So this chapter is a little bit longer, and does have some sexual scenes (no sex yet, sorry!). Enjoy!


Jack slept well that night, but had a strange dream. It was not of Sandy's doing, as there was no golden sand above his head, and it wasn't one of Pitch's nightmares, as it was far too pleasant.


Pitch! You in?" Jack called, diving into the cave. A nightmare appeared to him, seemingly wanting Jack to follow. Cautiously, he did, padding lightly down the corridor to the sitting room. Pitch heard the returning hoof beats and called out from his room.

"Jack? Is that you?"

"Yeah, just dropped in to talk." Jack responded. He assumed Pitch was writing at his desk.

"Come on back here, we can talk while I work." He replied. He heard the wind pick Jack up, and he felt the chill as it dropped him at Pitch's side. He looked up from his parchment, giving a slight smile.

"How have you been, Jack?" He asked.

Jack smiled and leaned on his staff.

"Pretty good. Whatcha writing?" He asked, trying to decipher the words.

"Is that even writing?"

"Not English. It is a language older than I, and as far as I know, only the Man in the Moon, Sanderson, and I understand it anymore." He said, finishing his writing and dropping the quill in the ink well. He stood and looked down at Jack, seeing as he was a whole head taller. Jack blushed a little at their closeness, and stepped back quickly.

"Sorry, I didn't realize we'd be so close."

"No need to apologize, Jack." Pitch said. He watched Jack, clearly trying to read his fears, and Jack just stared back, feeling like an open book. He finally looked away, and Pitch furrowed his brows.

"You have one fear that really gets my attention, dear Jack." Pitch said, trying not to sound predatory. Jack bit his lip and blushed, knowing exactly which one he was talking about. He was afraid of liking Pitch in the way that he did, and he was afraid that Pitch would be disgusted.

"Oh, Jack. There is no need to fear that." Pitch said as if reading his mind. He stepped closer to Jack and took his chin gently, turning the boy's face towards him.

"Because I share your feelings." Pitch whispered, pressing their lips together. Jack was surprised, but happily kissed back, leaning his staff against the desk and wrapping his arms around Pitch's neck. He parted his lips for Pitch when he felt his tongue at his cold lips. He shuddered at the warmth that flooded his body, and the dark, rich taste of Pitch. His mind wandered, wondering if Pitch tasted like this everywhere, but his thoughts were cut short by Pitch pulling away. Pitch smiled at Jack, a true smile.

"That was wonderful, Jack." He purred, knowing his warm breath would make Jack shiver. Jack did, but he kissed Pitch again after, wanting more. He pulled away suddenly when he realized his pants were tight. He blushed and pulled away, pulling his hoodie down.

"S-sorry."

Pitch saw all this and smirked.

"Don't worry, Jack. I can take care of that." He purred, palming the bulge in Jack's pants.


Jack woke up with a gasp. He was aroused, just like in his dream and he thought back to it, moaning. Pitch had been out causing nightmares when he heard a familiar voice moan his name. He furrowed his brow and walked silently towards the sound. He almost gasped out loud when he saw Jack, his back against a tree and his hand pumping his hard length. Jack moaned again, moving his hand faster, imagining it was Pitch's.

"Pitch!" Jack cried out as he came hard, his white seed blending in with the snow. Jack lay there panting, regaining his energy. When he did, he wiped his hand clean in the snow, then pulled his pants back up, securing his ties and his belt. Pitch was in the shadows, fighting the urge to go out and take Jack right there in the snow. He was aroused, and transported himself into his lair, going straight to his bed. He lay down and took care of himself, playing back the beautiful sight he had just seen. He came hard, Jack's name slipping off his tongue as he did. He cleaned himself up and lay back down, basking in the afterglow of his pleasure.


Though this was for the Guardians, no one checked up on Jack after Sandy had threatened Pitch, and Jack doubted that they would. He pushed that thought away, thinking of Pitch. He was nervous about seeing Pitch after his dream, and wondered if he would give anything away by his actions.

Pitch entered the clearing, taking a deep breath. He found Jack in his usual spot, and greeted him as usual.

"Hello, Jack." He said, giving his usual small smile.

"Hi." Jack said, jumping off the tree branch he was perched on. He was nervous, and trying his best to act natural.

"These past few days have been, well, for the lack of a better word, enjoyable. It seems as if we have formed a sort of friendship." Pitch said, looking at Jack, who nodded.

"Yeah, I'm really glad we're not enemies anymore. You're really great company." Jack said, smiling. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all.

"Come, let's have drinks at my place." Pitch said, heading off towards the entrance to his lair. It was a windy day due to Jack's nervousness, and a sudden gust of wind pushed Pitch's robe apart and making it flow out behind him, revealing his lithe form to Jack as he walked by his side. They both gasped, and Pitch quickly secured his robe to block out the winter chill. Jack looked at Pitch, seeing if he was annoyed or angry, but seemed fine. They walked on, until another gust of wind pushed snow in their faces.

"Don't you control the wind?" Pitch asked, blocking his face with his arm.

"I can when I need it, but I'm not doing this!" Jack said. He was as surprised as Pitch when the wind decided to pick Jack up and carry him away.

"Wind! Put me down!" Jack shouted, angry now, and like a scolded child, it put Jack down and almost seemed to be sulking. Pitch caught up with Jack soon after and looked at him curiously.

"What happened?" He asked, urging Jack to walk briskly with him. They reached the entrance and went in, Pitch brushing snow off himself.

"Honestly, I have no clue!" Jack said, shaking his head. He followed Pitch to the sitting room and sighed. He looked at Pitch, shrugging, and noticed the man shivering.

"I'm sorry, should I leave? Am I making you cold?" Jack asked, suddenly worried.

"No, it was that blasted wind." He said, going to the kitchen to get their drinks. He returned with them and after giving Jack his, immediately sat and took a sip. He looked over at Jack to find the boy watching him.

"Again with staring at me, Jack? Hasn't anyone told you it's rude to stare?" Pitch asked, teasing the boy. Jack blushed and took a sip of his cocoa. He stared into his cup, well aware of Pitch watching him.

"Hypocrite." Jack muttered, and Pitch laughed.

"Sorry, but your blush interests me. You blush a light blue." He said, still watching Jack. He nodded and touched his cheeks.

"I also get colder. I hear from others that their faces heat up when they blush, but mine gets cooler." He said.

"Interesting." Pitch said. He lolled away into the fire, lost in thought. He wondered if Jack's blush spread over his whole body like some people. He was jolted out of his thoughts by Jack standing and going over to the bookshelf. Pitch stood and walked over, standing next to Jack.

"What do you like to read?" He asked, and Jack smiled, pulling 'Call of the Wild' by Jack London off the shelf.

"The classics are the best in my opinion, but I do like the Harry Potter series, and The Hunger Games weren't bad either." He said.

"Though this is one of my favorites." He added.

"Yes, London is a good author." Pitch said with a nod.

"Have you ever read any works by Edgar Allen Poe?" Pitch asked, pulling 'The Raven' off the shelf.

"Yeah, but I'm not a fan of the really dark stuff." Jack admitted.

"Not many are." Pitch said, putting it back.

"And seeing as your center is fun, I understand why you don't enjoy it."

Jack chuckled and put his book back as well. It was then that he realized how close they were standing and his dream came back to him, making his breath catch in his throat. He could feel his blush and he backed up a few steps.

"Why the sudden fear of being close to me, Jack?" Pitch asked, turning to the winter sprite. He chuckled as Jack blushed deeper and didn't meet his gaze.

"Are you afraid of me? That I might hurt you?" He asked, and Jack shook his head.

"Are you afraid that you might hurt me?" He asked, this time taking a step closer. Again, Jack shook his head, backing up a step. He looked up at Pitch for a second and gasped as he met his gaze no more than a foot from his own face.

"Or are you afraid of your feelings, Jack?" He asked, his voice low. Jack gasped and fled, leaving Pitch surprised and alone, frost slowly creeping across the floor from where Jack had been standing.