Once Upon a Time is not mine and I make no money from this.
It was the mushrooms Killian noticed first. They were only small things, blue with green spots on them. They were releasing some kind of green dust, the same colour as the spots. He wondered if that was significant.
"Oh man." He heard Charming's voice murmur.
Killian didn't reply though. He took a deep breath, determined to help. He couldn't believe he was aiming to be good; it was insane. He snorted, wondering what his crew would think. Another deep breath and his head began to cloud.
The air was thick and perfumed. He wondered if it was the flowers or the mushrooms.
"Where are the others?" Charming asked, his usually confident voice now hesitant.
"Others?" asked Killian, mind struggling to focus on anything.
"Yeah. The others. Family…" he muttered quietly, beginning to sound distracted as well.
It was bizarre looking over at the man to see how attractive he suddenly was. Oh, Killian had always been aware that the lovely prince was indeed attractive. Large hands, strong muscles, a handsome face… Killian stepped forward, suddenly eager to touch.
It was hard to fight the haze in his mind, hard to think of whatever they were supposed to be doing; too hard, it turned out. Charming cupped his face and leaned close, causing Killian's heart to jump into his throat as it pounded.
"Come now, Charming." He said, feeling he ought to object but unsure of what he was objecting to.
"David, my dear Hook. Call me David." And Char- no David pressed close, kissing the corner of his mouth.
"I suppose I should insist you call me Killian, but I'm fine with Hook." He said with a sneer, though it probably lacked strength.
"Killian it is." David said as he licked a line along Killian's jaw.
"No. Hook." He moaned as his ear lobe was sucked, wanting to keep things casual; as far from intimate as such an act could be.
"Killian." The man whispered, pulling back just enough to focus those beautiful blue eyes on him, pupils blown wide with desire… or whatever drug was clogging the air.
Their lips met again, and this time Killian returned the gesture. As one of David's hands gripped the pirate's hair, the other shifted to his back, then down in a way that would have surprised Killian if he had been thinking about it; after all, he never would expect Prince Charming to massage his arse in such a lewd manner.
Killian threw his arms around David, pressing himself up as close as he could get. He was a pirate, after all; plundering was his business and he was not going to stand still while Prince Charming of all people plundered him.
"Ow!" David yelped as his hook scratched his skin. "No, do it again."
"Kinky." Killian said in response to the prince's growl, keen to get the man to make that noise.
Lust began to fog every corner of his mind, overriding his ability to think. His mind didn't drift to Milah as he pushed his tongue into David's mouth, he didn't worry about remaining true to her as for the first time since her death, Killian finally allowed his hands to roam over another's body.
Killian pushed David to the ground and sat aside his hips, grinning as he felt David's interest as a definite bulge against his backside. With a grin, David pulled his head down and kissed him, rolling them over.
Once David found his release, he also found his clarity. Clarity and mortification. David looked down as realisation dawned on him; it was clear what he had done.
He stood, unable to look at the naked body he had apparently used for his own pleasure. He grabbed his clothing, tugging it on quickly while trying not to hear the man's whimpers, his begging. David ran away as Killian sobbed from his own need, having been so close to close to completion and now feeling so far.
When clarity finally came to the pirate, he simply lay there in resignation for a long time; he was unwilling to face the fact that the first time he'd had sex since Milah's passing had been an utter disaster, yet unable to avoid the reality that the position he had been left in proved it was.
He could only hope the Charming family hadn't decided to leave him behind while he idled unhappily on the ground. He was a bloody pirate though, and Killian was going to be damned before he let anymore vulnerability show. He made himself get up, get dressed and swagger back to camp as though nothing had happened… though, it was more of a limp and he was thankful none of their company had a werewolf's nose.
Severely cut down to match ratings, but the plot comes in now. If you want to read the smutty version is on AO3 under the same username and title.