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Log: Complete; 1/2 (MONSTER LOG OF DOOM)
When; Feb 6. ahaha, backdated;
Rating; NC-17
warnings: kink (asphyxiation)
Characters; Adult!Peter Pan![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
all_butone & Jas Hook ironhook
Summary; A church, seduction and... some realizations.
Log;
Jas Hook had a rather annoying habit for choosing the world's worst times to play games. First he'd been standoffish, then almost coy- both of which Peter had found positively adorable, and then, he'd decided to change the rules. Which irked the man to no end.
Still, he'd been generous to offer a clue, which was- really, more than he'd hoped for. Hook could be so infuriatingly stubborn.... Water and lights logically only meant one place at nightfall; someplace near the City's center. Without ever once moving faster than an idle stroll, Peter made his way to the fountain, scanning the various streets and alleys that surrounded him for any sign of his would-be companion. In daylight, the task was sure to be easy, but long after nightfall, distinguishing anything in the looming shadows was difficult at best.
Ah well. There was always the direct approach, and Peter smirked playful, calling out in a slow drawl. "Come out come out wherever you are~"
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In truth, Jas was reclined in the exact places Peter had been looking-- the mouth of an alleyway. Arms folded, hook cradled in the hinge of his elbow, ankles crossed, shoulder pressed against cool stone. He saw the now-man coming before his voice ever rang out, but refrained from saying anything right away. Though the reason for that was half because the sight of him left Jas speechless.
Typical how, even as an adult, he seemed to glitter and shine under the lights-- and his voice. Still that mischevious sing-song, but lowered considerably, holding that flirtatious drawl James definitely had not expcted. Inclining his head he shifted his weight and recrossed his ankles so his weight shifted to the other leg, hip jutting to the side.
"Are you watching closely?" Jas said in return, tone idle.
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The reply made him whirl around, though not the way he usually did. In the past, in their innumeral battles from eons ago, any bit of warning was crucial. More often than not, one of them was conducting a sneak attack of sorts- though never without someone or something intervening just in time to alert the other. And yet now, now Peter spun in a lazy circle, turning to the source of the voice.
Even with hyperalterness to the man's presence, to be unable to see him made a small part of Peter uneasy. Still, it wasn't enough to keep the amusement from his voice. "As close as I can. Why?"
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He couldn't help it-- his eyes raked a slow path from head to foot, and then back again. Beautiful boy-- man. It was unavoidable, obviously. No matter what happened, he would always be sunlight, wouldn't he? Jas wasn't sure whether to be jealous, angry, or relieved. His head inclined the opposite direction, but still he didn't move from the shadows.
"Not close enough," He hummed, and waited a moment, watching. This was Pan, but a new one, one who teased. Jas wasn't sure what to expect.
-
Their banter was something he'd always enjoyed, and Peter took a step closer, hovering just outside the shadow's edge. He couldn't ever recall being afraid of Hook, always regarding him with a mixture of curiosity, amusement, and the occasional flare of anger- still, fear had remained alien to him. An emotion he experienced only with nightmares and even now, still a feeling he couldn't clearly recall.
Peter leaned forward a fraction, peering into the darkness with a bemused grin. "And what, exactly, am I supposed to see dear captain?"
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"What are you expecting to see?" The pirate shot back, lifting his chin a little, watching Peter closely. It wasn't as though James hadn't seen that particular smile before, but on an aged face, backed with a kind of coyness that hadn't been there before. Or maybe it was there, and just surpressed? Forget-me-nots narrowed as the thought flashed by, but he pushed it aside from the time being.
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The comment brought a snarky smile to his face, and brows arched at the challenge. It wasn't often that Hook was so secretive, so much so that it bordered on defensiveness- and Peter's interest had been piqued. "With you? I expect nothing and everything."
Lack of fear nonwithstanding, he still disliked being unable to see his...opponent, and the man chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully, for a fraction of a moment before correcting himself. "Are you coming out to play or not?" Just as easily, the smirk was back, and his head canted to the side with the tease.
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As if he could say no to a challenge, especially from Pan. But even so, Hook paused, just long enough for the answer to silently border on 'no', and only then did he move. His scarlet jacked shushed against the wall as he straightened, though his arms remained crossed, and he stepped forward. The shadows slid off his face like water, clinging to the corners of his eyes and the line of his jaw, where they never seemed to disappear. One eyebrow lifted as he paused hardly a foot from the other man.
"Well?" He prompted, exterior calm but for the impatience in his voice. James rather wanted to know the point to this little meeting. From the sounds of it, Peter had not wanted a fight, so the captain didn't see why the golden boy had been so persistant on finding him. Especially when he had so many others to occupy his time now. That fleeting thought made his lip curl, just minutely, and had him moving to stepped passed the man, if only so he wouldn't be trapped between a wall and a solid body with no place to go.
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Brows remained arched as the man walked past him. It was far too entertaining really, so see the self-proclaimed 'pirate king' looking....unnerved. If nothing else, Peter was feeling quite pleased with himself. Still, Hook had kept him on pins and needles for quite some time earlier that day- so after all, it was only fair to give him the same treatment.
He fell into step with the man easily, linking arms with him as he guided the other along. "It's a nice night. Lets go for a walk, hm?" A rhetorical question, as Peter has no intention of letting his prey go so easily, but there simply for the sake of politeness. "Why were you avoiding me so? It was a bit rude you know."
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He couldn't help it. His gaze lowered to their linked arms, staring, somewhere between bemused and alarmed, before blue eyes lifted without the slightest tilt of his head. There was no other explaination for the look but a wry sort of curiousity, and he chose not to answer the question. Why shouldn't he avoid him? All flirtation and sly glances, courting the girls and boys alike. It was a side of Peter Jas was not generally privy to. He didn't know what to do with it.
Therefore, he stayed aloof. Humour the boy-- it was like second nature by now, anyway. His face turned away again, posture stiff as he kept an even stride. "I thought you mustn't be touched," The pirate drawled, a venomous undercurrent lacing the cool mask placed carefully over each syllable.
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Throughout the day, Peter had seen his share of shy smiles and curious blushes, even a stutter or two- though they had all been innocent really. Wendy and Namine alone had been the focus of his attentions, and rightfully so. Shy and sweet, it was easy to dote on them, and besides, Peter enjoyed their company. As such, he hardly considered his behavior 'flirtatious', at least until Jas Hook had decided to butt in. At which point it had started as simple teasing. Peter's attempts to throw the man off balance when the game had turned into...something else entirely.
That 'something else' was what appeared to be acting as a buffer between them. Hook keeping a cool distance between them, that for some reason or another, only irked him further. Still, that wouldn't keep him from interjecting a few taunts of his own. It had been a long time since he's said those words- the phase that had all but been his mantra as a boy- no not be touched. Peter replied with a sweetened jab. "I thought you didn't play by the rules."
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"Rules," He said carefully, "Are meant to be broken." And, as if in tandem to his words, he pulled pointedly away from the distracting warmth of Peter's side. It was hard enough trying to keep his head on straight with Peter looking as he did and acting like he was without their arms coiled almost intimately together. He glanced, sideways, to his rival, not letting his gaze linger.
"Pirate. Remember?" And he folded his arms up again, a defensive gesture, one he didn't feel the need to use around Pan very often. One he found he had wanted to use more and more in the passed month as whatever it was that was between them continued to shift and change and come into focus.
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Peter couldn't help wondering, idly, if Hook had any idea that he'd just won the arguement for him- not that he was in any mood to point it out. After all, the man looked on edge as it was already, and the wrong jab could...well, spiral their conversation far from where he wanted it to be. He'd asked for Hook's company after all, teasingly or not, and Peter'd be damned if he gave it up so easily. It was...leverage of sorts.
"As if I could forget." Green eyes drifted ahead, taking in the sights as the pair continued their aimless stroll. What he intended to accomplish by it all remained beyond him, though the thought did far from bother him- and Peter arched a brow as Hook wrenched from his side. Curious indeed. Having decided that on occasion, discreation was the better part of valor, Peter said nothing of it, eyes instead refocusing on their surroundings as well as the large building that had come into view. A church? He smiled appreciatively. "I've always liked stained glass." Peter offered simply, before nudging the pirate playfully, in an attempt to pick up a new subject to tease him with. "So, does it feel any different?"
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Forget-me-nots lifted, unintentionally seeking out the cathedral and the stained glass Peter had just pointed out. A church. How long had it been since he set foot into one of those? In fact, thinking of it, the last time he had been anywhere near Holy Ground, he had burned the building that stood there in a fit of malevolence. The pirate's mouth thinned, annoyed for some unknown reason, before Peter's latter question was asked.
"Does what feel any different?" He asked, a slight snap to his voice. Just by the other man's tone he knew that the conversation was headed somewhere different, and most likely had nothing to do with churches.
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While his gaze had been fixed straight ahead for the past few minutes, the pirate's irritated tone moved his expression from placid calm to a bemused smirk. It really was too easy to get the better of him. Their steps had slowed as they approached the building, standing only a small ways from the entrance. It was as nice a place to stop and talk as any. Besides, he'd always sort of liked looking at churches. It reminded him of the orphanage- and though they weren't the best of memories to be sure, it was still his childhood, and there had been adventures even then. The thought brought him back to the present, and the question he'd just been asked in response to the question he'd prompted before. It was a victory, and Hook didn't even realize he'd lost.
Peter gave his companion a sideways glance, liquid confidence as he offered one of his trademark grins and he came to a stop before the church's large doors, hand resting on the surface to push it open. "Being found."
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Jas drew up short, as though he had walked directly into the massive oak door Peter had just eased open instead of stopping feet away from it. The comment, although short, hit hard, and it stunned him to speechlessness for a moment. True to form, however, he recovered, straightening spine and jacket as he did so. What a silly notion. Hook had wandered so far off the edge of the map that he thought it unlikely anyone-- even Peter Pan-- could ever truly 'find' him.
"You are ridiculous," The captain informed his rival, brushing passed him and entering the cathedral. Truth be told, had Jas been paying attention, he most likely would not have taken those few steps over the threshold. Although he would never admit it openly while in his right mind, the blackavised man didn't think himself worthy to set foot into a church anymore. But distracted as he was, Jas didn't notice until he was well into the foyer.
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"Indeed." Peter replied, feeling almost obligated to give his companion some sort of leg to stand on. Hook had been looking more and more unnerved as their evening progressed, and while Peter secretly delighted in in, flaunting such a thing would be counter-productive.
He smirked at that, watching the man bristle past him as Peter reached out to close the door after them- leaning against the building's entrance with crossed arms. It was hardly a defensive gesture, and instead something relaxed, as his head tilted to the side, watching the man with soft admiration and no small amount of studious intrigue. "I didn't realize I could make you flustered so easily."
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Jas made a rather ungraceful, derisive sound in his throat, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with that comment. Instead, he cast a glance over his shoulder at Peter, pausing briefly, taken by the picture the man made lounging against the door. Jaw tightening, he wrenched his gaze away, cursing mentally. Yet another reason he shouldn't be in the church, what with the slow-burn heat the fairychild was triggering in his stomach.
"What do you want?" He asked, finally, his voice clipped. If there was one thing Jas didn't like, it was not having control over a situation, and he was not fool enough to recognize when he had lost the upper hand.
-
It was a rare thing, for him to have such an overwhelming advantage over the pirate, and Peter could feel the thrill of victory that coursed through his blood. Brows arched at the accusatory question, and the man straightened, rolling forward to stand straight, hands moving to rest on his hips- a mimicry of times past. He paused for a long moment, considering the man more than the question before shoulders relaxed and hands fell to his sides as he stepped forward. Pace leisurely and deliberate, green eyes locked on forget-me-nots and never once strayed as he made his way over, stopping only when the two were mere inches apart.
For so many years, the pirate had towered over him, seemingly impenetrable and now...? Now Peter had found a way in. Cocky smile ever present, his words were low enough to ghost across the man's lips, a honeyed drawl. "I already told you, all I wanted was your company- my captain."
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As soon as Peter started moving, Jas' attention had snapped back around, narrowed and suspicious. For a moment, it looked as though he had every intention of either dancing out of reach again, or lashing out. But then jade caught blue and Jas was frozen. Not once did his gaze stray, as steady as Pan's, though a great deal more wary-- at least until the man was close enough that Jas could taste his breath.
It was then, and only then, that his focus dropped, lowering from green to the movement of his mouth. Of course, then he realized what he was doing, and with a sharp intake of breath took a single step backwards, as if it might clear the heady heat that had suddenly closed over his body. "You're... hardly as innocent as you pretend to be." The captain retorted, though, somehow, the argument wasn't as firm as it should-- would have been.
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A brow arched when he stepped back, and Peter followed slowly. He had no intention of letting his prey escape that easily, especially when he was already so entirely in his grasp. The look on his face was intoxicating, and Peter continued taking slow steps forward- it wouldn't be long until he'd be backed into a corner at this rate. Against a wall with no where else to go. He nearly smiled at the thought; to be found. Peter was almost sad not to have gotten an answer, half curious as to what it must be like, but not willing to press the idea further- not when so many other tempting things demanded to be pressed.
"And you're hardly as ferocious as you pretend to be."
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That took his attention, a brief flash of scarlet in startlingly blue eyes as he once again forced his gaze from Peter's mouth to his eyes again. "You don't know the half of it," Jas said, his voice pitched deep, low and for Peter's ears only. But for his words, he continued countering Pan's advance with a slow, steady back pedal. This was, actually, the second time the golden boy had been able to force him into a retreat in the passed few weeks. But, as with the first time, he was too distracted to notice.
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If the glint of scarlet frightened him, Peter certainly didn't show it. Even now, Jas Hook wasn't enough to frighten him into retreat, and the point of no return hovered mere inches away; cold stone, and then end of their game of cat and mouse. "I think~" he paused, a wicked grin playing on his mouth as his attention focused on the pirate's eyes once more, holding his gaze. "That you are all talk."
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"You'll find out one day," Jas warned, although mentally, he hoped that would never be the case. To be perfectly honest, part of the time he wanted to be all talk-- at least where Peter was concerned. He couldn't quite figure out the reason behind that-- though whether that was a conscious effort or not, Jas was unsure. However, all these thoughts were drawn up short when, for the second time most recently, he felt cold stone against his back.
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When his body met the wall, the grin became a fully fledged victorious smirk, expression all but screaming 'I know something you do not.' How many times had their games wound up like this? All leading up to this pivotal moment, where one was meant to strike and claim the final victory- and where, ultimately, no conclusion was ever reached. Until now. "Really now Jas, sometimes, I think you want me to hate you. Is that it? Is that what you really want?"
Peter was tired of waiting. His victory had been delayed long enough- and the man leaned in close, lips brushing against the shell of the captain's ear as he spoke, breath hot against his skin. "You know, there certainly is a fair bit of sexual tension between us. Annoying, isn't it?"
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His jaw slackened just slightly, first in surprise at the question, and then at the statement that followed directly after. Those words coming from Peter's mouth, coupled with the dusting of breath as warm as the sun across his cheek, over his ear-- he couldn't stop the soft noise that lifted in his throat. It forced his eyes closed, lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones, left hand tightening into a fist to halt its movement as it drifted for Peter's hip.
Sexual tension? Good lord, to say the least. Though, Jas wondered if it had always been there. It... might explain a few things, that was for sure.
-
Though he couldn't see the hand that reached for him, Peter felt it's presence more than anything else- hovering mere inches away...and he decided to close that gap. The man took a half step forward, enough to press Jas' body flush against his own, and Peter very nearly sighed in contentment. Is this the terrible gravity they'd been fighting for so long?
The smirk leaked from his lips to his voice, coming out a low purr as his hips rolled forward. "I can't hear you~"
-
And suddenly Pan was far too close, all warm, wide body and liquid fire voice. Jas prided himself on his resilience, and he had been known to fight as long and hard as he possible could. But, time and again, he found himself bending to Peter's will. Why? But he couldn't answer his own question, or even give a coherent response to the other man. All he could feel was summer heat and the push of Peter's hips against his own-- slow-grind friction.
Following example, he closed the distance, hand fisting in the hem of Peter's shirt as his head tilted back against the wall. A low groan eased wantonly from his throat.
-
Peter's chin tilted down as he nuzzled the man's neck, pressing a slow trail of hot kisses against newly exposed flesh. The sound that escaped did far from pushing that lazy grin from his face, and a warm hand came up to rest on the rise of his hip, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise. "Ah ah ah Jas. Use words."
Even now the cocky teasing remained, though the words came out a half-whispered growl as kisses moved from the captain's jaw towards his collar with agonizing slowness, and with a devious grin, Peter bit at the vulnerable flesh.
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"Go-oddamn teas-- ah," Any comeback was lost in the heavy exhale, arousal flashing hard and fast down his spine to pool in his groin and make his hips jerk forward. His fingers untangled from the shirt, instead curling to take purchase on the crest of his waist, holding tight, though it was difficult to tell whether he was trying to pull Peter in close or push him away. Somehow, it didn't take him long to reach a conclusion. Everything tightened, hand smoothing down to lock on his hip like a vice.
"You-- don't know what y-you're doing," He insisted, although it was clear by the way Peter kissed, the way he touched, that he had some idea-- somehow-- over how this worked. The minor detail was simply the who, not the how.
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That, he decided, was probably the closest thing to a confession that he would ever manage to pull from the man. Still, given the circumstances, and who this particular man was, it was really more than he'd hoped for. The firm grip at his side caught his attention before the accusation did, and though he kept their hips pressed tightly together, his back arched as he leaned away- putting just enough distance between their faces to let Jas Hook catch sight of an arrogant grin.
"Oh I must argue to the contrary because I know exactly what I'm doing. I am kissing you Jas. And by those sounds you made~? I am very, very good at it." And he dipped close once more, warm, petal-soft lips making contact as he kissed the man hard- fingernails dragging down his side.
-
A snappy reply had been ready on the pirate's tongue as soon as Peter finished speaking-but they were swallowed and annihilated when the man swooped in and roughly caught his mouth. But even that Jas could have fought off, if necessary, gods knew he had before. But then Peter had chosen to claw his sides in the exact same instance, and it was so unexpected that all thought short circuited and he gasped openly against the other man's lips, back lifting from the wall, hips rolling forward without an ounce of control.
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Peter couldn't recall much about kisses. He knew he'd had his share, though he couldn't remember any of them in great detail. Phantoms of a past he couldn't recall precisely but was certain that lay behind him- but when he finally captured the man's lips, when he'd finally claimed them for his own, everything clicked firmly into place. It was a fire. A burning electricity that pulled them together, that always had- at every contact, every heated glare, venomous word, mischievious taunt, the clang of steel; a pull stronger than gravity between them.
What else could it be after all; that managed to crush them both, time and time again- only to realign their pieces right back where they'd started? A fine distance between touching; as thin the swords between them- and equally razor sharp. But now....? Now Peter could feel the heat pooling in his stomach and the surge of desire. Jas Hook had long since put up an admirable fight, but all good things had to come to an end- after all, he was not a child anymore.
The gasp was all it took, and Peter took the moment for what it was worth, tongue finding it's way into the man's mouth as he shifted his weight- using his hips to keep the pirate anchored to the wall as his hands moved to the front of his coat, working furiously at the clasps.
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Jas was many things, but he wasn't a fool. Yes, his mind could wander, and just as any other human being he could make mistakes, but a fool? Never. At least, he hadn't thought so until this very moment in time. Peter's kiss scorched him and blew apart any resolve that may have lingered, and it startled him so badly that, even had he wanted to, he wouldn't have been able to fight the other man off. But what made it completely mindboggling was-- it didn't feel wrong at all. As if every hateful word, every clash of steel, every vicious look had been leading up to this moment.
Sexual tension-- good lord. It had been, hadn't it? But-- the whole time? Jas couldn't believe his obsession with the boy could have been based entirely around such an animalistic thing.
Not that it stopped him from pressing back just as hard against Peter, though the gesture didn't lift him from the wall very far at all. The now-man had been strong in his youth, and Jas didn't doubt that, the way he was now, Peter could probably manhandle him into doing anything just as easily as he flipped open his coat. He canted his head, a low grunt lifting from his throat as he slid his tongue back alongside Peter's, good hand twisting into the back of his shirt, the flat of his hook pressing alongside his flank.
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Annoyance of a coat out of the way, his hands moved instinctively to the cloth underneath, fisting in the fabric- the last flimsy barracade between him and the smooth plane of Jas' skin. For all intents and purposes, they had been waiting for this moment. The final crux, the climax of their never-ending battle; and he'd never thought it would end in a collision of lips. The taste alone was intoxicating; everything kisses were meant to be in passion and fevor and meaning-
It was there that the haze dissipated, and Peter broke away for air, panting softly as green eyes focused on the fabric in his hands before tearing it haphazardly, pulling the remains away. Almost apologetic for destroying one of his shirts, Peter nuzzled the man's neck affectionately- placing a trail of delicate kisses across the gentle slope and pausing momentarily...only to bite down on the pirate's shoulder. It was sure to leave a mark of some kind, a bruised cresent, and Peter smiled at the thought. Marking territory- there were to be no questions afterwards.
Smug grin in place, the man looked up, green eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned in close once more to nibble at Jas' bottom lip.
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Annoyance flashed across the pirate's face as the silk of his shirt was torn, lust-darkened eyes flashing to the boy's face in silent reprimand. It wasn't as though he were short on clothing, but that was besides the point. However the matter was easily pushed aside when the kisses wandered, hot and explosive, down his neck. Chin lifting, he exhaled shakily-- only to release a grunt of surprise a moment later when he felt the unmistakable sting of teeth in his skin.
Once again the scolding look returned, one eyebrow lifting at the decidedly impish look in those jade eyes. He growled low in his throat, because that particular expression always set him off. Although at the moment, it was illiciting a different kind of reaction, and instead of his growl sounding threatening, it sounded more like a heated warning.
"You, are still a brat," He snarled.
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The scolding really did nothing more than fan his ego- and like all the times before, Peter rose to the occasion, kisses moving from the man's mouth to trace the edge of his jaw. "And you," he murmered lazily "still want me." One rough and calloused palm pressed flat against his chest- lingering there for a long moment to savor the feel of a steady heartbeat. It was such a small thing he'd so often taken for granted, but now it was as if his every sense had been sharpened to it, acutely aware of the man's existance in every intimate detail. Peter wondered, idly, how he'd already memorized so much of him.
Still, the dangerous glint had never left, and Peter looked up to meet Jas' gaze steadily, almost daring him to move as his hand turned, the fine edge of a fingernail biting into flesh. Almost a taunt- and Peter knew he'd always been frightfully good at getting away with things. Hesitation was abandoned a second later as the lone fingernail raked it's way down the pirate's chest; and Peter abandoned his studious observation to follow after the red line left in it's wake- tongue darting out to lap at sensitive skin.
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He turned his face towards Peter's as he spoke against his jaw, fingers uncurling from his shirt to lift and relocate, sea-worn palm flattening to the small of his back. And, Hades, he had always known the boy was sunshine encased in tanned skin, but feeling it against his finger tips when violence wasn't on his mind-- this was a new kind of experience. And then he looked up, drilled that same cocky look into Jas' eyes that the pirate had memorized with the idle tease of a scratch, and Jas briefly though that he might never be able to look at that expression again without thinking of this.
"You--" His sentence broke with a gasp when the slight-pain was followed by a gentle tongue, a low sound stuttering from his chest, and with a sudden flare of arousal his hand once again moved. This time, it fisted into the golden curls of Peter's hair, yanking him back up, pushing with hips and body to reverse their position against the wall. Follow through, and for a second they were flush together, shoulder to toe, Jas' mouth against the curve of his ear.
"You are mine," He stated, no room for argument, and the hook of his right hand lifted, slicing clean down the centre of Peter's shirt without so much as a nick to his flawless skin.
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For as many years as the two had been fighting in circles around eachother- Peter knew to expect some form of retaliation. Not because he had any doubts that this was indeed, what the man had wanted, but because Jas Hook could never not be in control of anything. A detail Peter had never failed to flaunt as often as humanly possible, and one he thought he'd been doing an able job of avoiding- at least until fingers fisted in his hair and yanked him up.
He nearly flinched, but remained silent as they shifted, chin lifting as he leaned against the wall to watch the pirate, carefully noting every detail. Would he change the rules again? Were they to start fighting their old, familiar, unending battles? There was a chance, after all, that the man was merely buying time to charge at his properly. It was impossible to be sure of anything- until the hook came, and Peter found one of his favorite shirts split down the center. At that he arched an eyebrow, hands falling to rest on either side of Jas' waist as he spoke. Peter had never been fond of being claimed, by anyone, and though he was not nearly as sensitive to such comments now as he was a boy- it still irked him for reasons he couldn't explain. "Really now? Hn~ Well captain, I suppose we'll just have to see about that." It was sweetly worded, but a challenge nonetheless, and though the pirate may be under the impression that he was now in control, it was only a matter of time.
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"No. We won't," He responded easily. In truth, Hook knew how much Peter didn't like it (though he had yet to discover exactly why), and that was really half the reason he continually reminded his rival of it. But if he were to be entirely honest with himself-- he truly believed it. Peter was his, just as Neverland and everything in it was his-- something he was willing to share, if necessary, but in the end belonged, was connected to him. Though, James Hook had always, even as a boy, been possesive. Especially over things he cared about.
The hook moved, tattooed arm flexing as it dug into the wood off to the side of Peter's ear, out of the way, momentarily relishing in the wary look he saw flicker in jade eyes. But rules, or whatever was left of them, and now been ripped and smashed and were so scattered that Jas couldn't recall them at that moment if he tried. Was it really so important, anyway? Rules were meant to be broken, after all.
A calloused hand flattened beneath Peter's navel, then smoothed up over his abdomen, following the line of his ribs before settling just to the outside of his shoulderblade, caught between warm skin and soft material. Forget-me-nots fell half-mast and he leaned in again-- chest to chest-- to trace a series of open-mouth kisses from the curve of his jaw to the corner of his mouth.
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The contact illicted a soft sigh, and the once-boy let his eyes slide shut, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. There was a strange sort of pattern to this dance- they way they circled eachother, fierce and demanding, calculating and dominating- and then suddenly a breath of calm, the eye of the storm. His hands moved once more, unable to stay still on such a vast expanse of unexplored territory. One moved to encircle his lower back, keeping the pirate still, and close; while the other reached up towards his shoulder, fingertips grazing across his skin as the skimmed down Jas' arm, idly tracing the tattoo there.
There was much of him that remained a mystery- perhaps on both their parts, and though some part of him had always wanted to know, wanted to ask- Peter had no qualms with delaying his questions. In favor of better timing of course, when the sight of the man wasn't so entirely mesmerizing. His head tilted, just enough to bite at the shell of his ear and one slender leg slipped between the man's thighs.
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His arm flexed under the feather-soft touch of Peter's fingers, the idle trace of the ink that stained his skin with his old school's crest, and briefly in that moment Jas realized how much still remained uncovered between them. Layers of secrets folded over with game and denial and-- He was distracted by the press of solid heat against his groin, the pull of teeth against his ear, and with a sound pulled from his throat, Jas pressed into it. A slow push against the knee braced between his thighs, a heady friction that sent a shudder down his spine and forced his grip to tighten against tanned skin.
Peter's mouth was at his ear, but lifting his chin, nudging his rival's cheek with nose, Jas caught the man's mouth with his own, pliant and open-mouthed. Fingers flexed, then flattened and pulled, erasing the space between them again, as though it didn't belong there-- or as if it never really had been.
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He didn't think he would ever tire of hearing the sounds Jas Hook was capable of making. Even in his efforts to prove otherwise, the man was soft and pliant- and Peter had every intention of exploiting it, every- last- centimeter. It looked entirely innocent, arms lifting to tangle themselves around the pirate's neck as their mouths found eachother once more, meeting with brusing force and seeking nothing less than to steal the very breath out of him.
His tongue demanded entrance, lapping at the man's own as nimble hands stole up to the clasp on Jas' shoulder. It was a delicate undertaking- and a kiss was the best distraction he could off. He knew he would only be able to go so far without being noticed; so Peter worked quickly, disassembling the straps that held the infamous hook in place as he moaned into the other's mouth, leg shifting just so.
And just as quickly the task was complete- and Peter pulled the straps away as lips curved into a smile.
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If there was ever an individual who could distract James from everything to focus attention in one singular direction-- it was Pan. Gods knew how many times the boy had demanded-- purposefully or not-- his attention, and received it without a blink of an eye, without a thought to anything else. For all intents and purposes, this was no different, therefore it was no surprise that Peter easily got one up on him-- especially when he moaned that way and moved this way--
But as soon as he felt the release of tension, he jerked back with a gasp for air, momentarily confused-- until he realized what Peter had done. Then, immediately, his eyes widened, panic coiling in his gut and he wrenched away, left hand slapping to the dangling leather and wood in a feeble attempt to keep the weapon in place. Idiot move-- absolutely idiot. How could he have even begun to think this was anything other then a new game, a new play for dominance? Fleetingly a look of betrayal and almost-hurt flashed across his face before his expression shuttered, cold, offended.
"Bad form," He whispered harshly.
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That wounded look was the last thing he'd expected. A fight perhaps. A blow, an annoyed remark, a severing of contact- but not that...that look in his eyes. Perhaps the most unnerving thing was that Peter himself couldn't understand why such a move had warrented it. Hands lifted and fingers lost themselves in black curls- nostalgia lingering at the edge of his thoughts before he leaned in to press soft kisses to the other's jaw.
"Oh?" he murmered, lips making their way to his neck. "How's that? You're as good a man with it as you are without it."
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"That has nothing to do with it," James hissed, turning his face away from the peppered kisses, expression carefully guarded, hand tight against the now-useless straps. Peter's comment was confusing, if nothing else. Despite assurances from those in the City, Jas Hook still couldn't understand why-- or how-- anyone could label him a 'good man'. But the stripping of his hook, that metal appendage that was so part of him; it was like the grown boy had finally succeeded in stripping every last defence Jas had erected over the years. It made him feel naked. Weak.
He tried to slip away a second time.
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Hah. That was a lie. His actions alone proved that it had everything to do with it- and now he was pouting; which was simultaneously cute and bothersome. While it had been Peter's intent from the getgo to finally have the man at his mercy, he hadn't expected such sensitivity over what Peter had regarded as nothing more than an idle accessory. It wasn't the metal attachment that made Jas Hook who he was, and under normal circumstances, he was certain the pirate could still put up a more than decent fight. Still- it preturbed him to see the man bothered so- at least until he'd attempted to escape, and Peter's leg lashed out to wrap around his ankle as he leaned forward, rolling them to the side and pinning the captain to the wall.
"Ah ah ah captain. So eager to leave me?"
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James blinked when he was against the wall again, left arm braced between bare chests, still resolutely holding onto the harness, his hand the only thing keeping it up. Expression hard, he regarded Peter coolly, letting his accusation sit between them heavily. Forget-me-nots flicked down, as low as they could go with his being trapped against the wall before lifting to meet bright green again, a challenging ‘once over’.
But what Peter probably didn’t know, was that had he been anyone else, James would have had his good hand tight around his throat squeezing and choking the life out of him for even trying to take his control away. It was one of the few things Jas hated, and admittedly feared, in life: loss of control. He didn’t handle it well at all. Jas didn’t take his hook off in front of anyone, save his first mate. It was, after all, a handicap—though Jas did not see it as such anymore.
And with that thought, a frown creased his brow, because when it came down to it, Jas had always assumed Pan would be no different. That he would turn on the boy and throw him down and kill him, just as he would anyone else. Yet here he was, holding the harness, staring at him silently, waiting.
But waiting for what?
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: A creased brow, and Peter felt the knot in his stomach ease. That much he could understand, the need for control- because it was an urging he felt just as keenly himself. After all, so much of Neverland was an extension of himself, every part of the island bending to mold in accordance with his mood, his desires. Until Hook had come- and even that was because Peter had wished for him. At least....he assumed that was how the pirate had come. It didn't matter anymore really.
He leaned forward, dismissing the wary glare entirely only to kiss him once more, savoring the sensation. How had they both managed to go so far alone- and not realize how much sense this made? When Peter pulled back once more, their noses bumped- almost as if he were afraid to stray too far. One warm hand reached up to cup the man's cheek, studying his face for some secret sign or clue- that perhaps Jas had known this all along. Instead a soft laugh left his lips.
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Peter kissed him, and once again took Jas by surprise by the tenderness behind it, by how quickly they could go from flared tempers and biting words to soft breaths and possessive touches. Eyes slid shut, and remained that way, even when Peter pulled back, though not without a parting nudge. Even the hand against the rough of his jaw couldn't coax those forget-me-not's open, he turning just slightly into the palm, an exhale ghosting across the white-sliver-scars decorating his wrist. Funny how this softness was there underneath the vicious clang of metal and icy words and man-handling.
Funny how the warmth of Peter's chest against his arm, the soft of his mouth, this closeness didn't feel unusual at all.
It was the laugh that forced the pirate's gaze open again, sharp onto Peter's face. Fingers flexed against leather straps and he swallowed once before murmuring: "What is so funny?" in a voice that he had intended to be much harsher than it actually was.
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Where childish arrogance had been before, a charming smile was left in it's wake, and the man's expression softened at the words. Normally it would be a taunt- some carefully placed barb and defensive manuvering- all things that seemed entirely foreign in the small space they'd created. Lips brushed against the corner of Jas' mouth tenderly. Peter had been many places in his life, that much was beyond reproach. From his own family, to the orphanage, from one set of lost boys to another, and at last to Neverland- to the one person who hadn't ever left a window closed to him. And Peter couldn't help wondering how he'd missed it.
Couldn't help wondering at how this feeling wasn't like the others. How it wasn't that burning physical attraction he'd expected, but something so much more... Something he didn't dare put a name to.
One hand still held against the man's cheek, the other reached up to brush against the pirate's own, against the fingers still holding tightly to those leather straps. "Let it go Jas. This is where you belong."
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This time the quiet panic was more obvious, sharp in the creases of his eyes, stealing his breath and tightening his muscles. But where the fear stemmed from, Jas didn't know. It could have been any number of things. But as he mentally shuffled through each with swift percision, each new fear seemed as unlikely as the last, or simply could not be applied to Pan, until he was left with nothing but the very thing Neverland had made it so easy to sugar coat:
Feelings.
And it wasn't as though Peter was confessing anything with those few words he spoke, but it was like that embarrassed squirm he felt when Kitty told him she cared-- just ten times worse, ten times deeper, ten times more important. Let go. Let go and everything was going to change, Jas knew it. All he could do was stare motionless into emerald eyes, searching for-- something. Safety? Reassurance? Acceptance? Everything and anything he never thought about anymore.
Then, slowly, like a startled animal, his grip on the harness started to relax.
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He'd almost thought that he wouldn't do it. That it was too big of a leap of faith for Jas Hook to even fathom, much less comply with- but he had. Which was so much more than he'd expected, and something akin to gratitude and pride and joy curled in his chest and Peter felt lighter than he could remember feeling in years. Like being a boy again and without thought his body rose a fraction, ready to take flight the way he hadn't in so long-
But that too was cut off, as he crushed their mouths together, arms reaching up to wrap around Jas' neck, bare skin pressed to bare skin.
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Jas startled even himself when his grip on the weapon relaxed and it started sliding off his scarred and tattooed arm. But there he was, distracted again, startled as Peter jerked just that slightest bit into the air. Hardly that far, and truly, anyone else may not have noticed. But Jas Hook was hyperaware to everything Peter Pan, and a surge of something scored his chest--
A clatter against tile, metal and wood and the hush of leather as abruptly the harness was dropped in conjunction with the demanding kiss. Jas huffed, but without the hook, strangely enough, it was like some kind of release. His left hand came up, tangling into the golden shine of Peter's hair, right-bare-arm crooking around his waist to lock him in tight. A cant of his head, a harsh sigh and Jas nudged his face to Peter's, demanding access to his mouth with a sly tongue.
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In that instant, nothing registered. Not the distracted look on Jas' face, not the clatter of the mental appendage against the floor. It was inconsequential with Jas' body so intoxicatingly close- all consuming, and the world around them must have fallen away, attention narrowing to the few places they could make contact. The only thing that mattered. Lips parted to grant the man entrance, as his hands jerked away- flying to the pirate's waist once more and coming to hover at the edge of his pants.
Peter had never been a patient creature, and now was no exception. Eyes squeezed shut as he moaned into the kiss- and Peter could feel his heart start to race. It wasn't nearly so simple as desire- as want. It was need; to possess, to belong, to claim- and he wouldn't wait any longer. Jas Hook could think what he will afterwards, make their little tryst into something trivial, something small to be forgotten- and it was entirely likely he would. A detail the man pushed out of his mind at the feel of fingers in his hair.
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Sea-roughened fingers flexed into silk curls, tightening almost painfully before smoothing, following the curve of his skull to the base of his neck. There he squeezed again, his whole hand closing around the back of Peter's neck, before continuing downward over the smooth expanse of his back. Perfect, flawless skin-- a drastic difference to his own, scarred with age and sea and battle and torture. Peter moaned and Jas growled softly in response, arching from the wall to get closer, hungrily swallowing the sound to keep in his chest as his own. In truth, Jas wasn't thinking of what would happen after this, and barely of what came before-- all he could focus on was smooth skin and pale hair and the stuttered tattoo of Peter's heart against his chest.
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Impatient fingers worked at the clasp of the pirate's pants, hands fumbling where they were usually skilled and the man tore away for air, breath coming in soft gasps. He wished there were a way to speak- to say even half the things that fluttered through his mind as he pulled the breeches away, lips falling to press opened mouthed kisses to Jas' chest, biting at the flesh right above his heart. An attempt to lay claim to something he could never hope to reach.
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As soon as the kiss broke, Jas was gasping for breath, crown tilting back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed to mentally follow the heated trail of kisses down his chest. Fingers danced back up over his ribs, along bicep and across the dip of his shoulder to curl behind an ear. The bite illicited a hiss, Jas dropping his chin to glance down-- and he didn't fail to notice exactly where those teeth had sank in. Fingers flexed, scratched behind his ear, then carded- palm and all- once again through his flaxen hair.
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Every bit of contact, every inch of their unbroken connection burned it's way into his subconscious. Touch he knew that when night came, Peter would give his all to replicate and never be able to come close. It was the man himself, who'd done something, some magic- some spell that fit their edges together in a way too perfect to deny. One calloused hand remained at the curve of Jas' hip, an anchor, as the other flattened against the pirate's skin to smooth down his side, lazily gliding over the bare flesh of a thigh. Peter looked up through half-lidded eyes as his mouth found it's way to a nipple, lips closing around the pink bud and sucking softly.
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Jas shifted into the push of Peter's hand down his side, muscles flexing as if responding to some kind of spell cast from Peter's very fingertips. Shoulders pressed back against the wall, hips rolling forward, craving friction, contact as the touch moved over the bare of his thigh. Head resting back, a slow sigh was dragged from his mouth when that surprisingly talented mouth finally took focus on his chest. The sound was almost like a purr, James arching and exhaling, hand stroking down the wide expanse of Peter's back, gaze dropping to his face.
And god, but he was beautiful with cheeks flushed and green eyes darkened with wanton desire.
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As if in response to the sigh, Peter bit down slightly- not terribly hard but more than enough to pull a response. Hook had always made the most wonderful sounds and now was no exception- and even in times past, when the man would go off on tangets talking far too much about far too small a thing, Peter had loved the sound of his voice.
The thought made him smile against warm skin. Then just as abruptly, his lips released their hold, continuing their descent across the smooth plane of Jas's stomach. He paused at the curve of bone just above his waistline and his mouth latched onto the skin there, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as warm hands moved to wrap around the back of bare thighs, fingertips grazing the skin.
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Jas hummed with pleasure, eyes hooding as Peter slowly traced his way with warm lips and hot tongue down his torso. He wasn't an idiot-- he had a feeling he knew where this was going, and the thought alone was enough to send a bolt of heat straight to his cock. Of course, it didn't help that at that same moment the blonde latched to his skin, feather-light touches dancing over his hamstrings.
His right arm dropped, resting across Peter's left shoulder, fingers of the opposite hand carding through the curls of his hair. Hades, wasn't he fascinated by it? Soft as silk on his skin, shining as though the sunlight constantly shone down on it-- even in the shadowed corners of the church.
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The fingers in his hair sent the smallest of shivers up his spine.
Roughened hands came to rest on sloping hips as he trailed feather light kisses to newly exposed flesh. Lips dusting across warm skin and just faintly, he caught the rushing pulse underneath- Peter almost sighed at the feeling. Surely Jas wasn't as blind as to be oblivious to his own beauty. Complete, perfect, all consuming darkness and eyes as bright as day. Tempting and ensnaring. Peter had never been one to think much of God or the divine- not the way he'd heard mothers and fathers wisper of as a child- but in nights when he'd found tangled up in lust....
Jas's name had to be the holiest word to ever pass his lips.
Peter looked up wordlessly, green eyes seeking blue as slender fingers wrapped around his length.
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His chest seized up, tightening with a different kind of heat. Not the heady fuel of lust, which admittedly had him squirming and giving a low grunt when a band of fingers and palm curled around his shaft. Dark lashes fluttered briefly, mouth slacking to take a deep, slow breath, fingers tightening briefly as he fought for control.
Normally, even in situations as sexual as this, James was always in control. He called the shots, steered how the encounter went from beginning-middle-end. In most cases, it was simply a case of trust: Jas had none. For anyone.
Save Peter. The boy had ways, ways that Jas couldn't quite comprehend, of making him react in ways he wouldn't for anyone else. And now as no exception, pinned to a wall with the blonde on his knees. A low sound pulled from his throat, fisting fair hair gently, the almost-moan turning into a pleaded: "Peter."
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Rating; NC-17
warnings: kink (asphyxiation)
Characters; Adult!Peter Pan
all_butone & Jas Hook ironhookSummary; A church, seduction and... some realizations.
Log;
Jas Hook had a rather annoying habit for choosing the world's worst times to play games. First he'd been standoffish, then almost coy- both of which Peter had found positively adorable, and then, he'd decided to change the rules. Which irked the man to no end.
Still, he'd been generous to offer a clue, which was- really, more than he'd hoped for. Hook could be so infuriatingly stubborn.... Water and lights logically only meant one place at nightfall; someplace near the City's center. Without ever once moving faster than an idle stroll, Peter made his way to the fountain, scanning the various streets and alleys that surrounded him for any sign of his would-be companion. In daylight, the task was sure to be easy, but long after nightfall, distinguishing anything in the looming shadows was difficult at best.
Ah well. There was always the direct approach, and Peter smirked playful, calling out in a slow drawl. "Come out come out wherever you are~"
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In truth, Jas was reclined in the exact places Peter had been looking-- the mouth of an alleyway. Arms folded, hook cradled in the hinge of his elbow, ankles crossed, shoulder pressed against cool stone. He saw the now-man coming before his voice ever rang out, but refrained from saying anything right away. Though the reason for that was half because the sight of him left Jas speechless.
Typical how, even as an adult, he seemed to glitter and shine under the lights-- and his voice. Still that mischevious sing-song, but lowered considerably, holding that flirtatious drawl James definitely had not expcted. Inclining his head he shifted his weight and recrossed his ankles so his weight shifted to the other leg, hip jutting to the side.
"Are you watching closely?" Jas said in return, tone idle.
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The reply made him whirl around, though not the way he usually did. In the past, in their innumeral battles from eons ago, any bit of warning was crucial. More often than not, one of them was conducting a sneak attack of sorts- though never without someone or something intervening just in time to alert the other. And yet now, now Peter spun in a lazy circle, turning to the source of the voice.
Even with hyperalterness to the man's presence, to be unable to see him made a small part of Peter uneasy. Still, it wasn't enough to keep the amusement from his voice. "As close as I can. Why?"
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He couldn't help it-- his eyes raked a slow path from head to foot, and then back again. Beautiful boy-- man. It was unavoidable, obviously. No matter what happened, he would always be sunlight, wouldn't he? Jas wasn't sure whether to be jealous, angry, or relieved. His head inclined the opposite direction, but still he didn't move from the shadows.
"Not close enough," He hummed, and waited a moment, watching. This was Pan, but a new one, one who teased. Jas wasn't sure what to expect.
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Their banter was something he'd always enjoyed, and Peter took a step closer, hovering just outside the shadow's edge. He couldn't ever recall being afraid of Hook, always regarding him with a mixture of curiosity, amusement, and the occasional flare of anger- still, fear had remained alien to him. An emotion he experienced only with nightmares and even now, still a feeling he couldn't clearly recall.
Peter leaned forward a fraction, peering into the darkness with a bemused grin. "And what, exactly, am I supposed to see dear captain?"
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"What are you expecting to see?" The pirate shot back, lifting his chin a little, watching Peter closely. It wasn't as though James hadn't seen that particular smile before, but on an aged face, backed with a kind of coyness that hadn't been there before. Or maybe it was there, and just surpressed? Forget-me-nots narrowed as the thought flashed by, but he pushed it aside from the time being.
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The comment brought a snarky smile to his face, and brows arched at the challenge. It wasn't often that Hook was so secretive, so much so that it bordered on defensiveness- and Peter's interest had been piqued. "With you? I expect nothing and everything."
Lack of fear nonwithstanding, he still disliked being unable to see his...opponent, and the man chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully, for a fraction of a moment before correcting himself. "Are you coming out to play or not?" Just as easily, the smirk was back, and his head canted to the side with the tease.
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As if he could say no to a challenge, especially from Pan. But even so, Hook paused, just long enough for the answer to silently border on 'no', and only then did he move. His scarlet jacked shushed against the wall as he straightened, though his arms remained crossed, and he stepped forward. The shadows slid off his face like water, clinging to the corners of his eyes and the line of his jaw, where they never seemed to disappear. One eyebrow lifted as he paused hardly a foot from the other man.
"Well?" He prompted, exterior calm but for the impatience in his voice. James rather wanted to know the point to this little meeting. From the sounds of it, Peter had not wanted a fight, so the captain didn't see why the golden boy had been so persistant on finding him. Especially when he had so many others to occupy his time now. That fleeting thought made his lip curl, just minutely, and had him moving to stepped passed the man, if only so he wouldn't be trapped between a wall and a solid body with no place to go.
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Brows remained arched as the man walked past him. It was far too entertaining really, so see the self-proclaimed 'pirate king' looking....unnerved. If nothing else, Peter was feeling quite pleased with himself. Still, Hook had kept him on pins and needles for quite some time earlier that day- so after all, it was only fair to give him the same treatment.
He fell into step with the man easily, linking arms with him as he guided the other along. "It's a nice night. Lets go for a walk, hm?" A rhetorical question, as Peter has no intention of letting his prey go so easily, but there simply for the sake of politeness. "Why were you avoiding me so? It was a bit rude you know."
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He couldn't help it. His gaze lowered to their linked arms, staring, somewhere between bemused and alarmed, before blue eyes lifted without the slightest tilt of his head. There was no other explaination for the look but a wry sort of curiousity, and he chose not to answer the question. Why shouldn't he avoid him? All flirtation and sly glances, courting the girls and boys alike. It was a side of Peter Jas was not generally privy to. He didn't know what to do with it.
Therefore, he stayed aloof. Humour the boy-- it was like second nature by now, anyway. His face turned away again, posture stiff as he kept an even stride. "I thought you mustn't be touched," The pirate drawled, a venomous undercurrent lacing the cool mask placed carefully over each syllable.
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Throughout the day, Peter had seen his share of shy smiles and curious blushes, even a stutter or two- though they had all been innocent really. Wendy and Namine alone had been the focus of his attentions, and rightfully so. Shy and sweet, it was easy to dote on them, and besides, Peter enjoyed their company. As such, he hardly considered his behavior 'flirtatious', at least until Jas Hook had decided to butt in. At which point it had started as simple teasing. Peter's attempts to throw the man off balance when the game had turned into...something else entirely.
That 'something else' was what appeared to be acting as a buffer between them. Hook keeping a cool distance between them, that for some reason or another, only irked him further. Still, that wouldn't keep him from interjecting a few taunts of his own. It had been a long time since he's said those words- the phase that had all but been his mantra as a boy- no not be touched. Peter replied with a sweetened jab. "I thought you didn't play by the rules."
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"Rules," He said carefully, "Are meant to be broken." And, as if in tandem to his words, he pulled pointedly away from the distracting warmth of Peter's side. It was hard enough trying to keep his head on straight with Peter looking as he did and acting like he was without their arms coiled almost intimately together. He glanced, sideways, to his rival, not letting his gaze linger.
"Pirate. Remember?" And he folded his arms up again, a defensive gesture, one he didn't feel the need to use around Pan very often. One he found he had wanted to use more and more in the passed month as whatever it was that was between them continued to shift and change and come into focus.
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Peter couldn't help wondering, idly, if Hook had any idea that he'd just won the arguement for him- not that he was in any mood to point it out. After all, the man looked on edge as it was already, and the wrong jab could...well, spiral their conversation far from where he wanted it to be. He'd asked for Hook's company after all, teasingly or not, and Peter'd be damned if he gave it up so easily. It was...leverage of sorts.
"As if I could forget." Green eyes drifted ahead, taking in the sights as the pair continued their aimless stroll. What he intended to accomplish by it all remained beyond him, though the thought did far from bother him- and Peter arched a brow as Hook wrenched from his side. Curious indeed. Having decided that on occasion, discreation was the better part of valor, Peter said nothing of it, eyes instead refocusing on their surroundings as well as the large building that had come into view. A church? He smiled appreciatively. "I've always liked stained glass." Peter offered simply, before nudging the pirate playfully, in an attempt to pick up a new subject to tease him with. "So, does it feel any different?"
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Forget-me-nots lifted, unintentionally seeking out the cathedral and the stained glass Peter had just pointed out. A church. How long had it been since he set foot into one of those? In fact, thinking of it, the last time he had been anywhere near Holy Ground, he had burned the building that stood there in a fit of malevolence. The pirate's mouth thinned, annoyed for some unknown reason, before Peter's latter question was asked.
"Does what feel any different?" He asked, a slight snap to his voice. Just by the other man's tone he knew that the conversation was headed somewhere different, and most likely had nothing to do with churches.
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While his gaze had been fixed straight ahead for the past few minutes, the pirate's irritated tone moved his expression from placid calm to a bemused smirk. It really was too easy to get the better of him. Their steps had slowed as they approached the building, standing only a small ways from the entrance. It was as nice a place to stop and talk as any. Besides, he'd always sort of liked looking at churches. It reminded him of the orphanage- and though they weren't the best of memories to be sure, it was still his childhood, and there had been adventures even then. The thought brought him back to the present, and the question he'd just been asked in response to the question he'd prompted before. It was a victory, and Hook didn't even realize he'd lost.
Peter gave his companion a sideways glance, liquid confidence as he offered one of his trademark grins and he came to a stop before the church's large doors, hand resting on the surface to push it open. "Being found."
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Jas drew up short, as though he had walked directly into the massive oak door Peter had just eased open instead of stopping feet away from it. The comment, although short, hit hard, and it stunned him to speechlessness for a moment. True to form, however, he recovered, straightening spine and jacket as he did so. What a silly notion. Hook had wandered so far off the edge of the map that he thought it unlikely anyone-- even Peter Pan-- could ever truly 'find' him.
"You are ridiculous," The captain informed his rival, brushing passed him and entering the cathedral. Truth be told, had Jas been paying attention, he most likely would not have taken those few steps over the threshold. Although he would never admit it openly while in his right mind, the blackavised man didn't think himself worthy to set foot into a church anymore. But distracted as he was, Jas didn't notice until he was well into the foyer.
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"Indeed." Peter replied, feeling almost obligated to give his companion some sort of leg to stand on. Hook had been looking more and more unnerved as their evening progressed, and while Peter secretly delighted in in, flaunting such a thing would be counter-productive.
He smirked at that, watching the man bristle past him as Peter reached out to close the door after them- leaning against the building's entrance with crossed arms. It was hardly a defensive gesture, and instead something relaxed, as his head tilted to the side, watching the man with soft admiration and no small amount of studious intrigue. "I didn't realize I could make you flustered so easily."
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Jas made a rather ungraceful, derisive sound in his throat, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with that comment. Instead, he cast a glance over his shoulder at Peter, pausing briefly, taken by the picture the man made lounging against the door. Jaw tightening, he wrenched his gaze away, cursing mentally. Yet another reason he shouldn't be in the church, what with the slow-burn heat the fairychild was triggering in his stomach.
"What do you want?" He asked, finally, his voice clipped. If there was one thing Jas didn't like, it was not having control over a situation, and he was not fool enough to recognize when he had lost the upper hand.
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It was a rare thing, for him to have such an overwhelming advantage over the pirate, and Peter could feel the thrill of victory that coursed through his blood. Brows arched at the accusatory question, and the man straightened, rolling forward to stand straight, hands moving to rest on his hips- a mimicry of times past. He paused for a long moment, considering the man more than the question before shoulders relaxed and hands fell to his sides as he stepped forward. Pace leisurely and deliberate, green eyes locked on forget-me-nots and never once strayed as he made his way over, stopping only when the two were mere inches apart.
For so many years, the pirate had towered over him, seemingly impenetrable and now...? Now Peter had found a way in. Cocky smile ever present, his words were low enough to ghost across the man's lips, a honeyed drawl. "I already told you, all I wanted was your company- my captain."
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As soon as Peter started moving, Jas' attention had snapped back around, narrowed and suspicious. For a moment, it looked as though he had every intention of either dancing out of reach again, or lashing out. But then jade caught blue and Jas was frozen. Not once did his gaze stray, as steady as Pan's, though a great deal more wary-- at least until the man was close enough that Jas could taste his breath.
It was then, and only then, that his focus dropped, lowering from green to the movement of his mouth. Of course, then he realized what he was doing, and with a sharp intake of breath took a single step backwards, as if it might clear the heady heat that had suddenly closed over his body. "You're... hardly as innocent as you pretend to be." The captain retorted, though, somehow, the argument wasn't as firm as it should-- would have been.
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A brow arched when he stepped back, and Peter followed slowly. He had no intention of letting his prey escape that easily, especially when he was already so entirely in his grasp. The look on his face was intoxicating, and Peter continued taking slow steps forward- it wouldn't be long until he'd be backed into a corner at this rate. Against a wall with no where else to go. He nearly smiled at the thought; to be found. Peter was almost sad not to have gotten an answer, half curious as to what it must be like, but not willing to press the idea further- not when so many other tempting things demanded to be pressed.
"And you're hardly as ferocious as you pretend to be."
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That took his attention, a brief flash of scarlet in startlingly blue eyes as he once again forced his gaze from Peter's mouth to his eyes again. "You don't know the half of it," Jas said, his voice pitched deep, low and for Peter's ears only. But for his words, he continued countering Pan's advance with a slow, steady back pedal. This was, actually, the second time the golden boy had been able to force him into a retreat in the passed few weeks. But, as with the first time, he was too distracted to notice.
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If the glint of scarlet frightened him, Peter certainly didn't show it. Even now, Jas Hook wasn't enough to frighten him into retreat, and the point of no return hovered mere inches away; cold stone, and then end of their game of cat and mouse. "I think~" he paused, a wicked grin playing on his mouth as his attention focused on the pirate's eyes once more, holding his gaze. "That you are all talk."
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"You'll find out one day," Jas warned, although mentally, he hoped that would never be the case. To be perfectly honest, part of the time he wanted to be all talk-- at least where Peter was concerned. He couldn't quite figure out the reason behind that-- though whether that was a conscious effort or not, Jas was unsure. However, all these thoughts were drawn up short when, for the second time most recently, he felt cold stone against his back.
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When his body met the wall, the grin became a fully fledged victorious smirk, expression all but screaming 'I know something you do not.' How many times had their games wound up like this? All leading up to this pivotal moment, where one was meant to strike and claim the final victory- and where, ultimately, no conclusion was ever reached. Until now. "Really now Jas, sometimes, I think you want me to hate you. Is that it? Is that what you really want?"
Peter was tired of waiting. His victory had been delayed long enough- and the man leaned in close, lips brushing against the shell of the captain's ear as he spoke, breath hot against his skin. "You know, there certainly is a fair bit of sexual tension between us. Annoying, isn't it?"
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His jaw slackened just slightly, first in surprise at the question, and then at the statement that followed directly after. Those words coming from Peter's mouth, coupled with the dusting of breath as warm as the sun across his cheek, over his ear-- he couldn't stop the soft noise that lifted in his throat. It forced his eyes closed, lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones, left hand tightening into a fist to halt its movement as it drifted for Peter's hip.
Sexual tension? Good lord, to say the least. Though, Jas wondered if it had always been there. It... might explain a few things, that was for sure.
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Though he couldn't see the hand that reached for him, Peter felt it's presence more than anything else- hovering mere inches away...and he decided to close that gap. The man took a half step forward, enough to press Jas' body flush against his own, and Peter very nearly sighed in contentment. Is this the terrible gravity they'd been fighting for so long?
The smirk leaked from his lips to his voice, coming out a low purr as his hips rolled forward. "I can't hear you~"
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And suddenly Pan was far too close, all warm, wide body and liquid fire voice. Jas prided himself on his resilience, and he had been known to fight as long and hard as he possible could. But, time and again, he found himself bending to Peter's will. Why? But he couldn't answer his own question, or even give a coherent response to the other man. All he could feel was summer heat and the push of Peter's hips against his own-- slow-grind friction.
Following example, he closed the distance, hand fisting in the hem of Peter's shirt as his head tilted back against the wall. A low groan eased wantonly from his throat.
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Peter's chin tilted down as he nuzzled the man's neck, pressing a slow trail of hot kisses against newly exposed flesh. The sound that escaped did far from pushing that lazy grin from his face, and a warm hand came up to rest on the rise of his hip, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise. "Ah ah ah Jas. Use words."
Even now the cocky teasing remained, though the words came out a half-whispered growl as kisses moved from the captain's jaw towards his collar with agonizing slowness, and with a devious grin, Peter bit at the vulnerable flesh.
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"Go-oddamn teas-- ah," Any comeback was lost in the heavy exhale, arousal flashing hard and fast down his spine to pool in his groin and make his hips jerk forward. His fingers untangled from the shirt, instead curling to take purchase on the crest of his waist, holding tight, though it was difficult to tell whether he was trying to pull Peter in close or push him away. Somehow, it didn't take him long to reach a conclusion. Everything tightened, hand smoothing down to lock on his hip like a vice.
"You-- don't know what y-you're doing," He insisted, although it was clear by the way Peter kissed, the way he touched, that he had some idea-- somehow-- over how this worked. The minor detail was simply the who, not the how.
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That, he decided, was probably the closest thing to a confession that he would ever manage to pull from the man. Still, given the circumstances, and who this particular man was, it was really more than he'd hoped for. The firm grip at his side caught his attention before the accusation did, and though he kept their hips pressed tightly together, his back arched as he leaned away- putting just enough distance between their faces to let Jas Hook catch sight of an arrogant grin.
"Oh I must argue to the contrary because I know exactly what I'm doing. I am kissing you Jas. And by those sounds you made~? I am very, very good at it." And he dipped close once more, warm, petal-soft lips making contact as he kissed the man hard- fingernails dragging down his side.
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A snappy reply had been ready on the pirate's tongue as soon as Peter finished speaking-but they were swallowed and annihilated when the man swooped in and roughly caught his mouth. But even that Jas could have fought off, if necessary, gods knew he had before. But then Peter had chosen to claw his sides in the exact same instance, and it was so unexpected that all thought short circuited and he gasped openly against the other man's lips, back lifting from the wall, hips rolling forward without an ounce of control.
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Peter couldn't recall much about kisses. He knew he'd had his share, though he couldn't remember any of them in great detail. Phantoms of a past he couldn't recall precisely but was certain that lay behind him- but when he finally captured the man's lips, when he'd finally claimed them for his own, everything clicked firmly into place. It was a fire. A burning electricity that pulled them together, that always had- at every contact, every heated glare, venomous word, mischievious taunt, the clang of steel; a pull stronger than gravity between them.
What else could it be after all; that managed to crush them both, time and time again- only to realign their pieces right back where they'd started? A fine distance between touching; as thin the swords between them- and equally razor sharp. But now....? Now Peter could feel the heat pooling in his stomach and the surge of desire. Jas Hook had long since put up an admirable fight, but all good things had to come to an end- after all, he was not a child anymore.
The gasp was all it took, and Peter took the moment for what it was worth, tongue finding it's way into the man's mouth as he shifted his weight- using his hips to keep the pirate anchored to the wall as his hands moved to the front of his coat, working furiously at the clasps.
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Jas was many things, but he wasn't a fool. Yes, his mind could wander, and just as any other human being he could make mistakes, but a fool? Never. At least, he hadn't thought so until this very moment in time. Peter's kiss scorched him and blew apart any resolve that may have lingered, and it startled him so badly that, even had he wanted to, he wouldn't have been able to fight the other man off. But what made it completely mindboggling was-- it didn't feel wrong at all. As if every hateful word, every clash of steel, every vicious look had been leading up to this moment.
Sexual tension-- good lord. It had been, hadn't it? But-- the whole time? Jas couldn't believe his obsession with the boy could have been based entirely around such an animalistic thing.
Not that it stopped him from pressing back just as hard against Peter, though the gesture didn't lift him from the wall very far at all. The now-man had been strong in his youth, and Jas didn't doubt that, the way he was now, Peter could probably manhandle him into doing anything just as easily as he flipped open his coat. He canted his head, a low grunt lifting from his throat as he slid his tongue back alongside Peter's, good hand twisting into the back of his shirt, the flat of his hook pressing alongside his flank.
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Annoyance of a coat out of the way, his hands moved instinctively to the cloth underneath, fisting in the fabric- the last flimsy barracade between him and the smooth plane of Jas' skin. For all intents and purposes, they had been waiting for this moment. The final crux, the climax of their never-ending battle; and he'd never thought it would end in a collision of lips. The taste alone was intoxicating; everything kisses were meant to be in passion and fevor and meaning-
It was there that the haze dissipated, and Peter broke away for air, panting softly as green eyes focused on the fabric in his hands before tearing it haphazardly, pulling the remains away. Almost apologetic for destroying one of his shirts, Peter nuzzled the man's neck affectionately- placing a trail of delicate kisses across the gentle slope and pausing momentarily...only to bite down on the pirate's shoulder. It was sure to leave a mark of some kind, a bruised cresent, and Peter smiled at the thought. Marking territory- there were to be no questions afterwards.
Smug grin in place, the man looked up, green eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned in close once more to nibble at Jas' bottom lip.
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Annoyance flashed across the pirate's face as the silk of his shirt was torn, lust-darkened eyes flashing to the boy's face in silent reprimand. It wasn't as though he were short on clothing, but that was besides the point. However the matter was easily pushed aside when the kisses wandered, hot and explosive, down his neck. Chin lifting, he exhaled shakily-- only to release a grunt of surprise a moment later when he felt the unmistakable sting of teeth in his skin.
Once again the scolding look returned, one eyebrow lifting at the decidedly impish look in those jade eyes. He growled low in his throat, because that particular expression always set him off. Although at the moment, it was illiciting a different kind of reaction, and instead of his growl sounding threatening, it sounded more like a heated warning.
"You, are still a brat," He snarled.
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The scolding really did nothing more than fan his ego- and like all the times before, Peter rose to the occasion, kisses moving from the man's mouth to trace the edge of his jaw. "And you," he murmered lazily "still want me." One rough and calloused palm pressed flat against his chest- lingering there for a long moment to savor the feel of a steady heartbeat. It was such a small thing he'd so often taken for granted, but now it was as if his every sense had been sharpened to it, acutely aware of the man's existance in every intimate detail. Peter wondered, idly, how he'd already memorized so much of him.
Still, the dangerous glint had never left, and Peter looked up to meet Jas' gaze steadily, almost daring him to move as his hand turned, the fine edge of a fingernail biting into flesh. Almost a taunt- and Peter knew he'd always been frightfully good at getting away with things. Hesitation was abandoned a second later as the lone fingernail raked it's way down the pirate's chest; and Peter abandoned his studious observation to follow after the red line left in it's wake- tongue darting out to lap at sensitive skin.
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He turned his face towards Peter's as he spoke against his jaw, fingers uncurling from his shirt to lift and relocate, sea-worn palm flattening to the small of his back. And, Hades, he had always known the boy was sunshine encased in tanned skin, but feeling it against his finger tips when violence wasn't on his mind-- this was a new kind of experience. And then he looked up, drilled that same cocky look into Jas' eyes that the pirate had memorized with the idle tease of a scratch, and Jas briefly though that he might never be able to look at that expression again without thinking of this.
"You--" His sentence broke with a gasp when the slight-pain was followed by a gentle tongue, a low sound stuttering from his chest, and with a sudden flare of arousal his hand once again moved. This time, it fisted into the golden curls of Peter's hair, yanking him back up, pushing with hips and body to reverse their position against the wall. Follow through, and for a second they were flush together, shoulder to toe, Jas' mouth against the curve of his ear.
"You are mine," He stated, no room for argument, and the hook of his right hand lifted, slicing clean down the centre of Peter's shirt without so much as a nick to his flawless skin.
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For as many years as the two had been fighting in circles around eachother- Peter knew to expect some form of retaliation. Not because he had any doubts that this was indeed, what the man had wanted, but because Jas Hook could never not be in control of anything. A detail Peter had never failed to flaunt as often as humanly possible, and one he thought he'd been doing an able job of avoiding- at least until fingers fisted in his hair and yanked him up.
He nearly flinched, but remained silent as they shifted, chin lifting as he leaned against the wall to watch the pirate, carefully noting every detail. Would he change the rules again? Were they to start fighting their old, familiar, unending battles? There was a chance, after all, that the man was merely buying time to charge at his properly. It was impossible to be sure of anything- until the hook came, and Peter found one of his favorite shirts split down the center. At that he arched an eyebrow, hands falling to rest on either side of Jas' waist as he spoke. Peter had never been fond of being claimed, by anyone, and though he was not nearly as sensitive to such comments now as he was a boy- it still irked him for reasons he couldn't explain. "Really now? Hn~ Well captain, I suppose we'll just have to see about that." It was sweetly worded, but a challenge nonetheless, and though the pirate may be under the impression that he was now in control, it was only a matter of time.
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"No. We won't," He responded easily. In truth, Hook knew how much Peter didn't like it (though he had yet to discover exactly why), and that was really half the reason he continually reminded his rival of it. But if he were to be entirely honest with himself-- he truly believed it. Peter was his, just as Neverland and everything in it was his-- something he was willing to share, if necessary, but in the end belonged, was connected to him. Though, James Hook had always, even as a boy, been possesive. Especially over things he cared about.
The hook moved, tattooed arm flexing as it dug into the wood off to the side of Peter's ear, out of the way, momentarily relishing in the wary look he saw flicker in jade eyes. But rules, or whatever was left of them, and now been ripped and smashed and were so scattered that Jas couldn't recall them at that moment if he tried. Was it really so important, anyway? Rules were meant to be broken, after all.
A calloused hand flattened beneath Peter's navel, then smoothed up over his abdomen, following the line of his ribs before settling just to the outside of his shoulderblade, caught between warm skin and soft material. Forget-me-nots fell half-mast and he leaned in again-- chest to chest-- to trace a series of open-mouth kisses from the curve of his jaw to the corner of his mouth.
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The contact illicted a soft sigh, and the once-boy let his eyes slide shut, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. There was a strange sort of pattern to this dance- they way they circled eachother, fierce and demanding, calculating and dominating- and then suddenly a breath of calm, the eye of the storm. His hands moved once more, unable to stay still on such a vast expanse of unexplored territory. One moved to encircle his lower back, keeping the pirate still, and close; while the other reached up towards his shoulder, fingertips grazing across his skin as the skimmed down Jas' arm, idly tracing the tattoo there.
There was much of him that remained a mystery- perhaps on both their parts, and though some part of him had always wanted to know, wanted to ask- Peter had no qualms with delaying his questions. In favor of better timing of course, when the sight of the man wasn't so entirely mesmerizing. His head tilted, just enough to bite at the shell of his ear and one slender leg slipped between the man's thighs.
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His arm flexed under the feather-soft touch of Peter's fingers, the idle trace of the ink that stained his skin with his old school's crest, and briefly in that moment Jas realized how much still remained uncovered between them. Layers of secrets folded over with game and denial and-- He was distracted by the press of solid heat against his groin, the pull of teeth against his ear, and with a sound pulled from his throat, Jas pressed into it. A slow push against the knee braced between his thighs, a heady friction that sent a shudder down his spine and forced his grip to tighten against tanned skin.
Peter's mouth was at his ear, but lifting his chin, nudging his rival's cheek with nose, Jas caught the man's mouth with his own, pliant and open-mouthed. Fingers flexed, then flattened and pulled, erasing the space between them again, as though it didn't belong there-- or as if it never really had been.
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He didn't think he would ever tire of hearing the sounds Jas Hook was capable of making. Even in his efforts to prove otherwise, the man was soft and pliant- and Peter had every intention of exploiting it, every- last- centimeter. It looked entirely innocent, arms lifting to tangle themselves around the pirate's neck as their mouths found eachother once more, meeting with brusing force and seeking nothing less than to steal the very breath out of him.
His tongue demanded entrance, lapping at the man's own as nimble hands stole up to the clasp on Jas' shoulder. It was a delicate undertaking- and a kiss was the best distraction he could off. He knew he would only be able to go so far without being noticed; so Peter worked quickly, disassembling the straps that held the infamous hook in place as he moaned into the other's mouth, leg shifting just so.
And just as quickly the task was complete- and Peter pulled the straps away as lips curved into a smile.
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If there was ever an individual who could distract James from everything to focus attention in one singular direction-- it was Pan. Gods knew how many times the boy had demanded-- purposefully or not-- his attention, and received it without a blink of an eye, without a thought to anything else. For all intents and purposes, this was no different, therefore it was no surprise that Peter easily got one up on him-- especially when he moaned that way and moved this way--
But as soon as he felt the release of tension, he jerked back with a gasp for air, momentarily confused-- until he realized what Peter had done. Then, immediately, his eyes widened, panic coiling in his gut and he wrenched away, left hand slapping to the dangling leather and wood in a feeble attempt to keep the weapon in place. Idiot move-- absolutely idiot. How could he have even begun to think this was anything other then a new game, a new play for dominance? Fleetingly a look of betrayal and almost-hurt flashed across his face before his expression shuttered, cold, offended.
"Bad form," He whispered harshly.
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That wounded look was the last thing he'd expected. A fight perhaps. A blow, an annoyed remark, a severing of contact- but not that...that look in his eyes. Perhaps the most unnerving thing was that Peter himself couldn't understand why such a move had warrented it. Hands lifted and fingers lost themselves in black curls- nostalgia lingering at the edge of his thoughts before he leaned in to press soft kisses to the other's jaw.
"Oh?" he murmered, lips making their way to his neck. "How's that? You're as good a man with it as you are without it."
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"That has nothing to do with it," James hissed, turning his face away from the peppered kisses, expression carefully guarded, hand tight against the now-useless straps. Peter's comment was confusing, if nothing else. Despite assurances from those in the City, Jas Hook still couldn't understand why-- or how-- anyone could label him a 'good man'. But the stripping of his hook, that metal appendage that was so part of him; it was like the grown boy had finally succeeded in stripping every last defence Jas had erected over the years. It made him feel naked. Weak.
He tried to slip away a second time.
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Hah. That was a lie. His actions alone proved that it had everything to do with it- and now he was pouting; which was simultaneously cute and bothersome. While it had been Peter's intent from the getgo to finally have the man at his mercy, he hadn't expected such sensitivity over what Peter had regarded as nothing more than an idle accessory. It wasn't the metal attachment that made Jas Hook who he was, and under normal circumstances, he was certain the pirate could still put up a more than decent fight. Still- it preturbed him to see the man bothered so- at least until he'd attempted to escape, and Peter's leg lashed out to wrap around his ankle as he leaned forward, rolling them to the side and pinning the captain to the wall.
"Ah ah ah captain. So eager to leave me?"
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James blinked when he was against the wall again, left arm braced between bare chests, still resolutely holding onto the harness, his hand the only thing keeping it up. Expression hard, he regarded Peter coolly, letting his accusation sit between them heavily. Forget-me-nots flicked down, as low as they could go with his being trapped against the wall before lifting to meet bright green again, a challenging ‘once over’.
But what Peter probably didn’t know, was that had he been anyone else, James would have had his good hand tight around his throat squeezing and choking the life out of him for even trying to take his control away. It was one of the few things Jas hated, and admittedly feared, in life: loss of control. He didn’t handle it well at all. Jas didn’t take his hook off in front of anyone, save his first mate. It was, after all, a handicap—though Jas did not see it as such anymore.
And with that thought, a frown creased his brow, because when it came down to it, Jas had always assumed Pan would be no different. That he would turn on the boy and throw him down and kill him, just as he would anyone else. Yet here he was, holding the harness, staring at him silently, waiting.
But waiting for what?
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: A creased brow, and Peter felt the knot in his stomach ease. That much he could understand, the need for control- because it was an urging he felt just as keenly himself. After all, so much of Neverland was an extension of himself, every part of the island bending to mold in accordance with his mood, his desires. Until Hook had come- and even that was because Peter had wished for him. At least....he assumed that was how the pirate had come. It didn't matter anymore really.
He leaned forward, dismissing the wary glare entirely only to kiss him once more, savoring the sensation. How had they both managed to go so far alone- and not realize how much sense this made? When Peter pulled back once more, their noses bumped- almost as if he were afraid to stray too far. One warm hand reached up to cup the man's cheek, studying his face for some secret sign or clue- that perhaps Jas had known this all along. Instead a soft laugh left his lips.
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Peter kissed him, and once again took Jas by surprise by the tenderness behind it, by how quickly they could go from flared tempers and biting words to soft breaths and possessive touches. Eyes slid shut, and remained that way, even when Peter pulled back, though not without a parting nudge. Even the hand against the rough of his jaw couldn't coax those forget-me-not's open, he turning just slightly into the palm, an exhale ghosting across the white-sliver-scars decorating his wrist. Funny how this softness was there underneath the vicious clang of metal and icy words and man-handling.
Funny how the warmth of Peter's chest against his arm, the soft of his mouth, this closeness didn't feel unusual at all.
It was the laugh that forced the pirate's gaze open again, sharp onto Peter's face. Fingers flexed against leather straps and he swallowed once before murmuring: "What is so funny?" in a voice that he had intended to be much harsher than it actually was.
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Where childish arrogance had been before, a charming smile was left in it's wake, and the man's expression softened at the words. Normally it would be a taunt- some carefully placed barb and defensive manuvering- all things that seemed entirely foreign in the small space they'd created. Lips brushed against the corner of Jas' mouth tenderly. Peter had been many places in his life, that much was beyond reproach. From his own family, to the orphanage, from one set of lost boys to another, and at last to Neverland- to the one person who hadn't ever left a window closed to him. And Peter couldn't help wondering how he'd missed it.
Couldn't help wondering at how this feeling wasn't like the others. How it wasn't that burning physical attraction he'd expected, but something so much more... Something he didn't dare put a name to.
One hand still held against the man's cheek, the other reached up to brush against the pirate's own, against the fingers still holding tightly to those leather straps. "Let it go Jas. This is where you belong."
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This time the quiet panic was more obvious, sharp in the creases of his eyes, stealing his breath and tightening his muscles. But where the fear stemmed from, Jas didn't know. It could have been any number of things. But as he mentally shuffled through each with swift percision, each new fear seemed as unlikely as the last, or simply could not be applied to Pan, until he was left with nothing but the very thing Neverland had made it so easy to sugar coat:
Feelings.
And it wasn't as though Peter was confessing anything with those few words he spoke, but it was like that embarrassed squirm he felt when Kitty told him she cared-- just ten times worse, ten times deeper, ten times more important. Let go. Let go and everything was going to change, Jas knew it. All he could do was stare motionless into emerald eyes, searching for-- something. Safety? Reassurance? Acceptance? Everything and anything he never thought about anymore.
Then, slowly, like a startled animal, his grip on the harness started to relax.
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He'd almost thought that he wouldn't do it. That it was too big of a leap of faith for Jas Hook to even fathom, much less comply with- but he had. Which was so much more than he'd expected, and something akin to gratitude and pride and joy curled in his chest and Peter felt lighter than he could remember feeling in years. Like being a boy again and without thought his body rose a fraction, ready to take flight the way he hadn't in so long-
But that too was cut off, as he crushed their mouths together, arms reaching up to wrap around Jas' neck, bare skin pressed to bare skin.
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Jas startled even himself when his grip on the weapon relaxed and it started sliding off his scarred and tattooed arm. But there he was, distracted again, startled as Peter jerked just that slightest bit into the air. Hardly that far, and truly, anyone else may not have noticed. But Jas Hook was hyperaware to everything Peter Pan, and a surge of something scored his chest--
A clatter against tile, metal and wood and the hush of leather as abruptly the harness was dropped in conjunction with the demanding kiss. Jas huffed, but without the hook, strangely enough, it was like some kind of release. His left hand came up, tangling into the golden shine of Peter's hair, right-bare-arm crooking around his waist to lock him in tight. A cant of his head, a harsh sigh and Jas nudged his face to Peter's, demanding access to his mouth with a sly tongue.
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In that instant, nothing registered. Not the distracted look on Jas' face, not the clatter of the mental appendage against the floor. It was inconsequential with Jas' body so intoxicatingly close- all consuming, and the world around them must have fallen away, attention narrowing to the few places they could make contact. The only thing that mattered. Lips parted to grant the man entrance, as his hands jerked away- flying to the pirate's waist once more and coming to hover at the edge of his pants.
Peter had never been a patient creature, and now was no exception. Eyes squeezed shut as he moaned into the kiss- and Peter could feel his heart start to race. It wasn't nearly so simple as desire- as want. It was need; to possess, to belong, to claim- and he wouldn't wait any longer. Jas Hook could think what he will afterwards, make their little tryst into something trivial, something small to be forgotten- and it was entirely likely he would. A detail the man pushed out of his mind at the feel of fingers in his hair.
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Sea-roughened fingers flexed into silk curls, tightening almost painfully before smoothing, following the curve of his skull to the base of his neck. There he squeezed again, his whole hand closing around the back of Peter's neck, before continuing downward over the smooth expanse of his back. Perfect, flawless skin-- a drastic difference to his own, scarred with age and sea and battle and torture. Peter moaned and Jas growled softly in response, arching from the wall to get closer, hungrily swallowing the sound to keep in his chest as his own. In truth, Jas wasn't thinking of what would happen after this, and barely of what came before-- all he could focus on was smooth skin and pale hair and the stuttered tattoo of Peter's heart against his chest.
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Impatient fingers worked at the clasp of the pirate's pants, hands fumbling where they were usually skilled and the man tore away for air, breath coming in soft gasps. He wished there were a way to speak- to say even half the things that fluttered through his mind as he pulled the breeches away, lips falling to press opened mouthed kisses to Jas' chest, biting at the flesh right above his heart. An attempt to lay claim to something he could never hope to reach.
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As soon as the kiss broke, Jas was gasping for breath, crown tilting back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed to mentally follow the heated trail of kisses down his chest. Fingers danced back up over his ribs, along bicep and across the dip of his shoulder to curl behind an ear. The bite illicited a hiss, Jas dropping his chin to glance down-- and he didn't fail to notice exactly where those teeth had sank in. Fingers flexed, scratched behind his ear, then carded- palm and all- once again through his flaxen hair.
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Every bit of contact, every inch of their unbroken connection burned it's way into his subconscious. Touch he knew that when night came, Peter would give his all to replicate and never be able to come close. It was the man himself, who'd done something, some magic- some spell that fit their edges together in a way too perfect to deny. One calloused hand remained at the curve of Jas' hip, an anchor, as the other flattened against the pirate's skin to smooth down his side, lazily gliding over the bare flesh of a thigh. Peter looked up through half-lidded eyes as his mouth found it's way to a nipple, lips closing around the pink bud and sucking softly.
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Jas shifted into the push of Peter's hand down his side, muscles flexing as if responding to some kind of spell cast from Peter's very fingertips. Shoulders pressed back against the wall, hips rolling forward, craving friction, contact as the touch moved over the bare of his thigh. Head resting back, a slow sigh was dragged from his mouth when that surprisingly talented mouth finally took focus on his chest. The sound was almost like a purr, James arching and exhaling, hand stroking down the wide expanse of Peter's back, gaze dropping to his face.
And god, but he was beautiful with cheeks flushed and green eyes darkened with wanton desire.
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As if in response to the sigh, Peter bit down slightly- not terribly hard but more than enough to pull a response. Hook had always made the most wonderful sounds and now was no exception- and even in times past, when the man would go off on tangets talking far too much about far too small a thing, Peter had loved the sound of his voice.
The thought made him smile against warm skin. Then just as abruptly, his lips released their hold, continuing their descent across the smooth plane of Jas's stomach. He paused at the curve of bone just above his waistline and his mouth latched onto the skin there, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as warm hands moved to wrap around the back of bare thighs, fingertips grazing the skin.
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Jas hummed with pleasure, eyes hooding as Peter slowly traced his way with warm lips and hot tongue down his torso. He wasn't an idiot-- he had a feeling he knew where this was going, and the thought alone was enough to send a bolt of heat straight to his cock. Of course, it didn't help that at that same moment the blonde latched to his skin, feather-light touches dancing over his hamstrings.
His right arm dropped, resting across Peter's left shoulder, fingers of the opposite hand carding through the curls of his hair. Hades, wasn't he fascinated by it? Soft as silk on his skin, shining as though the sunlight constantly shone down on it-- even in the shadowed corners of the church.
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The fingers in his hair sent the smallest of shivers up his spine.
Roughened hands came to rest on sloping hips as he trailed feather light kisses to newly exposed flesh. Lips dusting across warm skin and just faintly, he caught the rushing pulse underneath- Peter almost sighed at the feeling. Surely Jas wasn't as blind as to be oblivious to his own beauty. Complete, perfect, all consuming darkness and eyes as bright as day. Tempting and ensnaring. Peter had never been one to think much of God or the divine- not the way he'd heard mothers and fathers wisper of as a child- but in nights when he'd found tangled up in lust....
Jas's name had to be the holiest word to ever pass his lips.
Peter looked up wordlessly, green eyes seeking blue as slender fingers wrapped around his length.
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His chest seized up, tightening with a different kind of heat. Not the heady fuel of lust, which admittedly had him squirming and giving a low grunt when a band of fingers and palm curled around his shaft. Dark lashes fluttered briefly, mouth slacking to take a deep, slow breath, fingers tightening briefly as he fought for control.
Normally, even in situations as sexual as this, James was always in control. He called the shots, steered how the encounter went from beginning-middle-end. In most cases, it was simply a case of trust: Jas had none. For anyone.
Save Peter. The boy had ways, ways that Jas couldn't quite comprehend, of making him react in ways he wouldn't for anyone else. And now as no exception, pinned to a wall with the blonde on his knees. A low sound pulled from his throat, fisting fair hair gently, the almost-moan turning into a pleaded: "Peter."
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