Author's note: Just a little Halloween themed smut in honor of my birthday. (Yes, I'm writing my own gift, don't judge me!) I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I am no the evil duo of Kitiwitz.

Changing Places

There were some things Killian would never grow accustomed to in the Land Without Magic. One of them was a holiday where rational people dressed up in costumes for tricks or treats. He'd been forced to watch some moving picture about a Great Pumpkin with Henry and Emma, much to their delight and his consternation. He didn't understand, but it brought joy to the two people he loved most, so he chose to forbear.

Now he was dressing for a party, and feeling like an utter fool.

Killian adjusted the cuffs on his shirt then shrugged into the long jacket. It was very reminiscent of the get up the bloody Crocodile had given him in the past, only this coat was a buff blue instead of brown. He'd scoffed when Emma handed him such a thing, but she promised to make it worth his while later in the evening.

Thank the gods Henry was spending the evening with the Queen.

He had some trouble with the sash, but he manged it without assistance, then swapped out his hook for his fake hand. He was supposed to be a prince; the hook simply wouldn't do.

"Killian? You ready?" Henry called.

"One minute, lad," he hollered through the door.

"Seriously, Killian, you take longer than I do!" Emma yelled.

Killian harrumphed and yanked on the high collar. Once he was satisfied, he stepped out of the room, intent on arguing the point with his Swan...until he saw her. His mouth opened, closed, slowly opened again, staring at her and gulping like fish out of water.

Emma smiled mischievously, twirling around to give him the full effect. "You like it?"

He swallowed. "Aye. You look...very fetching, Swan."

"Captain," she corrected. She adjusted the tricorner hat on her head, flipping some curled hair over her shoulder.

His eyes drifted over her form, taking in the black coat (modeled on his, naturally), the puffy white shirt with a blood red corset and tight leather pants. Her boots went up to her knees, her cleavage strained in the corset. Killian's blood ran south, but he had to control himself; Henry was standing right there, studiously ignoring them. "Captain," Killian agreed.

"Ready, Your Highness?"

He smirked at her. "Aye, Captain. Shall we?"

"Finally," Henry muttered, rolling his eyes at them. Typical form for a teenage boy, Killian mused. They piled into Emma's Bug and drove to the school; the party was being held in the gymnasium. All of Storybrooke was there with scares and candy for the children, dancing and refreshments for the adults. Emma kept her arm around Killian's; after the adventures of the last couple of months, she didn't like being away from him for too long.

"Having fun, love?" Killian whispered.

She nodded. "Yeah, actually. How's the monkey suit?"

He cocked a confused brow at her. "Monkey suit? Has Zelena been up to her old tricks again? Did I miss an emergency?"

Emma laughed so loud people began to stare. "No, nothing like that. It's just a phrase people use for men wearing uncomfortable suits." Speaking of such, perhaps she should have bought him a tux instead. He would be a very sexy James Bond with the hair and the scruff and the jawline. But she liked the prince outfit. It had good memories associated with it, something Emma needed.

"Ah. I wouldn't say this was uncomfortable," Killian said, tugging her toward the dancefloor. "Dance with me, Captain?"

She smiled. "I think I like this captain thing," she quipped, stepping confidently into the waltz. Dancing with him was so effortless; he made her feel like a princess. Every time.

"I've always said you'd make a good pirate," he reminded her.

She blushed. "I know a guy."

He chuckled. "Oh really? Anyone I know?"

She shrugged. "I hope not, your highness. That would be rather scandalous. A prince being...intimate with a pirate."

"Is that an invitation, lass?"

"Do you want it to be?"

He pulled her closer. "You did promise to make this 'monkey suit' worth my while, love."

"So I did. But you might not be able to handle it."

"I do love a challenge."

Emma leaned in by his ear. "I've always wanted to ravish a prince."

Killian shivered. "I think it's time for us to leave."

They ducked out with a hurried goodbye to her parents. Emma giggled as they climbed into her bug and drove to the docks. If she was going to ravish her prince, then she was doing it on board her ship. They walked up to the ship hand in hand, a final moment of being themselves before the game began. "Killian, are you sure you want to do this?"

He eyed her like she was insane. "Utterly and completely." He pulled her close and kissed her, a passionate kiss that she felt all the way to her toes. "I'm all yours, Captain."

"Go. Captain's quarters. I'll be with you shortly."

Killian gave her a devilish smirk then headed up the gangplank. He climbed down the ladder and lit the candles; slightly more difficult without his hook. Fortunately, Emma had placed a box of matches in his quarters ages ago. He spent his idle time wondering what sort of prince he should be. Innocent and trusting? Outraged at being a captive? On a mission sowing his wild oats? There on a dare from another prince? He was intrigued by her suggestion, her playing the pirate, seducing him. He was of the very willingly seduced but he enjoyed her taking control.

He had no doubt that Captain Emma Swan would be very controlling.

Emma paced the deck for some time, deliberately making him stew. They'd role played a few times but this was the first with her in control. She wanted it. A lot. She'd come a long way from her days as the Dark One; she didn't want anything like that touching this, tainting it. She'd hurt him then; she never wanted to hurt him again.

But she was the fearsome pirate, seducing her princely captive. No reason it couldn't be fun.

Mind made up, she marched to the hatch and climbed down the ladder. The candles were lit and Killian was pacing, fuming. Good, Emma thought.

"By what right do you keep me here?" Killian demanded.

Emma jutted out her chin. "I'd watch your tone, highness," she spat. "This isn't your castle. My ship, my rules."

"You're nothing but a filthy pirate."

Emma advanced on him, backing him toward the bulkhead, hand on the hilt of her (his) sword. "I said watch your tone," she said in a deadly voice.

Killian heard her use a similar tone when she was the Dark One. But rather than fill him with dismay, this voice sent a thrill down his spine. This was the strong woman he fell in love with, a woman who never stopped fighting. "Perhaps you should be careful, Captain. You're not the only one who can use a sword."

"Thinking of escaping?" She laughed. "No need for such dramatics. I have no intention of hurting you, highness."

"You don't?"

"Of course not. You're worth more to me alive."

"How long am I to remain your unwilling guest?"

She smiled. "As long as it takes."

"Then I hope you are vigilant. Because I have no intention of staying."

"You think you have power here?" Her heeled boots put on a level with him. "You'd be mistaken. But there's no reason we can't make the best of your stay."

Killian swallowed. "Just what are you implying?"

She laid her hands on his chest. "Oh come now. You're not unfortunate looking. Surely I don't need to spell it out for you."

"Never." It was so difficult to actually say the word because his body was calling out for hers. He was half hard from the moment she came down the ladder and the heated banter just made it worse.

"We'll see about that." She grabbed him roughly by the arm and dragged him to the lone chair. She found some rope and tied him to it, around the arms so he couldn't wiggle free. "Do you think I can make you beg?"

Emma didn't wait for him answer; instead, she shrugged out of her long coat and tossed her hat. She shook out her long hair, deliberately leaning back to give him a good view of her arched back. Even as the pirate captain, she wouldn't force him. She wanted him to want her, to beg for her to touch him. So to entice him she put on a show for him. She moved around the cabin, bending over, showing him her cleavage and her ass, two things she knew Killian was very fond of.

She picked up her coat at his feet. She leaned over his chair, her chest in his face. "Too tight?"

Killian swallowed, knowing she wasn't talking about his bonds. "I'm fine," he spat. It didn't stop him from looking down her shirt; the corset did excellent things for her, he wanted to bury his face there and tease her with his mouth.

"So stubborn," she murmured, wetting her lips. "I like that."

"Sod what you like, pirate."

"Captain," she said softly. "And you'll be screaming that before the end of the night."

"Think highly of yourself, do you?"

Her gaze flickered down to his crotch, where the bulge was clearly visible. "I will have you. You know it. But it will be your choice."

"Not bloody likely."

Emma lowered her head and kissed his fluttering pulse. "Liar." She turned around and straightened up. Her fingers deftly tugged on the ties of her corset, loosening it. Slowly she stripped it off, watching the way his pupils dilated. She raised her booted foot to the chair, resting it directly between his legs. Killian swallowed. Emma casually began to fondle her breasts through the fabric of her shirt, sighing in pleasure. She arched, licking her lips, getting lost in how good it felt, knowing he was watching her. She did love when he watched her pleasure herself. "Hmmm."

Killian squirmed in the seat, pants painfully tight. He hadn't expected her to tie him up, but he wasn't about to complain. He squirmed so much that his cock brushed her boot and he hissed. "Fuck."

"All you have to do it say the word," she purred, leaning in so her knee was against his chest.

"Is that all you've got?"

Fire flared in her eyes; he relished getting under her skin. She peeled her puffy shirt off and angrily unzipped her boots. She climbed in his lap, wantonly grinding her core over his cock. "I can feel how much you want me," she said, teeth nipping his earlobe. "Why fight it?"

"Be-because," he stuttered. It was a losing battle now that she was touching him.

"That's not an answer."

"You're...a pirate."

"So?" She kissed up his neck and jaw until her lips hovered over his. "I'm a woman too. Or is that it? Are you a virgin, highness?"

Killian let out a shuddering breath. "No, but this is...wrong."

"Why?" she demanded, yanking a little on his hair. "You can fuck a whore but not me?"

"It was a serving girl in the castle," he spat.

"A blushing virgin," Emma laughed. "Hardly worth the effort. Did she whisper sweet nothings to you? Beg you to stay? Or did you just use her?"

Killian's jaw clenched. "Sod off."

"I'm offering you a much better time," Emma said, trailing her fingertip down the deep V of his shirt. She could feel his heart racing under his skin. "Assuming you can keep up, of course."

He bit his lip, fighting the need to rock his hips into her. "I can't," he said in a broken voice.

"Tell me why."

He looked into her eyes. "Because I won't want you to stop."

She had him. Emma reached behind him and untied the knots restraining him. "No one ever has to know," she said softly. She rolled her hips. "What's your name, highness?"

Against his will, his hand came up and curled around her bare back. Fuck, her skin was soft. "Killian."

"Killian. All it takes is one word. And it can be a very pleasurable night for both of us."

He rested his hands on her hips. "I...I want...bloody hell, yes."

"Yes what?"

His eyes darkened further. "Yes, Captain."

Emma crushed her mouth to his, fingers diving into his hair. Killian groaned into her mouth, good hand sliding up her back. Emma ground against him, desire shuddering down her spine. "I have plans for you," she said against his lips. "I hope you weren't planning on sleeping."

"Bloody fuck."

Emma sucked on his pulse, worrying a mark into his skin. She dragged his good hand to her breast, encouraging him to touch her. He mauled her breast, pinching the nipple hard. Emma moaned, biting her lip. "Yes." She dragged his mouth to her other breast. "Suck," she commanded. He hurried to obey her, lips closing around the pert nipple. Emma pushed on his jacket and was thwarted by the sash. She ripped it off him, growling in frustration; there wasn't enough room to strip him in the chair. She hissed and arched as he worked her sensitive flesh, core getting wetter by the moment. "I need you naked. Now."

She tore herself away and stood by the desk. "Strip."

Killian was panting, desperately turned on. It took him a moment to realize she'd given him an order. He stood as well, shrugging out of the coat and unbuttoning his vest and shirt as quickly as he could. Emma stared unashamedly as his chest was exposed; Killian was hot and she had no problem admiring him. She rubbed her thighs together as he moved to his boots and trousers, his toned muscular body doing things to her. "See something you like, Captain?" he smirked at her.

Emma scowled and pushed him toward the desk. "On your back." Once again, Killian hastened to obey. He stretched out on the desk, hers to use as she saw fit. Emma looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his considerable erection, laying across his stomach. Part of her wanted to climb up and ride him until they passed out, but she wanted this to last. She reached out, her fingers gliding over the hard flesh. Killian shivered, good hand balling into a fist.. He stayed still as she toyed with him, stroking his cock, his balls; a low groan tumbled from his lips. Emma stroked him more firmly, pumping him in earnest. "We're going to have such a good time together, Killian. You'll see."

Killian's hips rocked up of their own accord; she was making him crazy. He yelped in protest when she stopped abruptly, hips thrusting against nothing. He saw her stripping off those tight leather pants, shimmying out of them, exposing the rest of her pale smooth flesh. Fuck, she was beautiful.

Emma climbed up onto the desk; there was more room here than in the tiny bunk. But they'd make it there eventually. She straddled his face, wet sopping flesh hovering over his mouth. "You know what to do?"

"Aye."

"So do it. Mouth only."

Killian blew cool air over her dripping flesh; Emma hissed. She braced her hands on his chest and lowered her hips, biting her lip as he licked her. She shuddered, hands tightening into fists as he worked her, lips, tongue and teeth nibbling and licking at her. "Oh, oh, oh," she sighed, rolling her hips down over and over again. Killian tongued her entrance, plunging in and out of the wet hole. "Fuck, more." She jerked when he found her clit, sucking it between his lips. The ache between her legs mounted even as her body tightened. She needed him to fill her, to fuck her, but there was no way she was stopping. "Shit, I'm gonna come! Now! I need it, now, now, now!" She shivered hard and shattered, fucking his face wildly. Killian drank her down, holding her as she fell.

She went still, breathing hard. She laid her head on Killian stomach as she caught her breath. It didn't escape her notice that his red weeping cock lay inches from her mouth. Her tongue darted out and licked it, making Killian moan underneath her. "Captain?"

"You didn't think we were done, did you?"

"No, Captain."

She licked at his slit, tasting precum on her tongue. "Mmm." He tasted salty but sweet. "Everything I do to you, you do to me, understand? But don't come. I want this cock inside me."

Killian swallowed but agreed. He was painfully aroused but gritted his teeth as she toyed with him. She licked the length of his shaft and he mimicked the action on her cunt. She took him in, head bobbing lightly; Killian's deep groan of pleasure vibrated against her. He licked at her, tasting as she grew wetter from sucking him. He knew it turned her on, but he hadn't known how much. His hips jerked as she fondled his balls., finding the spot between his legs that make him insane.

"FUCK!" he yelled, voice muffled by her body.

Emma just grinned, redoubling her teasing. She knew his body well enough to stop before he came, but he was left panting under her, vibrating with need.

"I didn't tell you to stop," she said, rolling her hips down, straightening up.

"Please, Captain," he pleaded. "A moment."

Emma ignored him, instead moving to touch herself. She groaned softly, rubbing her clit. "Fuck me with your fingers," she ordered harshly, in need of another orgasm. She was nowhere near sated; she hadn't been kidding about wanting to run him hard. They didn't get chances like this often and she wanted to take advantage.

Killian pushed two fingers into her, watching them disappear inside her body. She rode them eagerly, fingering her clit, mumbling nonsense as the pressure built again. "Fuck yes, I'm close, so fucking close! Yes!" Her walls contracted around his fingers as stars popped behind her eyes, one hand braced against his chest.

Killian rubbed her until she climbed off, legs shaking. "Captain?"

She looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. "Get over here."

He scrambled off the desk; Emma grabbed him and fused her mouth to his, standing up on her toes to reach. They tumbled backwards toward the bunk, hands everywhere. "You're going to fuck me," she hissed, hand roughly jerking his cock. "Fuck me so that we both remember it. I want you to remember fucking the pirate."

"Yes," he agreed, sucking on her bottom lip. He lifted her onto the bunk, spreading her knees with his hands. Emma made no comment about the stiff fake hand, far too lost in her own lust. He rubbed his cock over her slit, coating him with her wetness. Emma watched as he teased them both, more wetness leaking from her body.

"Fuck, hurry," she demanded, pulling his hair. "Stop teasing."

"Once won't be enough," he said, voice cracking need.

"I've got you all night; you're mine to use," she reminded him. "Just fuck me."

Killian nodded frantically, finally climbing on top of her and sliding home. They both groaned in pleasure as she stretched around him. Killian hooked her legs under his arms, using them for leverage as he took her with hard plunges. Emma gave as good as she got, thrusting her hips into his, yanking him down by the neck to kiss him senseless. He rolled his hips, grinding his pelvic bone against her clit.

"Fuck, so tight," he hissed, hips jerking.

"Harder," Emma demanded. "Harder."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Harder." Killian let out a guttural sound and did as she asked, snapping his hips into hers, hitting her so deep they both cried out. Nonsense tumbled from Emma's lips, curses. Her fingers found her clit, pinching, and she exploded, screaming, her clamping walls milking Killian dry as he yelled incoherently.

"Fucking hell," he breathed, collapsing on top of her. Her legs slipped down as her head lolled; she was drenched in sweat.

Killian tried to move, not wanting to crush her, unsure if their game was over or not. Emma held him weakly, lips brushing his skin. "Don't go."

"Lass?"

"I'm okay. You?"

"Never been better." He kissed her sweaty brow. "But I don't want to crush you."

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?"

"Wanting me again?"

"Love, I always want you. You were bloody magnificent."

"Give me a little bit and we can go again."

"We don't have to."

"Hey, I'm in charge, remember?"

He kissed her lips sweetly. "Aye aye, Captain."

They did go again...much later, after a nap. Emma could get used to being the Captain.