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Beyond Here Lies Darkness	By : LotornoMiko Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 3724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 5
- 6
- 7
Killian Jones, the man who is also known as Captain Hook, has been swallowed up by the darkness. Buried deep in it's shadows, he's been shoved to some forgotten recess of his own body. Left to flounder surrounded by thick, choking pools of inky darkness, Killian Jones can only scream. Can only lay there, blinded by the dark, his screaming voice silent, his air cut off, Killian doesn't even know up from down.

He's been cut off from his own body so that nothing can get through to him. No sound, no sight, no way to feel, Killian Jones is cold, actually freezing from the lack of it. From the complete shutting down of his senses. Killian can't even feel pain, his existence narrowed down to the darkness he is drowning in.

He chokes and he thrashes about, but there is no escaping the darkness. Not even death can reach him this deep within, Killian Jones doesn't even dare hope for a miracle. Doesn't try to pray. He's not even sure he wants to be saved, might even think he deserves the darkness, given all Killian's done.

He doesn't exactly feel guilt for killing Rumplestiltskin. Or for hunting relentlessly after revenge year after year. Killian's been a broken, bitter man, his life ruined by the love he has lost. The love stolen, actually murdered before him. That lost love has been the defining moment for him, the moment Killian Jones had abandoned his name, had turned his back on everything including life. It was that moment, when Rumplestiltskin had crushed Mila's heart, that Killian Jones had given up on happily ever after and had decided to die.

For all the years Captain Hook has been around, Killian Jones has been waiting. Searching for a way, desperate to get one over on Rumplestiltskin, to deal some final crippling blow on the monster that would finally satisfy him enough so that Killian Jones could lay down and die. He's literally spent hundreds of years waiting for that chance, questing for power, for artifacts, for a weapon. Reaching for a revenge that seemed forever out of reach, Killian has used and hurt many in the process.

He can't even remember all the people he's hurt. Their faces tend to blur together, time making him forget their names. They've just been stepping stones on the way to his revenge, and Killian has preferred it that way, actively distancing himself from any chance of a relationship. Avoiding making friends, having lovers, even enemies, Killian Jones has only seen other people as tools to be manipulated and used.

It is one of the great ironies of his life, that the same thing has been done to him. He's been used, tricked, lied to and manipulated, and it hasn't all been done by Cora alone. There's been Cora's daughter Regina, and even the Swan woman, though that last one he can't truly fault her for the mistrust she has shown him. Killian HAD been using her, had been using them all, playing the women against each other, ready to throw down with whoever could bring him closest to enacting his revenge.

And yet with the Swan woman, with Emma, Killian feels remorse. He actually wishes there could have been another way, that they hadn't been so busy one upping each other with betrayals. Killian has found himself wanting things he has no business wanting, desiring Emma, actually feeling hope skirting the edges of his conscience. To a man who has turned his back on actually living, the feelings Emma Swan rouses in Killian are disturbing at the very least.

Especially when he's sure he can't have her. Not in any permanent way. Emma Swan is too good for him, too bright a light, her brilliance would only burn him up, bring forth to light the dirty stains of his soul. Killian Jones doesn't deserve her, and for that alone he's too scared to try for the happily ever after she makes him want.

That fear doesn't stop him from wanting Emma any less. He's wanted to reach out and touch that brilliance, not caring if he dirties it in the process. The pirate in him is greedy, and would drag Emma down to his level, if that is what it took to have her. There is darkness in Killian Jones that has nothing to do with the evil entity that has taken over his body. Greedy lustful desires, a driving desperation Killian has fought against. Some part of him has wanted to ruin Emma Swan, to punish her for making him want things, the want to live, to love, to be happy, and above all to forget the woman that is the cause of so much pain.

Killian has had a hard time accepting the idea of moving on. On moving past Mila, and the hurts the loss of her has caused. Killian has felt guilt, has felt shame, has actually worried that what he wants from Emma is a betrayal of everything he had promised to another. To the vows he had made to Mila, both when she was alive, and after she had died. Killian knows he is damaged, that the loss of Mila has left him confused, hurting, and frightened. Actively balking against reaching for a healing hand, Killian has only made things worse for himself in trying to deny the attraction he feels for Emma Swan.

Not ready to be healed, nor comforted, Killian had assumed the distance he kept Emma at, would leave them both safe. He had never expected her to make the first move, to actively try to seduce him. It left him completely unprepared, when in a moment of sheer desperation, Emma had done exactly that. And once she had laid her hands on him, had actually invited him to take her, Killian hadn't been able to truly resist.

Of course he had TRIED. With the darkness slithering around inside him, feeding off his wants and desires, Killian had attempted to push Emma away. But his honorable intentions were murky at best, and Emma had been determined to distract the monster inside Killian. The man had given in to her lips, to the sweet caress of her hands, and at some point he had lost control completely, the darkness lunging forward to seize command of the body they now shared.

It had been the darkness not Killian having it's way with Emma then. It's hand on Emma's hip, it's lips covering her mouth. An ever greedy, grasping creature by nature, the darkness had seen what it wanted, had taken what it was never meant to have. Lured in by a touch, undone by a kiss, the darkness had been quick to make use of the passion between Killian and Emma.

Reaping rewards it had no right to, the darkness hadn't been content to just take from Emma. Every moment stolen, the darkness hadn't wanted to share. Had actively beat back the pirate, shoving him down deeper into the body, locking him away from Emma's warmth, from all awareness. Leaving him with nothing but one fleeting moment, the second when Emma had arched back with a cry, her aroused flesh welcoming the darkness inside it.

Locked up tight so that nothing can penetrate his prison, Killian has no concept of how much worse things have become. No idea that the darkness already so dangerously infatuated with Emma Swan, has become obsessed. No mere fleeting fancy, the darkness has found the one thing it wants to possess, the one single shining thing in this world that can drive it to madness with needs. The needs that it is incapable of understanding, because the darkness was never meant to love, is actually incapable of it and other soft emotions.

The darkness can only hurt and use, make a mockery of human intimacy. It's all dark impulses and twisted desires, and made now a hundred times worse for it has tasted a woman. The darkness so quick to torture and kill, has found a new addiction, has found how sweetly satisfying it is between a woman's legs. It's out of control with this lust, sex a new twist on old, familiar things. The darkness has understood the lusts of men, the lust for battle, for money, for revenge. It has seen whole kingdoms destroyed by it, has known it to be a powerful thing.

The darkness has used lust, has actually turned men's desires against them. It has seen what lust is capable of, knows just how much damage it can do. It knows how it can seduce, how it can be used to trick and manipulate others, men willing to do anything for it's promises fulfilled.

Thinking it understands better, the lusts that drive it and men, the darkness can only purr in satisfaction as it pursues after it's own selfish bliss. It's almost blinded to the struggles of the woman beneath it, it's hand gripping her right hip. Holding her in place, the darkness is almost lazy as it fucks her. Watching with soul blackened eyes, it stares at their point of connection, watching as it's stolen body bumps their groins together. Maintaining it's aroused state, it's lips wetting as the darkness watches it's cock be fed into Emma's Swan's body from behind.

Already having come, more times than it can recall, the darkness toys with Emma. Makes her wait suspended between her revulsion and disgust, slowly, persistently building up need inside her, it tries to use her body against her. Every so often, Emma makes a protesting sound, constant with her attempts to jerk forward, away from the darkness' relentless wants. She tries everything and when that fails, tries to crawl away, using her hands grip on the headboard of the bed, to try and pull away from the invading darkness.

Each time, the darkness hauls her back. Each time it makes certain to stab in deep inside her. Emma can only grit her teeth in response, trying to block the screams that build constantly within her. Her hands fist the wood of the headboard so hard that her knuckles go white in response. There's fresh blood under her nails, Emma having bit and clawed at the darkness, fighting the Dark One and it's embrace until she had exhausted all her energies, and still it had taken her. Again and again, until it's kisses left her choking, it's unwanted touch stirring the tiniest flickers of an arousal that was despised.

What the darkness did to her, was made worse by it's attempts to make Emma enjoy it. She'd welcome pain, would actively encourage the darkness to be violent and hit her. Anything but what it does, what it tries to trick her into wanting, into accepting while wearing Hook's face and body.

Emma doesn't remember exactly when the darkness had flipped her onto her stomach. Nor does she particularly care. It's easier to be fucked like this, to know this is a monster raping her, rather than to face it, and see Hook. Emma knows Hook is gone, that the darkness has taken root deep inside. But it's far more difficult to acknowledge, when the monster wears his face, shows her Hook's smile, and touches her with his hand.

Emma thinks being taken from behind is somehow a slight improvement over all the darkness has done. Emma thinks she can sit and pretend, ignore that it's using against her, a body she has been attracted to. If she's fucked like an animal, treated as nothing more than outlet for some stranger's desires, then maybe the lines won't be blurred. Maybe her body won't become so confused as to feel even the slightest glimmer of pleasure at the darkness' hands.

But the darkness isn't content to let Emma ignore it for long. Still maintaining that slow, lazy thrusting, the darkness sweeps aside her hair. With her back exposed, it presses into her from behind, Emma making a sound of discomfort at it's weight pinning her down into the mattress. Her skin crawls at the feel of the Dark One's front pressing against her so that not even an inch of space is between them. She can feel it's nipples against her, feel every hard line of it's body. Emma tries again to crawl away, and an arm goes around her, the cold metal of it's hook a shock against her fevered flesh.

Emma is shaking by the time the Dark One starts kissing over her shoulder. Wet open mouth kisses, the darkness can't stop tasting her. Slickening her skin with it's mouth, Hook's slight beard rubbing it's short bristles over her, Emma cries out. Feels teeth nip at the nape of her neck before more kisses are delivered, lips pressed into her skin again and again in greedy worship.

And then the darkness is growling in her ear, using Hook's voice to roar out it's pleasure. It switches out from that lazy pace, to something frantic, the darkness doing a hard pumping several times, it's cock actually lurching in warning a second before it starts emptying it's balls out inside her.

The tension remains inside her, Emma not anywhere near the point of ultimate ecstasy. Though she feels the faintest, reluctant tingles born of what the darkness was trying to force out of her, Emma is proud she has avoided coming in it's arms. It's a small victory, one that may prove fleeting, for the darkness is only getting started. She tries to fight the hand that grips her chin, the darkness turning her face to the side. Brushing lips over her ear, then down to her cheek, the darkness is still so insatiably aroused.

Familiar with, but never used to it, Emma groans in frustration as she feels the still hard length of him inside her start to move. The darkness moans, actually mutters her name, it's thrust picking up speed until she's being pounded into the mattress. And all the while it's kissing her, muttering wicked things into her skin, using it's arms to keep her trapped against it's body.

Emma wonders if the darkness ever gets tired. Wonders if she will live long enough to find out. She doesn't know the darkness has gone wild answering a need it has neglected for thousands of years. All Emma does know is that the darkness is hurting her, tiring her out, and using her up. She regrets ever starting this, ever trying to manipulate Hook and distract the monster inside him from killing her with sex. Here in this bed, with the monster on top her, Emma almost wishes she had let the darkness kill her that first time.

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To Be Continued....

*twiddles thumbs, fidgeting* Yes I know, short chapter. Hopefully I can make up for it in seven. So...this chapter was supposed to be an all Hook POV, but then it ended up having thoughts from all three characters. But I'm really gonna try to do and maintain an all Hook POV for seven.

No, you didn't miss a chapter. If I can get that Hook POV written, he and you will find out what the heck happened between here and the end of five. Suffice it to say, time has passed (How much is anyone's guess.) and things happened. I made a conscious decision, rather than try to make a chapter out of the events happening one right after the other, that I would have Hook and the readers learn them together.

This wasn't suppose to be a dirty chapter....but then the darkness got some POV moments in, and....well...it happened. It will make some happy, some sad, some mad depending on your own private views and feelings about the darkness and non con/rape situations. I did expect it to happen but not in this order. Like sometime after a Hook and Emma POVS. But the chapter flowed for me like this, so I went with it, rather than fight it. For better or for worse, this is my short chapter six. And I'm okay with it! *runs away to spell check*

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