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Return to Me from Far Away	By : sboyle Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Crossovers Views: 1748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Captain James Hook. They are still calling you that, aren’t they?” The other man’s musing tone was an insult wrapped in polite conversation.

“Not since I lost the Jolly Roger.” Hook turned away and the bartender handed him another drink. He withdrew the stub of a cigar from between his lips, having pierced it with his hook, and took a long swig from the mug.

“Now really, James. You’ll destroy yourself like that, you know.” Lucius stepped up to the bar and nodded to the man tending it; after a few moments he was brought a tumbler with ice and a dark, fragrant liquor, which he sipped as he settled onto a stool. His posture was carefully studied, one foot propped on the rung so he could put himself at an angle. “It can’t be all that bad.”

Hook smiled dangerously. He was cleaner than the last time Lucius saw him, and the scruff of stubble at his throat had been shaved. Hook set the cigar down in a glass ashtray and combed his goatee with his fingers. “How long has it been, Lucius?” he asked.

“Since we last spoke? Oh, a very long time indeed.” Lucius smirked. They both knew very well how long it had been.

“Didst thou miss me?” James asked, his lips quirking into a smile. Lucius looked him over appraisingly; his costume was not as garish as his usual garb, and was certainly not enough to attract attention in Knockturn Alley. Long ruffled sleeves partially hid the gleaming metal hook that had earned the pirate his nickname. James looked healthy for a change.

“I thought you were still in Neverland,” Lucius murmured. It would not do to have the other patrons hear such talk.

James shrugged and sipped his drink, somewhat more delicately than before. “I spent quite a long time there, yes. But I decided to come back to the real world.”

“What of Pan?”

“He has quite conveniently forgotten I exist by now, I’m sure.” He looked at Lucius and smiled nastily. “And he’s certainly forgotten you.”

Lucius sneered in response. “I did not ask to be remembered,” he said softly, his tone dangerous. “Unlike you, I was content to have my time there and leave.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Lucius.” James turned away slightly and Lucius grabbed his arm. The pirate moved faster than the wizard would have imagined possible, bringing his hook into contact with Lucius’ stomach and pausing. Lucius could feel the point through his robes. “I could kill you where you stand,” James whispered, “And not feel a thing.”

The wizard’s ice-blue eyes met the pirate’s, the color of forget-me-nots in bloom. Every time one looked into those eyes one thought of that innocent little flower, begging to be remembered. Yet James, like Lucius, had been forgotten by the boy they’d both loved. “What did you do, all those years after he defeated you, once I left?” Lucius whispered.

James withdrew the point from Lucius’ side, and the wizard released his arm. “I mourned,” James said.

Lucius swallowed. “For Pan?”

“Some.” James looked down at Lucius’ sumptuous robes. The sable collar, the heavy wool overcoat, the black kid gloves were all accoutrements of another generation. Lucius did not belong in this time any more than James did. “And also for you.”

“Mourned? For me?” Lucius asked, smiling derisively. “You have no reason to feel sorry for me, James.”

James quirked an eyebrow. “I didn’t feel sorry for you, Lucius. I missed you.”

Lucius remembered the day James left him, to go back to England and make his fortune. He was tired of living the Lost Boys’ life. Lucius had refused to go, and had tried to persuade James to stay. But nothing could stop him when he made up his mind. He was so stubborn. Quite like Lucius in that regard, actually. And they were alike in many other ways as well: ruthless, arrogant, confident, and charming. They had been Pan’s seconds, ruling over the other boys and inspiring fear and respect in the Indians and the mermaids, and love in the fairies.

Then that happiness was shattered, one day in Neverland when James walked out onto the beach and took to the sky, promising that someday, when he’d had enough of growing up, he would return.

And return he did.

With a shipload of pirates and a wicked gleam in his forget-me-not eyes, James sailed back into the lagoon and struck terror into the hearts of the Lost Boys. He hardly seemed to recognize Lucius, which crushed the boy. But oh, he remembered Peter. Remembered him all too well. Life had been hard for James, in the grown-up world; he’d returned to his family home in England and found no one there. A ten-year-old boy has no place alone in the streets of London, and he found himself arrested and sold into service aboard a Navy vessel as a cabin boy. Lucius had never heard the whole story, but the gist of it was this: James had returned to Neverland with a hatred of Peter Pan, whom he saw as having talked him into leaving, with his stories of the houses and families in London. Peter had talked about the theatres going up just outside the city, but James had seen only the dogfights and pestilence. Peter had brought back tales of a fabulous court with a beautiful queen; James saw only the cruelty of the nobles as they grew fat on the work of the poor.

Somehow he had ended up in command of the Jolly Roger. Somehow he had sailed her back to Neverland. And somehow, he was going to exact his revenge on Peter.

“I missed you too,” Lucius said softly, in a child’s voice.

“No you didn’t.” James shook his head sadly. “You hardly remember I exist, Lucius. You’re like all the other boys; out of sight, out of mind.”

Lucius’ lip curled. “That’s not true, Jas!” he said in a harsh whisper. The bartender glanced at them and Lucius sat back, trying to compose his features. He had a reputation to uphold. “You forgot me first,” he said. “When you came back to us, all grown up and bitter, you looked right in my eyes and there was no recognition. You tore my heart in two.”

The two men did not look at each other. Lucius put down a few coins, enough to pay for both tabs, and stood. “Come home with me,” he said softly.

“You have a new life now, Lucius. I don’t belong.”

“My wife is dead. My son is at school. The house is empty.” Lucius touched Hook’s shoulder gently. “Please.”

James’ eyes lifted to his. “Your son?” he asked. Lucius nodded.

“Draco,” he said.

“Draco Malfoy,” James said, testing the name in his mouth. “What is he like?”

Lucius smiled proudly. “He is the spitting image of me in the old days, James. Rough him up a bit and give him a dagger, and he could be marauding with you in the jungles.”

Without a word, the pirate followed the wizard out into the street.

Malfoy Manor was indeed empty; even the servants had been sent away. Only one old butler stayed on to keep the place tidy and wait on Lucius, and Draco when he was home for holidays. Lucius led James into the study.

“This is amazing,” James said.

Lucius sat down across from him. He had come to London with Wendy, all those years ago, but soon found himself missing something: James. And when he returned he found the pirate, barely alive and filled with sorrow where once there had been hatred. He comforted Hook, but soon the time came for him to return once more to the world of grown-ups and take his place as Lord Malfoy. And so he flew once more to England, and enrolled in Hogwarts, and all but forgot about James.

Now James, his beloved James, was sitting in the study in Malfoy Manor, staring at him with those forget-me-not eyes and bringing back all sorts of memories, both fond and painful.

“Father turned things around, after Peter came,” Lucius said. “With fewer mouths to feed, he was quite successful. No one knew the truth about him, of course. The Malfoys were wizards then too, and have been ever since. Pure blood, every drop.” Lucius looked at his wrists as though contemplating the red fluid that flowed through his veins. “I wanted you to see all this, James. But I couldn’t get back once I’d grown up. There was a war on, you know.”

“I understand.” James traced the razor edge of the hook with his fingertips. “Mother and Father …were they happy, after I left?”

“I don’t know,” Lucius admitted. He looked at James for a long moment, then stood. The pirate watched him walk over and sit on the floor, haunches on heels, like a little boy. His long blond hair seemed like a river of gold up close. James remembered it short and wild, with leaves and snake bones wound into it. “I needed you, James.”

“No. You needed the boy you remembered, the one who didn’t exist anymore.” James traced Lucius’ chin with his fingers. “You needed your brother.”

Lucius’ face contorted slightly and James slid forward, to his knees, to pull Lucius’ head to his chest. He heard a gentle sob. “Go ahead and cry,” James murmured, brushing his hook through the flaxen locks. The two men looked remarkably alike save for their hair; Lucius looked like his mother and father, and James did not. Were it not for the brothers’ resemblance, one might almost have believed James a bastard. He and Lucius were bound from birth; Lucius’ hand had been grasping his brother’s heel as they were born, and like Jacob he alone had their father’s blessing. He was the master of Malfoy Manor, a wealthy and powerful man. Yet like Jacob he sought his brother’s forgiveness and comfort.

When the mighty shoulders stilled, James pulled his brother up to look him in the eyes. Lucius’ were rimmed with red, but no tears had spilled from them. He inhaled sharply and leveled a cold gaze on James. “You needed me then because you were a child,” the pirate said softly. “Now you are a man.”

James did not flinch as Lucius touched his face. “No. I need you still,” the wizard murmured, and James was paralyzed as his brother’s lips met his.

He had stopped Lucius, all those years ago, when the ten-year-old boy tried to do more than comfort him. Now his brother was a man. Lucius was powerfully erotic in his mannerisms, his speech, his movement, and now he knew what he was doing. James carded his fingers into his brother’s hair and pulled him in to deepen the kiss. After a moment Lucius pulled back, breathing hard, his cheeks flushed.

“We should get off the floor,” he murmured.

“Yes. Terribly bad form.” James stood and gave Lucius his hand up. They dusted off the wizard’s robes together.

“My bedroom is down the hall,” Lucius offered. James looked at him. His brother’s face was a mixture of shyness and brazen desire, just as it had been all that time ago in that distant land. Lucius was no longer an innocent, by any means. James nodded and Lucius took his hand once more. Follow me, Jas. I’ve found something, murmured a child’s voice in James’ mind. I wanted to share it with you. Lucius’ fingers were hot through the leather gloves.

James grew frustrated with the delicate silk frogs on Lucius’ vest. With one hand he had only managed to open two of them. Lucius smiled sadly and took his wand from the snakehead cane. James wasn’t sure what he said, but the closures fell open with a whisper. Had he been anyone else, James might have been surprised by the obvious show of sorcery. But one does not live in Neverland for very long before one encounters magic.

Lucius smiled as James trailed the cold steel hook down his cheek, watching in fascination as the delicate flesh yielded slightly to the hard metal. He did not press hard enough to draw blood, though there was a reddened line down his brother’s jaw. Then James reached under his shirt, which Lucius had unbuttoned, and undid the catch. He set the contraption down gently.

“You can have a new hand,” Lucius murmured against his lips. “Magic can do that.”

“But then I would not be James Hook,” he answered, smiling.

Lucius nuzzled his chin. “Perhaps instead you can be James Malfoy, as before,” he said, his hand cupping his brother’s sex boldly.

“It has been many years since I went by that name,” James said, his hand clasping over Lucius’. “I don’t think I could bear to part with the old thing, really. It’s so convenient for slaughter.” Lucius laughed lightly and his fingers stroked James through the fabric, encouraged by his brother’s hand on top of them. He had stripped his gloves off carelessly, minutes earlier, and James spotted one lying on the floor.

Their mouths met hungrily, and James pulled Lucius’ hand away from his growing hardness. He pushed the shirt off his brother’s shoulders and tasted the supple flesh eagerly, urging Lucius back toward the bed. Lucius halted him only to kick off his shoes and strip off his trousers; James likewise slipped out of his boots and breeches and crawled onto the duvet to devour his brother’s long, lean throat.

“You were so beautiful,” James whispered, his hand finding the erection that mirrored his own. Lucius groaned and bucked against him. “And your hands so soothing. I couldn’t bring myself to defile so perfect a child.” Lucius closed his eyes and arched his back, purring happily as James’ fingers caressed his heated flesh, sliding the foreskin up and out of the way as his thumb stroked the sensitive head. “But you are not a child anymore, Lucius. And now I may give in to all my dark urges.”

“Oh, god,” Lucius moaned. He kissed James with desperate fervency, his leg hooking around his brother’s thigh to bring their erections into sizzling contact. Despite himself, James thrust into the sensation. Lucius made love to his mouth, thrusting his tongue into the warm, receptive depths, even as his hips mimicked the motion. They were grinding together faster, harder, their desperate breaths loud in the air around them as they broke from searing kisses. Lucius’ nails dug into James’ back, leaving red marks. James licked and sucked and bit at his brother’s throat, gasping his name, before words escaped him completely.

“Oh James, oh god, fuck yes,” Lucius breathed in litany, clawing wildly at the other man’s broad shoulders. James seized his hand and thrust it into the pillow, bearing his weight down on his powerful forearms. Lucius surrendered the other wrist to James’ control. He was being driven to madness by the hot, hard cock that was rubbing against his, fluids mingling as they neared their completion. He wanted more, but all he could do was push back harder and kiss James as though it were the last kiss he would ever give.

In his mind, it was like Lucius was fifteen again, having sex with a man for the first time. He had no control over himself; he was merely reacting to his need and the pleasure he was feeling. Lucius cried out as he came, his body trembling powerfully. James could not help but smile, his face pressed against the crook of his brother’s shoulder. Lucius wrested his hand away from James and wrapped his fingers around the other man’s weeping hardness, stroking firmly and expertly. It was enough to send James over the edge, and he thrust hard one last time, growling deep in his throat as he spilled his seed.

They lay together for a moment, trembling and panting. James kissed the hollow at the base of Lucius’ throat gently and rolled onto his back. Lucius looked at him for a moment, a satisfied smile creeping over his lips. He let his fingers trail over the sweat-slicked stomach, finding a scar and tracing it with his thumb. James idly turned his brother’s hand over, stroking the tender flesh on the inside of Lucius’ wrist.

“What’s this?” he murmured, fingers skimming the mark on his brother’s arm. Lucius was otherwise flawless, unscarred, with perfect skin and pale blond body hair.

“It’s a long story,” Lucius said, kissing his brother’s shoulder.

James chuckled and pulled Lucius into his arms, ignoring the drying stickiness between them. He kissed the little bare spot behind Lucius’ ear, nuzzling the heavy blond hair with his nose. His brother wriggled slightly, ticklish. “You will have plenty of time to tell it,” James said softly, his breath caressing Lucius’ ear.

“Promise me we’ll never be apart again,” Lucius said. James’ brow furrowed. He leaned his forehead against Lucius’ temple, his face troubled. Lucius’ fingers were toying idly with James’ dark curls.

“Never…is a very long time.”
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