Author's note:

Hey! This is the first time that I've ever uploaded one of my fanfictions on this site and I'm so excited! :D

So, before the story starts, some warnings, it will in future chapters contain hints of S&M as well as the rating will go up. Also, this is Yaoi, which means two boys or men being together, don't say I didn't warn you. If you don't like it, leave while you can.

You people who do like it though, please, stay and read :)

A few details so you don't get confused, Pitch and Jack are both human teens around the ages of 16 and 19 and they do not have their original powers.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians.

That's kinda all, let the story begin...


Jack looked out, his gaze searching for one and one specific thing only. Pitch Black. Once every five minute, lights of all colors flashed into his eyes, blinding him for a second before he continued scanning the masses of people for Pitch further.

The floor was vibrating to the sound of the loud music exploding from the speakers. Ice blue eyes turned left, then right. Still no sign of Pitch.

Jack growled in frustration, waiting patiently was really not his thing. Instead of waiting he left the club, walking out in the dark with the only clothing being his jeans, a white shirt and a thin black jacket.

Pitch used to go there. Jack remembered seeing him there several times, always the same day, same time and same place. Then, last time, Pitch noticed him. They'd made eye contact if only for a second before Pitch had left.

Jack had too. Now, Jack had been every single week going there, same time, same day. Every friggin week. Did the bastard feel like showing up? Apparently not. The white haired teen walked down the street silently, cursing Pitch for doing this to him.

He was probably doing all this shit on purpose. It wouldn't surprise him if that was how it was. Pitch wasn't known for being one to hang out with the "younger kids". He was the badass in school, always getting away with the worst things.

He was a mystery, and he meant danger. That was what had gotten Jack's attention from the beginning. The danger. Oh, how he loved the feeling of an adrenaline rush once in a while.

"You shouldn't be out this late. It could be dangerous." That voice. That one voice that Jack had heard only few times, from far away. Pitch.

His head was forcefully pulled up as he was pushed against a nearby brick wall, shielded from prying eyes by the darkness around them. Golden piercing eyes dug holes in Jack's clear blue ones. He watched the face intensely, for the first time so close.

"The only danger out here is you." Jack hissed back, face very close to the older teen now. Pitch might be the coolest, that didn't in any way mean that it scared Jack though.

"Most would have peed their pants by now, kid." Pitch growled low, his black hair hanging in his face. Jack felt his warm breath down his face but didn't back down. If he'd backed down from the beginning he could've gotten away, he backed down now, he could be dead by morning.

Little did he know, Pitch had no intention whatsoever of killing him. That was probably the last thing he'd do with what he had in mind.

"Guess I´m not like most kids, name's Jack by the way. Not kid." was the reply he got. Jack had to admit he was proud over his own ability not to make his voice tremble. This made Pitch chuckle, clearly amused over Jack's acting.

"You've got some attitude." he whispered contently. He liked that, not that he would ever voice it of course. Where was the fun in that?

Jack ignored the comment, waiting for the oldest next move, he could start to even hear his own heart beat by now. Although it was cold outside and in December he was even starting to feel sweat form on his forehead.

"Nervous?" Pitch questioned, tilting his head to the side as he observed the younger teen with a playful grin. Upon hearing his deep voice again, such sensual tone, Jack shivered. Deciding there was no way to answer that and not make anything escalate to the worse, he ignored what Pitch had said, for the second time.

"Why did you never show up?" he asked instead, challenging Pitch by shooting back at him.

"Didn't know you were waiting for me." the raven said, happily saying his come-back. Jack grit his teeth discreetly, there was no way that he was going to let Pitch win this one. Jack wasn't one to give up when it came to challenges.

"Oh, was I? Didn't notice, too busy having the time of my life." he hissed, face breaking into a smirk. Pitch laughed at that, still very close to Jack who could feel the heat radiating off him in waves.

"We both know if that's true, I'm as innocent as an angel. And that is one of the things I really ain't, nor have ever been nor will be."

"Tell me something new." Jack said, rolling his eyes as his guard was let down for a moment.

"So, tell me.. Jack, why were you waiting for me at the club?" Pitch pointed out that he used the teen's name instead of using 'kid' that was the other option as he asked what he'd been wanting to know for quite a while. Being the highest in the rank was good as you could order people around the most you wanted, though, you had to be careful. You got yourself enemies, you could be the next one on anyone's to-kill list.

But, as mentioned, Pitch had the highest rank this far. Known as the most powerful, not one you'd mess with if you had a choice. He'd ordered to have people at the club as his eyes whilst he stayed out of the place for a while.

He'd told them about Jack, only simply describing him. And Jack being the only one with white hair was easy to make out of the crowd.

"Does that really matter? I found you." Jack said, seeing Pitch turn serious. He cursed himself in his mind, he might've just started digging his own grave by saying just that at the sight of the disapproving face of Pitch once he'd avoided the question.

"No. I found you. Now answer my question." he hissed, calmly looking down at the child, who was inside trembling but keeping his facade of bravery up for his own well being. Pitch was actually surprised the younger had managed to keep him happy for this long.

Most only pissed Pitch off in the first few words they said, though, Jack seemed careful yet testing. Like if he was thinking out his next words very closely before saying them, trying to put on the bandage before he got injured.

"There's no real reason, except if you wish for me to make one up for your satisfaction." Jack answered low, now starting to lean against the wall instead. Once he got out of this mess he'd stay down for a while, not draw too much attention, especially now when Pitch even noticed him waiting.

"Jack, I'm not someone to lie to, just so you know. Though, I'll let it slip.. for now." Pitch said, a grin covering his face. A second later Jack saw another teen, probably older than himself but still younger than Pitch approach them.

"Pitch, we should get going, or shall we start without you?" came a firm voice of the other male. His brown hair was short, and he eyed Jack warily.

"Excuse me, but if you did not notice, I'm quite busy right now. Secondly, I've already said that if I'm not there, go on, that I don't care. Now, I'm not too pleased with this little interruption of yours. Rude. I would stick out of my vision for a while if I were you, unless you wish for something not too great to happen. Now, leave."

Jack was shocked at the cold tone in Pitch's voice, not the one he'd been spoken too which had been challenging get gentle and in a good mood. Now he was speaking coldly, anger still hearable and with a deep glare directed towards the other.

The other flinched, eyes jumping from Jack to Pitch and to Jack again and so on. Pitch's impatience grew as he growled in anger.

"Didn't I say leave?" Pitch hissed, slowly walking over, leaving Jack draped against the brick wall in the dark. The other male backed away, immediately giving up the fight and cowering.

"I'll go and tell them there was a misunderstanding, I'm sorry for interrupting." he rushed to say before he jogged down along the dark street, leaving Jack and Pitch all alone. Pitch sighed angrily, glaring after the running child as he turned back around to face Jack.

The white haired boy was watching him, waiting for something, his face saying something along the line of what now?

"Don't mind him. He's just playing stupid." Pitch murmured low, grabbing Jack's wrist and pulling him off the wall. Jack almost tripped as he was pulled along with the older.

"Hey, just where do you think you're taking me?" Jack exclaimed defensively, pulling at his own wrist, he would prefer not to be kidnapped or anything of that sort.

"Somewhere you'll be going often from now on, my place." Pitch said, smirking darkly. Was this a gift from the person above? Jack didn't know, not like he was religious anyway. Still, he couldn't count how many times he would say thanks after this night.

"Oh yeah, I should've told you before hand, but I´m known to be mean."

That didn't matter. Mean Pitch was? Mean Jack would get. And damn, he'd be lying if he said that he didn't want it.


Author's note:

That was the first chapter! Hope you liked it this far!

Please R&R, but no flames thank you very much. It's completely fine if you say you didn't like my fic, just say it nicely please?

Oh, and constructvie criticism is greatly appreciated as English is not my first nor second language :)

I've planned to have this story contain three chapters, but when I'm writing something you never know. It might get a lot longer than that..

I'll see ya all in the next chapter,

Detonator

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