand laced with his evil intent, but no. He had thought about it, how it could possibly tip the scales in his favour, give him the companion he longed for and help him gain back ten fold the power he once had. But no. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't; because Jack was Jack, and he wouldn't change him for the world. If he couldn't see that smile and hear that laugh, to watch him be his stupid loveable annoying self... If it was to have a fearling of sorts who was the opposite of the boy then... He didn't see the point.
And on this particularly bad day he was having, things only seemed to get worse when night had come to send children to their beds. Usually this would be his time, time when he could create and feed off of their fears. But this night something happened as he stupidly was not fully hidden in shadow, and a little fairy saw him.
She squeaked in fear before flying off in to the direction of Tooth, who was in a bedroom not to far away.

"Oh dear..." was all he got out before a blur of colour came slamming in to his tall slender frame, sending him in to a wall of an unfortunate building who's bricks crumbled and cracked around him from the force of his body crashing in to it. He was held there, a delicate but strong hand tight around his neck.

"Pitch..." His name came out like it was the most disgusting thing.

"Toothiana... What a wonderful surprise." He laughed nervously, before glancing over the bins on his left to where Jack was. Luckily the boy was far enough away and had not noticed anything. Pitch sighed and looked back at Tooth who was currently looking in the direction Pitch had been, spotting Jack.

"Were you spying on him? Have you been spying on us all this time?!" Anger and a slight shred of fear sang through her voice as disgust shone through her brightly coloured eyes.

"No! No no no no no I, well... You see..." What was he suppose to say? He guessed he could just melt away in to the shadows and escape, but then she would tell Jack what happened, and all the Guardians would know he was back and had been watching at least one of them from the safety of his shadows. He wasn't strong enough to defend himself against them yet. And no longer would he be able to watch Jack safely from the darkness.
She snarled at him before turning her attention back to Jack in the distance as he played around with one last child who had yet to go home. She was about to call out to him, and Pitch had to do something, had to stop her!
"W-wait! Please don't tell him! Please!" Begging... The Boogieman was begging the Tooth fairly... what a pathetic thing but he just couldn't let her tell him he was there watching him!

"And why on earth should I not..?!" Her voice came out in a low growl as her grip tightened, making it harder for Pitch to talk; or breath for that matter.

"Because... well... Let's just say I'm not exactly up to anything; I've not been watching all of you, per se..."

"So you've just been spying on Jack? How is that any better?! It's more reason for me to call him so he can beat you up himself!"

"Not spying, really... more like admiring from afar..?"

"That's still spyi-! Wait... did you say admiring..?"
Cover blown. Pitch stared at her with wide nearly innocent eyes, unsure what to do or say next.
"W-when you say admiring..." Pitch laughed nervously again and Tooth could of sworn his cheeks had gone a shade redder.
"So... You've been stalking him?! I'm not sure which is worse! You're nothing but a creepy old pervert!" She looked angrier all of a sudden and Pitch began to worry what the outcome of all this would be.

"Okay, look, I... I didn't choose this stupid feeling alright! I have no idea where it came from or why it's there and I loath myself for feeling it just as much as you loath me. I've never had this feeling before and I'm not sure what it means, but I... I..."

"You have a crush on him, don't you..." Her words weren't really a question, more of a confirmation as she watched his eyes get a little wider. She let go of his neck letting him slide to the floor in a sitting position, sure he wouldn't run when he wanted to make sure she wouldn't say anything. Bringing his hands to his throat he coughed a few times before looking up at her.
"And how long have you been admiring him as you put it?"

"er... a- a while? I have not exactly counted the moons..." Why was he stuttering so much? he shouldn't be stuttering at all! Her arms were crossed over her feathered chest and she stared down at him, a flicker of interest and curiosity in her eyes at the thought of the King of Nightmares actually having a crush on a certain male Guardian; or anyone at all.
"Listen... I know how it seems, and I never wanted these... feelings. But I'm not up to anything, I give my word." He held his hands up innocently, hoping she would believe him. Though he would never admit that in the beginning he was up to something and wanted revenge... But the tides had changed now, and he just wanted one thing right now and he hoped with all his black heart that she would have just a flicker of empathy or understanding for him.
She continued to stare down at him and he put his hands down, before sighing and looking down at his own palms before glancing once more over at the teen who was now saying his goodbye to the last child who went on his way home.

"I... never thought you were capable of such... emotions." She wasn't a hundred percent sure if this was true yet, but she wanted to know.

"Yes, well nether was I... But then again, I never really got to talk to anyone much or see someone who could see me without them either running away in fright of towards me with anger and a want to destroy me for merely being who I am and doing what I was made to do." Somehow Tooth felt something stab at her heart, gnawing at the back of her mind, but she couldn't tell what the feeling was exactly. It couldn't be that she was feeling bad for him, could it?
"I just... I suppose there was something there before, before he joined you. A pathetic flicker of hope that maybe someone would want to be on my side; to not be alone anymore. The amount of hurt I felt when he rejected my offer to join forces, to be a family like you Guardians, was something I hadn't exactly expected. I surfaced from my lair when enough of my strength had returned from the battle, and I saw him at the lake, sat up in a tree, sleeping. I just stood there, staring at his stupid face, not knowing what to do. And I've been watching him since then, just trying to understand..." It wasn't all completely true, he had tried to give the boy a nightmare once he had come back to his sense and found he did not yet have the power to do so yet, so followed him at first to find his weaknesses and study his fears. He thought it best to leave that part out.
"I found myself falling further, and now, here I am. Pathetic. Week and pining over some boy whom I've hurt and who hurt me back and who would most likely do so again given the chance." Pitch rested his head in his hands, sighing again.
"I'm... just wrong, I know. I understand that, I do. I'm nothing but a misery; pathetic, cruel and a freak." Why, why was he saying all of this? He had given up at last, perhaps...

"No..." Pitch lifted his head quickly to look her in the eyes.

"What?"

"I think... More than anything, your just lost, broken. Lonely." Pitch was confused and stared up at her as she floated there, her anger burnt down to more of a slight irritation now. He looked away not sure what to do. And then a familiar voice called out to Tooth.

"Tooth! Tooth is that you?" Pitch was sat behind some bins and from where Toothiana was floating Jack must only just see her so he couldn't of spotted Pitch yet. He looked alarmingly back up in to Tooth's eyes that flicked between Pitch and the approaching winter spirit.

"Hide."

"Wha-?"

"Just hide..."

"... Thank you..." He melted in to the shadows, but did not disappear all together, waiting to see what she would do.

"Hey, Tooth!"

"Hello, Jack. How are you?" All signs of anger were gone and she smiled sweetly at Jack.

"Good. You?"

"Oh sweetie, I'm wonderful. I just got the most wonderfully beautifully white canine! Would you like to see it?"

"Oh, erm, no thanks, that's fine." He laughed a little nervously, not really wanting to see some kid's slimy and possible bloody tooth and to have the fairy go on and on about how pretty it was.
They exchanged a little small talk about there days before deciding to part ways for the night.
"Well..., I guess I'll see you at the next meeting at North's in a couple of days then?"

"Alright, Jack. I'll see you then!"

"Okay, bye!" He flew upward and then to his left over the buildings and away from the unnoticed Pitch and Tooth who waved her goodbye. Once he was out of sight, Tooth turned back to the shadows of the bins, he supposed she guessed he would wait to see what she would do.

"If you dare hurt him in any way, I'll hurt you in ways you can't even see in the worst of those horrible nightmares you create." Pitch cringed internally at the thought, but couldn't help the thank you that slipped from his lips again as he let himself be seen once more. Standing to his full height, he scratched the back of his head and couldn't help but wonder...

"Why? Why did you decide not to say anything?"

"I'm... not sure." They stared at each other for a few seconds in silence before Tooth spoke again.
"Pitch, why haven't you said anything to Jack instead of stalking him?"

"And how am I suppose to do that, exactly? He'll want to kill me the moment he sets eyes on me!"

"So did I, but, here we are, speaking... Don't you think it's worth trying?"

"Well I... Wait, why would you want me to speak to him? Wouldn't that be a bad thing for your enemy to be going after your comrade?" Tooth thought for a second. Yes, it was true, but... never had she seen Pitch act the way he was acting now. Perhaps their enemy did not have to be their enemy after all..? Maybe there was a slither of hope for him that until now had been left unseen? Unnoticed from the lack of that one person who has seemingly managed to warm, or should it be cool, the Boogieman's heart.

"What would you do, if Jack accepted that you like him? What if he wanted to be with you?"

"I... Haven't thought that far ahead, to be honest." Well not completely honest... he'd thought of how lovely that soft looking porcelain skin would feel under his fingers and the things he would do to that sweet little body. But again that was something he wasn't going to mention if he wanted to keep his head.
"If you're implying that I might hurt him or want to change him or force him to do certain things then I would never do anything of the sort."

"No?

"Of course not! For one I believe in consent! Second, If I were to change him in any way then what would be the point? He would no longer be the Jack that I have fallen in- ...that I have fallen for." He corrected himself. Not really sure about saying the L word. Tooth had a small grin on her face now.

"You really are quit surprising, Pitch." She smiled wider when Pitch just stared unsure what to do. She wasn't sure if it was a good idea to give Pitch this chance and not to warn Jack. But something told her that Pitch wasn't going to be a threat this time. He seemed... different. Maybe the new feeling he was experiencing could change him for the better, maybe Jack could change him for the better? But then, what if...
"But, what will you do if he rejects you? If he continues rejecting you? He may not like men, for one, let alone his enemy." This came out quieter, as if she was unsure of saying it. The thing is, if Jack were to reject him, what if Pitch reacted badly? Perhaps he could become more a threat than he was once before... Pitch balled his fists at his sides and looked away from her gaze.

"I... don't know. However, It wouldn't be a surprise to me in the slightest. After all, why would anybody care for a thing like me? I wouldn't blame him if he spat on me for confessing to him. I have thought and thought about talking to him, but how exactly do I do that? This is why I follow and watch him. I'm sure it's the best thing I can get. I'll ruin it for myself if I do anything more. I know it sounds... bad, but perhaps it is best I remain hidden in the shadows, away from bothering others with my presence. It's best for everyone after all. So I ask you again, please don't say anything about this, just... leave me to my musing and I won't bother anybody." At least, not for now.

"Pitch, talk to him. And remember what I said, don't you dare hurt him!" At this she began to fly away.

"Wait! So, you're letting me get away? Aren't you afraid of what I could be up to?"

"You're the one with fear as his centre, you tell me." At that she smiles and leaves, confident that she didn't make the wrong choices. But, she was going to tell North and Sandy about what she knew and the curious way Pitch was acting, while asking them to keep on the low about it for the time being. It would be stupid of her to put her full confidence in Pitch black and take zero precautions. No matter how week he was or the difference in his personality. But Bunny would have to wait for that information, seeing as he was the one who hated Pitch the most it seemed. And Jack, well Jack would probably be finding out a different way.

Pitch had been looming around Burgess, thinking, and hating himself for how he felt like he was falling apart at the seems, spilling out his thoughts and feelings to the damn bird all because of a stupid crush, as Toothiana had called it; and the fear of being found out by the said crush.

It had been a few days, and the fairy's words still played over and over in his head. Talk to him.
He was now following Jack around again, but this time from a larger distance, only making sure to be in the same town, village, forest, city, or wherever he may travel next as he tried to figure out what to do.
He continued to wonder around and brood, until he heard an all to familiar voice shout out in panic. He felt his heart race as fear began to filter to him through the cold air around; a fear of crippling pain. So he ran towards where the shout and the fear had originated from, and saw Jack far away up in the sky, falling. His staff was no longer in his hand and he was falling through the air at a speed that would brake even his bones. Pitch ran in to a shadow to reappear in Jack's own shadow below him on the hard concrete of a pavement.

Jack had covered his eyes with his arms and was bracing himself for the harsh impact. But when he landed, the pain never came, his bones never cracked and his skin never scarped harshly against cruel concrete; and he felt strong arms, one under his legs and the other on his back... Someone had caught him?!
Pitch was knelt down on one knee, holding Jack tightly to his chest as the boy slowly but surely moved shaking arms away from his own head to stair up at the unlikely saviour.

"Pi... Pitch?!" Pitch's eyes were full of what looked to be concern before turning in to shock and, quickly letting the boy go, placing him on the ground he ran to the closest shadow and disappeared. Jack stared in his direction, stunned, before quickly getting to his feet and spinning around, trying to find any sign of the man, any shadow that would twist bizarrely, a shadow that would appear or disappear all together. But nothing.
"Pitch..? Pitch, are you still there?! Pitch!" When he still got no sign of him still being present, he sighed.
"What just happened..?" He then began instead to look for his staff when his empty fingers reminded him it was still missing.

He had been so stupid.

He was messing around in the sky, playing with the wind. He had been trying to go as fast and as high as possible, spinning and flipping as he did so. And he didn't see the plane that was headed straight for him... He saw it too late and, trying to dodge it he only narrowly missed the wing slamming in to his face; but his staff was not so lucky. His staff being quit long was not totally out of the way when he moved and had gotten knocked right out of his hand and went flying away from him. No longer able to fly without the aid of his staff Jack went tumbling down.
He had fallen a few times before, and never did it injure him terribly; though it hurt like hell. He was so much more resistant that humans and only had a few scratches and bruises or a limp for a day of two before he was better again.
But never had he fallen from so high up and with only concrete to break his fall, and he was terrified as he saw the hard ground get closer and closer, able to do nothing apart from scream in horror and fold his arms around his head as his body sped up on it's way down. He saw himself smash down in a bloody and broken heap; he imagined hearing his bones creak and crack and seeing his own blood pool around him as he lay barely able to move or make a sound with no one there to help him; all alone. But, when he was sure the crushing pain would strike and his fear became the only feeling throughout his body, instead of the cruel contact of concrete, he felt warm strong arms catch him. And nothing had prepared him for what his eyes saw next. His saviour was... Pitch Black... The Boogieman!

As he searched for his staff the confusion prodded at his mind.
Why? Why the hell would Pitch of all creatures in the universe save Jack?! The Nightmare King hated Jack with a passion! He had reason to. So why... just why? He thought that if Pitch Black was around he would stand on the side lines laughing at him as he struggled to breath and as he tried to crawl away, before using this opportunity to either end his life, or take him prisoner and do who knows what to him. Not save him, leaving him unharmed, before running off.
He wasn't getting anywhere in finding his staff and angrily kicked at a random rock before sighing and flopping down on the frosted grass of the park he had walked in to. He lay on his back and stared up at the slightly clouded sky with it's beautiful stars and big bold moon.
"Hey Manny, maybe you could help me out for once? Whaddya say?" Nothing. Well that's new... Jack sighed and rolled over on his side and... OH MY GOD WHEN DID HIS STAFF GET THERE?! He grabbed it not sure at first if it was real or not. He was sure, certain it was definitely not there before! Inspecting it he smiled when he found it undamaged and exactly as it was before it had been knocked out of his grasp. He jumped up to his feet and spun around in circles, looking around but could see no one; and surely the man in the moon was not responsible for it's reappearance...
"...Pitch..?" he whispered, looking back down at the staff in his hands.

Pitch watched from a dark corner, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. He'd had the boy in his arms and it felt so right. And the rush, oh the rush he'd felt. Jack was so very afraid and for once that fear of his echoed harshly in Pitch and he didn't want it to be there, no matter how delectable it should have been. And when he saved him the feeling was just so very lovely as relief filled his heart and mind. If he hadn't gotten there in time... If he hadn't even been close enough to hear and feel the fear, if he were somewhere further away at the time... Pitch shuddered at the thought of his lovely Jack crashing in to the ground from such heights.
His Jack.
Oh dear.
It's seems the addiction has risen a level.


Okay, so originally I just wanted to do a quick one shot cause I felt like writing something short cute and random between these two idiots since I'm on holiday and have the time and... so that happened. O-O
Hope you enjoyed reading the newest baby to my addiction. That is obviously BlackIce.
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