Author's note: So this is kind of a sequel to 'Yo Ho Ho' but could be read separately. It's Killian/Emma/Hook so as always if that's not your thing, feel free to skip!

Disclaimer: So not mine.

And a Bottle of Rum

Emma giggled on her way up the gangplank. Her heels thudded on the ancient wood, Killian right behind her. She felt warm and giddy, not to mention slightly tipsy. Which was to be expected when dating a pirate she supposed.

Killian caught her around the wrist with his hook, pulling her against his chest. "I didn't say we were finished, love."

Emma clutched at his lapel for balance, a knowing smile on her lips. "I believe I was promised a nightcap, Captain."

"So you were." He licked his lips just before he kissed her, a bit sloppy, a bit wet, but perfect all the same. His hand and hook trailed along her sides, coming around her waist, fingers toying with the ends of her hair. He was obsessed with the golden strands, always touching, stroking. Sometimes he'd pull on them just right and send her into a frenzy.

Like right now.

Emma broke off their kiss with a gasp, molten fire pooling in her stomach. "Fuck."

Killian chuckled darkly. "That's the idea, Swan." He kissed the corner of her mouth, her pulse. "Now be a good girl and get below. I'll be with you shortly."

She whined in complaint; she had to admit, she enjoyed when the pirate in him came out to play. He was usually so reverent with her, so loving, and it was amazing, but she didn't want him hiding any part of himself from her. She loved him exactly as he was.

Emma stepped away from him, adding a little sway to her hips as she headed for the ladder that led to his quarters. She saw him staring at her as she turned to head down the ladder—a feat in her heels—his hair already slightly mussed. She definitely looked forward to mussing it further, the dark strands between her fingers.

"I was wondering when you'd show up."

Emma whirled around, nearly tripping in her haste to get off the ladder. A shadowy figure sat behind the captain's desk, his white teeth flashing in the low lamp light. Her heart raced and she mentally braced herself for an attack.

"Who are you?"

"You really don't know? I'm surprised at you, love."

Emma's brow knitted together, realization hitting her like a sledgehammer. That was Killian's voice. It was the same and yet...different somehow. Darker, the accent a little thicker? Wood scraped over wood as her new companion leaned into the light.

It was Killian alright. Dressed in his pirate garb, red vest catching the light. He was leering openly at her, blue eyes giving her a once over that made her shiver.

Without a thought, she stepped closer, until she was leaning over the desk. "Killian?"

"No one's called me that for many a year, lass."

What the hell? She'd just left Killian—her Killian—up on the deck. And now there was another, one she'd only met once, but he'd definitely left an impression. He was staring down her dress, leaning closer; she could almost feel his breath on her skin.

How much had she had to drink? Or was this a dream? She could pinch herself, but if it was a dream...Christ, she was a bit ashamed she didn't want to wake up. She loved her Killian dearly, but the passionate dangerous pirate she'd met in the Enchanted Forest had stuck with her. She didn't want to know what would have happened if Killian's hadn't been there.

"Hook?"

"Aye, lass."

Well, if this was a dream, then she was damn well going to enjoy it. She reached out and grabbed the charms on his necklace, tugging him across the desk until their lips were fused together. He tasted exactly like she remembered, sea and spice and rum. His hand was in her hair, combing through it, massaging her scalp. Emma moaned softly, warmth flooding her again.

Hook growled, hand and hook sliding under her arms. He lifted her off her feet, over the desk, until she was settled in his lap, legs dangling over the side of the chair. She kissed him again, sucking on his tongue, the way she'd wanted to do back in the past. His hand and hook skimmed up her thighs, the cool metal making her shiver. He pushed her tight dress up, up, up until the material bunched around her waist. Emma groaned, grinding her hips into his urgently, his prominent erection rubbing her deliciously.

"Such a wanton thing," Hook hissed in her ear. "Are you wet for me, love?"

"Why don't you check and see?" she challenged.

He grinned salaciously, hand disappearing between them. He found her panty clad core, fingers pressing against the sodden fabric. "Well, these won't do." A flash of his hook and the lace was torn from her body, giving him access to her aching flesh. Emma moaned loudly as he touched her, a bit rougher than her Killian, and she rolled her hips, needing more.

"Shit," she cursed, clutching at his shoulder. "Oh shit." It felt like sparks moving over her skin, his roughness making her wetter.

Hook used his moniker to yank down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts. Emma arched her back, mewling, his mouth latching on to one of the hard peaks. Her hands dove into his hair, holding him there, pressure coiling tighter and tighter in her gut. She was going to come—hard and fast—just another notch on the Captain's bedpost and she honestly couldn't give a single fuck.

She screamed when it washed over her, her entire body trembling, head thrown back in ecstasy.

Hook laughed smugly as she tried so hard to breathe, hissing when he nipped at the swell of her breast. She watched with half lidded eyes as he licked his fingers clean, humming at the sweet taste of her.

"I told you she wanted the pirate," Hook said, glancing over Emma's shoulder.

She was still so dazed that it took a moment for his words to register and when they did, she turned too. Were they not alone? A guilty feeling settled in her stomach, even though Hook and Killian were the same man. Weren't they? The feeling intensified as their visitor stepped out of the shadows.

It was Killian.

Just as she'd left him on the deck, hair windswept, eyes dark with want. He grinned at her, sitting the lap of his double, lips still parted from her intense orgasm.

This had to be a dream, right? There was no way it was possible for there to be two Killians. Even in her freaky magical word, this seemed to be a stretch. And if it was a dream, what did that say about her?

Emma's thought was cut off when her Killian cupped her chin. She swallowed, looking into his bottomless blue eyes. "Did you enjoy yourself, Swan?"

She didn't have any words. There was nothing she could say to describe what she was feeling. She could feel Hook under her, his thumb stroking her thigh, his body slightly tense. He was still aroused, hard and heavy between her legs. She bit her lip, her treacherous brain wondering what it would be like if Hook fucked her. Would it be different? The same? Did Killian's feelings for her change the way they had sex?

Killian's thumb brushed over her lips. "It's okay, love. You can tell me."

She nodded, leaning her head into his hand. "I enjoyed it," she said softly.

Killian's lips quirked up in a smirk. He let her go and took her hand, guiding it to the front of his pants. She felt him, cock straining against the fabric. "You were bloody magnificent."

Emma gulped; slowly, her gaze shifted from one to the other. Both had the same look of desire in their eyes, desire for her. "You both want me," she said, in a slightly awed voice.

"Aye," they said in unison.

Hook slowly started massaging her breast again, bringing the nipple to hardness. Emma's core clenched, sinful, dirty images filling her head. If this was a dream...couldn't she be blamed for what her subconscious thought up? She knew Hook and Killian were the same man. Having them both...well, she'd never actually done that before, but if her body's response was any indication, she wasn't adverse to the idea.

She could indulge herself just this once, right? Know what it felt like, hear them beg for her, call out her name in desperation.

Emma took a deep breath and just stopped thinking. She wanted to feel. She grasped Killian's necklace and pulled him down to her, kissing him hard. He growled, yanking her head back by the hair, tongue thrust into her mouth. Hook's mouth was on her breast again, his scruff scratching her skin.

She pushed awkwardly as Killian's jacket; it hit the floor with a thump. "Give her to me," he snarled at his twin. Hook released her and Killian picked her up out of his lap, depositing her on her the desk. Emma's fingers attacked the buttons of his vest as he sucked on her pulse point. A dream this may be, but it felt real enough. Killian stood between her parted thighs, pulling on the ruined material of her dress.

"Together," Hook spat from behind her. She gasped as two metal hooks pulled on the fabric, tearing it like tissue paper until she was naked.

"Oh fuck," she cursed, her clit throbbing. Hook pulled her roughly by the chin, mouth hot on hers once more. She bit at his lips, still trying to undress Killian. Killian's hook skimmed over her flushed skin; Emma shivered.

"Hmm, she likes the hook," he said, circling her nipple. "Look at her."

Hook tore his mouth away from hers, watching Killian touch her. "Bloody hell."

She couldn't focus, couldn't think. She leaned back on her elbows, moaning as the other hook slipped between her legs. "Oh," she breathed. "Oh."

"There's a good lass," Hook muttered, watching the metal become coated in her arousal. "So bloody responsive."

"She's sweet," Killian said. "There's no one like her."

Emma barely heard them; all she could feel was the pleasure in her veins, the way they touched her. It felt like every cell was on fire, her core aching to be filled. If one of them didn't take her soon, she might combust from pure want.

"Fuck me," she panted. "Please."

"Who do you want, lass?" Killian asked, his voice rumbling in her ear.

"Hook," she replied, body tingling in anticipation.

"You heard the lass," Hook said, pushing Killian roughly away. "She wants to be fucked by the pirate."

Emma caught Killian's hand before he got too far. "I want you too."

He grinned down at her. "Oh, I know you do, love." He was already stripping, removing the waistcoat and shirt she had unbuttoned. "And you'll get me."

Before she could ask what he meant, Hook turned her over, his hand skimming over her ass. "Fuck, you are beautiful." Abruptly, his hand smacked her ass, hard. The pain stung for a moment, then blossomed into pleasure; Emma let out a surprised moan.

Killian and Hook both groaned, watching the skin turn a delicate shade of pink. Hook spanked her again, and again, until there was a flood between her legs and she was whimpering in pleasure. Hook shucked off his vest and shirt, giving her a few moments to recover. Emma looked up at Killian, whose eyes were burning with lust. He was naked now, his cock jutting out proudly, hard and throbbing. He knelt in front of her, hand in her hair, bringing her mouth to his. They kissed hungrily, Emma pushing herself up a bit on the desk.

"Such a dirty girl, Swan," he muttered against her lips.

"You fucking love it," she shot back, nails scratching his scruff. Her breathing hitched when she felt Hook's cock press into the crease of her ass, sliding down to her slick core.

"She's so fucking wet," Hook snarled, hips rutting into hers. "Gonna feel so good around me."

"So quit talking and just fuck me," Emma demanded.

Hook spanked her one last time then plunged inside her, not pausing for her to adjust to his girth. He was like her Killian but rougher, more desperate. God help her, she liked it, the hard plunges, the way his balls slapped her clit. She cried out, almost wishing this wasn't a dream so she could feel it in the morning.

"Suck the ponce's cock," Hook said, squeezing her hip. "Now."

Emma reached for Killian blindly; he obliged her, brushing her hair back with his hand, holding it away from her face. The desk was just tall enough that she didn't have to stretch, her fingers uncurling from the wood to wrap around him. He bucked into her touch, hissing in pleasure. She stroked him, her movements jerky as Hook continued to fuck her, burying himself deep inside her over and over again.

Emma's tongue darted out to lick the tip of Killian's cock, lapping at the leaking precum. He was painfully hard, red, throbbing, pulsing in her hand. He stepped closer, almost shoving it in her face, his body tense with need. She opened her mouth and took him in, sucking as best she could from her prone position. Killian groaned appreciatively, gently thrusting into her mouth.

"So bloody hot," Killian whispered, massaging her scalp. "Gods, I love when you suck me, Swan."

Hook gave her a particularly hard thrust of his hips, his fingers digging into her skin. She mewled, the vibrations making Killian hiss. She'd never felt like this, like her muscles would melt right off her bones, so utterly wanton and used.

God, she loved it.

She was so lost in the sensations that she jerked violently when Hook's fingers pinched her clit roughly. Suddenly all she could feel was sharp knot at the apex of her thighs, the need for release. She moaned around Killian's cock, hips thrusting back of their own accord.

Killian cried out hoarsely, hips jerking as he spilled himself down her throat. Emma pulled back, gasping for air, clawing at the desk. "Let go," Killian said softly. "Let go, love."

Hook's thrusts shifted and then she was coming, coming hard, screaming incoherently. He plunged in her one, twice, grunting as he followed, her walls milking him dry.

"Bloody fuck," Hook cursed, hips still rutting lightly. Emma shivered with aftershocks, body drenched in sweat. She whimpered when Hook collapsed back into the chair, leaving her feeling empty.

Killian kissed her brow tenderly, pulling her damp hair off her back. He helped her up, carrying her to the narrow bunk. Emma nuzzled his chest, almost purring in contentment.

"Swan..." he said warningly.

"Hmmm?"

"Again?"

"In a little while. You're warm."

He chuckled, laying her down. She grabbed his hand, insisting her join her. She saw Hook watching them curiously, trying to tame his wild sex hair. She smirked at him over Killian's shoulder, secretly hoping that her dream would last long enough for round two.

Once her heart returned to normal, she refocused on the man in front of her. The scar on his cheek, the flecks in his eyes, the kissable lips. He was so handsome, it sometimes hurt to look at him. She constantly wondered what she'd done to win his love. His devotion. After being let down so many times, it was almost a miracle that someone like him existed.

"What?" he asked, hook resting on her hip.

"Nothing."

"I can see you thinking, lass."

Her hands skimmed up his chest. "Kinda tired of thinking," she admitted. "Feeling's much better." He was the one thing she didn't have to think about because he was always there, always solid. He was hers, wholly and completely. She cradled his face in her hands and kissed him, long and slow, just savoring the feel of his lips on hers. She knew Hook was still watching them; it sent a thrill down her spine.

If he was going to watch, then she'd give him something to see.

"Emma," Killian gasped, forehead pressed to hers.

"Just love me," she whispered back, kissing him. Her skin was already starting to warm, her body coming back to life. With Hook everything had been need and passion; Killian would be a slower build but no less intense.

Killian groaned, rolling her onto her back. He settled between her thighs, his weight pressing her into the bunk. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him languidly, angling her head to give him access to her neck. His chest hair teased her nipples, stiffening them; Emma arched with a soft moan. Killian's lips trailed down her neck, over her collar, sucking a mark into her skin.

Her head sank deeper into the pillow; she chanced a glance back at their observer. Hook's eyes were black, his mouth slightly open. He'd ditched his leather pants, legs splayed so she could see him lightly stroking his hardening cock. Emma bit her lip, another wave of desire pooling in her stomach. She squirmed under Killian, hips seeking friction.

Killian mouthed one breast, flicking the other with his fingers. She sucked in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering closed.

"Keep your eyes open," Hook ordered from his chair.

Emma moaned, his guttural tone doing wicked things to her. Somehow she managed to open her eyes, locking them with his. He burned her with a look and she wet her lips. Killian's mouth kept teasing her, moving lower and lower down her body. He hooked his arms under her knees and yanked her down the bunk, until her ass was sitting right on the edge. Emma yelped in surprise, wondering what he was up to.

Her yell melted into a long loud moan as Killian licked at her swollen core, sucking lightly on her clit. "Oh yes," she breathed, reaching down to grip his hair. Her hips rocked up into his mouth, wanting him to devour her.

"Fuck," Hook bit out, his voice strained with barely restrained need. Wood squealed as he stood abruptly, stalking over to the bunk. Emma's gaze trailed up his body, identical to Killian's, every mark, every scar. She reached out for him, catching his hand, bringing his fingers to her lips. She licked and sucked at them, relishing the way his eyes rolled back in his head. Seems he liked that too.

"Bloody minx," he growled, the metal of his hook resting on her trembling stomach.

Killian slid two fingers inside her, the squelching sound echoing in the cabin. "Do you want to come like this, Emma?" he said, adding a third finger. "Drenching my fingers?"

Her orgasm was already so close; it felt like she would burst. "Mouth too," she hissed, needing everything he could give her. Both men groaned low in their throats, Killian lowering himself back to her clit. He kissed it, sucking it between his teeth. The world around her went white, mouth open in a silent scream as she came again, walls clamping on his fingers.

He gently stroked her back down, leaving a parting kiss on the inside of her thigh.

"You are glorious," he murmured into her skin.

She hummed lazily, stretching her hands above her head. She heard Hook's sharp inhale of breath as she stretched and she glanced over at him. He was rigid, staring at her hungrily. By any laws of physics, she should be exhausted, spent, but all she felt was pleasantly buzzed. Ah, the fortunes of a dream.

She reached over and took Hook's cock in her hand, running the length of it. "Do you want me, Captain?"

Hook nodded silently, hips rutting into her hand.

"It's my turn," Killian complained, straightening up, his own cock more than ready.

"Play nice," Emma admonished, running her foot over the V of Killian's hips. "No reason you can't both play."

Hook hissed. "You would do that?"

Christ, it was so dirty, so forbidden. But this was a dream, one she could indulge in any way she wanted. Slowly, she nodded. She sat up, reaching for the necklace again, dragging his mouth down to hers. The kiss was rough, needy, her heart already starting to beat faster, feeling just how badly they wanted her.

Hook pulled her off the bunk, his hand and hook sliding under her ass. Killian was already moving, flopping down on the thin mattress, hand wrapped around his cock, watching as she kissed Hook deeply. Killian whined, his hook catching her wrist. Emma laughed, knowing how impatient he could be. She pushed Hook away, turning to climb back into the bunk.

Killian's arms were around her in an instant, lips on hers as if he were trying to kiss his double away. Hook grumbled and fumbled for something; in a minute, Emma felt him behind her, hand smoothing over her ass cheek. She shivered, knowing what he wanted. Of course Captain Hook would want her there.

Gently, she pressed Killian down to the mattress, kissing him slowly. He stroked her back, helping her relax deeper into his hold. She spread her knees wider apart, Killian's cock brushing her sodden flesh, making them both groan. Emma shivered as the cool oil struck her flesh, slipping down along the crease of her ass. Hook held her steady as his finger circled her puckered hole, working to get her good and slippery.

Emma moaned, her back arching. Killian rutted up into her, rubbing her clit with the ridge of his cock. "There's a good girl," he whispered in her ear. "We've got you, love."

She nodded, a tiny gasp escaping as Hook's finger slipped inside. More oil had him moving faster, easing into her, opening her up. Gradually, he added a second finger, scissoring them, preparing her.

"So tight, lass," Hook said, stroking the base of her spine with his hook. "Fuck."

"Emma?" Killian whispered, kissing her cheek.

"Best take her," Hook advised. "Loosen her up a bit."

Killian threw Hook a dirty look before turning his attention back to Emma. "Love?"

"Yes," she breathed, kissing his lips. "I want this. You."

Killian let out a shuddering breath, reaching down between them. Emma lifted her hips, Hook moving with her, letting out a soft cry as Killian slid home. It felt strange at first, but soon she was relishing the thick drag along her walls, the way Killian stretched her.

"Oh fuck," she breathed, bouncing faster in Killian's lap. "So good."

Hook continued to play with her ass, inserting a third finger. "Fuck, I need to have you," he panted, knees knocking the bunk.

Emma nodded again. Killian pulled her down with him, hips still bouncing against his. He kissed her, hand wound in her hair, distracting her as Hook stilled them long enough to press the head of his cock inside. Emma inhaled, her body still. Killian found her clit, stroking her, a frisson of pleasure calming her. She felt more oil, Hook thrusting lightly, a little deeper each time, slowly so as to not overwhelm her.

"Oh god," Emma gasped, once they were both fully seated inside her. "Oh god, oh god, oh god."

"Too much?" Killian asked.

"No, just...just don't stop," she panted. She was stretched to the limit, but she relished the burn. Feeling them moving inside her was incredible.

It took them some time to find a rhythm, Emma swaying between them, clutching at Killian, their moans and sighs echoing in the cabin. The slow pace increased, Hook's thrusts getting rougher, more insistent.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight, love," he growled into her ear. "Feels so good."

"Aye," Killian agreed, raining kisses on her face. "So good, Emma."

"I need to come," she hissed, her clit aching. "Please."

Killian reached between them again, finding her clit easily. He rubbed the slippery nub furiously and she exploded, a wail clawing her throat, body taut and trembling. Her orgasm triggered theirs, low grunts reaching her ears as they pulsed inside her.

Emma collapsed against Killian's chest, finally spent. He kissed her hair, whispering endearments, but she wasn't paying attention. She made a tiny whimper as they slipped out of her; she ached in a way she never had before. But it was a good ache.

Gently as he could, Killian eased her off him and onto the mattress. He cleaned her up, ruing the stained sheets. But they could be cleaned. The night had been worth it, to see his Swan lost in such ecstasy. Once he was sure she was asleep, Killian plucked the crystal out of his jacket pocket, muttering the incantation he'd been given. There was a flash of light and his wayward double was gone.

He straightened the cabin, not bothering to dress. Every once in a while, he glanced at Emma, watching her peaceful slumber. She thought it was a dream, he was certain. Killian had planned their evening very carefully. If she grew curious and asked, he'd tell her the truth. Seeing her reaction to his past self in the Enchanted Forest had intrigued him once he got past his own jealousy. But in their time together, she made it clear she loved everything he was. The man and the pirate. So why not give her both?

He smiled fondly at her, brushing some hair back from her face. He simply adored her. He would give her whatever she wanted.

Killian climbed into the narrow bunk, pulling the blanket up over them. Emma stirred, resting her head on his chest. "Sleep, my love," he murmured quietly.