A Bunch of Hook/Pan Oneshots

Name: Pederast's Hell
Pairing: Hook/Pan
Rating: NC-17 (ish?)
Warnings: chan, slash, gore, and general disturbing weirdness
Yes. This was quite strange. But it's Purim, the "Jewish Halloween", so whatever...

"And here comes the part where you're forced to grow up, Pan." Hook said, positioning himself.

"I think I want to," the boy's voice sounded disturbingly saccharin. Hook shuddered when he looked down at the impish smile, but discarded the image and thrust in.

"Ooh!" the child giggled and shifted toward him to take more in. Hook was astonished. Where was the pain, the screaming, the blood? Ignoring his qualms, he decided to enjoy the lack of struggle. He finished soon enough, avoiding looking at the inanely good-humoured expression plastered on Peter's face all the while. He felt himself slackening inside the boy's tightness, and tried to pull out. Peter's legs latched onto him around the waist immediately, however.

"Not so soon! I want to feel good too." The legs were incredibly strong, and Hook noted with uneasiness that this wisp of a human being was inextricably attached to him, around him in more ways than one.

"What in the bloody hell are you talking about? Let go!" Hook was dismayed to hear a hint of discomfiture betrayed in his voice.

"Just a bit more. Just until I feel as good as you."

Hook rolled his eyes. This was unheard of. "What do you suppose I should do? I'm finished..."

"Use your hand," Peter said, guiding it to his pathetically undeveloped genitals.

"I'd rather use my hook, at this point," Hook snickered, but began stroking away. The boy was awfully persistent, and it was easier to comply. A puny erection was soon produced, but nothing more, no matter how hard Hook tried to vary the speed and pressure. The boy was smiling contentedly for what seemed like an eternity.

"How long do you want me to do this, you crazy nymph?" Hook had grown frustrated.

"Until I feel as good as you did."

Hook's hand left its task. "You're not even capable of it. I don't know what I'm doing wasting my time with your childish demands..."

"Don't stop!" Peter giggled malevolently. Hook felt desperation at being trapped inside this demonic little beastie. Anything to get away from the infernal chortling now.

"Shut up," Hook cried. "Just shut up!" The child burst into a whole new set of giggles and shifted his hips up and down, rubbing himself against the captain's thighs. What would have brought Hook such perverse pleasure before was now nauseating and frightening.

"Let me go, I tell you!" the man growled, but to no avail. Hook's claw embedded itself deep into Peter's guts, lashed out with the desperation of a trapped animal. The child stopped laughing, but the smile remained on the lips like a sickly residue. He raised his head from the bed with a swan-like grace, examining the fatal wound.

"It's a good thing you didn't hurt your own cock like that!" the high-pitched voice uttered the foul words with frightening blitheness. Hook felt his blood run cold as Peter's raucous laughter sounded again. He would have considered disfiguring himself if only he knew it would guarantee escape.

"Come now, why did you stop? It felt good." Peter's puckish eyes belied the innocence of the entreaty. Hook was shaking with nauseous fear, realizing that he was unable to rip the claw back out of Peter's abdominal cavity. What had been a gaping hole had healed in the matter of seconds right over his metal appendage. There was little left to do but to obey the child and curse whatever started this cascade of events-- now vague and forgotten. He considered calling for help, but the space around the child and bed was strangely vacuous, the two of them locationless-- in unfathomable solitude. Stroking, rubbing for hours it seemed-- until Hook was sure the skin would begin to chafe off. His own palm was blistering, and his thighs were burning from the boy's occasional whims to rub his backside against his detainee.

"How long must I do this?" Hook sobbed in exasperation.

"Until I grow up enough to feel good," the boy announced, full of horrifying glee. The boy who would never grow up.

A/N: Hook's nightmare? Hook's hell? It all came to me in one of those early morning dreams, so that's my excuse for this travesty of a phantasmagoria.