elrhiarhodan

Title: Dreamscape Nightmares (For Kink Bingo – Bondage – Wrist/Ankle Restraints)
Author:

elrhiarhodan
Rating: NC-17 (See W/E/T)
Fandom/Spoilers: White Collar, Pilot (is this still considered a spoiler?)
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Non-Con/Dub-Con (dreams only)
Word Count: ~1000
Summary: Peter dreams about capturing Neal, and is very disturbed.

From two prompts - from

surreal_44 - Peter – Dreaming and from

be_a_rebel - Peter – Angsty, Thinky Porn.
For

kink_bingo – Bondage – Wrist/Ankle Restraints Square

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Peter hates mornings when he wakes up with the fragments of dreams still floating behind his eyes. He doesn't like the mystery, the ambiguity of those images. He read Freud in college, and did the basic dream analysis for his freshman Psychology class, and was always dissatisfied with the results.

There is no science to the interpretation of dreams, and when he tries to remember them, he ends up antsy, angry and frustrated.

But none of that that applies to sex dreams. He never minds those, no matter how kinky, how bizarre, how far beyond the realm of what most people consider right or normal. El always knows when he has a particularly vivid sex dream, and she delights in teasing it out of him. Those dreams also made for great phone sex during the early years of their marriage, when he was on the road more than he was home.

But, the first time he dreams about having sex with Neal Caffrey, Peter wakes up in an icy, cold sweat with the hardest erection he can ever remember. It isn't that he has had a sex dream about another man - he's been having those since he was 15 and he saw the captain of his varsity baseball team getting his brains fucked out by the team's all-star catcher. It is that he is dreaming about Neal Caffrey, a wanted man, a criminal, a person who he is going to arrest and throw into jail at the earliest possible moment.

It is just WRONG to dream about fucking Neal, abusing that beautiful body in so many different ways. Over the course of the next three years, he dreams about sodomizing Neal over the hood of his car, against the bars of a jail cell, while chained to a wall. He dreams about shoving his cock down Neal's throat and shooting his come while Neal gagged, or better, all over his face. Peter dreamed about pinching and biting and marking the other man. In each of these dreams, Neal is handcuffed, unable to resist Peter, and Peter doesn't seem to care whether or not Neal wants or likes what Peter is doing to him.

Maybe that was what was so damn disturbing. In his dreams, Peter Burke had become a rapist.

For the better part of three years, Peter dreams about fucking Neal Caffrey, willing or unwilling – but always shacked with his handcuffs.

It doesn’t take a psychologist to understand the subtext of these dreams. They are about asserting control over a very frustrating aspect of his life, but they are surprisingly literal, too. Peter expected and hopes that these violent sex dreams about Neal Caffrey would stop after the man's arrest. They do, for a while. His nighttimes return to some semblance of normality - or at least insofar as any dreamscape could be normal, and the first time he has a sex dream that didn't feature his favorite criminal and handcuffs, he is ... well thrilled is a mild word. Let's just say he and Elizabeth break their bed.

But the dreams return, even darker, even more disturbing after Neal is convicted and sentenced. Peter is under no illusions about the dangers Neal will face in a maximum security prison, and as wrong as it is to have sex dreams about forcing himself on Neal, it is worse to dream about Neal being assaulted in prison, and to wake so intensely aroused. Each time he has that dream, (they are mostly the same, unlike the ones where he is fucking Neal) he calls the prison to assure himself that Neal hasn't been attacked. Each time, the warden promises him that Neal is kept in a one-man cell, he is never assigned to risky work details and he had even established his own protection for periods on the yard. In other words, Neal pretty much has the whole prison system wrapped around his little finger.

Eventually, thankfully, those dreams fade too and life resumes its normal cadence. The years pass and Peter sort of stops thinking about Neal - and he'd like to think he would have completely stopped if it isn't for the silly, handmade cards he'd get on his birthdays and on the holidays. At least those cards never trigger any sex dreams, thankfully. Essentially, the presence of Neal Caffrey in his subconscious dwindles to nothing – until the day he escaped the maximum security facility with three months left on a four-year sentence.

It takes four hours to catch Neal – if catching is even the word for finding the heartbroken man sitting on the dirty floor of that empty apartment (Peter is thankful that arresting Neal is the province of the U.S. Marshal’s office, so he doesn’t have to put the cuffs on him). It takes another ten hours for sex dreams about Neal Caffrey to return. But these dreams have taken on a new variation. They are disturbing in a whole new way. In this dreamscape, Neal is willing. He is actually more than willing, he is the seducer, the aggressor. He approaches Peter, sliding his hands under his jacket (making some snide comment about the fit and quality of his clothing) and strips him bare. Sometimes Neal is dressed in his prison orange, sometimes he’s in jeans and a t-shirt, sometimes he’s perfectly dressed in an expensive suit.

While Neal’s clothing varies, what happens next never does. Peter falls to his knees and mouths Neal’s dick through his pants, bringing his half-hard cock to full tumescence before taking in out. Peter swallows Neal in a single, swift movement. In his dreams, he doesn’t need to breath and he milks Neal with his throat, keeping his nose buried in his dark, sweaty pubes.

When he brings his hands up to play with Neal’s ass, he finds he can’t – he’s been fettered with his own handcuffs. When he feels Neal caress his head, he’s startled by the hard tap of cool metal and chains. Neal’s hands are shackled too and in the way that dreams morph without respect for reality or the laws of time or the laws of physics, their hands become locked in pairs of handcuffs which have no keys.

FIN