Based on the prompt - Don't fucking touch what doesn't belong to you. Rated T/M for non con touches and sexual advances / Captain Gothel / Captain Swan / ~1000 words / captive, bound, caged, cut, assaulted.
Killian shivered. The cold of the hard, metal bars he was bound to seeped into his bones which ached from the unnatural position he'd had to endure from being caged. His foe had yet to reveal themselves, and despite the dull pounding that pulsed from the back of his skull where he'd been struck, he'd managed to take stock of his surroundings while he waited for them to make an appearance.
The room was small and lined with stones, keeping the temperature of the air chilled. No windows could be seen, and given the dank, musty earthiness of each breath he took in, Killian deduced he must be underground. A lantern hung on the opposite wall from his cage, casting a soft, warm glow that mocked the reality he felt pressing in from all sides. He had no idea how long he'd been held captive here, nor who had taken him.
He wouldn't have to wait much longer to find out, though.
The metal door creaked, its hinges protesting against the force of its opening. Killian fixed his gaze upon the woman who strode in, searching his memories for any instance where he might have run across her before and coming up with nothing but more questions.
"You're awake, I see," the woman mused in satisfaction.
With a flick of her wrist the cage began to dissolve around him. Only the bars behind him remained, keeping him tethered in place, but with the ones above him now gone he was able to stand to full height.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"Why… I want to play, of course." She made her way to him with predatory steps, the flickering light of the lantern giving her frizzy locks and long braids a wild aura that complimented the deranged glimmer in her dark eyes. Killian cringed back and thrashed against his bindings when her hands began slither up his exposed chest. "Now that The Dark One and the Evil Queen are aware of their reality in the Heights, they have my usual toy, your counterpart, under their constant protection." Her fingers danced through his chest hair, her nails leaving small impressions in his skin before she wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's risky, I know. Seeing as how this version of you is married to the Savior, but I just couldn't resist. Besides, knowing you as I do, I'm sure you'll be more than a little amenable to some non-domesticated bliss kind of fun." Killian tried to pull away when he felt her lips press against his neck under his jaw, but he did not have the range of movement to escape the advances of her mouth.
"You don't know me," he growled. The woman was clearly mad. The Heights? The Crocodile and Regina protecting his counterpart? What did any of that even mean?
"Oh, my pet. I know you better than most," she cooed, thankfully pulling away. His gratitude was short lived, for no sooner had she given him some much desired space than a dagger appeared in her hand, conjured from thin air.
"No." He swallowed tightly. "My Emma knows me better than anyone."
"Really?" The tip of the dagger rested momentarily in the hollow of his throat before she began dragging it down his chest, swirling it through the coarse hair that covered its planes and teasing the sharp metal over his nipples. "Does she know how much pleasure you derive from pain?" Killian hissed at the flick of the blade slicing the skin below his breast. His nostrils flared and he ground his teeth together at the feel of its sharp edge gliding down his torso. "Or how, underneath all that bravado and swagger, what you really crave is for someone to take command over you? To bend you to their will until you're left with nothing but shame from the satisfaction you've gained by being so thoroughly used?"
"Aye." Killian bared his teeth and held the witch in his murderous gaze, even as his mind continued to reel with how she could possibly know any of this. "My Emma knows everything, but I never feel shame with her."
A sinister look of delight crept over the woman's features. She ran her hand up his body once more, pressing in close to purr into his ear. "All the more for you to feel with me then. Splendid."
"Hey! Birkenstocks and Granola!"
Emma's voice preceded a blast of white magic that sent the witch flying. With a flick of her wrist his Swan removed his restraints, and he had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from groaning as the blood rushed back into his extremities.
"Well, well, well… if it isn't the Savior," the witch mocked as she picked herself up off the ground.
"That's right. Who the hell are you?"
"You can call me Gothel," the witch replied sweetly as Killian stepped forward to stand next to his wife. "Mother Gothel."
"Mother, huh?" Emma commented with a dubiously arched brow. Reaching out her hand she used her magic to slam Gothel against the wall, pinning her there as she approached. Killian had never seen his Swan so filled with possessive rage, and the sight of it caused a different type of discomfort than he'd recently experienced to encompass his body… especially the parts below his waist. "Well one mother to another, here's a little lesson for you," Emma snarled, now mere inches from the witch's face. "Don't. Fucking. Touch. What doesn't. Belong. To you."