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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.

I've gotten a few reviews on previous chapters about Chapter 4. Please forgive me . . . It was the first sex scene I've ever written and I had a nosebleed throughout the entire chapter . . . This one I hope will be more to your liking ;)

I deeply apologize for this chapter being so late! I wanted to get it perfect and it took a while.

Thank You and Enjoy the Show!

Chapter 6: The Secret of the Daydream

Pitch's eyes fluttered closed and accepted Jack's affection. He thought it was nice that Jack led for once, considering all the times he dominated the winter boy in his sleep and last night.

Jack delicately removed himself from Pitch's face. Icy blue eyes met golden yellow ones. Their noses barely touching, Pitch turned his body in his seat to directly face Jack. He placed his big hand on his knee and his index finger brushed across the exposed, white knee.

"What did you call me last night?' Jack asked, his words barely audible. Pitch didn't even flinch at the question.

"My little winter prince," Pitch replied just as quietly. Jack bit his lip and smiled mischievously. He inhaled slowly and deeply, taking in the musky scent of the man in front of him. He leaned over to reach Pitch's ear.

"I don't think I heard you. Please say it again." Jack's hand slid up the front of Pitch's body under the silky robe, his fingers just resting on his shoulder. Pitch's muscles tensed. He could feel his erection starting to grow at the sensitive touches on his torso from the chilly hands.

"My little winter prince," Pitch repeated slowly, quickly catching on with Jack's sneaky game. Pitch moved the hand on his knee to the boy's waist. He nudged his head to the side and met Jack's jawline. His warm breath sent chills down Jack's spine. He gripped Pitch's shadowy cloak at his abdomen with his open hand.

Jack lifted his head, exposing his neck to Pitch's mouth. Pitch dragged his bottom lip down the side of the pale flesh. He felt Jack's racing heartbeat at the base of his neck. He pulled back and studied Jack's neck.

"I see the hickey finally disappeared. I guess I shall have to mark you again, Jack," Pitch suggested.

'Hickey?' Jack wondered, recalling the night he looked into the frozen pond and saw a bruise on his neck. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt Pitch's sharp teeth gently scrape his skin, but not enough for blood to be drawn, then a harsh suction on a soft spot on his neck.

Jack moaned softly, delighted that his hand at Pitch's abdomen curled around the large torso, clinging tightly to him. Jack's arm moved from the strong shoulder to around Pitch's neck, snaking its way onto his hair; he gave a gentle tug at the silky locks, urging him to go on.

A low, hungry growl escaped Pitch's throat. He popped off Jack's neck, praising himself on his work. A large, dark blue patch on the ghost-white skin remained where his mouth had been. With one hand glued to the small of Jack's back, he yanked the boy onto his lap. The space between their clothed bodies lessened rapidly.

"And what am I?" he asked, licking the new mark.

"My Nightmare King," Jack answered, panting between words. He took Pitch's ash-colored earlobe between his pearly-whites and nibbled. Jack's erection stood straight up against Pitch's stomach. They needed to get someplace more comfortable.

"Jack, wrap your legs around my waist." Pitch's voice was a little shaky, but Jack understood and did as he was told. Jack locked his ankles together behind Pitch's back. Pitch hoisted Jack up off his lap when he stood up. Pitch's other hand groped Jack's little ass through one of his robes.

Jack hummed happily at their bodies' friction as Pitch walked. He closed his eyes when shadows covered them.

"I'll let you explore more of my home later, but for now – " Pitch started before dropping Jack onto comfy black sheets, " - you will forever remember this room." Jack opened his eyes and saw the chandelier above him. He still had his ankles locked behind Pitch, but the man straightened up and removed his cloak from his shoulders. It was lighter now than last night, so Jack took a moment to admire Pitch's beautifully toned physique. He unlocked his legs and set them at each side of Pitch's body.

Pitch smiled wickedly, seeing Jack's captivating eyes dart over his body like he'd never see him again. The grey man leaned down, rested a forearm over a head of white hair, and kissed Jack roughly. He ran his tongue over the chilled, youthful lips, asking for entrance. Jack allowed the wet flesh to inspect the inside of his mouth. Their tongues twirled around each other, making both Jack and Pitch moan in pleasure.

Jack dragged Pitch down, their bare chests colliding for a moment. Pitch slithered his hand between Jack's legs to his cock, and palmed him through the thin fabric. Jack groaned loudly at the roughness, making the older man even more aroused. Pitch removed the section of the robe covering Jack's full erection and easily wrapped his long fingers around him. He was cold in his hand, but warming him up could be no problem.

"P-Pitch," Jack muttered. Sweat started to form at Jack's hairline. With Pitch having such a firm grip, he felt himself pulsing in the hot hands surrounding him. The boy just gasped for air. Pitch's tongue left the wet cavern for Jack's nipple, coating and nipping at the pink and perky surface. Jack arched his body into Pitch's hairless muscles, pleading for more. One of Jack's hands was deep in Pitch's hair, the other was gripping the bed sheets like he was going to fly away.

Pitch retracted his arm from above Jack's head and sat up, abandoning the white chest. In one smooth move, he flipped the boy over with his ass in the air. Jack's hands held the satin sheets and dug his lightly freckled face into them.

Jack hadn't covered him in his saliva this time, so he had to use his own way of getting the boy prepared. He waved his hand as a stream of black sand darted to the top drawer of the nightstand and set a small bottle of clear liquid in his hand. He untied the string around the opening and dipped three fingers into the liquid. His fingers around Jack's stiff little cock loosened and he heard the boy breathe. He rubbed his thumb against the skin and Jack inhaled sharply.

"Sweet, Jack Frost," Pitch mumbled, spreading Jack's legs farther apart. He pressed one finger against the puckered hole. Pitch dipped into Jack's body, easily gliding up to his knuckles. He felt Jack tense around him, but no sound was emitted from the frost boy. He curled his finger and gently massaged the walls of Jack's insides. Jack pushed back into Pitch's hand, signaling he wanted extra attention.

He lifted his head up off the sheets to receive air. His mind was chaotic and couldn't think of anything but how good it felt to have Pitch taking his time inside him.

Pitch pulled out just enough to allow a second finger to enter. He started scissoring his fingers and expanding Jack. Once he relaxed, it was much easier to open him up. His ass was flexible and almost inviting for the older man. Jack's toes curled.

"Pitch, please!" Jack looked over his shoulder to Pitch. His pupils were wide and bright blue; Pitch's heart melted before its beat increased. He quickened his pace on Jack's cock, essentially jerking him off before he penetrated his body. Jack panted hard, groaning Pitch's name. His hand was big and hot compared to his naturally cold body. After a few skilled jerks, Jack's vision went blurry. Jack arched his back and stained the black sheets and covered Pitch's hand with a stream his seed.

Pitch cleaned his hand with his tongue and leaned over Jack's body.

"You are beautiful with you come, Jack," Pitch thrust three fingers deep into Jack, while at the same time, starting to stroke him back to hardness. Pitch kissed the nape of his neck, and trailed his tongue down his spine. Jack blushed a dark shade of red and hid his face, pushing back into Pitch's hand once again.

Pitch twisted his fingers inside Jack. Jack moaned quietly in pleasure. Pitch was starting to grow impatient.

"Now it's my turn," he growled hungrily.

He yanked his hand out of Jack's entrance and slicked his cock up with the remaining liquid in the bottle. He gracefully wrapped an arm around Jack's waist, the other on the bed to support his weight, and positioned himself where his hand had been.

Pitch pushed the tip of his member into Jack, going slow instead of tearing through him like last night.

Jack squeaked a sound that Pitch couldn't understand as part of the English language. Nevertheless, he continued to drive into the tight space. Pitch had to hold on to Jack so he wouldn't collapse under him. Jack's cock had returned to full hardness.

Jack adored the solid burning delicacy filling his ass. Pitch had managed to shove his entire cock into the frost boy. Pitch had prepared him flawlessly.

The older man swiftly pulled out, barely leaving the tip in, and Jack groaned at the sudden movement. Pitch plunged back in, and pulled out to the tip. In and out, again and again. Pitch continued thrusting into Jack, the force increasing with each thrust. Jack was repeating Pitch's name until his voice grew hoarse.

Pitch finally hit Jack's prostate. Colors danced and ran across his vision.

"More! Please," Jack begged, longing for that feeling of pure ecstasy. Pitch hit it again and Jack's knees almost gave out. He whimpered at the throbbing in his body and clenched around Pitch ass as he came again, shooting his cum onto the sheets and Pitch's hand again.

"Jack!" Pitch cried, stuffing the boy with his own scorching fluid. Once he had drained himself, Pitch slowly pulled out of Jack. Some of his seed was dripping out of Jack's asshole. Pitch loved Jack even more.

Jack turned over onto his side and lay on the bed, looking up at Pitch. He extended a weary hand to him, and Pitch took it in his own. Pitch dragged the boy up off the bed and into his arms, holding him up with one arm. He bundled up the dirty bed sheets and placed them in a messy pile at the foot of the bed. His legs were ready to give up on him, but he fought through the exhaustion. He set the boy down onto the stainless black bed, his white hair contrasting perfectly to the dark pillows supporting his head. Jack smiled.

Pitch kissed Jack tenderly and lovingly. No tongue, just a simple kiss that sealed them together.

"I love you, Pitch," Jack whispered before falling into a sleep that would last for hours. Pitch pulled up one of the thinner, but clean, sheets and only covered himself up to his waist. He figured he'd let Jack cool down to his normal temperature.

"I love you too, Jack." Pitch followed the boy into a deep sleep beside him.

Hello Again! ^u^

Again, my deepest apologies for this taking so much time!

I had so many ideas, and I just wanted to get all of it perfectly, and I had a ton of school work to do!

GuestSun's Eye: I only read one of the stories you suggested, but I plan on reading at least another one! Yes, Ruby is like Ebony, and she's 3 – a few years younger than Ebony.

*Reviews motivate me and help keeps updates from taking too long!*

Update will be within a week this time!

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