Five Acts Meme - this looks like good, kinky fun :)

[dreamsofspike]

I've never taken part in this meme before, but it looks like a lot of fun!! I plan on filling a lot, and hope I get fills too! :)

I decided to play in the very darkest side of my mental playground, and my five choices are very twisted and creepy, and they are...

#1 - dub/non-con gunplay
#2 - captivity/Stockholm Syndrome
#3 - power plays/power

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[swirlsofblue]

Neal knocks on the door, Peter opens it.

“Hi.” Is all Neal says; they both know why he’s here. This was part of the deal when Peter got him out of prison.

Neal grins con grin number six as he enters the house, he feels inexplicably nervous and looking at Peter’s face just makes him more so. He was expecting Peter to look doubtful, sheepish at the very least. But Peter’s expression is hard and stoic, staring down Neal as though he’s no better than a dime-a-dozen thug, and Neal suddenly wonders whether Peter has done this before.

“Strip,” Peter commands, his gaze on Neal intense and unyielding.
He takes everything off, leaving his garments in a carefully folded pile.

“Don’t move,” Peter orders.

He stands still as Peter looks his slim frame up and down and he hates how intrusive that alone feels; Neal Caffrey doesn’t do vulnerable. Then hands are on him, rough and hard and calloused, running over his torso and back and buttocks, roaming as though he’s being catalogued, marked, the entirety of his flesh branded as Peter’s. He’s sent a knowing look and wants to pull away but he doesn’t. Peter pushes on his shoulders and lowers him to the floor, Neal holds in an anxious smile. Nothing has even happened yet, he needs to stop making such a fuss.

The next thing he knows he can feel Peter’s length pressing against his entrance.

“Wait, what about lube?” Neal asks.

“No,” Peter states with a steel-like voice, as he begins to slowly push into him.

It’s uncomfortable and awkward. Neal can’t help but tense up and that only makes it worse. He tries to think of something to distract him as Peter pushes deeper and the pain increases. The rhythm Peter settles into is much rougher than Neal’s used to and he squirms beneath him.

Neal knows all he has to do is say stop and Peter will stop and then Neal will go back to prison. And waste another four years of his life inside for no good reason, just because he couldn’t pull himself together to do one little thing. He’s a con-artist it’s not like he hasn’t had sex for the purpose of getting something before, except it sort of is; he usually doesn’t go beyond flirting (he’s brilliant at his job and that’s usually enough) and when it does go beyond it’s because Neal wants it to not because he’s being backed into a corner. It’s okay, he can get through this; he has to.

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[dreamsofspike]

*shivers* Oh, poor Neal. He's so resigned to this, lying to himself to make himself believe it's all right. And your Peter is so dark, so cold, and yet in character - like what an evil version of Peter would really be like.

I love this, thanks so much!! (Now off to see what I can do from your list ;) )

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[swirlsofblue]

Thank you, I'm so happy you loved it and found it ic :D.