The week goes by too fast. The crew was astounded to find that not only the ship was full of fresh and tasty food out of nowhere, but that during that week there have been no attacks towards them. Hook warned them to not provoke the Lost Boys and it turned out Pan kept his word.

Which would mean that making another deal is now a temptation.

Hook shivers. A small part of him hoped that Pan hadn't fulfilled his end of the bargain. It would probably be easier that way…

Harold and Farrell probably wouldn't agree, he thinks with chagrin, remembering how they buried them just a few days before Killian offered the first deal.

He takes a good sip of his rum thinking that he needs to find Pan again soon.

He convinces himself to meet the demon two days after the week is over. He believes he can afford getting a little more drunk this time, but he'd prefer to not learn where his limit lies the hard way.

Eventually, he thinks.

He walks to the same clearing and sits down on the same rock. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them seconds later Pan is there, smiling widely at him.

"Hello, Killian."

Killian winces. The demon insists on using his name now and then, even though he knows he's the only one who calls him like that nowadays. He knows very well who was the last person to say his name.

"I didn't think formalities were your type." His voice comes out slow and slurry.

Good. The alcohol is doing its job.

"Straight to the point, are you? I don't blame you. You must be in great need..."

Killian swallows hard. Just get on with it.

Pan smiles lazily and lets his body fall back. Immediately vines appear behind him and create a hammock on which he sits, crossing his legs and putting his hands behind his head.

"Strip," he says.

Hook obeys, throwing his shoulders back to help take the coat off, which is dropped unceremoniously on the ground.

"Slower," Pan says emphatically. "No need to rush."

Hook gives him a glare but keeps on. With his one hand, he unbuttons his vest slowly, then takes it off and throws it on the fallen coat. Then it's the shirt. The buttons are already undone, so he simply tucks the fabric out of his trousers and pulls it over his shoulders, eyes never leaving Pan's. Pan himself makes sure to look in his eyes at moments.

With the shirt off Killian feels a little more exposed. It's not that hot for him to not need it, and now all of his scars will be out for Pan to see. He throws the shirt on the pile with the rest of his clothes.

"Wait and come here," Pan says, leaning forward a little.

Killian walks slowly towards him, feeling cold sweat running down his spine. He looks at Pan's face as the little demon surveys every scar he can see on his torso, eyes drifting here and there as if reading a book.

"Turn around."

Bloody hell.

He turns, and he feels his stomach twist at the sound of Pan whistling in wonder. He allows himself to wince when cold fingers touch his skin, tracing the long scars up and down. Some older, some more recent, he takes time exploring them - but not with the soft and generous touch like Milah did.

"So many stories on your skin…" Pan says as his hand now traces up and down his back in a lazy rhythm. Pan shifts closer, and Killian shivers when his hot breath reaches his ear. "I'd love to make my own story on it."

Really? He honestly thought Pan was beyond whipping.

Pan sits down on his hammock again. "Go back and continue."

Hook takes off his boots and the rest of his clothes, slowly as Pan suggested. When he's done, Pan looks at the brace holding the hook in place. He nods towards it.

"I'd like to keep it on," Hook says.

"I don't."

Hook scrunches his eyebrows. He's grown used to get naked in front of other men, being a sailor and living on a ship and all that, but this brace protects what little there is that he wants to protect. Pan is still looking at him, eyes knowing and malicious.

Hook swallows his sigh and removes his brace. Pan stares for a while at the scarred stump before he looks back into his eyes. "Get on your knees."

He does, his breath suddenly going faster at not knowing what to expect now. All the orders went out one by one, what will that demon ask of him next?

Pan smiles widely. "Jerk off."

"What?" he says before thinking.

"Take your cock in your hand and jerk off for me."

"Are you serious? Is that all?"

Pan shrugs innocently. "Perhaps."

Killian thinks that he's not really in a position to question Pan's motives, and that he should take advantage of whatever freedom Pan gives him. He spits at his hand, takes himself in it and starts rubbing.

"Mmhmm," Pan says softly, eyes half closed.

Killian starts panting as he grows hard, a wave of pleasure reaching his belly and he closes his eyes. He hates it, that he's in such a position with Pan watching him, but if it means his and his crew's safety and above all, survival…

Pan moans softly where he is, and Hook opens his eyes. He's still sitting back on his hammock, watching him with interest, eyes glowing and a dark, lazy smile on his lips. He closes his eyes again and focuses on himself, hopefully that will be enough for Pan.

He could admit that it's almost scaring him, the fact that Pan is not doing a thing while Killian is pleasuring himself at his command, but he manages to stay hard and keep going. He's breathing hard and moans escape him occasionally and he hopes no-one is around to listen.

He tries to shove away any thoughts, any images that may make him harder, just focuses on his strokes and pleasuring himself the way he only knows.

Pan hasn't moved or made a sound since the beginning, and even though there's a small, looming trace of fear, Killian keeps going, and going, heart and breathing going increasingly faster until he comes, his cock spurting cum out in front of him, almost reaching the ground above where Pan is resting.

With a heavy sigh, he lets go of his cock. That was probably the easy part, he thinks.

"Again," Pan says, and Hook obeys.

He comes faster this time, eyes closing as he spills. He hopes Pan's plan isn't to make him fuck himself to exhaustion.

"Again," Pan says with more force, confirming Hook's fears. He grabs his cock and starts rubbing again.

After some time, he hears Pan speak again. "Oh, yes." He opens his eyes to see him stand up from his hammock and walk to him. "Keep going," Pan says and kneels down in front of him. Hook tries to concentrate on rubbing, rubbing, but Pan's hands caressing his chest up and down distract him from… well, the matter at hand. He can't close his eyes now with the demon so dangerously close, he needs to be aware of everything that's happening and the alcohol and the tiredness are already numbing his mind at places.

Pan's hands travel up his torso, to his shoulders and then at his hair, rubbing softly everywhere they land. He raises a little and leaves a short kiss on his lips before he stands up and walks behind him.

"Don't stop," he says and Hook hears him sit down. He tries to prepare himself, listens as Pan spits at his hand and then rubs his own cock. Pan lets out a heavy sigh, then grabs Killian's hips gently and pulls him a little up.

It's alright, he's in control, he knows what's about to happen…

Pan raises a little with him, resting his head behind Killian's, his breath heavy and hot on Killian's neck. He kisses his neck softly and enters him.

Killian is surprised to find that the moan coming out of his mouth is one of pleasure, not pain or shock. He knows he'll hate himself for it, he's already starting to feel that way, but for now he allows himself to believe that he wants it, that he's chosen it. So he pushes down on Pan's cock as his hand keeps going to bring himself to ecstasy again.

Pan himself moans hard behind him. He brings his body close to the other man's back and hugs his torso, hands going up and down, toying with his nipples and his chest hair, before his right one goes down to assist Hook. Hook gasps when the other hand touches him, softly, gently, knowingly, as if they've done it a million times before. It's wet with an oily liquid, making the sensation even stronger. Hook pants even harder and his hand goes slack on his own cock as he focuses on grinding down on Pan's cock.

"No, don't stop," Pan orders with a low voice. "I'm just assisting."

His hand wraps hard on his cock and he continues rubbing, the liquid now making it feel even better. Eventually, they coordinate the strokes with the thrusts, both moaning loudly.

"I'm coming," Killian pants. "Almost there."

Pan starts thrusting faster, making the feeling in Killian's lower belly even stronger.

After a long, deep groan, Killian comes, spurting cum on his and Pan's hands. Killian sighs, letting his head fall back to rest on Pan's head, tiredness making his limbs feel as heavy as lead.

"Again," Pan breathes in his ear.

"Pan," Hook pants breathlessly. His eyes almost close on their own volition, his body half-slack following the demon's thrusts.

"Again," Pan says, a trace of anger in his voice.

With a heavy heart, Hook grabs his cock again and rubs, his moves now slower, slacker, but Pan follows him with his hand nevertheless, his thrusts having gone harder and faster.

It is then, in the mix of tiredness and drunkenness that he truly wonders how much in control he is.

They keep going, Hook's thoughts keeping him from collapsing in exhaustion more than the demon thrusting inside him. He wonders if it would be easier to stay awake if Pan was actually hurting him. Pain has kept him awake so often in his life that he's grown accustomed to it. Now he thinks he might actually give in.

Which would make him a mindless doll, being fucked without any consideration by a bloody demon.

He stays awake, his hand almost shaking around his cock when he comes, Pan finishing at the same time inside him. They collapse against each other, feeling each other's erratic heartbeat against their skin. The air now smells only of sweat and cum, and nothing is heard but their heavy breathing.

Finally, Pan lets him go. He pulls off and stands up, and Killian hunches forward, supporting himself on his hand.

"Ten days," Pan says breathlessly, "of provisions and cease-fire." He walks in front of Killian, and puts a finger under his chin to force him to look at him. "And if you want to… we can repeat that before the ten days are over. You know how to find me."

And then Pan disappears. Killian's head falls and he stays hunched forward, struggling to gather a bit of energy to get dressed and walk back to the ship. He knows there's a spring nearby, perhaps he can wash up before he dresses…

Provided he even makes it to the spring before sleep claims him.

Note: I actually went out and researched about male masturbation for this? I don't know how much sense it makes as a whole, I hope you had fun. Also I am very proud of the "matter at hand" joke.