**Chapter warning: explicit content ahead.**
I decided to include this chapter because it provides more detail about the enchantment affecting Hook. If you would like to avoid Captain Pan non-con stuff, you can skip ahead to Chapter 12 and I will make a note of what Hook learns from Pan.
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Chapter 11
Hook felt a horribly familiar twinge, and immediately tensed. But that was the exact wrong thing to do. A moan of ecstasy sounded in his ear, and what was previously only a minor discomfort blossomed into full-on pain. He cursed wildly. Was this real?
Hook tried to breathe deeply, to relax, but anything more than shallow panting sent spikes of agony through his shoulder. Every thrust from Pan drove said shoulder roughly into the soil; Hook could kill him. Would kill him, one day, if he ever got the chance. The uncontrollable grunts of pain ripping from his chest excited the demon even more. Hook whimpered, screwing his eyes shut. Trying not to squirm, to tense up; to make it worse for himself.
Several agonizing moments later, Pan reached his climax, eliciting a growl of anguish and rage from the pirate. More tears escaped; a sob caught in his throat; and Pan slumped down across his back, panting, still inside him. Desperate for a distraction, Hook focused on his hand.
It wasn't a mere skeleton anymore. Not even singed. The cuff still circled his wrist, but he could form a loose fist as pins and needles assaulted his fingers. He shuddered and closed his eyes again when Pan stirred.
"Did you miss me, Captain?" whispered the demon in his ear.
"Go to Hell," croaked Hook in reply. Pan laughed and ran a finger along his earlobe.
"Where do you think you are?"
Hook hissed at a lance in his shoulder and then asked,
"Are we done?"
Pan stretched languidly and raised himself onto his elbows, wriggling his hips just slightly and prompting a squirming gasp from the captain. With a satisfied smile, Pan stroked the back of his hand down Hook's spine, turning left at the shoulder blade and savoring the whimper that escaped when he brushed the swollen exit wound. Hook cursed him again.
"Not by a long shot, my dear. I just saved your life. You owe me."
Abruptly, Pan sat up and pulled out; Hook jumped and groaned. When the boy had stood, the captain wiped his eyes and then rolled onto his side, death glare firmly in place. Pan sneered.
"Loses some of its effect when your eyes are red from crying."
"Sod off."
Hook found he had regained the strength to sit; how or when that had happened, he couldn't remember. His trousers were around his ankles, but his renewed vigor didn't extend quite far enough to struggle with clothing. So he ignored his humiliation and inspected his injured shoulder.
In the torchlight, the bruising covering most of his torso was fairly evident, as was the still-blistered cautery mark. But no trace of fever or infection remained.
"You're welcome," taunted Pan.
"You could at least give me back the use of my damn shoulder."
"What fun would that be? You know I enjoy watching my pets suffer."
Hook glared. He shifted his stump to rest more comfortably on his thigh and then looked away.
"My crew?" he asked, quietly. Pan shrugged.
"Safe and sound, far as I know. They took the initiative to deliver my order - you've trained them well."
Hook couldn't even remember what it was they'd been sent to retrieve this time. He shivered, quickly glanced around for his coat, and scowled when it was nowhere to be seen. His stomach gurgled, and he sighed.
"Well if we're to be spending the evening together, be a gentleman, would you? Buy a guy a drink; perhaps some dinner?"
Pan smirked and quickly donned an expression of concern. "Oh, you've been soooo ill… I think the wisest course of action would be to take it slowly for now. Nothing by mouth, 'til I'm sure you won't pass out on me again."
Seething, Hook blurted,
"You're perfectly capable of ensuring-"
"Ah ah, Captain; no outbursts, either. Wouldn't do to overexcite yourself."
Hook cursed under his breath. A wet cough followed quickly, unexpectedly, and he grimaced and tucked his hand under his arm. Pan watched smugly, saying,
"Exactly my point. I only have your best interests at heart. Which reminds me: time for your medicine."
"What the bloody hell are you on about?"
"For that nasty cough!" Pan explained, his face a picture of innocence. "Wouldn't want you to develop pneumonia."
"Thought you said 'nothing by mouth,'" Hook shot back, and Pan slapped a hand to his forehead.
"So I did! Silly me. Although… there are plenty of ways around that inconvenience."
Hook didn't like where this was headed; not one bit. Pan's wicked grin only confirmed his fears. He swallowed a curse and grit out,
"Everything's a bloody game to you, isn't it?"
Pan looked hurt. "I'm only trying to help you, dear."
"Like hell you are," muttered Hook softly. Pan winked and opened his hand, and a large leather pouch appeared in his grasp. Hook watched warily as the boy reached inside and pulled out a metal-tipped dart, like the ones so common to the island's inhabitants. Presumably it would be dipped in whatever Pan deemed 'medicine.'
"You trying to poison me?" snarled the pirate. Offended, Pan set the pouch on the ground and stood.
"Why would I do that? You're my special pet."
Hook quickly listed off a few of the many reasons that came to mind. "To watch me suffer. To save me at the last minute and demand more 'gratitude.' Because you're a bastard."
Pan's grin was delighted. "I'm glad you think so highly of me."
He appeared suddenly at Hook's side, and the pirate flinched. Pan grabbed his arm and pulled it toward himself, palm upward. Hook resisted briefly, if only to keep up appearances; he knew it would do no good and he'd end up taking the 'medicine' whether he liked it or not. Pan held the dart over the pirate's forearm, then paused.
"I've been meaning to ask you about this," Pan stated as he twirled the cuff with his pinkie. "New accessory?"
"Something like that," Hook replied with gritted teeth.
"Doesn't seem quite your style. Especially since you can't have a matching one on the other side."
Hook met the boy's curious gaze with a defiant scowl. "Can we just get on with the torture? The bloody cuff's not important."
Pan released his arm and stepped back petulantly. "No. Anticipation can be half the fun. And I want to know about the magic you brought to my island."
Hook dropped his stare to the cuff, deflated. Of course Pan knew it was magical; of course he'd be curious. But it would just become more ammunition; a new subject for taunts; a new game. Send The Jolly Roger Back To The Village And See How Many They Lost Before Escaping. Figure Out What Power It Has Over Hook's Hand And Take It To Its Limits. Hurt him over it.
Pan was waiting impatiently. Eventually, Hook gave in.
"I was tricked. Can't get the bloody thing off, and now I'm marked for the trickster."
"And…" Pan prompted.
"There is no bloody 'And.'"
"There's more to the enchantment than that. I can sense it. So, therefore, And."
Frustrated, Hook spat,
"Damn the 'And.' It can't hurt you, so you don't need to bloody well know!"
Pan snorted a laugh. "No need to get agitated. I already know. Just thought I'd see how much you've worked out."
Hook wanted to slash the smug smirk right off the demon's face. "Enlighten me, then."
"Simple, elegant. Delicious. Wish I'd thought of it, really. It measures your heart rate. The faster your heart beats, the more the cuff interferes with the nerves in your hand. So just sitting here, you may feel normal, or just a slight tingle. But if I do this…"
He appeared right in Hook's face and poked a finger viciously into his wound, grinning at the resulting yelp of pain and surprise.
"Or this…"
He crouched and gripped Hook somewhat lower down, and the pirate nearly fell over backwards in his haste to scrabble away.
"Your fingers start tingling like mad and lose their strength. Anything more - fighting, running, certain pleasurable activities - and you lose feeling and control completely." Pan stepped back. "Am I right?"
Hook wouldn't meet his eyes. It certainly aligned with what he had experienced so far. Pan barked a laugh.
"Pretty much takes away your ability to be a pirate! Pirate."
Hook looked sideways, then up through hooded eyelids. "Can you remove it, or not?"
Casually, Pan replied,
"Maybe I could. But I won't."
Unsurprised, Hook resumed his former position, hand under his opposite arm. "May I ask why not?"
"Because it's funny!"
Hook rolled his eyes. "You really are a boy, aren't you? And here I thought you just took the form of one."
Pan's grin darkened just fractionally. "Don't fret, Hook. By the time I'm done with you, you'll know just how manly I can be."
