Jack was running for what seemed like hours now. Endlessly running. Trying to get as far away from something that he knew he could never truly escape. He knew he could fly, get further away from the problem that he faced, but couldn't quite bring himself to lift off the ground; he needed the pain and exhaustion the he was currently feeling to numb the feeling of utter despair and heartbreak that torn through him. The winter spirit fell to the floor, letting out a gut retching sob and grabbing great handfuls of snow only to throw it back down. Then he heard something behind him, a rustling noise from amongst the bushes.

"Who's there?" Jack yelled, trying to cover the fact he had been crying. He heard a low chuckle ring out around him from seeming no where and everywhere at once. "Show your self!" He yelled again, slowly rising to his feet, looking around to see if he could locate the noise.

"And I thought you would recognise me... how sad," a low voice said smoothly, a voice Jack knew all too well: "Pitch,"

"Ah! So you do remember me! I feel so honoured!" The King of Nightmares called out mockingly as he appeared in front of the boy. Jack scowled, really not in the mood for confrontation at this priciest moment. Even so, he still braced himself for the attack that was sure to come, thinking about how he could counter one and get the upper hand as quickly as possible.

"What do you want Boogieman?" Pitch stepped closer, leaning slightly to try and meet Jack's eyes.

"Why, can't I just take some time to visit my favourite Guardian?" Jacks eyes widened slightly, not quite sure what to make of this half-answer.

"F-favourite?" He stuttered slightly, seeing something in Pitch's eyes that he couldn't quite recognise. The boy wanted to leave, to fly away, he had had enough drama for one day, yet something seemed to keep this there; it was that look in the Boogieman's eyes, there was something about it that made his whole being seem different.

"Why am I your favourite?"

"You're the only one who knows what it's like to be so completely alone," sadness flashed across those amber eyes for a split second before the man continued. "The other immortals aren't like us, they have close ties with each other or with the Guardians. We were never given that luxury." Jack was about to contradict that comment, saying that he was close to the Guardians now but kept his mouth shut, knowing that it had only been a recent thing. His previous 300 years had been in near complete solitude.

Jack stayed silent for a moment. Not moving, not talking, not doing anything to move away or closer. The thick silence quickly grew, making the two spirits feel slightly uneasy.

"Is why you did it? Is that why you gave me my memories? Why you asked me to join you?" The winter spirit said, face scrunching up slightly. Pitch sighed and lightly places his hand on Jack's cheek, brushing any remaining tears from his eyes.

"Yes... I have always felt a kind of kinship towards you Jack. I ad wanted to reach out to you before but never had the chance. The offer still stands you know, if you ever feel like you need to be with someone who understands what it's like to be alone," he said, the tone of his voice stirring something deep inside of the boy.

"What about the whole 'world run by fear' thing? What about the Guardians?" He said, beginning to feel conflicted and confused, wanting to help the man yet, at the same time, reluctant to lose the life he had grown so fond of. Wait... Why was he even considering joining Pitch!? He wasn't serious, he couldn't be! His emotions were just fogging his mind. Yeah, that was it. His earlier upset was effecting is decisions and ability to think straight. Still, he may as well hear the man out.

"There is no more 'world run by fear' idea Jack, and I wouldn't expect you to leave those you hold so dearly now," Jack knew he should definitely leave right that second, yet he found himself unable to move. This was bad, very bad. How could he be buying this? But, then again, there was a certain sense of sincerity in his voice, something that sounded kind and understanding. He couldn't leave that.

"What made you change you mind?" He said questioningly, wanting to hear what he would hope was the truth, hoping that it would either give him the ability to leave or a reason to stay.

"There's a certain something about being trapped by ones own nightmares that will change ones perspective on their own life. Also, I have begun to find that fear isn't the only thing I need to thrive. After my attack on you and your friends, children started believing in me again. Not all of them feared me, they just believed and that was enough." Jack was speechless and his heart began to speed up slightly making him feel light-headed. He couldn't stay, he couldn't let himself get any closer to the man in front of him. This fluttery feeling was dangerous, he had to forget it.

"I-I should go..." He muttered, still not finding it in himself to leave. Pitch nodded, feeling slightly disappointed with the boys decision to leave him. Neither moved for a moment, the Nightmare Kings hand still rested on the boys face. Then something inside him snapped and on and act of impulse he quickly moved forwards, kissing the boy on the lips gently. Jack's eyes widened in surprise, making the older of the two quickly pull away, apologising for his behaviour.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"No, it's okay," and with that, Jack planted a long, hard and – dare he say it – passionate kiss on the man's lips. Sealing the deal.

A/N: Whelp, this is my first Pitch/Jack fanfiction (or BlackIce as some call it), now I hope you enjoyed the first chapter even thought it was a bit messy in my eyes. I already have a full plan for this fanfic and it will include smut, MxM, BlackIce, JackRabbit, Mpreg and hopefully some feels.

Now my lovelies, review if you want some more, it encourages me and makes me happy and, yes, the next chapter involves smut ;)