Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/4734926.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Felix/Peter_Pan_|_Malcolm
  Character:
      Peter_Pan_|_Malcolm, Felix_(Once_Upon_a_Time)
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Rough_Sex, Bondage, Biting, Felix_in
      charge
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-05 Words: 2977
****** Master at Night ******
by HotMolasses
Summary
     Felix makes Pan scream, plead, and beg. He gets away with it because
     that's exactly what Pan wants.
     No plot whatsoever.
Notes
     This was inspired by the awesome work Helpless_in_My_Hands by
     z0mbieshake.
 
During the day, he was Pan, King of Neverland, Master of all he saw. No flower
bloomed, no frog hopped, no mermaid sang, no pirate breathed, no Lost Boy lived
or died without his permission. The sun rose at his command. The rain fell at
his behest. He chose it to never be winter, and so it never was. He changed the
shape of the island at his whim; today there was a cave here, tomorrow it was a
ravine. If he wanted a waterfall, there it was; if he wanted a feast, it
appeared. Every fleck of energy was his to control, to do as he wished,
everything existed to do his bidding. And everything did.
            But at night, long after the boys were asleep, after the pirates
drank their last drink, after the last bird was snuggled into its roost, he was
Peter.
            Something about the night wind coming off the sea, or perhaps it
was the stars, or the way the pixie dust flowers bloomed high up in the
Thinking Tree without his permission—those few things beyond his control,
reminded him that he was human. Made him feel lonely. Made him need company.
Made him need.
            Peter leaned against the side of a large rock at the top of a
bluff, the moist coolness doing nothing to ease the heat in his back. He was as
impatient as a creature could be in every endeavor in his life, and not one of
his boys, not one pirate, not one thing that crawled on the surface of
Neverland would ever believe that he, Peter Pan, waited. Every night, he
waited. Waited for the one thing that he could have under his control, but
didn’t. Waited for the one person on his island who he chose to allow to have
free will.
            The leaves rustled and Peter felt the uptick in the corner of his
mouth. He watched his boy saunter across the bluff, his motions perfectly
smooth and continuous. No one molded so perfectly into Neverland the way Felix
did, because Peter was Neverland, and Felix molded to him.
            There was not a need for words. Felix’s wide smirk said everything
Peter needed to hear. He dropped his club to the ground soundlessly, and in the
same smooth motion, had his hands on Peter’s cheeks and his lips pressed to his
mouth.
            Peter opened for him, eagerly allowing his tongue to invade, the
taste of Felix washing over his nose, his mouth, down his throat, into his
lungs. His tongue moved languidly, pushing Peter’s down every time he tried to
quicken the pace. Felix’s hands covered Peter’s face from chin to forehead, his
fingers calloused and tough, his touch rough and needy. He pressed forward,
crushing Peter into the rock face behind him, the heat from his body radiating
into Peter.
            A breeze blew in from over the sea, and it annoyed Peter. He
reached up his hand and a new rock wall appeared, blocking them from the wind.
Without removing his tongue from Peter’s mouth, Felix pushed him into the newly
formed corner, and he went. No one else had ever, or would ever, be permitted
to push Pan where they wanted. Yet Felix could, any time he wished, so long as
it was night.
            Peter’s heart raced as Felix crushed him into the corner with his
body. His lips left Peter’s mouth and he kissed slowly under his jaw. He slid
one hand under Peter’s chin and forced it up, Peter’s knees growing weak as he
relented. Felix’s lips caressed his neck, pulling at his skin, not quite
biting, not quite sucking, but something in between. All Peter could do was
moan and whimper. Thousands of such nights, and yet each time he was brought to
his knees. Maybe it had something to do with time never passing. Maybe he was
just in love.
            Felix’s teasing not-quite-sucks made Peter’s breath quicken and his
heart race with desperation. He wanted to be taken, not teased. Wanted to be
owned, not toyed with. The irony never escaped him, but in the heat of their
passion, he couldn’t care.
            “Please.” he managed to whimper, and he felt Felix’s grin as his
mouth pressed against his neck.
            “Please, Felix, stop teasing, please…”
            Felix growled, low and feral in his throat. His hands slid down
Peter’s neck, across his shoulders, over his arms. He reached the leather
straps that Peter always kept around his wrists—a reminder to them both, during
the day, that Felix owned him at night.
            Felix’s long fingers wrapped tightly around Peter’s wrists and
yanked them above his head. The leather became metal, which became shackled to
the rock wall. Peter wasn’t sure if Felix had done it or if he’d done it
himself. It hardly mattered. Felix only had power because Pan allowed him
to—but Pan allowed him to because Peter needed him to.
            Felix slid his hands down Peter’s arms and rubbed his palms up and
down his sides, pulling his head back to look into Peter with his gorgeous
silver eyes. Peter’s gaze traced over the face that he loved; his incredible
hair, that sexy scar, that impossibly masculine chin that he couldn’t get
enough of.
            Felix smirked as his hands pulled at Peter’s tunic, and it
disintegrated into the pixie dust it was made of. His powerful hands clasped at
Peter’s sides and pulled him forward, his wrists tugging at the shackles above
him. His toes barely touched the ground as Felix’s lips dove into his neck and
sucked.
            “Uhhhnnggghh…” Peter moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head.
Felix sucked hard, marking him, bruising him, moving his lips only when he
pleased, ignoring Peter’s whimpers for more. He dove into the crook between his
neck and his shoulder, sliding his tongue over the skin before sucking it into
his mouth and biting.
            Peter convulsed, his entire body rising up to curve into Felix’s.
Felix pushed back, shoving Peter hard into the wall, his fingers clasping at
the skin of his sides until his nails dug into him, claiming him, owning him.
            Felix ground his hips forward, hard, crushing Peter’s dick with
his. Felix growled again, grinding hard into Peter, whose only response was to
moan helplessly as his eyes fluttered closed. Felix released his teeth from
Peter’s neck, his skin singing where a dark bruise started to blossom. Felix
kissed along his shoulder, his hands letting go of his sides to roam his
abdomen. His fingers skimmed up to his nipples, rubbing them gently with his
thumbs as he stood at his full height, towering over Peter. He looked down at
him with lust in his eyes and Peter’s body tried to move closer.
            Felix licked his lips, the motion making Peter whine. He smirked
again and pinched Peter’s nipples. Peter’s head flew back, his face pointing to
the sky as a muffled scream escaped his lips.
            “Don’t be so modest, Peter.” Felix drawled, the way he drew out his
vowels turning Peter’s blood to fire. Felix twisted his nipples and Peter
screamed through grit teeth, his entire body pulsing with need and want.
            Felix kept his nipples pinched as he brought his lips down to
Peter’s stomach. He kissed over his navel, and over his sides, running his
tongue teasingly along the waistline of his pants. He released Peter’s nipples
and started to rub them, now incredibly sensitive, and Peter twitched, his
wrists digging into the metal that held them fast.
            Felix’s strong hands clasped his hips and held him firmly in place
as he let his tongue trace lower, dragging over the cloth, pushing against
Peter’s erection. Peter tried to buck forward, eager to get more, but when he
refused to use magic, Felix was stronger. His writhing was no match for Felix’s
hands. His tongue dragged up the outside of Peter’s trousers, dragging long,
slow licks, over and over, until the wetness from his drool started to seep in
enough so that Peter could feel it.
            “Felix, please!” he begged. Felix chuckled softly and turned his
head to nip at Peter’s clothed dick. Peter could do nothing but bite his own
lip and shiver; he might have had all the power in the universe, but right now,
he could not call upon an ounce of it.
            Felix rose up slowly, dragging his hand from Peter’s hip around to
cup his dick. He stared into Peter’s eyes as he slowly massaged his dick,
pressing his palm hard down onto his tip and then dragging it up again. Peter
shuddered and bucked forward, and this time, Felix let him. He ground into
Felix’s hand, eyes locked together, green and silver, both master and servant
to each other, the greatest kept secret in all the realms.
            Felix’s hand left his cock and slid into the sides of his trousers.
He pulled them down slowly, until they pooled around the top of Peter’s boots.
Felix knelt on the ground and slowly pulled Peter’s boots off, driving him
insane. He was absolutely terrible at doing anything slowly; patience was a
trait he only bothered with if he had to…and so Felix used slowness to torture
him.
            The toes of his left foot were free, the cool sea air wrapping
around them as Felix moved to remove his other boot. When he was barefoot he
continued pulling Peter’s trousers down at an agonizing pace, peeling them off
as if going too quickly would destroy the universe.
            When Peter was finally naked, Felix rose, his form as smooth and
graceful as it always was. He towered over Peter and raked his eyes over his
naked body, gaze lingering on his desperately erect cock, licking his tongue.
            Felix continued to torture Peter by slowly removing his own
clothes. He untied his cape, which fell to the ground with as much grace as
Felix moved. He pulled his shirt over his head, making sure to stretch his arms
high for a long time, showing Peter his toned abs, his perfect nipples, his
firm pecs. He kept his eyes on Peter’s face, smirk never leaving his lips, as
he dragged down his pants, revealing a dick twice the size of Peter’s, just as
hard, cum glistening in the moonlight as it leaked from the tip.
            Felix rose, fully naked, and raked his eyes over his lover one more
time. Then he was done with being patient.
            He crushed his body to Peter, wrapping his arms tightly around him,
his hands pressing into his back, pulling their chests close. His lips sucked
Peter’s into his mouth, eager, needy. Felix hummed as Peter responded with his
tongue ready, dragging it over Felix’s with relief as he was finally allowed to
have what he wanted.
            Felix ground his hips into Peter’s, the warmth of his balls and the
base of his cock pressing Peter’s dick into his own pelvis. His hands pressed
hard against the skin of Peter’s back as he dragged them down to clasp his ass,
pulling Peter close to him, grinding hard against him, growling into his mouth.
            Felix backed up just enough to clasp their dicks together with his
hand. His long fingers easily crushed Peter to him, rubbing them both until
they swelled, his eyes never leaving Peter’s face as he watched the flush
blossom across his skin. Peter whined and bucked forward as Felix pumped
faster, pleasure stirring deep in Peter’s balls and rising to the surface,
almost a steady stream of precum leaking out of his dick, slicking Felix’s
hand.
            He slid his hand up to twist over the tip of Peter’s dick, making
him whimper. Felix lifted his fingers up to Peter’s face, showing him his cum-
covered fingers.
            “You can do better than that.” he said, and Peter melted at the
sound of his voice. He never used it enough. Peter could get lost in that voice
for hours, days, if only Felix would speak more.
            His hand returned, jerking them both together, and Peter let his
inhibitions go. Felix wanted him to make more cum, so he imagined himself doing
it, and then it was so. The clear liquid oozed out of him, covering Felix’s
cock, covering his hand.
            Felix leaned forward, pressing his lips to Peter’s ear as his hand
reached around to spread open his ass cheeks.
            “That’s more like it.” he said softly, his slicked fingers plunging
into Peter. Peter’s head fell forward to land on Felix’s shoulder, his entire
body groaning as Felix rubbed him inside. There was really no need for him to
do that; they did this every night, and so Peter was always ready, always
stretched, always desperate for Felix to fill him.
            But Felix enjoyed teasing Peter with his fingers, pressing his
thumb against Peter’s ass cheek as he slid his pointer and middle finger in and
out, both too fast and too slow at the same time. He rubbed hard against
Peter’s prostate, making his head tilt back as he whimpered. He wriggled his
ass backward, trying to drive it down onto Felix’s fingers, but the shackles
held his wrists fast and he could do nothing.
            “Legs up.” Felix commanded, and Peter obeyed. He lifted his legs to
wrap them around Felix’s waist. Felix hoisted him up further, into the position
he wanted, and tilted Peter’s body as he slid his dick under his balls, into
the heat of his ass crack.
            He removed his fingers and plunged into Peter, hard, fast, and all
the way in. Peter’s head threw back as he screamed from pleasure and pain.
Felix pulled out and slammed into him again, Peter feeling the muscles of his
hips flex with his calves. All manner of slowness vanished as Felix pulled out
and shoved himself back into Peter, over and over, holding Peter’s ass where he
wanted with his hands on his hips.
            Felix pounded into him, Peter’s hands opening and closing uselessly
bound above the shackles, his head falling back against his own shoulder
blades, his hair shaking with every one of Felix’s thrusts. He felt Felix’s
breath on his throat exhale in time with every push of his cock. He moved fast
and rough, slamming sensation into Peter. Every nerve in his body screamed with
sensitivity as the pleasure spread, every thrust from Felix driving the want
and need deeper into him, until Peter was helpless jelly in his arms. He was
reduced to a babbling mess, hardly aware that he was even speaking Felix’s
name, over and over.
            Felix’s hands clasped Peter’s ass hard as he fucked him, his nails
digging into his flesh. Peter surrendered to the pleasure, the precum from his
dick slicking their stomachs. Felix hiked Peter up his waist further and
slammed into him even more powerfully. The pleasure in Peter’s body started to
collect into his balls, his dick swelling until he convulsed.
            Peter screamed, his mouth open wide, teeth glistening in the
moonlight as he orgasmed. Felix wrapped his arms tightly around his back,
holding him close, grunting as he sped up his thrusts. Peter’s entire body
screamed from sensation. He was too sensitive, now; every part of him was
overwhelmed. He whimpered.
            “You take it until I’m done with you.” Felix growled. Peter
shuddered, chills and heat spidering through his nerves. Pain shot up through
his ass, the pleasure gone, until Felix reached up and yanked his head back by
his hair.
            “Orgasm again.” he commanded. Peter felt pleasure explode through
his body; the result of Felix’s imagination. His eyes disappeared behind his
lids and his head lolled to the side as he convulsed. It was three times as
intense as his last orgasm, his body reduced to nothing but nerves, when he
heard Felix’s voice rise from his throat.
            “Hngh!” he screamed, pounding hard into Peter, his cum leaking out
and making a wet sucking sound as he buried his dick into Peter’s ass. His
fingers dug hard into Peter’s sides, his nails drawing blood as he shook. His
thrusts slowed, his shoulders drooped. Peter’s wrists were released and they
both fell, Felix onto his back, Peter lying on top of him. Felix slowly slid
out of him, the mess dripping down between their legs.
            Peter shivered and Felix wrapped his arms tightly around him. The
King of Neverland was reduced to a helpless mess of flesh, and in that moment,
had Felix wanted to kill him, he could have.
            Instead he held him close, pulling his cape over Peter’s naked
body, his fingers gently stroking through his hair.
            “How do you have this power over me.” Peter whispered. Felix slid
his hand down to his chin and lifted it gently to look into his eyes.
            “Because you know I’d never disobey you.” he said. Peter leaned
forward and kissed his lips softly, his body still shaking from the experience,
his mind still mostly turned off. Felix was right, of course. The only reason
Peter let him have free will was because with it, he chose to obey Peter. It
was the most beautiful thing in the world; having such a gorgeous creature
desire to please him, rather than doing it out of fear. It was why Peter was
able to let go. Why he was able to trust him.
            He collapsed back down onto Felix’s chest and closed his eyes,
willing the sun to not rise, not yet. Sometimes he considered never letting it
rise. Holding onto this moment forever, where he was just Peter, where Felix
had the power, where Peter could feel how he trusted him. Maybe, this time, he
wouldn’t let it rise. Maybe he’d freeze time in Neverland completely, in this
moment, where all that existed was Peter and Felix. No Pan. No shadows. No lost
boys, no pirates. Nothing but the two of them. Nothing but perfection.
 
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!