30/3/04

Title: Ruination
Author: Squeezynz
Chapter: One

Rated: Major "R" "NC17" whatever you need to put on for an adult rating. And this is adult, don't be fooled.....oh boy, is this adult.
There is M/M non consensual sex, swearing and lots of rude stuff.
You have been warned. There is PeterHurt/WendyComfort as well, to help even out the rest, but don't think that this is a nice fluffy piece.
It is not.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: Slash - Hook/Peter.....completely smutty vision that I can't get out of my head until I get it down on paper.(so to speak)
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Peter groaned, pain the first sensation to intrude on the enveloping blackness, his head moving from side to side in a vain attempt to escape the throbbing in his temples. He shifted, finding his arms and legs unable to move, a chinking sound alerting him to the certain knowledge that he was chained down. Forcing his eyes open a mere slit, he cried out as sunlight stabbed into his brain, his mouth pulled into a grimace as he rode out the red, stabbing lightening that surged through his head. Panting, he kept his head perfectly still, the red pain receding as he lay gritting his teeth, tasting blood in his mouth. With consciousness came awareness, as he started to feel the sting of scrapes and cuts up and down the length of his body, a deep ache down his back as if bruised. Still shallow breathing, Peter tried to open his eyes again, the light not provoking the pain in quite such overwhelming waves, as he blinked to bring his vision into focus. Gasping aloud, he stared up at the beams above his head, before turning to look at the rest of the room. What he saw made him close his eyes briefly, as panic swept through him.

He was in Hook's cabin aboard the pirate ship, the Jolly Roger.

Tilting his head back slightly, his hair pulling as he twisted, allowed him enough leeway to learn that he was currently splayed out and secured to a bed, which explained why the surface under his back was so yielding, the mattress bare of any linen or pillows. Flexing his arms and legs proved that he was securely tied, with little or no movement to do more than wriggle, his experimental tugs useless in freeing either a hand or a foot. Lifting his head on his neck enabled him to look down the length of his body, only to find that his weapons, pan flute and clothes were all gone, his body devoid of all covering except what nature had given him at his birth. Dropping his head back to the mattress, Peter stared up at the ceiling and tried to remember what had happened before his awakening in Hook's cabin.

He recalled hearing Wendy call out his name, her voice shrill with fear, but why she would be afraid or how he came to be captured remained a worrying blank in his memory. Turning his head to the side he inspected the cuffs that held him securely, surprised to find them made of soft leather, not hard metal, so that no matter how hard he pulled, the restraints didn't break or mark his skin. Puzzled as to why Hook would show such consideration for his prisoner, Peter tried to bring his wrist to his mouth to chew at the leather, but he was unable to get close enough, the distance judged too fine for him to get anywhere close to his bindings.

Relaxing the tension in his neck, he lay quietly for a moment, the sound of his heart loud in his ears as he tried to figure out what dire fate Hook could possibly have devised, which involved Peter naked and secured to a bed. As the thought was voiced in his head, the realisation of just what he was there for suddenly broke over him with icy clarity, his heart starting up a rapid tattoo as he renewed his struggles to get free.

For all his youth, Peter was not an innocent. He had been around pirates too long not to know some of their more unpleasant and unsavoury habits and predilections. The facts of life were known to him, from his own exploration of his body's functions and fancies, as well as his knowledge gained by spying on both the pirates and the Indians, neither of which ignored their sexual needs, providing their unknown watcher with a concise understanding of what men did with women, and what men did with men. Even among the Lost Boys there was much ribaldry and good natured teasing about their bodies, and those parts of the male anatomy that had a habit of responding to stimuli, at the most inappropriate times, causing much hilarity and embarrassment. Being the eldest, Peter kept the horseplay from going too far, the younger boys happy to remain oblivious of the true nature of their immature sexual desires. Wendy's arrival had shown Peter a new side to his own nature, one that had desires and yearnings, that wanted to touch and be touched in ways he'd only experimented with on his own. She had also wanted to explore her burgeoning womanhood and between them, Peter and Wendy lost their innocence with each other, but gained a world of sensuality and love.

In the process they bodies started to mature, Wendy's to blossom with the curves and soft pliancy of a young woman, Peter to grow the hard muscles and long limbs of a virile and vibrantly alive young man.

Now, since Wendy had returned with him to Neverland and decided to stay, they enjoyed each other with a hedonistic abandon that would have shocked and appalled her parents, if they had had the slightest inclination of their daughters behaviour, with the boy that stole her away with his wicked eyes and ready smile. As it was they knew nothing of Wendy's life in Neverland, nor had any influence on what she did with her life, now that it was irrevocably entwined and meshed with Peter's.

Which only made his present predicament all the more horrible, if his vivid imagination was anything to go by. He had heard and seen things on the Jolly Roger that would make the most hardened villain blanch, Hook's propensity for unwarranted spite and debauchery a legend among his crew and throughout Neverland itself. Hook, despatched by Peter into the maw of the crocodile, had returned shortly after, rounding up his scattered crew and boarding the abandoned ship, with tales circulating about the fate of the crocodile, ranging from Hook gutting the beast, to him poisoning it. Either way, Hook survived, more cruel and determined to end Peter's life than before, if such a thing was at all possible.

Now he had achieved his goal, Hook had captured Peter and had him secured in his cabin. As far as Peter was concerned, his life was done for, only needing the killing blow to end it. At the thought of dying, Peter's only regret was not having a chance to bid farewell to Wendy, her face coming to his mind so readily, he almost felt he could touch her, his mouth curving into a smile of remembrance as he recalled their last tryst under the moon as they made love among the wild flowers. He had once renounced love to her face, when they'd danced under a full moon among the fairies, but it had only taken one kiss to banish that foolish pretend, blowing all his preconceived ideas about love to the four winds, replacing the disdain of love to a craving for it, Wendy's kiss igniting a flame inside him that only she could quench. When he'd returned her to her home, in company with her brothers, Peter had flown away never expecting to see her again, his heart leaden in his chest, but it had only taken a month for him to realise that he couldn't exist without her, his flight back to London sped on the realisation that he loved and was loved. When he arrived he found that Wendy felt the same, her delight in his arrival an excuse to revisit the all too brief thimbling that had saved his life aboard the Jolly Roger's hardwood deck. Armed with the knowledge that she was as enraptured as he, it was no great difficulty to lure her back to Neverland for a supposedly brief visit, which had now stretched into a matter of three years and more.

Now all that bliss was about to be cut short, his death a certainty as soon as Hook chose to return to his cabin.

Resigned to his fate, Peter lost himself in reverie, images of Wendy parading across his minds eye, as he lost himself in memory, a final farewell before the darkness and pain of Hook's revenge tore him from her forever.

He must have dozed, the cabin dark when he next opened his eyes, blinking up at the dark planking of above his head. His body felt chilled, goosebumps sprouting on his skin, as he felt a shiver chase down his spine. His lips felt dry and he licked them, a twinge from lower down his body telling him he needed to pee.

As he lay staring into the darkness, he wondered why he hadn't heard any sounds from the deck, either before or now. The ship appeared to be deserted, only the slap of water against her hull audible from where he lay. As he drew air into his lungs, to yell for attention, a scraping sound drew his startled eyes to a shadowed corner of the cabin, where he saw a match suddenly burst into life, illuminating the saturnine features of Captain James Hook.

"I wouldn't bother calling boy.....there's no one to hear you."

Peter remained mute, his eyes following the dark figure as Hook rose to his feet and slowly advanced on his prisoner, his eyes narrowing as he sucked smoke deeply into his lungs, from the double silver cigar holder held by a special attachment on his curved hook. Lazily he blew out a cloud of blue smoke, that drifted over Peter where he lay, making him cough as the spicy exhalation enveloped him.

"What a delightfully plucked pigeon we have in our clutches....not so cocky now, Peter Pan....feeling a little chilled are we?"

Turning away from the bed, James Hook single-handedly lit another match and held the flame to the wick of a candle, the gold light flaring up to chase the shadows to the corners of the room. With the same match he lit three more candles, the leaping flames casting a golden glow over the figure on the bed, but conversely giving the Captains face more shadows, as he blew out the match and dropped it into the base of one of the candles holders. Turning on his well-polished heel, he returned to gaze down at the young man displayed for his delectation on the mattress. His eyes glittered in the candle light, as he swept his gaze down the length of Peter's body, pausing at strategic points, the Captains' eyes gleaming as he noted the long lean muscles and smooth limbs, all painted a honey gold by constant exposure to the sun. As he looked, he saw Peter's muscles flex as he subtly tried to free himself, his arms bulging as he pulled at the restraints.

"Don't bother yourself with thoughts of escape....there is none. I wouldn't have gone to all this trouble just to have you walk out of here with so little effort. I have long wanted to have you just as you are, helpless and at my mercy. It is quite the most delicious sight I have seen in many a long year."

Peter glared back at him, his mouth a thin line of rebuttal, his sea-green eyes turned a deep emerald, by the wavering candle light and his own fear. Hook gloated unashamedly, his eyes running all over Peter's lithesome body, dwelling with unholy glee on his smooth skin and well defined torso, watching Peter's chest rise and fall as if mesmerised by the rhythm, his eyes drawn to the flat stomach that flexed as Peter still tested his bonds. Licking his lips, Hook took a long drag on his cigars, the tips glowing brightly before he released the end, the smoke curling into his lungs with an acrid bite before he blew it out through his nose and mouth, the tendrils of smoke curling around his head as he gazed down on his captive. Inevitably his eyes were drawn to Peter's sex, the limp manhood nestled in its bed of blond-tipped curls, quiescent between his thighs. Peter noted the direction of Hook's interest and almost squirmed, only just managing not to cringe, for fear of moving and drawing more attention.

"You have certainly developed in lots of areas, haven't you Peter...living with your Wendy obviously agrees with you, but does she really appreciate just what a beautiful boy you really are?"

"Boys aren't beautiful," Peter ground out, a flush creeping up his neck as he fought to free himself.

"Oh but you are Peter....a most beautiful boy, quite the most beautiful boy I have ever seen in my life....it is almost sinful for anyone to have so much, when others have so little.....and to think it's all mine now.....what a delight,"

Peter swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly as dry as a desert. He saw a flame leap into Hooks eyes as he spoke, his gaze never leaving Peter's body as he walked around the bed, the glow of his cigars lighting his dark features briefly, highlighting Hook's eyes so that they shone silver, his long hair swinging against his shoulders as he rounded the end of the bed and looked at Peter from the end.

The view for Hook was even better from where he stood now. Peter's legs were pulled apart, his ankles fastened to each corner, leaving his manhood and scrotum exposed to Hook's avid gaze. The dark valley between Peter's legs secretive and alluring as Hook continued to walk around the bed, ending up where he started, his cigars almost burnt to the socket. Peter had turned his head away, unable to stand the scrutiny, his cheeks flushed with hectic colour as his limbs started to tremble uncontrollably.

Hook saw the slight tremor and smiled, his teeth very white against his dark moustache and neatly trimmed goatee.

"Have you ever been with a man, Peter?"

A strangled sound came from Peter's throat as he shook his head emphatically, his eyes shooting daggers at Hook, as the Captain turned to remove the cigar holder from his hook.

"No?...well then, you are in for a treat, Peter my boy. For tonight, you are going to be introduced to the pleasure of Zeus...and pleasures they most definitely are."

"NO!" Peter screamed, his neck cording as he fought desperately to free his hands, his arms bulging as panic seeped into his efforts, jerking his body from the mattress. As Hook watched, his tongue snaked out to wet his lips, while Peter writhed impotently, as secure after his struggles as he was before.

Panting, Peter looked up at Hook, his eyes wide, his mouth open as he tried to draw air into his starved lungs.

"No..." Peter ground out, his mouth pulled into a grimace as he twisted his head away, closing his eyes to Hook's burning gaze.

"I think I'm going to enjoy educating you....I haven't had to break in a new boy for such a long time....I've almost forgotten how rewarding it is....you fight now, Peter, but soon I'll have you begging for my slightest touch, whimpering for me to bring you to completion...oh yes, I can see this is going to be a most pleasurable experience...for both of us."

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Peter watched James Hook through his lashes, his body tense and fearful, his flesh quivering as he fought to still the panic rising in his throat. Hook had his back to Peter, his attention on something or other set out on the table, out of Peter's line of sight. In his mind, Peter screamed for help, screamed to be set free, screamed to stop the nightmare that Hook had described to him. He felt his eyes burn as fear overwhelmed him, almost wishing he could beg the pirate Captain to end his life now, without laying an indecent hand upon him, but he knew that this was just what James Hook wanted, to hear Peter beg and plead before he went ahead with his plans regardless.

So Peter remained mute, his screams resounding in his mind but never passing his lips. Hook finally turned to survey the young man on the mattress, his lips curving in a lascivious smile, as if he could smell the fear curling through Peter's stomach.

"You are going to enjoy this Peter......much more than you realise."

"Never....you misbegotten bastard......I'm not a catamite!"

"Maybe not now......but you will be, my beautiful boy....you will be."

As Peter glared, Hook started to undo the buttons of his waistcoat with his one hand, his long fingers lingering over each button, his eyes never wavering from Peter's face, watching every nuance and flicker, his lips painted in a perpetual smirk of conquest. When he reached the last button, he shed the waistcoat and started on the shirt beneath, unlacing the neck and unbuttoning the cuffs before pulling it over his head, exposing his chest sprinkled with a fair covering of black hair that snaked down and disappeared into the waistline of his breeches. Hook's leather harness was next, which Peter was fascinated to see, having never seen how the man kept his hook in place before. With an economy of effort, the harness joined the shirt and waistcoat on the back of a chair, leaving Hook naked from the waist up, his foreshortened arm naked to Peter's curious gaze. The skin on the stump appeared slightly puckered but otherwise quite neat, the arm above still well defined and muscled, despite its missing hand. Seeing Peter's curiosity, Hook lifted his maimed arm and moved it around, showing it to him from different angles, the light coating Hook's paler skin with a golden glow, his dark hairs on arm and chest glinting with blue highlights.

"Amazing isn't it.....that a man can survive such a traumatic wound and continue on.....I almost don't miss my hand.....except in moments like this, when a second hand would be a distinct advantage....but whatever, we'll just have to manage."

Moving forward, Hook stood right next to the bed, looking down at Peter, whose eyes had imperceptibly widened as he tried to prepare himself for what he thought was about to happen. The pirate smiled to himself, well aware of the thoughts running through his head and taking a inordinate amount in pleasure in the knowledge that before too long, the boy would be begging his sworn enemy to give him the release he craved.

With infinite care, he knelt by the bed, his hand reaching out to lay flat on the boys chest, Peter flinching at the first contact, his eyes screwed tight shut as Hook kept his hand positioned above the boys heart. Under his fingers Hook could feel Peter's heart-rate increase, as if the boy had been running a race, panic raising his blood-pressure alarmingly.

"You really need to calm down.....you'll burst a blood vessel if you keep this up....and we've only just started. It would be a shame to be only left your corpse for me to defile....but no mind, I don't intend to stop now...."

He grinned as Peter shot him a look of loathing before turning his head resolutely away, his lips pressed together.

Lifting his hand, Hook started to stroke Peter's chest, his fingers softly pressing against the boys' flesh, feeling the hard muscles and soft sinew that stretched and flexed as the boy breathed in and out. Peter's nipples lay flat against his skin, but it didn't stop Hook from leaning down, his long hair brushing against Peter's side, and reaching out his tongue to lick at the small circles of dark skin, the nipple pebbling and peaking under his tongue as Hook laved the sensitive nubbin, until it stood proud of Peter's flesh.

Peter bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, surprised at the sensations rippling down his body from having Hook's teeth and tongue rasp over his chest. The tickle of the mans facial hair was exciting feelings across his skin that shocked and alarmed him. Not content to arouse just one, Hook leant over further and gave the other side the same attention, raising the nipple to match its partner, Hook's tongue and fingers playing gently with the sensitive flesh as Peter strove to ignore the feelings coursing through his body. Unbidden and unwanted, Peter felt his sex start to stir, his blood starting to pool in his loins as Hook continued to stroke and knead his chest and ribs, his hot tongue paying special attention to his sensitised nipples as Peter panted unevenly, striving to maintain his slender control in the face of a determined seduction. Satisfied that he had started the boy on the slide down into capitulation, Hook left off his attentions to the now hardened nipples and started to work his way further down Peter's torso, pressing kisses along the line of the boys sternum, down to his flat belly that leap and jerked under his lips, feeling soft and vulnerable, quivering uncontrollably as Hook's mouth burnt its way down towards his navel.

Hook raised his head momentarily, his mouth pulled into a grin as he surveyed Peter's tortured expression, the boys eyes screwed shut, his mouth twisted into a grimace as he sought to deny his body's responses.

Turning back to his task, he noted that Peter's sex was already half erect, his body responding to Hook's lust even as Peter's mind fought against it. Dipping his head once more, the pirate Captain turned his attention to the flat expanse of Peter's belly, the inwardly turned belly button dipping enticingly into his flesh, begging to be filled with Hook's tongue and lips. Obliging, he circled the small indentation, the flesh beneath quivering and trembling, the muscles flexing as he dipped the tip of his tongue into the hole and out again, a strangled sound coming from the head of the bed as Hook sucked on the flesh around the hole, nipping it then laving it to sooth and bathe the warm skin. Looking up again, he saw that Peter had drawn his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down on it to help him fight against Hook's ministrations, but the older man knew that it was all in vain, the boys phallus already stiffening as Hook watched, the flesh rising from its bed of curls to rest against the boys firm thigh, a bead of precum already visible at its head.

Licking his lips, Hook nuzzled his way past Peter's navel and approached the thick bush of pubic curls that forested Peter's groin. A heady musk rose to Hook's nose, the man inhaling the familiar and never forgotten aroma, his own manhood straining at his breeches as he moved further down the bed to continue Peter's initiation into the rites of Zeus.

Peter sucked in air as if he was drowning, his body trembling as he felt Hook rest his hand on his thigh, stroking slow circles barely inches from his engorged sex. Peter almost moaned when Hook used his handless arm to part Peter's legs more fully, pressing one thigh to the mattress to further expose the boys juncture between his legs.

Peter felt completely undone, his mind screaming at his body to stop reacting so blatantly to his enemies clever seduction, but his body wouldn't listen, too used to responding to Wendy's equally arousing touch to be able to differentiate between the two, his phallus now fully erect and hard, his loins awash with heat and expectation.

"Open your eyes and look, Peter Pan......I don't want you pretending this is your whore touching you, I want you to know who is bringing pleasure to you, who is arousing you....I want you to know its me, James Hook, making your body hard and willing."

"No....no.....no......no..." Peter shook his head, his eyes still tight shut, his teeth bared in a grimace as he denied Hook's softly spoken words. He felt the pirates weight lift off his leg just moments before a hand furrowed through his hair, gripping it tightly, tears of pain springing to his eyes as Hook shook his head roughly. Peter opened his eyes as his scalp protested the pull on his hair, Hook leering down at him, his eyes glittering.

"You will look at me because I say you will. Accept what your body already has....you are a slave to lust.....whether it's that slut of a Wendy, or your greatest enemy.....you are nothing but a slave to sex, Peter Pan.....and I will take my share of this body.... and you will enjoy it......I can promise you that...."

"Never.....I will never.....I would rather die than submit to you.....I can't stop what you're doing, or my bodies reaction to it.....I'm sure you're practised enough to raise the dead! But I won't submit willingly.......NEVER!"

"Never is a very long time....you will submit.....I will make you beg!"

With a final shake, Hook released Peter's head, a tear escaping the corner of Peter's eye as he glared up at his tormentor, his teeth bared in a snarl as Hook laughed down at him.

During their confrontation, Peter's body had wilted, but Hook didn't stop, his maimed arm once more forcing Peter's thighs apart before his hand reached for the partly flaccid penis and enclosed it in his long, warm fingers. Peter hissed through his teeth as his body responded to the stimulus and started to harden again. As Hook stroked his hand up and down the rapidly stiffening shaft, he wet his lips, his eyes glowing appreciatively as Peter's manhood rose to the occasion, obedient to Hook's caresses, even if its owner remained defiant. Pumping the now rock hard, velvety skinned phallus, Hook stroked his thumb over the head, smearing the bead of precum over the soft, hot flesh before lowering his head and licking the engorged penis from its musky base all the way up to its flushed head with the flat of his tongue. Peter almost leap off the bed, as far as his restraints would allow him, his mouth falling open as he panted, unable to resist the purely sensual feel of Hook's hand and mouth on his sex.

Still with his hand around the shaft, Hook lowered his mouth again and took the head into his lips, the salty taste of semen dancing over his tongue as he lapped at the hot flesh, feeling it jerk and twitch within his hand as he licked all around, before opening his mouth wide and engulfing Peter's manhood.

Sparks started to fire behind Peter's eyelids as he groaned deep in his throat, his hands clutching convulsively into fists as Hook's hot mouth made love to his flesh, licking and teasing, nibbling and sucking on his heated manhood until everything narrowed down to that one part of his body, his nerves firing erratically, sending heat coursing everywhere, a flush staining his neck and chest as he strained, his hips lifting off the bed to thrust up into the pirates mouth in mindless want.

Hook no longer had to hold Peter's legs down, his thighs parted willingly, falling open to give him greater access. Casting his eyes upwards, Hook had the enviable view of Peter Pan in the throws of passion, his blond head thrown back against the mattress, exposing his corded neck, his chest heaving as the breath broke from his parted lips in harsh gasps. It was a sight Hook had never thought to see, but had often dreamed about as he brought himself to completion in the darkness of his cabin. Peter's hips were lifting off the mattress as far as they would go, his pelvis thrusting up into Hook's mouth as he lifted and lowered his lips and teeth over Peter's rigid penis, all steel in velvet on his tongue. The boy was close, his chest sheened in sweat, his experience heightened because of the restraints that stopped him giving reign to his usual movements, his muscles as tight as springs as he neared his ultimate release. Taking his hand from the base of the boys sex, while keeping it in his mouth, Hook moved his hand down between Peter's straining legs, feeling between his clenching cheeks for the puckered hole that felt as hot as lava to Hook's questing fingers. Peter was beyond caring what Hook did to him now, his focus entirely narrowed to his burning loins, his body pulsating in time with his hammering heart as his back arched off the bed, his head grinding into the mattress as it twisted back and forth.

Using his own saliva, Hook moistened his finger before returning to stroke it in circles around Peter's tightly clenched opening. As he continued to suck and lick the boy's phallus, he slowly pushed against the reluctant muscles and entered the boy with one digit, Peter's buttocks clenching against the unwelcome intrusion, a cry tearing from his throat as Hook worked his finger inside him, finding his prostate and pressing down. Hook felt the moment that Peter passed over the threshold. His body arched impossibly high and went rigid, the hot flesh in Hook's mouth seemed to swell and then Peter exploded, sending hot, salty seed into the depths of Hook's throat and mouth, his body jerking and twisting as his climax splintered him into a thousand shards, his orgasm so powerful it sent Peter's eyes rolling up into his head as he passed out, flopping bonelessly onto the mattress while his sex continued to twitch and pump its life into Hook's accommodating mouth.

Letting Peter's penis flop out of from between his lips to lay on the boys' stomach, Hook sat back on his heels and let his head fall back onto his shoulders. He was breathing almost as heavily as his victim, his face flushed and burning, his own sex straining madly to be released and receive the same care and attention he'd just been lavishing on the boy. Getting shakily to his feet, James Hook wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and stared down at the captive sprawled across his bed.

"I think that was a most satisfactory introductions....now to find my own release....I think you'll be ready for part two of your education...but first...."

Reaching down with a shaking hand, Hook undid the lacings of his breeches and let them slide down his thighs, releasing his turgid manhood into the relative cool air of the cabin. He groaned with relief to have his sex freed, his hand reaching to stroke himself, before kicking off his boots and trousers, now as naked at Peter.

Realising that he didn't have a lot of time before the boy recovered from his swoon, Hook undid the four chains attached to the leather manacles and manhandled the boy so that he lay on his stomach, a hard pillow placed under his pelvis to raise his hips, his head twisted to the side, his arms and legs still splayed to the four corners of the mattress. Quickly refastening the bonds, Hook sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Peter to recover from his faint.

The air was filled with the smell of sex and sweat, Peter's body glistening with beads of moisture, tempting Hook to lean down and lap some of the sweet nectar onto his tongue. While he waited, he stood up and approached the table, his sex bobbing as he walked, still rigid, still hot and ready. On the table he lifted up a small jar, cradling it against his chest as he pulled the cork with his good hand. A sweet smell of cloves rose up to tickle his nose, the thick ointment smooth against his fingers as he rubbed some between his thumb and first finger, holding it to his nose to inhale the spicy scent. It was a smell that brought back memories of past conquests, of boys as young as Peter, and sometimes younger, of hours spent in heady lust between the sheets, of firm flesh and straining muscles.

Returning to the bed, the jar still cradled against his chest, he sat with his back to the head of the bed, facing towards Peter's feet, the boys backside directly below him. With his hand liberally coated in the cream, he started to massage the cleft between the buttocks, working the clove mixture into the valley, over the sphincter and around to the ball sac. The heat of the boys body sent waves of the sweet scent into the room, his fingers gliding over Peter's flesh as he worked his fingers against the puckered opening, pressing against it to work the lubricant inside. His own flesh was pulsating, in anticipation of the joining to come, his tongue snaking out to wet his lips, tasting the body fluids so recently released against his greedy lips, his nose detecting the scent of musk caught in his moustache and beard, adding to his heightened awareness.

A moan from the head of the bed brought his own around and he grinned, his bed mate was coming to. Still massaging the fragrant ointment into Peter's crack, Hook slipped a well greased finger inside the puckered hole, the muscles still lax from the boys orgasm and lack of awareness. Keeping his movements slow and steady, Hook moved his finger in and out of the tight ring of muscle, feeling Peter's body accept the intrusion as Hook kept up a steady rhythm. After a minute he withdrew and applied more of the cream, adding another finger, pushing up into Peter's body as another moan sounded from the head of the bed. The heat wrapped around his fingers was incredible, the muscles relaxed and not fighting the intrusion.

Withdrawing again, Hook wiped the excess on his own straining sex, only allowing himself a few strokes, but no more, not wanting to anticipate the coming bout of entertainment. Getting to his feet, he placed the jar on the table and went to squat down on his heels beside the head of the bed, bringing him to the same level as Peter's face. As he waited he saw Peter's eyelashes flutter as he came out of his swoon.

"Welcome back....beautiful boy.....its now time for you to become a fully fledged member of the order of Zeus."

"No.....no......." Peter protested, his voice weak as he slowly came to the realisation that he was now facing downwards, his back exposed to Hook's exploitation. "Don't......No.......!"

"Still fighting are we? Well that won't last long......I intend to exact full measure for all the times you've fucked me over, in our many battles.....this time, you are the one to be fucked...and what's more...you'll enjoy it!!"

"NO!"

Ignoring the youths' cries, Hook rose to his feet, allowing Peter a moment to see Hook's erect and ready penis, standing out from its dark nest of curls, its head glistening with precum and the lubricant Hook had applied. Peter's eyes widened as he realised that what he feared, was about to happen for real.

Peter pulled at the restraints, his legs and arms flexing impotently against the tough leather and sturdy chains, his head barely able to lift from the mattress as Hook left his line of sight and returned to the end of the bed.

Bracing himself on his hand and his stump, Hook straddled Peter's body, his knees between Peter's legs, his sex dangling down to point directly at Peter's backside. As he lowered himself, his phallus readily nestled into the valley between his captives cheeks, his movements stroking it back and forth over the heated, silky skin, Hook's breath starting to hitch as he felt his own flesh against Peter's. Every second stroke he let his sex fall down in the gap between the boys legs, stroking against the balls and base of Peter's penis, dragging his own up again, leaving a trail of precum, sensitising the whole area. Peter squirmed below him, trying to throw off the hot, heavy flesh teasing his buttocks, but he only served to excite Hook further. Leaning back on his heels, Hook once more used his fingers to stroke along the seam of Peter's skin, his finger passing over the puckered opening, once, twice before pushing inside, Peter jerking forward to escape the intruding digit but to no avail. Finding the hole well lubricated, Hook braced himself and, with his hand to guide him, pressed the hot tip of his manhood against Peter's virgin hole.

"Do you feel that boy? That is the feel of your defilement. Soon you will be impaled on my flesh, writhing upon me........"

"Noooooo!"

At Peter's cry, Hook pressed home, the head of his cock entering the tight hole, disappearing into his captives rectum with exquisite slowness. Hook's head fell back on his shoulders, his mouth open in bliss as Peter's body welcomed him inside, his phallus inching further in, as Hook slowly thrust up into Peter's body.

For Peter is was the ultimate outrage, his body unable to eject the intrusion, his muscles jerking as he felt the alien sensation of fullness inside himself. He grimaced and ground his teeth against the pain, as Hook continued to impale him, his ring of muscle clenching tightly around Hook as the pirate became sheathed to the hilt inside his unwilling victims heated body.

"Ooooooooh yeeeeees....you are a beautiful boy..." Hissed Hook, his eyes heavy lidded as he paused, his head falling forward, his long curls sweeping across Peter's back so that Hook could watch himself enter Peter's body, savouring the feeling of having his sex so tightly sheathed inside such a warm opening. Slowly he moved, pulling out only enough to allow him to push back in again, the muscles around him sucking him into Peter's body, to encase him in liquid lightening. Keeping himself under rigid control, Hook kept up a steady pace, withdrawing only a little way before plunging back in, to the hilt, his balls hitting Peter's on the way in, his pubic hair tickling the rounded globes of Peter's ass as he ground himself into his tight tunnel. Hook was in heaven.

Peter was in hell. He gritted his teeth, fighting for control over his bodies reaction to the intrusion, his eyes squeezed tight as tears welled up and dampened the mattress under his cheek. His bottom was on fire, the pain receding but not going entirely, his own manhood pressed into the pillow and being rubbed against the fabric every time Hook plunged into him, arousing him with the friction. Peter railed against himself, his mind in a frenzy, trying to stop the treacherous reactions building in his loins, coiling and burning him with unwelcome lust.

Hook bit his lip, his control slipping as lust burned in his gut, his thrusts becoming harder as he pounded the tender cheeks that provided such a soft and enticing portal for his rigid manhood. He could feel his release building, plunging him deeper into Peter's bowels, his own buttocks clenching as his muscles rippled down his thighs and back, driving him into a frenzy, his explosion catching him unaware as he roared out his climax, his hips pistoning into the boys buttocks as he emptied his seed into Peter's heated depths. He was still braced on his hand and stump, his knees digging into the mattress between Peter's legs, his sex encased in the boys tight embrace. Looking up he saw Peter's shoulders shaking as the youth wept into the mattress, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists, still pulling uselessly against the restraints.

Easing himself up, Hook pulled out of Peter and sat back on his heels, his breath heaving in his chest as he savoured the aftermath of his orgasm. Looking down, he saw his own fluids mixed with blood seep from the dark hole, his mouth twisting as he contemplated with satisfaction the evidence of his own virility.

Getting off the bed, he found a cloth beside the porcelain wash basin and cleaned himself off, pulling on a red brocade dressing gown before returning to the scene of his greatest conquest. Peter lay as he'd left him, his hips raised up by the cushion, his head turned away, face hidden. Roughly, Hook swiped the cloth over the boys crack, wiping up the blood and semen, Peter jerking as if burned by the cloth. Hook pulled the cushion out from under him, Peter's body laying quiescent on the mattress, only the rise and fall of his back an indication the boy was even alive.

"You can relax now.....my beautiful catamite, I will have no more need of you this night.....so sleep....and dream of our many nights to come, and there will be many....there are such pleasure I can and will teach you." Reaching down, Hook ruffled the blond head, receiving no answer to his words, only a faint tremor from Peter's shoulders as he moved away.

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Peter lay beyond pain, beyond tears, his mind a blank as he listened to Hook moving around the cabin, the lights being extinguished before Hook left the room, the door shutting quietly behind him.

Even then he waited until he was sure the pirate Captain wasn't returning, then he gave into his shock, weeping raggedly into the yielding mattress, his breath heaving in his chest, gasping painfully from his throat as he sobbed out his pain and betrayal. His heart seemed to be torn apart, his ribs aching from the effort of holding in the screams that threatened to break free from his lips. Every part of his body was in pain, his arms and legs from the strain of fighting the leather bonds, his back and front from the injuries he'd sustained from his capture and his backside throbbed with the pain of the rape. Worse than all that, was the pain in his heart, his feeling of betrayal that his body could welcome such lechery and take pleasure from it, when his mind screamed no.

As he lay in the dark, he wished for death to take him away from that room, to end his life and wipe the pain from his body and mind. But his wishes were ignored, sleep the only comfort, taking him away from the horror that had been perpetrated against him.

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He didn't know how long he slept, only that something had awoken him, the room still dark around him. For a moment he lay there, listening, but hearing nothing, then a noise told him someone was in the room with him. He tensed, his body trying to defend him against further violation but it wasn't Hook this time. He felt a cold blade slip between his ankle and the leather cuff of his manacle, the tough hide parting like silk against the razor sharp edge. His silent rescuer moved to the opposite side of the bed and freed his other leg. Peter stayed still, not trusting that this wasn't some warped trick by Hook to allow him hope, before crushing him utterly. The wraith approached the head of the bed, fingers brushing against his wrist as they sliced off the leather, finally reaching the last restraint and freeing him completely. Still he lay as if still asleep, his breathing even and deep. His would-be rescuer slid the knife back into their belt, before leaning over his body, a tentative hand coming to rest on his shoulder. Like a coiled snake Peter whipped onto his back, grabbing the shadowy figure by the arms and pulling them onto the bed, while he slid off only to leap on them, straddling their body, his hands already around their throat, as he subdued their weak struggles.

"Peter!" A voice he never thought to hear again, whispered hoarsely up to him, a choking sound making him release his fingers as he sat up, his breath catching in his lungs as he stared down into the face of his beloved Wendy.

"Oh God..." Like a puppet whose strings have been suddenly cut, Peter rolled off of Wendy's body and slumped to the floor, his limbs curling up protectively as he shied away from the girl on the bed.

"Peter...we have to get out of here....can you walk?"

Numbly, Peter nodded, not caring whether Wendy could see him or not, his body trembling in reaction to his ordeal. He felt her reach down for his arm, but he snatched himself away, not wanting her to touch him. Surprised, Wendy stood back as Peter uncoiled from the floor, his arms wrapped around himself, as he waited uncertainly for her direction. Seeing his state of undress, Wendy snatched a blanket from the back of a chair and handed it to him, watching silently as he draped it about his shivering form.

"We have to swim Peter....can you do that?"

Only then did he notice that drips were running down Wendy's face from her hair, his mind supplying the information as if in pieces, to be puzzled together later.

"I can swim.....just get me out of here!"

Wendy moved, a darker shadow against the others, Peter following until they reached the bank of latticed windows that lined one wall of the room. Wendy pushed and one window swung open, its catch broken and useless. Swinging her legs over, Wendy lowered herself by her hands until she was hanging from her fingertips, then she dropped into the water below. Peter followed her example, the blanket still wrapped around him as he dropped the few feet down to the icy water below.

He was almost tempted to let the water drag him down to the depths, his body sinking even as his lungs started to convulse, his legs kicking him back to the surface. Wendy was treading water a few feet away, her head turning as she searched for him. When he surfaced she smiled briefly, receiving none in reply, before striking out for the shore, her body cleaving through the water, Peter following behind.

The water soothed his sore body, washing it clean of sweat and sex, Peter wishing that his heart and mind could so easily be cleansed. He stopped once to turn and stare at the ship rocking on the slight swell, its decks in darkness, its sails furled against dark spars. In silence he turned away, swimming with powerful strokes towards the pale shoreline.

Wendy staggered out of the surf, sitting down heavily on the sand to wait for Peter to emerge. She was a little non-plussed by his silence but given the situation she had found him in, she had a fair idea of what had happened. Knowing was one thing, helping Peter to cope with it, quite another. A splash drew her attention back to the water, to where Peter was wading through the shallows, wrapping the soaked blanket around his waist, his skin gleaming wetly in the faint starlight. She longed to embrace him, to kiss him and hold him to her, but she had an uncanny sense that this was the last thing he wanted from her.

"We can't return to the tree......it's surrounded by pirates, they've been camped there all day." Wendy explained when Peter drew level with her, his arms once more wrapped around his chest.

"That explains why there was no-one on the ship. We'll have to go to the caves."

"Peter?"

Wendy saw Peter hang his head, a sigh passing his lips as he reluctantly held out his hand to her. Taking his chilled fingers within her own, Wendy allowed herself a little squeeze which, after a second, Peter returned. Then he lifted them both into the air and started to slowly fly along the coastline until they reached a deep cleft in the towering chalk cliffs. Peter flew them up the canyon until they reached a series of dark caves in the sheer face. Alighting in the sandy opening of one of the larger caverns, Peter quickly dropped Wendy's hand, moving away from her as if she was a venomous snake, his face twisting as he wiped the hand on his blanket. Pain lanced through Wendy's heart at his casually callous act, her touch apparently disgusting to him.

Suppressing the urge to reach out to him, Wendy clenched her fists and walked further into the gloomy cave. Fumbling, she found the stub of a candle together with a box of matches. Striking a light she ignited the wick, the candle spluttering for a second or two before flaring into life. With one lit, she was able to find the others, soon having the cave ablaze with light while Peter still stood, withdrawn, his arms wrapped protectively around himself.

Ignoring her own hurt, Wendy pulled the covers off the boxes and chest hidden at the back of the cave, finding and sorting the various supplies, creating a home from the bare rock. In one corner she spread out several furs and blankets, then carried the spares back towards the back of the cave, before noticing that Peter was watching her intently. She stopped, her arms full, and raised an eyebrow, silently asking him what he wanted.

Almost imperceptibly he nodded towards the other side of the fire, indicating a clear patch opposite the corner she'd just set up for sleeping. Marching over to the spot, she dumped the remaining blankets and furs on the ground, leaving them there in a heap for him to sort out. While he occupied himself with his bed, Wendy gathered the dry kindling together, getting the fire going and feeding it bigger bits until it blazed up, shedding welcome heat into the chill corners. Shivering slightly in her damp clothes, Wendy turned to one of the chests and pulled out a selection of clothing. Pulling her shirt over her head, her back to Peter, Wendy disrobed completely, standing nude while she sorted out a simple shift to sleep in. Pulling the slip over her head, she turned to find Peter staring at her, his face tortured. She stepped towards him, her hands outstretched but he flinched, turning his head away, his body tense. Letting her hands drop to her sides, Wendy choked back the urge to cry and set about warming a kettle of water to make a hot drink before they tried to sleep, for what remained of the night.

While she worked in silence, Peter sorted out some dry clothes for himself, changing quickly into a dry shirt and loose trousers, his fingers raking through his hair, before turning back to face the fire. Wendy knelt on a blanket, feeding twigs to the blaze, her hair flowing down her back in waves, from the tight plait she'd had it bound in. It hung like a curtain as she tilted her head to give the warmth of the fire access to the sunbleached strands to dry them. Humming to herself, she combed her fingers down the long strands, ignoring the silent man standing behind her.

Peter swallowed, the urge to cry getting stronger as he stared at Wendy's back, his body trembling as he remained behind her, watching the simplicity of her actions, wanting nothing more than to throw himself into her arms and fold himself around her.

Unnerved by his silent presence, Wendy stopped combing her hair and swept it behind her, turning her head to look up at him over her shoulder. She saw Peter standing not more than a couple of feet behind her, his eyes dark with pain and need, tears slipping silently down his cheeks, his lips pressed together to still their trembling.

Rising to her feet, Wendy slowly approached him, her eyes never leaving his, her expression neutral as she carefully reached out a hand and wrapped it around his. Tugging gently she led him towards the bed in the corner, Peter following her unresistingly, his eyes locked on hers. Still walking backwards, Wendy felt the edge of the furs and took another step before sinking down, her hand still gripping his. Peter stopped at the edge, his eyes still holding hers, seeming to be fighting a battle within himself as Wendy waited patiently. Eventually he gave in, sinking to his knees on the thick blankets, allowing Wendy to pull him forward to lay on his side beside her, her arms coming around him, urging him to lay his head on her shoulder. For a second he resisted, then his arms lifted and he wound them around her waist, pulling her towards him in an almost painful hug. Wendy started to stroke his hair, her other hand smoothing over his back in wide circles. He lay tense and tight in her arms, his own locked around her, his tears still flowing as he lay there.

Slowly he relaxed under her soothing touch, his body uncoiling and unwinding as he soaked up the balm of her silence and gentle caress.

The hurt and shock started to fade away, the iron bands around his heart started to loosen, a sob, long suppressed breaking from his lips to be absorbed into Wendy's soft skin, as she rocked him in her healing arms.

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Rating: "R" "NC17" whatever to say an adult fic. Het - P/W

If you haven't read Ruination....it is advised.....but where that was an almost one shot plot bunny smut biscuit, this is a more detailed attempt at a story continuence. Not adventure, or fluff, but the characters working through the aftermath of the rape in Ruination, both the victims and the perpetrator. Lots of angst, sex and naughty stuff. You have been warned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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The Prince of Neverland's eyes glittered coldly as he stared down at the pirates passing below. He was perched on a branch only a few feet above their heads, but even if they'd looked up they wouldn't have seen through the camouflage. In his hand he idly twirled a long bladed knife, the dappled sunlight glinting off the wicked edge, his other hand resting on the basket hilt of his sword. Glancing up, he caught the eye of Curly, positioned in the tree across from Peter's, the boy lifting his hand in acknowledgment of his leaders silent command. Almost immediately a shower of small darts rained down on the column of unsuspecting foragers, their hands clapping against their neck or arms as the sting of the darts bit home. To a man they fell to the ground in untidy heaps, their baskets and sacks spilling their goods and produce as the pirates succumbed to the strong sedative. As the last man twitched into unconsciousness, the Lost Boys appeared out of the thick bushes, crowing and calling, their blowpipes in their hands. After a quick wave to the silent observer, the boys quickly bound the men hand and foot and stuffed gags in their mouths. The whole operation had taken only minutes with a minimum of noise and Peter grunted to himself in satisfaction before turning away to scale the branch, leaping like a monkey to the next tree before climbing to the ground and setting off at a run. It was still relatively early in the day and they had taken two sortie's of pirates out of the picture, the men now either trussed, like the one's he'd just left, or caged securely in a secluded location, where they would stay until Peter's plan had been completed.

As he loped along under the trees he kept going over in his mind what still had to be done before he had Hook where he wanted him. Most of his crew were now Peter's and the Lost Boy's prisoners, the Indians helping with their immediate care, happy to free Peter to execute his plans while they extracted their own revenge against the men who had been harrying the Indians mercilessly over the past month since the storming of Peter's fortress tree. Peter grinned without mirth as he thought of all the uncomfortable and downright horrible tortures the Indians were going to practise upon the hapless pirates. But he really didn't care, he only had one objective in mind, to exact revenge upon the pirates leader and captain, James Hook.

Vaulting over a fallen tree, his toes dug into the rich loam of the forest floor as he ran on through the hidden pathways that crisscrossed the jungle. Ahead, not too distant now, was the beach that bordered the Mermaid Lagoon, where Wendy and Tootles would be waiting for him. Ahead he could see the treeline begin to thin, bright sunshine starting to mottle the jungle litter as the sound of waves crashing came clearly over the sound of the birds in the canopy. He slowed to a walk, crouching low, searching the underbrush before seeing a small flash of red, giving away it's owners position. On silent feet, he approached from behind, the person in front of him oblivious to his presence, the red ribbon tying back their hair waving nonchalantly in the breeze from the beach. In a sudden strike he wrapped a muscular arm around the neck of his captive, the point of his knife pressing against the pale skin below the ear.

"You're dead......I thought I taught you better than this!"

As he loosened his grip, Wendy drew in a breath and turned her head slightly. "You did Peter....look to your left."

As he turned his head he saw Tootles with his bow cocked and the metal point of an arrow a foot away from Peter's neck. Peter grinned appreciatively, lowering his knife before ducking his head and fastening his lips where his knife had been and nipping Wendy on the neck, leaving a red mark which he soothed with his tongue. She in turn spun around and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him with a hunger that made the world fade away for long minutes until Tootles cleared his throat and they slowly pulled away from each other, their faces flushed, eyes smouldering.

"Did it go according to plan?" Wendy asked, sitting down crosslegged on the sandy ground, watching him as he lowered himself to the sand as well.

"Of course......did you doubt it?"

"Never Peter...the Indian's are going to be kept busy for weeks to come with this haul."

"I think they have grievances to revenge. The Chief particularly has several personal grudges to address, and Tiger Lily is hell bent on castrating at least one of the men for her humiliation."

"Ouch....." Wendy winced, seeing Tootles cringe as well.

"So that takes care of most of them....except for the skeleton crew aboard the ship. How do you plan to lure them off?"

"I don't.....I'm going to scuttle the ship!"

Wendy gasped, her eyes widening as she looked at Peter's downbent head.

"You are set on destroying him utterly."

Peter raised his head, his eyes glittering in the dappled light, their depths shadowed with hatred.

"I want to obliterate him. I've taken his crew, I'll take his ship.....then I'll take his life..its small enough recompense!"

Wendy had to drop her eyes from his, the hatred blazing like blue fire from them, searing her with their intensity. She wept inwardly for his tortured soul but there was nothing she could do to dissuade him from his course, her arguments falling on deaf ears, his heart and mind closed to her pleas for caution.

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Apart from his grief expressed on the first night after his return from the Jolly Roger, Peter had closed himself off from her, withdrawing within himself, his deepest feelings shielded behind an impenetrable wall. When he felt he needed contact, then he'd lower that wall and behave almost normally, or close to it, like his embrace minutes ago. Other times were late at night when a nightmare caused him to thrash and cry out in terror, Wendy's touch the only balm that calmed him to sleep again. The moments were few, brief and intense but she responded with all her heart, hoping that her constancy and love would break the wall down permanently.

In the weeks after his capture and escape, Peter had forgone the physical side of their relationship, taking comfort only when it suited him with quick kisses and frenzied embraces, as if trying to absorb Wendy in the shortest time before his body reacted. As soon as it did, he broke away, leaving her frustrated and heartbroken that she was able to do so little to heal him. At night, they still slept together, but they slept as celibate as babes, the slightest evidence of arousal repudiated and repulsed. That left only the smallest of physical expressions, short hugs and cuddles, chaste kisses and brief touches. Only when Peter was in an extreme state of excitement from anticipation of a fight of some other intense preoccupation would he lower his barrier and demand more than a brotherly embrace. In those brief moments Wendy could hope that her Peter would finally emerge and come back to her, include her in his heart as well as his life. But that had not happened yet. His entire focus was on extracting full and final payment for the outrage practised upon his body and mind. Until that was revenged Wendy feared that her Peter would remain lost to her, his place taken by the hard eyed angel of retribution before her, hell bent on enacting the most cruel vengeance for the wrongs done to him.

Once Hook was dealt with, she wondered how he was going to exact vengeance on himself for his bodies betrayal. If it was taken to its logical conclusion, once Hook was despatched, then Peter would have no other course than to dispatch himself, and Wendy almost believed that he would do that, but for those brief moments when he reached out to her and let her in. In those precious seconds she gave him what he needed most, unconditional love. She could only hope that when all else was done, she would have enough to fill what was left behind.

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Peter stared at the white sand, his mind working to quell the tumult in his body. He still felt the coil of desire in his belly from that brief kiss, still smelt Wendy's skin, his fingers twitching to pull the red ribbon out and free her long hair. Ruthlessly he froze the urge to throw himself on her and make her his again. He feared that as soon as he let his libido free it would betray him and bring up images of Hook and the feelings brought forth as the pirate raped his body. It was those images and feelings that brought such a twist of rage to his heart, his desperate need to regain control of himself creating a level of frustration that threatened to snap him in two.

He wondered how Wendy put up with him, her patience with his lightening changes of mood worthy of sainthood. Their kiss just then was a case in point. He'd been excited with the relative ease of the execution of his campaign, the run through the jungle raising his blood-pressure, then the stalk, had all combined to fill him with a fierce delight in being alive, so that as soon as he touched her, he wanted to devour her, drag her down into the sand and take her body without any thought for consequence. But as always, as soon as he felt the first tickle of arousal, his mind snapped shut like a trap, dousing him in icy clarity, memories of sweat and sex, of pain and pleasure, tormenting him and making him feel sick all over again.

For Peter Pan had a guilty secret that he kept hidden deep within himself. A desire that he abhorred but couldn't refute. When Hook had raped him, the pain had initially obliterated all thoughts of desire or pleasure, but his body had still risen and stiffened, the force of Hook's thrusts causing a friction between his cock and the cushion, those intense feelings combining with the sensation of fullness and pull as his ass was royally buggered, giving Peter an experience never before considered or desired. It frightened and obsessed him, the unnatural act causing him to flush whenever he allowed himself to dwell on the images those feeling evoked. The feel of Hook's hair brushing his spine, the velvet sheathed steel that stretched him beyond pain to a place that bordered on bliss, his own release building only to be thwarted and ignored as Hook found his own completion between Peter's thighs. In all it confused and confounded him, so that he didn't know whether he was going mad or just discovering that he had more in common with James Hook than he had ever realised.

He was consumed with curiosity, having seen other men take pleasure from the act, to know if he would take pleasure from it, and if it would be the same with anyone, or only with the pirate Captain.

All this he kept locked inside himself, kept secret from the one person who most wanted to help him, but the last person he felt could ever tell.

For now, he thrust all his thoughts to the back of his mind, they would need to concentrate if they had any hope of carrying out Peter's plan of scuttling the Jolly Roger.

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Hook walked his deck with hard, short steps, his heels clicking over the worn ship's timbers as he almost wore a track with his pacing.

The latest foraging party hadn't returned. They were hours late and Hook feared that they had fallen, as the other before them, to whatever was decimating the Jolly Roger's crew. At first it had been one or two men, the water detail a week ago, the night fishers days later. Now his enemy was growing bolder, taking half a dozen men until now Hook was left with only his skeleton crew of a handful of his most loyal men and himself. Even his faithful Smee had disappeared into the jungles of Neverland never to appear again. He only hoped that whatever had happened to the old man was quick and painless. For all his cruelty and debauched nature, Hook had known Smee the longest of the crew, the old man his constant when all else changed around him. Now that was gone and Hook was left with not enough men to sail the ship away from the accursed island. He was forced to wait, like a goat tethered to a stick, to find out what his enemy had planned for him. It stuck in his craw that Peter Pan was getting the better of him, that the youth he'd hoped to have for himself, had turned the tables on Hook and was slowing and surely cutting off all avenues of escape.

He was damned if he'd sit still and just wait for the end. He laughed harshly as he thought about the consequences of his rash indulgence. He should have sliced the boys belly open and be done with it, not taken his pleasure and fantasised about keeping him. A quick gutting would have saved himself the trouble of thinking about the golden skin, so soft under his fingers, the satin sheen of the sweat drenched flesh, the smell of fear and sex that filled his nostrils as the boy jerked against his restraints in a vain attempt to free himself. Every minute since Hooks deflowering of that virgin ass had been filled with the images parading themselves over his minds eye leaving Hook in a permanent and painful state of arousal that no amount of self gratification could entirely assuage. Now the youth had taken their battle to a new level. No more advance and retreat, no more mock battles where first blood announcing a truce. The Pan had changed the rules and Hook had been slow to catch up, now he was left with nowhere to run and no crew to defend him. Checkmate.

But he wasn't the Captain of the Jolly Roger because of his nice nature. He'd take the battle to the boy, and be damned.

Standing on the poop-deck, he rang the ships bell repeatedly, his remaining crew running onto the deck and sliding down from the rigging to gather amidships. There they waited, staring up at their Captain as he leant on the railing and stared balefully down at them.

"We're on our own now......Mister Shank's sortie isn't going to be returning. It's time we took this fight to the enemy!"

A ragged cheer broke from the men, most of them seasoned campaigners in the battle between Hook and Pan.

"Gather what weapons you can carry, and what provisions are left. We're abandoning the Jolly Roger until we can reclaim our shipmates and send the snivelling brats back to whatever misbegotten holes they crawled out of." Another cheer greeted this sally, and Hook grinned broadly at his men. "We are up against a cunning foe....but we are more cunning than he. So work quickly men, secure the ship and meet me at the rail, we set for shore in an hour."

As his men scattered, Hook stared balefully at the shoreline, before turning back and signalling to two of him remaining men, both of whom came running over.

"Get over the side, we need the long boats. Swim to shore and bring one back and tow the other behind. Be quick, but be cautious, they could be waiting for you."

The two men exchanged an evil grin before loosely saluting Hook and climbing into the rigging. Both dived in at the same time, surfacing and striking out strongly for the beach. Hook watched for a moment before turning his back and sauntering to his cabin to pack his own necessities for the battle ahead.

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Peter, Wendy and Tootles watched the two men emerge from the surf, their movements furtive and alert as they searched the beach for any sign of an ambush.

"Do we take them?" Asked Tootles, his hand tightening around his bow. Peter shook his head, his lips pulled into a tight line.

"Let them abandon ship...there's not enough men to sail her, so Hook will have to come ashore to attempt a rescue of his crew. With him gone from the ship we can scuttle her more easily. There's bound to be gunpowder in hold. When Hook and his remaining men beach, we'll fly over to the ship and blow it up."

"What do you want me to do?"

"You, Tootles are going to be my point man. When Hook and his men go into the jungle, I want you to follow. Keep them in your sights but don't get caught." The boy shook his head. He was well aware that if Hook caught him, he'd be tortured for information with no quarter given. Peter continued. "If he looks like getting to close to anything important, get ahead and warn the others. I'd send Wendy, but I want her with me."

"No problem Peter......I won't get caught."

"Good man...."

They watched while the two sailors hauled one of the long boats into the shallows, a rope tied to the balwark extending to its twin, already floating in the surf. As they watched, both men climbed into the lead boat and took up the oars, their eyes continually searching the underbrush at the edge of the sand, their arms bulging as they pulled on the oars to row the boats back to the Jolly Roger.

"Right...Wendy and I will go to the bluff, it'll put the sun behind us when we fly to the ship. You go and hide near the trail and keep watch, I don't imagine Hook will be tardy to get those boats loaded and return to shore."

Wendy rose to her feet and waited as Peter watched the younger boy scuttle away, his body swallowed up by the lush greenery.

Turning back to her, Peter grinned, reaching for her hand before pulling her after him and heading for the bluff.

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A breeze tugged at Wendy's hair as she lay on her stomach, her chin resting on her arms as she stared down at the water far below. Peter was laying beside her, his small telescope trained on the ship anchored in the bay. Wendy could see a hive of activity aboard the pirate ship, the few men left to Hook, bustling about with boxes and muskets and other unidentifiable supplies, all being loaded into the two long boats tied to the hull. Hook was easy to pick out, his long black hair and bright red coat a beacon as he directed the mayhem on the deck. As Wendy glanced over, she noted that Peter's interest in the ship below was focussed entirely on the man at its center.

"Peter?"

"Yeah."

"What are your feelings for Hook?"

"I hate him....you know that."

"I know you hate what he did to you.......that he hurt you, and planned to keep you for himself. But that's all you've told me, told anyone....I think there's more to it than that."

Peter lowered the spyglass and collapsed it back into its compact size, turning his head to glare at Wendy.

"What more is there to say......he raped me....tied me up in his cabin and buggered me. There.....happy now?"

Angrily he turned away, but not before Wendy saw a sheen of moisture film his eyes turning them to emeralds.

"Peter.....you have to talk about this....you've shut yourself off from me, from the Lost Boy's, from everyone. I can't reach you, you don't want to talk to me....I don't know what to do, and I see you, every day, eaten up with anger and hurt.......and it hurts me, everyone...to see you in so much torment."

Keeping his head turned away, Peter squeezed his eyes shut tight, refusing to let the tears escape, his teeth biting hard on his lips, almost drawing blood. He felt the words forcing their way up from the hard knot in his chest, his mind screaming for him to say them, to let the poison out.

Feeling the need to move, he pushed himself up from the rock, startling Wendy who reared back as he leapt to his feet, towering over her.

"You want to know what happened.....then I'll tell you...but not here, not where I can see him."

Pulling her roughly to her feet, Peter kept his tight grip on her wrist and yanked her along behind him, his anger making his strides long as Wendy almost ran to keep up. When they reached the base of the rocky bluff, Peter let her go, striding ahead through the low growing tussock, Wendy rubbing her wrist and trotting behind him.

As they reached a natural hollow, lined with thick green grass, Peter whirled around to face her, his hand on his hips, his eyes smouldering as Wendy staggered to a halt nervously.

"First I want to hear how he caught me in the first place.....I don't......I don't remember how I came to be on the ship."

"We were taken by surprise at the tree fort. It was just after dawn, we were all asleep. Smoke started to pour into the tree and woke us up, when we went outside the tree was surrounded by the pirates, Hook yelling for them to take us alive. We fought, you were like lightening, flying back and forth, repelling the pirates until one got behind you, I screamed but you didn't see him until he hit you and you fell. We tried to reach you, but Hook got there first and bundled you up in some netting. He told the pirates to keep us back while he slung you over his shoulder and took you away. We were driven back into the tree and they stayed outside, under orders to keep us penned. One of the twins escaped through the tunnel and followed Hook, saw you taken to the Jolly Roger. When he returned we planned to distract the pirates while one of us tried to rescue you. We figured that Hook was on his own and between us, we'd be able to escape. But the pirates kept too close an eye on us. It wasn't until it got dark that we were able to use the black powder to make a flare bright enough to blind them while I escaped out the top of the tree. I couldn't fly I was so full of fear for you.....you'd been gone for hours, alone with Hook. I thought he might have killed you, or tortured you......or......anyway....I reached the beach and swam to the ship. There was only one light on, in the galley and when I climbed up to the window I saw Hook there, but not you. I thought I'd start with his cabin and work my way through the boat until I found you, but you were there......in his cabin. The rest you know."

At the end of her tale, Wendy sank to the ground, her legs to the side as she buried her face in her hands. "I wish I'd got away sooner......I might have stopped him doing whatever he did."

Dropping to the grass to sit cross legged in front of her, Peter plucked a blade of grass, fidgeting with it as Wendy drew in a deep breath and raised her head, her hands dropping to rest listlessly in her lap.

"I'm sorry Peter.....so sorry."

Keeping his eyes focused on the blade of grass Peter started to talk.

"I'd heard the tales of what went on in that cabin....of Hook and his lechery, I just never imagined......I was helpless....completely helpless, I couldn't move my arms or legs, I could barely raise my head......I couldn't free myself.....or move......anything. I couldn't remember what had happened, or how I came to be there, all I could remember was the sound of your voice, calling my name and you sounded to frightened." He paused, sucking in a ragged breath. "I must have dozed because it was dark when I awoke....he was there, smoking his cigars and staring at me." Peter looked up and stared into Wendy's blue eyes. "I was so frightened, I knew what he was going to do to me......or I thought I knew.....I was prepared to die, and thought I could bear the pain if he tortured me....all I could think of was you, and how I didn't get a chance to say goodbye."

Wendy's hand had risen to cover her mouth, her eyes huge. Her whispered, "Oh Peter..." a mere thread of sound as he continued.

"He taunted me, called me a beautiful boy....he almost burned me with the heat from those eyes....I felt so scared and my stomach was knotted with nerves. He walked all around the bed, staring at my body as if it was a banquet and I was the main course....I couldn't stop shaking and all the time he gloated over me."

Peter bent his head, colour suffusing his face as he carried on with his tale.

"He started to touch me, after he took off his shirt. He stroked me and used his mouth on me.....it tickled to start with, his beard felt scratchy and strange, and I closed my eyes but that only made it worse. I tried to think of it as you, but his beard kept distracting me. When he worked his way.....down there, he stopped. Somehow he knew I was thinking of you, and told me to stop it, to stop thinking it was you, to accept that it was him doing those things to me, making my body react.....I hated him.....but....."

"But?"

"It felt.......just like when we.....I couldn't understand why I was responding to him. He was....is....my enemy, the man I fight.....and he was making me feel......"

"What Peter.....?"

"He made me feel good!" Peter all but shouted, his eyes blazing as he chucked the grass stalk away and threw himself back on the soft grass, his arm coming up to cover his eyes against the sun.

Swallowing the urge to cry, Wendy lowered herself beside him on the grass, her body not touching his as she lay on her side, her head propped up on her elbow.

"What happened then?"

"He kept on doing what he was doing.....and I came....in his mouth. It was the most incredible feeling, I could barely move an inch but I lifted off the damn mattress I came so hard. I think I passed out because the next thing knew I was flipped over onto my face and a pillow was under my belly. Hook was crouching beside the bed looking at me. He'd taken off all his clothes and he taunted me again before standing up.....I saw his...thing.....it was so big, I thought I'd die if he put that in me. He has so much hair down there.........its like a birds nest, all black and wiry...and his....its...." He stopped, his face burning a fiery red. Flicking a glance over to Wendy he could see that she was a rosy colour as well, her eyes soft as they returned his look. Turning his head back, his arm still over his face, Peter wet his lips before starting again.

"I screamed at him to stop....not to do what he was going to do, but he didn't listen. He just said I'd enjoy it.....that I'd beg for him to do it again....then I felt him get on the mattress, his weight between my legs.....He had smeared some cream or something over my butt, his fingers kept running up and down my crack, then he put his finger inside me.....it felt so odd....and it hurt....I just clenched my teeth and thought that was bad enough.....but then he put the head of his thing there.....kept rubbing it up and down, it felt hot against my skin and I thought it felt good, but I didn't want him to be there......I kept struggling, even harder when he pushed against my hole....it burned so badly, I thought I'd pass out again it hurt so much....like someone was sticking a red hot iron inside me....oh God it hurt....I cried and he just pushed it further into me....I couldn't get away....I couldn't move.....then he pulled out and did it again.....and again.....and it burned......."

Peter sucked in a breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he relived the experience, his heart hammering.

"I just wanted him to stop.....stop what he was doing, stop the pain....take his thing out of me.....but he didn't....and worse....much worse.....I....I started.....despite the pain...."

"You started to enjoy it?"

"Oh God Wendy....at the end....when he finished.....I wanted him to keep going....how twisted is that.....I wanted the man who'd just raped me to keep on raping me...."

Tears started to slide from the corners of Peter's eyes, his arm falling away as he rolled onto his face in the soft grass and sobbed.

Her own face wet, Wendy slowly approached and lay herself down beside Peter, her head resting between his heaving shoulder blades, her arms going around him as she held him, her tears soaking his shirt.

She murmured to him, soothing nonsense words, her voice dropping lower as she started to sing to him, the words unimportant, but the sound soothing the awful hurt pouring out of her broken and confused lover. At some point Peter turned over, his face finding the softness of her breast as he burrowed into her body, his arms clutching her to him as she rocked him, still humming, the sun warm on them as they lay in the sweet grass.

"Do you hate me Wendy? I must be a sick bastard to feel that way...."

"No Peter....I don't hate you....and you're not sick....just confused, and hurt. There was nothing you could do to stop what happened.....it wasn't your fault."

"But why..?"

"You know from the pleasure we have, that our bodies sometimes react without us being able to control them....maybe this is the same....do you love Hook, Peter?"

"NO!.....No....I hate him....I hate what he did, and the way it made me feel.....I hate him...."

"But he still fascinates you....doesn't he....he always has."

"I don't want him to.....make it stop Wendy...make it go away."

"I can't Peter......nobody can."

"I don't want to want him......I want you.....I love you."

"And I love you too....more than you can ever know....."

She felt him nuzzle her breast, his breath hot through the thin material of her shirt. With his body wrapped around hers, Wendy kept her movements slow and gentle, her hand running over Peter's head, smoothing the tangled curls, her fingers tracing the outline of his ear, massaging the nape of his neck. Peter had his face buried in the valley between her breasts, his head turning and moving until his mouth closed over the peak of one breast, his hot lips drawing on the cloth covered nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Keeping her body relaxed, Wendy let Peter make all the moves, her hand cradling his head to her breast as he suckled, his hands roaming over her back, pressing her to him. She felt his fingers pluck at her shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of her trousers, his hands hot against her skin. Releasing his mouth from her breast he tugged as her shirt, drawing it over her head and discarding it, his mouth instantly returning to the now erect nipple, drawing it deeply into his mouth as Wendy arched against him, her eyes shut, her mouth opening to suck in a much needed breath against the nerves sparking up and down her body.

As he nipped and suckled, his hands kneaded and stroked her back, one hand delving down the back of her trousers to tease the rounded flesh of her backside, his attentions to her breast becoming less coordinated, his mouth almost rough as he lathered her skin with his tongue, his breath coming in harsh gasps against her warm flesh.

Raising his head, Peter looked up into Wendy's flushed face, his eyes searing her with heat as he hitched himself up and brought his mouth to hers, their teeth and tongues clashing in a wild kiss that was almost frenzied in its execution, his hands everywhere on her body, pushing at the confining breeches, trying to reach every inch of her. Impatiently, Peter tore himself away from her mouth and sat up, working to remove the last barrier between them, leaving Wendy naked on the green grass, her body displayed for his gaze alone. Peter was still fully clothed but Wendy didn't make any protest, allowing Peter full control as he stared down at her, his breathing hectic, his eyes brighter than stars. After gazing his fill, he leant down again and kissed her, drawing her heart up into her throat with the sweetness before breaking away and covering every inch of her skin with his mouth, leaving her breathless and writhing, her body suffused with heat and longing. Rolling on top of her, Peter roughly parted her thighs with his knees, his hand reaching down to undo his trousers just enough to free his straining manhood, his breath hissing between his teeth as he positioned himself at her entrance. Bracing himself above her, his head lifted briefly to lock his eyes with hers before he plunged into her welcoming body, her liquid heat making him cry out as she sheathed him in hot velvet. For a second he remained motionless, his eyes squeezed shut as sensations washed over him, his body shuddering with the feelings coursing like lightning through his nerves. Then he started to move, his thrusts becoming harder as Wendy tilted her body to further accommodate him, her hands running up and down his arms, her mouth urging him on as he plunged into her, the force making her quiver as he lost himself in the act of possession. He cried out when he orgasmed, his body jerking spasmodically into hers, his back arched over her as he rode out his climax, his essence molten as he emptied himself into her body. Still jerking inside her, he collapsed on her breast, his head resting in the hollow of her neck, his breath gusting over her flushed skin as his heart joined hers in a tumultuous rhythm.

Opening her eyes, Wendy stared up at the blue sky, her cheek nuzzling the soft curls that teased her face, her lips curving into a smile as Peter pressed his lips to her neck in silent thanks. Shifting only slightly, still keeping his intimate connection, Peter moved his weight off her chest, his head raising to look down into her face. His hand came up to smooth her hair away, his eyes roaming her features as if imprinting them on his memory.

"I love you......I'm sorry if I hurt you...."

"You didn't......you needed to know that nothing has changed between us Peter....nothing...I still love you just as much as I did before....and always will...."

A troubled look crossed over his face as his eyes dropped from hers.

"I still don't understand all that happened, or my feelings about it.."

"I know......you need to face him.....to take back what he took from you.....I'll do whatever you ask Peter...."

Leaning down, Peter kissed her, his fingers brushing her soft cheek.

"It won't be pretty.....and it won't be pleasant....."

"Whatever it takes Peter......whatever it takes...."

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The pirates were rowing strongly for the shore when Peter and Wendy returned to the rocky bluff and spied upon the pirate ship. They watched as Hook and the remains of his crew leapt out onto the sand, their weapons at the ready. Minutes later the boats were unloaded and the column of men made their way into the forest, Peter only waiting for them to leave before taking Wendy's hand in his as they ran at the edge of the rock and jumped into the air. Flying down to the ships deserted deck, they landed lightly, parting immediately, Peter to go down into the depths of the hull, Wendy to remain on lookout on the poop-deck. Peter found the powder magazine below decks, the axe in his belt used to break open the wooden casks, spilling their inflammable black dust. Lifting one of the casks, Peter walked backwards leaving a trail of the powder behind him, creating a fuse. When he reached the bottom of the stairs he put the cask down, reaching into his shirt for the matches and striking one, the light casting shadows over the darkened passageway.

"The end of your reign.......Captain fucking Hook...."

Dropping the match onto the gunpowder trail, Peter watched only long enough to see the match flare brightly, smoke billowing upwards as the powder caught. Turning he ran up the stairs, pushing the hatch aside and climbing out, yelling for Wendy. He flew to the poop-deck and together they launched themselves away from the ship, speeding across the water to get as far away as possible. A sound made them both turn in time to see the deck of the Jolly Roger heave upwards, splintering into shards as her belly exploded in a fireball, timber's shooting into the sky, her main mast teetering before collapsing to the side, pulling its two flanking masts down with it. Another explosion tore through the upper decks sending a billowing cloud of smoke into the air, the boom of the explosion heard across the length and breadth of the island, making everyone pause to listen for that one moment.

Whooping loudly, Peter turned somersaults in the air, laughing as the ship listed badly to port, her decks ablaze. Wendy grinned at his jubilation, her eyes watching him as he danced in the air, his body twisting and turning like an otter. Another explosion signalled the end for the pirate ship, a plume of smoke rising as she slowly sank, her keel broken as she slipped below the waves, flames licking up what remained of her rigging before she disappeared, the sea boiling around her.

It was all over in a matter of moments and Peter and Wendy the only witnesses to the end of the Jolly Roger.

"Take that you bastard codfish!" Yelled Peter, turning cartwheels across the waves as only ripples remained to mark the spot, shattered timber still raining down from the cloud of smoke hanging over the water.

"We should go Peter...." Wendy said quietly, as seagulls flew over head, swooping over the debris floating in the sea.

Still grinning, Peter flew down and took her hand, raising it to his lips and placing a kiss on her palm.

"You're right of course.....the noise will probably draw Hook back to the beach. So let's go....we have to prepare a proper reception for our most important guest...."

Winking outrageously, Peter pulled Wendy up beside him and wrapped his arm about her waist before speeding off with her, flying low over the surf and entering the jungle beyond.

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Hook heard the explosion and called a halt, all heads turning to see the plume of smoke rising above the trees back towards the beach.

"Want me to go see what that was?"

"No.....no need. It was the heart of the Jolly Roger being blown to smithereens."

His calm statement drew a welter of exclamations from his men, their faces scowling as they muttered curses and cast glances at the jungle around them.

"If they've blown the ship......where are we going to live?"

"If and when we find our missing crew, we can choose to live wherever we bloody well please.....but in the meantime, keep ya wits about you and your eyes peeled, the brats won't be far away."

Turning his attention back to the trail, Hook started to walk, his crew still muttering behind him as they picked up their bundles and weapons.

Tootles, sitting comfortably in the crook of a tree, also stared at the cloud of smoke rising above the tree top, his face wreathed in a grin before turning to watch the pirates wend their way along the path that would ultimately lead them into Peter's trap.

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Peter and Wendy flew on ahead to rendezvous with the rest of the Lost Boys, arriving in their midst amongst much chatter and questions about the noise and the ship and where was Hook and his crew.

After giving all the answers Peter set about planning their trap for Hook. Wendy sat to the side as Peter held forth, her face still feeling heated, her pulse hectic from their encounter up on the bluff.

Peter sent some of the boys to meet with Tootles and keep the pirates under observation, the rest were ordered to follow Peter to create an ambush to capture Hook and his men. As the Lost Boys filed out of the clearing, Peter returned to where Wendy sat at the base of a tree, her eyes closed.

"It's time we went."

"I know.....I'm just resting my eyes."

Peter waited for her to open them and look up at him, before holding out his hand to help her up. Pulling her to her feet, he tugged her so she fell against his chest, his arms wrapping around her.

"Do you really know what you're doing Peter?"

"I'm taking my revenge on an evil man.....payback for all his crimes."

"All his crimes....or just the one done to you?"

Pushing her away, Peter scowled, turning on his heel and presenting his rigid back to her.

"What would you suggest? I just forget what happened....forget the whole incident and go one as before?"

"No....that's not what I think you should do.....I just fear that this will go beyond your control....that you'll end up in his power again and hurt worse than I can repair."

"If you don't want a part of this just say so!" Peter spat, his face contorted into an expression of anguish and fury, rounding on Wendy so that she took a step back.

"No Peter......I'll do whatever it takes, whatever you ask me. I just fear that this obsession will destroy you.....destroy us."

With his hands on his hips, Peter stared at the ground, his teeth worrying his bottom lip.

"You said before, I need to regain control.....and you're right. It was because I felt so helpless that I have to do this....make him my prisoner, subject him to the same outrage that he put me through."

"He might just enjoy whatever it is you're planning......did you consider that?"

"What I have in mind.....he won't enjoy....not when I've finished with him."

"And what then.....what happens after?"

"After?....after its over.....he's dead!"

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Ruination - Part Three

Rating: "R", "NC17" whatever needed for an adult fic. Hook torture. Slash - Hook/OC's.

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############ HOOK'S ROUT ############

Hook was on display, his body bound by wrist and ankle to crossbars, his legs spread apart, arms outstretched. At the moment his head lolled on his shoulders, his eyes closed, a darkening bruise on his cheek evidence of the struggle put up at his capture. His hook had been removed, leaving his shortened arm as tightly bound as the other so that Hook resembled nothing so much as a dark angel crucified. His hair hung loosely around his shoulders, his nude body sagging slightly, his knees bent. The dark sprinkling of hair on his chest was lightly sheened with sweat, the thin pelt forming a cross upon his body from his collar bone, between his nipples and leading the eye down over his belly to end at the thatch surrounding his sex. The skin underneath was white and soft with an underlying sheath of battle hardened muscles, his belly deceptively smooth as it flexed in and out with his breathing. Scar's crisscrossed his chest, white lines mapping the fights he'd won and lost, his legs showing more evidence of wounds long healed.

A groan alerted his silent audience that their captive was regaining his wits, Hook's head slowly raising as he awoke, his eyes blinking as he blearily peered around at his surroundings. They watched as he flexed his arms against the ropes, his legs bulging with muscles as he pulled his feet against the restraints, his body twisting back and forth, his stomach knotting with rippling muscle as he tried to wrest himself from the secure bindings. He kept up the struggled for several minutes, his breath leaving his clenched teeth in grunts as he fought to free himself, all his efforts in vain. Finally, panting from his exertions, Hook stopped trying to escape and took a closer look at where he was. His eye narrowed as he looked around the clearing, noting the closely packed trees and undergrowth that could hide an army of Lost Boys within a few feet of him. Turning his head he looked over his shoulder before facing forward and looking down at himself. Surprisingly, Hook didn't appear to be unduly upset by his predicament, a feral grin lighting his saturnine features as he shook back his long black hair and stared boldly out at the empty clearing.

"Well you've caught me......now what are you going to do with me?"

His voice rang around the small space, his teeth glinting as he grinned again, his eyes leaping as he spied a dark figure standing beside the trunk of one of the trees.

"Why don't you come out Peter.....where I can feast my eyes on you again....beautiful boy."

As Hook felt his heart start up an uneven rhythm of anticipation, Peter stepped into the dappled glade, his eyes fixed on his enemy, a knife twirling lazily through his fingers as he stepped to the centre of the clearing, a foot or two from Hook.

Hook feasted his eyes on the youth, from the top of his sun-kissed head to the dirty black bare toes that flexed slightly against the warm loam beneath him. Peter was wearing a sleeveless shirt and knee breeches that looked the worse for wear, the muscles of his arm flexing as he continued to twirl the knife around his fingers, the blade flashing. His face was a mask, his expression unreadable as Hook stared at him, the boy's eyes deep pools of darkness that seemed to stare into the pirate's soul and find it wanting.

"Why so silent boy? Have your wits gone wandering that you stare in silence.....why aren't you plunging that knife into my belly, spilling my guts for the seagulls." Hook licked his lips as another thought skipped over his mind. "Or maybe you are thinking what pleasures you can take from this situation....I know I am!"

At Hook's silky chuckle, Peter's eyes sparked and he stopped twirling the knife, his arm flicking out to score a line in the air infront of Hook's body. Something trickling down his skin drew Hook's eyes downward to look at his chest, a long red line cutting diagonally across his white skin, a bead of blood snaking down through his dark hairs.

His eyes mere slits, Hook glared at Peter who smiled back briefly before resuming his knife twirling, his expression neutral.

"I'll skin you alive boy......after I take that tender ass and pound it to mincemeat!"

Once more Peter's arm shot out, slashing in the other direction with a backward flick, his motion a blur as Hook reared back as far as his restraints would allow him. When he looked down on himself again, a red line had blossomed across his ribs, with a another across his belly.

"I'll cut off your manhood and feed it to you while I fuck you senseless, you bloody little bastard!" Hook railed, his arms bulging as he fought to wrench himself from the crossbar.

Peter smiled again, his eyes sparking as he watched the blood seep from the shallow cuts, his eyes flicking to something behind his captives back.

As Hook struggled to free himself he heard something whistling through the air before a pain cut sharply across his backside, making him leap forward as he cried out in surprise. Peter was now grinning, his eyes dancing as the sound came again and Hook leapt and howled as the switch found its target, leaving red wheals against its victims tightly clenched buttocks. Hook twisted to see who his tormentor was, his hair blinding him as he tried to see over his shoulder, another blow making him hiss as heat burned his flesh and pain radiated out from the stinging lash. Peter laughed as Hook twisted and wriggled, trying in vain to evade the switch as it whistled downwards, leaving stripes against his white skin. After several minutes, Peter signalled to whoever was applying the torment and it stopped, Hook panting as waves of pain stung his nerves and made him break out in sweat, his body quivering as he anticipated another blow. Instead he saw a young woman step from the bushes beside Peter, her eyes only on the boy as she came to stand by his side. In her hand was a length of flexible willow, which she handed to Peter before turning her blue eyes to regard the man panting on the a-frame.

"I think you have his attention now.....don't you?" Her lips smiled, but her eyes regarded Hook as if he was the lowest life imaginable, her hand lifting to flick her long hair back over her shoulders, before turning and receiving a kiss in reward for her efforts from the tall youth by her side.

"I don't think he'll forget that......at least not for a little while." Peter agreed, flexing the willow switch in his hand, the whistling sound unmistakable.

"You bitch.....I'll wring your scrawny neck, then I'll cut up your cadaverous body and feed it to the crows!" Howled Hook, his voice rising to a scream as Peter slashed the willow branch across Hook's torso, directly across both nipples, the mans body jerking violently as pain lanced across his chest.

"Watch your mouth.....or I might just give her another go at that lily white ass and see if we can't make it bleed."

Peter exchanged an evil grin with Wendy, her hand coming up to stroke his arm before she turned away and went to sit at the edge of the glade to watch. Peter paced in front of the panting pirate, his eyes raking up and down Hook's body, noting that despite the pain, or maybe because of it, the man's penis was stirring in its bed of curly hair, swelling the more Peter stared at it.

"Impressive isn't it boy? To think I managed to get all that inside your virgin hole....I wonder if it would feel so tight now?" Hook leered, his eyes narrowing as Peter flushed darkly, the switch sailing through the air to strike across Hook's mouth, drawing blood.

"I said.....watch your mouth!"

Hook sneered. "Struck a nerve did I? I think this whole scene is a way for you to get your jollies...when really you just want me to fuck you again. I'm happy to oblige...."

The switch fell twice, once across his face and another across his sensitised cock, Hook screaming as the sting of the blow sent his nerves into spasms, his body jerking uncontrollably.

"I've had enough of your foul mouth..." Peter nodded to someone standing behind Hook and two hands appeared with a length of cloth that was wound around the captains face, between his teeth, gagging him.

"That's so much better.." Sneered Peter, walking up to within a foot of Hook and lifting the tip of the switch to waver in front of Hook's glaring eyes. "Now you behave, and you might just get to enjoy the next bit."

Turning on his heel, Peter walked back to the edge of the glade where Wendy sat and flopped to the ground, rolling onto his side, burying his dagger in the ground. As he relaxed on his back, his head in Wendy's lap, he watched two men appear from either side of the clearing, their faces so lax as to resemble imbeciles, their movements slow and not entirely coordinated. They met in the middle, facing each other, as if waiting for further instructions. Both were former pirates that had served aboard the Jolly Roger. Hook recognised them immediately, having thought them dead long since, his eyes widening as he took in their apparently drugged state.

"I'm sure you remember Dorkins and Smithy, former.....partners of yours, or so they said. If your wondering what's wrong with them....they've been drinking a brew made from the Dream berries. As I'm sure you know.....because you used it on them, it renders the user very open to suggestion. So open, they will do whatever you tell them to do."

Peter listened as Hook tried to speak around the scarf gagging him, his eyes glaring alternatively at Peter then the two men, his voice only managing grunts and moans behind the rag. Wendy was slowly stroking her fingers through Peter's hair, scraping her nails against his scalp, her head turned away as if distancing herself from the whole affair now that her part had been discharged.

"Dorkins?" the first man turned his head to look at Peter. "You see your former captain," the man slowly turned to look at Hook. "I want you to do to Hook, what he did to you."

Peter saw Hook's eyes widen as Dorkins, his drugged gaze still on his former captain, raised his lips in an evil grin, his hands reaching up to undo the buttons on his shirt as his feet worked to kick off his boots.

Peter spoke again. "Smithy?" the second man turned his blank eyes to Peter. "Do you see Captain Hook?" Smithy turned his head to stare at the bound man and nodded. "I want you to do with him what you will." Smithy's face pulled into a wide grin, his tongue coming out to whet his fleshy lips. "Do what you told Dorkins you wanted to do with Hook, if you ever got the chance."

Peter started to laugh as Smithy pulled his shirt off over his head, his hands fumbling in their haste to pull his trousers and boots off. Dorkins was already standing in front of Hook, taking an inventory of the pirates body, his thin fingers running up and down the bound mans ribs, pinching the flat nipples and pulling on Hook's goatee. Smithy had stripped down to the skin, his thickset body covered in tattoos and scars, his body a testament to the hard life of a pirate. As he tossed the last item of clothing away he swaggered over to stand in front of Hook, Dorkins moving to the side to give Smithy room. The man was already stroking his sex as he stared with narrowed eyes at the captive pirate, Hook glaring back at him making inarticulate noises behind the gag.

Pushing his face close to Hook's so that the captain reared back, Smithy bared his teeth and hissed at Hook.

"This is payback for killing my bedmate - Joss - he was the sweetest boy and you buggered him before cutting his throat." Pulling back his arm, Smithy punched Hook in the solar plexus with a hard fist, Hook's mouth opening wide as pain sent him gasping for breath and shuddering. Waiting for Hook to open his eyes, Smithy back handed him across the mouth, Hook's head snapping to the side, his black hair flying, his chest still heaving from the punch. As a final insult Smithy stepped back let fly with a gob of spittle, the phlegm landing on Hook's throat and sliding down to puddle on his collar bone. Having dealt with the front, Smithy moved off around the tree to approach Hook from the rear.

Dorkins had watched the abuse with gleeful eyes, his slight frame leaning against the tree beside Hook. With Smithy behind, Dorkins returned to his position in front of the pirate captain, his long face split with a grin of snaggled teeth as Hook returned his glare with one of his own.

"When Smithy's finished fucking your bony butt...I'm gonna have my turn, but in the meantime.....we don't want you enjoying this too much. I've always wanted to know what you'd look like, without all these pretty curls....how do you feel about a hair cut." Dorkins, naked to the waist, rummaged in his loose trousers and produced a pair of scissors, brandishing them in Hooks face.

Peter lay with his eyes closed, apparently asleep, uncaring of the acts being perpetrated against Hook, but his indifference was entirely feigned, his eyes open a slit to watch that Hook didn't suffer any permanent damage as his two shipmates exacted their own twisted form of revenge. Wendy stayed still, her head turned away, there to also make sure that the game didn't go too far, but only in regards to Peter. She didn't care what they did to Hook, her thoughts were all for the youth enjoying the spectacle of his enemy humiliation before his glittering eyes.

Dorkins was taking the shears to Hook's hair, long tendrils of curls falling to the ground as the blades snipped ever closer to Hook's scalp. Behind Hook, Smithy was preparing the man for a bout of rough sex, Smithy's hands pulling Hook's hips back to make his butt stick out more. With thick fingers he pulled the captains cheeks apart, exposing Hook's puckered hole. Hook tried to resist, but Dorkins wound a hand in what remained of his hair and tugged hard, while Smithy gripped steel fingers into Hook's hips and held him still.

Positioning himself against the tight opening, Smithy held himself with one hand, his manhood glistening with his own fluids, as he leant forward to speak into Hook's ear.

"For all those times you got to fuck the boy and I didn't," With a savage thrust Smithy plunged into Hook, the man's body arching to get away from the brutal invasion, his head slamming back on his neck as his mouth opened on a scream. Dorkins lost his grip on Hook's hair, but was content to wait until Smithy was fully sheathed before returning to shearing the captain of his glossy locks.

Hook was in agony, unprepared and unlubricated, his backside was on fire as Smithy drew himself out and plunged back in, his fingers digging into Hook's waist to keep the man from moving too far. Dorkins was giggling to himself as another hank of hair flew through the air, his scissors leaving the remaining spikes to stick up like a hedgehog.

Unable to do more than squeeze his buttock together to try and limit the plundering of his ass, Hook tried to still his bodies movements, his teeth gritted around the gag as pain pooled and centred on his abused anus, rings of fire blossoming outward at each stroke of his attackers cock. Dorkins was now squatting on his heels, staring at his partner in crime between Hook's legs as Smithy plunged in and out of Hook's tense body, grunting loudly, the man in front giggling again as Smithy slapped the rounded cheeks, sending tremors down Hook's back, renewing the sting of the previous blows from Wendy's switching.

It would almost be pleasurable if it wasn't so bloody painful, Hook thought.

His arms were joining the chorus of agony, his legs tensing as Smithy sped up, his climax close. With a deep plunge he hit Hook's prostate and his body responded to the stimuli, his own cock rising and stiffening in front of Dorkins' laughing face.

"The Captain likes what ya doing, Smithy...he's getting a boner!"

Grinning fiercely, Smithy hammered into Hook's butt, his legs braced apart as he plunged into Hook's heated depth, his body shuddering as he yelled and exploded deep in the man's bowels, his body expelling his seed in quivering jerks that shook them both and strained Hook against the ropes.

Without ceremony, Smithy pulled himself out of Hook's body and staggered away, to collapse somewhere in the bushes to the side. Dorkins looked up Hook's body, seeing the tremors coursing through the muscles of his stomach and legs. Hook's head hung forward on his neck, his eyes closed in relief that Smithy was no longer ripping a new hole in his ass.

Licking his lips, Dorkins stared at Hook's erect sex, the tip glistening in precum as its owner panted raggedly. With his scissors, Dorkins started to snip away at the pubic hairs providing a dark haven for Hook's straining cock, the cold blades brushing against the skin and making Hook shiver in fear to have them so close to his manhood.

While Dorkins worked at removing the abundant nether hairs, Hook lifted his head to stare over at the couple still seated calmly at the edge of the clearing. His eyes met those of Peter's, finding the boys to be full of unholy glee to see his nemesis so debased. Hook shifted his gaze to the girls to find her not even paying the slightest attention to his plight, her profile calm and unconcerned, almost bored. Her indifference brought his rage to the forefront, his eyes glittering redly as he contemplated what he'd do the bitch if he got his hands on her. Shifting his attention back to the boy he found that Peter had been watching him intently, his eyes telling Hook that he knew exactly what the pirate was thinking and that Peter would die before he allowed Hook to get within a foot of his Wendy.

But Hook didn't want the whore, except to eliminate her, he only wanted the boy, his eyes narrowing as he tried to leer, unsuccessfully, his mind full of thoughts of his revenge for this days work.

A pinch from a too close cut brought Hook's attention back to the man crouched at his feet, Dorkins finishing off the ragged trimming of the dark hair around Hook's sex, the aroused member not diminished one whit as Hook thought of the things he'd do to Peter once he was free.

"Now it's my turn...." Dorkins peeled his loose trousers down his skinny hips, revealing a dick that hardly rivalled Smithy, making Hook sigh in relief as the man disappeared behind him out of Hook's immediate view. He felt Dorkins fumble behind him, the mans cock-head hot and wet against his already loosened hole before pushing in without warning, Hook hissing around his gag at the initial pain of entry. But Dorkins smaller size caused none of the ripping and Hook was able to close his eyes and imagine it was Peter entering him, Peter holding his hips, Peter breathing heavily against his back, the boys breath searing his skin, Peter grunting as he sank into Hook's tight heat, brushing against his prostate and causing sparks to ignite behind his eyes. So caught up in the fantasy, Hook started to moan in earnest as Dorkins took his own pleasure, his hand snaking around to grasp Hook's engorged penis now denuded of hair, slick with precum. Being fucked from the rear and given a rough handjob in the front, Hook reached his climax quickly, his body going rigid and jerking within the limits of his bindings, his seed spurting over Dorkins' fingers as his abuser suddenly thrust hard into Hook's bowels and spilled his own essence into him.

Dorkins slipped from Hook's well used hole and stood for a moment, panting, before pulling his trousers up and staggering away to join his comatose crewmate among the dense vegetation.

Still shuddering, his nerves firing erratically, Hook opened his eyes a slit only to blink and open them wider. The clearing was empty, his audience gone as if they'd never been there. His triumph at turning his humiliation back on itself suddenly a hollow victory, the object of his fantasies having left before Hook could gloat.

Suddenly he sagged, his body feeling cold and vulnerable despite the sunlight bathing the small glade, his head itched, feeling unnatural light without the usual mass of curls, his sex sticky and naked without its protective nest. The cuts and wheals stung, his backside was throbbing, and his leg muscles ached along with his over strained arms. Altogether he felt like shit.

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It was night when he opened his eyes again, the sky through the trees streaked with purple and deep pink as the last of the sunset painted the sky. The clearing was ringed with long poles that held storm lanterns, their light casting pools of gold across the ground. There was no-one in sight, and nothing but the lamps to tell him anyone had been near him since his assault earlier in the afternoon. His body screamed, his arms long since gone numb, his leg muscles shaking with the strain of trying to support him. As he felt his vision start to fade he saw a figure enter the circle of light and approach him.

It was Wendy, her movements slow and graceful, her eyes intent upon him, in her hand a long bladed knife that caught the reflections of the candles flickering in the lamps.

So it was to be her that struck the blow, Hook was almost disappointed. He would have liked to have seen Peter's eyes as he ended Hook's life, but that pleasure was to be denied him as well. Closing his eyes, shutting out the figure of death approaching, Hook didn't see Wendy reach up and run the knife along his arm to free it. In fact, he didn't realise his arm was free until it bumped against his side. Then he opened his eyes in time to see her slice through the other arm's bindings before he plummeted to the ground, his legs unable to support him, his arms failing to break his fall as he crashed down.

His feet were still secured to the base of the a-frame, and his body lay prone, his arms useless. He felt the grit under his cheek, his breath sending up plumes of dust as he panted around the gag. Wendy had left him momentarily, quickly returning with arm shackles which she fixed to his arms above the elbow, the chain running behind his back so that his arms couldn't move forward any further than his sides. His feet were now freed, his ankles encased in shackles that had a rod between them, so that he could only hobble, his legs still slightly apart, but atleast he could partially put his thighs together and draw his knees up towards his belly. Last to be cut was his gag, his swollen mouth hardly noticing when the cloth fell away, his tongue lolling as he panted, uncaring of anything but that the gag was gone.

Feeling started to flow into his abused arms like fire, making him gasp and moan, his eyes screwed tight against the agony of the returning circulation. His arms felt dead, only the waves of pain pins and needles telling him that they were still there, lying inert upon the ground at his sides. After long, agonising minutes, he found the pain receding, becoming a dull throb, other needs starting to make their presence felt.

"Water....water." He managed to croak around his swollen tongue, his head lifting slightly to look around the clearing. He didn't see anyone initially but suddenly a water skin was being held to his mouth and cool water trickling against his parched lips. It felt like nectar, his lips smacking as he tried to capture some of the precious liquid, his tongue lapping as it continued to trickle across his mouth. The water stopped trickling and he raised his head, trying to follow the diminished flow, like a flower questing for the sun.

"Please....please," Unbelievably he heard himself beg, his voice only a little stronger than before, his lips forming the words that gave his captors the ultimate conquest.

Again the water trickled over his mouth, some making its way down his swollen throat this time, the excess dribbling out the corner of his mouth. Exhausted he let his head fall back to the dirt with a dull thud.

He heard someone moving around behind him, tugging at the chain across his back and kicking the metal rod between his legs before moving away. Then there was nothing, just the snap and hiss of the lanterns bordering the clearing. Hours seemed to pass before he heard anything else, his body starting to shiver in the cooler night air, the feeing returned to his arms and hands. He had managed to roll himself onto his back, small rocks digging into his back and buttocks, so that when he opened his eyes he saw the stars way above the trees.

"Please.......water......" He begged unashamedly, too weary and cold to fight.

"Begging is so unbecoming a gentleman."

Peter's taunting voice grated on Hook's ears, the boy leaning over the prone pirate, his silhouette gilded by the light from the lanterns.

"But then you're no gentleman.....you are a codfish..and a dirty one at that."

Hook blinked up at Peter, his eyes following the youth as he circled his captive, like a lion circling his prey. After completing a full circuit, Peter squatted down on his heels and surveyed Hook.

He appeared strange without his long black hair, his uneven spikes giving him a less sinister look. Hook's face was bruised from both Peter's blows with the switch, and Smithy's backhand, blood caking his cheek. Hook just returned Peter's appraisal with eyes that looked dull and lifeless, like those of a shark that Peter had once caught in a net, its eyes rolling up before it tried to bite him. Keeping that image in mind, Peter kept beyond arms reach, giving Hook his due as a worthy adversary, despite Wendy's assurances that the bindings were secure.

"So boy......what are we to do now......you have me, but you don't know what to do with me. It's a quandary, isn't it?"

"I know how it will end.....no quandary about that." Peter spat, rising up and starting to pace, Hook's eyes following him.

"I thought you had left the killing blow to your whore to deliver....but that would be too cruel, even for you."

"Don't call her that.....in fact, don't even speak of her."

Hook chuckled, the sound dry and brittle.

"Is she a good fuck Peter.....does she push all your buttons....does she fulfil all your sick little fantasies?" Hook laughed again, the sound stronger this time, "I don't think she does......she doesn't have the right equipment!"

Baring his teeth Peter approached Hook, preparing to kick the man in the head. Hook saw Peter's expression and curled himself up as far as he could, his eyes squeezed close. But the blow never arrived.

"Peter.....don't! He's not worth it.....don't listen to him." Wendy's voice broke over Hook, his body, tense and expectant, relaxing slightly. Peter whirled around, facing her, his face working as he tried to get his rage under control.

"You heard what he said.....his foul mouth!"

"I heard Peter.....but he'd not worth your anger. You're giving him control....don't let him."

Hook watched as Wendy approached Peter, like someone approaching a wild animal, her eyes never leaving Peter's, her hand reaching out to brush across his face, soothing his rage, calming him. To Hook it was a useful lesson, that the real power behind the throne of Neverland was a slip of a girl with the boys heart held tightly in her slender hands. For the first time Hook saw her not as an enemy but as a tool through which he could gain control of the one thing he craved above all else, Peter Pan. If Hook could separate Wendy, cut her away from Peter, then it followed that Peter would fall into his power like a ripe plum. His brain seething with intrigues, Hook smiled with genuine mirth for the first time, his mind full of outrageous images of the two young people, slaves to his every whim and lustful persuasion.

Behind him, Peter still quivered, his eyes reproachful as Wendy successfully dissuaded him from exacting his spiteful revenge on the bound man.

"Why won't you let me silence his foul mouth.....why?"

"Because it is only words Peter.....like water flowing over a stone....he uses words to wear you down, to control you, make you jump to his tune...and I won't let him. I know you mean to defend me, make him show me respect....but he doesn't respect anyone...least of all himself.....so his words are meaningless....less than nothing. They are just weapons he uses against you, to hurt you. Don't give him that power....don't let his words affect you."

Wendy's words flowed over Peter, seeking out all his knotted up muscles, his tense nerves, releasing the tension that threatened to lash out and destroy not only Hook but his soul along with it.

"Leave him Peter.....leave him in his filth and impotence. He is nothing, less than the dirt beneath our feet. Please..."

Not bothering to look at the captive at his feet again, Peter stalked out of the clearing, Wendy's hands dropping to her sides as he disappeared from her sight.

"I wonder, Madam, why you work so hard to stop the brat from just venting his rage and beating me to a pulp. One wonders what your motives are for keeping me in one piece?"

"I have no motives, where you are concerned....I only have Peter's interests to consider, you are irrelevant."

"Such harsh words.....but I wonder if maybe there is more to it than that. You know the boy has an unhealthy interest in me, I can see it in his eyes......he loathes me, but he can't stay away from me." He saw Wendy's eyes widen in surprise. "I see you have already discovered that in him....which begs the question.....what benefit is there to you, keeping me alive and in good heart?"

"No benefit.....I just don't want Peter to become like you, a heartless, cruel unfeeling bastard."

Hook let go a bark of laughter, his teeth gleaming in the lamp light. "Too late, dear Madam....Peter is already treading that dark path. Haven't you noticed his rages are more intense? His temper uncertain? His moods swinging like a pendulum?"

"I know that he's confused, suffering.....all because of your assault and rape of his body and mind."

"So, we are not going to dance around the truth. Yes I raped the boy, but he had to be broken in....after the first time....he would have enjoyed each and every encounter after that....but I don't need to tell you that....you already know it." Hook laughed again, "He enjoyed what happened, for all his tears and protestation....the boy wants more!"

Wendy felt something snap inside her and she lashed out, her foot catching Hook under the chin so his head snapped back, his lip splitting. Crouching down, to bring her closer to his face, Wendy sneered as Hook coughed, blood splattering his face from his bleeding lip.

"You took something beautiful and tried to break it......Peter is not yours to do with as you want....he is free, and I plan to keep him free......free of your depravity, free of your influence.....free of you!"

"You're too late......he want's me.....not you......you, who has loved him and nurtured him, you who has been his all.......but he wants me....the depraved bastard who raped him......oh the irony.....the cruel irony madam.....for mark my words....Peter is a creature of flesh and blood, not some airy fairy will-o-the-wisp. He feels and desires and has an insatiable curiosity.....and at the moment, I am the object of his curiosity...so stand clear, or be trampled in the rush....for he will return to me.....and then he'll be mine!" Feeling power surge within him, Hook threw back his head on the ground and howled with laughter, an insane noise that echoed around the glade, his eyes rolling as he watched Wendy back away, alarm on her face.

"He wants me!" Hook screamed, writhing on the ground, spittle flecking his lips, his chest heaving.

Wendy turned and fled.

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She stood among the trees, her body quaking like a leaf, her hands over her face, too shocked to move. She felt sick, defiled by his words, her heart beating so fast she thought it would leap right out of her chest. She could still here Hooks insane laughter ringing in her ears despite being out of sight of the clearing, not even the merest flicker of flames to tell her where it was.

"Wendy?"

Peter's voice drifted to her out of the darkness, hesitant and unsure. It acted like a douse of cold water, her shoulders lowering as she straightened her spine, her head lifting as her hands dropped from her face. Peter was standing a little way away, his figure limmed by the moonlight, his face in shadow.

"Is what he says true?"

"What did you hear Peter?"

"Is it true what he said.....that I'm going to be his?"

"What makes you think what he says is anywhere near the truth?"

"He said stuff about my anger.....my rages.....its true, isn't it? I've been getting worse....getting more unpredictable...you know it too."

"I know that you were put through a horrible, terrible ordeal....that creature back there forced himself on you, raped you......look at me Peter.." Wendy stepped up to Peter, her eyes blazing until there was only a breath between them. "Look at me....." Wendy placed her hands either side of his face, their eyes locked. "There is nothing close to the truth in what he says.....you have every right to feel rage...you have every right to feel what you feel.....it doesn't make you anything less than what you were. You will survive this, Peter. I won't let him have you.."

"But what he says is true Wendy.....I do want him."

Wendy heard the wail of confusion in his whisper, his eyes swirling with frustration and insecurity.

"I will prove you wrong Peter......it is not him you want....but the act itself....I will prove it to you."

She could feel Peter trembling under her fingers, his eyes sliding shut as she pulled his head to her shoulder, his body starting to shake in earnest. Sinking to the ground, Wendy held him to her, her eyes burning as she stared at the silent trees around them, her arms strong as he slumped against her, unashamedly showing her his weakness in the dark of the night.

"I will prove it to you Peter.....trust me."

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Ruination - Part Four

Rating: "R", "NC17" - Het - P/W, Slash - Peter/OC

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Peter had gone with Wendy back to the cliff caves, away from Hook and his taunting, his temptation. Before they left Wendy had handed Hook over to the Indians, with instructions to keep him separate from his crew, but to clean him up and keep him secure for the next few days. She had also made arrangements with the chief for someone to follow them in a days time.

As they settled into the caves, Wendy kept the identity of their visitor to herself, only telling Peter that the rest of their supplies would be delivered the next day.

That night Peter made love to her, his touch gentle as he brought her to completion, their cries echoing around the ancient caverns as they brought each other to climax. Later, as they lay sated and quiet, Peter propped himself up and stared down at Wendy, her hair spread around her head like a halo, her eyes heavy lidded, her lips kiss-swollen and as tempting as ripe cherries.

"I often wondered, that first time you came to Neverland, what your lips tasted like....I thought at first they would taste like apples, sweet and tart...and then, I wondered if in fact they tasted like fairy dust.....all sugary and syrupy."

Wendy grinned up at him, giggling as Peter smiled back, laughing with her.

"And what was the final verdict?....Because to me they are just lips, fleshy portals with which to tease you and torment you."

"Oh they are more than mere flesh....they are the petals of the sweetest flower, their flavour the nectar that tempts the brightest hummingbird,"

"Oh Peter.....you are a poet..." Reaching up she traced the outline of his lips, her hand curling around his head, pulling him down to taste the lips that so inspired him.

The next morning they had just completed breakfast when they heard someone approach and a figure appeared in the archway of the cave.

"Fox....you made good time, we weren't expecting you until later." Wendy walked forward and took one of the bundles the tall Indian brave was carrying. Peter hung back, his heart starting to hammer in his chest as Running-Fox dropped the rest of their supplies on the floor of the cave. As he straightened, Fox raised his eyes to Peter, giving the Pan a long look as he smiled.

"Hello Peter.....it's been a long time since we swam for starfish in the lagoon."

Swallowing, Peter walked forward, his eyes taking in Fox's tall bronzed frame, the Indian youth only wearing a breech-clout and leggings, his supple frame well muscled, his long dark hair hanging almost to his waist. Peter remembered long days spent fishing off the rocks with the other Indian children, Fox having some secret that he wouldn't share for catching the biggest fish. As the Indian children grew, Peter stayed the same, Fox finally passing Peter in height and breadth, their friendship unchanged despite the differences. Then Wendy had arrived in Neverland and changed everything, Peter starting to mature as well, but always a few years behind Fox so that now the Indian boy appeared fully grown with several inches on Peter but still with the freshness of youth.

"It has been some time.....I haven't heard of you taking a wife F