Chapter Summary: Killian wakes and his mind can't help but wander to the warmth of the man pressed against his back, and just how they got there – his life so different than he ever imagined it would be, even after he fell madly in love with the blonde goddess who held a knife to his throat and abandoned him at the top of a beanstalk, but sometimes the paths that are least expected are the ones with the greatest rewards.

Relationships/Tags: Killian Jones/Emma Swan/Wish Hook (background mention only), Killian Jones/Wish Hook, M/M, Gay Sex, Anal Sex

It was one of those rare nights, Killian's body drifting into wakefulness though the sun was still far from rising, his mind refusing to be lulled back to sleep by the gentle patter of rain against the windowpanes. He'd kicked the sheets from himself at some point, a cord of them twisted around his waist, leaving his chest and legs chilled by the night air. Emma had volunteered to cover the night shift for Will that evening, her place in the bed an empty stretch of white lit by the moon shimmering through the sheer curtains.

Killian had fallen asleep wrapped in his other partner and woke just the same, Hook's hips still tucked firmly against him beneath the sheets, his rough stubble pressed against his back that was warmed by his lover's content, even breaths, scarred wrist resting lightly against his stomach. Though the night was still young and the rain dancing on the roof far above them should have been enough to let him drift off once more, Killian found his mind was too awake to allow for it.

He'd always been contemplative, brooding even, as caught in his own thoughts as a fish in a net, and in the quiet darkness of their bed, Hook's warmth seeping into him, his found himself picking and turning memories over that he hadn't examined in a long while.

There was a time when he couldn't have imagined being in the situation he'd just woken to, stretched comfortably in a bed that was his own, in a home that was his, and with another man pressed against his back – but not just any man, and perhaps that was the piece that allowed it to all make sense, that made everything fit perfectly between the three of them.

He and Emma had been happy together when it was just the two of them – a whole, as he'd thought – and no ordinary third would have fit into what was already complete, but Hook was no ordinary man. He was another version of himself, slightly older – and as he insisted on arguing, far wiser – a man of shared experiences and pain, of shared beauty and shared love with both of them.

They had been whole together, just he and Emma, but with Hook, they were something more, something washed in so much love that what they were had grown and changed, finding new corners of themselves to share and welcome him into.

At first, for Killian at least, it had been a maelstrom of curiosity and unexpected attraction – he was, after all, devilishly handsome no matter the version, and the addition of some gray streaks and fine lines had only enhanced that appeal...and he would have had to be a blind man not to see the connection forming between his other self and Emma. He'd recognized it as the same bond that he and Emma themselves had nurtured and grown over shared adventures and vulnerabilities. At first he'd feared it, back when he and Hook had first met in this very room. Hook hadn't known what the Seer's words would portend, just who his happy ending would be, but Killian had understood immediately – it would always be Emma.

Though their knowledge of the various realms was still tenuous at best, they all believed that there was no version of Emma left in the Wish Realm, that whatever facsimile she'd replaced at the bidding of the Evil Queen's wish had been destroyed, and then once she'd left...once she'd returned to him, that was it. Honestly, the rules of how that entire realm worked were a mystery, but without being able to explain why, Killian knew that if Hook were to find his happy ending anywhere, it would be here – he'd known it in his very soul, and it had terrified him.

As they welcomed him into their home and aided him in his quest to find a way to reunite with his daughter, it became clear there was something undeniable between his wife and this older version of himself, and though at first it had pained him, he couldn't look at his twin, lonely and broken and desperate for help, and not truly want the same happiness for him that he'd found with Emma – that sense of completion and understanding that came with True Love, the feeling of home. How could he have fought against that, especially knowing that it may very well be the thing that would unburden Hook of his curse and make saving his daughter possible once more?

But then everything had changed – the attraction between them that had at first been focused around Emma, on her pleasure and needs, it had grown to encompass things Killian had never thought would be possible. A late evening spent conversing over glasses of rum, sharing their past experiences and how they'd differed – the varying nuances of the history they shared – but no matter the small details, the larger tragedies had all been markedly exact. At least they were until their paths had diverged and Hook had traveled to Gothel's tower – until he'd been tricked into intimacies and conceiving a child. And then – when he'd loved and cared for the child her entire life – he'd suffered having her taken away by the very witch who'd birthed and abandoned her all those years ago.

Killian couldn't imagine the pain, being forced from your child when all you desperately wanted was to hold them and keep them safe from the world. He'd always wondered if perhaps he and Emma – now he and Hook and Emma – might someday have a child of their own, and to dream of being given that happiness only to have it ripped away...it was a tragedy he couldn't bear having to live through, and the fact that Hook had, that he was still fighting to fix it...

Killian wouldn't take the chance that his reluctance would prevent Hook from finding his happy ending and daughter once more, so instead of fearing what he felt changing between the three of them, he embraced it, looking for all the things to love in the other man that Emma saw in him each day, the things he saw in her. Not surprisingly, considering there was true love involved, becoming three instead of two had only made their love reach its roots deeper, strengthening all of them.

Behind him Hook stirred, perhaps sensing his lover was awake in his arms, murmuring small, half-asleep noises as he pressed a kiss to Killian's shoulder, his wrist rubbing circles against the hard planes of his stomach. Killian felt a familiar surge of warmth in his chest at the gentleness, Hook's arm stretching beneath his neck before pulling him more securely into his chest, his lips whispering across his back once more and stirring a far different warmth somewhere else.

"What are you doing awake?" Hook rumbled behind him, his leg edging forward to push between Killian's, his words broken by the soft caress of his lips.

"I couldn't sleep," Killian sighed, his teeth catching his lip as Hook's stubble rubbed deliciously across the skin he was taunting with the hot wetness of his mouth – a mouth Killian was very desperately imagining elsewhere.

"Missing Emma?"

"I do always miss our Swan when she's not here, but actually, I was thinking of you," he teased, his voice still rough with disuse as he pushed his own hips more tightly against Hook's, smirking as he felt his twin's cock start to harden against him, his grip tightening as he awoke more fully.

"Were you indeed?" Hook crooned, his teeth catching around Killian's shoulder as he thrust gently against his firm backside, his cock sliding against the fullness of his cheek.

"Aye, is that too much for an old pirate to believe?"

"Not this old pirate," Hook quipped, smiling as Killian rolled in his grasp, his legs slipping free, one coming to rest contentedly over his own as their eyes met, lashes heavy with sleep and pupils leaving only a sliver of blue to be seen in the dark room. "And just what were you thinking about?"

"How we got here," Killian nearly whispered, winding his fingers through Hook's ruffled hair, his streaks of silver bright in the moonlight. He tilted his lover's head back, exposing the sharp ridge of his stubbled jaw as he leaned forward, his mouth trailing heat along the line of his neck and tasting the warm sheen of sleep still lingering on his skin.

A low rumble caught in Hook's throat at Killian's ministrations, and he tugged him more firmly to his body, the press of skin against skin chasing away the fog of sleep as his mind turned to more pleasurable activities – like how sinful that tongue would feel sliding across something other than his neck. Killian's nails dug sharply into his hip and he suddenly rutted his hips forward, their cocks brushing together, and Hook knew his lover was of the same mind.

He wasted no time in rolling on top of his younger self, enjoying the way his thighs settled heavily on either side of Killian as he took control, his stunted wrist pressing his hand into the bed as his fingers echoed the command on his other side. His tongue swept over his lips as he studied the unbridled longing in the face of the man below him – a face that was so much more than a reflection of his own, it's lines and nuances speaking to everything that ran below the surface.

"I like to think it was fate," Hook smirked, dipping low to taste his twin's lips, the movement between them becoming more desperate as their tongues swept together, stroking and pulling, breaths gasped and sharp. Tearing himself away, Hook slanted his body and pressed his member roughly against Killian's, rocking back and forth and groaning as he felt his lover's teeth hook into his shoulder, the pain softened by the breathless moans surrounding it.

"I like to think it was my...fuck...devilishly good looks," Killian moaned, twisting and pulling himself free of Hook's knees in an attempt to gain a better hold of his lover, his legs wrapping around the other man as he thrust upward, his head digging into the bed as he sought firmer pressure between their bodies.

Hook chuckled against his neck before working his way down Killian's chest, ignoring the growl of dissatisfaction from his lover as the warm press of his body moved away from his throbbing cock, leaving cold air between them.

"So desperate," he teased, his teeth grazing over a nipple before continuing down, his tongue sweeping along the hard, flexing planes of his stomach, following the trail of black hair that would lead him toward his treasure. "Is thiswhat you were really thinking about?"

"Just bloody get on with it," Killian growled, knotting his fingers into Hook's tousled hair and pushing him roughly against his cock, hissing as warm lips and scratchy stubble dragged along his length, moving lower until the heat of his breath was ghosting against his balls, his fingers wrapping perfectly around his thick shaft.

"As I said before..." Hook murmured, tonguing one of the soft orbs in front of him before sucking it into his mouth, heavy and full, laving it with his tongue before letting it pop free "...desperate."

"Jones," Killian choked out, his grip on his lover's hair tightening as he angled his face back toward him, "if you don't get on with it, mate, I might just take what I need..."

"You forget who you're talking to – " and suddenly Hook's palm was like a vice around his length, his breath hot against the taut skin of his bollocks as he slid his grasp higher, rolling over the swollen head of Killian's member and pulling a broken groan from his lips. " – so if you want my mouth wrapped around this beautiful cock of yours, then I'll need to hear you beg for it."

The sharp sting of Hook's teeth dragging against his tender skin, his tongue immediately soothing the ache, quelled the last of Killian's reticence and he let out a soft moan, thrusting up into the strong hand holding him.

"Bloody hell, Jones, please...just..."

"Just what?" Hook crooned, another slow roll of his hand drawing more noises from his lover. Killian's knees were splayed around him as he hovered over the dark tip of his cock, his mouth only a breath away from where his pirate needed him the most.

"Just take me," Killian hissed, a note of desperation in the words that were fumbled, half supplication and half command, from his lips. "Take me in that mouth of yours, love – I need you...need to feel you around me...in me...all of it..."

Hook dove forward with a pleased rumble in the back of his throat, his hair falling in a sway of black and silver – brushing against Killian's stomach as he wrapped his lips around him and welcomed him into his warmth, his lover's hips rising to meet him, his tongue laving around the hot, throbbing flesh, tracing each vein and ridge that he'd lavished with attention so many times before. He loved the way he tasted, the way he filled his mouth so completely, slipping against the back of his throat and pulsing against his tongue. He loved the way Killian's fingers wound in his hair, pulling him closer and dragging him away, hissed words of approval caressing his ears as he moved with the soft rocking of his lover's hips. His hand pressed wantonly along the firm line of Killian's hip, reveling in the way his skin stretched taut over both muscle and bone, swelled over the thick expanse of his powerful thighs, black hair dusting his lover's body and tickling his palm.

"Gods, I love you," Killian groaned, "come here."

Hook relinquished his lover's hardness at his urging, clambering back up his chest and seizing his lips once more, their lower bodies pressing together and rutting shamelessly as they sought that perfect friction between them, Killian's mouth nearly bruising in his desire to taste every inch of himself on Hook.

"I want to feel you inside of me, pirate," Killian breathed, running his foot along the back of Hook's leg and thrusting. "I want you so deep inside of me that I don't remember what it's like to have ever felt anything else. How's that for begging, Jones?"

"Bloody fucking hell, Killian," Hook rasped, fumbling toward the nightstand and tearing open the drawer, nearly dropping the bottle of lube in his haste to return to their activities.

Killian's hand was wrapped around his own cock, jerking it slowly to the side as Hook shuffled back between his splayed legs and pressed open mouthed kisses to wherever he could reach, his blunted wrist urging his legs higher. Goosebumps erupted along his stomach as Hook drizzled a generous stream of lube against his ass, pumping more into his palm and smoothing it over his own cock.

"Are you ready, love?"

"Aye," Killian groaned, stroking his shaft more quickly as he watched Hook take himself in hand, lowering his body so he could pressed the glistening tip of his cock against Killian's tight entrance, the both of them letting out a sharp breath at the sensation.

"You're so tight like this," Hook hissed, pushing forward slowly, Killian's legs rising to ease the soft burn of his cockhead spreading his tight ring of muscle, then dropping to rest on his twin's backside as he slipped through and delved further in, his shaft slowly filling him in the most delicious way.

"Didn't want to wait," Killian huffed against his neck, "just needed...needed this."

"Aye, love," Hook breathed, holding back the indulgent chuckle he could feel tickling his throat – normally when they made love, they both preferred slightly more preparation, the foreplay half the fun, but then there were those times where desire and something far deeper nipped at the both of them, leaving them impatient to be joined. "So you'll finally admit that I was right then, that you woke desperate to feel this thick cock inside of you?"

"You're insufferable," Killian sighed, his mock irritation changing to a low whimper at the delicate thrusts Hook was making to prove his point. He carded his fingers through his lover's hair, admiring the way his fringe draped silver and black across his face, the lines around his eyes ones of laughter. "Just fuck me already."

Hook smirked, knowing he'd won, and began to move, his shallow thrusts becoming something deeper as he kept a close on his lover's face for any signs it was too much too soon, but their moment of banter had been enough to relax him, and he slipped further into his body easily, Killian's brow furrowed in silent pleasure as he concentrated on the sensation. A panting breath left Hook's lips as he settled fully within his lover, losing himself for a moment in how tightly Killian was surrounding him, how perfect and right it felt to be connected to him in this way, ripples of pleasure shared between them with each small movement he made.

"Jones," Killian pleaded, trying to roll his hips and digging his heels into Hook, his face flushed pink and mouth fallen open as he clenched himself purposefully around the impressive length filling him. "Move, please..."

Needing no further urging, Hook drew himself back, Killian's body grasping and pulling pleasantly along his skin as he retreated, his movements shadowed by the soft moans falling from his lover's mouth as he rocked over him. Pleasure surged through his gut as he thrust back in, his balls slapping heavily against Killian's firm backside.

"Gods, you're so...bloody perfect," Hook hissed, pleasure burning along every inch of his skin as he set a decadent pace, pulling himself farther out as Killian began to relax around him, the head of his cock rolling over his prostate before delving back in to fill the deepest parts of him. A sharp cry flew from Killian's mouth as he changed his angle, hitting that spot that was unlike any other more intensely, and Hook's arm slanted quickly over his twin's mouth, silencing him. "Not that I don't like the enthusiasm, mate, but you'll have the children bursting in thinking the town's been set upon by some new villain."

Killian's teeth bit none to gently at Hook's skin, his eyes narrowing as he mumbled something about knocking around the muscular forearm still pressed firmly against him. Hook's pace slowed as he dragged his length achingly from his partner, flexing his shaft so the tip of his cock bobbed against the edge of Killian's tight entrance, making his eyes roll closed, a soft hum falling from him on a sigh.

"Can you be quieter?" Hook smirked, flexing once more as Killian nodded against the bed sheets, his hips pushing to meet him. "That's a good boy..."

Killian let out a heavy breath as Hook pulled his arm away and plunged himself back into the heat he'd been missing, their bodies falling into a familiar rhythm as his legs dragged over Hook's skin.

"Don't stop," Killian gasped, his hand fisted in the sheets as he arched his back in time with his lover's thrusts, his cock bouncing between them, swollen and dripping cum along his stomach as his muscles flexed with each movement.

With a growl Hook lurched forward, his wrist and hand pushing at the back of Killian's knees and forcing them upward, the angle opening his twin and letting his girth slide more quickly into his depths. His pace quickened, he was nearly pulling the entirety of his cock free before slamming back in, his twin's body rocking beneath him as their moans and grunts were lost amid the damp slap of their bodies meeting.

"I won't last much longer," Hook moaned, feeling the tightness building behind his balls, the sparks of pleasure racing along his skin and bursting somewhere in his chest, "touch yourself for me, love..."

Killian yanked his hand from the sheets and wrapped it around his cock, knuckles white against his swollen, red shaft as he started moving, his hand slipping along skin already slick from the cum flowing easily from his body, Hook's constant stimulation of his prostate ensuring he was already at the edge. He rolled his palm over the head and shuddered, Hook's thrusts faltering as his release drew near.

"Bloody hell," Killian hissed, his grip tightening as he worked his shaft with short, rough strokes, "I can feel you...so close...gods..."

A low broken moan poured from Hook as he thrust deeply a few more times, his cock swelling and pulsing within Killian's tight channel as he buried himself deeper, his pelvis digging into his lover as he pumped his release into his hot depths, his eyes never leaving Killian's as he writhed against him, his fist flying desperately over his own member before it finally erupted, ropes of cum shooting across his stomach and the bed, painting his chest with arousal as he panted and heaved on the mattress.

The quiet of the rainy night was undisturbed save for the harsh rhythm of their breaths as they came down together, Killian's legs slumping back to the mattress as Hook softened and slid from his body, the evidence of his release slowly following. Pressing a kiss to Killian's sated smile, he slipped from the bed and padded into the bathroom, letting the water run for a minute before returning with a warm cloth and carefully cleaning his lover, Killian jerking at the new sensation against his skin that was still sensitive from their activities.

"Come back to bed, Jones," he grumbled, listening to the water run once more in the bathroom, the noise of it splattering in the sink as Hook washed his face suddenly quite loud in the otherwise silent night. "You'll be the one to wake Alice and Henry this time."

"Unlikely," Hook chuckled as he turned the tap and crawled back into bed. "The faucet on a rainy evening is far less alarming than screams."

"I wasn't bloody screaming," Killian growled, nosing the smirk on the other man's lips before pressing his own smile in its place, tugging him in close for a slow, relaxed kiss that faded into soft caresses as they found a comfortable position that avoided most of the spots on the bed where their sweat had dampened the sheets – and if that happened to be on Emma's side, well, she'd hardly find out until the morning.

Hook watched as Killian settled back into sleep on the pillow beside him, his eyes heavy and features relaxed in a way that only deep slumber could bring. He let his thumb brush along the edge of Killian's, both of their hands devoid of the heavy rings they normally favored during the day, but graced with the same identical silver wedding band.

There was a time that he too had wondered just how he'd gotten to this place – his happy ending – but when his gaze fell back on the man sleeping beside him, and he thought of the woman who'd be returning home to them shortly, it was no mystery at all.