Forgetting Neverland

 

Wendy shivered, naked and freezing and wishing for some warm clothing. The ice had started to gather on the water and she could see her breath in front of her. She was so worried about Peter; she was sure Hook was doing something horrible to him again. And Peter had confessed he was not likely to survive the next attack he threw at him. Wendy hung her head and sobbed.

The door burst open and Hook walked in, making his way over to Wendy.

“Good evening my dear. I’m sorry I kept you waiting.”

“What have you done with Peter?”

“Why, Peter’s fine, darling. We just needed to have a talk, man to man. He needed to confess some things, I needed to confess some things.” Wendy stared at him.

“What sort of things?” Hook leaned closer, is terrible grin widening.

“Secret things. We men do have our secrets, you know. If you are going to grow up and marry one, you should know that. And Peter Pan…why, he is the most secretive of all. But there’s only one little problem, my dear. You shan’t be marrying Peter Pan.”

“And why not,” she spat. Hook’s face was now dangerously close to hers and his voice dropped to a deadly whisper.

“Because he belongs to me. He’s given himself to me, my dear.”

“You’re lying!” Hook stood aside, where Peter stood, unbound, nearly naked, staring straight at Hook.  Hook beckoned for Peter to come closer, which he did.

“He was interested with you at first, my dear but his interest grows wary. The boy wants to be a man but not for the reasons you think. You see, he has agreed to stay here with me.”

“No,” Wendy said softly, staring at Peter. Hook pushed Peter’s hair out of his eyes and stroked his cheek. Very slowly, taunting Wendy, he leaned forward and kissed him. Hook’s arms explored Peter’s body while Wendy watched, horrified. Peter kissed up and down Hook’s neck and Hook moaned in longing.

“Oh my dear boy. Put your mouth on me.” Never taking his eyes off of Hook’s face, Peter lowered to his knees and unfastened Hook’s breeches. Wendy yelled at him to stop, to wake up, to snap out of it but Peter’s mouth enclosed around Hook’s engorged cock and Hook’s head dropped back in pleasure.

“Yes…yes, Peter, you magnificent boy.” Hook’s hands went to Peter’s head and guided him as his mouth pleasured him. Wendy couldn’t see anything through the tears streaming down her face. Seeing Peter with Hook was far worse than seeing him being nearly beaten to death. Peter wasn’t fighting it. He wasn’t resisting…he was willingly showing intimacy to his hated enemy and that was the ultimate betrayal to Wendy’s heart. Hook released himself all over Peter and grabbed him forward to kiss him.

“Oh, my dear sweet boy. Now say it again. Tell me what you said a few moments ago out on deck.” Peter cast a quick look at Wendy, something in his eyes. Was it fear? Apology? Wendy didn’t know, she couldn’t see it because she was crying so hard. But she heard the next words that came out of Peter’s mouth and it tore her heart to shreds.

“I love you, James.” Hook yanked Peter forward and claimed his mouth. Hook picked Peter up and slammed him against the wall right next to Wendy, still kissing fiercely. Hook broke their kiss to unlock Wendy and allow her to fall to the floor. Wendy lay there in tears for a few moments, covering her head as if attempting to shut out the world. But she couldn’t shut out the terrible sound of them kissing. So she stood up, her face tearstained and red, and looked straight into Peter’s eyes.

“I loathe you, Peter Pan!” And with that she burst the door of the cabin open and ran out into the cold night air.

“Wait…Wendy, please, wait,” Peter called after her, running to bring her back but Hook grabbed his arm and held him back.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Fuck you and your tests, Hook, I’m going to apologize and tell her I love her!” Hook spun Peter around and kissed him again but this time, Peter fought and bit down on Hook’s tongue. Hook stumbled back, clutching at his mouth but he dove at Peter again, knocking him to the floor.

“Let me go!”

“You’re mine, Pan. You want to be a man? I’ll make you a man.” Hook pulled Peter’s arms back behind him in a throbbing position and leaned down and kissed down Peter’s back. Peter did his best to throw the pirate off but Hook was much bigger than he was and right now he had the upper hand. Hook grabbed a piece of rope lying on the floor and quickly tied Peter’s hands together. Holding the rope with his hook and using his other hand to caress Peter’s backside, Hook edged closer to the squirming boy. Realizing what was happening, Peter started tossing his head back and forth and screamed Wendy’s name. Hook shoved him forward so that his round ass was raised in the air for Hook to admire. Hook sucked on his finger for a moment then inserted it into Peter’s tight hole.

“Please… no,” Peter whimpered into the floor. Hook smacked the globes of his ass and left a red handprint there. Without any warning, Hook plunged into Peter, drawing a blood curdling scream from the boy. Peter felt like he was being torn apart as Hook drew out and thrust back in again. Hook’s steel hook caught Peter’s back and dragged all the way down his spine. Peter hissed at the pain, doing everything he could to get away.  Hook pulled his hands further back, causing his muscles to feel like they were on fire and his back to arch even more. Hook continued to plunder him again and again, riding him fiercely. Peter’s blood and tears ran across the floorboards, as he felt like his body was broken at last. With one last thrust, Hook emptied himself inside Peter and shoved him forward onto his stomach. Peter lay there and sobbed, the first time he cried so much in front of Hook. Hook started to dress and stared down at Peter’s shaking body. He was about to speak but was cut off by someone rushing into the room.

“Cap’n…the girl…” Peter looked up and let out another scream, having nothing to do with pain of the body but it was pain of the heart. A soaking wet Wendy was limp in Smee’s arms, her face pale and her lips positively blue. Smee lowered her on the floor in front of Peter and he was immediately on his knees, at her side.

“Wendy? Wendy, please…please wake up. Oh god, Wendy, please don’t be dead.” He looked up at Smee, his eyes streaming. “What happened?”

“She jumped overboard. One of the men spotted her and jumped in after her. Don’t know how long she was in the water but it’s below freezing out there…” he trailed off, looking miserable.

“Fetch the warmest blankets you can find and a pail of water. The boy can tend to her,” Hook said, walking out of the cabin. Smee left immediately and was back in minutes with a pile of blankets, a bucket, and some clean cloths.

“You must keep her warm boy, but make it gradual. Apply friction as much as you can. Apply cold water at first. Try to wake her up. We can help her more if she wakes up. I don’t know how long she was in the freezing water—“ his eyes caught Peter’s and he quickly left the room. Ignoring his screaming body, Peter did as he was told. He rubbed the cold cloth all over her and rubbed her hands with his own. He piled blankets on top of her and kissed her lips again and again. A few hours passed and she showed no improvement. Weeping, he leaned close to her ear and spoke to her in a shaky voice, “I know you hate me. I don’t blame you in the slightest. Hook said he’d let us go if I agreed to it. I should have known it was a trick. But if you die because of me, I’ll kill myself, Wendy. I love you. I’ve never loved anyone so much…I’ve never thought of leaving Neverland, til I met you. You can’t die, Wendy. You can’t leave me here. Please, my darling. Please wake up.”

Peter draped himself across her body and his sobs were muffled by the blankets. His heart, body, and soul were broken. He could do nothing but cry. He stared at her face, begging for her to open her beautiful eyes. He ran his fingers across her frozen lips, his warm hand rested on her pale cheek. Peter told her his story, from beginning to end. How he had run away to Neverland and had never loved anyone but himself. He had just started to doze off when the door opened and he instinctively threw himself on top of her to shield her. Smee and Hook stood in the doorway and both stared down at Wendy.

“No sign of improvement?” Hook’s question stunned Peter but he shook his head miserably.

“We’re coming to port, where we can take her to a surgeon,” Smee said, kneeling and feeling her forehead.

“You’ll stay on board, while Smee will take her in,” Hook said in a low voice. Peter didn’t care who took her, as long as someone could save her. He heard a man announce ‘land ho’ and Smee bent to pick her up. Peter lifted her gently and placed her in the pirate’s arms.

“Save her, Mr. Smee,” he said softly, his eyes on the limp girl. Smee nodded and rushed out, Hook shutting the door behind them. Peter pulled his legs to his chest, lowered his head on his arms, and cried himself to sleep. 

 

 

****I want to thank you guys for reading--this started out just a fic I wrote for myself but then thought I'd like to share. As you can probably tell, this is a mixture between the 2003 movie starring the yummy Jeremy Sumpter and the Disney film. Please feel free to leave comments. Thanks again! :-) ******