Trick or Treat! It's Time for the Halloween Meme!

[elrhiarhodan]

Ganked from photoash

In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door.' Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and...well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics (leave a character/pairing if you want one of these :) ), graphics, a few words why I'm glad to have you on my flist, etc.).

The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!

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[photoash.livejournal.com]

Trick or Treat!

[elrhiarhodan]

Just for you!

[lionessvalenti.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

[elrhiarhodan]

[usakeh.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat.

A little schmoop for you...

[elrhiarhodan]

Neal leaned over the bed and wondered at how quickly time was passing. It seemed like just yesterday, he held his newborn daughter in his arms. She was howling in utter indignation at the new world she was in. Cold and wet and naked, Neal certainly didn’t blame her. Not one bit.

But today was Emily’s third birthday and he was as amazed and humbled by this miracle as he was the day she was born.

His little girl opened her eyes, blinked and smiled. “Da da.” She held out her arms, ready to get up and great the day.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart – it’s too early.”

“Wanna get up. Wanna play with Da da.”

Neal smiled and sat down next to his daughter. Peter and El would kill him if they knew how much he spoiled their child. “How about I tell you a story, and if you’re a good girl and stay in bed for a little while longer, you’ll have a special surprise waiting for you when you wake up.”

Emily bit her lip and fluttered her eyelashes at him. “A pony?”

He bopped her on the tip of her nose. “No, silly, not a pony.”

“A new puppy?”

“Em?”

“A kitty? I want a kitty.”

“Emily-Jemmily, if I told you…it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

His daughter scrunched up her little face, trying to understand if he was pulling a fast one on her. She smiled again, and it was like the sun breaking through storm clouds. Neal almost thought he could see rainbows glitter around the room. “Tell me a story, Da da.”

“Once upon a time, there was a princess…”

[teaboyfan.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

Hope You Don't Mind A Little Peter/Neal Schmoop

[elrhiarhodan]

“We said we’d never speak of it.”

Neal buried his head in his hands. “Yeah, Peter. I know.”

“And yet you come here and the words just spill from your lips.” Peter shook his head, but more in exasperation than anger.

“It’s not as if Elizabeth doesn’t know.” Neal looked up, hope shining out of his eyes. “It’s not as if she didn’t give you everything but an engraved invitation.”

“That’s not the point. I’m your handler.”

“And you handled me so beautifully.”

Peter sighed. Yeah, this situation was out of control. “What do you want, Neal?”

“I want to know that what we had – it’s more than just a quick fuck in the night. That I mean more to you than a bit of strange. I don’t care if we never are together again – I just want to know that I mattered, that I matter to you.” Neal seemed breathless as he finished, as if he couldn’t keep those words inside another second longer.

Peter sat down next to him, closer than they’d normally sit. He took Neal’s face between his hands, cupping his cheeks, sweeping his thumbs across his eyelids. “You mean the world to me, Neal. You are part of my life whether you want it or not. There’s no where you could run that I wouldn’t find you. Remember that.” He pressed a soft, loving kiss on Neal’s lips, another one on his forehead as a benediction.

A deep, satisfied sigh came from the direction of the kitchen. Both men looked up. Elizabeth stood there, smiling. “It’s about time. I was afraid Neal was going to have to hold up a sign that said “I ♥ Peter.”

[attackfish.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

[elrhiarhodan]

There was magic in the air tonight. It wasn't brought by the hordes of small children in their department store costumes; it didn't come with the jack o'lanterns that decorated every stoop and staircase on their street. It came, instead, on the chilly, October evening breeze that rose as the sun fell behind the tree line and then under the horizon.

Elizabeth could taste the magic as it drifted through the house. It was savory, like Peter’s pot roast cooking all day. It was sweet, like the spiced cake that Neal brought from the bakery. It was elusive too, maybe like her earliest memories – nothing more than happiness and love and security wrapped in her mother’s arms.

Her granny would say that the walls between the worlds are thin tonight, and you need to be careful about what you wish for. It just may come true.

Elizabeth didn’t worry – she had everything she needed right here, in the safety of her own home.

[riazendira.livejournal.com]

Ohh! Trick or treat!

P/E/N - The Horrors of a Shopping Trip

[elrhiarhodan]

The three of them were in Ulta - Neal and El needed some hair product and Peter was left to wander the aisles. He wasn’t too happy about being stuck in this type of store, but when he got to the nail polish section, he was completely mystified. Some of the colors looked identical - and the names: Not a Waitress and Romanov Scarlet (which was actually purple) were just crazy.

Maybe they’d looked different out of the bottle. Peter glanced to the left and then to the right – there was no one around. He twisted open the sample bottle and swiped the brush against his thumbnail - nope. Romanov Scarlet was plum purple. No mistaking that. Now, he needed to get it off his nail, and looked around for a tissue or something. There were none and he tried wiping it off with his other hand, but that just left a sticky purple mess.

"Whatcha doing, Peter?"

Neal snuck up behind him and the bottle and the brush went flying. The bottle didn't spill, but suddenly, there was a long purple streak down his favorite tie. He wondered if Neal planned this. He always hated that tie.

A Treat For You

[damietta.livejournal.com]

They made an adorable Halloween threesome. Matt and Simon had dressed the boys as Angry Birds characters. Kit was the black bombing bird (and he had the “weeee” down pat). Henry was the ice shattering blue bird and Walker, the red bird. Simon and Matt were green pigs (actually, they just had green pig noses on).

The family was participating in the trick and treating family night at the Wilshire Country Club. Quite a few of their neighbors (at least the ones with children) were there.

Matt tried hard not to grieve a little for the kids who were not going to be able to have the freedom to roam neighborhoods in search of candy. Simon had just shrugged and said that this was the new normal and their memories would be of “good old times” like this. Still, to Matt it wasn’t the same.

They made their way around the different areas of the club trick and treating. The golf pro’s office was a horror house, the lobby a spider’s web. The staff had done a great job of decorating and manning the handing out of candy. Of course, they hoped to entice the parents to join the club, but as with most things in life, nothing was free.

Simon noticed the young lady long before Matt did. The publicist was amused at her diligence. She finally got the nerve to come up to Matt as he waited for the twins to make their way through candyland inside one of the other club offices. “Oh, my god, I just love “White Collar”,” she giggled at him. “I sure hope that Neal and Peter get back to being friends soon. Would you mind signing this for me?” She held out a copy of the Halloween invitation to Matt.

Matt looked around to Simon who shrugged and smirked at him. “Sure,” Matt said quickly and scribbled his name on the paper. “Thank you,” the woman exclaimed and her daughter dressed as a ballerina rolled her eyes.

“Come on, Papa,” exclaimed Henry. “We have to go to the castle!” With little birds in tow the two men made their way to the elaborate castle on the patio of the country club. Simon noticed two more women whispering behind them. Frankly, he was enjoying Matt being recognized….up to a point. He’d been in the business too long to not know what fame could do to a relationship. So far, Matt had handled his growing fame well, and truthfully, it wasn’t as if he was on the same level as Johnny Depp. He was going to have to have a talk with Matt about limits during family time.

The two women made their way to Matt and asked for an autograph. Simon was about to intervene, when Kit came over to his Papa. “You are my Papa today, not Matt Bomer,” he said with his hands on his hips. The affect was especially funny as the six year old was in a black bird costume. “You are right, son,” Matt gently replied. “No more autographs, OK?”

“OK,” Kit nodded. Simon smiled as he watched Matt hold out his hand and the little black bird and the green pig made their way back into the candy castle to catch up with the twins. Simon followed holding a bulging bag of candy that he was going to have to figure out how to deplete without anyone noticing!

Re: A Treat For You

[elrhiarhodan]

D'waaaaaaa

HUGS YOU - this is SO ADORABLE!!!!!

You're brilliant.

Re: A Treat For You

[dearpeterxoneal.livejournal.com]

This was very sweet. Thank you for sharing it
w/us.

Re: A Treat For You

[lauracollared.livejournal.com]

omg this fic is amazing. I need to go trick or treating!! ha

[ginnyvos.livejournal.com]

... Trick or treat? Huh, it's still a weird thing to say. (said the non-American)

A snippet from the Brats'Verse

[elrhiarhodan]

Stephen Anderson’s request for a transfer to New York to complete his probationary period was finally granted. Washington may be the epicenter of the Bureau’s universe, but he wanted to work in a city and with people where he didn’t have to hide who and what he was. He had enough of that in the military to last a lifetime.

He’d heard from more than one source that Peter Burke, the newly minted SAIC for the White Collar division, was a man famed for his tolerance.

By the time Stephen finished with the administrative paperwork on Fifteen and was escorted to White Collar, on the Twenty-First floor, it was after noon. He stood at the doorway, feeling just a little bit like the new kid on his first day of school. An agent with an opened and friendly face saw him and came over.

He held out a hand. “You must be the new probie. Welcome.”

“Thanks – I was told to report to Agent Berrigan or Agent Jones first before seeing Agent Burke.”

The man smiled. “Diana’s out on assignment, so is Agent Jones. Peter’s out to lunch but he should be back in a few.”

“And you are?”

“Oh! Sorry – I’m Blake. Agent Blake.”

There was a goofiness about the guy that made Stephen feel a lot older, a lot more experienced.

Blake looked around the room and grimaced. “We’re pretty much full up today, I’ll put you in the conference room until we find a space to get you settled.” He led the way up a short flight of stairs, to a glass enclosed conference room and pulled out a chair facing the windows. “Can I get you a cup of coffee or something?”

[amy1705fl.livejournal.com]

trick or treat

OT3 goodies are wonderful!!!

A little OT3 Porn

[elrhiarhodan]

They are tumbled in the big bed like a litter of sleepy kittens, except that kittens don't do the things to each other that Neal is doing to Peter and Peter is doing to his wife and his wife is doing to both of her lovers.

Neal's got Peter's massive dick in his mouth, slowly, sleepily sucking - like it was his thumb. Peter's stroking that smooth secret place between Neal's hole and his balls, rubbing his own come into the skin. He wishes he could see, but El's crouched over his face as she works her favorite hot pink dildo into Neal's ass.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

trick or treat

[elrhiarhodan]

Neal stands in front of his mirror. He's stark naked. Although he loves Byron's vintage clothing, he’s actually most comfortable in his birthday suit. But sometimes he likes to accessorize.

Mozzie's sitting Indian-style, on the bed with a very admiring smile on his lips. “I think you should go with Mardi Gras colors” and he hands Neal a trio of feather boas.

These are not the cheap kind – the turkey feathers that you can get in craft stores, these are the real thing (because Neal Caffrey only wears the real thing). He tosses the purple one around his shoulders and softest swansdown settles on his shoulders. The lightness of the feathers tease his nipples into erect points and he pinches them. Moz chuckles and suggests the gold colored boa, which he drapes around his hips. The feathers catch a bit in his neatly trimmed pubic curls, but his cock appreciates the sensation. It begins to rise, peeking out of the nest of black curls and gold feathers like a curious snake.

He fashions the third boa, the green one, into a tail and shivers as the soft feathers brush his ass.

He admires the effect in the mirror and Mozzie joins him. All he says is “nice” as he adds a gaudy tiara to the outfit. Neal goes to grab Moz and haul him close for a kiss, but the other man pushes him away. "You know what they say about germs."

Neal snorts - Moz and his phobias. He picks up Peter's leather gloves (he filched them when Peter took his badge back) and puts them on, rewarded when Moz's eyes go wide at the sight of his hands slipping into the black leather.

[dearpeterxoneal.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

[elrhiarhodan]

The endorphin rush from Peter’s farewell lasted until Neal’s plane was in the air. The flight was about half full, and Neal had the row to himself. He spent the time reviewing the case file and frankly, felt very grown up. He paid for Internet access, and pinged Elizabeth.

Neal: Sorry I disturbed you this morning, Mrs. Grumpyface.

Elizabeth: If you’re trying to make me feel bad, you’re not succeeding.

Neal: Not really trying, but it would be bonus points if you found yourself feeling mildly guilty about not giving me a kiss goodbye.

Elizabeth: I think the kiss I gave you before we all fell into a post-coital coma was sufficient.

Neal: Oooh, you’re talking dirty to me. Are we sexting now?

Elizabeth: In your dreams, mister!

Neal: You should have seen the kiss your husband gave me at the airport.

Elizabeth: Was it hot?

Neal: Hot like the sun, babe. It sent me into another dimension. The one where only Peter Burke’s lips seem to exist.

Elizabeth: And now you’ve found the secret to our marriage.

Neal: I’m still feeling it, btw.

Elizabeth: Don’t tell me, you’re hard.

Neal: Like wood.

Elizabeth: Are you going to go into the lav and jerk off?

Neal: Elizabeth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Elizabeth: Just asking. It’s not like your palms are going to turn furry or anything.

[doctor-fangeek.livejournal.com]

Trick or Treat!

College A/U - Library Carrel Porn

[elrhiarhodan]

Neal wasn’t the greatest of students. Not that he didn’t get A’s in every subject, it was just that he disliked the regimentation of the learning process. His study carrel was on the top floor, in the back, near the Art History section, and few people ventured there during the weekends.

It was late, it was quiet and Neal was horny. He tipped his chair back, opened up a copy of Henry Miller’s Opus Pistorum and started toying with his denim covered cock. Neal also thought that life was worth taking a few risks, so he put in his earbuds, turned the iPod to a very long, slow version of Ravel’s Bolero and started reading. It didn’t take much before the buttons started straining and he popped one, then two and finally all of them. His cock burst out, a hungry beast seeking light and air and touch and Neal was happy to give it what it wanted.

As he was approaching a very satisfactory climax, he caught something in the corner of his eye. Before he could stuff himself back into his jeans, Peter Burke, TA from Hell was standing next to him, and yanked out his earbuds. “I should report you…”

"But you're not, right?"

Peter glared at him, then gave him a cock-check. He licked his lips. "I can be persuaded not to."

Neal grinned, he knew just what Peter wanted - it hasn’t been as if the SOB hasn’t been after his ass all semester. “Here?” Neal wagged his cock as if it were a hand.

“Yeah...bend over and drop your pants.”

[coffeethyme4me.livejournal.com]

Trick or Treat!!!!! :-D

The Geography of His Lover's Body

[elrhiarhodan]

This is the geography of his lover’s body:

Hard plains, a gift of nature and discipline.
The pulsebeat beating, fast, faster then slow like a lazy river
The cup at the base of his throat, a notch between the continents of his collar – east and west
His shoulders, mountains of gold, scaled by strength and by desire.

This is the geography of his lover’s body:

His back, rippling smoothness, the waves of a lake lightly tossed by the wind.
Fingers, flexed then clenched - drawing back like the tide across the shoreline of callused palms.
His neck, like that ancient song, a column of ivory, a resting place for his lover’s lips.
He learns this map with his fingers and his eyes and his soul.

He loses himself in dense forests and warm seas.
He finds himself in the safe harbor of his lover’s arms.

This is the geography of his lover’s body.

[lauracollared.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

[elrhiarhodan]

This is something I wrote over a year ago and tucked it away for just the perfect moment. I hope you enjoy!

Peter likes the little guy. Despite the annoying quirkiness, he likes his loyalty and his smarts. These are qualities that Neal needs in a friend. Peter is a big enough man to admit that. Moz will do his part to keep Neal from going off the deep end. But some deeply buried, dark and selfish part of him resents Moz and his history with Neal. Resents how easily he can make Neal slip off of the path of good and righteousness. A word from Mozzie and Neal's taking insane risks, nearly getting himself killed. The bond between them is deep and permanent and there is nothing that Peter can do to break it.

Then Peter laughs, because whatever Neal and Mozzie have, it doesn’t even come close to the bond between Neal and him.

He pressed hard, biting kisses against Neal’s shoulder and feels him writhe and struggle against the satin ropes that bind his wrists. “Shhh, shhh. Keep still. I don’t want you to damage yourself.” Neal is instantly obedient and Peter shoves his cock deeper into Neal’s perfect ass, in perfect syncopation with the fist that’s stroking Neal’s cock. No, this is not something that Mozzie EVER had.

[monkeyonthelam.livejournal.com]

Trick or Treat!

[elrhiarhodan]

This is another part of the story I have in my WiP file - the one I left for dearpeterxoneal:

Peter looked at him in bemusement. “You’re like a little kid going on the first airplane trip of your life.”

“Well, it sort of feels that way.” Neal was surprised at how true that felt.

Peter grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. “Let’s go. You don’t want to miss your flight.”

They chatted during the ride to the airport - Peter gave him some of the lowdown on his contact at the LA field office, Michael Stokes. They were classmates at Quantico, and had kept in touch over the years. Traffic was light and it didn’t take long. Peter pulled the Taurus up to the curb and got out with him. He straightened his coat collar. “Call me when you land.”

Neal raised an eyebrow.

“What, I can’t worry?”

A warm and happy feeling settled in Neal’s midsection, and he smiled from the tips of his toes to the top of his hairline. “If it makes you happy…”

“It does.”

Neal retrieved his bag from the back seat. “See you on Friday.”

Peter hauled him close. “You don’t get to leave without giving me a goodbye kiss.” He didn’t way for Neal to take action. Peter cupped his cheek and planted a hard, wet kiss on his lips. Neal dropped his bag, leaned in, opened his lips and let Peter take over. If it wasn’t for the honking of the passing cars, and someone shouting “get a room,” that kiss may never have ended.

Peter finally pulled back, blinking. “Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow.”

“You better get going.”

“Hmm?” Neal’s whole body was singing. The only thing his brain was processing was the kiss.

“Your flight – you’ve got to check in.’

Nothing seemed to be making sense. “What?”

“Neal – you are booked on a Jet Blue flight to Los Angeles. It leaves in about ninety minutes. You need to go through security. Unless you want to call the L.A. field office and tell them you’re too horny to travel?”

Peter’s words finally penetrated. Los Angeles. The Getty. “Yeah. I’ve got to go.”

“Right.” Peter smiled. Then sobered up. “You’ll be okay traveling?”

Neal blinked. He understood exactly why Peter was asking him that. “Yeah. I think so. If things get bad, I’ll let you know.”

Peter gave him a quizzical look.

“The plane has wifi service in-flight. I’ll be in touch if I’ve got problems.”

They stood there, looking at each other.

“You’ve got to go.”

“I have to go.” But Neal made no move towards the terminal.

“Neal. Go.”

“Yeah, I’m going.” He took one step, then another. He was halfway towards the building when he turned back. Peter was still standing there.

He smiled. Peter waved and called out. “Go. Travel safe – come back.”

[queenaeron.livejournal.com]

Trick or Treat (Yeah, I'm late, but it's been a crazy week at OSU) :-)

[elrhiarhodan]

The walk to that classroom felt like he was going to his execution. Neal was certain that Peter wasn’t going to be there, or that he’d really not want to see him. The kids in the hall (they all seemed like babies now) ignored him. He hadn’t shaved for a few days, deliberately letting his beard grow so he would look older, and his hair was long. He wanted to look older, he needed to differentiate himself from the kid who came out to his secret crush and found his dreams on a snowy March night.

Peter was in his classroom, packing up, and Neal stood there, watching him. His breath caught in the back of his throat. Peter looked better than his memories – a little thinner, maybe more muscular, and he seemed, at least from the distance of the door to the desk, tired and a little sad.

Neal walked in and closed the door behind him.

“Hello, Peter.”

The shock on Peter’s face surprised him. Did he think he wasn’t going to come?

At first Neal couldn’t believe how disinterested Peter sounded – he could barely get him to say ‘hello’ back, and then - how quickly they descended into bickering. And even more that Peter thought that he had found someone else.

They sniped at each other and Neal found himself two breathes away from disgracing himself and bursting into tears. It was so fucking unfair. He had everything planned - everything and it was all going so wrong.

Then Neal caught something – a look in Peter’s eyes. Was Peter afraid of him? That didn’t seem possible – but maybe, just maybe that was why Peter wasn’t happy to see him, why he just stupidly kept insisting he was too old for him.

He just kept at Peter, pressing at him (much to his own surprise), and was blown away by his admission. It stunned him to think that Peter was scared that he’d regret getting involved with him, that he’d leave him. That he’d walk away. Peter didn’t say it, but he was scared that Neal would be disappointed in him.

He had never thought about that – Peter was always so strong, so confident. If Peter was the man that he was, Neal would never have had the courage to come out to him, to tell him what he was thinking, what he wanted to do.

It shocked him that Peter was so vulnerable – and that Neal had the power to hurt him so badly. It made him wonder about his past, who had done that to him, who left without a word, who left him feeling worthless.

“I’d never, ever do that to you.” Neal breathed – and he wouldn’t. How could he? You don’t do that to someone you love.

He wanted to fall to his knees and wrap his arms around Peter’s waist, to do all the things he’d dreamed about. He wanted to show Peter how very much he loved and trusted him – and that nothing short of death would keep him away.

Neal approached Peter – cautiously, he didn’t want to scare him. And for every step he took, Peter backed away, until he was caught between him and the blackboard.