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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 4: The Secret of the Dreams

"Make those dreams come true."

Pitch blinked at the younger male holding him. He didn't expect that much confidence in him upon (technically) their first encounter. But he loved it. His groin agreed, starting to rise underneath his robe.

"Of course, my little winter prince." Pitch pressed his lips against Jack's, earning a delighted smile. He laid his dream catcher-free hand on Jack's lower back and tilted his head to the right to gain more access to his mouth. Jack parted his lips, silently asking Pitch to go further.

Jack couldn't believe what he had started and didn't want to end. He clutched the back of Pitch's black robes. He stood on his toes and pushed himself more against Pitch's body. He felt Pitch's erection against his stomach. Pitch swiped his tongue slowly across Jack's bottom lip. Jack shivered in delight.

Pitch abruptly broke the kiss, but still held Jack, a thin trail of saliva connecting the two males.

"But first, we'll have to take a little trip, if it's okay with you." The grey man looked down at Jack, scooping into his arms, bridal-style. Jack smiled eagerly, slithering his arms around the older man's long neck. He held his staff loosely, trying not to accidentally smack his host. "Don't worry about your staff, Jack. You can put it down when we get settled." Jack could only imagine where Pitch was taking him, which was more of a turn-on that he anticipated.

Before he was ready, Pitch covered them in his shadows and they were transported to another section of Pitch's home. It was a large room with high mirrors on three of the walls, and a door leading to a balcony on the fourth wall. There was also a door leading to another room that Jack assumed was a bathroom. A black and grey rug of a beautiful swirled design took up most of the floor. In the middle sat a large, well-kept bed with matching black sheets.

'Satin,' Jack thought. 'Classy. Sexy.' He reached up and started to kiss Pitch's cheek playfully, pulling his head down so he wouldn't have to strain his neck. Pitch stepped to one of the black framed mirrors.

"I take it you like it. Now let's see what we can do about your clothes." Pitch dropped Jack, with his back facing him, onto the edge of the soft rug, hooking the hem of his blue hoodie with one of his slim fingers. Jack raised his arms as the hoodie was being pulled up his body and over his head. He felt those same warm hands from his dream inspect his chest. Pitch took the staff from Jack and set it up against the wall. Jack looked into the mirror and saw Pitch against him.

He studied their bodies together. Pitch still had his robe, and Jack his pants, but he was amazed at how well they looked together. Pitch's dark grey skin and Jack's white skin; so different, yet so good together.

'Wow, so not the time,' Jack mentally slapped himself. He could think about what their actual relationship was in the morning. For now, he only focused on Pitch and what he had to offer.

Pitch stepped back from Jack's back and slid his robe off his shoulders, down his arms. Jack stopped breathing for a moment. He was breathtaking. His slim body was stuffed with muscle; Jack's eyes ran down Pitch's reflection. His blue eyes stopped at the man's waist. He hid the rest of his body under black fabric. Pitch restrained himself from moving forward too fast.

Jack turned to face Pitch directly. He knew what Pitch's plan was: to tease him until it breaks into messy, fantastic sex.

Jack was teased long enough. He dropped to his knees at Pitch's waist and tore through the soft fabric. No underwear was part of Pitch's plan. Pitch's length stood up in Jack's face – he was much bigger than he had thought. Jack blushed deeply. He attached his mouth to the treat and began licking up and down, making Pitch tremble slightly.

Jack wasn't sure what he was doing; but if it was enough to make the Boogeyman shiver, he must've been doing it right. Jack coated Pitch with his saliva and looked up. He saw that Pitch was still restraining himself from fucking Jack's mouth. Jack popped off of Pitch's length.

"Is this okay?" Jack asked sweetly.

'So fucking innocent,' Pitch thought. He grabbed the boy and tossed him onto the bed on his back.

"It's perfect, Jack," Pitch smirked. Jack loved it when Pitch said his name. He hovered over Jack, one hand on each side of his head. "Perfect," Pitch purred into Jack's mouth between hard kisses. Jack dragged his arms across the back of Pitch's neck, grabbing a fistful of black hair. The older man let go of Jack's lips and noticed the firm tent in his pants.

"Pitch, stop staring and get them off!" Jack demanded. Pitch did as he was told and jerked the brown pants off the white body.

"How far do you want your first time to go?" Pitch asked the virgin boy under him.

"All the way. Finish what you started." Technically, Jack had started back on the bridge, but he wanted Pitch to have total control.

Pitch smiled wide and started to lick two of his fingers and placed them at Jack's entrance.

"This may hurt at first, but trust me, it will get much better, Jack." Jack nodded as Pitch slipped one finger inside the small hole. Jack moaned – he was so tight and pure. Pitch moved his finger around and slowly pulled out, this time adding another finger. He widened the hot flesh, scissoring his fingers to make more room for himself.

When Pitch thought that Jack was ready, he positioned himself.

"Jack, I want you to look at me when I put it in." Jack did as he was told, a tear started to form in his eye.

Pitch slammed halfway into Jack. The tear rolled down Jack's cheek. Pitch kissed it away.

"Don't worry, Jack, you're okay," Pitch assured him, going deeper into the younger male. Jack was panting softly. He had never felt anything so good in his life.

"More! Fuck, please!" Jack begged, his hands gripping the sheets.

Pitch started moving, working in and out of Jack's body. It wasn't long before Pitch hit Jack's prostate. The boy tensed up and screamed in pleasure.

"Ah, Pitch!" Jack's body tightened around Pitch as he came hard onto the grey stomach and chest. Pitch came after him, filling the close space.

"Jack!" When he was finished, Pitch pulled out collapsed on Jack's side, trying to regain his breath. Jack snuggled close to Pitch and soon fell asleep. Pitch kissed the top of Jack's white hair and covered them with the black sheets before falling asleep.

Hello Again!

I do hope you enjoyed it ^u^

For clarification: the events in the movie are the results after the events in this story.

I wrote it that way for a good reason that you will all know eventually! ;) (It's a secret!)

Maybe when this story is finished I'll write a sequel to this that takes place AFTER the movie?

Comment below if you think that'd be acceptable!

Update will be soon!

Thanks a Bunches!