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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.

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Chapter 3: Déjà Vu Dreams

Pitch Black thought about all the years he had watched over Jack and his little sister when they were younger. He had long forgotten her name, but he knew she was important to Jack. He promised to himself he would try to remember later. He remembered how carefree Jack used to be, but at the same time caring and protective for the children, especially his sister. He dragged his big hand through his hair. It seemed like they were always together – him, Jack, and his sister. He liked how Jack performed a dangerous stunt for the amusement of the children and put a touch of fear onto their hearts. Those moments always caught his attention. Ah, the simple days. Now, Pitch had to be careful where he went, making sure to stay out of Jack's way.

He thought about what his animal nightmare had enlightened him about. How the winter spirit now possessed a dream catcher.

'If he really wants to start keeping his dreams, he wouldn't let go of the knick-knack the fat man gave him so easily,' he thought. He constructed his mare again, gave her specific instructions, and sent her on her way.

"I do believe it's time," Pitch whispered, watching his creation ride up into the outside world.

Jack Frost zipped through the town of Burgess, his home for almost 300 years. He froze drinking fountains and made roads slippery. He even started a worthy snowball battle with some of the elementary school kids. It was a shame he didn't visit often. Then again, no one saw or believed in him, so why did it matter if he visited often? He busied himself throughout the day, only stopping to get a quick rest from flying around. Soon, it had begun to grow late in the afternoon. On one of the barren rooftops, he looked out over his eventful city and sighed.

"Now what?" he asked aloud, as if to expect an answer. As usual, there was none. He flipped his blue hood onto his head and crouched down on the edge of the building, keeping himself steady with his staff.

He was excited for the evening. He received his new dream catcher and was going to try it out when he fell asleep. But for now, how did he want to kill time? He didn't want to disturb the year-round guardians that were hard at work, and he had already invited himself into the homes of the once-a-year guardians.

The bruise on his neck started to bother him. It was healing, but it was a pain. The color had changed from a blue-black to more of a blue-grey, but it was still in a pretty noticeable spot on his neck. He wondered if North had seen it when he wasn't covering up. The image of his mystery man appeared in his mind. He closed his eyes and let his imagination take over.

Jack had felt something sharp on his neck beneath those inviting lips. Maybe his teeth were that shape? Like tiny knives. He shivered unwillingly and gripped his staff tightly. What about his skin? In his dreams, it seemed to blend in with the black background. Dark grey skin to match those perfect golden eyes. Jack blushed deeply. He wanted to touch that skin; to feel it against his own. He wanted the man's hands against his body, like he had done before. Jack remembered the previous night when the man gripped his thigh, very close to his groin. His heart raced, and his already body-hugging pants tightened around his hips. His growing length begged to be free from its constricted home, but Jack resisted. Something in his head was stopping him from continuing.

Jack opened his eyes and saw his dream catcher brightly lit in its own white light. He panicked and took the trinket in his hands. Inside the threaded circle, he saw same the golden eyes.

'It even picks up daydreams?!' Jack freaked out, not wanting his fantasy as part of his record. He gave up trying to erase it and let it dangle along the side of his staff. Jack rubbed his eyes, once again, attempting to calm himself down. He'd have to report that little issue to North next time he saw him.

Suddenly, there was a quick tug at his thin staff. Jack shot his eyes open to see a black horse made of . . . sand? It had his dream catcher in its mouth! The animal calmly looked back at him, beckoning him to follow her if he wanted it back. Jack misinterpreted and charged at the horse, ready to shoot dense frost out of the end of his weapon. He followed the trail of black sand rapidly through the hectic streets and over peoples' heads until he came to the edge of the forest. The trees around him grew thicker as they raced deeper into the woods. They flew past the lake to a small open area. The black creature swooped down straight into the hole in the center. Jack didn't hesitate.

He jumped into the dark hole, not expecting the sharp twists and turns to the grey floor below. Stone bridges connected different tunnels and rooms. Large metal cages hung from the high ceiling. Jack scanned the wide room for any signs of the horse, but he found none. He cautiously lowered his weapon and actually observed the castle-like structure. 'Where am I?'

The interior was pretty dull in color, but at the same time, had that atmosphere that fascinated him. He looked over the ledge of the bridge he was standing on and saw an identical passage below him. He leaped to the stone, his landing echoing softly throughout the entire space.

"I see you've finally found me, Jack." A voice boomed over Jack's head. He instantly held up his staff in defense for whatever may come. The little hairs on the back of his neck rose, suddenly becoming aware of who was speaking.

"I haven't found you yet," Jack admitted quietly. He looked around frantically, floating from bridge to bridge.

"My my, eager this evening aren't we?" Jack savored every sound the man spoke. A slender shadow crept up behind him. Jack's heart stopped. He slowly revolved around.

A few steps ahead of Jack stood a tall man. Dark grey skin, piercing golden eyes, thin tempting lips that parted slightly to show white jagged teeth. Jack did a quick double-take, scanning over the man's body.

"Who-? Are you-?"

"I'm commonly known as Pitch Black, but some people know me as the Boogeyman." Jack blinked in disbelief. "And because of what I can do," Pitch swirled his hand, his black mare appearing beside him with the dream catcher, "I'm responsible for your recent dreams."

Jack's face grew red, embarrassed that this person knew his what he tried hard to keep secret. He could feel his pants starting to tighten around him again. This time it was faster than he expected.

"But, I was not responsible for this interesting one," Pitch picked the dream catcher from the mare's mouth and smiled at Jack. He strode towards the youngster, with a welcoming expression on his face.

"Were you just playing tricks with me? Or was it serious?" Jack asked, careful with his wording. He was taught about "stranger danger" as a child, but something in his heart gave him the desire to stay. His legs refused to move.

"Of course I was serious, Jack. I have been for years," Pitch paused. "You know, if you really wanted to remember your dreams, you could have just come to me and make them a reality," he informed seductively. Pitch stood very close to Jack. Jack didn't step back. He just stared into Pitch's eyes. "I know how you feel about me, Jack; and I believe I can help you." Jack licked his lips.

Pitch took a risk. He gently caressed Jack's cheek with his free hand, his fingertips gently stroking Jack's temple. Jack still didn't back away. Instead, Jack turned his head so his lips were against the palm of his hand. He rubbed the side of his face against the older man's hand.

'Literally, the man of my dreams, is right in front of me,' Jack thought. He glanced down at the dream catcher in Pitch's other hand.

"Pitch?" Jack asked, his voice cracking. He took the object and wrapped his arms tightly around the slim body in front of him.

"Yes, Jack?" Pitch whispered, trying to keep himself from being too forceful. Jack looked up at Pitch, craving more than just a little touch to his cheek.

"Make those dreams come true."

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