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Pirate's Treasures	By : Panymede Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 6976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pirate’s Treasures

“Thus defeated, Peter Pan lay upon the deck of the Jolly Roger, waiting for the deadly hook to descend and end his pain.” Wendy raised her right arm, her forefinger crooked to mimic the deadly claw, and a feral smile twisted her lips. Her audience gasped in admiring appreciation, expecting her eyes to shine red at any moment.
“Thus did the Captain seek to oblige him, knowing in his heart the depths of the boy’s loneliness and despair, for the two enemies were more alike than either could bring themselves to admit. But Hook understood, and he knew the only way to save Pan and himself was through blessed death, for no one, it seemed, could love them. So he raised his claw, roaring his pain and victory, shedding a tear for Pan even as he brought his weapon down in its deadly arc.”
“Don’t do it, Captain!” the boy called, staring at Wendy with wide eyes. He gripped the arm about his waist, immersed in the story and seeing it play out vividly in his memory’s eye. That was the point of this “lesson”, to remember and to understand, and Wendy’s narrative abilities were superb at driving the lesson home.
Hook chuckled, giving the boy in his lap a quick hug before resuming his light petting of the youth’s inner thigh. He nibbled at the boy’s ear before placing a small kiss atop the golden hair, smiling at Wendy and nodding for her to continue her story. Hook loved her stories, they were so clever and engaging, and even her renditions of Cinderella had a bloodthirsty turn to it that appealed to his pirate tastes. And, lately, her romance scenes had definitely become more vivid. Her voice was liquid gold, especially sweet when she was crying out his name. Her luscious mouth was very talented, and had many entertaining uses.
“But before the blow could fall, Wendy broke free of her captor and threw herself at Hook, clutching his claw-arm most desperately.” The girl fell to her knees, her pose supplicating. “’Anything!’ she cried to Hook. ‘Please, spare him, and I’ll give you anything you want! Please, I love him!’”
“She loves me!” Peter crowed, laughing with relief, leaning back against Hook’s chest. He looked up at the man, his eyes twinkling merrily. “See? You were wrong. She does love me.”
“Yes, boy,” Hook replied. “How could she not love you?” He leaned down to capture Peter’s lips with his own in a brief kiss. “Now hush and let her finish, or no desert tonight.” Peter pouted a moment but remained silent, and the two returned their attention to a slightly annoyed Wendy.
“Honestly!” she harrumphed in mock disapproval. Clearing her throat dramatically, she continued her tale. “The captain sneered and flung the girl to the deck to lie beside Peter. ‘I’d rather have Pan’s life than a storyteller,’ he snarled, raising his hook once more. ‘You die first, girl!’
“Wendy stared at Peter, knowing that she would die and wanting the last thing she saw in life to be the face of the boy she loved. Peter met her gaze and saw the love in her eyes, and warmth returned to his heart. The warmth began to push away the cold, despairing numbness Hook’s cruel words had filled him with, and he saw the danger to his Wendy and felt fear. He still cared nothing for himself, and thus he was not strong enough to fight, but he felt his love again for Wendy and knew if she died, he’d never find his strength again. Swallowing his pride, he turned his eyes upon his murderer-to-be.
“’Please,’ Peter called to Hook, holding out his hands. ‘Don’t hurt her. You have me now, let them go, please.’
“Hook laughed cruelly, and his men echoed his laughter like the jackals they were. ‘How pathetic, both of you begging me for each others’ lives, and neither of you with a scrap to bargain with.’ He jerked Wendy up and caressed her face softly with the cold steel of his hook. ‘What could you possibly give me that is worth his life?’
“The poor girl shook with fear, not knowing what to do to convince him. But she did know that she had one thing to offer him – something she’d intended to give to Peter, and it was a most precious gift. Oh, how she wished she could give it to the one she loved, but she knew if she didn’t surrender it now, they both would die with it still upon her lips. She would trade it for their lives. Without another thought, Wendy leaned forward and gave Captain Hook her hidden kiss.”
The girl smiled at Hook, slowly walking towards the man where he sat with Peter on his knee. “And what a kiss it was, the likes of which she’d never dreamed possible. It was soft and hard, dark and sweet, and it set her body on fire. It seemed to her that her very heart stopped, until at long last Hook broke the kiss and she learned once again to breathe. Man and girl stared at one another with wondering eyes, and finally Wendy found her voice to speak.
“’For Peter I give you that and more,’ she promised, not knowing the extent to which Hook would hold her to her word, and not caring even if she had.” She was now close to Hook and Peter, and the boy smiled at her and patted the man’s other leg, inviting her to join him.
Hook pulled her onto his knee and ran his hand through her hair, smiling at her approvingly. “Such a noble girl, to sacrifice herself for the boy she loved. But what of Pan? And what of the other boys, who Wendy had forgotten in her promise?”
“Peter’s heart was broken,” Pan said softly, reaching out to take Wendy’s hand. “He wanted Hook to kill him then, because it hurt him to see his Wendy kissing Hook.”
Wendy smiled at him, squeezing his hand affectionately. Her eyes closed in momentary pleasure when Hook began rubbing her back, but she dutifully continued her narrative. “’I accept your most generous offer,’ Hook said at last, eyeing the girl in a way that made Wendy uncomfortable. ‘You will remain with me forever, and you will serve me in any way I require, and in return, I will let your precious Peter Pan live.’ One of Hook’s men said something crude then, something Wendy fortunately didn’t understand, and Hook shot the man dead without hesitation.”
Wendy frowned at the memory, glad the man had been properly punished. It had been a crude thing to say, never mind that both Wendy and Peter had since done it for Hook on numerous occasions. Some things were private affairs and not meant to be made jest of in the company of a lady.
“’The other brats walk the plank!’ Hook shouted, intending to murder Pan’s friends since he couldn’t murder Pan himself. His men cheered with bloodthirsty glee and began corralling the stricken boys. Wendy screamed, begging Hook not to kill her brothers or her friends, but she now truly had nothing left to bargain with. Kind-hearted Smee pulled her aside as Michael was pushed along the plank, trying to reassure the girl that her youngest brother’s death would be quick. The crocodile leapt high, snapping his jaws at the plank and the tasty young morsel staggering along it.
“’My brothers!’ Wendy cried, falling to the deck in fear, guilt and shame turning her heart to ash. She was such a terrible sister, having forgotten to include them in her promise.
“But Peter saw Wendy’s pain, and he forced himself to sit up. He had to help her, and he had to help his friends, who had been loyal and true to him for as long as he could remember. Wendy had given him back his life, and he resolved to use it to save the others.
“’Hook!’ he called as he clambered to his feet, and the man turned to look at him in surprise. The captain grabbed him by his throat and pulled him close, snarling in anger and suspicion. Peter merely grabbed Hook’s coat in supplication, his eyes wide as he saw Michael creep closer to the end of the plank. ‘Spare the boys and set them free,’ he said, ‘and I’ll make the same promise as Wendy.’
“The men laughed derisively, but Hook held up his claw and motioned for them to pull Michael back onto the deck. He smiled cruelly at Peter, pulling him even closer. ‘You don’t know what she’s offered me, boy. She doesn’t even know what she’s offered me. Are you positive you wish to give yourself to me?’
“Peter looked to Wendy and he felt his long-denied feelings fill his heart. ‘I love her, and if she’s to stay with you, then I’ll stay too. Spare the boys and send them home unhurt, and I’ll endure any tortures you wish. I can’t live without her, and I’ll die before I leave her to suffer alone with you.’
“Now Hook knew something that Peter did not, and he chose then to keep it a secret. When he’d made his promise to Wendy that he’d let Peter live, he’d not said anything at all about letting the boy go. But he saw more possibilities in making Peter promise to stay than in keeping him prisoner, and Hook in truth cared nothing for the other boys.
“’Do you promise to stay here with me, and serve me in any way I see fit?’ Hook asked, looking the boy over critically. He saw that Peter was indeed a handsome boy, and he thought that two such beautiful children together would be a delightful treasure.”
“And Pan said, ‘Yes.’,” Peter interrupted, looking up at Hook. “And to prove it, he sealed his promise with a kiss… his first kiss ever and he gave it to Hook. It was a dark kiss, filled with fire. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, it felt wrong but somehow it felt good too. Fear filled him, fear of this feeling and fear of what would come next. It took his breath away and made his knees go weak, but Hook caught him before he could fall and held him close. Peter smiled bravely when he looked at Wendy, hiding his fear and trying to pretend that they would be safe now. She’d given herself to save him, and he gave himself to save the rest. They would live, and he hoped that somehow they’d be happy.”
“And so Hook kept his oath,” Wendy continued, “and sent the boys back to the island. Peter made Tinker Bell promise to look after them, so that he and Wendy wouldn’t worry. And Hook took his two treasures to his cabin, and showed them the extent of their service to him. It hurt…” Wendy paused a moment, and Hook pulled the two against him in a tight embrace. Peter and Wendy held him back, taking comfort in his strength.
“It hurt,” she said again, “but with Wendy he was as gentle as he could be. He hurt Peter more, still feeling the fires of anger and hate in his heart, desiring to make the boy suffer. He tortured Peter so badly that afterwards, while Hook was gone, the boy crawled to where the cruel claw hung and tried to kill himself with it, hoping that death would free both him and Wendy from the captain’s service. But Hook returned in time and stopped Peter, and he found pity at last in his heart and vowed never to hurt the boy again. The next time he demanded their bodies, Hook took care to give them pleasure too, and taught them how to touch him and one another.”
“And he soon came to love them,” Hook took up the story, “and they to love him. They became his precious treasures in truth, adored above even the largest of his diamonds, cared for more than even his ship. Wendy became the ship-mother, telling her stories to the attentive crew, helping with cooking and sewing, and she was revered by all the men. And one day, when she is all grown up, she will become Hook’s wife and become a mother in truth.” Wendy beamed at Hook, caught up in the dream of one day caring for children of her own.
“Now my dear,” Hook kissed the girl on her forehead and helped her off his lap. “Our lesson is done. Go help Smee, I want time with Peter tonight.”
Wendy smiled at her two loves. “Can I have some time with Peter tonight, too?”
“He’ll be much too tired,” Hook scoffed, beginning to help Peter out of his shirt.
When he shrugged off the shirt, Peter leaned towards Wendy and gave her a long, deep kiss. Hook felt himself grow hard as he watched them, and he fought down the urge to order them both to his bed. He felt surprisingly little jealousy over Peter’s and Wendy’s affection for each other, and he often enjoyed watching them make love in his bed. More often than not he’d join in, and was just as likely to take Peter as Wendy while they were entwined. But sometimes he wanted time alone with just one of them (surprisingly it was with Pan most of the time), and tonight was such a night.
“Go on, girl, or no desert for you either,” Hook chided, breaking their kiss.
“I’ll never be too tired for you, Wendy,” Peter called as the girl left, giggling. He sighed when the door closed, her story leaving his heart heavy with memory. “And what of Peter, when he and Wendy are grown up and Wendy is Hook’s wife?”
Hook caught the boy’s chin and forced him to look up, smiling at him tenderly. “He will still be with Wendy and Hook, and he will still be loved the most. Wendy loves you more than she will ever love me, and she’d take you as her husband if I hadn’t already demanded that right. In her heart, you will be her true husband. I don’t mind because I love you more than I will ever love another. I will continue to share you with her, to keep you happy. Any children she bears will be as likely to be yours as mine, and I’ll love them all because they’ll be ours. Don’t worry your pretty little head about growing up, Peter. Our wicked triangle works because we each have our place, and you’ll not be left out.”
“I don’t want to grow up,” Peter said softly. “But I am and it scares me.” Hook measured their heights every month and made marks on the wall to keep record. Peter thought of the whole three inches he’d gained since the first time Hook had stood them against the wall, and he shuddered.
Hook kissed the boy and pulled him out of his lap to stand between his thighs. He ran his hand down the boy’s back, slipping into the waist of Peter’s trousers. Pan moaned against Hook’s lips, his own hands fisting in the man’s hair.
“Do you regret your promise, Peter? Hook asked after their kiss ended. “Do you miss your life in Neverland?”
“Not when you kiss me,” Peter whispered, unfastening his trousers and letting them drop to the floor. His skin glowed in the lamplight, and Hook traced some of the scars on the boy’s body, kissing those he’d made himself. Peter sighed, closing his eyes and savoring the affection, giggling occasionally as Hook’s whiskers tickled his sensitive skin. “Trying to kiss them away?”
“Just making sure they’re all there,” Hook replied, sitting back once more in his chair. “I regret that I gave them to you. I nearly lost you before I realized what I had.”
Peter smiled as he clambered onto Hook’s lap, straddling the man and beginning to unfasten Hook’s breeches. “I miss my friends and I miss Neverland, but I don’t regret giving them up. We live and we love, and I want you to love me,” he smiled mischievously when he opened the man’s breeches, freeing Hook’s erection, “now.”
“Impatient little brat,” Hook sneered, reaching for the jar of oil beside the chair. He smiled when Peter took it from him, surrendering and letting the boy take charge this time. Peter was usually willing, and Hook knew the boy was more comfortable when he felt he had control over the situation. Peter had never truly recovered from the trauma of the first time Hook had raped him, and sometimes would panic if things moved too quickly. “Let’s play a game.” Peter loved games, it would relax him, and Hook loved the competition.
“Nah, let’s make a bet,” Peter said slyly, dipping his fingers in the oil. He began stroking the man’s hardened phallus, grinning as Hook closed his eyes and groaned. “If I win, I get tomorrow night with Wendy, alone.” He positioned himself over the man’s slick erection and eased himself onto it, hissing as he slowly impaled himself. “If you win,” he gasped, pausing to let himself adjust before continuing his downward slide, “I’ll wear that… damned dress,” he whimpered as the phallus brushed his sweet spot, “like you wanted.”
Hook’s hand clutched Peter’s hip tightly, willing himself not to buck into the boy. “The red one of Wendy’s? With the ribbons in your hair?”
“Yes,” Peter replied, moaning as he raised himself up, sliding along Hook’s shaft before abruptly dropping back down onto his lap. Hook let out a ragged cry and Peter smiled cockily. “I told Wendy I’d never be too tired for her. I bet you can’t make a liar out of me.”
Hook steadied Peter’s hips, supporting the boy as he suddenly stood. “I’ll take that bet, and you’re going to beg me to stop by the end of the night.” Peter laughed merrily as Hook carried him to the bed, and his laughter turned to cries and moans as the man began systematically and skillfully shagging him senseless.
When Wendy returned to the cabin that night, she was disappointed to find Peter sprawled in a tangled heap on the bed, blissfully unconscious and unable to be roused. Hook consoled the girl, explaining their bet as he laid out Peter’s dress for the morning, and Wendy smiled as she helped him choose the best accessories. Not long afterwards, Wendy and Hook joined Peter in the bed, Wendy climaxing as Hook lavished her most sensitive place with her favorite kisses. He knew she was disappointed at not getting her time with Peter, and so he made it up to her - several times, until she lay just as insensate as the boy.
When Hook at last succumbed to sleep, it was with his treasures in his arms: cherished, sated, and loved.
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