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This is my first story, and it is a Rise of the Guardians Fanfic between Jack Frost and Pitch Black! (OTP) This story takes place before the events in the movie. It is rated M for mature content, but there will also be some emotional points in the story. You have been warned.
Thank You and Enjoy the Show!
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Chapter 2: Unforgotten Nightmare
Pitch had just finished his nightly terrorizing and was heading back to his home, this time by foot. He was always amazed by the way the lake near his lair froze so beautifully, and the way the trees were blanketed with sheets of perfect white snow. Winter truly was his favorite season. It reminded him of Jack. He'd seen Jack skating on the surface of the frozen water countless times, mostly by himself, sometimes following the children that would go exploring. He was so good with the kids. He would put on numerous performances with the surrounding environment for them and they wouldn't even know he was there beside them.
That's when Pitch stepped in. He would create one of the child's fears out of his sand and send it through the forest. It would scare the kid and beg the others to go home with them. Eventually, they all ran home screaming. Jack would notice, and follow the nightmare, as if playing a game of chase. Both Pitch and Jack enjoyed that.
His thoughts were cut short when he heard rustling at the top of some of the nearby trees. He was so close to the hole leading to his lair, but he was intrigued by what creature would be causing such ruckus.
"Whoa!" Pitch stopped in his tracks before hiding in the shadow of the tree next to him. The voice above him sounded familiar – Jack! Pitch looked up and barely noticed the wooden staff being swung around the pale boy. His body ached. He wanted to run up to Jack and happily embrace him, but knew he couldn't. Well, he could if he never wanted to see Jack again.
Jack skipped to another tree and settled on a branch in the middle. 'What's he doing?' Pitch thought, glancing up at him, remaining unseen. 'Had he come back for more?' Pitch grinned like a madman, remembering their earlier encounter. He waited at the foot of the tree until he was sure Jack had dozed off.
Pitch silently snaked up the trunk of the tree to a thick branch above the boy and gazed down at him. He looked so peaceful. He almost didn't want to give Jack a pleasurable nightmare. Pitch couldn't help himself. He circled his hand around a handful of black sand and dropped it onto Jack's skinny body to keep him still
He wrapped his leg around the branch to steady himself as he swung down to meet Jack's calm face.
"Jack . . . Did you miss me?" Pitch cooed is Jack's ear. No response. He twisted a long grey finger around a lock of white hair before stepping to Jack's branch. Pitch knelt down in front of Jack, one knee on each side of the boy. Pitch rubbed a finger under Jack's chin and tilted his head up to face his. His long black robe settled elegantly over Pitch's body, protecting him from the outside cold.
"Tonight, Jack. Just a little taste," Pitch pressed his warm lips to Jack's cold neck and kissed softly, careful not to scratch him with his jagged teeth. He trailed little kisses to the winter spirit's collarbone and back up to his jawline. He went a little further and placed his free hand on Jack's thigh, earning a tiny squeak in pleasure. Pitch smiled, thankful for the sand doing its job. He reattached his lips to Jack's neck and sucked gently. Jack's toes curled ever so slightly at the attention. Pitch's hand moved to his inner thigh, rubbing his thumb along the boy's body. 'Just a taste,' he reminded himself, letting go of Jack's neck. He smiled again at the sight of a small bruise on the pale skin. 'No more. If he returns, then maybe.'
"Until next time, Jack."
Jack stirred, almost waking up. Pitch darted from the branch down the hole to his underground castle and began planning everything he'd do next time Jack was asleep.
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Jack bolted out of his sleepy daze and gasped. It happened again! Jack squealed as he tried to remember everything the man had said, everything the man had touched. This time it was his thigh and his neck. He touched a sore spot on his neck. 'Did he . . . ?' Jack sprinted to the icy lake and stared at his reflection. A medium-sized dark blue spot sat close to the base of his neck. Jack's face flushed a deep rosy color. What was this called? Jack didn't know.
By this time, all his attention had been on the mark on his neck, and he almost forgot the feeling in his legs. There had been no contact with his length this time, but his erection was daring to show through his pants. He had to get help. He had to savor these dreams, keep them and lock them away for his own personal pleasure. He glanced at his staff. 'North might have some sort of trinket that I could use to help.'
Jack quickly sped to North's home and workshop in a matter of minutes, thanks to the speed of the wind.
The air around Jack began to cool down to a more suitable temperature for him. North's workshop began to come into view, different colored lights pouring from the many windows. Jack found an opening in the huge building and dashed through it. None of the yetis noticed the winter spirit above their heads. Of course, the one time he wasn't actually trying to break in, they didn't notice him. He already knew where North's office was, so he jumped from rail to rail to the old man's door.
'Maybe I should knock first,' Jack thought, remembering what Bunnymund had said before. He knocked on the wooden door four times and waited.
"Yes, yes, come in." Jack slowly entered North's office, staff firmly held in his hand. He stuck his head in first and saw the big man at his desk with his back to him. Jack completely entered the heated room and shut the door behind him, capturing North's attention. He looked up from his work and looked down to see the Jack.
"Jack Frost? What are you doing here?" North grunted. He was both astonished and cautious of the youngster's arrival.
"I just need your help with something, North. It's kind of important." North slipped a small item stealthily into his top desk drawer, as if Jack might steal it if he turned his back.
"Alright. Sit." Jack did as he was told and slumped into one of the oversized red chairs. He turned his head slightly and saw a model train set running on its own throughout the room. Nothing else seemed too interesting. "What is it, Jack?"
'Beat around the bush, Jack. He doesn't need to know anything specific,' Jack told himself before he spoke. He rubbed his hands together nervously.
"I need to know if you have anything that might be able to hold dreams after waking up." Straightforward and didn't give away too much personal information. Good job.
North looked surprised. Was that it? That's all the kid wanted?
"Let's just say I do. Why do you need it? And why come to me?"
Jack gulped. 'Just give generic answers.' He covered the small bruise on his neck casually.
"I've been getting some weird dreams lately and I want to keep them. Just to know what to expect when I have the dream again." Not a lie. North shifted in his seat. He almost seemed excited.
"Jack, do you know what a dream catcher is?" North grabbed a cookie and nibbled at it, waiting for an answer. Jack shook his head. "A dream catcher, well, catches your nightmares and turns them into good dreams. Very handy for when Sandy isn't around to save the day," he laughed at his own joke. "It just so happens that I've been remodeling a dream catcher for some time now."
North pulled the item out of the drawer and set it gently on his desk. Jack just stared at it. It wasn't any bigger than the size of his hand, and had black and gold strings forming an unfamiliar pattern in the center.
"But I'm not getting nightmares. The dreams I want to keep are already good dreams." Jack blushed slightly.
"Ah ha! But that's where it starts to get good! I've been making little modifications to it so that the dream catcher does just that! Turns nightmares into good dreams and saves all the dreams you chose! And, if you ever want to remember a dream, it will play the desired dream back into your head!" North laughed as if he had just discovered a new element.
"Perfect, North! Would it be too much to ask if I could test it out for a few days?" Jack bolted up out of his seat, happy that what he needed to remember the man of his dreams was within arm's reach.
"Of course, Jack! If it works, I can make one for every child in the world!" Jack grabbed the dream catcher and tied it to the base of the crook in his staff near his head.
"Thanks, North!" Jack ran out of North's office and through the closest door of the workshop, sprung into the sky. He couldn't wait to see if the object worked!
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The black mare swiftly made it to Pitch's home, bearing great news. Neighing and whining, she told her master about Jack's encounter with the Easter bunny, North, and the dream catcher.
"He wants to remember our encounters?" Pitch smirked. "Well well. I guess we'll have to make preparations for our little guest, then." With a quick flick of the wrist, the horse disintegrated. In seconds, Jack's face was molded into the sand above Pitch's palm. His heart softened at the sight of the charming face. The Boogeyman crept into the shadows to fix and finalize his plans.
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Hello Again!
I do hope you enjoyed it ^u^
I was really surprised by the feedback of my last chapter! 3 (I squealed)
Anyways, I don't know exact days when I'll be updating, but it will be as soon as possible!
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