Author: wildbubblesroam
Title: Pain vs. Nothing At All – Part 14
Pairing: Hook/Wendy
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Summary: Wendy comes to realize the darker side to her lover.
Warning/Category: BDSM-ish, some swearing, perhaps some sadist moments, but after all, this is a story about our dear Captain Hook.
Notes: So sorry about the delay between chapters. One more chapter and this fanfic is over. :( I hope you've all enjoyed it so far.

By the time Wendy stepped out of the bath tub, Hook was long gone. It had gotten late sooner than she thought and she quickly pulled on her new purple dress. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at her own body. 'I did change.' she thought. Her clothes fit better. They were tight in all the right places but didn't make her feel like she was being squeezed to death. Everything hung perfectly, folded perfectly, and she was never one to have a big head, but she looked damn good in her new dress!

Wendy quickly fixed her hair and left the cabin, heading to the dinning room where she was meeting her Captain for dinner. The table was filled with a lavish spread of all sorts of food. The colors were beautiful and the aroma that filled the room was overwhelming to say the least. But Wendy's eyes weren't on the food, oh no, Wendy was staring directly at Hook. Somehow he had changed his clothes and cleaned himself up after their earlier events. His glorious locks were in place just so, not a knot in sight, and his attire was a dark red outfit fitted perfectly for his body. It would have been considered a suit had it not been for his usual frills here and there.

"Wendy, darling, you look beautiful tonight. Please, sit down." Captain Hook had a smile on his face that made her feel both comforted and nervous all at once. She began to reach for her chair when Hook yelled, "Smee!" Smee ran over and pulled the chair out for her. She thanked him with a blush.

"This all looks lovely, James. I don't think I've ever seen this much food in my life!" Wendy looked over the dishes closest to her, deciding what to try first.

"You can thank Smee for that. He's always had a knack for cooking. I suppose you could tell by his wide girth." Hook chuckled, followed by Wendy's soft feminine laugh. This made Hook smile again, giving Wendy that strange feeling once more.

Their small chit chat soon transformed into deep conversations about literature, different kinds of food, the sea, Neverland, piracy, and all sorts of other topics. It didn't take long for Wendy's nervous feelings to go away. She really felt like she was comfortable talking to the big bad Captain Hook himself and although that scared her deep down inside, she didn't show it in the least. The table began to be filled with bare spots as Smee removed empty dishes. "Well, my dear, I believe that's all I can eat tonight." Hook pat his full belly, causing Wendy to giggle.

Hook stood, as well as Wendy, and they left the dinning room, arm in arm. Wendy stared up at the star-filled sky; of course Hook noticed. He took her hand and went to the top deck of the ship. As if drawn to it, Wendy went right over to the side of the ship and looked first overboard to watch the waves crash against the Jolly Roger, then up at the sky once more. Hook slowly walked towards her, stood closely behind her, and placed a hand on one of her sides and his hook on her other side. It was cool up on the deck but having her Captain right behind her kept Wendy warm enough. She liked it, the feeling of warm and safety, but she wasn't sure where to take it from there.

Luckily, Hook knew exactly what to do. His hand slowly went up to her shoulder, slid down her arm, and stopped at her hand. He could feel Wendy lean into his touch and knew he finally had Peter's Wendy all for himself. Holding her hand in his, he gently raised it off the side of the Jolly Roger and spun her around to face him. His eyes fixed on hers after scanning over her face. Her hair was immaculate, not a strand out of place. Her eyes seemed to stand out no matter what lighting they were in. 'She's got natural beauty.' Hook thought. He noticed the slight rosy color to her lips and knew she needed no make-up no matter what circumstances she ended up in. Surely Peter hadn't noticed any of this. 'The fool must have only thought of dressing her up as one of his lost boys, teaching her how to use a sword and how to fight pirates' he thought.

"What are you thinking of, James?" She must have seen him staring.

"Just admiring your beauty, my darling." Hook smiled, causing Wendy to blush. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Had he waited a second longer, Wendy would have seen the pirate across the deck staring at them. The crew member quickly moved behind a stack of crates and went down to the lower deck to find the other pirates. The crew was below deck in their own common area, drinking and telling stories of the women they had while on land in London. The pirate from above rushed into the room and took a swig of rum another pirate was holding.

"There's a bit of action up top, lads." The men chuckled, knowing exactly who the pirate was talking about. Another man added, "And what action is that exactly?" He raised an eyebrow and the others burst into laughter. He wasn't stupid enough to believe their own Captain was having sex right out there for anyone to see but he certainly didn't care to hide his opinions of Wendy. "Did you see how she's changed since our little trip on land? A woman like that must be begging for a bit of man by now," he paused and elbowed the man sitting next to him, "and I'm sure you all know which bit I'm talking of!" The others laughed again, cracking jokes of their own while others sat quietly, wondering naughty thoughts of the Captain's lover.

"What's so funny, men?" The room went almost completely silent as the Captain himself walked in, grabbing a mug of rum from another pirate and downing it. A small pirate in the back, however, didn't not notice who had just walked into the room and continued to joke with the pirate next to him.

"I bet her tits jiggle when she's gettin' fucked, eh?" He finished with a chuckled followed by a cough from the cigar he was smoking. The pirate sitting next to him didn't answer, so he elbowed him and asked, "Don't ya think, mate? Moanin' and all!" He chuckled again yet the man next to him didn't even smile. Instead he slowly placed his rum on a barrel behind him and ran to the other side of the room as quickly as he could.

Hook stayed standing in front of the door, took another gulp of rum from another pirate's mug and let out a loud sigh. The pirate who was joking only seconds ago was now staring at Captain Hook, praying he didn't hear the jokes. He heard every word. "Why'd you stop?" Hook raised an eyebrow. The pirate didn't move, didn't utter a single word. "Go on now, continue. What was it you were saying? Oh yes, jiggly tits." The man gulped, staring at Hook just like every other pirate in the room. Captain Hook seemed way too calm, way too casual with them. It was clear now that he heard everything the man said and yet he acted as if he wanted to join in. Hook stepped forward, grabbed another man's rum, gulped it down, paused, and dropped it on the floor. The joking pirate jumped, flinching at the sound of the mug hitting the floor, smashed into pieces.

When he looked back up at Hook's face, he could see his expression changed drastically. Their Captain was no longer smiling, no longer joking. He rushed towards the crew member and grabbed his throat with his one good hand. The pirate's head was pushed against the wall behind him, now forced to stand. "What was it you were say?" The man didn't make a single sound. "Pity" Hook teased. "Because I could have sworn I heard you were saying something about me and my wench, were you not?" The captain traced the point of his hook across the man's cheek and down his neck, not hard enough to slice the skin but enough to send shiver down the man's spine.

Perhaps he couldn't take the suspense any longer or maybe he knew he was about to die and figured it wouldn't matter what he said, but for some reason the man in Hook's grip decided now was the best time to insult his accuser. "Aye, Captain. Your wench. Your lover. Your whore. Whichever you'd like to call her, has taken quite a fancy to you." He paused and glanced around at the other men. "And we've noticed how she has you wrapped around her fingers lately."

Their Captain tightened his grip on the man's throat as he heard the word 'whore' and the phrase 'wrapped around her fingers'. His hook slowly dug into the man's neck yet Hook tried to keep his voice as calm as possible when he asked "Is that so, scum?"

The man gulped once more before continuing. "Aye, Captain. We seen you up on deck, James." Hook's eyes widened. "Aye, you and your beauty made quite a show these last few days. Tell me, Captain, when is she getting a leash for you?" This was the last straw. Hook thrust his hook into the man's throat, silencing his insults immediately. The blood shot on a nearby pirate, causing him to jump out of the way before more could over his shirt. The body became too heavy for the head neck to support and it slumped down an inch. The corpse's legs gave out as Hook pulled his hook from the man's flesh and dropped his hand to his side, releasing the man from his grip.

He was fuming. There were only a few pirates who could see Hook's face and they regretted it. They had never seen their captain so mad before. His eyes didn't turn back to his forget me not blues; instead they continued to burn eye. His breathing could be heard from across the room as his chest heaved up and down. He couldn't calm himself down, he didn't want to. It was true, everything the pirate had said was the truth. Hook put on a gentleman's face all throughout dinner and acted like a lovestruck 13 year old boy, a child. Even as he stood there, his fist clenched to his side, he could feel the pearl necklace in his pocket he intended to give to his dear Wendy that night in his cabin. Who was he kidding, he become more of their cabin than his anymore. Wendy read all his books and even spilled juice on one of them. She wrote stories on his parchment, on his desk, and he did nothing to stop her. Instead, he rewarded her with more books from their trip to London.

Captain Hook turned away from the dead man's body on the floor in front of him and stormed out of the room, shoving two pirates into each other for not moving out of his way quick enough. His eyes still burned red, even as he passed a waving Smee in the hall. As he got to his cabin, he pushed the door open, causing it to slam against the wall inside. Wendy jumped as he entered. His face, along with his blood covered shirt were red to match his eyes and Wendy didn't know what to say or do. She was reading at his desk, still in her purple dress. "James, wha—" she couldn't continue her question for Hook had kicked the door shut and was storming towards her. She stood and backed against the wall before Hook had reached her.

"You! You've done something." Hook grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the wall, one hand under his hand and the other pressed painfully under the blade of his hook. Wendy shook her head, shocked and confused. "Yes you have. You've fucked everything up and you've fucked with my head." He quickly pulled her off the wall and spun her around, her back against his front as he dragged her to the mirror. "This dress was generously given to you. These books," he turned around, pulling her along with him, and picked up a book before throwing it on the floor. "was given to you. Everything you have was given to you, generously. Everything you have is unnecessary and yet you've changed me." He brought his hook up to Wendy's neck, placing it at the tip of the scar that ran down to her chest. "Do you remember how you got this scar, my darling? Do you remember why you are here. Do you even fucking remember what you are?" Of course Wendy remembered but she didn't think of any of it until right this moment.

Hook pushed her on the bed, following behind closely. He sat on top of her, pinning her arms above her head much like he had the time he gave Wendy her scar. "I gave you this scar because I can, and I can because you belong to me. Look around, there's no Pan to come and save you. There's no mother or father to rescue you. There's nothing but me, my crew, and you. You need to be reminded of your place, Wendy Darling." He removed his hook from the mattress, releasing her wrist, and lowered it to her neck. The cold tip touched her scar, pressing into her skin. She screamed and tried to push him away but only arm was not enough to push away a pirate Captain. He lifted the blade of his hook and looked down at his handiwork.

The slice wasn't as long as the first one but it was enough to remember. It was enough to leave a scar and that was exactly what he wanted. Hook got up off the bed and grabbed a towel from the bath tub. He threw the towel on the bed, landing close enough for Wendy to simply reach down, grab it, and put it to her neck. "Don't make me do that again, my love. I assure you, it won't be as pleasant the next time." He spoke to Wendy but did not face her. Instead, he wiped the blood off his hook and sat down at his desk.

Wendy stayed laying on the bed, holding the towel to her neck as she stared at Hook. She didn't know what brought on his anger but she knew it was not random. She had been too comfortable lately. She used his desk without his permission and began to forget she was his, she was his prize for killing Peter. In her head, she knew she didn't like this side of him but in her heart, she couldn't resist his other side. She couldn't resist James and his charming nature. She didn't want to be without his protection, even if she wasn't in Neverland any longer. She liked the chivalry that came with him and knew she would never meet another man who would do more just to protect her. He's killed his own men for her and judging by the blood on his shirt, he had done so again tonight.

Hook sat at his desk for minutes, perhaps even an hour, silent, just staring down at his maps. They calmed him and although he did not regret what he just did to Wendy, he was disappointed he had to. He was disappointed that he lost so much control over her, over the situation, that it ended with this, with him marking up his own slave, for lack of a better word. He reached in his pocket and pulled the pearl necklace out. "Wendy, come here." Wendy hesitated for a second, before complying, not because she was afraid, but because she knew him. She knew he was done. She knew he would hurt her no more tonight. "This is for you because someone as beautiful as you deserves to sparkle among us mangled pirates." He stood and placed the necklace around her neck, over her fresh scar, and somehow he fastened it with only one hand and a hook. The wonders of Captain Hook never cease to amaze.