Already typing the next part of this. BECAUSE I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE JACK! *literally having a fangasm* THIS IS FANTASTIC!

WARNING THIS IS EXTREMELY OUT OF CHARACTER. BUT IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY.

OUT OF CHARACTER FOR REASONS OF HUMOR. Because Jack would never EVER do anything this ridiculous.

My Final Wish - Chapter 2

Jack sighed happily in his sleep. He had finally fallen asleep. After years of not even taking a nap he had decided it might be nice to lie down for a few hours and do nothing but dream. Sandy was even nice enough to sprinkle a little sand over his head to get the process started. He left as soon as Jack was under, and now Jack was sleeping peacefully.

He wouldn't have been able to see the blue mist floating near him. He would have no idea that his dream was changing because of someone else's influence. Aziron grumbled miserably, letting his magic seep into the sleeping spirit, before fading away to go answer to another wish somewhere else in the world.

Jack Frost moaned quietly now in his sleep. The dream had shifted drastically to an area he wasn't particularly specialized in.

He had been running around in the midst of a wonderful snowball fight with the kids in Burgess when it started. They had been running and playing and laughing. And then suddenly Jack heard a voice. It wasn't unfamiliar to him- he knew that voice.

He stopped and turned his head in the direction the voice came from. The woods. Near his pond. But, for some reason, the pond wasn't his concern. It was that voice. He knew that voice.

"Pitch?" he whispered, floating away from the kids. He breezed through the trees, scanning every dark shadow and every dark corner. He wasn't seeing anything, and for some reason that was upsetting him.

His heartbeat jumped to a sprint, his breathing was coming in short shallow gasps. He heard the voice again. "Pitch!?" he shouted, spinning around desperately, looking for him. Why couldn't he see him? Where was he? He could hear him, why couldn't he see him?

"Pitch!" he shouted again, now running in his search for the King of Nightmares. He was panting heavily. Where was Pitch?

He found an empty patch of earth- he knew there should have been a bed there. But there was nothing. Just that empty patch of dirt. Gasping, he ran to the earth and began slamming his staff down into it. He ripped chunks of earth away in his desperation, chunks of ice flying free. He needed to see Pitch! He needed to see him and touch him and kiss him and- damnit, PITCH!

Finally the earth exploded under his blows. The hole in the ground sent light spilling into the tunnels below. Screaming, Jack dove down, flying as fast as he could to find Pitch. He heard the voice again, and it sent chills down his spine.

Zooming back and forth, he finally spotted the tall, dark, incredibly handsome man standing near his globe full of glowing lights. Yes! "Pitch!" he shouted, tackling him to the ground in a violent tumble of limbs.

He grabbed hold of his head as they seemed to fall endlessly and shoved his lips into the Nightmare King's. Yes, yes…! Pitch! He kissed him desperately, practically wailing as he continued feeling their legs tangle around and his back slam into the ground, then float away, then slam into it again. The kiss was so violent; Pitch was savage in his response- he was kissing Jack so hard it felt like his mouth was on fire. And Jack wanted more of it. He screamed against those lips with desire.

Pitch, Pitch, Pitch; he couldn't get enough! Every touch, every taste, every breath- none of it was enough! He wanted more, more! Jack kissed viciously into those incredible lips. He pushed and pushed and pushed until he was swallowed by darkness, the only thing coming to him now were the sounds of his screams of ecstasy.

Blue eyes flying open, Jack's body jolted up into a sitting position. He grabbed hold of his forehead, gasping and panting and sweating and needing. He didn't understand what just happened. Was it a dream? He licked his lips. He felt hungry. Hungry for what?

"Pitch…" he whimpered, sliding his hand down his face to his chest. He held his hand there, clutching over his heart. "Pitch," he breathed the name again. The feeling of that name flowing over his tongue and lips sending happy chills throughout his entire body.

Jack felt giddy. He felt excited. He felt dizzy. Because of Pitch. He smiled excitedly. Pitch, Pitch, Pitch! Jumping up to his feet, Jack was overcome by one thought.

"I gotta see 'im! I gotta find Pitch and tell him!"

He bounced around excitedly. All he could think about was Pitch! He didn't understand why, but he didn't need to. He wanted to find Pitch. No, scratch that, he needed to find Pitch! It was a consuming, soul eating NEED.

He moaned softly, stopping dead all of a sudden. He felt hot. Why did he feel hot? An image of Pitch flashed across the back of his eyes. He moaned again- the wave of heat that image brought. Pitch was making him hot. That was it.

Jumping around again, Jack found himself continuously moaning and grinning. He felt crazy excited. Mostly crazy. He couldn't explain this feeling. But it was like Pitch was the best fucking thing ever and he had to go get himself some!

He fell forward, tripping over himself. Wow, Pitch sounded fantastic right now! He felt like he wanted to touch Pitch's teeth. He didn't know why his teeth, but they kept up in his head. He grinned wide- he wanted to feel Pitch's teeth on his body. He wanted Pitch to bite him!

Laughing, then moaning again, Jack hopped up. He had to get to Pitch! He just had to! Maybe he should tell North or the Guardians about how great Pitch was. Yeah, he should totally do that!

But if he took the time to see the others, that would give him less time with Pitch.. Jack furrowed his brow as he tried to think. Only one thing kept coming up, which made thought impossible- Pitch.

Pitch was awesome! Jack felt like screaming it from the rooftops. He wanted to hug Pitch and tell him how incredible he was. Jumping up and down excitedly, Jack couldn't wait to see Pitch. He ran around in circles a few times before calling to the wind.

"Take me to Pitch!" he shouted at it, so happy he could die. Pitch, Pitch, Pitch, Pitch, Pitch, Pitch! He just couldn't stop saying that name! It was fantastic! The way that name just flowed through the air perfectly.

He laughed openly. "When I have babies I'm naming them all after Pitch!" he shouted to no one. "I'm gonna have Pitch's babies and name them all Pitch! They'll be beautiful Pitch babies!" He wooped excitedly, flying as fast as he could through the wind.

"Here I come, Pitch!"

And I was smiling while typing that entire segment. OH MY GLOB, What did I just turn Jack into? HAHAHAHAHA. THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL.!