#lostboytold

How many times they've done this dance, Hook couldn't even tell you. Peter gets captured, Peter escapes, the cycle continues.

But this time would be different.

Thanks to his network of intel bolstered by the recent revelation of the portals, Hook finally managed to get the spritely lad back on his ship, stripped of his clothing and tied to a support beam in his private quarters. Everything according to plan.

"You're a tricky little thing, Pan," taunts Hook, circling around the prone, naked young man like a predator going in for the kill. "No matter how often you escape my clutches, I always get you right back where I want you. But I'm afraid I've not been quick enough to take what's mine, not usually—"

He reaches out to take Peter's delicate chin into his hand, fondling the soft, dewy skin under his heavy thumb. Gorgeous. Too bad he couldn't keep his mouth shut half the time.

"I know you want me, Pan. You act as though you're repulsed by me, but that's a lie to us both. You run from me," he purrs, "because you're afraid I'm right. We could be so good together, you know... don't you want to do this? Pillage and fight by my side? And then, once the battle is won, we retire to my bed, where I ravage your sweet body—"

His face inches closer to Peter's.