A/N: So, this is probably the last chapter. The fun citrus goodness that everyone loves. Enjoy and to all my lovely reviewers thank you and have tacos!

Chapter Six: Breathless

I had never gone so long without breathing. The only sounds that registered were Pan's soft breathing and the crash of the ocean against the shore.

" Hook?" I looked down at those beautiful, questioning eyes. He looked down. " I'm sorry." The boy sounded completely dejected.

" For what?" I whispered, brushing a strand of hair form his cheek.

He took a shuddering breath. " For telling you that." I garbed his chin a bit to roughly and forced him to look up. " Hook?" His voice quivered with delicious fear.

" I never thought you could feel the same. Why would you? I'm an evil bastard of a pirate." I laughed. " I'm in shock."

He reached up and gently brushed a strand of my hair from my face. " Why?"

I sighed and tried not to let a bitter laugh break free. " No matter how much I change, I am still Captain James Hook, I'm still a pirate."

" I don't care about that!" Pan cried wrenching away. " I…" He looked down, twisting his fingers together. " I know why you were my enemy."

" What?" I said as my eyes went wide.

He smiled and tilted his head to the side. " You were doing it for me. I've known it all along. I may not remember everything, but I remember that you never hated me. I saw it in your eyes. You had so many chances to kill me, but you didn't take them. I never really understood why. I mean I was a little boy who wanted a bad guy to fight, and you were him." His fingers danced along my chin. " Without you I would have become nothing but another lost boy, and I owe everything to you."

He pulled me forward and, almost worshipfully, kissed me. I hugged him and whispered in his ear. " I'm glad you grew up. I'm glad I found you. You, you made my pitiful life complete." His lips pressed frantically against mine and his silken tongue slide past my teeth to duel with my own. His hands wrapped around my neck and pulled me impossibly closer. Peter's thin body arched against me. I could feel every rib under the thin layer of cloth.

He was hard! The realization made me go weak. I pulled away, the need for oxygen burning my lungs. He was still arched against me, fingers dancing down my back and around my waist.

" Pan…" I could barely think let alone speak.

" Hmmm?" he purred, nipping my ear.

I tried to concentrate very hard on forming a coherent sentence and ignore his writhing body. So far I was failing, and horribly. " Pan…"

He looked up and smiled. " Yes?" He nuzzled my neck and smiled.

" I…If we don't stop I can't be held responsible for my actions."

" I know…" peter whispered. He looked up and left me breathless. His blue eyes were hazed and his pale skin was flush. He slide his thin hand down my chest, pausing at each button of my shirt. His slender fingers splayed across my ribs and he looked up expectantly.

" Peter?"

He smiled. " You act like I've never done anything. I've almost did something with a man once…"

" It's not that."

" Than what is it? I know you did stuff on the ships, you had to of."

I nodded. " Of course I did, the seas get lonely, and they were there. You're different. I care about you. Wait…you almost…with a guy. Why almost?"

He looked down and blushed. " It, it was too painful."

I cupped his chin and lifted his head. " When the time comes I will be much more careful."

Peter pulled me down, his tongue dueling with mine. " What if I wanted the time to be now?" he whispered hotly.

" Now?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

He laughed. " Well not now, we'd get sand in places that sand should never be."

I laughed and grabbed his wrist. " I think we should be heading back now." He nodded and followed me as I dragged him back to the rebuilt Lost Boys home.

He collapsed against the soft sheets we had brought back from London. He struggled out of his shirt and abandoned it somewhere around the side of the bed. I crawled over him, careful not to cut him with my hook. That would be unpleasant.

I looked down at him and couldn't help but grin. He was mine. Once and for all the boy was mine. He somehow managed to remove my shirt and jacket, leaving it's fate to the floor. His lean fingers made their way to the edge of my pants and slowly slide the cloth from my legs.

One my ship I was Captain, and those I slept with were just toys. Now, the man withering underneath me was the one person I cared about in my entire life. My pants were gone and I couldn't clearly remember how that had happened.

I slide my tongue along the nape of his neck while fumbling blindly for the bottle of oil I had gotten in London. I was going to make this as painless as possible.

I buried the sharp edge of my hook into the sheets and went about preparing him. It's funny when he was a boy all I did was hurt him and, yet here I am, being ungodly careful. I ran an oil slicked finger over a long scar on his upper thigh. I remember making that wound, he was limping around for days and I had felt terrible.

Slowly I slide into him, inch by agonizing inch, until I was fully sheathed. He mewled and squirmed under me, breaking my resistance down. Noises that I have never heard a human make issued from his throat and my resistance snapped.

I didn't last long, how could I with this beautiful creature under me? I collapsed beside him panting and breathless.

He curled against me, burying his face in the nape of my neck and nipping the flesh there. He was whispering something, but all I could hear was amplified white noise.

" Hook?" he whispered. I smiled and captured his lips. " That was nice." I laughed, exhaustion making me giddy. " I love you." he purred.

His glazed, blue eyes locked with mine and I hesitated for only a second. " Love you too, Pan." He smiled and curled against me. I pulled him close, careful of the hook and closed my eyes.

I Just lay there, listing to the sound of his breathing. My eyes drifted close and, for the first time in my long, and very strange life I felt happy. More than happy, it was bliss. This boy, once my enemy had become a man, my lover. I smiled and slept, briefly wondering if Tink had seen us.

Peter Pan was mine.