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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 5: The Dream Awakening

Pitch woke up early, as usual. He blinked his eyes a few times, trying to wake up the rest of his body. His outstretched left arm felt really heavy, and he had a minor headache. He turned his head and saw a patch of white hair in the crook of his neck. He trailed his eyes down the figure and found a pale skinned arm covering his torso. His mind went blank. Without disrupting the person clinging to him, he sat up in his bed the best he could. Clothes strung across the floor and a wooden shepherd staff next to one of the wall mirrors across the room.

His eyes widened. Memories of the previous night flooded his head. Jack Frost. Pitch Black. Alone and naked in his bedroom. He shot his eyes back down at the boy. Jack was still here and sleeping peacefully. He wasn't frightened by their intimate encounter. It had been much shorter of an experience than Pitch would've liked, but he didn't know how much the boy could handle. Jack may be energetic, but his stamina was weak, and he gave up quickly. Still, he did deeply treasure their first night together.

'But with practice, we could go on much longer,' Pitch thought to himself. He rested his head back on the pillow and looked towards the high ceiling. He remembered how much he had to restrain himself – from the moment Jack saw him (just as he had wanted in the first dream) to the traditional bed sex. Hopefully, he would get the opportunities to show Jack all his little tricks. Pitch smirked.

'For Moon's sake, I'm like a rabbit in heat,' Pitch concluded. Since he had been cliché enough to tease his partner then sex in bed other than some place different, why not make a very cliché breakfast for his guest? 'Pancakes sound good.'

Pitch wormed his body out from underneath Jack's arm and head, careful not to wake his little sleeping beauty. He started with freeing himself from the sheets, leaving his body bare, but Jack's still covered. He hooked his leg on the outside edge of the bed and pulled himself out. Jack's arm and head was dragged from his body. After what felt like all morning, Pitch was finally free. He stood up and studied the winter spirit's face while sleeping. Jack squirmed against the black satin, getting comfortable in the large bed only he now occupied.

The corner of Pitch's mouth twitched to a smile. He picked up their discarded clothes and folded Jack's neatly and laid them on a nearby desk. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dream catcher lying near Jack's staff. Pitch picked it up and held it in his hand. With his own robe, he threw it into the adjoining bathroom, where he found clean clothes, this time adding underwear, and put them on. He slipped the dream catcher into his pocket.

Pitch left the bathroom and tiptoed back to the bed. He leaned down and pecked a kiss on Jack's forehead before leaving a small note on the folded clothes and leaving the bedroom for the kitchen.

Jack didn't know what time it was his eyes opened. There was a soft glow of light coming from the French doors to the balcony. He'd have to check that out later. He didn't notice the pretty crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling when he came in.

'Well that could kill someone in their sleep,' he thought. Jack tried to sit up and groaned in the process. His hips were sore from the night before. Jack beamed and covered his face. He didn't know what to make of it. He scratched his head. What did this make them now? Pitch was better than Jack had expected. For now, he was physically impressive. Who knows what he'd learn about him later on?

With that in mind, Jack managed to scoot to the edge of the soft bed and viewed the room. Now that his head wasn't flooded with sexual thoughts, he saw that the room was elegantly decorated. The rug matched the walls perfectly, and the wall mirrors polished nicely. One of the nice wooden desks had a pile of his clothes neatly folded.

Jack stood up and made his way to the desk. He saw a note.

"Jack,

I made breakfast downstairs. Ask for Onyx to escort you.

-Pitch"

"Onyx?" Jack asked aloud. Awkward clomping sounded behind him. His body went stiff and his back straightened. He turned and saw the same black horse from yesterday, watching him with a black robe hung for him in its mouth. "You're Onyx?" Jack questioned the horse. No response. "Okay, one for yes, two for no."

He received a single clomp of a hoof as an affirmative.

This, Onyx, was just standing absent-minded behind him, with what appeared to be one of Pitch's outfits.

"And you don't care if I'm naked?" Two stomps. Onyx took a step towards him and lifted the robe. "Thanks, Onyx, but I already have my-"

Onyx huffed out her nose as a warning.

"Okay, fine," Jack took the oversized fabric and slipped his arms through the sleeves, making sure to cover his lower regions. He turned back to the mirror, with Onyx over his shoulder. "Is this really okay?" The sleeves went past his fingers, and the bottom trailed behind him. One clomp.

"Do I have time to check out the bathroom, or whatever is behind door number two?" Jack gestured to the door on the other side of the room. Two clomps. "Then let's go get breakfast, Onyx." Onyx led Jack out of Pitch's bedroom.

Pitch set at his plate of chocolate chip pancakes and sliced fruit on the granite island in the middle of the kitchen. He put down the book he was currently in the middle of and put on his reading glasses. There was a small slam against a wall nearby. He heard the tiny pitter-patter of feet skipping into the room; then nothing.

"Good morning, Ebony," a black cat with a fluffy tail leaped onto the counter across from Pitch. Ebony mewed and sat down. Her bright emerald eyes looked curious as to why her master was up so early.

"He's still asleep, so I thought I'd make breakfast." Ebony lowered her petite body onto the table with her paws in front of her and squeaked as if to say 'Really?'

"I know, very stereotypical, but we both know that breakfast benefits everyone involved." He took a bite of his pancakes and sipped his coffee. Ebony crooked her head to the side, looking away from him.

"Oh, come now. You knew I was planning on having a guest over. One night alone won't kill you." He extended his hand towards her and she rubbed her face against his fingers. "That's a good girl."

Pitch felt the dream catcher press against him. He pulled away from Ebony and fingered the trinket in his pocket. As one of the Guardian of Dreams, it was his job to know what children are dreaming and how to improve them whatever way they can. But he didn't feel it was right to invade Jack's privacy.

'I did it last night, what's the harm in seeing it this morning?' Pitch drew the dream catcher out of his pocket and studied the circular center. He expected to see some erotic recap of them – but instead saw nothing but white.

Jack hadn't dreamt of anything. Pitch wasn't sure if he should be worried or not. He wondered if it was something he did or if it was just a night of no dreams. Then again, he had tired Jack pretty quickly last night, so maybe his brain was just too drained for dreaming.

His thoughts were interrupted when Ebony jumped up and growled at the entryway. Onyx strode into the kitchen, followed by Jack - wearing his robe? Onyx glared at Ebony.

"Good morning, Jack. I trust you slept well?" Pitch stood up and grabbed a plate for Jack's pancakes.

"Morning, and yes, I slept very well," Jack stood awkwardly while watching the older man flop breakfast on his plate. "Chocolate chip?"

"Yes. I hope that's alright?"

"Mmhmm! Who doesn't like chocolate so early in the morning?" Pitch chuckled at Jack's attempt at humor, handing him his plate and inviting him to sit with him.

"By the way, whose idea was it for you to wear my robe?" Pitch took another bite of pancake, exchanging glances between Jack and Onyx.

"She insisted," Jack shoved his face with the chocolaty goodness. Pitch waved his hand and Onyx disintegrated again. "So I've already met Onyx this morning, and who is this?" Ebony purred loudly, having the spotlight put back on her.

"This is Ebony. She's a bit of a diva." Pitch smiled at his cat scooting closer to Jack with interest. Jack held out his hand for Ebony who immediately took the offer and attacked his flesh with her furry face.

"She doesn't feel . . . sandy. Like Onyx," Jack pointed out, stroking Ebony's soft fur.

"That's because she's not made of sand like Onyx. She's a real cat." That surprised Jack.

"How long have you had her?" Pitch thought a moment.

"A few years. I found her abandoned in the forest when she was just a kitten. We kind of just, clicked." Ebony started to nibble at Jack's pancakes. "Ebony, get down." She pouted (but obeyed) and hopped off the black-and-silver speckled table. Jack laughed at the face she seemed to make towards Pitch and finished his pancakes.

Jack didn't know how long he had been sitting next to Pitch after breakfast. Pitch wasn't as scary as he looked, which he liked. Pitch was sweet, sexy, and smart. Jack had never thought that way about anyone in his life, and it only made the grey man that more attractive. His golden eyes were much more captivating in person, and his jet black hair looked like it needed his hands in it. One slender finger rubbed against the side of his ceramic coffee mug. Pitch paused from speaking about something and looked at Jack.

"Hmm?" Jack asked, snapping back to reality.

"You know, when you wear black, it makes you look paler." Pitch smiled at Jack delicately and witnessed his face get visibly red. "It's really cute when you blush, Jack."

Jack pulled his arm up from his lap and placed it on Pitch's arm. He softly pressed his cool lips against Pitch's warm ones. Pitch's eyes fluttered closed and accepted Jack's affection.

Hello Again!

I do hope you enjoyed it! ^u^

This chapter took me longer to write . . .

The sexual tension and the awkwardness of the morning after gave me so much writer's block.

Btw, my cat, Ruby, inspired me to create Ebony!

Sorry for the delay!

Update will be soon! (Hopefully sooner rather than later)

Thanks a Bunches!