A/N: Aight guys, not gonna lie, there's practically no plot in this chapter, so if you don't want to read a graphic Panella sex scene, I'd read the chapter title (it'll give you all the information you need to know) and skip to the next chapter, which I've conveniently updated at the same time. =]

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Coercion

Ella let herself dry off on the walk up to her cave, lighting a small fire and sitting by it to pass the time, Hook's words milling about it her head. It was an impossibility surely – to get off the island. They'd both been trying for ten years. And neither of them had found a way yet.

As her band gave a sharp jolt, not exactly painful, but large enough to be intentional, she climbed to her feet, stamping out her fire, and donned her cloak, covering herself from the cool breeze as she travelled the well worn road between her cave and Pan's camp. Climbing up his ladder, she stood in his doorway where he held a band identical to hers in his hand. Putting it away in his desk drawer, he leaned back against it easily.

"No weapons Ella?" He smiled. He knew exactly where she'd been all afternoon, Ella could tell by the smug look on his face. Weapons were pointless now when Pan had magic.

"Would you care to tell me what our dear Captain Hook wanted with you?" Pan looked at her with a tilt to his head, his eyebrow rising as he smiled darkly. Ella had no intentions of telling him what Hook and her were planning, but when she refused to respond, Pan began to walk across the room. She tried to avoid him, changing walls relatively smoothly and quickly. But somehow, Ella still found herself trapped between the wood of Pan's tree house wall and his body that was closing in.

"Ella," Pan breathed, so very closely to her lips. "There are certain, more pleasant ways for me to get the information from you."

"I'd prefer you to just order the answers from me," she bit back.

"But that's not any fun E," he said with a smirk.

"Pan," she half pleaded before she actually realised why he'd called her now. He'd felt the electrical pulses that the slave ring had given off earlier – he knew Hook had touched her…barely. And now…he could make it easier and just order her; he'd done it before. But as Pan said, it wasn't any fun.

And he loved to have fun.

When Ella stopped making protestations, lost in thought, Pan began to kiss her, pressing his lips firmly upon hers. He took advantage of her open mouthed surprise, slipping his tongue in without any resistance. She didn't mind fighting him for dominance as he pulled his right hand up her body to push back her hood and thread his fingers through her glossy black hair, pulling her to him tightly, his left hand gripping her hip forcefully.

Pan was pushing at the folds of her shirt, skirting across the skin lightly making his way up her stomach. Ella couldn't help the moan that escaped her as Pan massaged along the flesh beneath her ribs. His body shook as a chuckle escaped his lips.

"You think it's been so long that I don't remember what you like?" Pan murmured into her jaw.

Ella stopped him from talking by pulling his back to her lips. If this was all it took to get out of telling Pan her escape plans, she would get over her disgust with herself tomorrow. But if she was going through with this, she wasn't going to have him giving snide comments every ten seconds. Untying her cloak and scarf she let them fall to the ground before she began to push her body back against Pan. As he pulled her shirt over her head, a smirk graced his face.

"It's been a while since I saw you in that Ella," Pan's eyes roamed her body as she tried to push his eyes away and back up to her face. The twisted black material wrapped around her chest trapped her breasts tightly, his fingers playing with the frayed edges of the material.

"Stop talking," Ella ordered, her hands moving to his belt swiftly.

"I give the orders sla-"

Ella crushed her lips to his again. She didn't need to be reminded that she was a slave. So she tried as hard as she could to push Pan's clothes from his body, taking the control she knew was elusive. The moment his chest was bared to her, he pulled her forward by the waist until their warm bodies were flush against each other. Pan's lips began to attack the skin along her neck, bringing his teeth into her soft flesh and making her gasp as he bit her. He soothed the flesh with his tongue and she let out another moan.

"Enough," she breathed as he pushed her closer into the wooden wall and pressed his hips into hers, stating dangerously with a flash in his dark eyes, "I say when it's enough."

Ella looked into his eyes and said with a small smile, a sense of defeatedness swelling through her that she tried hard to fight, saying, "Sure Pan."

She'd pushed him backwards within a second. He may carry magic, but she had the physical strength that was able to keep him walking towards the bed. Pan's knees buckled on the edge of the mattress, forcing him into a sitting position as Ella climbed on top of him. The smirk hadn't left his face as he commented, "I love it when you're like this."

His hands made quick work of the knots at her spine, the layers of twisted material falling lightly to the floor as he began to kiss up her stomach towards her bare breasts. But it was too tender; too soft, and Ella simply pushed him onto his back and began to make quick work of his pants, undoing the ties and sliding them down his legs. Pan's laughing smile was simply making her more adamant to leave him there; leave him wanting.

But now that they'd come this far even she couldn't deny the throbbing in between her legs that Pan seemed be eager to increase, untying her pants swiftly and pushing her underpants aside. She gasped as his fingers invaded her, delving between her folds with an easy familiarity that had her grinding down upon his fingers needily.

"Just-"

"Shh Ella," Pan said, leaning upwards as she began to whimper with pleasure. "We're not done yet."

He slipped his fingers out of her and she groaned, pushing her pants completely off herself before using his chest as leverage to slide down onto him, taking him in completely. Pan's face was almost triumphant as he began to thrust upwards into Ella and her fingers began to clench on his skin. Moving her hips to his rhythm, she found herself moaning and leaning closer and closer towards the boy beneath her. His hands were still roaming her flesh, and as she drew infinitely close to him, he latched his lips back upon hers, kissing her with a force hard enough to bruise.

Rolling them over swiftly, Pan smirked down at Ella and began to thrust harder as she wrapped her legs around him, clutching at his shoulders with what she had thought were short nails but as he hissed and groaned in tandem she realised were perhaps not so short. The thought gave her the barest hint of happiness but Pan's reaction was to thrust harder into her as she felt the building tension in the pit of her stomach.

She caught sight of Pan's smirk only a second before he pulled himself from her. It was a loss for him to do so, cutting off the pleasure mounting within her. She saw the effort it took for him as he muttered huskily, "Tell me what he wanted with you."

It was an order.

"To kill me." Half truth.

"Why didn't he?"

Not an order.

"Tell me why he didn't!" Pan accentuated his words with a sharp thrust into her, Ella's breath catching as she held in her vocalisation, pulling out again, she finally answered, unable to stop herself. "He wants to free me."

"And what about his father?"

Not an order.

"Nothing," Ella breathed honestly. Pan saw it in her eyes and finally relented, burying himself within her once again and bringing her once more to the brink.

"I kind of want you to beg for it," Pan muttered into her hair. But Ella had other ideas and rolled her own hips up against his a few times, and Pan knew he couldn't deny himself any longer, thrusting erratically into her a few times before she began to shake. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of saying his name; she never had. But the long drawn out moan as her muscles clenched around him was enough to make Pan smile in satisfaction, finally letting himself go inside her before collapsing next to Ella and remarking –

"Now that was a little more fun that it could have been wasn't it E?"

She didn't respond.