Hey everyone! So, this is my first BlackIce fanfic written all by my lonesome, so I'm hoping it isn't too bad! Fingers, toes, eyes, legs, T's and everything else crossed!

It was a lovely sunny day, the light shining through the window and warming the apartment. It was more of a large room, but it was someplace to live. In the middle of the room, a young man lay face-down on the wood floor, a sunbeam falling directly on him. He groaned, turning his head away from the light. "I'm so bored!" He groaned, pushing himself up off the floor. He stumbled into the kitchen area, running his fingers through wild white hair. He plopped down on the only chair in the kitchen, grabbing his cell and dialing. "Aster?"

"Jack? Why the hell are you calling me now?"

"Yeah, it's Jack. Are you busy?"

"Not really. It's a slow day in the shop right now."

"Good, cause I'm bored. Wanna grab a drink with me?"

"Fine, but only one. I'm still working, after all."

"Sure, whatever you say." Jack hung up, stretching his body. He stood up again, putting his hands on the small of his back and pushing. The summer months were always the worst. Jack had thought that this summer would be a time for fun and relaxation, especially considering the classes that the psychology major had taken. Jack pulled on a t-shirt and some baggy sweatpants, checking himself out in the mirror.

Being 5'11", young, and physically fit, Jack was a beauty with bright blue eyes and snow-white hair. The only problem was that he was never serious. He enjoyed having fun and making jokes, which surprisingly often made it hard to make friends. Jack was a loner, with a few friends, but only Jamie ever proved to be able to handle Jack's need for fun and jokes.

He hopped on his motorcycle, pulling on the black helmet before speeding down the street, heading towards his favorite pub. Thankfully, there were quite a few in England, especially where Jack was living. At least he had that. He skidded to a stop in front of the small building, putting down the kickstand. He pulled his helmet off, shaking his hair out. He smiled, very much aware of the fact that a few guys and more than enough girls were checking him out.

"You need to cut that out, you bloody show pony." The Australian accent rang out, causing the onlookers to hurry away. Jack chuckled, leaning against the bike.

"Always the charmer, Aster. Careful, someone might think you're jealous."

"You wish, you poofter. I don't like your skinny ass that way." Aster leaned against the bike, his 6'6" body towering over Jack's. He crossed his arms, glaring at everyone that passed.

"Always the charmer." Jack chuckled. "For that, you can buy me a drink."

"You'll take an amber fluid, and you'll be grateful for it."

"Fine, fine." Jack walked towards the building, smiling coyly at the young guy that held the door open for him. Aster glared at the guy, sending him running.

"You don't have to do that all the time, you know. Stupid kangaroo." Jack sat down at the bar, crossing his legs.

"I'm not a bloody kangaroo," Aster growled, sitting down on the stool next to his.

"No, of course not." Jack smiled up at him, leaning on the bar with his arms crossed. "Now, where's this beer you promised me?"

Aster raised his hand, calling over the bar owner. "North! Can I have a beer for this bloody show pony?"

"Sorry boys, I'm out. My daughter's coming home today."

Jack perked up, looking at the old man with bright eyes. "Tooth is coming home? It's been ages since I've seen her!"

"I'll bring her around sometimes, preferably when I'm not training the new guy." North chuckled, wrapping a beefy arm around a tall man's shoulders. "Boys, this will be your server for the day. Say hi, young man."

The man turned around, giving the two men an indifferent look. He was tall, not as tall as Aster, but still pretty tall. He was lean, but it was obvious that he did have some muscles. His black hair was even darker when compared to his lightly tanned skin. His long fingers held two beets, which he put in front of Jack and Aster. What caused Jack to blush were the golden eyes that stared back at him, a gaze full of power and danger. Jack felt the room grow hot as those eyes stared back at him.

"Hello. My name is Pitch Black. It will be a pleasure serving you tonight." His voice was deep and the heavy British accent sent shivers up Jack's spine. Jack looked away, popping the cap off the bottle and taking a large drink. He could still feel those golden eyes staring at him, slowly undressing him. He felt afraid...and a little excited.

Aster glared at the waiter, his silver eyes challenging. "Rack off, you pommy bastard."

Those golden eyes turned to look at Aster, that golden stare returning the challenge. "Sorry. I wasn't aware that he was your boyfriend."

Jack spit his mouthful of beer out, laughing as Aster glared daggers at the other man. "H-he isn't my boyfriend!" Jack wiped a tear from his eye, turning back to look at Pitch. "He's only a friend. I'm single."

Golden eyes turned to look into Jack's blue ones, giving him the feeling that his lungs didn't work. "How fortunate for the rest of us."

Jack gulped, his eyes wide. "Y-yes..."

Pitch smiled, the action slow, almost predatory. "If you'll excuse me, I have other customers." He nodded at North, walking off to serve some of the other customers. Once he was free from the golden stare, Jack took a large gulp of breath, putting a hand to his chest. "He certainly is...intimidating."

North laughed, wiping up the spit and beer from the counter with a rag. "Yeah, he can be. He brings in business, though, so I can't complain. The ladies like his looks and the men come in for the women. All in all, I win."

Aster snorted, taking a sip of his beer. Jack did the same, looking over his shoulder discreetly at the tall man. Pitch wrote an order down on his pad, his golden eyes looking up to catch Jack in the act. Jack blushed, quickly spinning around. After a minute, he looked up at the mirror behind the bar and froze when he noticed that Pitch was still staring. Jack gulped, all the air leaving the room as he let himself get lost in that stare. Always look at me. Please...always look at me.

Sorry that the first chapter was kinda short! I'm just trying out an idea and seeing how it's gonna go. Please, send a review and let me know what you like, what you don't, any suggestions, critiques, pretty much anything! If anyone would like to co-write something with me, just send me a PM or a review and let me know! I'm looking for a new partner!

Some Australian terms used:

Poofter: homosexual (kinda derogatory, so I wouldn't go around saying it)
Amber fluid: beer
Rack off: get lost
Pommy bastard: an Englishman