Hook had just sunk into his luxurious bathtub. Sure, he was on a ship, but a captain has to stay clean somehow, right? How else would he manage to look so dazzling every time anyone laid their eyes on him? The warm water engulfed his body, putting him at ease with situations, for once in his life. Nothing could possibly spoil this glorious moment. That is…unless a certain flying boy decided to give him a visit.
Not more than 5 minutes later, the window to the cabin flew open with as much force as a hurricane traveling through a town. Hook was startled, but deep down part of him knew that this was to be expected. He was never granted peace with anything. It's one of the many prices of being a pirate.
"Hook! We need to talk!" Peter Pan bellowed from his hovering position. Why he didn't land, Hook could not understand. Pan should feel comfortable here, without the need to avoid touching the objects located around the cabin – let alone the floor.
"Hello Peter," the calm and seductive voice of the captain soothed. "What brings you to my neck of the woods? Or, should I say, water?" At this Hook let out a grin, as if to say 'this is earlier than expected'.
"You know what brings me here." Pan sneered. Hook rose his eyebrows in disbelief and confusion, waiting for Peter to expand on his so lax entrance into his chamber. "Wendy. You've branded her." Hook nodded in a way that showed no remorse was felt. "She needed to be taught. Plus, I wanted to see you before our scheduled meeting."
Hook gazed down in the clear water holding his well-formed body, immediately looking back to Pan with a smile spread across his face that would put the Grinch to shame. At this, Pan floated down to the floor, touching as if a feather had fallen from the sky, with a cheeky smile creeping across his face. His smile was not one of goodness, it was one of evil, of conceit, of manipulation, and yet Hook found it the most seductively beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on – with exception to Pan as a whole, that is.
"Should I wait for you to dress yourself?" A cocky remark from Pan, yet he knew it was necessary as a part of what was going on.
Hook shook his head, "What would be the point? Why don't you come join me?" As alluring as he could, he brushed his non-hooked hand over the top of the water. Pan laughed. It was not a pleasant laugh, but instead one of almost-evil. Perhaps that's why Hook was so drawn to him – he enveloped the very thing Hook loved most: evil.
"You know how I feel about water. Besides, I have to get back to meet Wendy to make sure she believes that I took care of you-"
"And when you say 'took care of', what exactly does that mean?" Hook could tell he was implying what he hoped, and that Pan was getting the message.
"Oh I think you know very well what I mean, Captain. But that doesn't mean I can just go wandering back to Wendy with a satisfied grin on my face, sopping wet, without any battle scars – as if you would ever actually wound me."
Hook turned his mouth into an upward-bound crooked line, a thing that Peter has been trying to accomplish successfully since he first met his enemy. "Besides, I also have to go talk to Tink you know. Make sure that things are fine between us, that she still doesn't know anything, that she's still willing to do whatever I ask of her, that she won't try to kill me, the usual."
As Pan was rambling on about his life's activities, Hook had managed to heave himself out of the bathtub and over to his lover. His body, glistening with drops of glorious water – perhaps reminiscence of the tears that lost lust has shed through the years – magnified his body as though he were a god. Pan had turned his back during his speech, turning over his hand to add emphasis to the many things he hoped to accomplish after this activity took place. Hook was having none of this. He grabbed Pan's firm arm, which had gained more muscle since the last time they met, swinging him around as if performing a sacred dance. Before anyone could say anything, Hook mashed his lips to Pan's, creating a peace throughout the entire room of two sides joining as one.
The lips that originally mashed quickly turned into gentle caressing. The soft, warm, luscious lips of Peter Pan fit perfectly with the bristles above Captain Hook's gentle mouth. Pan's shirt was soon removed, as the couple gracefully made their way over to the stingy bed on the other side of the room. It wasn't as much of a bed, as it was of an enlarged window seat though. That didn't appear to be a problem, because now the couple would be able to hold each other closer, releasing their heat onto one another. When clothing began to be removed this was greatly appreciated because the cabin held a slight chill about it.
After Pan's shirt was withdrawn, his shaped abdominal muscles were clear to see, and Hook able to run his hands over the smooth, soft skin that Pan took such astounding care of. "You've been working out." Hook paused the sweet kisses in order to let Pan know his adoration of him was still growing. Pan's smile was able to be felt as their faces began to draw close to each other once more.
"Oh, you know, running around the island keeping everything in order helps build up muscle."
"'Keeping everything in order'?" Their faces were farther away once more, and Hook had a grin on his face that made Pan go crazy. This grin was one of the many reasons why he was so drawn to Hook; it was so smug, and yet it held so much adoration flowing through it as well.
"You know what I mean. Make sure everything's in order in terms of what I need to be in order." Pan began to lay down on Hook's chest, positioning himself in the perfect position to not only hear his heartbeat, but feel the warmness of his breath glide over his hair. In that instant, everything was perfect; Pan was shirtless with the body of an extremely muscular teenager, and Hook was completely naked with his limbs managing to caress Pan even though he still lay under him.
Pan had just started to doze off when a sudden shift brought him back into consciousness.
"Hey, Peter. You know I don't want this to happen, but you should probably get back to Tink and Wendy. You don't want to draw suspicion and I should probably get back to Emma." Hook's gradual shifting was enough to have Pan adjust positions so as to not fall off the bed, but not enough to completely push him over the side of the frame. Soon Pan sighed, recognizing that in order to keep their relationship they had to play an act with everyone around them.
"I don't understand what you see in that bitch."
Hook, being slightly hurt, asked "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. For one, she's always ruining my plans or coming between us. She places herself on too high of importance for her own good. She cares way too much about that child even though she abandoned him, now trying to make up for all the pain he's gone through with not knowing his real mother. She doesn't appreciate what she has and always expects everything to be entitled to her. Need I go on?"
Hook was silent, but he understood. Pan had never liked Emma, and ever since Hook began seeing Pan his feelings of contempt grew with each passing day.
"You know I'd choose you any day…" a slight quaver from Hook's voice arose as he spoke.
Pan exhausted a sigh, gracefully nodding his head in acknowledgment of the truth. "Yeah, I know. I just wish things could not be so difficult."
Hook knew Peter was under an immense deal of stress currently, and he wished he could do something to alleviate Pan's burdens instead of increasing them. Yet Hook knew there was no other way to have things play out while keeping his affection towards Pan in his life.
As Hook was engrossed in his thoughts of his relationship with Pan, Peter had dressed himself. Seeing the newly covered Peter, Hook became conscious of his nudity. Quickly grabbing the blanket near the end of the bed, he draped the lower portion of his body, sitting upright and looking at Pan.
"Oh so now you're self-conscious? You know I won't judge you." Pan had that smirk on his face once more. Why it was so appealing, Hook would never know. Perhaps it was the raise of a single eyebrow that helped induce the seductiveness felt whenever Pan spoke like this. Or perhaps it was dawning more of his evilness, when Pan's meant to be such a respectable model.
Voices calling from above deck shook both men out of their trances of being with one another.
"Hook! Hook! We have a problem!"
Pan sneered at the voice. "Well, this is my cue to go. You may want to look less dubious when your dear love comes down to find you."
As Pan left through the window, Hook became even more conscious of what his current position appeared as. There he sat, completely naked covered only with a single blanket, on his bed without any clothes nearby. Footsteps tromped down the stairs, increasing Hook's fear. But why was he so worried? He knew who it was, and the most probable reasoning for this sudden intrusion. The only conclusion he could fathom was fear of being caught of "confiding with the enemy". Quickly, he cloaked himself with the cloth in his hand and made his way to where his extremely fashionable clothes were placed.
" Hook! We need to talk! It's about-"
Emma couldn't finish her sentence. She was entranced and had never seen Hook with such a small amount of coverings on his body. He shone as though he were a god recently landed from the heavens. She couldn't remember what she was saying, or that she was saying anything at all – all her focus lay on the magnificent creature held before her.
"Oh, Emma," Hook spoke as he turned around to greet the visitor, "what may I do for you today, my dear?"
Still in a trance, Emma had to force herself to regain consciousness of reality once more. "Oh. Umm. I can wait for you to, you know…get dressed."
"And now why would I want to do that while we can talk just fine like this."
There was smugness in his voice, knowing he was going to win this battle.
"Umm, okay then, I guess. Pan has Henry, and we need to go save him. Now." Emma was now fully out of her stupor remembering that she had more important things on her mind than her sexual desires.
Hook knew there was always some problem regarding Henry whenever Peter was involved, but he didn't believe Peter to have Henry at this moment. Wouldn't he have said something? Pan had just been with Wendy, and Henry was left on the beach in hopes of a meager "rescue" that was out for him. Hook was perturbed by a feeling inside him telling him that something more was going on than originally thought.
"How do you know this?" He tried to sound as credulous as he could manage, in hopes that Emma would take this as a mere shock.
"Tinkerbell. She came and warned us of Pan's scheme and that he has Henry. Now come on! Let's go!"
Hook was more confused than ever. Tinkerbell hated Pan, but with almost complete certainty Pan did not currently possess the boy. What was going on?
"Yeah, give me five minutes. I'll come up on deck when I'm ready."
With that, Emma left the cabin leaving Hook to ponder everything he knew.