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Atonement	By : Panymede Category: M through R > Peter Pan > AU/AR Views: 10484 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6

Peter bit his lip worriedly as he stood against the cabin door, ear pressed firmly against the weathered wood. Occasionally, his hands settled upon the latch, his desire to see what was happening outside driving him once to go so far as to turn the handle, but each time his courage failed him and he released the latch, leaving the portal shut. I will give you a spanking that you won’t enjoy… and no touches for a week! Hook’s threat held the boy firmly to his oath to remain inside.

But he was so tempted! The angry voices carried well enough for the boy to hear them no matter where he was in the cabin… the curses, the derisive laughter, and the yelled insults had spared his curiosity almost as soon as Smee had left him alone in the small room. But it was the other voice – the faint, chiming, fairy voice-- that Peter now strained to hear.

You broke your promise, Tink! You’ve messed everything up! The boy thought angrily as he listened to the pirates and the Indians argue and taunt one another. He’d made her promise weeks ago not to come back to the ship. He’d told her he wanted to stay with Hook, to atone for that thing he’d done (that awful thing he knew had happened, but couldn’t for the life of him remember), and that he wouldn’t return to the island until he was forgiven. He’d told her to stay away. She hadn’t listened.

Eavesdropping on the heated dispute taking place on the deck, Peter had managed to piece together the reason the Indians had come. Tink had been spying on him, not trusting the pirate captain to refrain from hurting her friend. She’d seen the things Hook had taught Peter to do, watching with apparent horror while Peter pleasured the captain. And last night, while she watched Hook bring Peter to his first climax, she’d decided things had gone far enough. She’d flown afterwards to the Indian village and described to the Chief what she’d witnessed. Today, the Chief and his warriors had come to demand that Pan be returned.

I don’t want to go back, Peter thought angrily, confused and hurt by the conversations taking place outside. The pirates were laughing, making what were obviously derisive comments about what Peter had been doing for Hook. Strange words were bandied about, though Peter recognized ‘whore’, ‘fuck’ and ‘suck’, all spoken in such a way that the boy understood that they were making fun of him, that he was somehow degraded and cheapened in their eyes (though not Hook, he noted bitterly… comments made about Hook indicated respect and more than a touch of jealousy, and one man mentioned that he’d like to do to Peter what he thought Hook had been doing). A few warriors, speaking in halting English or in their own native tongue, exchanged angry words with the men, telling them that what they spoke of was evil and unnatural, and that Hook should be killed for the acts he’d forced Peter to commit.

Peter wanted to storm out on the deck and make them all shut up, one way or another. Hook wasn’t forcing him to do anything! It was all a part of their deal, a deal Peter had entered into willingly, and it was wrong of these grownups to say otherwise. He was Peter Pan, and he did what he wished… and no adult had the right to tell him that what he wanted to do was wrong. How dare they try to force him to leave! He could hear Hook arguing with the Chief and Tinker Bell, telling them just that, but Peter felt that if he went out there and explained it himself, if they could hear him say that this was what he wanted, then they’d just have to believe him. They’d understand if he told them, and they’d leave them alone. They just had to!

The yelling was escalating, neither pirate captain nor Indian chief willing to give up their demands – Hook’s that they leave, immediately and empty-handed, the Chief’s that Hook hand over Peter and thank the spirits that Neverland didn’t swallow the ship whole for the captain’s transgressions. The men who had been making crude jokes changed their tone and began making threats instead, and Peter could imagine every hand on deck fingering a weapon. No one should die over this, Peter thought anxiously, and just as he decided that he should intervene, he heard a strangled scream that indicated someone just did.

Peter jumped back at the sounds of sudden chaos that erupted on the other side of that door – men shouting, Indians whooping, cries of victory and screams of death. Peter stared wide-eyed as the door shuddered, something large and blunt pounding against it. Just when he thought the wood would give way the pounding stopped, and a thin trickle of blood streamed through the threshold’s crack.

Peter stared transfixed at the blood oozing beneath the door. The clamor of the battle outside faded into the background, muffled by the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. The blood seemed to be calling to him, resonating with the rhythm of his heart as it whispered a name to him… a name he couldn’t quite hear, though the cadence felt somehow familiar.

He remembered blood, blood on his hands, blood on his sword… blood on her nightgown and flowing from her ruby red lips… Peter jerked as the image flashed through his mind, but before he could process more than sickening horror it faded once more. The nausea in his gut continued even after the memory was gone, making him feel that something terrible had happened, that he’d lost something he’d loved and that it was all his fault.

Peter, a soft voice whispered. The boy’s eyes snapped up from the blood on the floor to scan the room, frantically searching for the girl… his girl… his…

“Wendy?” he called, her name rising to his lips unbidden, and even as he spoke it he felt despair.

A piercing scream answered his call, the cry jarring Peter from his reverie. “Wendy!” he called again, louder this time as at long last her face recalled itself in his mind – the face of his beloved Wendy lady. “I’m coming, Wendy!” Peter yelled as he raced for the door, no thought in his mind for the battle outside or for the Captain’s stern warning for him to remain inside the cabin. His only concern was that his Wendy was in danger, and that this time he would not fail her.

Peter was outside in an instant, leaping over the dead Indian by the door without even noticing him. “Wendy!” Peter called again, absently pulling a sword from the corpse’s back. He leapt into the fray, dodging the combatants that surged across the deck. Another scream reached his ears and Peter raced towards the sound, finding its source within seconds.

Injured and bleeding, Tiger Lily knelt beside the body of her father, Chief Running Bear. Her face was twisted with pain and grief, but she stared up at the man who loomed over her, glaring at him with defiant hate as she awaited the deathblow from his upraised claw.

“Stop!” Peter yelled, lunging towards the girl. He brought his cutlass up just in time, knocking the deadly hook aside. A flick of his wrist brought the blade about to block the Captain’s sword swipe, locking blades with the man.

“Pan!” Hook spat angrily, glaring down at the boy. “Is it war between us once more, brat?”

Peter’s eyes widened at the thought of battling Hook, and instead of the old excitement the idea brought he felt a keen sense of dismay. He didn’t want the man to hate him again, he wanted this madness to stop and to go back to the way things were this morning, before the Indians came. He released his hold on the cutlass and let it fall to the deck, holding his hands up to the Captain in a peaceful gesture. “I don’t want to fight you,” Peter shouted over the din. “Make them stop fighting!”

Hook growled in response and shoved the boy away, bringing his sword and claw back to the ready. “They’ll stop fighting when they’re dead,” he told the boy curtly. “It’s the nature of these savages. And they will die. They came to steal what belongs to me, and no one steals from James Hook!”

“They came for me!” Peter retorted.

“They’ll die for you, too,” Hook yelled in response. “You make them stop fighting, Pan. They came for you, order them to surrender or I’ll have them all killed, starting with her!” He pointed at Tiger Lily with his claw.

The Indian girl, who had been watching and listening to them this entire time, pressed a kiss to her father’s forehead and stood. She saw what Hook and Pan had missed and gave Peter a small smile, “It will be over soon,” she announced in her language, knowing that Peter could understand but Hook could not. She cocked her head aside, and Peter’s eyes tracked her gesture, widening when he saw what she had seen.

“Captain, look out!” Peter screamed, pointing at the threat racing towards Hook’s back.

Hook spun about, bringing his weapons up just as he saw John Darling running towards him, the boy gripping a sword and obviously intending to skewer the man in the back. With careless ease, Hook used his claw to knock aside the clumsy attack but kept his sword leveled straight at the boy’s gut. John, totally committed to his attack, ran straight upon the Captain’s blade, nearly to the hilt. The boy’s eyes widened in shock and he sagged upon the blade as his body lost its strength.

“You die a fool, just like your empty headed sister, Mr. Darling,” Hook snarled into the boy’s ear. He let his sword dip down, and John slid off of it to land in a heap upon the ground.

Tiger Lily gave another keening cry and ran to John, gathering his head into her lap and pressing her hands tightly against his bleeding wound. “Traitor!” she shouted to Peter, grief-stricken and angry that he had warned the captain. “You killed him!”

Peter could only stare, stunned. He barely noticed when he felt Hook grab him roughly and pull him close, barely aware of the bloody claw that was twisted in the collar of his shirt to make sure he stayed put. That’s how Wendy died… I killed Wendy… I killed Michael too… John wouldn’t be dead now if I hadn’t warned James…but I couldn’t let him kill James, James is my… he didn’t know what to call the pirate captain, he only knew that it would have killed him to watch the man die. John gave a small groan, his eyes fluttering weakly, and Peter felt a small relief that the boy lived for now.

“Tell your warriors to surrender,” Hook told the girl, yanking Peter closer to him to keep him out of the battle that still surged about them. “They’re no match against my men’s pistols, and their tomahawks are useless against their longer swords. I’ll spare them if you call them off now.”

Tiger Lily bowed her head briefly in defeat then raised it to shout for her warriors to surrender. She glared at Hook in impotent anger, watching as Peter stood cowed by his side and wondered what wicked spell the man had cast upon Peter Pan and whether the shaman of her village would be able to undo it. It was the only explanation for this madness, and she prayed something could be done to break the evil man’s hold upon the island’s only hope for survival.

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Peter winced at the grip on the back of his neck, where Hook’s finger’s dug into his flesh with bruising force. But he remained silent, letting the man jerk him about and drag him along as Hook strode back and forth across the deck. The battle was over, his would-be rescuers dead or captured, and the victorious pirates were going about the messy business of tying up the survivors and disposing of the dead. Peter watched in quiet horror as the corpses of eleven redskins and three pirates were heaved overboard. Fourteen men were dead… dead in a battle over him. He marked their faces well, knowing that they’d join the other dead faces in his dreams that night and for many nights to come. The death of the Chief hurt him the most. He remembered how, during times of truce, the man had given them food and comfort. He remembered how, whenever one of the boys was injured, Peter could always depend on the Chief to offer healing. Now he was gone, and it was all because Peter had been too busy sucking Hook off to think that perhaps someone in Neverland might be worried about him.

Hook went about his business quickly, his anger and residual excitement simmering while he ensured his ship was set back to order. He was nearly shaking with emotion, his blood singing from the glory of bloodshed and the thrill of victory when his opponents fell at his feet. He’d been here for so long he’d nearly forgotten what it was to be a pirate, a true pirate who hunted his victims, pounced upon them ruthlessly to tear their lives and their treasures from them. Once this mess was cleared up, it would be time to relish the spoils of war… he glanced over at the boy that stumbled along beside him and Hook’s lips pressed together into an angry frown. Oh yes, he’d take every pleasure from his little trophy; but first, the brat needed to be reminded of his place and thoroughly punished for daring to defy his Captain. Just thinking about it, Hook tightened his grip and gave the boy a violent shake, his frown briefly turning to a smirk when Peter gave a cry of pain.

A few minutes later, the surprisingly efficient crew had completed their cursory cleanup. Eight Indian men, their Princess Tiger Lily, and John Darling lay, knelt or stood (each according to the severity of their injures) in a tight group, surrounded and held at gunpoint by the jeering pirates. The savages ignored their lesser enemies, watching instead Captain Hook, who now stood still and silent as he contemplated his captives.

Peter only had eyes for John, who lay gasping for breath in Tiger Lily’s arms. Please don’t die too, he pleaded silently. Live, even if you hate me and want to kill me, I don’t care as long as you live! He couldn’t bear for anyone else to die because of him.

The hand on the back of his neck abruptly disappeared, and Peter reflexively reached up to rub at his bruising muscles. He turned to look at Hook and took a step back when he saw that the man had drawn a pistol and now had it leveled at his forehead. I made him mad and now he’s going to kill me. His fear was only momentary, fading away into acceptance and a touch of relief. I deserve this. I killed my friends and I deserve to die and maybe now I’ll be forgiven for what I’ve done.

Hook’s eyes narrowed when he saw a faint smile on Peter’s lips, suspecting by the way the boy stood up a bit straighter that Peter welcomed the idea of being shot. Not that Hook had had any intention of doing so; he’d merely wanted to make a point. “If you try to interfere again, Pan,” the Captain told him levelly, “I’ll be forced to kill yet another of your little friends.” He gestured with his pistol and smiled when Peter turned his head and realized that the weapon was, in fact, pointed at Slightly, who stood behind Peter next to Curly and Twins. Satisfied that the brat would stay put this time, Hook returned his attention to his captives.

“Princess Tiger Lily, swear on your honor that you shall never again attack my ship and that you shall never return seeking Pan,” Hook ordered, pointing his pistol at the suffering boy in the girl’s lap, “and I will allow you and the remainder of your warriors to go free.”

Peter nodded when he saw the princess look to him, trying to encourage her to take the Captain’s generous offer. “I’ll be alright” he mouthed in her own tongue, hoping she would understand. He could handle Hook and he wasn’t afraid to die. He feared for those he cared about. He felt a surge of relief when he heard her agree, but his fear returned swiftly at the question she put to Hook.

“What about John and the other boys?” Smee translated for her.

Hook considered for a long moment, looking over at the children standing in a small knot amongst his crew. They’d stayed out of the fighting - he’d seen them hiding behind a stack of barrels, the twins sitting with their hands clapped over their ears and their eyes squeezed tightly shut while they cried. They’d be useless in a battle, and were next to useless in the more mundane duties he’d given them while aboard. The only one of the lot that was old enough to be worth his water was Slightly.

The crew hadn’t played rough with the lads thus far, likely due to their uncertain status aboard the ship (and probably because it hadn’t occurred to the men to bugger any of them). But there were no doubts in Hook’s mind that they’d be considered fair game now that it was known that the Captain had been taking one of their lot for his pleasure. It set a precedent for acceptable behavior. If he ordered the boys hands-off now, the men would likely mutiny. Despite the fact that he’d been using Pan, Hook’s stomach crawled at the thought of these younger boys being put to the same usage. Peter was older and sturdier, standing with one foot upon the threshold of boyhood and only a few inches shorter than Hook himself. The other boys were too soft, too innocent (if one gauged their naivety by their reactions to bloodshed) to have any business on a pirate ship. None of them would survive a week subjected to his crew’s collective lust. He’d rather just shoot them now and be done with it, or…

“Take the brats with you,” Hook decided, “I need strong backs on my ship and they’re just a waste of water and rations.” A couple of the men made disappointed noises, verifying Hook’s suspicions that the lads wouldn’t have remained innocent much longer. “But Mr. Darling stays here. He swore loyalty to me as his captain and signed the articles of piracy. He committed mutiny when he sided against me in battle, and for that he’ll be executed.” Hook cocked his pistol and dipped it slightly, taking aim at John’s head. “I suggest you back away from him, Princess. I’d hate for you to get any bloodier than you already are. Not to mention what may happen if I miss.”

“NO!” Peter screamed, hearing his cry echoed by the boys behind him and the girl holding his friend. Sudden, overwhelming panic flooded through him when he saw Hook’s fingers tighten on the trigger. He didn’t think of anything other than that he simply couldn’t watch another friend die. He leapt at the pistol, grabbing the man’s wrist with both hands and wrenching it down with all his strength. A gunshot split the air and Peter stiffened in surprise, staring up at Hook with large, frightened eyes. He’d defied Hook again. He didn’t regret it, not if he could somehow save his friend, but he wondered with more than a little trepidation just how the man would punish him for it.

“Peter?” Hook whispered, his heart actually skipping from fright when he unexpectedly found his boy in front of the gun when it went off. The way the boy stared at him, rigid and afraid, made Hook instantly fear that he’d just shot the lad. Hook dropped the gun and jerked the boy close, his hand running down Peter’s chest and stomach, searching for a bullet hole.

“I’m not hurt, James,” Peter said quietly, a little gratified that the man seemed to be worried for him. He told me to call him James this morning, while he was touching me, Peter mused with a soft smile. He cares about me, he really does. It was strange how happy that realization made him.

Hook glanced up at the boy when he heard that quiet statement and he frowned at the bemused smile on the boy’s face. A quick look down at the deck showed where the bullet had blasted a hole in the wood just behind Peter’s feet. Mere inches, the pirate thought, his stomach clenching with dismay. Mere inches from killing my boy. He’s alive, though. He’s unharmed, the stupid little…

“Fool!” Hook roared, his fear turning swiftly to renewed anger. He stood again, towering over the headstrong brat with a shaking rage he’d never felt before. “You arrogant, thoughtless, idiotic fool!” he shouted again, lashing out with a fierce backhand that caught Peter solidly across the cheek. The boy staggered backwards several steps before dropping to his knees on the deck, stunned nearly senseless from the blow.

“Thrice you’ve defied me, boy!” Hook yelled. “I told you to remain inside, and yet you run out here despite my direct order! You had the unmitigated gall to take up a weapon against me to save that savage bitch,” he gestured towards the princess and advanced a step towards Peter, his voice rising with every accusation, “don’t think for a moment I’ve forgotten that disobedience, brat! You’d best be glad you merely knocked my sword aside and then dropped your weapon, boy, else I’d be forced to have you executed alongside Mr. Darling. But were you thankful for that? No! You defy me once again and interfere with my rightful execution of a mutineer! Do you realize you could have been shot?!”

Peter stared up at Hook in dismayed shock, his head ringing and his face aching from the blow. The Captain’s words washed over him but he barely comprehended them. The only thing that was truly clear to Peter was that Hook was very angry with him… that he’d never seen the man this furious before (and considering how angry he’d made Hook when they were openly enemies, this was saying a lot). Peter sat back on his heels and watched the man warily, knowing better than to speak for now. He wasn’t about to apologize for what he’d done, since he didn’t regret it and would do it again if he had to. Fear filled him, but he fought it and struggled to remain calm while he waited for the Captain’s tirade to end.

“After everything I’ve done for you, Pan,” Hook spat, closing the distance between them so that he stood looming over the kneeling boy. Peter craned his head back to stare at him, and Hook drew a cruel pleasure from the vivid red mark that blossomed on the boy’s cheek. “I took you and your surviving friends in and offered you food and shelter. I put up with your pathetic sniveling over the death of your silly bint Wendy and offered you comfort. I even gave you a way to atone for your many sins, to make up for all the harm you’ve done! And this is my thanks?” He glared at the boy for a long moment, then drew his second pistol from his belt. “I believe I told you your little friends would suffer if you interfered with me again,” he snarled as he cocked it and glared at the knot of boys. Slightly stepped in front of the other boys, offering himself for sacrifice.

“Please, don’t,” Peter gasped, raising his hands to grasp Hook’s arm but checking the action, afraid to anger the man more. His heart pounded wildly as his head ached, but he readied himself to do whatever it took to free his friends. “I’ll do whatever you want; just let them take John and go free.”

“You already do whatever I want, little harlot,” Hook spat spitefully. “Anything you have to offer is already mine to take.” He laughed then, feeling a surge of malicious cruelty rise within him. Now was the time to show Pan his place, to humble and humiliate him as thoroughly as possible and quash forever all defiance in him. “Why don’t you show your little friends your new tricks? Show them what you’ve been doing to pass the time with me. Maybe if you put up a good performance, I’ll grant your request.” His men began to laugh and make crude comments, jeering at the boy that knelt before their captain. The Indians made sounds of dismay, which Hook ignored. “Come on then, Pan,” he ordered, his hand untying his breeches. “Show them all what a sweet little slut I’ve trained you to be.” The mere idea of having Pan suck him off here in public sent thrills down his spine and straight into his cock.

Peter felt his face heat with a sudden, unfamiliar feeling of shame. He understood now. This thing he’d done with Hook was something bad, something that was low and mean, and that apparently only despicable people did. Nevertheless, he rose up on his knees and, with hands that shook, finished unfastening the man’s pants and freed Hook’s rapidly awakening phallus. He focused on the task at hand, concentrating on those things he’d learned over the past few days in an effort to shut out his awareness of the crowd that watched him as he whored himself yet again to Hook. His fingers slid along the expanding length, bringing it alive with practiced ease. He knew just what to do to arouse Hook, and for the first time it struck him how appalling it was that he knew how to pleasure the man so well.

Opening his mouth and closing his eyes ‘I’ll give you a big surprise’ Hook had laughingly told him once, he brought his lips to the head of the man’s cock, sliding them around the tip and pushing them down the length, swallowing the member as deeply as he could. He heard Hook’s hiss of appreciation and felt a brief moment of satisfaction, but then he heard the crew’s laughter and remembered that this was no longer the innocent game he’d previously thought it was.

“Lookit ‘im suck it down!” a pirate cackled, clapping his hands in appreciation.

“Takes to it like a babe to ‘is mamma’s tit,” another one guffawed, eliciting jeering laughter from his mates. “Li’l babe’s gotta work for ‘is milk!”

What he’d done before with anticipation and pride now sickened Peter, making him feel cheap and dirty. He faltered for a moment, unable to stomach the humiliation and wanting to stop, but then he felt Hook’s hand in his hair and heard the man’s voice reminding him that lives hung in the balance. He quickened his pace, increasing the pressure of his lips and tongue on the organ in his mouth in the hopes that he could force the Captain to spend himself sooner, winning his friends’ freedom and ending this degradation as quickly as possible. When Hook began petting his hair in a mockery of affection, Peter felt angry tears gather in his eyes and his old, forgotten hatred for the man began to reawaken in his heart.

Hook leered down at the boy, lazily threading his fingers through the blond, unruly locks. Unwilling to appear overly affected by Peter’s masterful attentions, he refrained from thrusting into the boy’s mouth as he usually did. But oh, it was so hard… he was so hard and the way Peter’s tongue seemed to undulate along the underside of his cock, the pressure from the ring of the boy’s lips, sliding up and down as Pan gracefully bobbed his head… Hook gasped at a strange sensation and realized the boy was humming lowly, sending delicious vibrations throughout his cock. I can’t hold back, dear god I’m going to come!

“Enough!” Hook snapped, fingers clenching in the boy’s hair and snatching the exquisite mouth from his prick. Not here, not now and not this way. I’ve shown him his place, now its time for him to apologize. He pushed the boy away and awkwardly tucked his aching manhood away, fastening his breeches just enough to keep them up.

“Put the savages in their canoes and send them home,” he ordered his crew, grinning as he snagged Peter’s collar with his claw and hauled the boy to his feet. Peter swayed, wiping at his lips and eyes, and Hook noted with a touch of glee that the boy was crying. “I want all the brats to accompany them, including Mr. Darling, and you are to let them leave unmolested. I have unfinished business to attend to with Mr. Pan in my cabin.”

Peter glanced at his friends, but looked away quickly at their expressions of confusion and disgust. His eyes turned to the Indians and flinched away just as quickly, seeing similar disgust there, mingled with anger. They hate me. They all know, they know what I am now. I’m disgusting and I don’t deserve their help. He felt thankful, though, that Hook would keep his word and release his friends. He wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore, and they wouldn’t be here to see his degradation any longer. Peter stumbled at the tug on his collar and blindly trotted along after Hook like a dog on a short leash, his eyes glued to the deck as he was led back to the Captain’s cabin and whatever further punishment awaited him there.
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