Note: Ahoy! New fic on the horizon… Captain Pan this time and it bears the (typical) rape/non-con warning, but that doesn't mean it will be full-on that. Killian's consent here will vary from full to dubious to outright none. Of course, if you read why all of this is happening, you may think that it's at best dub-con. In any case, warnings ahoy, if you're not comfortable with reading a story with complete lack of consent in sexual interactions, don't read this.

If you proceed, which means that you're okay with it, I want you to know that even though it varies, I won't "rate" the level of consent in each chapter, firstly because I don't really get to define what really is consensual and what's not and secondly because I don't want to spoil you ;)

I also don't know yet how much I'll write on this… I may as well leave it open and just write when I'm on a whim (better for you, I guess)

This is all unbetaed so if it's horrible please let me know :)

P.S. I consider Pan to be an adult. Robbie Kay was over 18 when he played the character, and in reality Pan is wayyyy older than he looks. Therefore, no "Underage" warning.

Killian takes a sip from his flask.

He's not sure he really wants to do this.

He needs to do this, aye, but still that doesn't mean…

He takes another sip and keeps walking.

Pan has made his intentions clear by now, and they've been in Neverland for years. Every time he happens to be in the same place with Hook, he always makes sure to walk into his personal space - even closer than Hook himself does with others - and his face betrays all of his want.

There never was a time that Hook hasn't been repelled by it. He's had the impression that Pan is so much older than he looks, but even so, he does look so young!

Another sip. He considers himself lucky the flask is full.

Another sip.

He closes his eyes. His crew as well as himself has survived on mere scraps the past few days. They don't complain, but their sunken eyes and their increasingly weakened state speak for themselves.

Another sip.

He opens his eyes and walks out on a small clearing. He can't hear anything from the ship anymore - just birds and insects chirping around him. He sits down on a big rock, closes his eyes and takes one last sip.

He waits only two seconds before he opens them again.

Pan is standing in front of him, leaning on a tree with his arms crossed, a knowing smile on his face.

He hates that smile.

"Good evening, Captain. How nice of you to come by."

Hook doesn't reply. He looks at the flask in his hand and contemplates drinking a little more, but his head is already lighter and he needs to be aware - and in control - of what's going on. He looks back at Pan.

"Don't expect me to say that I'm happy to see you."

"Ah, I don't. And I know that if you do you won't mean it." He tilts his head to the side, smile widening, and Hook feels his stomach turn.

What is he about to do?

He finally drinks one last sip before putting the cork back on and setting the flask down on the rock. He stands up.

"My crew and I are in need of provisions."

Pan nods.

"I thought I could ask you for a deal. Some days worth of provisions for a favour." He tries to appear confident, throwing his head back and hooking his thumb on his belt.

Pan stands straight and walks to him, body and face dangerously close.

"And what favour would that be?" he asks, and Hook feels the boy's hot breath on his face.

Demon. Not boy.

"I know what you want." It comes out as a whisper, almost shaky despite how much Hook wills it to sound confident.

"Do you?"

"You've been quite clear."

Pan huffs a laugh and Hook sees his smile widen again. His stomach clenches again, and he winces back at the effort to keep the alcohol inside it.

"I can make it easier, you know. For it being the first time and all," Pan says, still looking into his eyes. Hook feels a trail of cold sweat run down his spine and wills his breathing to stay normal.

"As long as you're sure you want it."

Hook can't stop the sarcastic laugh before it's out of his mouth. He'll never want it, he just has to… the smile dies on his lips when he realizes how Pan probably already knows that.

He takes a deep breath. "Just tell me exactly what I should do. That way-"

Before he finishes his sentence, Pan's lips are all over his own. Killian grunts, instinct kicking in and almost making him pull away, but he holds his footing. Pan's hands travel up and down the pirate's body, front and back, and he kisses him with such strength and expertness that Hook wouldn't be able to close his eyes even if he wanted to.

Pan, however, has closed his eyes and breathes hard into Hook's mouth, his tongue sliding in to take what's his-

No. It won't be like this.

Hook stays where he is, arms slack on his side and faintly responding to the kiss.

Before he closes his eyes in disgust of what he's doing, Pan stops kissing him and moves his head to rest his cheek on Hook's cheek. His one hand grabs a handful of hair, only slightly painfully, the other one resting on his shoulder blade. He breathes hard and hot against Hook's cheek and ear.

"I'll choose the price and what you'll get. Always."

A quick sigh escapes Hook's lips. Of course he would make sure to appoint more of these…

Suddenly, both of Pan's hands are on his shoulders and push him down on his knees. Hook looks at him, partly confused, partly apprehending. He swallows hard.

Pan keeps his left hand on the other man's shoulder as his right goes for the laces of his pants. Hook closes his eyes and lowers his head a little. His heart is already beating faster, but he's struggling to keep his breathing under control. With his head a mess, it's not exactly easy.

He is under control. He won't be forced, he chooses to do this…

"Open your eyes."

If his youthful face breathing on him or his soft untainted lips kissing him didn't make him want to flee, the sight in front of him certainly does. Pan's hand is strong and steady on his shoulder, and that keeps him grounded.

Gods, he's too young, what is he doing…

Pan's cock is already hard and ready, angled slightly up. However, the boy's size and height are so that Hook won't need to stand on his feet and bow down.

Luckily. Hook swallows hard and wets his lips. He struggles not to react when both Pan's hands brush through Hook's hair, effectively holding his head right where he wants.

"On your cue," he says, however.

It won't do good to keep looking at it, Hook thinks. He moves forward as quick as he manages and takes him in his mouth. It's not his first time doing this - and fortunately, not the first time he consents to it - and being a man himself, he knows what to do.

Much as it disgusts him, with Pan's cock touching the top part of his throat and threatening to make him vomit, he keeps on. He moves and licks and sucks, and even with his hands now slack in his hair, Pan doesn't guide him. He's thrown his head back and only gasps of pleasure leave his mouth.

Go on, go on, Hook reminds himself. His mind betrays him, again going through all the thoughts he went through before coming here, and he tries to will them away. He tries to concentrate on pleasing the demon - that's his job now, anyway.

He doesn't want to, but he has to. He needs to.

Pan starts grunting hard, and Hook shivers in shock. He is willing to endure this for his crew, but that doesn't mean he wants the whole island - his crew including - to know. Pan grunts, starts shaking with pleasure when suddenly he lowers a little.

Looking down in surprise, Hook sees that the ground where Pan is standing is now slightly lower than before, and Hook has to crouch a little to take him full.

Bloody demon. He found a way.

His cock goes deeper this time, and it almost makes Killian gag. Traitorous tears fill his eyes, but Pan's hands push him lower in rhythm.

Hook struggles to keep up. The angle is more straining, Pan's cock thrusts harder now, but finally he feels the pre-cum in his mouth.

Any time now. As long as he doesn't ask for a second time.

It takes longer than he expected, but finally Pan spills with a deep grunt, his whole body trembling.

"Amazing," he breathes and lets go of Killian's hair, but moves his hands on his shoulders to keep him there. Pan moves back a little so that his flaccid now cock pops out of Hook's mouth.

Hook lets a low grunt when he sees that Pan's cum left a few spots on his clothing.

"Perhaps next time you can strip before we do anything. Bonus for the both of us, you know," Pan says cheekily, his breathing still deep and hard from his high. His hand moves and caresses Hook's hair, and he almost pulls away in disgust.

Not that he's slept normally since he came here, but he knows tonight will be a hard night to go by.

"I'll give you provisions for your whole crew for a week. And you have my word that neither I nor my Lost Boys will attack any of you unless provoked."

Hook nods, eyes looking down and away from Pan's cock.

"I can stay if you want." His hand still caresses his hair softly, like a bloody-

"No," is all Hook says.

"Till next time, Captain." Pan bends a little and leaves a slow, soft kiss on Hook's hair. Hook clenches his hand resting on his side but doesn't react further.

The next second, Pan is gone. Hook stands up and looks around, trying to make sure no-one is nearby. He contemplates putting two fingers in his mouth and spewing out all of Pan's cum, but that will also mean he'll have to get drunk all over again.

Speaking of, he reaches for his flask and gulps down more rum than he probably needs. He huffs. Pan promised him protection - it won't matter if he passes out in the jungle, unless of course he's found by a wild animal…

He corks the flask again. His cabin is certainly a familiar place to get lost in.