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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Captain_Hook_|_Killian_Jones/Peter_Pan_|_Malcolm, Felix/Peter_Pan_|
      Malcolm
  Character:
      Peter_Pan_|_Malcolm, Captain_Hook_|_Killian_Jones, Felix_(Once_Upon_a
      Time)
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Pedophilia, Triangle_drama, Needy_Hook, Possessive_Pan,
      Hurt_Felix, Manipulation, Humiliation_kink, Blood_Play, Knife_Play, or
      rather, dagger_play, Fellatio, Power_Dynamics
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-10 Updated: 2016-10-01 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6825
****** He doesn't love you ******
by Agirlhasnoname
Summary
     Felix continues his naive idolization of Pan, Peter Pan displays his
     incorrigible deviousness and Captain Hook battles (and loses to) his
     inner demons. All in all; dysfunctional relationships at its best.
     Not trying to romanticize them, they just make such interesting
     stories. (ehem, pwps)
***** Chapter 1 *****
Peter Pan sits in the window, which is so very small in contrast to the large
ship, for a beat and studies the black clad pirate lying in his rather
uncomfortable looking cabin bed. You'd think the Captain of such a nice ship as
this would live a bit more extravagant, but that's pirates for you. The
Neverland king never thought very high of petty thieves; taking what they want
with brute force. Where's the intelligence, the panache, the elegance of it
all? His appeal to games is no secret. Even back when.. When he did not inhabit
his current powers, he always has incorporated finesse and careful planning
into his schemes.
He rests his eyes on the sleeping form again, having drifted a bit closer this
time. The captain's peaceful expression was a very unusual one in the so-
called-demon's presence. Definitely overdue for a shave and a haircut, but of
course the deviously handsome Killian Jones could pull off any look. Pan
scoffed. The pirate had obviously been drinking from the strong, sweet smell
radiating off of him plus the nearly empty flask dangerously close to tilting
over on the wooden floor. He doesn't quite understand how he could be so drawn
to this drunken, vain, self-loathing shell off a man. Killian doesn't worship
him like Felix. He isn't pure like Felix. Hook doesn't really have any of the
qualities the younger-looking boy appreciated so greatly in his lover. They are
rather opposites of each other, and not really on the best of terms. Yet, here
Pan is, in Hook's bed chambers, staring at the sleeping pirate with bright,
hungry eyes.
The stupidly drunken pirate apparently didn't even bother to take off his
leather attire before falling into the current deep slumber. Pan understands
how some women might swoon at the way they fit him, tight around his muscles
and crotch area. A high collar making him appear mysterious, darkest of black
leather signaling danger accompanied of course with the signature razor sharp
hook in place of a left hand. The king of Neverland however does not get
aroused simply at the sight of enticing clothing. He's a bit tougher to
impress. Luckily, Hook has gotten quite good at pressing his buttons, with or
without clothes.
Finally, the boy tires of the waiting game so he sits back in the stool across
from the bed and kicks the pirates shin harshly from where he's sitting. That's
all it takes for the legendary pirate to groan and stir in his sleep. When he
groggily opens his eyes and sees Pan he groans again, loader this time.
"Bloody hell, demon" he mutters, voice rough after his slumber combined with
the night's excessive alcohol intake. "Can't you see I'm busy?" He woozily sits
up in the cot and settles with his back against the wall of the cabin for
support, obviously still a bit intoxicated.
Pan tilts his head with a slightly cocked eyebrow at the man's pathetic attempt
at sounding angry. "Just came to check on my dear old friend.." He drawls out
and smiles an unfriendly smile, displaying his teeth but doesn't let it reach
his eyes.
"You've been drinking rather heavily lately.. Something's got you down?" He
moves to sit on the bed beside Hook, swift and soundless as his magic levitates
him there, still a good couple of inches separating them. "Having lady
problems? Perhaps a certain Emma occupying your mind?" The blonde boy uses a
mocking tone with something resembling sympathy in his facial expression. He
even strokes Hook's leg sickly sweet, pretending to be comforting.
Hook violently moves his body further away from the intruding boy on his bed
and his offending limbs. "You're my only problem, boy. Would you so kindly get
off my ship now?" He growls, seemingly growing more and more sober and alert in
the presence of the dangerous visitor.
Pan just laughs breathlessly. "Why, afraid you might do something you'll regret
if I don’t?" He crawls closer to the guarded pirate again until his face is no
less than a few inches from his own. "Again.." He whispers sensually and smirks
victoriously at the horrified expression the other gets.
Hook meets the cold yet somehow burning eyes of his nemesis and the ever
present pain in his chest doubles as he relives his sins through hauntingly
green color of them. Something about giving himself to the demon tempts him so
greatly even though he's already harboring up to the brim amounts of self-hate.
He feels his heart unwillingly speed up. The boy staring him down can be no
less than the devil. How else would he explain the aching desire for someone
with the appearance of a teenaged lad to his thirty something year old self. It
pains him to admit that the real devil is he himself.
"I would rather die than have your filthy hands on me - again." he spits out,
resisting the impact the boy has on him with every fiber of his body. Pan
smiles and actually retreats to sit down on the cot and leans back onto his
hands. "Sure.. Sure.." A small sigh escapes his lips. "I really just came to
talk, Killian."
The dark-haired of the two, a bit overthrown by Neverland king's sudden change
of tone, squints suspiciously. The boy might be a good actor but the use of his
first name rarely bodes for something good.
"You see I heard a rumor.. About the savior and yourself.. That you poured your
heart out for her but got nothing but a cold hearted rejection in return." Pan
speaks with a dramatic flow of his words. Then adds, suddenly out of character,
with a small smile: "What a complete bitch." The seemingly older man gives the
smiling boy a hard look.
"Watch it, demon" he says sternly. This only results in Pan's smile widening.
"What? And here I thought you'd like me to insult her after the complete and
utter humiliation she put you through.. I could make her suffer for that, you
know." His eyes are practically sparkling with mischief at this point, giving
the other man a good idea of what twisted thoughts might swim around in the
boy's mind.
"I don't want anything but your absence" Hook speaks through gritted teeth,
doing his best not to snap. Pan with his undying smile just shakes his head at
the other's rage being directed at him. "Don't tell me you still have any
respect much less love for her after the way she stomped on your heart? Really,
at the very least, let me do the honor of ripping the shadow off that
bothersome bloke getting in your wa-" The demonic boy is cut off by a fast
forearm pressing at his throat.
"Stay out of it, love" The pirate sneers, pressing harder at the last word,
said with all the sarcasm and disgust he could muster.
"Why captain, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're getting rather
flustered." An evil smirk appears on the leader of Neverland's face looking
unfazed as if there weren't an arm currently pressing at his windpipe. Instead
of retreating, he steels himself and throws the larger man against the opposite
wall almost effortlessly, due to the magic coursing through him. He then takes
the same position the black clad man had on him a seconds earlier, with his
forearm against the pirate's throat. The impossibly strong hold has the other
man immobile and breathless beneath him.
"I think you need something, or rather someone, to ease your mind off of that
woman." He whispers close to the ear of his captive letting his tongue run over
the shell slowly. Pan lets the hand not holding Hook in place wander down the
leather clad body and goes underneath the fabric to tease the skin and trail of
hair just above the other's abdomen. The pirate has now resorted to silence,
letting the boy continue his ministrations as he clenches his jaw to endure it.
Pan figures he's won for this time and grinds down onto Killian's warm crotch
and moves his arm away from the other's throat and settles his hand in a tight
grip of his thick black hair. He pulls on it, forcing the pirate's head back.
In response the man at disadvantage actually makes a sound deep in his throat
to Pan's delight. A small dark blush emerges on the brim of Killian's nose and
spreads outwards his cheeks as he lets out an even louder guttural sound when
Pan tugs harder. The fair haired of the two sighs with content and flattens his
right hand on the dark haired man's head, petting it for a while. Meanwhile his
left hand rubs persistently against the other's hardened member through the
leather pants separating them. This is why the pirate bites his bottom lip hard
enough to pierce the skin while searching the room with his eyes, looking at
anything but the boy in front of him. The blonde boy can't help but to let out
a small laugh. "You submit to me so beautifully, Killian.." He coos in the
others ear.
Killian, having given up the denial of his masochistic tendencies for the
evening doesn't deny it. "Is your beloved Felix not doing it for you anymore?"
He says instead, out of breath, practically panting now. Pan stills his hands
and just looks at the other man for a moment with a sharply cocked eyebrow. He
hadn't expected any retaliation at this point and that one was a particularly
low blow.
Pan decisively shakes it off however.
"Why bring him up.. One young boy not perverse enough for you?" He hisses and
proceeds with a slow lick to the underside of Hook's defined jaw, feeling his
outgrown stubble rough against his tongue. The pirate's body shakes with
adrenaline at the feeling of the demon's saliva and harsh tongue burning hot on
his skin, conversation almost instantly forgotten.
"Kid-fucker" Pan spits out and sets his sharp corner teeth into the neck of his
prey.
The devious boy says it mostly to spite his fiend but simultaneously knows that
the humiliating words will increase the other's shameful arousal. This is
highly evident in the violent arching of the pirate's back and the high pitch
whine he lets out. Pan is more very aware of the hook handed man's weaknesses,
and the true extent of perversion they hold. The golden-haired boy himself is
more intrigued than repulsed by them, as most ordinary folk would be.
"How about.." Pan licks the dark blood slowly oozing out of the freshly made
wound. "..you don't mention my.. partner, and I won't mention yours. Sound
good?" The Neverland king's voice is full of authority as he makes the generous
proposal. Killian can only nod and tries to focus on his breathing as he
receives several more bite marks, crisscrossing along his older faded ones. A
momentary attempt to reach higher powers for salvation, anything, desperately
travels through his mind before he loses himself.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Later, at the lost boys' campsite, Pan is feeling particularly generous and
energized, thus grazes them with his presence. The group of boys welcome him
eagerly and can't wait to share all their accomplishments with their leader.
Their leader listens to a few of them until he decides to tell some stories of
his own. He makes sure to include some where Felix particularly stands out.
Where he achieved something clever, brave or better - barbaric, as to
indirectly compliment him.
The tall lost boy stands a few feet away from where the others have formed a
ring around Pan. He wears an amused expression on his face as he watches his
leader tell his stories with the enthusiasm only a child could have.
When the visit transforms into music and dance assemble as per usual, Pan makes
intense eye contact with his favorite lost boy and lover while his mouth and
fingers focuses on the flute. Felix instantly recognizes this particular look
from his leader.
It is not long after that that they find themselves pressed up against a tree
close to the campsite. All the lost boys already know the nature of their
relationship, so they rarely bother to limit their public display of affection,
though taller of the two sometimes wished they would.
There's a heavy pause in their previously heated moment as Felix had gotten
close enough to Pan to sense a faint whiff of rum. The green clad boy actually
never drank himself, despite common belief as he's taught several of the older
lost boys how to obtain intoxicating beverages from the island. He only ever
got drunk of power. The feeling he gets when he puts someone in their place,
conquers a battle, breaks someone's mind, body or shadow. The commanding lost
boy values these traits of his leader. He loves it when Pan gets excited over
anything really, because usually it's not long till he'll be pressed against
any hard surface with the sandy haired boy eagerly grasping for him. Adrenalin
making his eyes glow in its deep but still sparkling green glory. It never
fails to make Felix utterly breathless.
In this moment however, Pan's harsh smirk and sparkling eyes do not bring him
the joy or filthy thoughts they usually do. There's only one person he knows
with a strong preference for rum and he happens to be deviously handsome and is
the target of Felix's persistent hatred and jealousy gnawing inside of him.
He stops Pan with a light hand on his shoulder when he tries to lean closer
into the taller boy’s airspace again. The Neverland king meets the lost boy's
gaze with a quirked eyebrow, silently expressing the slight confusion of having
been stopped. Felix keeps his eyes locked with Pan's for a few moments until he
can't bear the weight of them and turns his gaze downward instead. He opens his
mouth but closes it again, nervous about confronting the ruthless ruler,
knowing that he's not in a position to do so. But the hurting in his chest
prevails.
"You… You smell like him" he says silently.
The boy in front of him wears an expression of annoyance shortly but changes it
to a smug one. "And pray tell.. Who is this 'him' you speak of?" he scoffs,
obviously not liking being questioned as Felix had predicted.
Felix doesn't know what's worse; Pan off pursuing the despicable, vain pirate,
or having the obvious fact denied to his face. Perhaps it’s that his lover
would cross realms to be with said pirate and if he himself even mentioned that
he wouldn’t mind an expedition outside Neverland, he’s instantly reminded of
the fact of how hard it is on Pan’s magic.
He tightens his fists into balls, trying not to lose his cool, which is on the
verge of being too late.
"That pirate... You promised me you wouldn't" he forces out, his strained voice
letting on just how hurt he really is.
Yes, this was not the first time the king of Neverland had sought companionship
with Captain Hook despite telling his fairly new lover it was the last time. Of
course Felix always forgave him. Of course he did. Who else would he follow?
Who else would he dedicate his entire life to? Who else could live up to the
incredibly high bar the great, god-like Peter Pan has set? No, instead he
swallowed every vague excuse Pan sent his way explaining his behavior. Felix
would grasp for anything that didn't imply that he isn't as special to Pan as
he's made to believe.
"Felix. Your paranoia truly bores me." Pan leans back and stretches to his full
height with an indifferent facial expression to match his statement. It covers
up the fact that he's studying the other's reaction closely to calculate his
next move. Manipulation takes careful measures; luckily he's mastered the art
during his long life.
The tall boy's clenches his jaws together painfully.
Pan sighs and chuckles "Oh do try to look less miserable." He starts to hover
over the taller boy again with some slight help of magic to help him lift off
the ground. Backed up against a cave suddenly, the result of Pan teleporting
them, Felix looks up at him with a look of dismay. His eyes adjust quickly to
the poorly lit location. Pan sighs again, dramatically.
"Fine. Would it make you happy to know that I did see a certain pirate
earlier?" He speaks with his head close enough make the other feel his hot
breath against his face.
"Do you want me to tell you if he's as good as you?" He continues while he
brings a hand up to trace the line of Felix's jaw. The magic he brings to his
fingers makes the otherwise taller boy feel a spark where he’s touched and a
shudder go through his body. He does not want to know what Pan is implying. But
as he opens his mouth to tell his leader just that, a finger brushes against
his lips and shushes him.
Pan presses harder against Felix to make him feel the now hard shaft outlining
Pan's trousers against his thigh. It’s typical of Pan to get excited from
Felix's torment, his sadistic nature shining through. But the latter forces
himself not to react, trying not to get distracted from his hurt feelings. The
boy with magic grabs a handful of the lost boy's dirty blond hair, with little
care, to keep it in place. He then continues his taunting softly into the
other's ear.
"Do want me to paint you a pretty picture of how I fuck him?" Pan growls out
the last two words, punctuation going straight to Felix's dick to his own
horror. The last thing he wants is to picture it, yet the way Pan is talking
about it is making him weaker in the knees.
"N-n-" the lost boy manages to get out before he's stopped again. This time
it's a strong knee rubbing against his crotch that makes him shut his mouth and
screw his eyes shut, still trying to block out the other's weighted presence.
Pan smiles his most insincere smile and revels in just how quickly he can make
the other succumb to his persuasion. He swears the head lost boy, or any lost
boy really, could get their rocks off just from him spilling erotic nonsense in
the right tone of voice.
"He always impresses me with his perfectly proportioned lips and mouth.." He
hums, still right there by Felix's ear. Pan accompanies his statement with a
finger lining the other's lips, feeling his elevated breath against his
fingertips.
He adds stronger strokes of his knee against Felix to coax him into full
hardness. "… so willing to take my cock into his mouth, so eager to please. I’m
always pushing his limits, shoving myself further and further down his throat,
and he barely flinches." Pan’s index finger and thumb presses a motion along
the other’s neck up and down, simulating the movements he executed deep inside
the pirate’s mouth earlier that night.
With that, he has succeeded in his task, feeling Felix swell quickly while a
small whine unwillingly leaves his lips.
Pan still continues in a rougher voice "A harlot, he is. I always make him beg
to be fucked and he happily complies… A filthy pirate; lewd and shameless."
Felix's eyes are well over-clouded at this point and his manhood is starting to
leak onto Pan's leg.
The shorter boy stops and sets himself back onto the ground, returning to his
normal height. He lets out a breathy laugh. Felix feels his cheeks burn as he
fixates his eyes on the obvious stain that he made.
"Oh look at this mess." Pan drops his low lusty tone of voice for a minute in
exchange for a scolding one. He gestures towards the stain on his leg as if
Felix wasn't already looking, to further his embarrassment. The taller boy
looked away to the side, high shade of red coloring the larger part of his
face. The dripping hard-on strained behind cloth did not however falter one
bit. Suddenly Pan is back to pressing him harshly back against the cold
stonewall again.
"Shame on you Felix.. You really are every bit as bad as Killian." Felix moans
helplessly, his body reacting oppositely to his brain. Which is deeply
disturbed that Pan would use … that man's first name. He moves his arm to wipe
away the frustrated tear falling from his eye. Before he gets the chance, the
other boy has caught it and is now trapping both his arms above his head with
some effortless, but remarkably strong, force of his hand.
"You think I'm being selfish." The young ruler presses his body forward once
again, locking the taller boy even more tightly between his own body and the
cave wall. "I don't-" Felix tries to rush out but is interrupted once more.
"You do. Remember. You don't own me. However, I will stop seeing our mutual
friend… That's how much I value you." It wasn't a lie. Felix held all the
qualities he looks for in a leader of his lost boys and a loyal right hand. He
probably wouldn't have to play the games he plays with everyone with his
trusted partner in order to keep him in line. That doesn't, however, mean that
he doesn't want to.
Pan kisses Felix's lips softly and strokes his hair the way that makes Felix
sigh and flutter his eyes shut. Reveling in the feeling of long strong fingers
running through his dirty blond curls, body twitching when the wild grown nails
scrape against his scalp occasionally. He's interpreting it as an apology, and
thus accepts it immediately.
"If..." The shorter boy starts again" …you'd be so kind as to join us one time.
Killian would be over the moon." Felix's eyes flew open, heartbeat increasing
tenfold instantly. He would never fully get used to his lovers ill-timed
surprises or ideas of a good time.
The taller of the two shakes his head violently and struggles against the
other’s steel grip. “I’d rather die.” He forces out through his arousal.
"Come on, Fee… I know you're not exactly fond of the man. Imagine him on his
knees, under your complete command." Pans hand has now found its way inside of
the flimsy fabric of Felix's pants. He runs the hand up the hard length a
couple of times teasingly and watches with intent at the way his lover's breath
hitches and hips tense up in their effort not to buck forward.
"He already dislikes you, give him something to really hate. Make him pay for
Bae." The last words are whispered and float around, repeat themselves in an
echo in the taller boy's head. If there was something the two young lovers had
in common, it was their thirst and talent for revenge. And the pirate had done
some particular unforgivable deeds worthy of death if it was entirely up to
Felix.
"He's disgusting, Pan.." He pants and swallows hard as the hand continues to
stroke him slow but determined, thumb repeatedly sweeping over the head of his
member.
"I know, dear. He's a disgusting, low, excuse for a man. Take this opportunity
to punish him for it." He coos in the other's ear. The Neverland king knows
he's saying all the right things which the strained warm cock in his hand, that
is practically twitching, proves.
He removes his hand momentarily to spit in his palm and then continues to pull
at his lover's dick. The cold saliva smoothing out the friction draws out a
particularly loud groan of lost boy that echoes through the cave. His heavy
head falls forward and lands in the crook of his powerful lover's neck.
Pan sweetens the deal as Felix is feeling as though he's ready to burst at any
time.
"I'll let you put your dagger in him" he murmurs as he reaches down to where
the dagger is safely fastened around the thick of the other's thigh, giving the
sturdy rope a tug. The high ranked lost boy's eyes darken, now showing genuine
interest in the scandalous proposal.
"I'll..-" He starts, but Pan will always be faster "You'll make him bleed."
Appealing to the more animalistic, savage side, which also happens to be his
favorite side, of his lover almost never fails. Felix is too close to answer
now, Pan's hand expertly going up and down his dick at an impossible speed.
Blurry eyes flick down to where his leader is pleasuring him and then moves
them back to meet the heavy gaze on him, silently asking for permission to
come. The ruler nods curtly and adds "Say my name".
Felix widens his eyes but complies instantly. He’d had but few instances in
which he’d been permitted to use the ruler of Neverland’s first name.
"Peter..." He says breathlessly, tasting the name on his lips, making his
orgasm all the more powerful.
Peter steps away from him altogether as soon as the ecstasy hits him, making
him fall to the cold stone floor of the cave mercilessly. Felix stand on all
fours shaking, taking several attempts at collecting himself before he gets off
the ground and reaches for the lining at the end of Pan’s tunic. “Don’t.” He
receives in response.
Looking like kicked puppy Felix drops his hands. “I trust I have your word
then?” The light blonde haired boy asks, his back already turning toward Felix.
“Yes, Pan.” The boy seated on the floor in defeat answers without delay.
The king of Neverland smirks, visibly satisfied and poofs himself out of the
cave to an unknown location.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Captain Hook is just heading out of his cabin when his surroundings suddenly
change. The room he's standing in is still wood built, but of the rougher, and
lighter variety. His head is slightly spinning, confusion heightening the
sensation. In a few moments however, especially after an intake of damp forest
air, he knows exactly where he is and who brought him here.
Hook turns around meeting the look of his arch enemy, a 'Pan!' dies in his
throat when he notices that Neverland's most loyal lost boy is now currently
holding a newly sharpened dagger pressed just above his Adam's apple.
"Peter." He settles on instead smiling his million dollar smile despite the
compromising situation he's in, just to get a rise out of his attacker.
The smile quickly turns into a pained expression and hisses as the dagger draws
blood on his neck, cut shallow but long. The thought of the two being on first
name bases is driving Felix near the edge. But his well-practiced self-
preservation prevails and he lets up some of the pressure of his hand holding
the weapon.
"What's this then, come to put me out of my misery?" Hook challenges when he's
regained his stoic appearance.
"No actually, Killian, quite the opposite, we're here to fulfill the wettest of
your wet dreams." Pan says and smirks at his adversary.
Hook immediately falters in his stance and licks his dry lips nervously in
anticipation. "And that would be?" Pan waits a beat to show his sharp teeth in
a sadistic grin, enjoying this even more than he'd fantasized about.
"Two handsome underage boys dominating you till you're begging us for mercy on
your sore, bruised knees. Perhaps that'll fill up your sick needs for one day."
Hook closes his eyes and refuses to acknowledge the fact that he's growing hard
by the words alone. Felix notices the change in Hook’s previously regulated
breath and can barely believe his eyes. He shudders with disgust and anger.
"See the pretty dagger in my companion's grip? He's going to use it quite a lot
this evening, no doubt about it. He holds a rather large grudge against you,
remember why?" Peter continues his taunting.
Hook raises one of his dark eyebrows at the inquiry.
“Is that why I have the pleasure of seeing your precious Fee?“ Pan smiles
sweetly, astonished by how the pirate managed to make such a lucky guess of his
pet name for the tall lost boy.
The boy in question however is not as amused by the words. He takes his captive
by the wrists and twists them painfully behind his back. A small gasp escapes
the black clad man, struggling to try and to hide how much he enjoys being
manhandled. So he resists the urge to rub his legs together to release some of
the pressure between his legs.
"Long time no see, mate" Hook still manages to address Felix and turns his head
as far back so he can to meet the other's eyes. He's met by the hard-set
expression on the slightly taller boy’s face and feels like a nail puncturing
his lung leaving him out of breath. He knew the other loathed him but to
actually see that absolute hatred mixed with sadness in his eyes takes a toll
on his weary heart.
Felix on the other hand feels no sympathy for the pirate in his firm grip. He
sees right through the man's cocky façade which conceals the guilt, pain and
whatever other demons he might possess. The smirk nonetheless irritates him to
no limit.
He knees the pirate hard on the back of his knees and watches the smirking face
twist into a look of surprise as he's forced to the ground. He lands with an
'oumph' and keeps his gaze steady on the hardwood floors.
The lost boy regains his grip on the pirate's wrists and roughly pulls them
close together. He ties them up tightly in a sturdy knot with a hefty piece of
rope.
"Watch it!" Hook snaps as Felix gives the rope a last tug to tighten the knot
to its limit.
"Shut up." Felix drawls out in a low tone of voice as he carefully considers
where he'll begin. He steps in front on the kneeling man and gives Pan a quick
glance before continuing.
Pan raises the corner of his mouth slightly, now seated in the wooden chair put
beside his two companions to get a full view of them. There are no objections
to his right hand's actions. Instead he just settles back and watches the
couple intensely.
When the dirty blonde haired boy returns his attention to his target he can't
take his eyes off of the extremely pirate’s visible jugular, the sweat starting
to form making it glisten, looking all the more alluring. He briefly wonders
what Pan would do if he actually went straight for the bound man's throat
instead of what they'd agreed upon. Would he be banned from Neverland, despite
being entitled (in his own mind at least) to kill this bastard sitting before
him? He shakes off the disturbing thought pestering him of such despicable
betrayal. His eyes trail down to the chest area instead.
Hook, uncomfortable with the silence and at being stared at, feels his knees
shake. In hope? In fear? He doesn't even know himself, though he must admit
that his breath hitches slightly as the boy in front of him crouches down to
his level with his pupils blown out of proportion, reaching toward his own
thigh. This makes Hook let out a breathless laugh, almost with the sound of a
sigh.
"Still keep at the same old place I see… It's bad form letting your enemies
know where you keep you weapons." He provokingly states.
The lost boy flicks his eyes to Pan once again, worried that his leader will
wonder why the leather clad man would know such a thing.
The boy king is impossible to read, still keeping his eyes firmly set on the
two figures positioned on the floor. So Felix pushes his paranoia aside and
finally grips his second and favorite dagger which is positioned an inch above
the shortened trousers on his person.
In one fluid motion he pulls the dagger from its sheath and presses it
dangerously over the pulsating vain in Hook's neck.
"Well I think its bad form to take advantage of boys half your age." He drawls,
voice dripping with disgust for the other man.
The lost boy retreats his hand in attack stance, ready make a cut. Instead of
aiming for the large vain he lowers the dagger downward to slice over the
other's pectoral muscle through his deep black shirt.
"Bloody hell" The pirate hisses in pain and throws his head back in pain, eyes
screwed shut tightly.
Having been provoked in beforehand the cut came out fairly deep. Felix pushes
the fabric of Hook's shirt to the side, unbuttoning a few buttons to make it
easier to see the wound he's created. The lost boy stares at the straight cut
with dark red blood starting to slowly stream out of it and trickle down the
well-defined chest and abdomen.
Adrenalin immediately fills the dirty blond haired boy, and he unbuttons the
rest of his prey's shirt to run an unsteady hand over the blood droplets. He
smears it over the taught skin and goes up to the wound which he presses down
on slightly to extract more blood from it.
"F-fuck!" The captain growls out and tenses in his whole body, twitching from
Felix's every sweeping motion onto his sensitive skin.
His eyes are unfocused and still directed up toward the ceiling of the
increasingly heated cabin. That is until Pan steps into his line of vision,
towering over him domineering. His eyes then manage to focus in on the other's
shadowed and intimidating face.
A hand touches his hot sweaty forehead and pets him in a demeaning manner.
"Felix gets so very worked up from drawing blood as you may have noticed." Pan
smirks down at him, pride now coloring his facial expression. He then turns to
the leader of his lost boys, who at once looks up to meet his gaze. Pan gives
him a nod and the other doesn't hesitate to make two more swift cuts into the
body before him using both his daggers. The cuts land below a rib respectively
this time. Not as deep as the previous cut but definitely twice as painful.
The pirate lets out a loud strained moan and arches his back, not sure if it's
away or towards the blades.
The king of Neverland snickers. "And here you are... Killian. Not exactly
hating it." Pan's heavy boot presses down onto the captain's hardened member,
resulting in another debauched sound leaving his lips, a blush spreading on the
brim of his nose.
He never thought Pan would actually make him degrade himself like this in front
of his lover. The thought of Felix being in the same room, seeing him in this
shameful state only furthers his arousal to his own dismay. The ache pulsing
from his crotch is close to insufferable.
"Aren't you the perfect duo?"
This sets Felix's paranoid imagination into gear again. He's rather certain
that Pan cannot know his and the pirate's full history. But then again, the
god-like creature before him always managed to surprise him.
"Let me kill him and you'll see just how much I despise any sort of contact
with this lowlife human being." The lost boy loyally retorts, ready to prove
himself by any means at any time. Nothing hurts him like the thought of Pan's
distrusting him.
"Ah that won't be necessary, Felix. Just show me a torture method which won't
be quite so gratifying for our guest."
The tall boy hesitates for a second.
"Don't be boring." The devious boy adds in a ghost-like whisper.
Not ever letting himself be a disappointment to his leader, the words snaps the
head lost boy into action. He spits in the face of the bleeding and hissing man
on floor foully and proceeds to take his jaw in an iron grip. The gooey saliva
hit the flushed brim of the pirate’s nose and is running down to his cheek.
This is the spot Felix chooses to set down his shining, sharp blade next. The
corners of his mouth twist up in a mean smile when he sees the pirate trying to
hide just how much this particularly bothered him.
Felix huffs. Hook was always, and continues to be, pathetically vain.
"Good lad” Pan praises and nods the other boy to continue.
Those two words of encouragement are all Felix needs to be positively shaking
with ecstasy. He takes a vice grip of Hook’s shiny black hair with one hand and
strokes the bleeding cheek with the thumb of his other hand. “Get over yourself
pirate. You were never that handsome in the first place, your ugly insides
can’t help but seep out. To me you look like nothing less than vile horrid
abomination.” The lost boy’s voice is shaking, the words he’s been waiting so
long to spill over the man he hates.
Through the rage Felix feels himself be filled up with sadistic glee over the
vulnerable state he has Hook in. The man looks beaten down by the words, taking
them harder than the boy ever thought he would.
“Want to repent for what you’ve done?” Felix asks menacing. He receives a
depressing nod from Hook who’s unable to meet his eyes. The lost boy twists the
other’s head up and forces him to make eye contact, relishing in the pain he
sees in them.
“Then you can start by making yourself useful.” He presses the man’s face into
his crotch, coaxing him to start working on his no completely soft dick.
Moments later, as Felix watches the thick, black, mop of hair going up and down
his throbbing member, he now somewhat understands his leader's appeal to this
sort power display. The rush of showing who's the alpha, having the other
powerless and under his complete command. He tightens his grip of the back of
the head of his captive and forces him to pick up the speed. Pan's voice
constantly rings in his head. ‘make him pay for Bae’
The tall lost boy meets the gaze of his lover who has yet to touch himself but
is visibly hard through the dusky green trousers. He keeps the eye contact
steady as he pulls out completely, hearing a faint moan from the pirate, only
to slam back carelessly into the hot throat and continue at a bruising speed.
The look on Pan's face is more than satisfied, tinted with dark eyes.
The Neverland king closes the distance between them and takes his beloved lost
boy's thin lower lip between his teeth. He licks his way into the other's mouth
and Felix starts to feel lightheaded from how breathless suddenly he is.
Pan's tongue plunging into his own mouth obscenely combined with the deep and
tight cavity around his cock is all he can take. He tries to whine a request to
come, but the light blonde haired boy does not even let him come up for air.
The hand he has in Hook’s hair presses down one last time to take him in all
the way to the base and keeps him there for the entire duration of his
ejaculation. Hook chokes each time a new spurt of come goes down his throat.
When he’s completely done Felix tiredly removes himself from the pirate’s
throat, creating a disgusting sound of suction and splutters from the older
man. With a weak kick to his exposed and stinging chest Hook is gracelessly
forced backwards and lands on his ass with a displeased grunt.
As Felix tries to recover from his powerful orgasm, Pan revels in the complete
mess he's been reduced to. His trusted head lost boy who usually appears
guarded and uptight, always ready for a fight, is now seemingly wrecked,
leaning against the wall of the cabin looking utterly out of it.
Clothing and skin partly covered in blood and completely drenched in sweat, he
is the most beautiful Pan's ever seen him.
It's Hook who breaks the previous silence, only pants to be heard, with his now
hoarse voice. "Don't mean to step out of bounds here but if no one's going to
get me off, mind untying these insufferable ropes?" The pirate is looking
rather debauched himself, cum dripping down his chin and down his glistening
red chest, hair tousled left and right, a raging erection still pressing
against his leather pants.
"You're witty and clever aren't you, captain? Figure it out." With that, Felix
and Pan are transported elsewhere, a cloud of smoke left behind, leaving the
pirate to fend for himself with his hands bound, basically stuck in the cabin
which so happens to be positioned high up between two sturdy Neverland trees.
"Bloody hell" He whispers to himself, trapped somewhere between self-pity and
self-hate.
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