A/N: This chapter was written at 5 am one night where my mind begged me to get up from bed, turn on my laptop and start typing. A ton of thanks to killian-whump on Tumblr for taking a look at it!

Pan wastes no time and throws his arms around Hook's neck as soon as he enters the dreadful clearing, kissing him.

"Let's not waste any time," he confirms. "I missed you." He kisses him again, and Hook struggles to kiss him back. "Perhaps we could arrange for more frequent meetings? For less days, but I'll be softer and give you provisions of better quality?"

"No chance in hell," Hook says. Softer?! What is he on about?

Pan hums, narrowing his eyes at Hook. "You know, I can make it rough… very, rough," he says as he tugs at a few locks at the back of Hook's neck.

Hook clenches his jaw. "That wasn't what we agreed."

"But you know that I like playing with things… including rules, and you." Pan looks him straight in the eye, and Hook swallows hard.

"What do you want?" Hook says in a low voice.

"We'll see. Now strip."

He does. Pan doesn't seem to want to enjoy the sight as he did last time, as he gets rid of his own clothing as well, carelessly throwing them on the forest floor.

"You can leave your hook on," Pan says, giving him a wide grin. He steps closer to him, running his fingers through Hook's chest hair, and Hook barely manages to keep a straight face. Pan closes his eyes and reaches up, leaves a soft kiss on Hook's lips, then pulls away and pushes Hook down. Hook lands on his ass with a gasp, his back hitting softly on a tree.

Pan kneels above him, pinning him on the tree with his hands on his chest, and kisses him with tongue, demanding Hook lets him in. Hook winces, keeping his eyes open, and he allows him in. Pan ravages his mouth, tongue sliding everywhere it can as he slowly drags his fingers around Hook's chest.

Pan moans inside his mouth and positions himself so that their genitals touch. Hook winces again, almost pushing Pan's tongue out of his mouth, but instead he grabs an upturned root on one side and sticks his hook to another on his other side, trying to keep his body steady.

Pan moves, slowly rubbing their cocks together, and despite himself Hook moans softly. For one short moment, it actually feels good. But as Pan keeps moving his tongue inside his mouth and rubbing his slowly hardening cock to his, a small fear creeps up in Hook's mind.

He never wanted to be used like this.

Pan groans loudly and pulls his tongue away, resting their foreheads together as he keeps rubbing. The once good feeling is miles away, and Killian can already feel a wave of shame and guilt wash over him as a now very hard cock rubs against his completely flaccid one. Pan breathes deeply against Hook's mouth. Then he pulls away a little and looks at him. Killian's fear intensifies when he sees the wicked elation on Pan's smiling face.

The demon grabs Killian's shoulders and rolls them to the side. Now Pan rests against the tree and Killian is on his knees above him. Pan spreads his legs, closes his eyes and throws his head back.

"Don't make me spell it out for you," he says and sways his hips, making his erection bounce a little.

Hook swallows hard. No need to waste time indeed. He bites his lip and places his arms under Pan's bent knees, trying to keep his breathing steady.

Killian leans in and takes Pan's cock in his mouth. Pan immediately gasps and twitches, thrusting forward at the warm sensation around his cock. It rubs against Killian's teeth and reaches closer to his throat, causing him to choke a little.

Suddenly Pan slaps the top of his head and Killian gasps. "Don't make me pull your teeth out," Pan says. "Cover them with your lips."

There's something even more domineering about the way Pan utters these words.

Hook pulls away, covers his teeth with his lips and takes Pan's length in his mouth again. Pan thrusts forward again and places one hand softly on the back of Killian's head. He moans deeply and moves, sliding his cock deeper down Hook's throat. Hook sticks his fingers and hook into the soft ground beneath them, struggling to keep steady as he moves his head forward. Pan's cock is already too deep in and Hook can barely breathe.

"Ah, yes," Pan mutters and thrusts again, with such strength it's almost violent.

But then again, when was it actually peaceful?

Another violent thrust, and Hook whimpers breathlessly. If Pan aims to bruise Hook's throat, that's probably the way to do it. His fingers and hook bury deeper in the ground as Pan keeps on pushing hard inside his mouth.

By the time Pan places his other hand on Hook's head and starts shivering, Hook is already in tears. Whether it's from pain, from shame, or from fury, he's not really sure. Pan's whole body shakes and he groans loudly before he spills down Hook's throat, finally relaxing against the tree. Hook squeezes his eyes shut, actually fearing to pull away before Pan tells him to.

He first feels then hears Pan laughing softly above him. "You can move, dearest," he says as he brushes his fingers among Hook's hair.

Hook pulls away, wincing at the sound of Pan's cock leaving his mouth and at the taste of his cum. Part of it drools from his probably already bruised lips, so he wipes it away with the back of his hand.

Pan then kicks at Killian's shoulder, pushing him away. Killian's head lands on a small rock and his vision blurs a little, seeing little white spots until it clears and he sees the bright stars in the sky.

He's already memorized those strange constellations, for all the good it'll do him.

The snail creeping out of its shell. The dog's muzzle with an open mouth. The fucked-up Ursa Major.

And the one that looks like a humble house.

He's used Liam's sextant with all of them, desperate to find a way out. To where, he didn't know. His ring wouldn't get him home safe anymore.

The shame and guilt from before now come back at full force. His disgust at what he's turned himself into becomes physical, so he turns to his side and vomits.

"Tsk, tsk. And here I thought you'd learnt to respect every part of me," Pan says, leaning closer to Hook and grabbing his hair. He dips the three middle fingers of his free hand in the pool of Hook's vomit, then lifts them and watches as the disgusting liquid falls in drops from them. "I'll wait for you in three days. If you don't come, I'll wait for four more, but I can promise that'll be the rough choice." Suddenly, he sticks his dirty fingers inside Hook's ass, making him scream. He pulls them out and releases Hook's hair. "Let's say that was a first taste." He says and vanishes.

Hook struggles to catch his breath, too shocked from the sudden penetration of his rectum. He rolls to his other side, trying to avoid the sight and the smell of whatever he just puked. He clenches his hand into a fist and gently pushes it against the center of his chest, wondering if he can truly whore himself like that. But isn't that what he did in the first place? Offer his body to Pan in a desperate attempt to keep himself and his crew safe and sound?

But then, did he really have a choice? He's certain Pan would have taken what he wanted anyway, and at least if Hook had any say in that…

He screams again, this time out of frustration from the terrible dilemma he's put himself in.

A/N: There really is something about what Pan said about removing Hook's teeth. Nothing physically whumpy, of course. I just want you to keep that in mind for some later chapters ;)

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