Hey amigos! This is my first man on man story, so please review with helpful (not mean) comments. If you don't like man on man, don't read. It's rated M for a reason.
Prologue
Pitch Black was possessive.
A simple statement really, but it means so much. Many would believe that Pitch would act unloving and violent towards any lovers he might have. However, that was not the case. Pitch deeply cared about whoever he allowed to enter his life. The Nightmare King longed to have a lover who would submit to him out of love, not fear. In return, Pitch would spoil his lovers with passion and love. This is exactly why is possessiveness grew over the centuries. People who Pitch completely cared about would walk out of his life and leave Pitch with an awful feeling of despair and emptiness. He vowed to not let the next lover be taken away from him each time he was hurt.
Pitch Black was also obsessive.
Once Pitch had found a possible person to spend the rest of his days displaying affection to, Pitch would become a unhealthy version of obsessed. His desire was to know everything about is prey before he had the person is his arms. He would lose sleep due to endless nights of watching his victim sleep. He would lose sanity due to having his future lover be the center of his thoughts. He would lose goals, plans, and power all due to his obsession over one person.
Pitch Black was simply a deadly mix of possessiveness and obsession. And that is where our story begins.
Pitch's heart raced with adrenalin has he stood in the shadows of Tooth's place watching the Guardians take on his Nightmares from the stupid excuse of a sleigh. He smirked, knowing today was is first strike in his rebellion against the Guardians. Golden eyes watched the red sleigh crash down with amusement.
"This is my cue," Pitch whispered barely containing his excitement as he slipped in to the shadows.
"Tooth! Are you alright!" Pitch listened to, with displeasure, the fat man named North making sure his comrade was okay.
"They took my fairies!" Tooth flied around with despair "And my teeth! All of them! Everything is gone! Everything!"
Pitch continued to watch as a small baby tooth flew to her mother, waiting for the right time to pounce-
"I have to say this is very, very exciting." Pitch said calmly walking out of the shadows. "The big four all in one place. I'm a little star-struck. Did you like my show on the globe, North? Got you all together, didn't I?"
Pitch smiled as Tooth flew to attack him, he quickly transported to another location. He and the four Guardians began to bicker, them making pathetic excuses of insults while Pitch rebutted smoothly. Then that's when golden eyes landed on him. Jack Frost. Pitch had only heard rumors of the snow imp. The Nightmare King's breath hitched as the sun lightly fell on Jack's white hair, looking like freshly fallen snow. He took in the boy's bright blue eyes framed by dark lashes and is oh so pale skin. Jack had a young, innocent look on his face.
"Hang on... is that Jack Frost?" Pitch decided to make clear he has spotted the young spirit. "Since when are you all so chummy?"
"We're not." Jack responded, looking slightly scared. Pitch's heart flew as he heard the young boy, with his perfect voice, that he is not allies with the Guardians.
And that is where the obsession began.
As the occurrences with Jack Frost became more frequent, Pitch's obsession for Jack grew. When Pitch surrounded the winter imp with his nightmares, he was captivated by the slightly scared look in his blue eyes. Later, Jack blasted away Pitch's rain of shadows with his ice lightning, Pitch was turned on by the power Jack. displayed. Pitch began to attempt to pin the Guardians against Jack by making it appear that Jack had betrayed is cheery friends. When it actually worked, Pitch was over joyed by his success and quickly followed the spirit to Antarctica. There, he was so close to having Jack by his side until the good part of Jack kicked in. As Pitch knocked him down the gap in the ice, he'd vowed to rescue his Jack as soon as he knocked the petty Guardians out of the way. However, Pitch came to release he had underestimated both Jack's power and good will. He never thought that he would be cowering under the Guardians and Jack.
"You can't get rid of me! Not forever! There will always be fear!" Pitch cried out, hoping to strike one last ounce of fear into the souls' of the Guardians.
He in turn had fear, not fear of losing his power. No. But he had fear of not seeing Jack again as he was pulled under the earth by his own fears. As the nightmares attacked him in his own house he repeatedly cried out for the winter spirit. Voice growing horse, and eyes growing watery. He had let another person leave his life. Again. The attacks his body got began to decrease as nightmares began to grow bored of their new play thing.
"Jack..." Pitch cried hopelessly into the darkness as the pain began to overtake his senses. "Come...b-back."
