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Light Grasping Darkness	By : LotornoMiko Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2819 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Once Upon A Time fandom. I make no money off of this fic of the Once fandom.

Chapter List
- 1-Light Grasping Darkness
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- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
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Sex with Emma Swan was exactly what Hook had always known it would be. A wild experience, like holding a bolt of lightning in your arms. No shy and timid miss, Emma was a red hot blaze, setting him on fire long before she had ever purposefully set out to seduce him. Hook had wanted a taste of her from the moment they had first laid eyes on each other, Emma with her long blonde hair, and form fitting clothing. And every moment that passed since then had sizzled with awareness, Hook finding she wasn't just pretty, but had a sharp, cunning mind, and a hardened shell around the tough exterior of her heart.

Emma wasn't just to be admired. In Hook's eyes she was to be held, to be touched, tasted, fucked. And if the circumstances had been right, if Hook hadn't had his heart engulfed in a grief that had lasted for several hundred years, he might have even considered Emma perfect for loving.

But Hook hadn't had use for love in years. Hadn't wanted it in forever. He had all but let his heart die the day his beloved Mila had been killed, Hook ceasing to live, to thrive, existing instead for one and only one purpose alone.

Revenge.

Hook had let himself become a shell of the man who had once love life. A man who had been in the pursuit of pleasure in all it's finest forms. He had gone from a hedonistic life style, to a man possessed. Driven by only one need, desperate for it, needing relief from it and the memories that haunted him.

His grief was a cold companion to his revenge, Hook tormented by what he had lost. By who had been lost, Hook angry whenever he thought of the life denied him and Mila. Their dreams of a happily ever after destroyed, Hook wanted to do the same to the man-the monster who had been the ruin of all Hook had held dear.

Rumplestiltskin.

A coward who had grown big feeding off other's fears and misfortunes, revenge seemed all but impossible when up against the power Rumplestiltskin now had. And yet Hook hadn't been able to rest, hadn't been able to give up thoughts of revenge. He'd spend something like three hundred years in Neverland's waters, letting it's magic extend his youth and life to an unnatural length. Using the time Neverland granted him to plot, to seek out and find the things rumored to be able to defeat the being Rumplestiltskin had become.

All quests turned up nothing, the leads going cold. There was no one and nothing that had the power to destroy the Dark One, no power or talisman, no spell or enchantment. Or so it had seemed, until the day Hook learned of a dagger. A dagger told to him by the Dark One's own son.

Of course Baelfire hadn't known just who he was betraying his father too, when he so innocently slipped and spoke of the dagger. But then Baelfire wouldn't be the first, or the last person Hook would use, in his never ending quest for revenge. So many faces come to him now, Baelfire's, Smee's, Aurora's and Belle's. Even the two queens, but the one Hook focuses on the most is the fierce blonde who is currently wrapped tighter than a fist around him.

She feels more than amazing, any words Hook could think of to praise her falling short of Emma's true glory. Radiating warmth and light, working Hook up to a frenzy, she is a tiger against him. Clawing apart his shirt, her nails scratching at his skin, while her teeth bite down on his shoulder, Emma bleeds him and it only makes Hook harder.

His body thrumming with power, he pistons into her furiously. Hook knows she will be sore, that the inside of her thighs and her back will bear the bruises of this sizzling encounter. But any attempt by him to slow down and gentle his actions, is met with resistance from her, Emma clinging to him, writhing. Actually digging her heels into his ass, trying to force him to keep up that relentless pace under the guidance of the pressure of her feet.

Hook's sure every word uttered is some kind of curse, the two of them both raspy toned and breathless. Emma's keeping them pressed as close as possible, shifting only at his urging, and only long enough to allow a mere sampling of her breasts. She seems to thrive on the constant feel of their skin pressed together, and truth be known so did Hook. As much as he enjoyed her breasts, there was something equally satisfying to feel them squishing against his chest, with her pebbled nipples rubbing against his.

Hook can't stop kissing her. It doesn't matter where, a moment on the cheek, a lifetime on the lips. Her throat already so bruised from his earlier abuse, gets even more, Hook biting and sucking, finding her pulse point, and laving his tongue over it. Finding it's tempo is almost as frantic as his hip's movements, and equally as wild.

Somewhere, a moan is torn out of him. Emma is moving in new, unexpected ways, rolling her hips in a circular motion. It is different from the steady up and down thrust bounce of their bodies, lessening but not crushing the climax that has been building inside him. His balls already swollen with seed, tingles in new ways, Hook biting at his lip a second before Emma does the same.

Their eyes meet in that moment, and it's not love or like, or even desperate, animalistic need that stares back. The lust that they are feeling, the euphoric feeling they should be building towards, is instead colored by something darker, something devastating. Emma looks at Hook and sees her coming death, and Hook is unable to do anything but feel regret that his actions have led them to this.

"Sorry..." He whispers, and the pirate is actually ashamed. "I'm so sorry..."

Emma doesn't lie and tell him it's okay. Or that she's fine with it and forgives him. Neither does she scream and strike out, or break down in tears. She'll play the hard ass to the end, no braver person than she, as Emma faces down death in order to buy the others' time to escape.

Hook wishes it wasn't so, wishes he could do something more than give her these desperate stolen moments. But the compulsion inside him, the commands given to him by the ones who hold the dagger, are ever present and strong. Regina and Cora want him to kill this woman, to kill Emma AND her family. Hook and Emma's desires hold the compulsion at bay, but have not defeated it. It waits for it chance, waits for Hook to slip, and for the Dark One to come forth. To fulfill orders given, to hunt down and kill, to be without mercy, and above all a tool of the Evil Queens.

The frustration he feels, has the pirate slamming his hook into the wall. The paneling creaks and splinters around the silver tip, allowing the hook to penetrate into the wood. Hook's cursing, railing against the fates, against his own foolish, reckless, STUPID actions. Hating that he had been so quick to find and use the dagger, a weapon he hadn't even properly researched, let alone learned what repercussions it's use would have.

Hook had grown used to using people. To hurting them. In a life lived only for revenge, it had been cruel but absolutely necessary. There was little that was considered going too far, everything from switching allies at a drop of the hat, to taking a princess heart, fair game. He had lied, connived, tricked and manipulated, used and been used himself. Why the very nature of all his relationships had been about such things. From Regina, to Cora, even Emma had been about using. About deceit and betrayals, about doing whatever it took to get to the point he could finally kill Rumplestiltskin.

Emma wasn't an innocent in this either. She had been just as quick to use and betray him, a fact that hadn't made Hook hurt nearly as much as admire her. She was very much like a pirate, holding her own code of honor. Loyal to those she let in and deemed worthy, Hook had most assuredly not earned her trust. And though he HAD been angry with her, for backstabbing and leaving him on top of the beanstalk, Hook couldn't claim she was entirely wrong in doing that. Not when Hook's own loyalties had been fast and loose, the pirate looking out only for himself.

And now here he was, not only regretting, but wishing there had been some other way. Wishing he had stopped and considered his revenge complete, after the princess Belle was cursed into forgetting not only who she was, but her love for Rumplestiltskin. Wishing that had been enough of a blow against Rumplestiltskin, wishing he had ignored the grief that had still flowed through him, regretting thinking his pain and suffering would stop if he could just do something even worse to the monster.

But the revenge hadn't been enough, hadn't hurt Rumplestiltskin enough, and Hook's pain and torment had remained. Hook had wanted to fill his empty heart with something other than pain and misery it constantly felt, had actually thought if he killed Rumplestiltskin, he'd finally feel relief.

But Hook had been wrong. Again. Killing Rumplestiltskin hadn't made Hook feel anything, not relief, not peace, not even satisfaction at a job well done. The familiar ache had remained, Hook wondering if anything but oblivion would end his torment. But before Hook had been able to turn and raise the dagger in on himself, the power had hit him. Power so immense, it nearly brought Hook to his knees, magic running rampant INSIDE him. Stomach churning, blood on fire, a stabbing pain spreading through him, Hook had somehow managed not to scream. He endured the magic that was rollicking within his body, changing him, making him into something else, and he hadn't understood. Hadn't even after his name, his REAL name, Killian Jones, had inscribed itself onto the dagger's blade.

He doesn't quite remember when the full realization hit, but when it did? Hook had screamed. Not so much of terror, but of full out despair. A rough broken cry, that was equal if not worse to the scream Hook had let out the day Mila's heart had been ripped out of her chest, then crushed before his eyes.

Understanding that he hadn't had before, hit him then. Hook felt the power of thousands coursing through him, all the knowledge and skill of the Dark Ones that preceded him. Chief among that understanding, was this. That magic came with a price. It ALWAYS came with a price. A price Hook was paying in spades, having worked the worse kind of magic, for the worst reason, and with the worst emotion in his heart. Death plus revenge plus hate made a most potent combination, with few if any more powerful than those three combined.

Hook had become what he had hated for so long, what he had hunted and obsessed about. He had become the monster, had Rumplestiltskin's voice in his head. The pirate swore he could hear Rumplestiltskin laughing at him, Hook screaming anew, the dagger dropping from his hand. Hook fell to his knees then, dry heaving in response to his despair, his horror at his curse. Life immortal was no gift to one who had lived for the day he could finally die.

Life resumed around him, Hook aware of shouts, of fighting. In some ways it had never stopped, everyone battling, jockeying for position, trying to kill, trying to protect, attempting whatever it took to come out on top. Then they had fought for Hook, for the dagger he had dropped, and he still hadn't understood! Not until Cora had snatched the dagger off the floor with her magic, not until she ran curved nails over the name-Hook's name, engraved in the metal.

Hook had felt that touch like a sharp caress on his soul, and the words that followed, Cora speaking his name, enslaving him as the Dark One, making him hers to command. It had felt like a chained leashed around his neck, one that grew tighter and tighter the longer Hook resisted her commands. Hurting but not killing him, not even letting him pass out to escape the pain.

He had seen then what his life would be like, what he would always be. Just a slave, a tool for the queens to use, an extension of their will. And their first awful command was to order the complete and total annihilation of their enemies, the Charmings. Cora had spoken each name with relish, painting magical targets on Snow White, Prince Charming, and Emma Swan's back.

Hook's horror was no worse than the Charming family's own. They had been prepared to fight, until they saw Hook battle against the command. His own hesitations had bought them time, the family taking off running, the queens snarling and screeching in outrage. Hook remembers Regina slapping him with her magic, Cora wielding the dagger, repeating that awful command. Over and over, until Hook could resist no more, and he had HAD to move, to pursue the family with that deadly compulsion guiding his every move.

He had gone after them with killing intent, but holding the wish that they knew something he had not. That they would be able to not only stop, but kill the Dark One, the monster that Hook had become. But it had become readily apparent that they did not, and not even Emma's lusty manipulations could hold the monster at bay forever. That she could at all, was amazing, but Hook wasn't think on what it really meant. On what she could someday mean to him. He wasn't thinking on love, wasn't wishing for kisses that could break curses. Why would he, when he had seen what Rumplestiltskin had had, and had wrongfully assumed that Belle, who had loved him, hadn't been able to transform the Dark One back to human.

Hook wasn't thinking that the dark magic inside him had recognized something in Emma. Something that Hook himself wouldn't have wanted to believe in. He wasn't thinking in the potential of love, or for happily ever after, and certainly not that of true love's kiss. If he had even just the slightest hope, love would have had room to maneuver, to be nurtured. It would have done more than just distract the Dark One, it would have stripped him free of any murderous commands.

It wasn't, and he wasn't, and for the first time in forever, Hook felt ready to cry. To weep and grieve for someone other than himself and Mila, to hold regrets that weren't purely selfish. Hook looked at Emma and he was truly sorry, and knew his feelings weren't enough, that his apologies weren't going to save the day.

And she was okay with that, her own eyes wet with tears, as Emma reached up and cupped Hook's face with her hands. Such tenderness wasted, for Hook felt he didn't deserve her kindness, or her acceptance of what he had to do. He fought her as she pulled him down for a lip biting, soul touching kiss, her gasp being swallowed up by Hook, as his body tensed, then pumped forward three times more, seed flowing out of him in an eruption of liquid warmth.

She was greedy for it, Hook feeling Emma's body spasming. Quivering and convulsing, Emma's own climax working to draw out Hook's, to make him spill every drop he had inside her. Groaning, Hook let their bodies reach the natural conclusion, touching his forehead to Emma's, and listening to her panting breaths.

Hook wanted to stay like that forever, Emma held against him, with his cock buried as deep as it could reach inside her. He didn't want to think what would happen once he pulled out, once the compulsion kicked up in strength. He didn't want to think about having to kill her, didn't want to see his hands red with her blood, or see the life snuffed out of her. Hook didn't want anything bad to touch this moment, or the moments that followed, and he actively fought Emma when she began to squirm free of his arms.

"Emma, dont.." Hook started to say, and nearly gasped himself when she dropped to the floor. First assumptions had Hook thinking Emma had tried to stand on her own too soon, but the hands reaching around his cock vanished that and nearly all thoughts from his head. For Emma was not only touching him, she was bending her face over the crown of his cock, licking at the still wet head. It wasn't just a tentative lick, it was a bold out and out tasting, Emma firmly laving her tongue over as much as it could cover in one stroke.

Hook's body tensed, the man staring down at her in disbelief. He had fantasies about her doing this, but had never expected it to be this easy. But there she was, the glorified savior of Storybrooke, on her knees and licking at his cock. Cleaning it with her tongue, making him tingle anew, and then surge to life in a way it had never done before so fast. Hook wasn't sure what the hell was going on, if this was another facet of the Dark One's magic, but he wasn't about to let it go to waste. And neither was Emma, judging by the positively wicked look she gave him, a moment before she took him into her mouth.

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To Be Continued...

Went a little paranormal romance there at the end. What I mean is, in most if not all paranormal romances that I've read (And I admit I haven't read nearly enough! XD) it seems when the male is a supernatural being, he has an amazing or ZERO recovery time before he can get hard again. So I took to the notion that the Dark One, wouldn't need a lot of time to recover, especially if his woman started doing sexual things to him right away. XD

Anyway...had a lot of trouble with this chapter. I knew what I wanted, but it's like I couldn't get it written down right. On my livejournal, I actually have posted the first attempt at starting this chapter. But I felt it wasn't reading right, was lacking. The chapter still doesn't match up to what my initial thoughts were...but I like it anyway...

Though I feel like I should issue a warning, and I hope no one stopped reading for fear one of them is going to die. They're not, you just have to keep reading for when I get to the part with how they get around or stop the command he's been given.

Though now I'm worrying for how to handle next chapter, and if it will have a lot of smut in it or not. This had SOME smut in it, but it feels like there was more thoughts and some stuff about the past revealed. But not as much as I wanted...so I might as well explain it here. Clearly this deviated from the show at one point. The way I've been writing it, Hook did shoot Belle and cause her to be cursed to lose her memories and love. But nobody ever went to New York..so no one knows that Neal is Baelfire and Henry's father. Some things got a little blurred, cause Regina and Cora do go through Belle's purse, and find the dagger map, then "ditch" Hook. But then again deviates from the show, because it was all a trick, a manipulation on their part, to get him to find and use the dagger, and become their Dark One slave. This part I really want to somehow get to explain in the fic, I thought for this chapter, but I couldn't get it to write well. So hopefully a future chapter...

I'm hoping for next chapter, to get a thing mentioned about how the place Hook teleported him and Emma to, is actually his bedroom on the Jolly Roger. So yeah, in this storyline, Emma's never been on the ship yet, so can't possibly recognize any part of it.

I don't know if I'll try to start four tonight. I've been working on this chapter since like ten am...it's really frustrated me and it's almost six pm now. I still have to proofread and spellcheck too...but who knows. Maybe inspiration will flow easier for starting four. I sure hope so.

I'm really hoping to be able to finish this story somewhere between say chapter six to chapter ten. Somewhere in between there. Unless I somehow mess up. X_X Of course my sequel would be much longer, cause it has the harder task in it. But I decided the sequel should be called Seducing Darkness. XD Still struggling for a title for this one though...

I think I've talked enough for an author's note...more than enough...

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