Are You My Master?
Title: Are You My Master?
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Peter/El/Neal
Summary: A retelling of the Seuss classic
Word Count: ~700
Warnings/Rating: Vague references to a D/s lifestyle but nothing explicit or sexual
Notes: A warm fluffy bunny that visited me in Soc class
When he fell asleep, Neal was closely nestled against his Master's side. Kate's hair smelled fruity, and her body was warm against his. Their legs were intertwined just like their fingers. Her perfume made him was familiar and safe.
*
Little Neal Caffrey work to find himself alone and wanting very much someone to love him and keep him company. He dressed himself in the pretty clothes left by his bed and wandered.
First, he met June. She chattered cheerily and had a colorfulness that made him feel right at home. When she handed him a Dior hat, he smiled and asked, “Are you my Master?”
She shook her head. “No, but feel free to come visit me! Good luck!”
Outside now, he was embraced by a short, plump man with thick glasses. Both men shared conspirators' smiles. Neal happily toyed with the jingling bands on Mozzie's wrists.
“Are you my Master?”
He shook his head. “Not me, Neal.”
They spent the rest of the afternoon taking advantage of strangely dressed tourist with a fascination for the cup and ball game. They lost every time. When night came, Mozzie offered him a place at Sunday - “It's Tuesday, Moz” - but he refused. He wanted to find his Master.
Feeling a little hungry, he found himself strolling around downtown and met Diana and Christie. They were both kind and gorgeous even though Neal had attempted to lift Christie's wristwatch. Pleased by their attention and even by Diana's lecture, he felt compelled to ask, “Are you my Masters?”
Christie looked surprised, while Diana looked mournful. “I'm sorry but no. Would you like to join us for dinner anyway?”
He enjoyed Alfredo and white wine fed to him, while he knelt at their feet. As they were walking towards the ladies' apartment, Diana passed his a note with an address on it and gave him a chaste good-bye kiss on the cheek.
“Hello there.”
Elizabeth Burke was very compassionate towards him considering the late hour, and though he felt drawn to her, he didn't think she would fit better than anyone else had. Still, wrapped snugly in a coat that belonged to a larger man than he, he asked, “Are you my Master?”
Instead of looking sadly at him like everyone else had, she chuckled. “Not me, Neal.”
They stayed up until the front door opened. It was almost one in the morning, and Neal felt a surge of relief at a familiar sigh.
“Hey, hon'.” Husband and wife greeted each other with fond kisses.
Practically bouncing up on his toes, Neal bounded up from the couch. Luckily, Peter was prepared for an armful of Caffrey.
“Master!” He kissed Peter loudly, more of a mashed smile than an erotic engagement. “You lost me!”
“Did I?” He held Neal at arms length with one arm and a black metal band in the other. “Well, I found you now, and I'm not losing you again.”
He secured the anklet and patted Neal's leg reassuringly. Neal felt a warmth bubbling up through his chest and nuzzled against Peter.
“I'm sleepy.”
El looped an arm around his waist. “We'll wait for Peter upstairs.”
As they were going upstairs, Peter heard a bewildered Neal ask, “Are you sure you're not my Master, too?”
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Peter/El/Neal
Summary: A retelling of the Seuss classic
Word Count: ~700
Warnings/Rating: Vague references to a D/s lifestyle but nothing explicit or sexual
Notes: A warm fluffy bunny that visited me in Soc class
When he fell asleep, Neal was closely nestled against his Master's side. Kate's hair smelled fruity, and her body was warm against his. Their legs were intertwined just like their fingers. Her perfume made him was familiar and safe.
*
Little Neal Caffrey work to find himself alone and wanting very much someone to love him and keep him company. He dressed himself in the pretty clothes left by his bed and wandered.
First, he met June. She chattered cheerily and had a colorfulness that made him feel right at home. When she handed him a Dior hat, he smiled and asked, “Are you my Master?”
She shook her head. “No, but feel free to come visit me! Good luck!”
Outside now, he was embraced by a short, plump man with thick glasses. Both men shared conspirators' smiles. Neal happily toyed with the jingling bands on Mozzie's wrists.
“Are you my Master?”
He shook his head. “Not me, Neal.”
They spent the rest of the afternoon taking advantage of strangely dressed tourist with a fascination for the cup and ball game. They lost every time. When night came, Mozzie offered him a place at Sunday - “It's Tuesday, Moz” - but he refused. He wanted to find his Master.
Feeling a little hungry, he found himself strolling around downtown and met Diana and Christie. They were both kind and gorgeous even though Neal had attempted to lift Christie's wristwatch. Pleased by their attention and even by Diana's lecture, he felt compelled to ask, “Are you my Masters?”
Christie looked surprised, while Diana looked mournful. “I'm sorry but no. Would you like to join us for dinner anyway?”
He enjoyed Alfredo and white wine fed to him, while he knelt at their feet. As they were walking towards the ladies' apartment, Diana passed his a note with an address on it and gave him a chaste good-bye kiss on the cheek.
“Hello there.”
Elizabeth Burke was very compassionate towards him considering the late hour, and though he felt drawn to her, he didn't think she would fit better than anyone else had. Still, wrapped snugly in a coat that belonged to a larger man than he, he asked, “Are you my Master?”
Instead of looking sadly at him like everyone else had, she chuckled. “Not me, Neal.”
They stayed up until the front door opened. It was almost one in the morning, and Neal felt a surge of relief at a familiar sigh.
“Hey, hon'.” Husband and wife greeted each other with fond kisses.
Practically bouncing up on his toes, Neal bounded up from the couch. Luckily, Peter was prepared for an armful of Caffrey.
“Master!” He kissed Peter loudly, more of a mashed smile than an erotic engagement. “You lost me!”
“Did I?” He held Neal at arms length with one arm and a black metal band in the other. “Well, I found you now, and I'm not losing you again.”
He secured the anklet and patted Neal's leg reassuringly. Neal felt a warmth bubbling up through his chest and nuzzled against Peter.
“I'm sleepy.”
El looped an arm around his waist. “We'll wait for Peter upstairs.”
As they were going upstairs, Peter heard a bewildered Neal ask, “Are you sure you're not my Master, too?”