Gift Exchange

Author: Ashley5627
Title: Gift Exchange
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: None
Characters: Peter, Neal
Warning: none
Spoilers: none
Rating: Gen
Genre: hurt/comfort, friendship, humor
Author's Notes: This is for the whitecollarhc advent. This isn't much of a hurt/comfort, and it's pretty short, but the fic I've been working on for this advent is not ready, so I decided to put this out now, and post the other one when it's ready.

Summary: The Secret Santa Exchange at the White Collar Unit is a little different than others. Here you're encouraged to guess what your gift is. When Neal does, Peter isn't amused.

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Neal gave the box in his hands a little shake, then sat it down on the desk between him and Peter. "Cufflinks," he said simply, confident of his guess.

Peter stared unblinking at Neal for several moments. "I hate you," he stated simply.

"Come on, Peter! You don't hate me," Neal responded with a blinding smile as he leaned back in his chair across from Peter.

"You cheated," Peter accused Neal with a stern point of his finger.

"How did I cheat?" Neal held his hands up and shrugged in confusion and clear innocence as Peter stood up to pace his office.

"I don't know, but you did - somehow." Peter's hands were now on his hips and his lips were beginning to pucker in irritation.

"Is this an investigation now?" Neal asked with raised eyebrows.

"Are you admitting to a crime?" Peter countered, his attention fully on Neal's answer.

"I didn't cheat!" Neal exclaimed, as if the sheer idea insulted him.

"If anyone could cheat at this, it'd be you," Peter said with narrowed eyes.

"A compliment! Peter, I'm surprised, especially given how angry you seem to be right now, though why you are is beyond me," Neal said, continuing to get under Peter's skin like no one else could.

"Because you cheated!" Peter all but shouted.

"I didn't cheat, Peter," Neal reiterated in a patient manner that grinded at Peter's nerves.

Peter placed his hands on his desk and loomed over a very unintimidated Neal. "Then how did you know?" he demanded, his low voice enunciating each word slowly and clearly.

Neal tried not to smile smugly, but he was failing miserably - the cheeky bastard. "I've been subtly mentioning that I've been wanting new cuff links for the last couple of weeks, just easing it into conversations and letting you think that you thought of it all by yourself. It really wasn't that hard," he said, letting out a little laugh at Peter mixed expression - bewilderment and anger among them.

"You conned me," Peter said, actually feeling a little betrayed by that.

"I tested you. Now you know you can be manipulated like that. You're welcome," Neal responded easily.

"No, this is not some lesson you're teaching me," Peter started, but Neal was already countering him.

"I'm a conman." At Peter's stern look, he chose to rephrase. "Was a conman. I know how to manipulate a persons actions. That's why I was the best," he said with a huge, self-satisfied grin.

Peter glared at an annoyingly cheerful Neal for another minute until a thought occurred to him. "Wait, how did you know that I'd even be your secret Santa until today?"

Neal stood up with the grace of a dancer, flipped his hat onto his head with complete ease and smiled at Peter from under the brim like the world was all a game and he knew exactly how to cheat without ever getting caught. "Now, I can't reveal all of my tricks, can I? There would be no reason to keep me around then." Neal spun on his heel and strolled out the door of Peter's office with a spring in his step.

"I'm never going to be your secret Santa again!" Peter shouted after Neal.

"Merry Christmas, Peter," Neal said as he sauntered away.


Happy holidays!

Blue Christmas

Title: Blue Christmas
Author: ashley5627
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: none/gen (background Peter/El)
Characters: Neal, Peter, Elizabeth, Jones, Diana
Warnings: none
Spoilers: definite season 1 spoilers
Rating: PG-13
Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, friendship
Word Count: 12,000
Summary: Christmas was a time for happy get-togethers with loved ones, going out caroling with the neighbors and drinking too much egg nog. For his first Christmas out of prison, Neal only had plans for drinking.
Author's Notes: This was written for the 2016 whitecollarhc Advent Calendar. This is set in the first season even though Diana is in it. I didn't even think of it until it was too late, so just roll with it, okay?


Here's the story on AO3!

Wildest Dreams

Title: Wildest Dreams
Author: ashley5627
Fandom: White Collar
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter
Rating: R
Triggers: Fantasy of extremely dubious consent
Genre: PWP
Spoilers: Pilot
Word Count: ~ 2,800
Summary: With taking Neal on as his CI, Peter owned the conman, he just didn't know how much, and in how many ways, he wanted to until now. Set near the end of the pilot.
Author notes: I would like to thank kanarek13 for helping me out and coming up with ideas for sequels! I'm have something in the works, so we'll see how it goes!



Neal's nervous face greeted Peter as the man opened the door to his apartment. No, that wasn't quite right, Neal wasn't nervous, he was flat-out terrified.

Already half-hard and ready to take what was his, Peter became even more turned on by seeing that fear on Neal's handsome face, and knowing that he was the cause of it.

Neal had taken off his jacket and tie, but was still wearing his perfectly-pressed white dress shirt and pants he'd had on at the office when Peter had discussed the details of their new agreement after taking down the Dutchmen. Peter couldn't wait to wrinkle and dirty them.

"Peter, I think we need to talk about this," Neal started, as if he could do something to stop what was about to happen. He had already given plenty of time to prepare himself, mentally and physically, for this.

"There's nothing to talk about, Neal, unless you want to go back to prison," Peter said casually as he pushed past Neal and entered the apartment. Only one wine glass was on the table next to a bottle of wine. Neal's mysterious friend wasn't there, good.

"No, I don't," Peter heard Neal quietly utter from behind him, then picked his voice back up. "But-"

"But nothing, Neal," Peter said sharply as he spun around to stare at Neal intimidatingly, not playing around anymore. "If you want to stay out of prison, you'll do as I say."

"You can't do this," Neal stated fiercely, but it sounded so much more like begging, which caused Peter's dick to swell even more. It also made him wonder how Neal would look on his knees, pleading with his eyes as he took Peter's thick cock deep into his lying mouth. His imagination was vivid, something that he'd used more than once to get himself off, but now he had the chance to see the real thing.

"I can and I will," Peter said calmly as he stalked over to Neal, who had yet to move away from the door. Bad move on his part.

Peter roughly shoved the smaller man's lithe frame against the door, causing it to slam shut with a loud bang that nearly drowned out Neal's gasp of surprise. No matter, June had needed to leave town for a few days. They could make as much noise as they wanted and no one would hear them.

Planting his hands on the door on either side of Neal's head, Peter leaned in close to Neal's ear and whispered, "I own you, in every single way, and I plan on taking full advantage of that." Neal's answering shiver was electrifying.

Neal opened his mouth to uselessly protest more, but Peter pressed his lips onto Neal's to shut him up. Neal tried to pull away, but he was trapped and at the complete mercy of Peter's tongue as it pushed into his mouth before he had the chance to close it.

Neal's hands came up and pushed at Peter's shoulders, but he was simply not as strong and definitely not as large as the agent and didn't get far. Peter continued to attack Neal's mouth, pressing his tongue in every corner and crevice he could reach, memorizing what was now his to take.

Peter grabbed the thieving hands that were still uselessly pushing at him and released Neal's mouth to catch his breath, slamming the hands in his against the door.

Neal looked so vulnerable and helpless as he gazed up at Peter, eyes wet with unshed tears.

A better man would have ended this now, apologized and pretended that this was just a drunken mistake, but Peter was not a better man, as sober as a judge and so hard that it was starting to hurt.

"Peter..." Neal said, and Peter could just imagine Neal screaming his name as he was being pounded into, not able to do a thing to stop it. The mental image had him grabbing Neal's perfectly-rounded ass and squeezing it as he leaned in again to take in Neal's scent. He smelled of ridiculously expensive wine, citrus shampoo and that cologne that he'd worn every time they'd been together so far and made Peter lightheaded whenever he got a whiff.

"I've already told you your choices here, Neal. I could send you back to prison as a snitch to the FBI and become everyone's bitch, or I could fuck you, whenever and wherever I want. I have my own preference, but it's still your choice," Peter said, then nibbled on Neal's earlobe as he let the young man realize that he had no way out.

A blush crept up on Neal's cheeks as his eyes lowered to the ground. Peter knew that he may not like this, but he would take the lesser of two evils, after some motivation.

Peter smacked Neal's ass and he startled badly, bumping into Peter while trying to get away from the man's hand. He brushed up against Peter's trapped cock, nearly making him moan in pleasure. If that was how he responded to a light smack...

"What's it going to be?" Peter asked, grabbing Neal's chin and tilting it up, forcing him to look in his eyes.

Neal tried to shake his head, but Peter held him still. "I can't go back to prison," Neal eventually whispered, wide eyes desperate for another way. "B-but I don't even swing that way," he then offered with a nervous chuckle, apparently thinking that that fact would change anything. It was kind of adorable.

Peter kissed him lightly on the lips, then trapped his lower lip between his teeth and tugged until it slipped out. "I'll give you what you need," he promised, though this really wasn't for him. This was for Peter and for Neal to know his place.

Grabbing Neal firmly by the arm, Peter steered him to the large bed past the seating area. He then shoved Neal face-up onto it and, in a few well-practiced moves, got his handcuffs out, grabbed Neal's hands and cuffed him to the headboard without giving Neal a chance to escape. He tightened them until he knew that Neal had no chance to slip them, something the agent knew he was more than capable of doing.

Neal's expression was of betrayal, but Peter ignored it as he climbed on top of the smaller man. Claiming Neal's mouth with his own once again, Peter made quick work of the buttons on Neal's shirt. Once his perfectly sculpted chest was bare, Peter pinched and twisted Neal's beautiful nipples until he cried out into Peter's mouth.

Moving south, Peter removed Neal's pants and underwear simultaneously, then pulled out a thin piece of rope and tied it to Neal's flaccid cock and balls, making sure it was nice and tight. "No coming tonight," Peter said, smiling at Neal's scandalized expression. Whether it was from not being able to come or from the insinuation that he'd come from having a man's cock up his ass, it didn't matter to Peter.

Peter leaned back for a moment to appreciate Neal's vulnerable form, tied up and at his complete mercy. Long arms stretched above his head, unbuttoned shirt open and inviting, pink nipples hard from the cold air and being tantalized, washboard abs flexing as he held himself stiffly, cock and balls trapped and unable to orgasm without his permission, and two perfect ass cheeks that hid a hot, little hole that was just for Peter now. Yes, he was sure that this deal would work out just fine.

"Peter, please. Think about what you're doing," Neal said, almost as if he was trying to talk Peter away from a ledge that he was about to jump off of. Perhaps he was, in a way.

Peter leaned in close and sucked a hickey on the side of Neal's neck before speaking. "Trust me, Neal, I have thought long and hard about this," Peter said slowly with a dangerous glint in his eye that had Neal swallowing hard. When Peter went in for a kiss and Neal didn't pull back much, Peter counted that as consent to continue.

It took a couple of swats to Neal's cock for him to keep his legs open when Peter spread them, but then the agent was rewarded with his first look at Neal's little pink pucker. It was beautiful, just like the rest of him.

Neal clenched up when Peter swiped his thumb over it, sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed in slightly, teasing and testing the muscles. He was tight and going to need a lot of work before he'd be able to take Peter's substantial girth. Not that he minded the chance to unfurl Neal's body.

Taking out the bottle of lube he'd brought with him, Peter slicked up two fingers and grabbed one of Neal's legs. He pushed that leg against the man's chest and bent close as he pressed the first finger in.

Neal pulled away from the intruding finger with a yelp, but couldn't get very far with the handcuffs and Peter holding onto him. "I know it's cold, but you can take it," Peter soothed as he worked that finger in and out, going deeper with each thrust. Neal tried to squirm away again, but Peter held him down and continued to work that one finger.

Once Neal was loose enough, Peter added a second finger, doing it slowly to enjoy the breathless moans and gasps Neal was making as he was breached.

Feeling that he'd been more than generous, Peter picked up the pace. Neal writhed as Peter punched two fingers in and out of his slowly loosening hole.

"Peter," Neal said breathlessly, sounding like a plea - fuck me.

"I'll take you soon, just wait," Peter promised, then located Neal's prostate and rubbed it hard to get a reaction. Neal's back lifted off of the bed for a moment as he cried out, then stilled, only his chest and cock moving as he gasped for breath and became unintentionally aroused.

Neal's slowly hardening cock quickly wilted when Peter added a third finger, but he wasn't allowed to come anyway so it didn't matter. Peter finger-fucked Neal until he was sure he'd be loose enough to take him while it still being a little painful.

"Get on your knees and turn around," Peter ordered, ignoring the wounded look he received. He then waited patiently as Neal twisted, moaned and shuffled until he was facing the headboard with his wrists crossed painfully. Those handcuffs were definitely going to leave marks, so Neal would have to be sure to keep his sleeves over them while in public. There was no need for anyone else to know what they did behind closed doors.

Peter slapped the inside of Neal's trembling thighs and Neal listened to the silent command by spreading his legs. Peter plunged two fingers back inside Neal's hole, loving the feeling of the tight heat engulfing the digits. Neal stifled a moan as he once again tried to pull away, but Peter just followed him up the bed until the headboard stopped his feeble escape attempt.

After taking his fingers out and releasing his large cock from his pants, Peter slicked up his dick with the lube, lined it up with Neal's swollen hole and plunged into those dark depths, sheathing himself halfway in Neal's ass in one hard thrust.

Neal let loose a long, pained sound as he writhed beautifully on Peter's cock. He tried to squirm away in any direction he could, but Peter wasn't letting him go anywhere, hands on his hips and cock up his ass keeping him in one place.

God, he felt so damn good! So hot and tight even though he'd been thoroughly prepared. It was perfect, so much better than he'd imagined.

Once Neal settled down a bit, Peter rammed his cock the rest of the way, slamming his balls against the rim of Neal's ass was a satisfying slap.

Neal offered a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob, but that just spurred Peter on. He ground the base of his cock against Neal's taut rim, growling possessively.

"Mmm, you feel good," Peter groaned in Neal's ear.

"Please..." Neal begged, his head bowed.

"I got ya," Peter promised. Taking ahold of Neal's hips in a grip tight enough to leave bruises, Peter pulled back and pounded into the tight body under him.

Neal whined and writhed, but that turned Peter on more than anything. He couldn't go anywhere with the handcuffs on, and he knew it. He bunched the back of Neal's shirt into his fist and used it as leverage to take his new partner harder and faster.

Every time Neal said 'no, stop' Peter heard 'more, faster', so Peter pressed a thumb in next to his cock and picked up the pace, hammering into that hole like there was no tomorrow.

Eventually, Peter felt his orgasm building, so he hammered Neal's ass as roughly as he could to bring himself over the edge, Neal letting loose a musical scream as he was taken.

Peter's cock spurted semen into Neal's ass as he came, marking his boy as his. He felt it spread around his cock and finger as he continued to thrust into that struggling body under him. There wasn't enough space in Neal's tight ass, so it was forced out as Peter drove his cock in, over and over.

Once his orgasm ended, Peter left his still hard cock inside of Neal's ass as he wrapped one of his arms around Neal's delicate throat, tightening his grip until Neal couldn't draw a breath.

Neal started to buck and kick as he was suffocated, but all he did was fuck Peter's cock into his ass even farther, like he was trying to get it in as far as he possibly could.

Peter could feel Neal's life slowly drain from his body, and it gave him a power high that had his cock twitching inside of Neal's ass despite having just come. To know that he had the ability to do whatever he wanted to his new partner, that was exhilarating in a way he'd never felt before.

Only when Neal stopped fighting and start to go limp did Peter release his throat. He didn't want Neal to die, not really. He just wanted him to know that he had absolutely no power in this relationship.

Neal gasped and coughed, sucking air into his deprived lungs. There'd be bruises on his smooth neck by tomorrow, something that Peter was looking forward to admiring.

Happily sated, Peter pulled his still twitching cock out of Neal's ass, watching with fascination and satisfaction as his cum dribbled out of Neal's used hole. He wiped the cum dripping down his ass and pushed it back in so Neal could feel it, get used to the feeling of his cum up there.

"You'd better get used to this, Neal. I own you for four years," Peter said, still playing with the hole he owned. He used his thumb to push as much semen as he could back in as Neal used his arm to stifle his pathetic sobs.

Tucking himself back in, Peter unlocked Neal's wrists and let him fall to his side limply. He then undid the rope on Neal's soft cock and, feeling generous, gave Neal's dick as few strokes. Neal simply whimpered and curled into himself, Peter's cum slowly dripping out of his ass. Peter made a mental note to bring a butt plug next time, so Neal had to hold Peter's cum inside of himself until he said otherwise.

"I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning. I had blinds installed for my office, so don't be late," Peter said with a smirk right before he left Neal to cry himself to sleep.

Peter woke with a gasp, his rock-hard cock throbbing as the dream he just had flashed through his mind, making him even harder. He pulled away from his wife as carefully as he could and hobbled into the bathroom, cheeks red from both embarrassment and arousal.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he was jerking off into a washcloth to the filthy, and admittedly hot, memories of his dream, the rough material not nearly as satisfying as his dream had been, as Neal, his partner and friend, who he'd never, ever treat like that, had been.

After an electrifying orgasm that left him feeling lightheaded and beyond guilty, Peter washed himself up and vowed to never speak to Elizabeth or Neal about the dirty dream he had, no matter how many times he had it.

Take Advantage

Title: Take Advantage
Author: ashley5627
Fandom: White Collar
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, PWP
Spoilers: None
Word Count: ~ 1,600
Summary: The two of them only had a few minutes for lunch, but Peter made sure to take full advantage of every second.
Author notes: This is written for Round 4 of runthecon. I was tagged by sapphire2309 with the prompt 'take advantage' and while it may not have been exactly what was expected, I think I did pretty good!
I did just get back from camping, so I'm a bit tired and didn't have as much time as I had liked to. Oh well! If you see any mistakes, let me know and I'll fix them!

They didn't have enough time to wait for the elevator, find a place to eat and have lunch and make it back in time for the meeting, so Peter came up with a much better idea to spend their time.

Taking the initiative like he usually did in their relationship, Peter took ahold of Neal's arm and led him down the hall, away from the group of agents that were wasting their time by waiting for the elevator that was taking far too long.

Neal's expression of confusion quickly changed to arousal as he figured out what Peter had in mind from the agents own expression. He smiled that small, secretive smile that got Peter's cock to tent his pants even more than they had been when he had come up with this plan.

Barely resisting the urge to swat Neal on the ass, Peter shoved him into the first lockable door they came across, which ended up being an office that had been unoccupied for months. Unlike Peter's office, this one had real, solid walls that curious eyes could not see through. There was a thin layer of dust on the furniture, but neither man payed any mind to that.

The moment the lock slid closed, Peter slammed Neal against the wall and moved his hands all over his wiry body, feeling hard muscles and silky cloth.

"I don't think we'll have time for lunch if we do this," Neal commented as Peter practically ripped Neal's jacket off while he sucked and nipped at the younger man's irresistible lips, but his tone was teasing. Neither man minded skipping a meal for this.

"I'd rather have you," Peter growled huskily, just to hear Neal's electrifying laugh.

Neal's tie went next, then the top three buttons of his shirt in quick succession. Neal reached for Peter's clothes to start stripping him, but Peter smacked his thieving hands away.

Peter snaked his own hands into Neal's shirt to feel his hard planes, then went to his Neal's nipples, pinching and twisting them ruthlessly.

Neal gasped as his wonderfully sensitive nubs were toyed with, but Peter's lips on his muffled the sound as he went back to attacking his mouth, then moved south.

The sounds Neal always made when Peter attacked his neck with his mouth were musical and had Peter's cock twitching and growing in his pants. A moan as he leaned his head back to give Peter complete access, a hum as he trailed kisses up his jaw, a gasp as he sucked a mark on a spot that'd be easily hidden by his collar. Those noises had Peter completely hard in seconds.

Pulling away for a moment, laughing lightly as Neal whined in protest, Peter unzipped his pants and pushed them down enough to pull his large, fully-erect cock out. Peter grabbed a fistful of Neal's hair, pressed a quick but rough kiss on his lips, then pushed him to his knees.

Neal willingly kneeled at Peter's feet, licking his lips as he stared hungrily at Peter's towering cock. Peter felt a surge of power from having the ability to give Neal what he needed, or take it away and leave him desperate.

Neal eagerly accepted Peter's cock when he pushed it against his lips. Getting a better grip on Neal's hair, Peter shoved all of the way in, holding there while Neal gagged and swallowed down his cock, his throat working around his girth wonderfully.

Neal's hands tightly gripped Peter's pants as his breathing was nearly completely cut off, but when he gazed up at Peter, arousal and a startling amount of trust were able to be read clearly on his face, no panic, no fear.

After a minute, Peter pulled out all of the way to give Neal a moment to breathe, then drove his dick right back in, but allowed Neal some breathing space this time. Neal hollowed his cheeks as he suckled the dick in his mouth, humming happily as he closed his eyes.

Still being blown, Peter scanned the room quickly, imagining fucking Neal on each piece of furniture. The empty wooden desk on the far side of the room caught his eye and he knew right then and there that he had to fuck Neal on it.

Pulling Neal off and back to a standing position, Peter brought Neal close to him. "Gonna fuck you on that desk," he whispered in Neal's ear, taking great pleasure in knowing that he was responsible for the shutter that ran through Neal's body.

"Back or front?" Neal whispered back, wanting to get right to it.

Peter brought Neal over to the desk, unzipped Neal's pants and pulled them down to his knees. Neal's cock sprung up, pulled nearly flush to his stomach it was so hard.

"Bend over for me," Peter ordered as he pointed at the desk, nearly growling when Neal immediately obeyed.

Once Neal was bent over the desk, Peter grabbed ahold of Neal's plump asscheeks and squeezed them, then landed a hard slap on each cheek, earning a gasp each time. Peter then spread the cheeks apart and swiped his thumb over Neal's puckered hole. Neal moaned and pressed back.

With the absence of proper lube, Peter used spit to slick his fingers before sliding one into Neal's tight hole, the younger man moaning as he was penetrated.

Peter'd fucked him last night, but he tightened almost all of the way back up again. Not that Peter ever minded loosening his lover's hole, to feel it resist, then give in as Peter's fingers persisted.

Peter added a second finger before he usually did, wanting to get Neal stretched quicker. They did have a meeting to go after this, after all. He scissor and twisted the digits as he thrust them in and out, loving the way his knuckles caught on the rim as much as Neal did.

As Peter continued finger-fucking Neal, the younger man pushed back into the thrusts, gasping as his prostate was brushed against.

Peter pressed in a third finger since Neal's hole needed to be quite stretched to take his thick girth. He added more spit to make the slide smoother, then punched his fingers in and out.

Once Neal was prepared enough, Peter produced some more spit and slicked up his cock. Peter took ahold of Neal's hip as he lined his hard cock up with Neal's swollen hole, then pushed his cock head past the still tight ring of muscle.

"Oh, god..." Neal moaned as Peter slid in. Peter rocked back and forth, pushing farther in with each thrust. The slide wasn't nearly as smooth without lube, but the rough feel to it brought a different kind of pleasure.

Once Peter was balls deep in Neal's hole, his pelvis flush against Neal's ass, he ground the thick base of his cock against Neal's taut rim. Neal pushed back for more, and that was exactly what Peter gave him.

Grabbing Neal's hips tightly, Peter pulled nearly all of the way out, then pounded onto his hole with quick, sharp thrusts, his balls slapping loudly against Neal's ass.

Peter grabbed Neal's cock and started fisting it roughly. Neal clenched his ass around Peter's dick and stifled a scream, knowing that while these walls may stop passerby's from seeing anything, they could still hear them if they were loud enough. Peter timed his thrusts with his hand pumping Neal's cock, bringing them both closer and closer to their orgasm.

"Come on, Neal. Come on my cock," Peter urged Neal. Letting himself go, Neal clenched his ass and released his cum, spurting all over the desk and Peter's hand.

Feeling Neal's hole spasming around his cock brought Peter right over the edge. He slammed his cock in Neal's ass two more times, then felt his cum spurting out as he orgasmed, filling Neal's ass with his sperm.

After he came back down from his high, Peter slipped his softening cock out of Neal's ass, admiring the way his cum dripped out of Neal's hole. He usually would have played with it for a while, maybe even made Neal leave it in his ass, but not today.

Peter found some nearby tissues and handed some to Neal while he cleaned himself up. Neal took care of the desk since it was his mess. Peter tucked himself back in as Neal did the same, then picked his tie up and tied it again.

Neal ran his fingers through his hair to tame the locks, but he was still more disheveled than he'd been before. He didn't seem to mind, though. "I'd say that's definitely a hell of a lot better than lunch any day," Neal said, smiling mischievously. "Maybe we could make this a habit."

"You're too skinny to miss that many lunches," Peter muttered fondly.

Neal smiled widely, knowing that, now that they started, this was not the last time that they were going to do a quickie at the office.

"Come on, we've got a meeting to go to," Peter said, placing his hand on the small of Neal's back as they left the office as inconspicuously as they could.


I tag tjs_whatnot with the prompt 'chains and whips excite me' (from the song S&M by Rihanna).

What Happens In Myanmar - Chapter One

Title: What Happens In Myanmar
Author: ashley5627
Fandom: White Collar
Summary: Neal and Mozzie take a trip to Burma to steal rubies, but an unforeseen rainstorm wrecks their plans, and their plane. Pre-series. Neal!Whump.
Characters: Neal, Mozzie
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Adventure, Friendship
Spoilers: 1-3
Rating: PG-13
A/N: More information in the link

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Dead Man Walking

Title: Dead Man Walking
Author: ashley5627
Fandom: White Collar
Summary: Neal crosses a line by cutting his anklet and returning to his thieving ways. Peter can't forgive him for what he's done and after finding Neal, he leaves him in a Russian prison to pay for his crimes, but is all how it seems? After digging deeper, Peter realizes he was wrong about Neal and knows he has to fix what he broke. But can a friendship survive a near death sentence?
Characters: Neal, Peter, Elizabeth, Mozzie
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst
Spoilers: 1-2 to be safe
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, language, a generous helping of angst and Neal whump, depression, mentions of suicide, mentions of sexual assault though there isn't any, eventual torture scenes in later chapters.
A/N: More information in the link

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It Wasn't Loaded!

Title: It Wasn't Loaded!
Author: ashley5627
Fandom: White Collar
Summary: Mozzie said the gun wasn't loaded, but the bullet in Neal's leg says otherwise. Neal!Whump. Now beta'd!
Characters: Neal, Mozzie, Peter
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Violence, Graphic description of the removal of a bullet
A/N: More information in the link

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Truth Or CONsequences

Title: Truth Or CONseqences
Author: ashley5627
Fandom: White Collar
Summary: Neal comes in on Monday morning looking like he managed to get himself into a fight. He denies that anything is wrong, of course, but Peter is determined to get to the bottom of it. Neal!Whump. Beta'd!
Characters: Neal, Peter, Mozzie, Jones, Diana
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship
Spoilers: Season 1-2
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Violence
A/N: More information in the link

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Organized Crime

Title: Organized Crime
Author: ashley5627
Fandom: White Collar
Summary: James Bonds' file never crossed Agent Burke's desk and the two never played their cat and mouse game. Neal still went to prison, broke out, got caught, then went to work with the Feds, but Agent Ruiz became his handler, not Peter. But when a case that needs the expertise of both Peter and Neal, they end up meeting anyway when they go undercover together to take down an arms dealer.
Characters: Neal, Peter, Ruiz, Hughes, Mozzie
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship
Spoilers: Season 1
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Violence, Abuse of authority, Abuse
A/N: More information in the link

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Organized Crime

Title: Organized Crime
Author: ashley5627
Fandom: White Collar
Summary: James Bonds' file never crossed Agent Burke's desk and the two never played their cat and mouse game. Neal still went to prison, broke out, got caught, then went to work with the Feds, but Agent Ruiz became his handler, not Peter. But when a case that needs the expertise of both Peter and Neal, they end up meeting anyway when they go undercover together to take down an arms dealer.
Characters: Neal, Peter, Ruiz, Hughes, Mozzie
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship
Spoilers: Season 1
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Violence, Abuse of authority, Abuse
A/N: More information in the link

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