This is my first fanfic. Be kind. I got inspired by At the Beginning and End of All Things by Slow Downward Spiral as well as multiple secret relationship fanfics. This is boy x boy so if you do not like it, do not read it. No homophobia welcome. Review and favorite if you like.

Gods, I am exhausted and sore. Last night was a bit of a blur. All I remember is falling into bed with my soulmate and doing some...XXX and few more X's activities.

Speak of the devil, he is stirring awake beside me. His body heat is a pleasant reprieve away from my own ice cold. I move to sit up in our massive bed, black silk sheets pooling around my waist. Stretching my arms above my head and arching my back, I let out a deep sigh when I feel his arms snake around my abdomen and pulling my bare back flushed against his own unclothed chest.

"Darling, it is much too early to do this," I said with a smile as I shudder at the ghost trailing heat of his fingertips on the inside of my thigh.

"Jack, it is much too early for you to go to work," Pitch replied in a husky voice, his warm breath on the tip of my ear. He knows that is a turn on.

I pull myself away from him and off of the bed. I give him a look. He knows the one. The 'baby I love you but you just broke my ass so if you think you can boss me around right now you will be learning a new meaning to busting a nut' look. And Pitch properly recoils.

I go about getting showered which I allow him to join me in as long as I got a free massage in return. I get dressed, and Pitch makes crepes while I cut up some fruit for talk in our usual manner: flirt, flirt, sarcastic comment, serious remark, joke, flirt.

Then he sends me on my way to the North Pole, begrudgingly, with a passionate, not nearly long enough kiss.

I fly on the winds to work. I love helping children and seeing their eyes light up when it starts to snow around them, smiles gracing their faces. I do not, however, enjoy the meetings that come along with being a Guardian. Honestly? I am just doing it to pass time.

Sandy is the only one who knows about Pitch and me. That we have been alive for longer than the planet has been existing. That we were never human. That we have been together our whole lives. Sandy knows because he is not human either, he was the last tears of a dying star. Unlike the other Guardians, we do not need to be believed in to survive. All I need is Pitch. Literally.

I enter the workshop and see the others as they look gravely at the globe. That is a shock.

"Hey guys, what's wrong? Did I miss another cookie bake off with questionable treats because I thought that was on Tuesday?" My attempt at humor is severely lacking.

They finally seemed to notice my presence and Tooth was the first to respond. "The globe went out, Jack. North saw Pitch Black and heard his laugh. He's back."

Oh. My husband was messing with them again. Well, best to go along with it. "I thought y'all got rid of him years ago." Luckily, my acting is much better than my humor.

Then they go into a whole long spiel about Pitch and him being evil, which is not true one bit, and then an alarm sounded for the Tooth Palace while a little fairy came to get their mother.

Through all of the commotion, I looked at Sandy to see the amusement glinting in his eyes.

Bunny does not do well in the sleigh, but he keeps trying to act buff in front of me. I have known since the first time we met he has had a crush on me and no matter how many hints I give him that I am nowhere near interested in being any more than friends with him, he remains clueless. Pretty soon he is going to ask me out on a proper date and I do not know how to let a friend down gently. How does one say I have never liked you that way, I am probably too old for you, and I have been married since before the beginning of time nicely?

Finally, we get to the Palace and if I didn't know Pitch, I would be making this way more seriously. Upon hearing Pitch's voice, I start to warm up and relax. I always function better with him around. I see his shadows dancing about, wanting to reach out to me and wrap me up in comfort and protection, but they draw back before giving into temptation. Despite his resistance, though, his amber golden eyes rest on me a bit longer than they should, but, hey, I'm not complaining.

He goes into his speech with spot on acting, but the words don't really register. That pain from earlier this morning is coming back with a vengeance. I start to get dizzy, my sight blurring. And the last thing I see before I pass out is concerned gold eyes staring down on me as warms arms are wrapped around me protectively.