Our Little Secret
Neusuada: Hello, Once Upon A Time archive!
Ashe: Hello!
Neusuada: So! We were watching the show, when we noticed that Pan and Henry make a flipping fantastic couple-
Ashe: So we looked up fanfiction for them-
Neusuada: And noticed there was barely any!
Ashe: So after reading all of the Panry stories-
Neusuada: We decided to make one ourselves!
Ashe: We know that Operation Cobra Rescue finds him faster-
Neusuada: But this story is going to be about four years after Pan took Henry.
Ashe: If you decide to review-
Neusuada: Please don't flame-
Ashe: This is our first yaoi-
Neusuada: So please no bad reviews!
Ashe: This story alternates between Pan and Henry's point of view-
Neusuada: And we'll explain why in the end!
Neusuada and Ashe: Enjoy! We do not own Once Upon A Time!
A fifteen year old Henry was sitting on the log he always sat on, just watching the Lost Boys spar with each other. They looked like they were having fun, but Henry didn't join in on the fun a lot… He mostly just thought about how much he missed his family… Henry shook himself out of his depressing thoughts with a sigh, opting instead to watch the Lost Boys and how they interacted with each other.
'Like brothers…' Henry thought absently. 'If my family doesn't come for me, would these boys consider me their brother too? Wait, what am I thinking?! Of course they're coming for me! Though, it has been nearly four years… Maybe they aren't…'
Pan, who was leaning against a tree behind the boy, watched his shoulders slump when he sighed for a second time, making the immortal boy raise an eyebrow. Peter pushed himself off of the tree and sauntered over to Henry.
"Are you feeling alright, Henry?" Pan asked. It was rare of him to openly show concern for people, but Henry was different. He was important in a prophecy if an old friend of his was right, so he needed to be kept safe. Though Pan knew that he had another motive for protecting the boy…
The Truest Believer jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to be behind him. When he looked up and saw Peter, Henry quickly turned away again.
"I'm fine," he said quickly. Too quickly…
"Are you sure?" Pan pushed.
"I'm sure."
Peter frowned at the obvious lie. Sighing, he grabbed Henry's wrist, pulling him off of his seat and into the woods surrounding the camp.
"Where are we going?" he asked nervously.
Pan didn't answer, only continued to drag Henry along with him until they were at the base of a mountain, far away from the Lost Boy camp. Once Pan decided that they were alone, he stopped and faced Henry.
"Now," he started. "No one can hear us out here. What's really wrong?"
The younger boy looked at him in shock, before he shook his head and looked away from Peter. "Nothing's wrong, I already told you that. Did you really bring me all the way out here for that?"
Pan huffed. He was beginning to lose his patience with this boy… "Henry. We've been together for four years, don't you think I'd know when you're lying?"
Peter caught a glimpse of sadness pass Henry's eyes, but it was gone too fast for him to be sure. "Is it one of the Lost Boys?"
Henry hesitated for a second, before he shook his head.
"Are you hurt?"
Another no.
"Is it-" Peter stopped, crossing his arms. "…Is it me?"
Silence.
"What did I do…?" Pan asked, allowing a bit of hurt to seep into his voice.
The younger boy put his hands up in defense, a panicked expression overcoming his features as he whipped around to face the immortal boy. "I-It's not entirely you! I-It's just that-!"
"What, Henry?" Peter cut him off. "It's just what?"
Henry sighed, turning away from Pan again. "Four years, Pan… It's been four years and they haven't come for me…"
So that's what this was about! "I've told you they wouldn't from day one, Henry… Why are you still waiting for your family to come and save you?!"
Henry flinched lightly at Pan's stern tone, before he gave out a wry laugh and decided to be brave. "That's exactly why I'm mad at you! You're the one who brought me here in the first place!"
"At least I showed you that they didn't care enough to save you!"
"How do I know that you didn't kill them when they tried to rescue me?! Or what if you're keeping them locked up somewhere on the island?!" After four years of bottling up these emotions, it kind of felt good to let them out, Henry thought to himself offhandedly.
"I haven't done any of that! Why would I lie to you?!"
"You did when we first met!"
"Only to get you to come to where you belonged!"
With the two boys bickering hotly, neither noticed the sound of rumbling in the mountain next to them…
"I didn't ask to be here!" Henry shouted at him.
"Then leave if you want! See how long you last!"
"Fine!" Henry stormed off, not paying attention to the rockslide hurtling towards him until Pan yelled at him.
"Henry!" Peter shouted in alarm, the younger boy not knowing what was happening when Pan pushed him out of the way and onto the forest floor.
When Henry finally cleared the stars from his vision, he sat up, but upon looking at the sight before him, he froze. It was the unconscious top half of Peter… with the bottom half buried under a lot of rocks and boulders…
"P-Pan…?" Henry asked tentatively.
"Pan?" he asked again, crawling forward to shake the boy.
"Peter?!" Henry shouted at him in fear, seeing as the older boy had a large gash on his forehead that was bleeding profusely, as well as the fact that he wasn't moving.
'At least he's breathing…' Henry thought to himself.
"Felix?! Anyone?!" Henry called out, hoping that Peter's second in command might be lingering about (or possibly one of the other Lost Boys) but to no avail. Henry knew that there was pretty much only one thing he could do with Pan in this condition; he had to bring him back himself.
After a few minutes, Henry had cleared the rocks from around Peter's legs, before he put Pan's arm around his shoulders, Henry's own arm around the unconscious boy's waist. After hoisting him up, Henry slowly managed to make his way back to the camp. It took a while with him getting lost and stumbling under Pan's weight a few times –He wished he had been paying attention to something other than the immortal boy's hand in his while they were walking– but eventually Henry found his way back to the Lost Boy camp. Felix spotted him almost immediately, his eyes widening as he ran over to help take Pan's weight off of him, something that Henry was grateful for.
"What happened?!" Felix hissed at him, carrying Peter away from the Lost Boys and to a hollow tree for some reason, clearly expecting Henry to follow.
"W-Well, Pan took me on this walk to clear my head, and we started arguing, then the next thing you know, he's pushing me out of the way of a rockslide!" Henry exclaimed, following Felix down a self-made staircase of rocks into a medium sized room just big enough for a thick, almost bed-like cot in the corner, a small table with a bucket of water on it, a chair next to the previously mentioned table, and an old cabinet with a few trinkets in it.
"W…What is this place…?" Henry asked the older boy, who didn't answer for a minute, as he was busy setting the unconscious Pan gently in his bed.
"Pan needs to sleep somewhere, doesn't he?" he asked finally.
"I guess… I just always thought-" Henry stopped. "I guess I never really thought about it…"
Felix looked at the Truest Believer out of the side of his eye. "If any of the Lost Boys saw you carrying Pan, I have to go tell them it's not serious. Can you watch him to see if he wakes up?"
Henry nodded quickly. "I'll stay all night if you need me to! It's my fault he got hurt anyway…"
Felix smiled a rare genuine smile as he put a hand on Henry's shoulder. "He'll be fine, Henry. I promise you. Now… I hate to ask, but would it be too much trouble to ask if you would stay the night? Just to make sure nothing happens while he's sleeping?"
"I can do that!" he shouted gleefully, happy to be able to help.
Felix smiled at him again. "Good. Now, I need to be going…"
A few minutes after Felix left, Henry had brought the chair over from the table to sit beside the bed and dabbed a damp wash cloth that he had found at the cut on Peter's head. The boy stared at the slight rise and fall of Peter's chest, daring to let his gaze wander up to his slightly parted lips. Henry's cheeks started to feel hot when he realized the situation; Pan was unconscious and probably wouldn't wake up for a while…which meant that Henry could do basically anything to him… even…
The younger boy snapped himself out of his thoughts, setting the cloth and bucket of water on the table that was next to the bed. Kiss Pan?! What was he thinking?! Henry's gaze was drawn back to Peter's lips. Maybe just… one quick one… Yeah! One quick kiss would definitely put his mind to rest! And Pan was sleeping so he would never know! Though he had never kissed anyone before, let alone another boy… But that didn't matter. He was technically a lost boy now, so he had to get used to living with boys forever if his family didn't end up coming for him… The boy swallowed audibly, leaning down so that he was just a breath away from Peter's lips.
'Come on, Henry,' he thought to himself. 'Just do it! It's not like you haven't wanted to do this for a while now! Wait… Did I just think that…? I've wanted to do this before…? I guess I have now that I think about it… And now… I can… And I will…'
As Henry thought this, he finally closed the distance between him and Pan, pressing his lips firmly against the older boy's. Henry's eyes immediately closed, and with how good this felt, he doubted that this kiss would be as quick as he thought it was going to be…
Peter slowly awoke from his unconscious state and drowsily opened his eyes when he felt a pressure on his lips, his green orbs widening in shock at the sight above him; Henry was kissing him. Nearly every fiber in his being told him to kick Henry off of him, but one small part of him – The part he listened to – told him to wait and see what the boy did next. Plus, he would be lying if he said that he wasn't enjoying what the Truest Believer was doing to him. Pan quickly understood that Henry was probably only kissing him now because he thought that he was asleep, so the leader of the Lost Boys closed his eyes, evened his breathing again, and tried to stay as still as he could. That plan changed pretty fast when Henry pressed his lips harder into Pan's, making it much harder to control his breathing. Nearly all of Peter's mind told him that Henry was only doing this to know how it felt, but a very small part of his mind dared to think that maybe he was doing this for another reason… Could Henry actually feel something for him…?
All thought was cut off when the younger boy boldly swiped his tongue across Pan's lips, asking for entrance. It took all of Peter's self-control not to moan as he slowly opened his mouth to Henry, making it look as if it was just a natural reaction. Henry gently pushed his tongue into Pan's mouth, obviously believing that the older boy was still asleep. A jolt of something went up both boys' spines when Henry's tongue traced the inside of Pan's mouth. Peter never had very much patience anyway, so Henry going this slowly was absolutely killing him. Before Pan managed to strangle Henry for taking so damn long, the younger boy's tongue brushed against his briefly, causing Peter to completely lose it. With a strangled groan, Pan grabbed Henry's shoulders and pinned the Truest Believer beneath him.
Peter barely registered Henry's surprised yelp as he muffled it with his own tongue, quickly shoving it in the boy's mouth before he could protest. Henry tried to push Pan off of him, but Peter simply pinned the boy's wrists above his head, kissing him deeper. Soon, Henry stopped struggling and instead gave in to the older boy. After a few minutes of heated kissing, things started to slow down when lust gave way to exhaustion. Henry was slightly afraid that Pan was going to ask why he had been kissing him in the first place, but that seemed to be the farthest thing on Peter's mind at the moment. The leader of the Lost Boys placed a gentle kiss on Henry's forehead, holding him close on the cot.
"I was unsure for a while, but... I think I love you…"
Henry's eyes widened when he heard this, before he calmed slightly. The younger boy looked up at Pan, whispering to him with pure sincerity.
"I think I love you, too…"
A tear fell down the cheek of Henry Mills, landing on the windowsill of his room back in Storybrooke. His tears mirroring the ones of the boy back in Neverland as he thought about the same thing that Henry himself had been thinking about just moments ago… Oh, how he missed Pan… Why, after four years, did his family decide to rescue him the day after he and Peter had confessed their love for each other?! And they didn't even care when he had told them he wanted to stay! They just told him that Pan had probably brainwashed him into believing that! Another tear fell down Henry's cheek as he looked up at the second star to the right in the sky, knowing that Pan was doing the same.
"I love you…" he whispered up to the sky.
"I love you, too…"
Henry smiled sadly when he heard the whisper on the wind coming through the open window, his heart clenching painfully.
"They think you brainwashed me… Can you believe that…?"
Henry could have sworn that he heard Peter's laugh for a second, and suddenly the image of Pan came to his mind.
"Ludicrous!" the image said.
The boy wiped his tears away only for them to be replaced by more.
"Hey… Don't cry…" he remembered Peter telling him when he had woken up once from a horrible nightmare about a year after he was taken from his family. "Lost Boys never cry!"
"I'm not a Lost Boy… My family's coming for me…" Henry had told him stubbornly.
"They're not- Ah, you know, it doesn't matter right now. Nightmares aren't real, Henry… Even if you think you're living one in real life! All you have to remember is that no matter how bad something seems, it will always get better. You just have to pull yourself out of the nightmare and remind yourself that you can still dream… You just have to stop being afraid and let yourself be happy, okay?"
"Right… I'm sorry…" Henry said to the star again, chuckling as if he wasn't dying inside. Lost Boy's don't apologize, Henry reminded himself mentally. "I haven't told them about what happened between us… They'd just think you abused me into believing it… I'm going to see if I can dream tonight… Hopefully of you, but I can't let anyone else know that…"
Upon not getting a response, Henry sighed, slowly slipping off of the windowsill and into his bed. Just before he let sleep take him away, the Truest Believer heard one last whisper in the air.
"I love you, Henry… That will always be our little secret…"
Neusuada: …I didn't want to admit this, but Roxas's Theme by Taylor Davis and Lara de Wit happened to come on my IPhone when was I was listening to music, so while I wrote this I started crying…
Ashe: Sorry if the story was a bit fast paced, that's just kind of how we write. We hope you liked the story! By the way, if you didn't get it, the story was in both Pan and Henry's point of view because they were both thinking about when they first kissed.
Neusuada: Please, please review! No mean things, though! We don't like mean things!
Ashe: Alright! Review please!
