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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Captain_Hook_|_Killian_Jones/Peter_Pan_|_Malcolm, Captain_Hook/Peter_Pan
  Character:
      Captain_Hook_|_Killian_Jones, Peter_Pan_|_Malcolm, Belle_(Once_Upon_a
      Time), Rumplestiltskin_|_Mr._Gold
  Additional Tags:
      piano_lessons, piano_teacher, Alternate_Universe_-_Student/Teacher, Smut,
      Fluff, Eventual_Smut, Captain_Pan, CP
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-28 Updated: 2017-09-05 Chapters: 3/? Words: 5797
****** You Definitely Can't Play Piano ******
by TheShipHasSailed22
Summary
     After Killian's boss, Mr Gold, offers him a deal he can't refuse,
     Killian is faced with an uncomfortable situation; Having to endure a
     piano lesson with the world smuggest teen - Peter. Only this piano
     lesson doesn't turn out exactly as initially expected...
Notes
     Hi again!
     So basically, I've been editing, editing and editing this until
     finally, I was happy with it (it took me forever, but I finally got
     there). Now none of this would've been possible if it weren't for my
     amazing beta (Tumblr: @hookedpiper). Thank you for all of your
     amazing help sheesh, much appreciated <3
     Speaking of Tumblr, since my last fanfic, I created myself a Tumblr
     account where I basically fangirl about CaptainPan and make edits
     (Tumblr: @robbie-oh-kay)
     I intend to add numerous chapters to this; How many and how regularly
     I'll post them, I don't yet know for sure, but I will assure you all
     that this will be complete eventually.
     Anyway, without any further delay, enjoy!
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***** The Deal *****
Mr. Gold, ‘The Crocodile’ (a nickname Killian and his friends proudly created
for the man), was always a man of his deals, and although Killian didn’t want
to accept this one, he had to if he ever wanted to get out of his sad excuse of
an office job to become a musician. The deal: give piano lessons to his boss’s
bratty son.
He thoroughly disliked Mr. Gold, that much he was certain of - always making
him work back long hours and not giving a damn about his life outside of work
and future career ambitions. It was only when Killian attended the staff
Christmas party that his boss had finally discovered his true talents - and, of
course, he was going to take full advantage of them. Mr. Gold presented him
with a deal that he just couldn’t afford to pass up: if he gave his son piano
lessons, he would give him a generous raise as his way of contributing to
Killian’s future ambitions, whatever they may be.
He initially suspected the child was going to be a handful considering the
enormity of the offer coming from an infamously greedy man, not to mention how
the boy’s reputation preceded him around the office. Word would often spread
from one office cubicle to another about the boy; being the leader of a street
gang called ‘The Lost Boys’, once setting fire to Gold’s couch, ‘having his
way’ with whomever he wanted. Although Killian wasn’t foolish enough to rely on
silly office rumours made by bored office employees. Surely they weren’t
true... right?
---
Finally, the day arrived - the day he would finally meet this ‘trouble child’.
How couldn't the kid be a brat with the Crocodile raising him, pondered
Killian. Afterall, from afar the Crocodile appeared to be anything but a good
father figure. What hope did this kid have?
As he drove into the semi-circle driveway, he couldn’t help but admire the
beauty of the house. Now he knew that Peter without a doubt had to be a rich,
snobby kid. Great.
Killian nervously rang the doorbell, only to be greeted by the beautiful Belle
Gold.
“Hello Mr Jones. Long time, no see,” said a warm, glowing Mrs Gold; A woman far
too bright to be tethered to the beast she was married to.
“Aye, pleasure to see you again Mrs Gold,” replied Killian, with his
charismatic, womanising tone, then taking the woman’s hand and placing a gentle
kiss upon it. It had indeed been awhile since the two had crossed paths, the
last time being at a charity ball not long after the memorable Christmas party.
He remembered her walking with such grace, spinning around in her dazzling
frock, showing off her external beauty, though her internal warmth had always
her most beautiful asset.
“Now now, it’s Belle, just Belle,” she corrected, chuckling at his chivalrous
charm. Belle escorted him into the large, spacious house. Killian took in and
admired the inside of the house with all its architectural beauty and exquisite
antique furniture and decorations choices - yet another indication to support
the theory of Peter being world's snobbiest teen.
Belle soon led him into the living room. In the room, amongst all of the
antique, rich in history decorations and furniture was by far the most
beautiful grand piano Killian had ever laid his eyes on. There in all its
beauty; every key in pristine condition, glowing with the ever growing desire
to be touched, calling for attention, and judging from the thin layer of dust
over the untouched keys, no one in the household could play, let alone take the
time to practice - such a waste.
“Take a seat Mr Jones, make yourself at home while I go fetch Peter,” said
Belle, adding her kindhearted smile in as she left the room. It was a shame
that someone like her was stuck with someone like him, the blasted crocodile.
As Killian took a seat, his curious fingertips ghosted over the keys that as a
result of neglect, had become covered with dust, his mind started to wonder,
started to tick. What was he doing here? What if the kid was even worse of a
nightmare than he had first pictured? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after
all. Maybe he should just work his way to a promotion some other way. Maybe he
should’ve - Before another thought could pass through his hyperactive mind, the
sound of clicking heels against the marble floor announced Belle’s
reappearance, this time accompanied by a smug teen standing by her side.
“Killian, I would like you to meet Peter. Peter, this is Killian, he's here for
your piano lesson,” Belle grinned chirply, full of glee gesturing between the
two boys.
Killian hesitated briefly, his hand reaching for a shake, muttering,
“Afternoon, mate, nice to meet you,” in an attempt to break the ice.
The boy cocked a brow high before reaching out to the offered hand, the shake
surprisingly firm, a lesson Killian assumed was taught by the crocodile
himself. “Hi Killian, I’m Peter if you didn’t hear it the first hundred times,”
he snickers glancing briefly to Belle; “It's such a pleasure to meet you,”
Peter droned unenthused, but the way the boy looked at him implied otherwise.
So much sarcasm dripping off his every word - something that would ordinarily
be found as annoying and arrogant to Killian, but coming from Peter, it was…
attractive.
He couldn’t deny that the boy had all the stops. He was lithe in form, almost
feminine with his wide hips and thin shoulders; ash-blonde hair, carelessly
strewed over his forehead, curling over his ears; and eyes a bright, piercing
green as they watched him in return, burning his skin. Killian smirked when he
caught the boy’s glances up and down, a pink tongue flickering over his lip
briefly. True, he was undoubtedly attractive for his age, and taking from the
smug smirk planted on Peter’s face when he too was caught, he knew it.
He stepped back to get a wider view of the scene before him, glancing between
the woman and her son his smirk fell. Belle dressed in a simple blue dress,
nothing fancy, clearly worn. Peter posed beside her with a long-sleeve, grey
shirt that extended past his fingertips; jeans that clung tight on his legs,
the dark wash of black material faded on the joints; and worn Chucks adorning
his feet. It makes Killian second-guess his own attire, appearing overdressed
with his suit pants and plain, white button up, the sleeves scrunched up to his
elbows. A complete contrast, having expected formal attire where the rich was
concerned, especially a rich kid, thus he showed up semi formal not even
thinking the scene would be casual. Not the best start, he thinks.
“Peter, your father and I will be gone for quite a while on our picnic, so make
sure you make Mr Jon– Killian feel at home. He’s just going to give you a
lesson on playing the piano. So play nice and don’t give him a hard time like
the last teacher you had, okay?” Belle said as she cupped Peter’s face
affectionately with her one free hand.
“Yes, Belle,” replied Peter, lazily dragging out his words.
‘Don’t give him a hard time like the last teacher?’ What did the brat do to
that last poor soul? More importantly, what was the brat going to do his poor
soul?
Before leaving, Belle picked out a few reading books from the bookshelf and
placed a kiss upon Peter’s cheek, embarrassing the bashful boy on her way out.
The boy had a soft spot after all, so it appeared.
After the sound of the door closing echoed throughout the house, Peter wandered
off to the window to observe his parents driving away, which then followed with
a sigh of relief released from his formerly clasped lips.
“Finally, they're gone,” said a relieved Peter as he redirected his attention
to
Killian while still leaning his forearm against the window seal.
“I’m not going to lie, I was expecting to be introduced to yet another babbling
70-year-old idiot like the last one, but after seeing you instead, I’ve got to
say, I’m not disappointed…” Peter stated, with a smug smirk plastered onto his
face, looking the man up and down with his blazing green eyes, attempting to
break the thick awkward silence that followed after Belle and Rumple’s
departure caused by a nervous piano teacher who did not expect to be teaching
an attractive 17-year-old who he couldn’t take his eyes off of.
Killian didn't know whether to be flattered (most likely the boy’s intent) or
afraid: afraid of what the boy would do if Killian didn't meet his standards of
being a tolerable piano teacher. Instead, Killian simply plastered a smile upon
his face before turning to his musical sheet book, scrambling to retrieve his
lesson plan.
“So, tell me Killian, are you here to teach me some stupid and utterly useless
piece of music like ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’, or something actually original?”
inquired a curious Peter, playfully trying to grab the music sheet from
Killian’s hand.
Embarrassingly, that was actually exactly what Killian had planned for him.
After all, what else was he going to teach an amateur pianist such as Peter?
“Umm…Well actually…” mumbled Killian, gripping the back of his neck with his
free hand, thinking of a way to make his lesson one that would meet the
standards of the apparently hard to impress boy.
“Something interesting? Different? Original in comparison to the rest of the
sad excuses of musically composed ‘masterpieces’?” Peter asked with a glimpse
of hope in his eyes - hope that maybe Killian wasn't like the others.
“Mary Had A Little Lamb seemed like a good place to start to me, wouldn’t you
agree?” Killian asked nervously, not wanting the boy to be disappointed, but it
was too late. Peter’s face had sunken into the unimpressed expression the man
had anticipated to see plastered on the boy’s face.
“Oh, great. Now I am sure to fall asleep during your ‘exciting’ lesson!” Peter
replied. Again with the sarcasm. Now Killian realised that despite his ‘easy
going’ exterior, he may have still inherited the snobbiness that featured upon
his father so evidently.
“Look, mate, I don’t want to be here either, okay? But I really need you to
just help me out here. At least try not to make it any more difficult than it
really needs to be for either of us. Please Peter,” Killian pleaded to the boy
whose eyes appeared to be otherwise distracted, wondering up towards the man’s
soft, partially lips separated.
“Peter..?” repeated a hopeful Killian, almost begging with his pleading eyes.
He hated being like this - so needy and helpless, relying solely upon a smug,
arrogant teen. Just when Killian had lost hope, the boy replied with the roll
of his eyes, followed by an exhausted sigh.
“Oh… fine. I may not feel like it, but today is your lucky day. You’ve got the
afternoon to turn me into Beethoven, and I expect nothing less,” the boy
replied as he turned around to dawdled towards the piano stool. Killian
following closely behind him to the piano, chuckling, amused by the boy’s
sarcastic remarks stated compulsively though seeming to flow out like second
nature.
And so the two began Peter’s lesson. Killian explaining the configuration of
the piano keys and the sequence of the song, which keys to press for the first
verse of the song. Half and hour had soon passed and things were shaping out to
be anything but successful.
“Third, second, first, second, third… and again,” calmly repeated Killian, over
and over again as Peter’s frustration continued to grow.
“Here, I’ll place my hand over yours to get the feel of it,” suggested Peter,
followed by Killian hesitantly complying. Peter slid closer to him, his hips
smacking into Killian’s, allowing better access to the man’s hands. The boy’s
lithe, smooth fingers creeped on top of his piano teacher’s, eagerly awaiting
movement. Killian’s hands moved to play the first verse to perfection. Killian
could feel eyes burning on him once again, at his hand playing the keys,
watching the way Killian’s fingers nimbly slid to and from each of the keys
repeatedly in the sequence of the melody, but when Killian stopped, he found
the boy to be disappointed, no longer hearing the sweet melody, no longer
feeling the man’s warm hands underneath his own.
“Now you try,” said Killian, offering him the chance to try again, which Peter
did not look at all impressed about.
“That’s what we’ve been doing for the last half an hour…” mumbled the boy,
aggravated by the fact that Killian was still adamant that he played the song
that he had for the entire duration of the lesson demonstrated he could not
play. Just as the boy was about to once again attempt the song, something
appeared to have cracked within him, startling Killian with his next move.
“Killian! For fuck sake, I can’t play the piano, okay!?” Peter finally
admitted, rising up off of the stool, trying, towering over the seated man,
trying to gain the upper hand.
“That’s why I’m teaching you!” replied Killian looking up at the boy, still
half surprised by the youngest’s sudden outburst, not entirely shocking however
since he had already predicted he, the brat, would give in at some stage.
“Well maybe I don’t want to be taught! Just because my stupid father is making
me get lessons regardless of whether I want them or not, doesn’t mean I want
this,” replied Peter, growing more and more impatient. “I am sorry to admit,
but this ‘lesson’ is coming to appear more and more futile as it progresses,”
Peter reaffirmed the obvious in Killian’s eyes once more.
“Maybe if we just try t-” Killian attempted to respond.
“Fine then, maybe I should rephrase what I just said: Killian, I can’t play
‘Mary Had A Little-fucking-Lamb’, nor do I want to learn it, okay?!” rephrased
Peter, adding in a sprinkle of his trademark ‘fuck you’ sarcasm.
“Well I came here to teach you something, so that’s what I am going to do,”
said Killian, remaining seated and growing more calm with the situation and the
exasperated teen unleashing his frustration before him. Peter returned a gaze
to Killian, like a spark had lit up his mind, igniting a little something
called an idea - a truly terrifying event being in Killian’s position.
“Well then why don’t you teach me something a little more… enjoyable to learn,”
Peter suggested, leaning his elbow on the rim of the case of the grand musical
instrument, inching closer to the still seated Killian.
“Like what?” replied the genuinely curious man, completely unaware of the
direction of the conversation, let alone what it would lead to.
“I think I may have a few suggestions Killian…” and with a smirk, the real
lesson had begun.
***** An Unforgettable Lesson *****
Chapter Summary
     Peter was ready to make his move on his new toy piano teacher, but
     how would Killian react. Would he give in to the alluring teen? Or
     would he be able to resist his boss's son?
Chapter Notes
     Hello! I know it has taken quite awhile, but I'm back! And I have
     come with a new chapter to bare out to my dedicated Captain Pan
     readers (: This was actually a lot of fun to write. Even though it is
     just a little 'tease', I promise you, this is only the beginning.
     Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this new chapter!
“A few suggestions, huh? Now tell me boy, what did you have in mind?” queried
Killian, now standing up next Peter, finally catching onto the boy’s
intentions.
“How about I show you love, huh?” Peter replied, pouncing on the unsuspecting
piano teacher he desired so madly. The boy pulling both down to be seated on
the piano stool as they were previously, lanky arms now latched around a broad
neck, pulling down Killian’s face to meet his, igniting a much anticipated
spark between two pairs of lips.
As soon as contact was made, wild eyes sprung open as a result of shock from
the boy’s impulsive action, and yet, curiosity and lust swam through his veins,
tempted to imagine where this would eventually lead him, until a cold reality,
fear, struck him; This was his life, his career, at stake. Sure, the by was
attractive and had lips like an ocean, but the teen boy behind the kiss was
also his boss's son, and if he was - God forbid - caught by Rumple with this
boy, this life and career of his was as good as gone.
With the strength of his self-control and built arms, Killian pushed the
starving wanton boy away. He simply couldn’t allow this to happen, not to him,
not to his life, his career; he couldn’t.
“Hey, hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Peter now looking more
determined, more ravenous for the taste of something familiar, that desire
unadmittedly boiling within Killian too - no, he couldn’t - he wouldn’t.
“Oh c’mon Mr Jones, it’s not like you don’t kiss me back. Most definitely not
as if you didn’t like what you tasted…” Peter purred out, taunting his formally
given name, cooing warmly into Killian’s attentively listening ear, nibbling on
the cartilage of his outer ear while slyly slipping onto Killian’s lap,
straddling him before striking again.
‘If the bloody bastard keeps doing this, I don’t think I’ll be able to restrain
myself,’ the thought ran through Killian’s mind while again trying to retrieve
that much needed willpower from within to push Peter’s magnetic lips away once
more. “What about your parents, huh? What would they think of this?! I mean,
I’m suppose to be teaching you how to play the fucking piano, not ‘101 sex
positions you’ve never thought of’,” Peter chuckling as his lips travelled from
the struggling man’s lips, down to his neck.
“My, my, please don’t be shy, do share. Or perhaps you would like to
demonstrate a few..?” Peter grinding his hips softly against a subtle hardening
below his ass. He pulling away briefly to meet Killian’s face, bursting out
into laughter when he found rosy cheeks washed in an embarrassing tone of red.
“Your parents…” Killian struggled to let out as kisses washed down his neck to
his collar bone.
“... don’t care,” Peter replied, sinking further and further down, fighting
away Killian’s defensive hands, barely attempting to pull him back up. Tired
hands losing the will to defend, eventually surrendered. Peter’s face washed
over in a smirk as realisation had hit the both of them; game over.
Fresh rain trickling down against the window as Peter settled down onto his
knees since he had finally won, ready to claim his prize. Skilful hands
beginning to work away at loosening Killian’s restraining belt. Killian’s power
of authority over the alluring teen was almost certainly detained from him,
leaving the only thing left to do: to sit and watch his life and career fall
down, but at least it would be pleasurable.
There Killian was, elbow slumped against the edge of the piano as he remained
seated on the piano stool, watching Peter’s nimble fingers unlatch his belt,
tugging down-- wait.
Killian’s head shot to the window behind the piano seeking a sight he prayed
not to find. His paranoid mind losing sensation from the fear of being caught
like this; Peter at his feet, on his knees, unbuckling his belt and pulling his
pants down as Killian offering himself wholly to the underage son of his boss.
Squinting eyes darting left and right attempting to see through the blurry
window covered in drizzling rain droplets behind the grand instrument. Movement
was hard to identify with the rapidly pouring rain continuing to build up.
No. It couldn’t. Of course it couldn’t… could it? No, n-- oh no.
It is.
The sound of a key unlatching the lock of the door sent Peter to the ground as
Killian instinctively shoved the mischievous boy away from his lap, manically
buckling back up his belt. A surreal feeling washed over him; this moment in
his life had suddenly turned into a slow motion horror film that would
momentarily lead to the next scene - a homicide.
Peter’s eyes raced to the door as he finally registered what all Killian’s
panic was spurring from. Killian’s frantic eyes met Peter’s seemingly unfazed
eyes as within the moments before the door finally swung open.
“We’re back!” echoed the voice of the soft spoken Belle as the sound of an
aggravated grunt was identified as Rumple’s.
“And conveniently saturated,” added an obviously displeased Rumple.
The two walked into the doorway of the living room to find Peter and Killian;
Peter, laid out in a relaxed manner on the floor, perched up on his elbow, and
Killian, leaning against the edge of the piano, still seated on the stool,
pants thankfully done up and frozen with the facial expression of a stunned
mullet.
Killian patiently waiting for Rumple to stare daggers at him with livid eyes,
completely consumed with rage with what had just occurred, as if he could just
tell exactly what he had done from just looking at his state - messy hair, belt
done up too loosely, top button of his button up shirt undone - ‘How was it not
obvious?’ Killian wondered. But of course, the expressions on Belle’s face was
her neutral jolly smile, and Rumple neutral crocodile frown - everything was
okay.
“I'm guessing rainy weather isn't the best weather for a picnic, as it would
appear,” Peter remarked at the amusing sight of he drenched parents. Belle
giggled in response.
“No, I suppose not Peter,” Belle chuckled as she replied. Rumple looking back
to Belle’s smile, the smile which somehow, remarkably, never ceased to create
the crocodile’s own smile.
“Peter, may I ask what the hell you think you are doing on the floor when
you’re suppose to be playing the piano…? Over there?” Rumple queried, standing
over his son while pointing towards Killian and the piano’s direction.
Killian’s face morphing into a face overcome with dread.
“Why don’t you know father? All the best musicians have to stretch before
performing their masterpieces on a musical instrument,” Peter coyly stated
before idiotically sitting up and stretching his arm to reach his toes causing
Belle to snicker while leaning against the doorway. Killian’s eyes darting to
Peter’s non-verbally saying, ‘What the hell are you doing?!’
“My God, you're an idiot. Right, sure you are lad…” a confused Rumple said
before retreating back to an amused Belle. Killian knows from experience that
the best way to alleviate any concern from the grumpy crocodile was to simply
confuse him; something that comes to Peter all too naturally from experience
with his father.
“So tell me Killian, how did he go? Anything interesting happen while we were
out?” Belle asked as she continued to wring her hair out of the cool rain water
it had absorbed earlier. Thousands of response paced through his mind: ‘Your
son kissed me, seduced me, nearly blew me and can’t play the piano for shit,’
the statement ran through his head over and over again, but what would he
honestly say? He could barely move, still overcome with the shock that he and
Peter were very nearly caught in the act, so how would he struggle out the
summary of their ‘productive’ piano lesson?
“It went quite well thanks Belle. Killian attempted to teach me ‘Mary Had a
Little Lamb’ which really entertained me, didn’t it Killian?” Peter coyly
retorted innocently for the obviously still shaken Killian. All the man could
do was rapidly nod his head and briefly plaster a fake, reassuring smile before
excusing himself.
“Well, if you don’t mind, I would like to-”
“You’re dismissed thank you Killian. Your services for today have been
fulfilled until next week’s lesson,” Rumple grumpily interrupted Killian with
the one thing he has wanted to hear the entire day.
“Yes Mr Gold, of course,” Killian quickly replied before grabbing his things
and leaving before another word could be spoken.
“See you next week Killian!” Peter shouted before hearing the rapid slamming of
the door. There Killian stood, out in the rain, happier and more fearful than
ever.
‘I’ll have to do this again…?’ a thought Killian did not want to have to think
of because in his mind, there was absolutely no fucking way he would be doing
that again.
***** The Final Ultimatum *****
Chapter Summary
     Killian simply can't imagine himself going through yet another
     eventful piano lesson, so, he goes against his gut and everything
     he's ever been told and tries his luck at facing, and hopefully
     persuading, his boss to perhaps reconsider the situation for
     Killian's sake. But, while presenting The Croc with his proposition,
     he finds out the hard way what the price is for wasting Mr Gold's
     time...
Chapter Notes
     Yay! Finally, an update! I apologise for the delay on the update, but
     at last, it's here! Although I do take forever to update this fic
     (trust me, I know), I will not forget nor discard this story, don't
     worry (: Enjoy!
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Four days. Four days had passed and Killian still wasn’t over it. He could
practically still feel Peter’s nimble fingers tugging at his belt, could still
taste his warm tongue twirling around his own, could still hear heavy breathes
gasp for air and affection. It’s been four days since his boss’s son dropped to
his knees and tempted his teacher into something he most definitely
shouldn't've been doing and  still , he wasn’t over it.  Skilful hands and
alluring whispers  taunted  him,  encouraged  manipulated  him, mocking his
self-control for which had been thrown far out of sight since the bloody
bastard entered his life; ever growing smirk and burning eyes still being
morphed into an all too familiar memory  desire . It’s all been too much to
simply  forget . He couldn’t.  He wouldn’t .
Images replayed in his head, visions conjured within his mind for what might
have been had it never rained and thundered leaving the two aching. Killian was
surely glad to see the parents of the teen return home, of course, but
something within him was left dissatisfied, still yearning for  something , yet
he’d never admit it, never to  him . He would never hand over all of his
desires to that juvenile delinquent, preying on unsuspecting piano teachers and
God knows who else.
He remembers all too well the fear and the thrill of almost being caught by
Rumple as he was taking advantage of his son. He was almost certain that he’d
be caught in the act. In Killian’s own ticking mind, nothing was more
conspicuous than his rosy cheeks, shortness of breathe, unbuttoned top button,
messy ‘sex’ hair and swollen lips bruised from Peter’s life-sucking make-out
session. Though his physical state was all but composed after the couple's
unexpectedly early arrival, it occurred to Killian that his mind was screaming;
his thoughts writhing within him, practically  certain  that right there and
then, seated on a piano stool in the middle of the Gold’s residence, a murder
would surely be committed.
You’d think that the experience Killian endured from his first piano lesson
with the troublesome boy would be a fair indication to  not  continue the
lessons. You’d think Killian would never again put himself in that situation,
but he kept in mind that things hadn’t become out of hand, and although they
could’ve, it  hadn’t . Killian wasn't actually caught; he escaped The
Crocodile's clutch of death, looking the completely unsuspecting man directly
in the eyes after having just moments before his return surrendered to Peter’s
alluring seduction. He walked out a free man, adrenaline and lust still rushing
through his veins without Rumple noticing a thing. It was…  exhilarating  to
say at the least, a feeling he could easily become  addictive . Whether it was
the experience or the boy that made him feel this way, he knew he would become
unhealthily hooked to it  hooked to Peter .
He could see the boy’s puffed cheeks as his head lulled back with pleasure and
toes curled in his boots with delight. His fingers traveling through the
younger’s hair, Peter’s head bobbing as he closed his eyes rolling them further
back.  Yes , imagining this rush overcoming him, a wave of pleasure and
adrenaline hyping up his senses, falling victim to the boy’s thoughtful mouth-
- No. He couldn’t do this, not  again . He couldn’t face the little brat, nor
would he put himself through the  pleasurable, exhilarating  hell he went
through previously. There was only one way that would be so. He had to mark his
intentions firmly to the boy by giving up these little ‘piano’ lessons and
this, he had to take up with The Crocodile himself.
Thinking about doing something was one thing, but standing up and knocking on
that bastard’s door was another. With a tight grip around his pen, as if it
were a stress ball, he had decided rather impulsively that he was readier than
he'd ever be. Killian mustered up his courage and pushed his office chair out
from beneath his desk before manoeuvring his way through the maze of
surrounding cubicles, marching straight to his boss’s office.
Faint whispers circling around from neighbouring cubicles found their way to
Killian’s ears, dampening his pride. Even his own trusted colleagues thought he
had completely lost it; only a fool would even consider a face-off with The
Croc. Perhaps he had become an insane fool, but at this stage, he needed to
vanquish this boy  this addiction  from his mind, he needed this to be over,
once and for all for his sanity.
Ever since this ‘extra’ job, news spread around about Killian’s lessons with
Peter, the ‘ wild’  child. Of course no one ever actually knew for sure how the
piano lesson truly unfolded, that never stopped rumours from flowing freely
from drama hungry mouths. Though his colleagues never acted like much more than
teenage gossip girls, they weren’t  all  stupid. They knew  exactly  what that
boy was capable of, being the ringleader of a notorious street gang, ‘The Lost
Boys’, not to mention getting anything and everything he ever wanted. Though he
had heard his fair share of warnings spurring from past circulated rumours, he
had never heard of one quite similar to his own situation.
Attempting to discard the degrading comments he picked up on his way, he
replayed his pre-prepared speech in his head while closing in on Mr. Gold’s
door; ‘ He’ll understand, ’ he’d thought. ‘ Surely, for once, he’ll understand…
right? ’
He was all too familiar with this situation; determined, assertive office
employee ready to stick it to the man, or as they like to call it in the
office, ‘sticking it to The Croc’, only to be belittled and of course, rejected
by the unforgiving maneater. No brave, more less stupid, solider in the past
had ever survived their nasty confrontation with the beast. However, despite
the past trial and errors, a firm, confident hand turned the doorknob before
being ungratefully greeted. The game had begun.
“Wasn’t expecting to see you, Jones. What calls for this,” he clicked his
tongue,” occasion?” Rumple grumbled with distaste dripping in his tone as he
fiddled with documents neatly placed on his conspicuously pristine desk.
“Well you see, sir,” Killian fiddled with his tie, “I wish to address a my
opinion concerning one of my duties. You see, I don’t believe I am very well
suited to the extra job you provided me with; the piano lessons with your son,
Peter…” Killian gulped as Gold’s face darted up to meet his.  ‘Get to the point
damnit, Killian, ’ he reminded himself.
“Go on,” the man aggressively retorted, leaning back with his hands clasped
together in his lap as a now petrified Killian continued.  ‘Firm, confident...’
he reassured himself.
“I just thought it’d be best for you to... reconsider. All I ask of you is to
assign me to another job better suited for my situation. Perhaps I could work
overtime in the office, or maybe I could--,”
“Enough,” and with that, Killian had but for all of a second forgotten the
basics of breathing. The man leaned in, ready to attack. “I will ‘reconsider’
only if I, myself, deem it necessary, which in this case, I do not,” Gold spat
through his teeth, reminding Killian how exactly he earned his title as ‘The
Crocodile’,   shredding apart ideas and hopes entirely, degrading unsuspecting
victims to the core. In most respects, his boss had lost much of his dignity
around the office after being labelled with his ridiculous nickname, but
regardless,  nothing  could ever be impactful enough to assuage the horrifying
reality of being thrown into the monster's murky waters, awaiting its attack.
“If however, you do wish to step away from the piano lessons, consider it your
resignation from this job too,” Rumple spat, biting through Killian’s offer and
thrashing it, making a mockery of his request. The man leaned back into his
chair, observing his doing of crushing Killian’s hope. He had indeed done well.
With that, Killian nodded and simply replied, “I assure you, that won’t be
necessary, sir,” before turning to the door to make a hasty exit.
“Oh, and Jones…?” Rumple asked grabbing Killian’s attention one last time.
“Don’t bother coming back and wasting  my  time again. You know how much I hate
having my time wasted,” Gold finished, Killian sorrowfully nodding his head
down one last time before following through with his much desired exit. "I'll
expect to see you tomorrow for Peter's next lesson Mr. Jones," he finished
behind a closing door.
As Killian exited the deadly environment, closing the door behind him, he
could’ve sworn he had almost heard Rumple  laughing . That bastard. That
bloody bastard!  How could that man  monster  behind that door, eating his way
through his own happiness, find  pleasure  in doing so? None were near as foul
as that snickering beast behind the door Killian so desperately wished to swing
up once more to crush the man the way he had just done to him. The way he had
always done.
Killian remembered the day he first met him, the fear that struck him the
moment their eyes first met. The firm, intimidating handshake resembling much
to his son’s. The kind of handshake that affirms who exactly is in charge
between the two. He should’ve known from that moment what he had really signed
up for. He should've known he was signing his life away by accepting the man’s
job opportunities. He should’ve  known  the bastard enjoyed ruining his life,
but, then again, had he known any sooner nothing would’ve changed; he would
still, despite this enlightenment, be used and mistreated, and Killian wouldn’t
do a thing to stop it because he simply  can’t  won’t .
He wandered off back to his cubicle with heavy shoulders, weighed down by
defeat, cursing to himself reminding himself that he had no choice, that there
was no other way of achieving his goal of pursuing his music career. He simply
had to face the reality of there being no way of escaping Peter; he had to face
him once again. So there he was sitting at his desk once more typing away and
dreading the next lesson, because this time, he knew he wouldn’t be able to
stop it from escalating.
How could he resist? Yes, he managed to escape after last lesson’s
nightmare,miraculously, but only under the circumstances of that situation; the
rain, the parents unexpected, but much needed return. But next time would be
different - no rain, no interruptions. This time it would just be him and
Peter, alone and exposed.  
This time, perhaps he wouldn't deny the fact the very sight of the boy boils
his core and sends his lonely hand traveling down under sheets at night. This
time, perhaps he would  let  the boy win. Killian smiled.
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