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By Hook or By Crook	By : OktoberBlack Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 14973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Not my characters (except for the ones that are). Not making any money off of them. Wish I were, never going to be. Don’t sue me, please.

Here’s a little bit more for y’all. Warning – we’re back to the non-con, so it’s a bit squicky but not too bad… yet.

By Hook or By Crook (for want of a better name)

Chapter Sixteen: In the Cave

“Fuck,” I hissed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Quiet,” Martin hissed back at me. “We don’t want Hook to hear us!”
“What the fuck are we going to do now?” I said, my voice louder than I’d intended. Unsurprisingly, I was visibly upset. The only man who could send me home had just been murdered by Hook. Hook stood in the light of Stephano’s cave and cleaned his hook with a silk handkerchief, while his men searched the area—for us, I presumed.
“We’re going to wait for them to leave, and then we’ll see if we can’t find out what Stephano’s secret was,” Martin said, as he hauled me back down into the bushes. “Now stay down and shut up!”
“Good plan,” I muttered. We watched Hook and his men through the cover of the brush. They spent the better part of an hour searching the cave and the area; at one point two pirates came so close to where we were hiding that I held my breath I was so afraid of being discovered. We were lucky, though—no one even suspected we were there. Hook waited for the men to finish their search; he stood, talking to Smee, and was obviously agitated. Stephano’s body remained on the ground at their feet. Neither man seemed to notice or care that it lay there, although occasionally they had to step over it. We were far enough away from the cave mouth that we couldn’t hear what Hook and Smee were saying, but it seemed to me that as each pirate reported back to Hook, the Captain grew angrier and angrier. His eyes swept the clearing as if just by looking he could find what his men could not. Finally, all the men reported back, negatively it seemed, and Hook became furious. He was so loud that his voice carried in fits and starts back to our hiding place in the bushes.
“… could you not… don’t care… find…” Was he ordering them to continue the search? It didn’t look like it. One man came forward and said something Hook didn’t like. He got a hook in the guts for his trouble, his body falling to the ground right next to poor Stephano’s. In the torchlight, I could see the glint of Hook’s single gold earring as he shook his head angrily at his men; they quivered in front of him and I shivered in empathy. Hook spoke quietly to them for a bit. I strained to hear what he way saying but couldn’t make out anything at all. It was effective, however, because the crew suddenly left the clearing. They looked like they were heading back down the cliff face. Hook took one last look around the clearing and then followed his men, Smee still by his side. Finally, they were gone!

“Let’s go!” I hissed to Martin. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back down again.
“We’re not going anywhere yet,” he whispered back. “We don’t really know whether they’ve actually left or not.”
“It looks like they’ve left to me,” I countered, as I sat back down behind my bush.
“We’ll give it another hour or so. At least until the sun comes up,” he suggested. “I’d rather do my searching by daylight.”
“Makes sense,” I grudgingly admitted. “Are we going to sleep a bit more then?”
“Might as well,” he said. He got up and took me by the hand. “I’ll lead.”
“I can’t see a thing, so you’re going to have to,” I sighed, my eyes useless in the darkness of the jungle. He led us unerringly back to our campsite, where we climbed back into our bedrolls and tried to go back to sleep. Well, I tried. Martin was asleep and snoring within seconds. I tossed and turned, worried about whether Hook had really left and whether Stephano had made notes on how to get back home. Those were the longest couple of hours I have ever had to live through. Seriously. The ground was incredibly hard, I could feel adrenaline shoot through me every time I thought about Hook or Stephano, and all I wanted to do was get up and go look for the way home. And right next to me, Martin snored softly away. It seemed so unfair that he could sleep while I couldn’t.

Finally, the sun began to peek through the dense foliage and Martin awakened with a start.
“Huh? Where am I?” he muttered.
“Right here, in the jungle, next to me,” I muttered back.
“Mmmm, right,” he said with a stretch and a yawn.
“Come on! I want to go search that cave,” I said. I crawled out of my sleeping roll and stood, stretching to release the kinks I’d acquired from laying on the ground for a couple of hours.
“Probably a good idea to do it now,” Martin agreed. “The sooner we can get you home, the less likely Hook will be able to double back and find us.”
“C’mon then!” I said, and started away into the jungle.
“Wrong direction,” Martin said with a sigh. He pointed the other way and I blushed, embarrassed.
“Right then. Let’s go,” I said again, as I turned 180 degrees and headed down the path to the cave.
“Hold on,” Martin said. “I should lead,” he said, as he strode past me towards the cave. “Well, then? Let’s go.”
“Coming,” I muttered, as I followed behind him.

We reached the cave in short order. Martin made me wait in the bushes at the edge of the clearing so we could see if Hook had returned but it appeared we were safe for the moment.
“C’mon,” he hissed at me, with a gesture towards the cave. I scurried toward Stephano’s home, skirting around the man himself as he lay, dead, on the ground in front of his doorstep. I glanced down at what was formerly Stephano and was now merely a bag of empty flesh. Flies were already buzzing around the wound and his eyes and nose. I fought down the urge to retch and slid into the darkness of the cave. Martin had lit a torch and was waving it around inside Stephano’s workshop. “Look for a book or a diary or files or something.”
“Right,” I said, with a sigh. The place was a mess, just as we’d seen it the night before. I wondered how Stephano had found anything in there and then realized that it didn’t matter any more. He wouldn’t be looking for anything ever again, thanks to Hook. I wandered through the piles of stuff, gingerly at first and then with some force, finally throwing things onto the floor to get them out of the way. Stephano, it seemed, didn’t write anything down. There were no notebooks, no files, not even any scraps of paper in evidence. All we could find were pieces of electronic equipment and bits of glass and plastic, wires sticking out of everything like some kind of crazy weeds. “There’s nothing here.” I looked up at Martin who had sat down on Stephano’s work stool in frustration.
“No. That’s clear enough,” he replied. He ran a hand over his head and looked around. “Perhaps if we look in some of the other rooms. Maybe he’d hide something that important.”
“Good point,” I said.

I took the torch from him and headed further into the cave. The first room was his kitchen and dining room. He had a table with one chair, and a small woodstove that exhausted through a hole in the roof. His single bowl, spoon, and fork sat neatly in a corner of the table next to a bowl of bananas. I wondered where he kept the rest of his food, but couldn’t see anything else in the room. The second room was empty, completely empty. That was pretty strange too, but I didn’t have time to wonder about it. The third room was his bedroom. He had a fairly nice bed with a carved wood frame and a full goose-down mattress with a huge quilt. There was a reading chair and a bookcase full of books—mostly non-fiction but there was a smattering of novels by some well-known science fiction writers. Interesting. Finally, there was a dresser next to his bed. I looked in every drawer and under the mattress and pillow, but there was nothing there. I looked under the bed, but all I found was a small nest of mice, who seemed startled to be discovered. I stood up again and went to the bookshelf. Well, it was worth a try… I started at the top and began going through every book on the shelf, just in case one of them was either fake or concealing something of value. It took me over an hour.

Martin came in to see what I was doing. “Why are all these books on the floor?” he asked, as he sat down on the bed.
“Just give me a minute,” I said, as I ruffled through the pages of yet another Asimov novel. I threw it on the floor when it yielded nothing and grabbed another book. It was a copy of Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie. No. It couldn’t be that easy. Could it? I opened the book carefully. It had been hollowed out and inside was a sheaf of papers, folded into quarters. I pulled the paper out and unfolded it. Martin got up off the bed and looked over my shoulder.
“Bloody hell. You’ve found it,” he whispered. We looked at the papers. The instructions for going between the worlds were fairly simple, really. I would never have figured it out on my own, but now that I’d been shown how to do it, I knew I could do it without help. The entrance to the doorway between the worlds was in the cave itself, which is why Stephano lived where he did. The notes were more conversational than anything else—more a way to remind himself how to do it and why he was doing it, I supposed, just in case he ever forgot or lost his mind. Basically, all one had to do was knock in a certain pattern on the wood panel at the side of the workroom and then sprinkle it with a smidgen of fairy dust. “Fairy dust?” Martin mused. “He had some of that somewhere… I saw it.”
“I did too,” I said, and headed toward the dresser. There, in his sock drawer, buried underneath a pile of dirty black socks, was a small bottle labelled fairy dust. I pulled it out and looked at it. It was about half-full. “I can go home.” I looked up at Martin in wonder. “I can really go home.”
“Yes, you can,” he replied. “Now, let’s…” He stopped.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Shhhhh!” He held up his hand. I held my breath. And then I heard it—the noise a group of men make when they are trying very hard not to make any noise at all. Hook was back.

I thrust the paper and the fairy dust into the sock drawer, burying it completely, and then quietly closed the drawer. Martin crept to the door of the bedroom as I tried to put the books back on the shelves without making any noise. I didn’t want Hook to know we’d found anything at all. Martin looked back at me and gestured for me to stay put and be quiet. I nodded and quietly slid underneath the bed. The mice gave me several dirty looks, but let me share their home. I tried to breathe as quietly as I could, so I could hear what Martin was doing, but it was over before I could even figure out what had happened. I heard a startled yell, then a groan of pain, then a thump as someone hit the floor. I closed my eyes and tried not to react but I knew it was probably Martin. The room was suddenly lit up with torchlight and I could see several pairs of boots from my place under the bed. I recognized Hook’s black leather boots instantly. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Not a word was spoken as the boot-clad feet walked around the room. The bed was suddenly lifted off from over me. I looked up into Hook’s grinning face as his hand came down and lifted me bodily from the floor.
“Well, you’ve given us quite the chase, haven’t you my dear?” he asked. He had the front of my shirt grasped in his good hand, his hook held just below my nose. “Take the chair from the dining room and tie her to it in the empty room we found,” he instructed two of his men. He threw me to them. One caught me, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Search the rest of the room. I want to know if they found anything!” Hook commanded. As I was carried out of the room, my captor stepped over the still body of Martin and I closed my eyes. I’m sorry, Martin, I thought. I didn’t mean to get you killed, just like I didn’t mean for Stephano or Simon to die. I just want to go home! I was placed roughly on the chair from the dining room and tied there tightly with rope. They’ve come prepared for this, I mused. I sat on the chair, the feeling slowly leaving my hands and feet, and wondered what was going to happen next.

I didn’t have to wait very long to find out. Hook came into the room, and place two torches in sconces Stephano had carved into the walls. He removed his feathered hat and handed it to Smee, who stood just behind him.
“I knew you would come back here,” Hook said to me. He walked slowly over to me until he stood in front of me, his hips thrust slightly forward, his arms folded across his chest. “But I find myself curious as to what it was, exactly, you were coming back for. My men searched this hovel… this cave,” he said, gesturing distastefully above his head, “but they didn’t find a thing. Now,” he said, his voice lowering confidentially, “I know they’re often complete fools who couldn’t search their way out of a paper bag, but still… surely they should have found something if there was something to find?” He walked around me and put his hand on my shoulder. His hook slid lightly up the back of my neck, pulling the hair off the nape. The fingers of his good hand caressed my neck gently, sending shivers up my and down my body. I could feel my nipples grow taut as my breath grew short. “So I know you found something. You are infinitely more intelligent then my crew, I’m sorry to say.” He withdrew his fingers and I almost sighed. “Tell me what you found.”
“No,” I whispered, closing my eyes. “I can’t.”
“Of course you can,” Hook whispered back, his breath hot in my ear. His fingers found their way to the front of my shirt and he began to unbutton it slowly. “You can do anything you want to do. You can do anything I want you to.” He slid his hand into my shirt; his fingertips just brushed my erect nipples and I stifled a groan. He sighed. “I would much rather do this the easy way. The easy way is much more fun.” His tongue flicked out and licked my earlobe. My breath caught in my throat and I opened my eyes. Smee was standing across the room, watching me intently. I let out a squeak of surprise. Hook looked up and removed his hand from my shirt. “Smee. I’m sure you’ve got something more… important to do?”
“Oh no, Captain. Nothing that can’t wait,” Smee answered congenially.
“Smee…” Hook growled. Smee jumped at the tone.
“Right. I’ll just… stand outside the cave and make sure no one comes in. Would that be okay, Captain?” Smee said. He turned and almost ran out of the room without waiting for a reply. Hook stood, his hand on my shoulder, and watched him leave.
“Now, where were we?” he asked, but I knew he didn’t really want an answer. He stood in front of me, his erection tenting the front of his trousers through his frock coat. “There are two things I want right now, my dear and I’m not particular about the order in which they occur.” He began to undo the front of his trousers with his good hand. “I want to know what you found, particularly if it will allow me to go between your world and this world more easily than I already do.” He pulled his erect cock out from the fly of his trousers. “And I want your lovely mouth to satisfy me.” He looked down at me; I looked balefully back up at him. “I was going to give you the choice of which you’d rather do first with your mouth—talk or suck—but when you pout like that I just cannot resist you.” And he grabbed my head with his good hand and pushed me towards his cock. I didn’t open my mouth, so the head of his cock merely bumped against my lips. Then I felt his hook against my cheek. “Open. Your. Mouth.” I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. His cock slid between my lips but I didn’t do anything to it; I didn’t want to play his game if I could at all help it. His hook pressed a bit harder and I jumped slightly as it pierced the flesh of my cheek. “You know what to do. I suggest you do it,” he said coldly. I stifled a sob as I began to suck him off, my tongue sliding up and down the length of his erection. I did my best and it seemed to do the trick; soon he was simply fucking my mouth, his good hand holding my head tightly as his hips thrust quickly. He came with a shudder and I swallowed his semen, tears sliding down my cheeks and burning when they reached the cut he’d made on my face. He withdrew and tucked himself back into his trousers, swiftly doing himself back up with his good hand. “Lovely. Simply lovely.” He stepped back and looked at me. “Now, my dear, with that out of the way, I’d like you to tell me what you found in the bedroom.”
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