Pets are taken care of - chapter 7
Author: NYWCgirl
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Characters: Neal, Peter, Clinton, Mozzie, Diana
Warning/genre: hurt/comfort, slavery, Stockholm syndrome, D/S relation, dub-con, Master/pet, sounding, restraints, gags
Spoilers: none
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~ WIP
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine…
As Always, chapter can also be found on AO3.
‘Neal, I know I promised you a surprise today, as it is Friday, but I need to take care of some business so I will be on a business trip for a couple of days. Jones is coming with me, but I asked Diana to stay with you. I will make this up to you.’
Neal nods. It will be the first time Peter leaves him alone over a longer period of time. He is disappointed that he isn´t going to see what the surprise is, but he also realizes that Peter has a business to run. He also knows that Peter is a man of his word. And to be honest, he feels like crap, he is coming down with something, so he is glad for the days of reprieve.
‘You know you can use the house. If there is anything, get Diana´s attention and she will take care of it.’
Neal nods and starts coughing.
‘Are you getting sick?’
Neal shakes his head.
Diana, who is sitting at the table having breakfast with them, looks up.
‘You sound like you are getting sick. Don’t worry, Peter. I will take care of him. The deal with McAllistair is important. Do you have the documents I put on your desk? And mention the takeover of Mometaso, he will be more than helpful. We will be alright, won’t we, Neal?’
Neal smiles at her and nods. It is not like he has a choice in the matter. But Diana is OK, she appears to be hard and businesslike, but she is intelligent and has a soft spot for Neal. And she handles him with respect and professionalism, he knows she will keep him safe. She is sort of a badass. He has seen her train in the gym and knows now not to underestimate her. He thought she was a personal assistant to Peter, but it turns out she is also his bodyguard, just like Jones. Peter seemed to have contracted people that are both street smart as well as intelligent. Shit, that also applies to him. That is why Peter likes him so much, he is his type.
* * *
Peter is two days into his business trip when Neal’s cold progresses into something uglier. It is the season and some of the staff has been sick. Neal has been in bed all day and Diana checks up on him several times during the day and reports to Peter. She even gave him pajama’s the moment Peter had left the house, telling Neal that the naked rule only applied when Peter was home.
During the night Neal starts to develop a fever. When she comes in, Neal is coughing curled up under the covers. She pulls them back and can see Neal shivering, he has red cones on his cheeks in his otherwise pale face. She gives him some liquid Tylenol and feeds him some water before he drops off in a fitful sleep.
The next morning when Diana checks up on him, the fever is still raging through Neal, it hasn´t decreased like she had hoped. This high a fever in the morning couldn´t be good. So she decides to call Peter again.
‘What is wrong Diana?’
Peter sounds worried.
‘Neal is sick and I am worried. His fever isn´t going down. I gave him some Tylenol, but still.’
‘I will call doctor Anthonis, he will take care of Neal. I will catch the next flight out Tell Neal I am on my way.’
Diana disconnects the call and calls to bring in some wet cloths.
‘Neal? Can you open your eyes for me?’
Neal slowly blinks against the light and Diana dimes the light. He looks even worse, there are dark circles beneath his unfocused eyes.
‘You hungry? I asked cook to make some chicken soup.’
Neal just stares at her with blank eyes.
‘Neal, you are worrying me. Come on, snap out of it. Peter is coming home.’
Diana takes a spoon and adds some of the liquid Tylenol, before spooning it into Neal´s mouth. He thickly swallows and there is a moment where she fears he will throw up, but then his eyes sort of glaze over and they slowly close.
She makes sure his breathing is fine and sits next to him, working on some files Peter needs.
* * *
At five o´clock, Peter steps through the front door.
‘How is he?’
Peter hands her his coat and briefcase while walking towards the bedroom. When Peter sees Neal, sick in the bed, he quickly walks over and sits on the bed next to him. Neal´s hair is plastered to his face. He is sleeping restlessly.
‘Neal?’
Neal keeps tossing and turning and doesn´t seem to notice Peter.
‘Boss, you need to take the gag off, before the doctor arrives.’
‘Yeah, of course. He is burning up, you weren’t exaggerating.’
Peter puts his hands around Neal´s head to unfasten the gag, when Neal´s eyes fly open. Neal grabs Peter´s arms and tries to fight him.
‘It´s OK Neal, we are taking the gag off.’
Peter unfastens it.
‘No please. I need it, Peter is my master, please.’ Neal croaks with a hoarse voice.
‘Shh, pet, your master wants the gag off. Can you open your eyes for me?’
Peter puts his hand on top of Neal´s head and start combing through the long strands of hair and Neal seems to calm down. Diana hands him a wet washcloth and Peter carefully wipes over Neal’s face.
‘Master?’
‘Yes Neal, you are sick, let me take care of you.’
The doorbell rings and the butler opens the door.
‘Doctor Anthonis, sir.’
‘Yes, let him in.’
‘Hi Peter, what do we have here?’
‘Neal has a cold, but his fever is bad and I just want to make sure he is OK.’
‘Let me see.’
The doctor takes out his stethoscope and starts examining Neal. It is soon clear Neal has strep and the doctor subscribes lots of fluids, antibiotics and paracetamol and ibuprofen. Nothing that won´t cure with enough rest.
Peter thanks the doctor for coming and asks Diana to make a run to the pharmacy.
Neal is still restless and Peter thinks about a way to take care of that. He has a soft rope gag that won´t make Neal´s jaw ache or put strain on his mouth or face. He ties it in Neal´s mouth and almost immediately Neal settles. Peter crawls in the bed and pulls Neal closer. Neal seeking the warmth, snuggles against Peter.
When Diana comes in, she carries a plastic bag with the medication, handing it to Peter and explaining the instructions. Peter´s butler places a tray on the nightstand with hot tea, crackers and a pitcher of water. Peter gently shakes Neal awake. His eyes are watery and he seems disoriented.
‘Hi sweetheart, you are sick, but I want you to drink something. Are you awake?’
Neal nods.
‘I´m taking off your gag, OK?’
Peter pulls the rope loose and holds a glass of water in front of Neal.
‘Small sips, come on.’
Neal drinks and Peter gives him more medicine. Neal swallows everything without question. He then slumps against Peter.
‘Come, you need to eat something.’
‘I´m not hungry.’
Neal whispers.
‘You need to eat something otherwise you will get a stomach ache.’
‘No, please.’
‘Neal! A couple of spoons of soup, come on.’
Neal opens his mouth and swallows the soup.
‘Good boy. Two more and some tea, and then you can go back to sleep.’
Neal does as he is told and soon after is fast asleep again.
Peter doesn´t leave his side. He has Diana bring in his laptop and cell phone and he works sitting in the bed, next to Neal, who is curled up against him. Whenever he stirs, Peter strokes him and talks to him, reassuring him.
* * *
The next morning Neal´s fever is down. He is weak and sweaty and Peter prepares a bath for him. He then guides Neal into it and baths Neal carefully. He takes off the chastity device and Neal moans when Peter takes his penis in his hand and slowly washes it. It grows under the attentions and Peter smiles when Neal keeps his eyes downcast.
‘You are a good pet Neal, you didn´t want the gag to be removed. I am proud. You deserve a reward.’
Neal is still too out of it to fully understands Peter´s words and the reward is not what he expected. When Peter dries him off and put him back in the freshly changed bed, Peter puts on medical gloves. He lubes up a different chastity device with a sound and he takes Neal´s penis in one hand and guides in a syringe with lube. He carefully injects lube up Neal´s urethra. He then takes the sound and slowly pushes it in. It burns and is uncomfortable, but it doesn´t hurt.
While Peter locks the device in place, Neal looks up at Peter.
‘I used a Prince Albert wand, it is hollow, so you will still be able to pee. I don´t want you getting an infection. Now rest. I want you to get better soon. And to put you at ease, this is not your reward. That is a surprise for when you are feeling better.’
Go to chapter 8 on DW or LJ.
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Characters: Neal, Peter, Clinton, Mozzie, Diana
Warning/genre: hurt/comfort, slavery, Stockholm syndrome, D/S relation, dub-con, Master/pet, sounding, restraints, gags
Spoilers: none
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~ WIP
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine…
As Always, chapter can also be found on AO3.
‘Neal, I know I promised you a surprise today, as it is Friday, but I need to take care of some business so I will be on a business trip for a couple of days. Jones is coming with me, but I asked Diana to stay with you. I will make this up to you.’
Neal nods. It will be the first time Peter leaves him alone over a longer period of time. He is disappointed that he isn´t going to see what the surprise is, but he also realizes that Peter has a business to run. He also knows that Peter is a man of his word. And to be honest, he feels like crap, he is coming down with something, so he is glad for the days of reprieve.
‘You know you can use the house. If there is anything, get Diana´s attention and she will take care of it.’
Neal nods and starts coughing.
‘Are you getting sick?’
Neal shakes his head.
Diana, who is sitting at the table having breakfast with them, looks up.
‘You sound like you are getting sick. Don’t worry, Peter. I will take care of him. The deal with McAllistair is important. Do you have the documents I put on your desk? And mention the takeover of Mometaso, he will be more than helpful. We will be alright, won’t we, Neal?’
Neal smiles at her and nods. It is not like he has a choice in the matter. But Diana is OK, she appears to be hard and businesslike, but she is intelligent and has a soft spot for Neal. And she handles him with respect and professionalism, he knows she will keep him safe. She is sort of a badass. He has seen her train in the gym and knows now not to underestimate her. He thought she was a personal assistant to Peter, but it turns out she is also his bodyguard, just like Jones. Peter seemed to have contracted people that are both street smart as well as intelligent. Shit, that also applies to him. That is why Peter likes him so much, he is his type.
* * *
Peter is two days into his business trip when Neal’s cold progresses into something uglier. It is the season and some of the staff has been sick. Neal has been in bed all day and Diana checks up on him several times during the day and reports to Peter. She even gave him pajama’s the moment Peter had left the house, telling Neal that the naked rule only applied when Peter was home.
During the night Neal starts to develop a fever. When she comes in, Neal is coughing curled up under the covers. She pulls them back and can see Neal shivering, he has red cones on his cheeks in his otherwise pale face. She gives him some liquid Tylenol and feeds him some water before he drops off in a fitful sleep.
The next morning when Diana checks up on him, the fever is still raging through Neal, it hasn´t decreased like she had hoped. This high a fever in the morning couldn´t be good. So she decides to call Peter again.
‘What is wrong Diana?’
Peter sounds worried.
‘Neal is sick and I am worried. His fever isn´t going down. I gave him some Tylenol, but still.’
‘I will call doctor Anthonis, he will take care of Neal. I will catch the next flight out Tell Neal I am on my way.’
Diana disconnects the call and calls to bring in some wet cloths.
‘Neal? Can you open your eyes for me?’
Neal slowly blinks against the light and Diana dimes the light. He looks even worse, there are dark circles beneath his unfocused eyes.
‘You hungry? I asked cook to make some chicken soup.’
Neal just stares at her with blank eyes.
‘Neal, you are worrying me. Come on, snap out of it. Peter is coming home.’
Diana takes a spoon and adds some of the liquid Tylenol, before spooning it into Neal´s mouth. He thickly swallows and there is a moment where she fears he will throw up, but then his eyes sort of glaze over and they slowly close.
She makes sure his breathing is fine and sits next to him, working on some files Peter needs.
* * *
At five o´clock, Peter steps through the front door.
‘How is he?’
Peter hands her his coat and briefcase while walking towards the bedroom. When Peter sees Neal, sick in the bed, he quickly walks over and sits on the bed next to him. Neal´s hair is plastered to his face. He is sleeping restlessly.
‘Neal?’
Neal keeps tossing and turning and doesn´t seem to notice Peter.
‘Boss, you need to take the gag off, before the doctor arrives.’
‘Yeah, of course. He is burning up, you weren’t exaggerating.’
Peter puts his hands around Neal´s head to unfasten the gag, when Neal´s eyes fly open. Neal grabs Peter´s arms and tries to fight him.
‘It´s OK Neal, we are taking the gag off.’
Peter unfastens it.
‘No please. I need it, Peter is my master, please.’ Neal croaks with a hoarse voice.
‘Shh, pet, your master wants the gag off. Can you open your eyes for me?’
Peter puts his hand on top of Neal´s head and start combing through the long strands of hair and Neal seems to calm down. Diana hands him a wet washcloth and Peter carefully wipes over Neal’s face.
‘Master?’
‘Yes Neal, you are sick, let me take care of you.’
The doorbell rings and the butler opens the door.
‘Doctor Anthonis, sir.’
‘Yes, let him in.’
‘Hi Peter, what do we have here?’
‘Neal has a cold, but his fever is bad and I just want to make sure he is OK.’
‘Let me see.’
The doctor takes out his stethoscope and starts examining Neal. It is soon clear Neal has strep and the doctor subscribes lots of fluids, antibiotics and paracetamol and ibuprofen. Nothing that won´t cure with enough rest.
Peter thanks the doctor for coming and asks Diana to make a run to the pharmacy.
Neal is still restless and Peter thinks about a way to take care of that. He has a soft rope gag that won´t make Neal´s jaw ache or put strain on his mouth or face. He ties it in Neal´s mouth and almost immediately Neal settles. Peter crawls in the bed and pulls Neal closer. Neal seeking the warmth, snuggles against Peter.
When Diana comes in, she carries a plastic bag with the medication, handing it to Peter and explaining the instructions. Peter´s butler places a tray on the nightstand with hot tea, crackers and a pitcher of water. Peter gently shakes Neal awake. His eyes are watery and he seems disoriented.
‘Hi sweetheart, you are sick, but I want you to drink something. Are you awake?’
Neal nods.
‘I´m taking off your gag, OK?’
Peter pulls the rope loose and holds a glass of water in front of Neal.
‘Small sips, come on.’
Neal drinks and Peter gives him more medicine. Neal swallows everything without question. He then slumps against Peter.
‘Come, you need to eat something.’
‘I´m not hungry.’
Neal whispers.
‘You need to eat something otherwise you will get a stomach ache.’
‘No, please.’
‘Neal! A couple of spoons of soup, come on.’
Neal opens his mouth and swallows the soup.
‘Good boy. Two more and some tea, and then you can go back to sleep.’
Neal does as he is told and soon after is fast asleep again.
Peter doesn´t leave his side. He has Diana bring in his laptop and cell phone and he works sitting in the bed, next to Neal, who is curled up against him. Whenever he stirs, Peter strokes him and talks to him, reassuring him.
* * *
The next morning Neal´s fever is down. He is weak and sweaty and Peter prepares a bath for him. He then guides Neal into it and baths Neal carefully. He takes off the chastity device and Neal moans when Peter takes his penis in his hand and slowly washes it. It grows under the attentions and Peter smiles when Neal keeps his eyes downcast.
‘You are a good pet Neal, you didn´t want the gag to be removed. I am proud. You deserve a reward.’
Neal is still too out of it to fully understands Peter´s words and the reward is not what he expected. When Peter dries him off and put him back in the freshly changed bed, Peter puts on medical gloves. He lubes up a different chastity device with a sound and he takes Neal´s penis in one hand and guides in a syringe with lube. He carefully injects lube up Neal´s urethra. He then takes the sound and slowly pushes it in. It burns and is uncomfortable, but it doesn´t hurt.
While Peter locks the device in place, Neal looks up at Peter.
‘I used a Prince Albert wand, it is hollow, so you will still be able to pee. I don´t want you getting an infection. Now rest. I want you to get better soon. And to put you at ease, this is not your reward. That is a surprise for when you are feeling better.’
Go to chapter 8 on DW or LJ.