A/N: Before reading be mindful that this an AU slash story about Jefferson (Mad Hatter) & Killian Jones (Hook). I will place up warnings for the following chapters, but I must warn that this story might become very explicit. Enjoy!
Captain Hook wasn't a bad man. Despite the allegations pointed at him and his faithful crew for raising a black flag, accompanied with infamous skull and crossbones up the ships mast. Or the plundering of vast magical lands, that had brought him great joy and great sorrow.
At the moment he was being proclaimed a hero upon the tiny village he had only earlier that morning been hoping to raid for valuables. It was a title that Hook could only smirk about as the village had brought out various exotic platters of food, and laid it as an offering at the pirate's feet.
His crew had stared hungrily at the amount of food being shared, but they had known better than take without their captain's permission. A quick nod had sent them flocking like starved piranhas upon the platters, while a few openly stared at the beautiful ladies passing around with more food to be shared.
Hook had taken to eating a hearty portion of the indigenous food before leaning back against the massive chair the village had supplied for the hero. Smee glanced carefully at the captain as he took to swallowing a good amount of the personally brewed violet-colored wine, before turning back to his own half-eaten supper and the enjoyable female counterparts that had taken to sitting with him.
He silently prayed that the captain wouldn't make a fool of himself while under the layers of intoxication. He had seen him at his worse countless times when they had first been stuck in Neverland, especially after the first few weeks of Milah's tragic passing. But even after they had finally learnt to escape the dreadful realm, the man had still found ways to wet his whistle. Mostly at the local taverns when they had appeared abroad for brief moments of land-time.
Smee, for some oddly reason or not, had been the only one to guide the captain back to the ship in one piece; preferably without incident.
The other sailors had whispered hurtful derision to him; telling him that it was because his voice was so annoying that the captain had to prove that he was a true man that could get back to his own damn ship, and didn't need to be babied constantly by the red wearing idiot.
Smee had swallowed his hurt upon those words, but had continued to escort the man who had let him live after allowing such heartbreak and mutilation to create a new persona from drunken feats that would garner, sooner or later, notice by the Dark One; should he be in that certain village or realm on those particular evenings.
Hook nodded his head in satisfaction at the flavor of wine upon his tongue, and he winked at the woman refilling his goblet. She blushed like crazy and scuttled away to gossip among her fellow village friends once the captain's glass was refilled.
A large man, taller than the pirate, stood in front of his prized guest and gestured wildly to gain attention from the slowly dazed man, and the rest of the celebrating people.
"In respect for saving us today from that terrify beast, we offer you the rarity of a pleasure slave; perfectly capable of heeding to your every need, Captain."
The man, clearly the leader of the village, snapped in his own language to the fellow warriors next to him, and Hook sat up straighter in the chair as he observed one of the warriors pull on a thickly tied straw rope that was connected to another person's wrists, which caused their arms to be tightly bound behind their back. The warrior snarled as he shoved the culprit forward against the damp mud. Hook blinked as he realized the villager's offer was that of an attractive young man, who knelt upon the ground in front of the captain's chair.
His dark brown hair lay matted against his pale forehead, and the captain gleamed mischievously at the restrained individual. His leather coat was torn in a few places, and his red shirt underneath looked like it needed a good wash, but what really caught the pirate's attention was the cockiness ebbing off of the bound man.
He peered up at the hero and smirked while pretending to be acceptable of the situation at hand. His eyes, however, darted nervously around the village - searching for someone or something.
"And who do I have the honor of bedding tonight?" Hook asked, stepping away from his mock throne and bringing his metal hook underneath the bound man's chin.
"Unfortunately, he's a thief, good Captain," The leader of the village bowed his head disdainfully as Hook pulled his hook away. "He appeared one day trying to rob us of our most prized possession, our crystal sphere, and we confiscated this off his head once we got him safely lock up, where he belongs!" The leader spat the last words down at the captive, before turning his attention to his hero.
He presented a huge floppy top-hat to the pirate, and Hook grabbed it; holding it upon his hook as his eyes took notice of the sharp tension that appeared to shiver up the bound man's spine.
"A well honored gift," Hook muttered, clearly interested in the lad. "I assume I'll be provided some privacy to delve into this appreciative delicacy?"
"Of course," The leader mumbled, "A special room has been set up for you two. One of my men will escort you there, Captain."
Hook's men cawed and cooed at their leader being given special treatment, and he turned cheekily towards them; "Lads, enjoy this evening; for we set sails in the morning!"
A great cheer arose, and one of the crew members brought out his fiddle and began playing a random simple chord featured piece.
Pretty soon the village was coming to life with the sound of happy murmurs and loud jeering music.
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