After a wonderful night on the Jolly Roger with his wife, sons and extended family, Killian discovers an old friend has more serious problems to deal with!
The Jolly Roger - the following morning
Ruby was the first to wake, as usual.
She was always an early riser, no doubt the wolf side of her seeking safety from any dawn predator in the forest in the early light. It took a moment or two to familiarize herself with her surroundings, realizing she wasn't in their flat above the diner. They were on Killian's ship, in the magically-enlarged Captain's Quarters. She and Rosie had slept on board a number of times already, including when they'd travelled with him and Rosie to attend Elsa and John's wedding in Arendelle, some months ago. But it was only the third time they'd slept in his own room. In his bed.
She loved the huge bedroom with its ornate rosewood panelling, leather furniture and large, ever so comfortable four-poster bed. Rosie had told her that the room, and the two alongside, had been magically created nearly two years ago by her father, Merlin, to provide extra comfort for his daughter's travels with the Captain. The room defied logic, as its proportions were completely different to the view from outside. It seemed to be the width of the ship!
As she smelled the familiar, warm honeyed scent of her naked lover in front of her, Ruby smiled to herself as the woman of her dreams, now waking, rolled over to face her. Dorothy's slightly fuller breasts slapped gently against her smaller, though recently more sensitive ones, as she finished turning and their tummies rubbed together. "Morning, Wolfie," moaned the sleepy hero of Oz, just before Ruby gave her a small peck on the lips, her right arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. Ruby froze momentarily, when she felt the warmth of another soft body snuggle itself into her back. "Morning," whispered Rosie, As the other naked woman behind her dropped a kiss on her shoulder. It's then she remembered how they'd just spent the night. Then Dorothy seemed to push her head forward to meet the other woman's lips over Ruby's shoulder.
"Morning..." Rosie whispered. "You sleep okay?"
"Like a log, thanks. I think the rocking of the boat helps."
That's when the three of them heard that deeper, familiar male voice. "It's not a boat, It's a ship, love! How many more times?"
"Oh, don't start..." Rosie, sniggered, used to this particular topic.
Ruby twisted her head around to see Killian, tightly pressed into the back of his wife, who in turn was pressed into her. "That was a lovely night," said Dorothy. "I'm surprised we didn't wake the boys!"
"No, Rosie always places a silencing spell on the room when we're about to get frisky. She's a bit of a screamer, as you heard for yourself!" That brought giggles from the other pair.
"Oi!" Rosie jabbed her elbow into him. "I don't remember any of you being particularly quiet!" Killian then pushed himself tight against his wife's back, which pushed her into Ruby, in turn pushing her into Dorothy, all four squeezed together contented. Until...
"Mmm, this feels lovely. Warm as toast!" said the wolf, comfortable in the middle. "In fact, Killian, do you think you could get up and make a pregnant woman a lovely mug of tea and toast?" She almost groaned the words. "Robin said it's better than coffee in my condition."
"Get up? I'm not sure I can even walk, love. You three nearly killed me last night."
"Pleeeaaaaase?" She turned, pout now in full force, Dorothy doing the same thing over her shoulder.
"Please, darling?" Rosie added, for good measure. "Tea, toast and butter all round?"
He smiled, enjoying the attention from all three of them, but not quite ready to yield. "What is this, three against one? You've already defiled my delicate flower of a body, and now you want to turn me into a galley slave?"
"Defiled? Delicate flower? This is MY Killian Jones we're talking about? Captain Hook, former scourge of the high seas? Deflowerer of maidens in all the ports?" Rosie sarked, making the others titter.
"To be fair love, my deflowering reputation was much exaggerated, and perhaps on occasion one maiden at a time, not three! I ache all over. Not sure I can even move my jaw properly."
"Something a lovely mug of tea would help with, my darling!" Rosie. "Killy, please? Pleeeaassee?" She pleaded as the former pirate rolling his eyes in exasperation, the others continuing to laugh.
"All right, all right, I'm going!" He groaned, reluctantly sliding out from under the covers. "You three try to behave yourselves, until I come back!" Even he saw the funny side. That ruddy woman had him wrapped around her little finger, but he'd never been happier. Smiling at the sight of them all snuggled under the sheets, he yawned, stretched and reached into a drawer for fresh underwear. God, he was tired. But it was so, so worth it! As he put on a pair of boxers, staying topless, he then ambled out of the cabin.
Rosie peeled herself away from Ruby, lying on her back. "Last night..." she grinned, "Did that really happen?"
Ruby rolled back too, staring up at the wood-beamed ceiling. "Seems so. Never done anything like that before!"
"Fun though, wasn't it?' added Dorothy. "And your man's quite the…enthusiastic lover, Rosie. You lucky girl."
~oOo~
The previous afternoon, the two couples and their sons had met for lunch together on the Jolly, as it lay berthed at the remote end of the docks. They'd played with their toddlers and later, as Mike was managing the diner for the weekend, Ruby and Dorothy had agreed to go out with them for a three-hour sail in the gentle breeze, returning just before sunset. Killian had thanked the skeleton crew, sending them off to their homes, and the four of them held lunch with the boys, The Lucas family had originally intended to go home late. However, last night turned out to be very different!
The four of them had shared their bedroom twice before. The first time, just under a month ago, with the agreed intention of Killian inseminating Ruby, who wished to carry their next child, as Dorothy had previously. Knowing how it happened the first time, it had been Rosie's suggestion to try the natural method again. Partly because of the alcohol, but as she admitted to Killian, also because she was very attracted to the couple, and it would give her and Dorothy, in her mind, a small part in the creation of Ruby's baby. It had been a weird evening. After several shared bottles of wine and funny stories about their earlier love lives, Dorothy and Rosie had sat, almost like spectators at a sleazy nightclub, on a sofa close by, as they watched their partners kiss, fondle and gently relax into each other, before the essential act. Seeing Ruby giving Killian a firm, assured, blow job had aroused Dorothy far more than she imagined, and as she tore her eyes away from the lustful sight, she gasped as she saw Rosie looking similarly heated, also admiring the view. So much so, she even had her right hand pressed against the crotch of her jeans! Hearing the gasp, the redhead turned to see the Oz hero looking right back at her, cheeks blazing and starting to reach under her own skirt to do the same thing!
"Hot, right?" she breathed, earning a tiny embarrassed nod from the other, as Ruby now moved onto her back for Killian to ride her. Within seconds her powerful thighs parted as he mounted, her lower limbs wrapping around the back of his legs as they got comfortable. As he entered her slowly, the blissful groan from both of them sent tremors through the women sitting on the sofa close by, as they massaged themselves. Looking back at each other, Rosie and Dorothy shared a brief nod, acknowledging what they wanted, before Rosie leaned over and slammed her mouth hard against Dorothy's, the other offering no resistance. Within moments, tongues were massaging mouths and hands reached out to pull each other close. Arms hauled each other together and as Rosie's hand slid steadily up the other woman's skirt, Dorothy's resulting moan brought Ruby out of her own little world, to see her wife being intimately massaged by another, as her fingers worked their way into the jeans of her partner. "Oh…god! You two are seriously…wow!" The next hour flew by, although Killian and Ruby's focus was very much on each other, remembering the main purpose of their fun together. When they finally finished, Killian having come inside her several times, the pair were joined by their partners, moving to lie either side of them. There was an embarrassment in the air but…something else too. Rosie was the first to mention it. "I know why we agreed to do this but…did you both enjoy that as much as I did?" The laughter that followed relaxed them, all agreeing that they'd not only enjoyed themselves, but that they should do it again within a matter of days, to catch Ruby during her most fertile time of her cycle. It may have been sex, but it was sex for a good cause, and they might as well all enjoy themselves!
And so it was that, two nights later, not only did Killian and Ruby copulate more earnestly, more enthusiastically, without a hint of embarrassment. But Dorothy and Rosie fucked right beside them! After they'd all finished, they gone on to focus on their own spouses, reaffirming their love.
That was almost a month ago. They'd been successful; and three weeks later, while Killian was still travelling back from DunBroch, the women discovered, to her great joy, that Ruby was pregnant. She would, provided the pregnancy went smoothly, give Nathaniel, and Liam, a little brother or sister in just over eight months' time!
Prior to his leaving for the trip to DunBroch, the two couples grew even closer, with more evenings being spent in each other's company, then not. So much so, that Killian had several times walked in on Rosie draped across the other women's laps as they watched TV, and even exchanging the odd kiss or two! Ruby was also content to see her wife cuddling up with the former pirate, the father of their child. Somewhere along the line, feelings changed. Dorothy, often the most serious of the four, was the first to articulate their unusual situation, telling them she willingly gave permission for Ruby to be intimate with Killian, or Rosie, without her being there, provided everyone was truly honest with one other. Rosie, touched by her trust, said she also gave consent for either of them to be with Killian. Oddly enough, Killian was the last of the four to comment, not quite believing what he was hearing. Of course, he acquiesced, willingly. Well, who wouldn't?
After he returned from taking Neal to DunBroch, Killian was overjoyed to be told he was to be a father for the third time. On his return, as he hugged the mother-to-be, he could see just how much closer Rosie had become with the other women. Very close. So much so, that he was told that his own wife had been spotted by Emma, of all people, making out with Dorothy behind a tree.
Clearly, word of their unusual friendship was starting to get out!
~oOo~
As Killian now stood in the galley of his ship, making a large pot of tea, and waiting for the first rounds of toast from the grill, he tried to remove the smug grin he wore, as his mind went back to what happened last night.
Having secured the ship, the couples had had a light supper, followed by drinks. And more drinks. It was after Dorothy mentioned they had a couple of days off, with their new co-owner looking after things, that Rosie persuaded the Lucas's to stay over in one of the guest cabins. So, with their boys in bed, they relaxed and settled on deck, to have even more drinks in the moonlight. It was a lovely evening. As light conversation shifted to recent events, Ruby chuckled as Killian poked fun at, and teased the other two, for being caught by the Saviour.
"He's right, babe..." Ruby arched a brow , smirking. "Perhaps doing that in the Rabbit Hole, probably wasn't the best idea?"
"'In the Rabbit Hole'? Is that some sort of euphemism?" joked Killian, earning a swipe from Rosie and laughter from the others.
"Oh, shut up, pirate! We weren't even 'in the Rabbit Hole'. We were at the edge of the woods nearby, as I told you! Behind a tree in the dark, as it happens! Unfortunately, your nosy ex-girlfriend had to go into sheriff mode, didn't she? Besides, we were only having a little kiss and cuddle, weren't we Dot? We weren't harming anyone! Can I help it if you've got a hot wife, Rubes?" She winked at the wolf.
"Guess not. You're right – she is hot! But I also guess we need to be a bit more discreet in future? Perhaps somewhere we're not overlooked?" The couple exchanged heated glances, Dorothy instantly picking up on the fact her wife's pupils were blown. "Like a pirate ship?" A silence hung in the air, as the other pair picked up on her meaning. The mere fact that their first sexual forays were meant to get Ruby pregnant were now forgotten as they'd enjoyed themselves too much on their two nights together. Ruby slowly stood, before leaning over to peck her wife's lips before, unexpectedly, doing the same thing to Rosie and Killian in turn.
"I'll be in my room – if anyone cares to join me?" The last words delivered more as an invitation.
The following two hours were completely different to the last time they'd all been together. Without needing to get Ruby pregnant, the four of them came together differently, naturally, all now taking the time to share themselves properly with the other three, fully. Instead of an urgency to copulate, it became slower, and…even, yes, romantic. With tenderness. In short, they didn't just have sex. They made love! And all four realized that something had changed.
As he carefully carried the tray into their bedroom, pushing and holding the door open with his foot, the sight that greeted him almost made him drop it. The three women still lay there, naked, but huddled tightly together either side of Ruby, long legs draped over hers as she hugged them into her. Dorothy seemed to whispering something, as Rosie kissed the wolf, the three of them huddled in a little world of their own. As he placed the silver tray on the nearby dresser, he seemed to be oblivious to the trio, who continued with their whispering, kissing and stroking, Rosie's hand now working its way down between the wolf's thighs.
"Tea?" he said softly, garnering no response.
It was a rare and odd feeling for Killian, but right now he felt surplus to requirements. Side-lined. "Ladies?" But they continued. Worse still, Ruby started moaning. It was childish, he knew, considering what the four of them had been doing, just hours ago, but he still felt it. Hurt. Without another word, he silently left the room, the other three still seemingly unaware of his presence.
~oOo~
But of course they were aware. "Shit!" Whispered Dorothy, pulling back after the door closed, having seen him from the corner of her eye. "Ro, I know you said it'd be funny but, I think he's pissed! Stop laughing, Rubes." Rosie and her wife were giggling uncontrollably.
"He…he's fine! I know him too well. He'll know we're just messing with him! I'll get up and say sorry for teasing him soon. Now, who wants tea?" She climbed out of the bed, still unashamedly naked, and the other two women couldn't help but marvel at those beautiful curves.
It was at least half an hour later, when they heard one of their boys crying. "That's Nat!" Said Ruby, getting up to dress. "I'd know it anywhere. I'll go..."
"It's alright, Killian'll probably get him!" Rosie was already, adjusting her skirt from the opposite side of the bed. However, with no sound of movement outside, and the boy continuing to yell, she now heard a second youngster start joining in. "And there goes Liam! Hang on. I'll come with you…"
They stepped outside, walking across to the extended cabin used for the nursery, and collected the children. The mothers hushed and calmed them, before walking back out towards the galley for food. That's when Rose noticed that the gas under the grill was still on, the ext round of bread still waiting to be toasted "Killian?" she yelled up the stairs to the deck. "Liam's up!"
But she heard no response. The wolf now appeared next to her, taking a long sniff of the air as Dorothy came alongside, having dressed. "Nope, I can't smell him. Perhaps the sea breeze is putting him downwind? I'll go up and take a look. Dot, could you take Nat please?"
~oOo~
Unbeknown to them, fifteen minutes earlier Killian had stepped up on deck. When at sea, early morning was always his favourite time of the day, and he loved few things more than the embracing salty breeze. As they were moored, he wasn't surprised to see some of the dawn fishing boats entering the harbour, their morning catch eagerly awaited by the traders, who stood with their baskets by the fish stalls at the shore end of the quay. He smiled at how life, and trade, continued, as it had for centuries, regardless of all the shit that magic, monarchs and others threw at them.
However, as he scanned the horizon, the one thing he didn't expect to see was a familiar figure, hunched, alone, on one of the benches.
Focusing his mind, he allowed his magic to bring his familiar nautical telescope into his palm. Raising it to his eye and looking closer, he could see it was indeed one David Nolan. Prince Charming himself. Not a familiar figure at the docks, the man sat looking glum, as though the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. Before his violent death, he and David were almost friends, and he often wondered what sort of father-in-law the protective man would have made.
Seeing him so burdened, Killian felt inclined to go talk to him, though realized he was standing on deck in just his boxers. Closing his eyes and using the gifts Zeus had bestowed, he focused his magic until a loose fitting black t-shirt, jeans and boots appeared, covering his modesty. He'd practiced using his teleporting skills recently, though decided that startling the other man probably wouldn't be a good idea. So nimbly stepping down the gangplank, he ambled towards the prince's bench. As he got closer it was clear the man was indeed burdened.
"Hello, stranger. Farm missing a sheep?"
David head shot up in surprise. "Hmm? Hook! Um…sorry…Killian! Apologies – force of habit. No offense."
"None taken, mate. You look like you won a battle and lost a war? Something bothering you?"
"No…I'm fine, thanks."
"Well that's clearly bullshit," said the Captain, sitting down next to him. "Have another go?"
David really didn't want to talk about what was on his mind with Emma's former boyfriend. So instead, he used Snow's tactic of changing subject. "Just…life I guess. I hear congratulations are in order? For Ruby and Dorothy? Snow told me you had a hand in it – forgive the pun - once again?"
It took a moment for Killian to realise what he was talking about. "What? Oh, you mean Ruby being pregnant? Me pulling myself off into a tub?"
"Yeah. Though I wouldn't have put it like that! For the record, I think it's very noble of you, Killian, agreeing to help the girls like that by being a sperm donor. Not sure I could have done it myself though. Watching another couple bringing up my kid? Full credit to you!"
Sperm donor? I guess they'll forever think of me that way. "Um…yeah. Well, they are very good mothers."
"And your wife being okay about it! She must be a very special lady indeed. Rosie, isn't it? I've hardly had a chance to meet her properly. An exceptionally beautiful woman. You're a lucky man, Killian Jones!"
"I am. But if you assume I'll be put off that easily, you really don't know me as well as you think! What's wrong, David? Is it something to do with Snow? Or Emma? You know I always keep a confidence."
David sighed loudly, rolling his head back. "No…it's not Emma. Or Snow. She's perfect! A little too perfect and…quite pregnant."
"She's expecting? Well, aren't congratulations in order? You don't seem too thrilled about it!"
"What? No…I am! I love children. It's just…I'm getting older, you know? I wasn't there for Emma when she was growing up. And we almost lost Neal when he first arrived. I guess I'm worried about being there for this one."
"David, those were dark times. Lighten up! We had villains coming at us every other day! And as for Emma, I'm pretty sure she understands why you did what you had to do. But she seems to be happy with quite a large family of her own right now? So what makes you think you can't cope this time?"
It took a while for David to wrestle with his thoughts, wondering if he should say anything. He hadn't even been to see Archie about this!
"I guess this time things are...different. The last time Snow got pregnant, we weren't sharing a heart, for one."
Killian sat considering what he'd just said, before he added: "If I die, at any time, especially while this baby's growing up, Snow does too. Leaving this child, and Neal, without any parents."
"But…" Killian wasn't sure how to deal with this. "That's been the case for a while! Ever since you came back from the Enchanted Forest. You live in more peaceful times now. You don't have evil witches and monsters trying to kill you every five minutes, for one thing! You're surrounded by quite a few people with powerful magic these days. Emma, Regina, hell, even your new son-in-law and most of their children! So why worry now?"
"It's not magic or monsters I'm worried about! It's…me." He almost whispered the last words.
"You? What's wrong with you? You ill or something?"
David's head rose as he looked up into the sky, avoiding his gaze. It was then Killian noticed his eyes were red-rimmed. No David...don't do this?
"Something's…something's not right…below." He dropped his eyes down to his waist. "I've had some pains recently; and I've spotted...a lump. A fair-sized lump. I think," he gulped, taking a breath. "I've been checking things out and...I'm pretty sure I have cancer."
~oOo~