Standard Disclaimer Time: I do not own Once Upon A Time or the characters from that show. I make no money off of Once Upon A time or this story. It is done purely for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet.

-Michelle

It begins with a sound, with a slight inhale of breath that is followed up by a moan. That sound rattles inside him, harsher yet, and louder, the echoes of that moan reverberating through him. He can barely think, can barely concentrate to tell the two sounds apart, the sharp ache in his head nearly no match for the throbbing sensation that curls pleasure through him. The man known as Captain Hook, lets out a shuddery breath, a slight sigh of sound, and with each pull of that sensation, he seems to drift further away. Lost to a haze, where pleasure and pain compete, there's the hiss of sound that follows, with the teasing scrape of teeth. He can't help it, he can't stop, Hook shifting restlessly at the sound of a woman's muffled moan.

Faintly, faintly he recognizes that sound, and the immense pleasure being voiced. Sensation follows, something beyond the pleasure pained existence that he finds himself in, a warmth surrounding him, burning him, setting Hook afire with it's insatiable fever. He wants to lose himself to it, to the fever and the sweet suction that pulls on him more and more. He groans, and this time there is no pain in that sound, the pleasure that he is feeling winning, curling through him, sending sweet tendrils of bliss that make him shiver and shake, thrash about in a euphoric kind of ecstasy.

It's a feeling he has gone too long without, a writhing bliss he has waited some three hundred years for. He moans, and it comes from his chest, a deep growl of the purest pleasure voiced, Hook writhing in place, shifting about enough that soft hands take firm hold of his hips, actually push them down in an attempt to hold him still. He fights this, fights her, wanting, NEEDING to move. He needs to seize and he needs to control, and with another moan of his own, Hook attempts to jerk forward. The rope stop him, in more ways than one, Hook feeling a frustration go through him as well as a confusion, the man wondering just when he had let himself be tied.

The sweet pulling feel of the woman's lips, nearly casts him under again. Hook moans and he writhes, actually hears the woman's soft grunt of frustration, her hands struggling with the grip that she tries to maintain. The sound is familiar and yet not, Hook trying to place it. Trying to place her, the man shifting, his eyes starting to open. The soft light of the room, it hurts him, makes him squeeze shut his eyes for a few seconds more. Moist lips touch down to the base of him, the soft silken strands of her hair spreading out across him like a cape. He cautiously blinks open his eyes, the light no less forgiving this time, as Hook finally looks around.

It doesn't register as familiar, but then he's not trying very hard to remember. He's too lost to the woman, to the feel of her mouth suckling sweetly, to the intense sensation that is slowly rendering him mad. Hook moans, and he groans, and again tries to jerk his arms forward. He can't tell if there is any real give to the rope, can't even understand why he is restrained in the first place. Her mouth steals all real thought from his brain, Hook arching in a pleasured bliss, a silly yet satisfied smile curving at the corner of his lips, and he's losing himself to a dream.

When next he awakens, it's to the whispered sound of clothing rustling. Something light hits the floor, Hook opening his eyes in time to see a woman bend over. Her fingers nimbly hook over the band of her panties, the woman doing a little wiggle, as she shimmies out of them. Hook can't keep from moaning his appreciation, staring in rapt attention at the shapely bottom presented before him. He again jerks on his restraints, wanting to touch, to pull her to him, to kiss on and bite, needing to mark her as his.

So enamored is he with the sight of her, he's all but blind to everything but her curves. Certainly he doesn't bother to take true note of the long hair whose curling strands graze a kiss on the flesh he is so busy admiring. The rich, chestnut color of her hair, the bounce and sway to it's style, he truly notes none of this. Hook's simply too caught up in his lusts, in his wants and his needs. He strains forward, tests the limits of the rope's resistance, and then curses out loud.

"Bloody hell!" It should have been a snarl, but it's nothing more than a sexual moan. He jerks and he pulls, his fingers curling with the need to grip hold of the woman. His body aches with sexual need, Hook desiring her, wanting to know every inch of her beyond that sweet mouth that had so loving suckled ecstasy through him.

The woman makes a sound then, a tsk in response to his words. She turns toward him then, actually tries to correct, to curb his cursing, the sweetest of smiles being offered his way. He goes cold at the sight of it, at the sight of her, the lust warring with his shock, Hook staring and it's not her perfect curves that he is taking in. It's the sweetheart face, the bright blue of her eyes. Now he has taken note of the chestnut brown color of her hair, that luxurious mane sending tendrils curling to kiss and frame her beautiful face. He stares at her, and the breath leaves him in a shocked, shuttered sound, Hook muttering a name, then repeating it, almost yelling it then in disbelief.

"BELLE!?"

The beast's beauty stands before him, with not a stitch of clothing to be found. She's sheer physical perfection before him, and yet all Hook can do is stare at Belle's face in shock and dismay. She's not at all bothered by his reaction, or by her naked state. She smiles again, and there is something off with that expression of hers, but then it's not like she's ever truly had any warmth to share with him. This smile though, is something Hook had never expected to see, all cold, calculation and sexual gleam. And it seems to be all focused on HIM.

"Belle!" He says, and still doesn't understand. He again jerks on the restraints, shakes his head as though that can somehow free him from his confusion. She's suddenly kneeling over him, her fingers pressing against his lips. He still tries to speak, to ask what is going on, but he can feel her, her legs spread enough in her straddle so that Hook feels the heat of Belle's sex brushing so close to his own. He groans then, and is tempted, SO tempted, wanting to close the distance and just take her, the consequences be damned.

That smile again, the woman looking downright predatory. He stares at her in helpless, rapt fascination, feeling as she does a purposeful grind a top him. A low voiced moan escapes her, and there's the excited rasp of Belle's breath. He feels the soft textured flesh of her most private area, the soaked folds of her sex all but gushing her fluid onto him. He moans too, and tries to remember, tries to think why this is wrong.

"Belle…"

"Shhh..." She soothes him, brushing both of her hands' fingers through his hair. The soft light in the room seems to flicker, as though it will go out, and somewhere in the distance, a sound intrudes on this scene. Something like glass breaking, and a scream. Hook tries to remember, tries to understand why such sounds are important, but the vibrant, sexual creature atop him, is stealing all rhyme, all reason from his thoughts.

More screams follow, a mad kind of shouting and chaos. Hook frowns, but can't tear his eyes away from the beauty before him.

"Why are you doing this?" He finally thinks to ask.

"Because..." She breathes it out softly, leaning in to nuzzle her lips along his bearded jaw line. He can't help but moan at that, both of them shifting, just a little closer to joining together, when her words make him freeze. "Because this will hurt HIM the most."

Hook tries to shake free of the lips nuzzling affection on him, his gaze casting about the room. He recognizes it then, realizes just where he is. The pawn shop, the crocodile's domain, treasure untold spread out about them, with the monster's greatest atop him. But Belle wasn't why Hook had come here, that much he can remember, can cling to, even as one of her hands leaves his hair, to caress finger tips over him.

"We...you shouldn't do this..." Hook manages to protest, feeling another shiver go through him. But he is tempted, God is he tempted!

This time she kisses him, her lips a potent sweetness Hook could get drunk off of. He knows he shouldn't, and yet he still kisses her back, both of them moaning, groaning, and Hook again jerks against his restraints. Is it his imagination that the rope give way just a little? He shifts, tries to position the sharp edge of his hook to dig into the weakest link of the rope.

More screams from outside the shop, and they are not all ones born of terror. It's a maelstrom of anger and volatile emotions out there, People fighting, getting physical, maybe even killing. Hook tries to remember why, tries to think as to what could the cause of this be. His head doesn't seem to hold the answer, as though it has been literally knocked free of him.

"I'm glad you came." She whispers in his ear. Her breasts press against his flesh, her stiff little nipples pebbled peaks that rub against his. Belle's breath hitches in her excitement, she practically purrs in his ear, pearl teeth delicately biting down. Hook shivers and shakes, and again wishes he could touch her, hold her, even as he knows it's all wrong. He continue to work at the rope, his struggling motions doing nothing save to tear a throaty giggle from the beauty.

"Belle...love.." He starts to protest, still struggling to get free. "This is not..." And then it happens, a shift of his body, a shift of hers, and he is inside her, the pirate's eyes nearly rolling back in his head. She is so wet and so warm, her body a snug, perfect fit, and it's been so long, so many years, decades, centuries since last he had felt this kind of pleasure.

"Bloody hell." He gasps, and this time Hook is the one to kiss Belle. She blooms under his lips' assault, Belle moaning, teasing her tongue against his. Her body sinks more fully on his, her knees pressed against the floor. He breaks the kiss long enough to look at her face, see how she's frozen in that exquisite feeling of bliss. "Beautiful." He manages, then kisses her again, and the rope gives just a little bit more.

Belle kisses like she is drowning, like she is desperate for it. And maybe she is, the woman grinding in place, doing a soft sound of pure needful keening that has Hook throbbing and twitching in reaction inside her. His own mouth is wild in it's responding demand, Hook taking possession of her, kissing and licking, melding their lips together with his kiss' caress.

Again and again Belle makes those needy sounds, and again and again Hook rises to answer. The rope starts to snap, Hook knowing that it is wrong, but he's completely unable and not wanting to stop. Not in the slightest, the pirate surging forward. Belle makes a startled sound, finds herself flat on her back. The pirate captain gives her the most rakish of smiles, his own eyes blazing with lust. He's beyond right and wrong at this point, touching on her almost greedily. A trace of her lips, a handful of her breast, a touch down on her clit. And then he is moving, working his hips with a fevered purpose, pounding into her with a madness that has a hold of them both. Belle cries out, clinging to him with her arms, with her body, with her legs wrapped tight around him.

There's barely an inch of space between them, their hot sweaty bodies rubbing together. Each time that Hook tries to pull away, Belle is there, her legs wrapped around him, holding him in place. The moan is low in her throat, her head falling back as Hook mouths at the tender flesh of her neck. His teeth scrape against her pulse, actually work a mark of ownership into her skin. She coos in response, arches her back as a wave of pleasure hits. Hook feels it roll through her, feels the way her own body grips firm hold of him, the ripples of pleasure repeating, squeezing out the pirate's own bliss. His cock does a violent lurch inside her, his come then shoots out in release. He pours every bit of it inside her, and she lets him, actively demands it. Belle is kissing all over his face, her legs and arms still locked around him, for every second of Hook's orgasm. The man swears that he can sees stars, dazed by it, and by her.

Another ripple of pleasure goes through her, Hook realizing Belle is coming again. He stares down at her in amazement, feels what little come is left inside him urged out by the woman's rhythmic, orgasmic squeezing. Belle makes a sound, the most pleasured of moans, and even satisfied as he is, Hook can barely get enough of her.

The lights flicker again, and somewhere in the distance an explosion is heard. There's the crackle of real flames, the angry orange glow of a fire that consumes. Hook still can't think past his own sexual daze to wonder at what is going on, what is happening and why. And with the exquisite woman writhing beneath him, he's not wanting to try very hard.

To Be Continued…

Okay, first I am still working on trade off chapter twenty eight. Or trying to. I dunno, I am having bad insomnia, and started thinking about two of my ideas I've yet to write out. (One of them involves Ruby!) They started distracting me hard core from working on twenty eight...not that I was trying too hard, considering how crappy I feel from lack of good sleep.

This is another multi chapter ongoing story, this time taking place in season four. It….did not write out the way I had thought it would. Not exactly. Still putting dub con and non con warnings. This chapter takes place during Ingrid's Shattered Sight Curse. I'm torn on if I should explain and spoil how Hook got in this situation, or wait to write it out in chapter two. But suffice it to say, just like in the cannon, Hook was unaffected by the curse.

It's almost twenty to three as I write this, and I still feel so wired. Insomnia SUCKS. I shouldn't try to write anything when I am in the midst of it...and yet I was bored and feeling creative at the same time. But I am not sure this reads as any good. Would love some feedback on it! Thanks!

-Michelle