Wedding Night

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Title: Wedding Night
Pairing: Hook/Wendy
Rating: NC-17
Category: Het, non-con, violence, H/C and a little more or less implied slash
Summary: The wedding, that's the end of the story. the beautiful girl gets the boy and they are going to live happily ever after. No one really expect the villain to re-enter at that point, but sometimes he does.

Thanks to japanpeterpan for beta-help.

Wendy stood by her bed, her new bed, and nervously plucked at a corner of the sheet. The crisp linen felt both soft and stiff under her fingers. You were supposed to be nervous on your wedding night. After all, it was the first time for so many things, even though the scariest of them were to happen now, as soon as her very new husband opened the door from his room. Her mother had talked about the wedding night, and on the whole it sounded both dreadful and perhaps quite nice.

It was silly to be so nervous, she thought. They had known each other for so long, playmates, friends, the marriage had been the logical last step. Surely she loved him, even if she sometimes found herself longing for someone else. Not that she ever had cared for anyone. They were foolish, those thoughts, just memories of forgotten dreams no doubt, but disturbing nevertheless. So now she was standing here, waiting. The maid had helped her undress, and then re-dress, in the flimsy, frilly robe and nightgown that was befitting for a wedding night. Her hair had been brushed and brushed again, and for once not braided for the night but falling heavy down her back.

When the door opened she jumped a little, but she didn’t turn around. Later Wendy wondered why she hadn’t been alarmed at once. The steps behind her were soft, but should they really have been so heavy? She recognised them and she knew his scent, but they weren’t those of her husband, however familiar they were to her. She was caught in the circle of an arm, strong and unyielding and she was firmly pressed against the chest of a man taller and broader than the man she had expected. Wendy was still not alarmed, not yet, because it was so utterly impossible that the man embracing her was the man she knew he was.

“You are dead,” Wendy said straight out in the air and the man behind her chuckled. She could feel him bow his head, his hot breath wafted over her neck and her skin was tickled by a moustache. He spoke, his voice husky and soft, exactly as she remembered it.

“No one ever really dies in Neverland. I was just- absent, for a while.”

“Peter…”

“Is still alive and well, unfortunately. I will get to him one day, I’m sure. Meanwhile, I have got you. I’m a bit surprised though, my dear, that you concern yourself with him, when you must have noticed which room I am coming from."

That was when Wendy became afraid, when things became real for her.

“What have you done to him.”

“Not much. Yet.”

He spun her around and Wendy saw that he looked just the same, as well. She had forgotten one thing, though. She had forgotten how blue his eyes really were.

"Have you come here to kill me?"

Hook smiled. "Not at all. It would be very satisfying to rip your throat out, but it would be too quick. You have cost me too much, my beauty, to get away that easily."

The hook touched her face and then smothered away a curl. "Look at you now. All grown up, and married already. No wonder, perhaps, I'm sure many were eager. I'm sure the boy in there was very eager for this night. I am sorry to say that it will be quite different from what you both had envisioned."

Hook's hand dug into her arm and he led her into the other room. "Let's have a look at him. He is probably quite worried about you by now."

The room were filled with men, all of them staring at her. Wendy blinked, they were the pirates, she recognised them all, and there was her husband, bound and gagged, and staring at her as well, with desperation in his eyes.

"Slightly," she whispered and Hook glanced at her, looking somewhat enlightened. He dragged her with him, closer to her husband and with the hook under Slightly's chin to raise it, he could look him over properly.

"A Lost Boy, I see. Grown-up, but still a Lost Boy. The nearest you could come Peter Pan, was it, Wendy? I never thought you were the kind that went for second best."

"I didn't!" Wendy's voice was louder than it had to be, and she clasped her hand over her mouth, because she heard that the denial was too strongly emphasised to be believable. Hook heard it as well, and he laughed.

"Whatever you say."

He turned away from Slightly and the pirates, so Wendy was almost facing them. The men looked expectant and she tried to side-step a little so Hook's body would shield her from their leers, but he wouldn't let her.

"There are some rules, Wendy, and you will do well to listen to them. You will do exactly as I say, and no one will get hurt." He paused. "No one will get hurt more than they have to. Most importantly, you will not scream. Whatever happens, you will not open that pretty mouth of yours and yell. Understood?"

Wendy nodded. Hook sounded amiable enough, but underneath the softness of his voice she could hear a threat that was by no means empty.

"Excellent. You," Hook turned his head toward Slightly. "You will look carefully now. First, because this will be the closest you ever get to your little wife, and I'm sure you want to savour the look of her. And secondly, because what she is going to do now is something I'm sure will be an useful lesson for you."

Wendy felt a bit sick. The implication of Hook's word started to sink in, and with it she become more frightened.

"No please, don't." Her voice trembled badly and Hook raised an eyebrow and looked at her with an air of mock surprise.

"No please don't what?" He looked over his shoulder at the pirates and made a pretence of thinking her words over. "If you mean don't strip me naked and take me in front of my husband and all your men, please Captain Hook, no I wont. I'll grant you some privacy for that part of the evenings entertainment. I don't want all and sundry to leer over my property, you see. Now. Kneel."

She dropped to her knees readily enough, though her bewildered face told him that she didn't understood why. With the long hair flowing down like a cloud around her and the white nightclothes she looked very vulnerable, and very young, she really wasn’t much more than a child still. Hook felt himself tremble a little in anticipation. He had had plenty of time to think about the things he would do to her and now he was more than ready to take his revenge a step further toward completion. He let the hook trail the outlines of her face, watching with satisfaction how she did her best not to flinch and not quite succeeding.

"Sweet innocent little Wendy. It's almost a pity, isn't it? You won't be so innocent when I'm through with you, I'm sure." The tip of the hook touched the corner of her mouth. "I see that you still have the hidden kiss, and as it has to be freely given... well, I guess that it will never be mine. But everything else will. Rest assure that I will own every inch of your body, apart from that silly little kiss."

Hook shook himself from his musings, he could hear a slight tone of regret in his voice, and that would not do. Wendy's eyes, made even more luminous of unshed tears looked up at him in confusion and fear, and that was exactly how he wanted her. He unbuttoned his breeches, revealing his hardening cock and her eyes grew even wider in dawning comprehension and increasing fear.

She made a movement as if to rise and Hook bent down and gripped her throat to keep her down. The hook touched her lips again, slipping between them, and she parted them, to avoid being cut. The sharp point slid further in and she opened her mouth even more and Hook smiled in satisfaction.

"Just so, my dear." Still with the tip of the hook resting on her tongue he pushed in between her unwilling lips. "You will take it all in, and you wont even think of trying to bite me, because then something much sharper will bite him." Hook inclined his head toward Slightly and Wendy could see the glint of a knife in the hand of one of the men who held him. The Captain withdrew the hook, shifting his grip to wound a handful of her hair around his hand. He pushed in further and Wendy gagged over the intrusion, moving her head back in an effort to get away.

Hook lost his patience, in a swift thrust he reached the back of her throat, and he could see the panic in her eyes when she found that she couldn't breath properly. This was sweet, better than in his dreams, and he thrust harder, increasing his pace without regard for the distress of the woman on the floor. She was crying now, but if she had thought that would make him more compassionate, then she was sorely mistaken.

Wendy made an effort to balance herself against the violation of her mouth by placing her hands on his thighs. The panic subsided a bit when she realised that she could take shallow breaths through her nose every time he withdrew. If he only had let her adjust a little, but the relentless pounding left her no time to get used to the smooth, hard length that assaulted her throat. This was horrible, she had never, in her wildest dreams, thought that a man could do this to a woman. Despite the uselessness of it she begun to struggle, only to find the hand twist even harder in her hair, and the hook forced her chin up, making it impossible to move her head away from him. The organ seemed to swell and harden even more and then she heard his voice, sounding oddly strained.

"You will swallow, remember that girl. Swallow every drop," and Wendy had time to wonder what he meant before Hook went even deeper and something filled her mouth in spurts and Wendy was sure that now she would choke and she swallowed desperately. It was salty and sticky and it was hard to get rid of it. Hook let go of her abruptly and she slumped down on the floor, crying harder, and swallowing again and again. It was hard not to throw up, but she was sure that wouldn't go down well with Hook if she did. Hysteria welled up in her and for a fleeting moment she imagined the shocked expression on his face if she would befoul the gleaming leather of his boots. Once again Hook buried his hand in her hair and brutally wrenched her to her feet. Wendy almost cried out, but remembered not to, at the last moment. Hook watched her with satisfaction and then he turned toward Slightly, and an odd smiled appeared.

"He certainly didn't seem to mind watching this, did he, Wendy?" He gesticulated with the hook towards Slightly's crotch and Wendy could see the rather obvious sign of arousal. "That's a man for you, my dear. He would have loved to do what I did to you. Wouldn't you think that a nice, decent man like him would be put off by your tears?"

"You weren't," Wendy whispered.

"No. But I'm not nice, haven't you noticed? Shall we proceed then? I'm sure my men will keep your husband entertained." He grinned briefly. "Well, the opposite, rather, I guess."

Still with his hand in her hair Hook led Wendy back to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

"What are they going to do to him."

Hook looked at her, his eyes glittered in amusement. "Oh, this and that. Remind me that I will have to show you exactly what, at a more appropriate time." He released her hair and pushed her toward the bed. "Sit down."

Wendy did as she was told, giving him a nervous look. Hook looked rather thoughtful, and then he reached into a pocket for a small flask that he handed her. Wendy dutifully drank and found that the rawness of the alcohol erased the lingering taste of his seed. The aftertaste of the rum was surprisingly pleasant, and a warmth remained in her body after. Hook drank himself before putting the flask away, providing a handkerchief instead.

"There, there," he said, carefully dabbing away her tears. "It wasn't that bad, was it? You did it so well, and I'm quite pleased with you. You did as I told you and you didn't scream. Just remember that, and you will see that it will be nothing to fear."

The caress and the soothing words calmed Wendy. Perhaps the worst was over. After all, they were alone now. Perhaps he had just felt the need to prove himself in front of his men. Wendy could remember him drying her tears before, offering sympathy and understanding and she had thought him quite the gentleman. She had trusted him then and though he had used that trust cruelly, Wendy choose to forget that for the moment. Deep down she knew that Captain Hook had never felt that he needed to prove himself for anyone, but she was scared and the comfort he now gave her, was the only one she could have and she clung to it.

Hook leaned forward, his hand slipping into her hair again, but this time his finger gently massaged her head, easing away the soreness he had previously caused her. He kissed her cheeks, her eyes and then her mouth, and Wendy didn't turn her face away. He kissed her again, pressing his lips more firmly against hers and she let him do that too. She halfway expected him to forego the pretence of gentleness, but though he kissed her without hesitation, he did so slowly, and Wendy found that she enjoyed it a little.

He sat down beside her on the bed, and she turned her face and looked at him. His blue eyes seemed honest enough, and she let herself drown in them, almost hypnotised by the deep colour. He kissed her again, his hand moving over her back in small circles.

"So there," he purred. "You like this, don't you?"

Wendy nodded, somewhat hesitantly. It did feel nice, his hand was warm and small ripples of pleasure spread from it through her body. It was wrong, this wasn't the way it was supposed to be, but it was not unpleasant.

"I can make it up for you, Wendy. I can do it in a way that boy couldn't come near." He was kissing her throat now, lingering over the marks his fingers has left earlier, then down, cupping on of her breast in his hand an kissing that as well, making Wendy shudder by the new sensation this unexpected touch brought her. Hook pulled back a bit.

"Undress."

Wendy did, blushing while she stood up and removed the clothes. It was hard, standing naked before the ironic gaze of Hook, while he looked her over, deliberately slow.

"Turn around." That was worse, not seeing what he looked like when he watched her. Wendy nervously clenched and unclenched her hands and it was almost a relief when he ordered her around once again. She remained standing in front of him, while he continued to caress her and little by little she relaxed again and things began to feel more than nice. A tension started to grow inside her, pooling low in her stomach and when his hand went between her legs she had to put her hands on his shoulder to support herself.

"Do you know what this is, Wendy" Hook's voice was so low that it was almost a whisper.

"N-no."

"This is called seduction." While he spoke his hand continued to touch her and the sweet tension in her womb continued to grow, almost aching, making her want, though she couldn't tell what she wanted. "I'll touch you like this and you will be my willing slave. I can make you beg- if I want you to."

Hook manoeuvred her so she was kneeling, facing the elaborate iron bars over the head of the bed. Wendy could feel the mattress dip behind her as he moved closer to her again. His hand guided first one, then another, hand to grip the bars and she followed his lead, though she had started to shiver, in fear or anticipation she really couldn't tell. Once again the hand slid down, delving into the slickness between her legs and she pressed herself against it, without thought if this was appropriate behaviour or not.

The blunt side of the hook traced her body, rubbed over her nipples and while his thumb still moved, feeding the ache, a finger slipped into her. It hurt, but it hurt good and Wendy could not withhold a small moan , and the ache was suddenly transformed into a throbbing release, that shook her and made her grip the bars even harder.

"However, my beauty, that is not what I want. I want this."

And as the last wave of her climax rolled over her, the hook came down, tearing into her back, breaking her skin in a deep gash, and despite his previous warnings, Wendy screamed.

Hook stopped, leaning closer to her. "You are forgetting yourself, my dear. Do we really need to go through the rules one more time?" The hook ran down her back, but didn't cut. "One; Do as I say. Two; No screaming. Screams attract attention. You understand that I couldn't care less if someone comes or not. The question is, are you willing you endanger the lives of those who would come for you?"

He kissed her neck, and Wendy shied form his touch, only to be stopped by the hook that pressed gently into her side. "I'm not done with you, not in the long run. So, now tell me, you will not scream again, because?"

Wendy closed her eyes, desperately trying to win a few moments, but the hook pressed harder into her. "Because it will get worse."

"Indeed it will. What will I do?"

"Start to kill people."

Hook smiled, Wendy could sense that he did, she could even imagine the smile, the flash of white teeth and how the smile crinkled the skin around his eyes slightly, making it look so much more good-humoured than it actually was.

"You are such a good girl, Wendy. So bright, grasping the facts so quickly, not like the dolts I usually have to deal with. You will not scream again. You can pray, or beg, whatever you like, I quite like to hear your voice after all, just no screaming. Do we understand each other?"

Wendy nodded, not trusting her voice. She know how to be a good girl, didn't she, and now she wouldn't scream, however much she wanted to. Hook moved slightly away from her and when the hook came down on her again she bit into her own arm to stop any noise from coming out from her mouth. The small pain her teeth caused her, was at least somewhat distracting, but not nearly as much as she could wish.

The hook came down again, and again, and in between Hook touched her again, stroking her as tenderly as before and in the pain odd flashes of pleasure came and went. She bit herself harder and her skin broke filling her mouth with the taste of blood. Another taste, another one she didn't care for, but the iron flavour of blood was something else to think about, something to distract herself with. It was foolish to think it could make her ignore her back though. That pain burned, she had not counted how many times the hook had lashed it, but when Hook stopped, she hurt from shoulder to waist, an inferno of pain. Wendy could feel the blood running down over her buttocks and legs and she wondered if this shouldn't render her unconscious. That would be a relief, but even if she felt a bit dizzy, she did not faint.

Hook watched his handiwork with pleasure. The lashes, neat and deep, lined her back just the way he wanted them. His arousal almost pained him now, and as he wanted her conscious for the next part, he decided that it was enough. He got up from the bed, there was really no need to mess up his coat with more blood than necessary. He quickly removed coat and waistcoat, noting with satisfaction that Wendy didn't try to move. Her knuckles had turned white from gripping the bars and her head had slumped forward, the long hair touching the mattress, but evidently she had got that he hadn't told her to release her hold.

When he kneeled beside her, nudging her legs apart she murmured something, though the words were lost to him. Hook leaned forward and turned her head so he could see her profile.

"You were saying?"

"Please no more. Haven't you done enough?"

"Not nearly. Every inch of you I said and I will keep to that." Wendy turned away her head, but he forced it back with the hook. "Keep still. I want to look at your face."

With that he finally plunged into her, without hesitation, and without remorse.

Wendy didn't scream, but she couldn't stop a whimper when entered her, tearing her. It hurt, she felt that it was unfair, couldn't the agony her back caused her be enough. Hook's hand on her shoulder kept her in place when he drove into her, but after a while it really did feel a little better as her body grew somewhat accustomed to the invasion. Her neck cramped from the awkward way she was forced to hold her head, and she closed her eyes. Hook's blue eyes burned her mind almost as much as his hook on her skin had burned. It was no use, cold steel pressed into her throat and Hook growled in her ear.

"Open your eyes and look at me." Wendy obeyed, staring up in those beautiful eyes that held hell, and saw his triumph. She started to beg then, just a stream of words that didn't contain more than a string of please and stop and she continued to say it after he had thrust into her a last time, spent himself with a groan and then finally letting her go. This time she couldn't keep her grip of the bars, she opened her hands and slid down on the bed, finally finding a respite from Hook as she passed out.

He watched her for a while, frowning. It seemed that he had carried himself away a little too far, she bled far too freely still. If left unattended she would be dead by morning. That would be a pretty picture, her cold, white body and the horrified faces of her family when they found her, but he was not finished with her yet. There were other things he wanted to do, and in the seclusion of his cabin she could scream as much she wanted. Hook wouldn't mind that, not when he could be sure that they wouldn't be disturbed.

He sighed in irritation, but he had to do something about the blood, before it was too late. It was quick work to shred the sheets, dressing the wounds so it would hold until they got back. He waited until she moved a little and then he forced another mouthful of rum into her. Wendy coughed, but some colour came back to her face. Hook left her on the bed for a moment, opening the door to the other room.

"We are leaving." He ignored the disappointed murmurs from the man currently occupied with Wendy's husband, but gave Slightly a contemptuous glance. He had probably not fared much better than Wendy, and that was a satisfying thought, indeed. "See to it that he is securely bound, and gag him again."

When he returned to the bed Wendy was fully awake, watching him wearily. Hook crouched down beside her, so his face was level with hers.

"I was going to be merciful and kill that too grown Lost Boy, but as you did scream once, I will leave him alive. You may think that's a blessing, but it's really not. He will have to live with this, as will you." He took Wendy's hand and slid off the wedding band, throwing it away without regard for where it landed. "You won't need that anymore."

He rose, wrapping his coat around her before he lifted her up. She was surprisingly light and for a moment he became afraid that she would turn into air in his arm. He clutched her harder and the small moan of pain that brought him, made him smile. She wouldn't get away this time. No more rescue for Wendy Darling. No more flying boys with swords and smiles. Just Captain James Hook, for now and all eternity.

The End