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.:To Catch a Shooting Star:.

~A Rise of the Guardians Pitch x Sandy fanfic~ By Leilani-Lily

Life can be unpredictable; one may think they know exactly how it will pan out, but the truth is things don’t always go according to plan. Sometimes changes happen for the best, and sometimes for the worse. No one really know how their life will be played out in the end. And these unexpected turn of event’s don’t just happen to humans, oh goodness no. Even immortal beings face these challenges, it being especially hard for them since they continue to live on for generations. If anything, they suffer with not knowing what the future may hold more than anyone else.

One spirit being Pitch Black specifically.

Never had the man ever thought that in one lifetime, he would be General Kozmotis Pitchiner; the hero of the Golden Age that cast away the fearlings and was beloved by all the Lunars. He never could have believed he would then become ‘the Boogeyman’, a fabled creature that hid under beds or in closets and would snatch children away and gobble them up.

But never, ever, had Pitch ever imagined he would fall in love with the Sandman.

And incredibly enough, have the Sandman fall in love with him.

Yet here they are; the two celestial spirits sitting on the edge of Sandy’s castle, the ocean’s waves lapping at their feet, and the stars twinkling high above in the sky. It was quiet and peaceful, no land for miles around, meaning no light pollution to ruin the view of space. Both heads were tilted up, looking up at the tiny lights that lit up the darkness. It was a comforting silence, a silence that Pitch had grown used to and came to rather enjoy. Sandy’s Guardian friends were rather boisterous and, quite honestly, annoying to Pitch. But with Sandy, everything was calm and relaxing, which is what he preferred.

Pitch’s eyebrows furrowed as he though more about Sandy’s companions. No one knew of their relationship quite yet. It wasn’t really something that could be brought up so easily. They were enemies for countless years, and to eventually become companions and then lovers soon after, Pitch was afraid of how the Guardians would respond. It hurt Sandy a little, that he couldn’t tell his closest friends of his new-found relationship. But the sweet, caring man understood Pitch’s feelings, and decided that they would only tell when Pitch was comfortable.

Now together for 15 years, which to an immortal being is but a mere blink of an eye, Pitch had gotten used to their time together, and rather looked forward to it. He and Sandy would have secret rendezvous’, sometimes staying at each others places for days on end. At first Pitch was rather secluded and wasn’t used to physical affection, but Sandy was patient and helped ease the dark spirit into contact. Brief touches of the hand or arm turned into delicate kisses on the cheek, to actual kisses and then… well. The rest is history.

Pitch felt a small, soft hand rest atop his long thin one, making the boogeyman snap out of his thoughts and turn to the golden Guardian. Sandy gave him a loving smile as they locked eyes for a moment, before the rotund spirit tilted his head, a question mark floating appearing out of dream sand. The darker man chuckled softly.

“Just pondering how life is so… unpredictable,” Pitch mused, lowering his gaze to the tiny hand resting atop his, “It’s crazy to think about what we’ve lived through, how both our lives have changed…” He gave Sandy’s hand a light squeeze, his eyes flitted to Sandy’s just for a moment before turning his head back to the stars. He was about to drift into his own thoughts again when he felt Sandy’s eyes burning into his body. The dark spirit turned his head back slightly, noticing the Guardian smiling, looking at him curiously and scooting closer. More question marks floated over his head. Pitch smiled.

“It’s nothing Sandy, really,” he shook his head, “nothing to trouble your little head about.” But apparently that wasn’t a good enough answer for Sandy. The Guardian scotched closer to Pitch, faced him directly, and placed both his hands on the dark spirit’s shoulder. Sandy then rested his head on his hands, and indirectly on Pitch’s broad shoulder, and looked at him inquiringly, his eyes sparkling with playfulness. Pitch looked at the short spirit amusingly for a moment, before a soft snort escaped his lips. He shook his head once again and turned his face to the lights twinkling above.

“Well,” he began, “I was thinking about the Golden Age… How I was a General, and you were Sanderson Mansnoozie, the best shooting star pilot to ever exist…” Sandy rolled his eyes and shook his head, but Pitch interrupted, “No no, you truly were, don’t even deny it.” Pitch held up a finger, causing Sandy to finally shrug his shoulders and accept the fact.

“I was thinking how I fell to the darkness eventually, and how I shot down your shooing star all those hundreds of years ago…” Pitch felt his heart contract for a moment before swallowing it down and continuing, “How I became ‘The Boogeyman’ and you became ‘The Sandman’. How we were enemies for so long… and now…” Pitch looked up to the sky as if asking for guidance and strength for what he was about to say next. Sandy noticed Pitch’s pause, and almost questioned him about it before Pitch spoke up again.

“I can’t help but think about how different our lives might have been if I hadn’t been taken over by the fearlings. I never would’ve shot your ship down and stranded you on Earth, I never would’ve become a being ever child feared, I never would have pulled my arrow back on that fateful night and…” Pitch couldn’t continue, the memory of killing Sandy that one night shook him. Sandy’s own heart sank, watching Pitch’s face contort with sadness, anger, and hopelessness. The Guardian brought up on hand to gently rub Pitch’s back, the other grasping for his hand. The only sound was the waves gently washing up on the shore before Pitch continued.

“I think about the past and wonder how you could possibly forgive me, let alone begin to love me,” he sighed, “My love for you can’t even begin to make up for the wrongs I have done in the past… I find it almost unbearable, how lucky I am to be with you, yet I feel as if I don’t deserve it; I don’t deserve to be happy…”

That was enough for Sandy to hear. The golden man immediately flew in front of Pitch and clasped both hands into his. He placed both hands over his chest as he worriedly looked at his lover. Pitch looked appalled as Sandy began shaking his head over and over again, millions of sand images speeding over his head. Pitch could feel Sandy’s heartbeat beating wildly against his chest.

“Sandy, Sandy calm down love,” Pitch pulled away one of his hands to graze Sandy’s cheek, “I can’t understand what your saying when you talk so fast,” it was hard not to crack a small smile seeing his rotund Guardian so distraught after hearing what he said. Sandy stopped shaking his head and looked Pitch in the eyes before taking a deep calming breath. Finally entering himself, Sandy began ‘speaking’ again.

Multiple images came over his head, him pointing and gesturing with his hands in his silent language. To others it may be confusing, but Pitch has known Sandy longer than anyone, and was quick to pick up the secret tongue. An ‘X’ appeared over his head, followed by his shooting star ship, then two mini figures of Pitch and himself drifting away. A recycle sign then appeared, then the two men holding hands. What it all meant made what Pitch thought was his non-existing heart flutter.

If Pitch hadn’t turn evil and never shot down Sandy’s star ship, then the pair would most likely have never met. And Sandy knew the love that he received from Pitch was worth all the wrong doing’s done before. Sandy would do it all again in a heartbeat if meant he could be happily in love with his Nightmare King.

Pitch had to remind himself to breathe. Sandy’s hand once again clung to Pitch’s, the golden man’s eyes shining with love and hope. More symbols began flying over Sandy’s head. Another ‘X’ above an old calendar, and a clock zooming forward in time. A question mark appeared, but he shrugged his shoulders happily. Then a dozen little golden hearts appeared as Sandy brought Pitch’s hand up to his lips and gingerly kissed his knuckles.

Pitch shuddered pleasantly, not only at the soft touch of his lovers lips, but by what he said. The past was the past, but Sandy said to look towards the future. No one really know what the future may hold, but it doesn’t matter. Because Sandy was going to stick by his side and love him no matter what.

The dark spirit’s eyes were wide at this proclamation of love. And the gentle kisses on his hand only made his cold heart hammer against his chest. Sandy continued his work, peppering his palm with his lips, kissing each long, slender finger multiple times, each pad on the very tips.

Pitch couldn’t believe how lucky he was. To have such a loving and understanding partner by his side. He never thought he’d be able to find love again after his wife and child died, but here Sandy was, promising his heart to him and vowing to stick with him through thick and thin. He had to do something. To show how much he loved the little man.

“… I want to tell them.”

Sandy stopped his butterfly kisses and looked up at the taller man, tilting his head as though he didn’t understand what he was saying. Pitch didn’t hesitate to say it again.

“I want to tell them. The Guardians. I want to tell them about us.”

Pitch suddenly grabbed onto Sandy’s hands, making the shorter man silently gasp and his heart leap into his throat. Could… Could this really be happening?

“I want to tell them how much I love you. How much you mean to me and how I’m going to love you until the end of time. And if they have a problem I don’t care. Not anymore. I want everyone to know that you’re taken, and are mine and mine alone. That I am the lucky bastard who apparently did something right in his lifetime to ever have you as a partner.”

Sandy’s face was fully hot and red, his heart soaring upon hearing those words. Without a moment’s hesitation, Sandy sprung onto Pitch and knocked him over in a hug, sending both spirits lying flat on the beach, Sandy on top of Pitch. Chiming rings of laughter filled the air, Sandy being so joyous at what Pitch said and felt. Pitch couldn’t help but chuckle himself, a little surprised at Sandy’s surprise attack, but too happy to care.

You could even say he was over the moon.

Sandy continued to silently giggle as he looked at his lover square in the eye, his eyes crinkling with glee. He slid his arms up to Pitch’s face and cupped his hands to his jawline. Pitch sighed peacefully, looking up at the ray of sunshine before him, the stars twinkling in the distance behind him. A cheeky grin began to form.

“You know, the stars truly are beautiful tonight,” he mused, bringing a hand up and brushing it into Sandy’s hair, “but nothing bring me more joy, or is more marvellous than the shooting star before me now.”

Time.  His perception of time was so different from Pitch’s.  Pitchiner saw long games and far-reaching consequences.  He’d learned patience, being trapped with a diamond dagger-point in his chest for ages uncountable.  Pitch’s view was linear, staccato, one ticking clock-strike after another.  Pitch needed everything NOW.

And when Pitch could not have what he wanted, and what it turned out that he NEEDED, Pitch diminished to the point of disappearance.  The Boogeyman now was a mere whisper on the wind, a fleeting half-caught image in the corner of the eye..

Millennia of existence, moments of heightened awareness.  Pitch had taught Pitchiner, completely unconsciously, to view time in moments rather than in aeons.

Moments the Nightmare King would lose, other than his memories, if he allowed Pitch to fade.

Holding Pitch in the palm of his hand and licking his cock from the base of the shaft to the tip, with an extra swirl of the tongue between and behind his balls.

Debating the concepts of the power of fear versus the idea of fear, said debate demonstrated with teeth and claws on couches and in beds and up against walls over the course of weeks.

The inexplicable delight that Pitch tried to hide under irritation and anger when Pitchiner first experienced a thunderstorm.

The startling display of almost-affection Pitch had shown him on a memorable occasion.  Pitchiner had come across Pitch sitting dejectedly with both his robe and skin in tatters, after yet another attack by the traitorous Nightmares he had once commanded, tears he could not hide streaming from his eyes.  Without thinking, Pitchiner had licked at the bloody wounds and scratches on Pitch’s back.  Pitch had looked back at him with a stunned and piteous expression before leaning in and extending his own long tongue to give Pitchiner’s nose a delicate lick in return.

Pitch’s bony hips cupped in Pitchiner’s lap, Pitchiner’s cock embedded in Pitch’s ass, Pitch’s gangly legs dangling over Pitchiner’s thighs as the giant bounced his favourite fucktoy up and down, listened to the curses and hisses as he milked Pitch’s cock in one hand and kept both Pitch’s hands trapped above his head in one of his own, Pitchiner biting and sucking between shoulder and collarbones in rhythm with his thrusts.  Pitch going boneless and limp as he came and screeching like a pinioned barn owl when the head of his cock became too sensitive.  Pitchiner being able to HEAR Pitch’s toothy smile, a smile Pitch would hotly deny, when Pitchiner released his own orgasm like an onrushing tide inside him.

The pained looks Pitch would give him when Pitchiner interrupted his reading, when he came up with ploys to get him away from studious pursuits and into carnal ones.

Kisses that devoured, kisses that let one be devoured.  Thin-lipped kisses with teeth and tongues.  Hard kisses that thrilled, soft kisses that shocked.

These moments could not disappear.  Pitchiner would not let these moments disappear.

The giant turns on his booted heel and makes his way down the tunnel.

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Snow whirled in the whistling wind and slammed into the windowpane with a vicious rattle, jolting Coz awake and sending Pitch flying off his chest and onto the living room floor.

“What THE FUCK?!? Must you channel a horse and buck me off just when I was getting comfortable?”

“Sorry, babe, let me give you a hand up”, Pitchiner said apologetically as he sat up on the couch and helped Pitch to his feet.  He then pulled the smaller man into his arms and buried his face in Pitch’s chest.  Pitch found himself in the awkward position of leaning over Coz’s head with no idea where to put his hands.  He settled for loosely crossing them over the athlete’s back and lacing his fingers together.  Not quite a hug, but a silent acknowledgement of the apology.

They stayed like that for a few minutes until Pitch’s own back started to spasm from the odd angle and he had to change position.  He wriggled cat-like out of the embrace and sat himself down unceremoniously on Pitchiner’s knees, facing him with a vicious glare.  “So… are you going to tell me about it?”

“Another nightmare,” Coz muttered.  “You died.”

Pitch sighed dramatically, disguising his concern under shades of sarcastic irritation. “What happened this time?” he bit out, dragging out the words huffily.

“I don’t know!  This was really, really weird.  I didn’t see you die this time, you… You were just… gone.  And I had to find some magic way to bring you back.  So there was this wizard, and he said something like…”

“Something like ‘if you stay right here at this spot in this cave until the end of Time, you can keep him alive forever’... was that it?”

Coz’s eyes narrowed. Pitch waited a moment before saying, “I’ve had that dream too.”

A long few moments passed and then Pitchiner spoke.  “I needed to get a dump truck and a pickaxe and transport the cave somewhere…”

Pitch interrupted, his words sounding like a litany or an incantation, “Stone by stone…”

“Shadow by shadow,” Pitchiner countered.

Without thinking, they both leaned in at the same time and bumped heads painfully.  Pitch scrambled to his feet and hissed, “If we’re going to inflict mutual injuries upon each other, can we PLEASE do it in a horizontal position that isn’t as narrow as this hell-couch?”

The dangerously sentimental moment had passed.  Coz bared all his teeth in a frightening, yet winning smile and replied, “My, you’re insatiable lately, dear.”