My take on the finale of 4B. This is the darkest piece I've ever written in my life.
Rating is M for strong language, some explicit content, violence and just plain dark narrative.
Let me know your thoughts. This has been an stretch out of my writing comfort zone, so I'm a little anxious.

Hold me, Thrill me, Kiss me, Kill me

You don't know how you took it
You just know what you got
Oh Lordy you've been stealing
From the thieves and you got caught

The cabin was now filled in with a darkish purple smoke, her very own protection spell… It felt wonderful, the power, the thrill, the dominance.

Fucking awesome.

Her hand closed on the dagger, her fingers gripping the handle tightly, seizing the upcoming power, anticipating the moment where she'd finish Gold and embrace the darkness entirely. He had wanted to fill her heart with darkness, she'd give him true darkness, true pain. She'd give him torture… death.

She felt his presence coming through the forest, standing almost by the barrier of the spell. He walked right through it, as she knew he would. She wanted to laugh at his face when he begged her to come back to the light.

She didn't turn around as he entered the cabin, but just stood there, her eyes fixed on Gold's figure gagged and tied to a chair.

"I thought they would send you…" She said.

"You thought right, love." He replied, a distinct edge in his voice.

She turned around and the sight in front of her made her smirk, raising one eyebrow in appreciation. "I didn't expect you to be wearing those clothes though."

He had dressed in his pirate garb, full clad in leather, his sinful red vest in full sight. The charms of his necklace tangling in his chest hair. She licked her lips as she felt the heat running through her body, directly to her core. She'd always had the same reaction but she'd never allowed herself to really feel it.

"Well, that's the thing, darling. I really thought about what you might need right now…" He said as he approached her, swaging his body in her direction.

"And you think I wouldn't need a hero?" She asked.

"Oh, love, you and I both know that what you need, it's a ruthless pirate." He whispered next to her, his sinful mouth inches away from her face.

"Captain Hook has decided to come out and play?" She asked seductively.

"Would you let him?" He asked biting her earlobe.

She gripped the dagger tighter, biting back a moan. He grabbed her wrists with his hook and hand, pulling her to him, pressing his body full into hers, making her feel the bulge his leather pants did little to conceal.

"Oh no, don't hold back, Swan." He said, his tongue licking her neck, "Not now."

He bit her neck, his teeth marking her as his tongue licked the spot to sooth the pain. She didn't hold back on her moan this time.

"Oh… I like that sound." He said. "You have no idea what it makes to me. What it makes me want to do to you…"

"What?" She asked, her lips brushing his jaw, slowly caressing his stub, her free hand grabbing his hip and pulling him even closer to her, her hips grinding against his front, pleasure running through them.

"It makes me want to fuck you, princess." He said groaning, his hand going up her stomach to fondle her breast. "Right here, in this very cabin. Right now. It makes me want to take you and brand you as mine, thrusting hard and deep inside you while you beg for more, until you come undone under my arms." His hand went all the way down to her very core and he pressed it there, above her jeans. She moaned and bucked her hips against his hand.

He smirked ruthlessly at her. "Aren't you eager, Swan?" He asked, his hand pressing harder and moving against her, finding a rhythm that had her panting and moaning.

She looked at him with lust in her eyes, biting her lower lip as she kept moving against his hand. "I really thought you were going to come here to try to change my mind." She said between moans.

"Why would I do that, when I'm having so much fun?" He asked as he removed his hand, eliciting a reproachful gasp from her. "Why would I want to stop you when I get to have everything I have ever wanted?" He asked as his eyes drifted to Gold. "I get to have you, Swan; and I get to have my revenge on the crocodile. I win."

He smiled lasciviously before crashing his lips to hers, plundering her mouth like the pirate he was. He broke the kiss to whisper in her ear, "I really want to fuck you, princess." He admitted in a low, husky voice, making her whimper against him.

"Then don't stand on ceremony…" She replied, her hand cupping him over his leather pants. He groaned and bucked his hips against her hand.

"Do you want to do it with an audience?" He asked raising his eyebrows, while his eyes ventured towards Gold. "I don't have a problem, darling… but I'd rather have him freezing outside in the cold winter while I take my time pleasuring you…"

"Uhh." She said, her tongue licking his lips before kissing his jaw. "I like that idea." She flicked the hand that held the dagger and Gold puffed out of the room. "Just so you know, I am not releasing my hold on the dagger." She said.

"By all means, don't. It would be very interesting to see what your mind commands him to do when you come screaming my name." He said before kissing her again, his hand already starting to remove her clothes.

Oh no, don't be shy
You don't have to go blind
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

He took her hard, deep, like he'd never done before. He toyed with her, lifting her all the way up to the edge to bring her back down and then up again, until she was begging and pleading and screaming for him. And then he made her collapse against him, dark magic and lust and rage wrapping them as he collapsed against her, breathless and panting.

"That was fucking incredible, Captain." She purred against his chest, the dagger caressing his thigh playfully. "How should I repay such attentions given to me?" She asked.

"They were my pleasure, Swan. You don't need to pay anything in return." He smirked, his hook toying with her hair.

"But I want to." She said. "Surely there is something you want…"

"Let me play with you toy for a little while." He said, a ruthless, sadistic stare coming to his eyes, "I really want to enjoy the thrill of a torture. It's been a while..." He looked at her, "I can teach you a few things if you want."

"Mhmm…" She said. "Interesting… the thought of you torturing Gold is turning me on." She looked at him mischievously.

"Then let me really turn you on, darling." He replied, "It'll be an experience you'd never forget." He leaned to whisper in your ear, "Fuck you while his blood drips from my hands… can you imagine it?"

She moaned on his ear, her hand flickering again to bring back Gold as he pulled his pants up and put on his boats, leaving his chest bare. His hand reached out to her, palm up, waiting…

She hesitated for just a second before handing the dagger over to him.

"Thank you, milady." He said, his eyes greedily looking at her and then at the dagger in his hand. "I've waited centuries for this…" He turned around, Gold's ties suddenly gone, the gag out of his mouth.

"Now, crocodile, we'll have some fun." Hook said. "Lick my boots, you coward." He commanded, a ruthless smile on his face, his lopsided grin making Emma caress her thighs in anticipation.

He could sense the crocodile's humiliation, and it was a powerful thing, "How does it feel, crocodile? To have someone command you to do things you despise? To loathe yourself for the things they made you do? To lose your will?" He said, his anger seeping through him. He stood tall and strong, enjoying the view of the man at his feet. "You were always a coward, a poor excuse of a man. How does it make you feel, knowing that I finally won? That your life is coming to an end and that I will stand strong getting everything while you die painfully?"

He circled the man, forcing him to the floor with the dagger, kicking him forcefully with his boot. "How does it feel to keep losing your women? You lost Milah to a pirate, you lost Belle to a thief." He smirked. "You know what your pretty wife is doing now? She's getting thoroughly pleasured by her new man, screaming his name while she comes with a force she'd never experienced before."

He bent on one knee, looking directly at Gold's eye. "And you know why I know this? Because it's the same thing that happened with Milah. She never felt anything with you; you couldn't even elicit a moan from her. How does that make you feel? That your women had to look elsewhere to finally get pleasure? Milah used to scream my name in tears, pleading me to never stop, admitting that she'd never had you making her feel a tenth of that what I could make her feel just with my hands."

He laughed ruthlessly, "I took you wife, crocodile. I took your son's former lover now." He got next to Gold's ear and whispered, "And I'm pretty sure I've just made her scream in a way your son never did."

He got up, his hand playing with the dagger as he brought it to his eyes. "You took Milah away from me. You took my hand. You took my heart. You tried to take Emma into the hat. And now… you dare to try to fill her heart with darkness?"

He looked at Gold, his eyes burning with hatred. "Do you really think I'd let that happen, Dark One? That I wouldn't protect her?"

The words finally sank in Emma, but as she raised her hand to act, it was a second too late. Killian had been faster than her, pouring the squid ink quickly towards her while never letting go of the dagger, freezing her to the spot.

He turned around, facing Gold. "Do you really think I'd let her shove this dagger in your heart and condemn herself?" He took one last look at Emma, his stance changing from the ruthless pirate to the Killian Jones that had vowed to see the best in her, before turning around and facing Gold.

"Tic tock, crocodile." He said as he shoved the dagger into Gold's heart.

Magic burst through them all, the ripple effect releasing Emma.

"What have you done?" She cried at him. "Killian, what have you done?"

"I did what had to be done, Swan." He said, a sad smile in his face. "I played you, love."

"Why? So they could live? So they could have their happy endings and keep thinking they are above everyone else? Above you? Do you know they doubted you the second you went to Ursula?" She spat at him, tears on her face. "And you are willing to sacrifice for them?"

"For them?" He scoffed. "Oh no, Swan." He said, his eyes looking at her as she was the sea and he was drowning on her. "Never for them. For you. Only for you."

She looked at the air changing around them, all the darkness that have been seeping out of her and into the dagger and now it was wrapping all around him.

"I did this to save you." He replied as the darkness filled him in and the letters in the dagger showed a new name: Killian.

"I love you, Swan."