This chapter takes place before the events of the movie. I do not own Rise of the Guardians or the characters.
The chilled wind whistled past a homely town. There was a forest and many houses were scattered about with long roads that intertwined around them. The roads were mostly empty except for the occasional car that passed by every hour or so. It was perfect for road hockey games to be played between children of all ages.
As always, the Saturday morning game between several middle school kids took place on a long road by the forest. The sound of children's laughter and scrapes of hockey sticks sliding across the rigid road could be heard. The sounds made the street more welcoming and joyful effect on the street.
Jack Frost sat atop of a brightly coloured rooftop, smiling down at the scene that showed beneath him. He loved seeing others happy in the presence of cold weather. It made him feel as though they were enjoying his own presence, even though no human could see him.
His smile fell slightly when he remembered the fact that after all these years he was still invisible to so many. Though he had tried time and time again to get the attention of many, he never even earned a glimpse from others. He occasionally would hear his name spoken for when children would complain about the freezing temperatures. Though it didn't even seem like they were speaking of him.
It was a happy sight, yet Jack was slightly upset by seeing it all. He'd never had the experience of being happy with others like the children below did. Sure he had fun watching and taking part in games with others, but never being noticed or smiled at by others was difficult.
On this thought, he swiftly came down from the rooftop and walked towards the cheerful scene.
One of the youngest of the kids with messy brown hair received the road hockey ball and dashed towards the opponents net. Laughing when passing someone who appeared to be his older brother. He aimed the ball at an empty corner of the net, making an effort to score.
"Goal!" dropping his stick and throwing his hands up in the air he ran around where the older kids smiled and cheered on with him. Jack laughed as he watched all the others congratulate him.
"Oh whatever, it's just one goal. Big deal." The younger boy looked over to his older brother who made the comment, his smile slightly drifting off.
Jack gawked at the older kid for moment but then reached down to a near snow bank to form a snowball.
"Oh come on, light up. It's his first goal." One of the girls of the group said, nudging her friend in a playful matter.
"So? When I was in grade 4 I-" Suddenly snow hit him right in the centre of his face. Gleaming blue crystals brushed off his face from Jack's hit.
The other kids held in their laughter until all chaos broke loose when Jack continued to throw blue gleamed snowballs at the other kids. Everyone joined in, even the older boy who was covered in snow.
As jack started forming another snowball he noticed the snow here was slightly dirtied.
"Aw gross." Brushing the snow off, he noticed that the others seemed to have realized this too. "Hey wait, the forest near here will have lots of better snow. There's an old tree house too, perfect for snowball fights."
Nobody looked over or acknowledged Jack when he spoke. He rolled his eyes and tapped his staff to the ground, forming ice patterns on the road.
One of the boys closest to the frozen ground jumped back slightly. "Whoa, hey guys, look at this!"
As the kids stopped to look over, they could see the ice patterns continuing down the road and towards the forest.
"Come on, follow me." Jack started towards the forest, looking back to see the kids. They followed him in amazement of the intricate designs and shapes that formed from the path he created. When he reached the snowy ground he continued the patterns but with a blue tint to it, still making it visible to the children. "Here! Now there's lots of snow! And look if you come this way there's this old tree house in the forest, come on!"
The kids were delighted by the patterns up until they looked up to see where it was leading them. They stopped in the snow looking anxiously at the forest.
"Whoa.. what's all that in the forest?" One of the boys said, pointing to the dark shadows and shapes that starting to form around the forest. Shapes of spiders and other feared images formed throughout the forest. The youngest kid gasped and started moving behind the others.
Jack looked to the children's faces and then to the forest where he spotted the darkness that had formed suddenly. Puzzled by the sudden aura that had formed around the forest that hadn't been there before.
The shadows began to outstretch from the forest reaching the snow and heading towards the children.
Some of them screamed as they ran back to the road and into their houses, forgetting of the patterns and snowball fight they had enjoyed.
"Wait no, come back! I swear it's worth going past, you've got to-" Jack froze mid-sentence as he noticed a tall dark figure move towards him from the edge of the forest. Jack tensed slightly, gripping onto his staff.
"Hello, Jack Frost. It has been quite some time, hasn't it?" Pitch Black, the feared Boogeyman, grew closer to Jack with a sinister smile across his pale face.
Jack swallowed, looking into the glowing gold eyes of his newcomer. Though he wasn't afraid of Pitch, he always made him shiver from his eeriness.
Pitch was always appearing to be so nonchalant about him, which Jack found aggravating. Pitch seemed to live a similar life as himself, he figured some sort of recognition from him would be in order. Even on those rare occasions that he was in the presence of Pitch, he barely even received a glancing look from the dark spirit.
Pitch appeared to be a bit more interested in Jack this time, though Jack was upset from what the other had done. He had scared away his chance of being seen by someone.
"Pitch? What the hell, was that you doing all that?" gesturing to the shadows formed in the woods, more offended than nervous. Jack could hear the other laugh at him "Hey it's not funny. Unlike you, I actually want someone to see and believe in me."
Pitch dropped his smile, looking down on the younger spirit "You really don't think I've.." he started with distress in his voice, though drifted off and shook his head. Jack noticed this and questioned what he meant. Pitch went on "They're never going to see you if you waver back and forth. Trying to win them over with games, yet you keep them frozen and shivering in the cold. You do realize cold is connected to darkness and loneliness, don't you?"
Jack was a bit stunned by how much the other actually noticed about himself. He answered, "Yeah but, frost is who I am. That's just how the man in the moon made me."
"Oh and he told you that now?" Pitch questioned sarcastically. He searched Jack's face for any negative emotions to feed off of.
"Well no but.. it's just what I've got to work with."
"Oh come now, you don't have to play by that your whole life. You can twist the rules and have some real fun you know." Pitch, showing some interest in the frost boy for once, looked down to him curiously. "Have you never experienced any heat before?"
Jack read the question in a more sexual manner, though he wasn't sure if Pitch meant it to be so or not. Jack tried to bite back a smile as he shook his head. "I'm sorry, why are you asking me this again? What are you even doing here? Shouldn't you be lurking under someone's bed?"
"Just passing by." Pitch had been bored as of late, simply waiting all this time for his Nightmares to be strong enough for his plan. He figured he would have some fun with Jack Frost. "Don't let it get to your head now, Frost." Pitch said while beginning to walk around the boy, looking him up and down.
Jack's eyes followed Pitch as he moved around him, feeling a bit anxious as he eyed him. Though pitch put him on edge, he didn't quite feel fear towards him. Suddenly cautious of himself, he looked away and tucked his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. He felt his body temperature begin to warm slightly in his face. It was odd to have another person raise his own body heat without feeling angered or scared. It was a feeling Jack wasn't so used to.
"Well then? You never answered my question." Pitch looked to the boy's face noticing he had looked away.
"No. I've just stayed cold." Jack answered.
Pitch stopped behind the snowy haired boy, leaning down to his ear to whisper "I could help you with that you know." His hand began to snake around the other boy's waist, pulling him backwards into his own body.
Though Pitch found Jack to be quite cold, Jack felt as though Pitch was far more warm in comparison to the temperature he was most use to. For some reason Jack didn't move away or struggle against Pitch's hold. He was curious to what warmth could bring to him and also what Pitch had in mind to achieve it. As his temperature began to rise, he felt his own pants begin to rise from his growing hardness. "What do you mean by that..?"
Pitch moved his hand down to the bottom of the hoodie, he moved under the fabric to touch Jack's cold smooth skin. Jack inhaled sharply and lowered his gaze to look at what Pitch was doing. "Oh I think you have an idea of what I mean." Pitch said seductively, feeling the soft skin that lay under his fingertips.
Pitch's touch felt as though he were leaving burns on Jack's skin. He wasn't use to having such heat placed directly on his body, it felt strange yet pleasant. Though Jack couldn't see Pitch's face, his voice itself and hands that searched his body were enticing. He couldn't believe he was so aroused by the other man.
"A bit of this," Pitch said softly as his hand brushed over the other boy's nipple. Jack inhaled making a high pitched noise, his body feeling as though he were in a trance. His hands left his hoodie's pockets and grabbed lightly at Pitch's hand over the fabric. Pitch pressed his thumb over the bud, starting to twirl over it in circular motions. Jack arched into Pitch's touch, clutching onto his own clothing.
"And this.." his other hand began to travel down to Jack's pants, reaching under his clothing. Jack breathed heavily to the side where his cheek brushed against Pitch's arm. His head leaned more into Pitch when his hands had reached down to his arousal.
Jack couldn't believe what was happening. He felt fiery just by the way Pitch touched him. He had no idea he could feel this good, though he felt as though he shouldn't be doing this with the King of Nightmares.
When Pitch began to grip onto Jack's erection, he moaned out loud. He didn't even know he could make a noise like that, he felt dirty, less pure. Though the feeling that was running throughout his body was so sensual and felt so right. He was heated by Pitch and felt weak from feeling so good.
Pitch continued to stroke the other's arousal with a slow pace. Giving tight squeezes here and there while his rhythm began to quicken. He could feel the boy buck whenever he tightened his grip and continued to do so. Listening to the other boy moan made his own erection twitch. He brought his lips down on Jack's neck, kissing him gingerly. He felt the need to go easy on the boy and be gentle with him to bring him pleasure. He didn't know why, but in the moment, he didn't question it.
"Pitch.." Jack breathed, his arm rose above and behind him to grab onto something. Settling for Pitch's hair, he intertwined his fingers into his hair and grabbed lightly onto it. His chest began to heave as his breaths began to speed up just as Pitch's hand sped up.
Pitch moaned into Jack's ear upon hearing his own name said so sensually. His hand that had laid over Jack's chest came out from under the material and grasped onto his hand. Jack linked his fingers with his and grasped tightly.
"Come on Jack.." said Pitch, biting down onto the neck before him. Sucking lightly on the blue tinted skin, his strokes continuing. "Cum for me.."
Jack bucked into Pitch's grip and moaned aloud, his entire body tensed as he reached his climax. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt ecstasy rush through his body. It felt brilliant and burning within every inch of him. Once he felt completely pleased when he was done, he suddenly felt exhausted.
Pitch held the boy as he felt him relax into his chest. He could hear the other boy panting and leaned all his weight onto Pitch. He pulled his hand out from Jack's pants, stretching his fingers out from the stickiness that covered it. Laughing and looking down to it "What a mess you've made Jack, tsk tsk."
Jack looked to it seeing what Pitch had just made him do, coming to realization of what just happened. He just let Pitch pleasure him out in the open. He felt ashamed in the way his body reacted to the other man. Losing control of himself so easily, having his guard down and letting the feared Boogeyman have his way with him.
He retreated from Pitch's hold and his hands raised to his face, keeping his back to Pitch. He couldn't dare to look at him, especially since his face still felt so hot.
Pitch stepped closer to Jack when he pulled away. "You know I've still got my own problem that I expect you to-"
Without a word or even looking back, Jack grabbed his staff and began to dash away from the scene, leaving Pitch on his own.
Whew that was a lot. This is the first fanfiction I have ever posted online. Though I read fanfiction on and off, I'm still pretty new to all this. So please regard me kindly! Reviews would be greatly appreciated.
I intend to make more chapters though I'm not sure how long I'll take to write them, sorry!