elrhiarhodan

sequel to this: http://elrhiarhodan.livejournal.com/218920.html?thread=6555432#t6555432 and this: http://elrhiarhodan.livejournal.com/218920.html?thread=6563368#t6563368

"So should I be looking for your cache in a cave somewhere?" Peter asked, as lightly as he could manage, but Neal favored him with a black look.

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Sequel to the comment right above this, and the ones linked in that. This might be becoming a thing.

Peter watched him put on his hat and fasten the buttons on his jacket, putting that shiny, reflective veneer on, he one that said, "see, this is why I don't seem quite real, I'm not."

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coffeethyme4me.livejournal.com

Warning: Dub/non-con

The question wasn't how could he -- with Neal there prone, the ropes biting into his wrists, his thighs, his cock -- it was really more how could he not, because when he knelt down and traced Neal's throat with his gun and that long beautiful cock wept at his cold touch, Keller understood that Neal would never surrender, but that he might always, for the rest of their pathetic days, wish that he could.

El/Sara -- after dinner

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coffeethyme4me.livejournal.com

He maybe should've rubbed one out in the bathroom first, because when he opens the door, Peter is eating Elizabeth out in *his* bed and she's moaning, "Neal, Neal, oh Neal," -- *his* name, for whatever reason *his* name -- and her tits are like raspberries and Neal can just see Peter's cock, so heavy it hangs even when it's hard, dangling there between his stoic legs, demanding Neal's hot mouth, and Neal is almost too hard to walk -- but he does.

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He had never been able to disappoint someone, so he smiled, and he lied, and if the lies didn't last for long, he made sure he was gone before he saw it happen.

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"Oh Honey," she whispered, "It's okay if you don't want to tell us things."

Prompt: Keller - Terms of Endearment

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sheenianni.livejournal.com

And really, it’s not the first time, nor third or even tenth, so he should already be used to the feeling when it clasps around his ankle again, except he’s not, and no matter how loose or tight they put it on, the first few moments are always suffocating, right until Neal hides his jealousy behind a perfect smile and they all go back to their routine.

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doctor-fangeek.livejournal.com

Neither of them is entirely sure just how the op went south so fast, but the next thing they know they’re making a dash for the small plane on the other side of the tarmac, Peter is asking Neal if he’s sure that he can fly it, and Neal is assuring him that he was once, maybe, allegedly, a pilot.

Edited Date: 2011-11-09 09:01 pm (UTC)

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Moving suited her, so much more so than she ever would have guessed before she left Neal, Moz, and New York; No matter where she went, she could float away on the breeze.

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On gray days, he could smell the jet fuel, and he wondered if her body was the ash he could taste on the breeze; those were the days is stomach churned and his eyes watered, and he couldn't talk about what was wrong.

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greyminerva

When the tracker comes off, Neal feels like he's in free fall, like he's weightless - but not in a good way, he's afraid he's going to float away, that all the hard work he's put into becoming a new man, a better man will be for nought and the hollow, empty shell of Con-man Caffrey will be blown off course by the first stiff wind to come along - until Peter's hand settles on the nape of his neck, and his feet touch the ground again, solid, heavy, real.

Prompts (since I suddenly realized I haven't left ONE so far *blushes*):
Neal - any way I can
Peter - I never lose
El - I don't take no for an answer
Mozzie - you've got to know when to hold'em

Bitch
Whipped
Shakespeare
Homecoming
Swinging

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Loving Neal, fucking Neal, having that beautiful body under him, at his command was like a drug, as addictive as heroin, as soul-trapping as LSD, and he knew that if he ever wanted to quit, he'd have to go cold turkey.

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"Make him take all of it," Peter hissed as Elizabeth slowly worked the lubed neck of the champagne bottle up Neal's carefully stretched ass.

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Peter loved Thanksgiving, it was the one meal a year when he could count on having all his lovers, including Mozzie, around the table.

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Sara grinned like a maniac; the Lamborghini Diablo she just "recovered" was better than her favorite vibrator, especially as she pushed it over two hundred miles an hour.

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She fell in love with it, right out of the box; it was so sleek, so elegant, a small, battery operated, bluetooth controlled technological wonder that would add a little zest to those morning staff meetings.

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As much as he wanted to shout his love and adoration for Neal (and his perfect cock) to the world, Peter knew that he needed to keep their relationship under the radar; but that didn't explain why Diana and Clinton were giving Neal style points as he deep-throated him in the conference room.

Edited Date: 2011-11-10 12:32 am (UTC)

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Elizabeth Burke never thought she wanted to know what another woman's breasts felt like against her own, but seeing Diana's tits with their hard dark nipples poking through that sheer blouse, made her realize that she was missing out on one of life's most perfect pleasures.

Edited Date: 2011-11-10 12:36 am (UTC)

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Sara couldn't believe Neal Caffrey had been found not guilty on all counts art theft, but at least he going to do time for something.

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Kate sat down on someone's front stoop -- she'd stay there until the tennants chased her off -- and tried to put the peices together: her boss ran off with all their money, she was out of a job, and it turned out her boyfriend had given her a fake name, so all in all, she thought she earned this cry.

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Neal sat vigil at Elizabeth's bedside, comforted by the steady beeping of the heart monitor, knowing that if she didn't make it through, it would be all his fault.

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