This is very similar to some other crap I've already written, but the slight differences are what makes it better. Deal with the fact that you've probably read a lot of this before, and will read it again and again after this. Because I can't come and hug you if it disappoints you. I just can't hug a stranger.

Different

He had been walking with his boyfriend and his friends when it happened- he spotted a speck of bright blue in the crowd on campus. Turning his head, Pitch Black stopped as he stared. He was always the odd one in his friend circle- the only one who actually could stand bits and pieces of living, enjoyed aspects of daily activities, and didn't find all sorts of ways he could experimentally kill himself. But, just because he was slightly off from his friends, didn't mean he didn't fit in with them.

Not like the boy he saw. That boy with bright, glowing white hair. With his warm, happy smile, this boy would have been shunned by his boyfriend and other friends. And the way the sun seemed to adore his pale skin, while the sun attacked and ravished the pale skin of Pitch and his friends- he looked like an angel. Pitch could see how blue his eyes were even from the distance he was at. And that blue was warm, friendly- not cold or artificial like the people he associated himself with.

And though he only was able to glimpse him, Pitch suddenly felt like he needed to know this boy. He needed to meet him, talk to him. He was so very different from his friends. He wanted that difference. So bright, so alive… Where his friends were cold and unfeeling in most all ways.

Pitch knew that his boyfriend, Xavier, only just barely got any joy from their relationship. He just got pleasure from the sex. If Pitch knew anyone else willing to fuck him, he would have broken things off ages ago. Sure, he was a Goth, and he hated most things about living, but there were parts that he enjoyed. And looking at this boy, he had a feeling that there were parts he enjoyed too.

The boy in the bright blue sweater walked with an incredibly colorful bunch of people, whereas Pitch walked with people dressed all in black just as he was. And the hair of this boy's friends were all sorts of colors, while Pitch was identically black haired with the others. Though his was natural, and none of theirs was…

"Bitch, what the hell you doin?" Xavier asked, shouting at him from about twenty feet away. The others hadn't even noticed Pitch had stopped until he was as far away as he was now. Pitch didn't even turn his head; he continued watching the boy until he lost him in the crowd between them.

Swallowing, he turned and walked to his boyfriend's outstretched arm. Xavier wrapped his arm around Pitch's thin shoulders, squeezing him roughly, asking, "What were ya lookin at Bitch?"

Pushing his arm off, Pitch whimpered, "Xavier, stop calling me that- it's not nice…"

"Do you think I give a shit abou' nice?" Xavier shot back, grabbing Pitch's wrist and pressuring it enough to bruise. When Pitch closed his eyes tight and whimpered, Xavier dropped his hand and wrapped his arm back around the smaller shoulders. "I own you, Bitch…"

Sniffling, Pitch just bit his tongue. Once again Xavier didn't even notice he had upset him- he never noticed anyone's emotions: to him, because he had no emotions other than lust and hate, nobody else did either. Pitch may have been dark, but his friends were considerably darker and much less receptive to normal aspects of life.

Of course, Pitch's mother had always told him he was a sensitive boy who was really in touch with his emotions, so maybe he was the weird one…

"'Ey, Bitch, you didn't answer me," Xavier spat aggressively at his lover.

Whimpering again, Pitch mumbled, "I thought I saw someone I knew…"

"Who?" Xavier asked, sounding genuinely uninterested.

Pitch frowned. "Too far away… Couldn't tell…" He lied plainly, but Xavier had stopped listening, so it didn't matter either way. The two walked with their eight friends to the favorite little dark corner behind the biggest building on campus. The others went to smoke various things and drink mixes of booze and meds. Just trying to kills themselves in the only ways they liked.

Every time they offered him a cigarette. Pitch always said no. He had seen his mother and father both die from lung cancer. He had enough nightmares to last him forever and swore he'd never do that to them or to himself.

Sitting and fiddling with his fingers in his lap, Pitch couldn't stop thinking about that enchanting boy. Those blue eyes were so bright… He had been able to distinguish them so clearly… And they had been so beautiful… Pitch was getting turned on just picturing them. How could a two second glimpse of a boy he'd never met affect him this way? As he continued seeing that boy in his head, Pitch realized his lips felt incredibly lonely. He wanted to kiss that boy. He wanted to be more than friends.

"'Ey, babe, are you still mad about earlier?" Xavier's face inches from his broke Pitch from his thoughts.

Flinching back, Pitch looked away and grumbled a soft, "No…"

Xavier looked at him and an artificial grin splayed across his face. Pitch wasn't sure if he even remembered how to smile anymore. "Aw, babe, are you hard?" he sneered, looking down at Pitch's crotch.

The skinnier of the two shut his legs tight, placing his hands above his tell-tale bulge, whimpering, "No…!"

"Oh, you are!" Xavier chortled emptily, "Well, here, how b'out I take care of that?"

The bigger male forced Pitch's legs apart. And he wrenched the long hands away to give him space to reach his hand into Pitch's black pants.

"No! Xavier, stop it!" Pitch yelped, wriggling desperately, "Xavier, I don't want you to! Stop!"

An intensely tight squeeze to his dick caused Pitch to yelp loudly and bite his lip to keep quiet. Xavier was scowling at him now as he pumped his smaller lover's member ferociously. Pitch whimpered helplessly as Xavier practically raped him. As he reached his climax, Pitch couldn't keep the few moans of pleasure from rolling over his tongue. A few more pumps and tugs and Pitch keeled forward, moaning at the release.

Once he pulled his hand back, Xavier growled, "I'm the only one who can make you happy, Bitch. You know no one else will ever love you." Pitch could only hide his face in shame and keep from crying. "You're a freak with anyone else, and you're barely normal with us. Do you honestly think anybody else would even want to hang out with you once they found out who you were and who you hung out with?" Pitch tried his hardest to tune him out now. He wished he didn't need to be with Xavier to get the sex he needed. But he was the only bisexual guy willing to fuck a completely homosexual man like Pitch.

He waited until it was time for the ten of them to split up for classes and other various things on campus. Pitch knew none of them ever really went to class, but they liked to lie about it. After he went to his three night classes, Pitch decided he didn't want to spend the night with Xavier. He wanted to go to the library.

He found a book far in the back that hardly anyone ever checked out, and with a tiny smile that he'd never let Xavier ever see again, he walked back out to where tables and chairs were. A few kids sat at a round table working on what he assumed was a project, there were a couple solo people reading in the cushiony chairs the college paid for, and then Pitch saw someone sitting at a table by themselves.

But it was who he saw that was what really caught his attention. The boy from earlier. With the glowing white hair and beautiful blue eyes. He all but sprinted to the table he sat at.

Stopping at the back of one of the wooden chairs, Pitch cleared his throat gently. The boy looked up, blinking in slight confusion, from his notebook. Swallowing at those pretty pale blues, Pitch asked in a whisper, "Anyone else sitting here…?"

The boy blinked, glancing around- noticing that there were plenty of open tables. But he shook his head, saying, "Nah, jus' me." Pitch nearly swooned at that deep, sultry voice.

Smiling, Pitch pulled the chair out and slid down to sit across from this gorgeous angel on earth. He tried to read a little of his book, but he couldn't help himself but to just lift his eyes and stare at the white hair. So pretty…

"Uh," Pitch stammered, trying to make a little conversation. The boy lifted his head, looking mildly annoyed that he was interrupting his studying, but he smiled a little anyway. "I, uh, I saw you earlier," Pitch said meekly- pretty pathetic way to start small talk…

The boy looked a little uncomfortable hearing that, so Pitch quickly said, "Y-you were waking with some other people wearing really bright colors…! A boy in red, a girl in green, and another boy in yellow… It was… Hard not to notice you…"

The boy smiled. "Oh, yeah, those were my friends," he said, unintentionally making Pitch's heart flutter, "My name's Jack," he extended a warm pale hand, "Jack Frost."

Smiling, Pitch reached his hand out to accept the greeting. "Pitch Black," he said, not wanting to let go of his hand. Jack smiled a little brighter at his name.

"And I thought my name was bad," he snickered. Pitch couldn't suppress a grin.

"I think your name fits you," Pitch said, motioning to the white hair. Jack touched his locks, laughing a little.

"Not as much as yours does you," Jack said, physically touching Pitch's jet black hair. Pitch blushed, flinching slightly, but smiling with such joy none of it mattered. Jack was so different from Xavier- sweet, open to contact that doesn't involve fucking or hitting, and he was able to talk openly. And the way Jack smiled… Absolutely genuine, absolutely real, and absolutely beautiful.

Pitch suddenly found himself licking his lips, gazing at Jack's thin, pale lips in longing. A soft smile from those pale lips, and Pitch was practically drooling at this boy's feet. Why couldn't Xavier act like this at least once for him? At least try to be nice? That was all he really wanted, someone who could understand him and talk to him like he was just another person, and not a whore that was open to being abused and verbally abashed. Pitch wanted a gentle lover. Not someone like Xavier…

Jack had gone back to his notes, but Pitch continued staring lovingly at the boy's head of white hair. He barely knew him, but Pitch felt like he was meant to know this boy. Maybe not even love him, but at least know him personally as a friend- though he'd very much like to love this one… He probably wasn't a boy, he was probably in his twenties or so, just like Pitch, but he was so small and fragile looking that Pitch kept calling him a boy in his head.

Pitch felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, and he begrudgingly pulled his phone out to see who it was. It was Xavier. Texting him. Frowning, Pitch shoved it back into his pocket and ignored when it vibrated again. Each text was two vibrations. A call continued until you either answered or the answering machine picked up. So far Pitch had gotten a series of six separate pairs of vibrations. Six texts.

Jack could obviously hear the phone, because by the fifth time, Pitch could see him smiling. And on the sixth, Jack giggled and asked, "Aren't you gonna answer that?"

Pitch looked at his phone screen, read the "six new messages" notification, and set it down, grumbling in annoyance, "It's my boyfriend… I don't wanna talk to him right now…"

Jack blinked and Pitch saw a delicate blush grace the boy's cheeks. Looking away, Jack muttered, "N-never would've pegged you as the gay type…" Pitch only smiled a little nervously at that, groaning when his phone lit up with a phone call. The vibrations wouldn't stop.

Scowling, he let it ring. Jack watched the screen for the duration that it was lit up. "Xavier…" he read aloud, "Did you two get into a fight or something?"

"We fight every day," Pitch grumbled, looking away from the phone. Jack muttered a soft 'oh' and the phone rang again. Growling under his breath, Pitch finally picked it up and hit the call button.

"Hello?" he asked, sounding completely devoid of any and all emotion.

Xavier immediately snarled at him. "Hello? I text you ten times and call you and all you say is hello? Listen, you little whore, I know you had your phone on you, why the hell were you ignoring me?"

Lying through his teeth, Pitch all but snarled back, "I couldn't hear it." Jack smiled a little at that, and Pitch felt his anger soften slightly. Maybe he was being a little silly about this whole thing…

"You lying little Bitch," Xavier hissed. Pitch didn't say anything; he just ran his fingers back and forth over the table top. Finally Xavier finished cursing and huffed.

"Whatever, anyway, I'm horny and you're coming down here now," Xavier ordered.

Frowning, Pitch spat, "No. I'm busy."

"Busy?" Xavier shouted in rage, "Listen to me you miserable little whore! I can make your life MISERABLE!"

"You already do," Pitch grumbled back, looking at his fingers. Judging by the uncomfortable look on Jack's face Pitch guessed he could hear the entire conversation. Xavier wasn't exactly being quiet…

Xavier began screaming at him. Frowning, Pitch pulled the phone from his ear and clicked the 'end call' button. He then set his phone down on the table. When it started ringing again, he proceeded to turn it off completely.

They did this all the time now. And Xavier almost always cheated on him when he was like this. Honestly, he didn't care anymore. The first few times, yeah, it hurt, but now… now… he was used to Xavier…

Jack offered a half-hearted smile, and he asked, "You two calling things off, then?"

"Probably not…" Pitch huffed, "We've done this like, thirteen times… We always stay together, though…" Jack asked why and Pitch tried to hold back any sorrow in his face and voice as he said, "I don't have anyone else…" Jack whimpered a soft 'oh' and stared at Pitch worriedly.

"My parents are both dead, and I don't have any siblings," Pitch explained, "And Xavier was the only person willing to have se-… Uh… Love me…" Jack blushed brightly when he realized what Pitch was about to say. He looked away, smiling shyly. Pitch apologized for being insensitive, but Jack insisted it was fine.

"Just a bit personal," he commented, running his fingers through his hair and blowing out a tense breath. Again Pitch apologized.

As they sat there in awkward silence, Pitch could have sworn he felt a physical spark between them when their eyes met. His body jolted with the odd sensation that they connected. Like… they had just fused… Even for a brief second… He silently wondered if Jack had felt it. He certainly felt a hell of a lot more than Xavier did.

Suddenly they were just staring at each other. Pitch noticed it first- when he suddenly got lost in a beautiful swirling sea of blue. The way Jack wasn't even blinking made Pitch think that maybe he could try to be little more brazen. Pushing his chair back, Pitch began leaning over the table, towards the mesmerized boy.

Jack gasped softly, willingly opening his mouth when Pitch's lips brushed against his. When the warm, wet tongue slithered in between his teeth, Jack couldn't stop a moan from reverberating in his throat. His eyes began rolling back into his head as they kissed, his neck lolling back slightly as Pitch leaned over him.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm…." Jack moaned, rolling his tongue against Pitch's. He could feel his pants tightening around his member. Jack had never kissed another man before, that much was obvious to Pitch.

Moaning with him, Pitch licked hungrily into the kiss, making the smaller boy moan a little more urgently.

Carefully slipping his lips off of Jack's, but keeping them close enough so that they touched as he talked, Pitch whispered, "Do you have a dorm to yourself?" Jack nodded. Pitch kissed him sweetly again. "Mind if I come over tonight…?"

Pitch writhed and wriggled on the bed beneath Jack, moaning and gasping desperately as the smaller boy fucked him. "Anh! Anh! Jack!" he wailed, "That's it, Jack! More!"

As Jack pounded into Pitch's tight, wet hole, he grunted and hissed. Choking out a question, Jack asked, "D.. Ah! I- I've never… I don't know if… if I'm… oooahh… If I'm gay… D… does this m-make me…? Ahh…!" He could barely make sentences it felt so good. "God, it's so tight…! Anh, anh, anh! I've… I've had s-sex with girls before, an-anh..! Ah… They weren't th-this tight… Ah!"

Keeping his arms wrapped around Jack's back, Pitch openly moaned as his new lover fucked him. His body rocked back and forth against the mattress, tugging and folding the sheets as he moved, messing the bed.

Smiling and continuing to moan, Pitch replied, "D-depends whether you wanna d-do this again-nnnnn…!" As Jack continued slamming his hips into his, Pitch mewled happily and continued with his wanton moans. "Haah, yes Jack, yes! Oohhhh, God that's good!" Jack had begun slamming into his prostate. Normally hitting it once would have made him cum, but Jack was giving him little time to let his release claim him- the feeling of having his prostate abused so fiercely was making the pleasure increase without it all spilling out.

It was obvious Jack knew how to have sex, he was definitely no virgin, but he had been so nervous and gentle with Pitch when they first started. He was afraid he'd screw something up and end up hurting him. And that only made Pitch want him more. He had been begging by the time Jack finally decided he'd do it.

Now Pitch was screaming in ecstasy. And he was screaming Jack's name. "Ah, fuck, JACK!" he yelped as the smaller body pulled him in closer, allowing his dick in deeper with each thrust. Pitch's head lolled back as yet another happy moan passed through him. "God, I can't remember when the sex was this good!"

Jack gasped and groaned, his thrusts were becoming erratic and pace less. It made Pitch crazy. "Jack, yes!" The boy's blue eyes flew open and he was staring down at his sweaty lover. The tired, yet alive fire in Pitch's eyes, the sleepy, yet sensual smile, the messy black hair spilling over the pillows like ink. Looking at him made him even more aroused.

Jack began moaning lowly, loudly, and continuously with each thrust. And soon Pitch joined him in moaning. They were both centimeters from their release. It was just barely breathing down their necks.

"Hah-hahh, P-Pitch," Jack gasped, "I'm, I'm gonnaa-aaaahhhh….!" Jack continued slamming his dick into Pitch's hole, gasping and moaning as he felt the already tight walls clenching around him. "D-do you want me to pull out?"

"NO!" Pitch wailed, "I want it in me! Cum in me, Jack! Please!" And Jack began going faster, faster, faster. "Anh, anh, anh, anh, unh, unh- aaaaannnnhhhhhh…!" Jack's eyes went wide as saucers when the walls squeezed him so tight it forced him to cum instantaneously. He screamed with his release, just as Pitch wailed with his.

Pitch's seed splattered all over his chest and Jack's pelvis. And Jack's seed poured into Pitch's body- a tiny stream leaking out around his shaft.

Gasping desperately, Jack collapsed on top of Pitch with a moan. The taller of the males mewled at the pressure and the squelch as their chests pressed into his semen.

"Wa… was it good for you…?" Jack asked, unable to lift his head with sheer exhaustion.

Smiling, Pitch reached up and stroked the smaller male's back. "It was the best I've had in years…" he whispered.

"G-good," Jack mumbled into Pitch's collarbone, "I was afraid I wouldn't be good at it…" Pitch only smiled and kissed Jack's forehead.

He cared about Pitch's pleasure. Xavier never once asked if Pitch liked it. And here Jack was, worrying the entire time that he wasn't pleasuring Pitch enough. "You really are different from him…" Pitch whispered, watching as the tiny man's eyes began to flutter shut, "You care…" Jack was a living, breathing human being. Not a sack of bones that wore a human face. And Pitch loved him for that.

Not only did he love Jack's looks, but he loved him for him. Jack was a kind hearted person. He was sweet, and warm, and friendly, and fun. Pitch couldn't remember the last time he's had fun, especially during sex. And here came along Jack, making and making him have fun while making him moan and wriggle in ecstasy.

Jack was different. Not just from Xavier, but from anyone he had ever met. And he wanted to learn all the things that made him so different.

Wellp, maybe this'll become an actual story… Or I might leave it as a one-shot…