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Rise of the Guardians, Jack Frost X Pitch Black (aka Black Ice).

This is the sequel to my previous chapters in Dream Catcher, and takes place after the Rise of the Guardians movie! It is rated M for mature content (do not take lightly), and there will be emotional moments. You have been warned; read at your own risk.

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Chapter 13: Remembering Old Dreams

"Why did you come back?" Jack's heart stopped and he jumped back, holding out his staff in defense towards the raspy voice. Pitch twisted his body and rested his chin on top of the armrest and eyed him distrustfully. Onyx quickly disintegrated, leaving the two males alone in the study with the level of tension reaching all the way to the high ceiling.

"P-Pitch, what are you talking about?" Jack felt his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Pitch's tired, worn-out face was somewhat of a relief to see after the madman inside him being released. He never took his icy blue orbs off of Pitch's golden ones.

"I mean, you overall kicked my ass, you drained all my energy with the lack of children's belief, you destroyed the plans that took years to create in a little under four days, and you became a goddamn Guardian. Are you expecting me to happily welcome you with a plate of cookies or something?" Pitch closed his eyes and looked away.

Jack's stomach tightened. There was no reason for Pitch to be mad at him for that. He had to help protect the children of the world!

He looked back at the dream catcher in the case. Jack sighed quietly. He needed to get it and go, but he figured a discussion of recent and past events was inevitable. He turned back and started inching his way through the room to a plush reading chair across the occupied couch.

"Look, I'm not here to hurt you any more than I already have. I'm not even expecting you to be okay with me being here. But I want to clear up any misunderstandings you or I may have had. Can I do that much?" Pitch didn't say anything.

"What do you mean?"

'Oh boy, where do I start?' Jack thought. This kind of situation brought his memories back to almost fifty years ago. He shook his head and tried to organize his thoughts. He seated himself in the oversized cushiony chair opposite of Pitch.

"Well, for starters, sorry I kicked your ass so badly up there. Guess I just got caught up with my first believer and felt like I had some new authority." Pitch's poker face was impeccable. Jack couldn't tell in Pitch thought about forgiving him or not, or if he was going to suddenly get up kill him right on the spot. Nevertheless, he continued. "Also, I'm sorry for what happened between us. You were right. I was acting like a child, you were doing what you felt was right, and I should have listened to you. In the end, you gave me the answers I desired so badly. So, thank you, and, I'm sorry it took so long for me to say it." Jack stopped there. He felt is voice starting to choke up, and didn't want to end up crying in front of Pitch.

Pitch closed his eyes and said nothing, resting his forearm over his face. Jack studied Pitch's body – slim and muscular beneath his robe, if he remembered correctly. Pitch's stomach rose as he inhaled deeply and flattened as he sighed. Jack looked down at his hands.

"You're welcome." The voice was almost inaudible. Jack shot his glance up. One perfect topaz-and-gold-flaked eye stared down at him from under the long arm. A net of butterflies were released into Jack's stomach and he felt his face beginning to flush.

"So, yeah. I guess that's it . . ." Jack didn't know what else to say. His mind was drawing a blank very fast at the sight of the weakened spirit. The man's captivating eyes and erotic voice had slightly turned him on.

'No! Now is NOT the time!'

"I was your first believer, Jack. I always have been. I was hoping you'd see that and trust me." Pitch shut his eye. "Even a little." Jack had never seen Pitch so . . . emotionless. He couldn't tell what Pitch was thinking or feeling and it was starting to get on his nerves.

"I did trust you, Pitch. But with our relationship getting stronger by the day, I didn't feel like I was ready for it. Like I said, I was childish and didn't listen to you."

"Do you still trust me?"

Jack realized he had a firm grasp on his wooden staff beside him. He loosened up and raked his fingers through his hair.

'Do I still trust him? Can I trust him again now that I know what we've both been through?'

"Yes." Jack brought his knee to his chin. It was like Pitch was stripping the new guardian of his self-esteem. Pitch chuckled at the boy's response. Jack's abdomen tightened started to tingle.

Pitch was so vulnerable. He had no strength left in his body to put up a fight. He displayed himself on the couch in a way that would make anybody have the urge to pounce on him. He was so helpless in this state.

Jack silently slid off the chair and took a step towards the man. With every step, his heartbeat quickened.

"Pitch?"

Jack got no reply, but he knew he was heard.

"Do you mind if – ," Jack loomed over Pitch. Pitch peeked under his forearm and saw Jack standing above him. " – I – ," Jack carefully traced his fingers down Pitch's long jawline.

Jack stooped down and gently pressed his cold lips to Pitch's warm ones.

Pitch did nothing at first. He was too shocked at Jack's sudden actions; but he gave in.

Pitch reached his hand to the back of Jack's neck and pulled him down so their mouths merged more and returned the kiss. Jack steadied himself on the backside of the black sofa with his free hand to stay balanced.

Pitch nudged his tongue against Jack's bottom lip, begging to re-explore as much of the boy as he could before his body gave out of exhaustion. Jack approved and parted his cold lips. He shuddered at the feeling of the warm wet muscle inside his mouth. His length strained against his thin pants and he moaned softly at the friction.

Jack felt Pitch's smirk against his face. It was like Pitch needed Jack again. Needed to see him, feel him, love him.

Jack's thoughts got pushed out of his mind when Pitch left his pale face and started to speak again.

"Stop freezing my furniture, please." Jack glanced up and saw that a pattern of white frost had spread from his palm to almost the entire backside of the couch. He lifted his hand off, surprised at what he had done without realizing it. "And I'm sure you're not here to apologize for something that happened half a century ago and make it all better with physical contact, no matter how pleasurable it may be."

Onyx huffed over both of them and nudged her nose against the top of Jack's head. She didn't seem happy with how things were turning out and was acting like an overprotective parent.

"Pitch, I –"

"Just get what you need and go, Jack. I'm tired and I really don't want to deal with anything concerning you right now." Pitch closed his eyes again and returned to his sleeping position.

'What the hell is that supposed to mean?' thought Jack, hurt that Pitch would say such a thing. He turned away from the man and followed Onyx to the clear case. She unlocked it with her sand and Jack scooped it off its stand. He shoved it in his hoodie pocket.

Without another word to Onyx or Pitch, Jack sped through the spacious study, over the stone bridges and out of the opening he came from in to the light of day.

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Jack was incredibly angry. He took the time to make his way down to that nostalgic nightmare, dared to enter Pitch's home, apologized for his behavior in some pity argument, and kissed Pitch! And the man STILL kicked him out!

Jack knew Pitch wanted him. He knew that Pitch was suffering without him. And Pitch would rather deny his feelings than confess.

Jack's mind raced with ideas of how to get Pitch to admit he needed him back. He's done all he could as far as getting through to Pitch with his words and mind.

Now he might have to take it up a notch. But how? No way was Pitch going to get let loose so easily. He was Jack's first believer and first love, for Moon's sake!

Jack's stomach tightened. Pitch was the first person he truly loved, besides his sister and family. He thought of things Pitch liked and made him happier.

Food, nightmares, children's fears, darkness.

Jack exhaled slowly. He also liked Jack.

Jack wasn't a very good cook, and didn't quite agree with Pitch's morals, as shown by Pitch's recent defeat, but he could use himself as a tool to recapture the man's heart.

"I'll go talk to North and ask him for advice before I commit," Jack said aloud. He flew through the trees and up into the spring clouds to the Arctic Circle to speak to his fellow friend and guardian.

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Hello Again! ^u^

How long has it been? Two, three weeks?

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

I don't have any news to tell about the story so far, so I'll leave at this . . .

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