Taste of Blood, White Collar, NC-17
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veronicasleepsTitle: Taste of Blood
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
veronicasleeps
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey/Peter Burke/Elizabeth Burke
Word count: 2,888
Warnings/Spoilers: There's blood. But not really blood play? It's really hard to define. And angst.
Summary: Peter is hurt on a job. The bleeding scares Neal in a way. It makes him realize how easily damaged Peter is, how easy it is to hurt him.
Notes: Based on a prompt in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
collarkink . The result is strange.
I get a look of fear on my face with you here
A feeling that shivers down my skin
Try to resist, but it's just not finished with you yet
A hold too intense to forget
~The Taste of Blood by Archive
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Neal can't stop looking at the blood. It trickles over the lower part of Peter's face, slowly dripping onto the once white shirt that is ripped in places from the glass splinters that had been flung at him by the explosion, and though Neal knows that the cuts are only superficial, and that the medics wouldn't have let Peter go otherwise, the bleeding scares him in a way. It makes him realize how easily damaged Peter is, how easy it is to hurt him.
He is still in shock, kind of, from the moment that he'd stumbled over Peter, finding him in the mess left by the explosion, lying on the floor sluggishly bleeding, and kneeling next to him, numb and cold and pressing his hand, his fingers against the place on Peter's throat where the pulse should have been.
He hadn't felt it at first, had become frantic and scared, and he can't forget that feeling. And he isn't sure he wants to, because the desperation, the need to keep Peter alive and healthy is something intense and fulfilling, like nothing he has ever felt before.
Neal had kissed Peter when he'd suddenly moved, and the taste of blood, the taste of Peter's life is burned into Neal's mouth, intense and slightly sweet and overwhelming like everything else in that second. He doesn't think Peter can remember that, though. He certainly hasn't mentioned anything, and he hasn't said much at all to Neal since they'd finally arrived at the Burkes house, both covered in Peter's blood.
Elizabeth had sent Neal into the guest bedroom to clean up and had taken Peter upstairs to their en suite.
But now they were sitting in the living room, mostly clean but Neal can still smell Peter's blood as if it had been absorbed by his own skin, and there is dried blood, crusted and brown underneath Neal's fingernails, and Neal watches fresh blood drip from the wounds that had reopened from the water pressure of the shower.
It's slick and red, he can see that, and he can almost taste it still, even under the thick taste of Elizabeth's toothpaste.
The sick thing is, Neal is hard. The longer he looks at Peter, looks at his bloody face, this fresh blood that tells Neal that Peter is still alive, the more he gets fascinated with it. The more he is sucked in by the image and by thoughts of what-if's and possibilities that feature his tongue, wet even against the wetness of the blood, licking up the proof of life, taking it in and absorbing more of Peter, more of his essence.
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Elizabeth is sitting on the couch with Peter, half curled into him, one hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat through the layers of skin and flesh and bone, and the other one resting on his neck, fingers threaded into his short hair.
There isn't much sound in the room, just their breathing, and Neal's constant shifting, which is strange, she thinks, because Neal never fidgets. It's just not something he does.
She turns somewhat away from Peter and looks at Neal, who is obviously lost in thought; she really looks at him and is surprised by what she sees.
Not that she isn't used by now to Neal's attraction to her husband, his infatuation has been clear to her from the very beginning, but this fidgeting thing really means something is different today. Something other than the situation itself, because Neal just isn't uncomfortable with anything sexual, he is the most well adjusted person she knows.
Elizabeth watches him steal glances at her husband, little flickering things, and she follows the more intense ones. That's when she realizes, Neal isn't looking at her husband, he is looking at Peter's wounds. His eyes are following the blood that still flows, even if it has slowed down.
She licks her lips, and meets Neal's eyes the next time he looks over to them.
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The moment that Elizabeth catches Neal's eyes, he knows he's been found out. He's tried to hide this from them, has been trying to hide this from himself because it is just wrong, and now he's sure she'll confront him about it, so he gets it out right now.
"I'm sorry."
He can't explain this, he really can't, it came up way to sudden, and he doesn't understand it. Neal looks at Elizabeth's face, watching warily for any sign of anger and is confused, when he doesn't find any.
"I-" Neal swallows, his throat feels dry, and he'd like to just get out of the arm chair, and run out of the door and never come back. "I don't know how this happened. It, it just did, and I'm sorry, Elizabeth, because, you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you or Peter. I really wouldn't."
And it's true, he might be a criminal, and be morally challenged in some way, but he doesn't hurt people, least of all the ones he likes.
"I know, Neal. I know you wouldn't hurt us." It's a strange feeling that courses through Neal at these words. Relief, tingling in his body, and slowly receding fear, that leaves only adrenaline pumping through his veins to his elevated heart beat. But he thinks it will stop a moment later. "I've known that you're in love with my husband for a long time Neal." Shit.
"What in hell are you two talking about?" And fuck, it's Peter, who's been there the entire time and who Neal, in his panic, had totally ignored.
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"What in hell are you two talking about?"
Neal in love with him? That's something Peter has never even considered. He'd realized that Neal is beautiful, of course. He'd seen the budding respect for him, and the beginning of a serious friendship, but attraction?
Peter looks closely at his wife, she seems to be totally serious, a small frown showing her displeasure at having it out in the open like this. Then he looks at Neal, and is shocked to see an emotion on Neal's face that is so far from his usual suaveness that he might as well be in tears.
He looks distraught and ready to bolt every second, like a wild animal that has been spooked, and that thought almost makes Peter smile. Those big eyes of Neal's are expressive when Neal isn't trying to hide his every feeling, and right now it seems he is incapable of that. The con man unable to con anyone, and it gives Peter a thrill to know that he -however inadvertently- is the reason for that.
And suddenly it's clear to him, the attraction was there all along,
He catches Elizabeth's eyes, sees understanding in her gaze, and love. And he knows that it's her way of giving him permission to try and take the first step. She wants him to keep Neal in their life.
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"Neal."
Neal doesn't like Peter's tone. It's different than usual, not disappointed and not shocked, altogether completely different from how he'd imagined Peter would react if he ever found out.
"I- I need to go." His eyes flitter to Peter's face, not looking him directly in the eye, and he stands up. He can't deal with this, he needs to get away. He takes his hat from the side table and turns to leave, but Peter's voice makes him stop.
"Don't go, Neal."
It's not so much the order that makes him stay, but the way Peter says his name. There's something in his voice that Neal has never heard before. It's more, in a way that makes shivers crawl down Neal's spine.
Then Peter, too, stands up, walks over to Neal and plucks the hat right out of Neal's hands.
Suddenly, Neal isn't sure when she had moved, Elizabeth is behind him, her hands carding through his hair, keeping his head tilted upward at the same time. Neal keeps completely still. He fears that if he moves, this moment will end.
Then there's only the the feeling of Peter's lips against his own in a soft kiss, and Neal can't help himself, he melts into them, kept up by their bodies tightly pressed against his.
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Elizabeth smiles when she feels Neal relax into their hold. It doesn't last long, though, barely a minute later his entire frame goes rigid again, and he breaks the kiss with a low moan that's frantic and panicked, not in a good way.
"Shush, Darling." Elizabeth wraps her arms around Neal's shoulders, and turns him around to look him in the eye. She isn't sure what has startled Neal. "What's wrong?"
But she already knows what's wrong as Neal comes to face her. Peter's wound had opened again, and there was blood on his lips, blood that has been shared between them through their kiss, and she is sure that reality just hit Neal again.
She caresses Neal's cheek and follows the blood over the line of his lips with her thumb, smears it over them, red on red, the lips themselves coloured by his own blood that's been brought rushing to the surface by the intense kissing. "He's alright," Elizabeth whispers insistently, her mouth pressed next to his ear, and her eyes bidding Peter to step close again, to help her comfort Neal. "That he's still bleeding means that he's still alive."
"You did good, Neal. You were so good, and you kept Peter alive and it's alright, darling." She's whispering the same things over and over until she almost believes them herself; she is used to Peter almost dying, but in a way, she thinks, Neal is more dependent on her husband than she is, and that's why it hits him this hard, the possibility of losing him.
She hides the small shivers, that threaten to run through her body at the thought of a dead Peter, with a bruisingly tight grip on Neal's upper arm, and she tugs him closer, kisses him deeply and hard, chasing the metallic tang of blood on his lips that's still warm.
She understands how Neal feels, and it's overwhelming.
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Seeing Elizabeth and Neal kiss like that, turns Peter on in a way that he's never been turned on before. It's a dark thing, this hunger that he feels when he sees the franticness and the need in their kiss, and to his surprise, there's no jealousy at all in his thoughts, because he knows very well, that this is really about him.
It makes him feel powerful, but at the same time he wants to protect them from having to feel like this again.
He'd like to shelter them from fearing for his life, cover them from this, and the intensity of his protectiveness towards Neal surprises him. He knows though, that it's not a new thing, he just hasn't admitted the depth of his feelings until now.
When the kiss stops, and they break apart to breathe, Peter curls his right hand in Elizabeth's hair, giving her the support that she needs to stop this desperate outlet for her feelings and calm down a little, and kisses Neal deeply again.
Neal's pupil's are blown when he looks into his eyes. They're wide and wild and frenzied, impossibly blue as his gaze follows Peter's tongue when it dabs into the cut right over his lips to make it bleed a little more freely. Peter smiles darkly, there's that feeling of power thrumming through Peter's body again, and he touches two of his fingers to the wound, smudging slickness over the tips and leading them to Neal's mouth.
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The blood coated fingers push between Neal's slightly parted lips and Neal welcomes them with a moan and a hesitant lick of his tongue. This is sick, and he can't believe Peter is indulging him with this, but he doesn't want this to stop, doesn't want this to end; Neal is willing to take everything Peter gives him, as long as it means he can stay.
Peter's fingers explore Neal's mouth freely, stroking over the inside of his cheeks and along the line of his teeth, and Neal feels as if Peter is taking ownership of his mouth, but he also feels as if that's alright, because Neal had started this, Neal needs this somehow.
His mouth open wide and his tongue still licking at the fingers, the blood long gone, he let's loose an inarticulate groan when the second pair of hands, Elizabeth's he knows, opens his belt and pushes down his trousers.
The soft clank of his belt buckle meeting the hardwood floor is loud in the room.
Peter's hand pulls his finger's free from Neal's mouth and falls to Neal's shirt, guiding small pearly buttons through small white button holes, uncaring of the blood still covering them and staining the pristine fabric with rusty red smears.
Then, they are in the bedroom and Neal is overwhelmed with Peter's naked skin pressed against his one side and Elizabeth's on his other.
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Neal and Peter entangled with her on the bed is a novel experience. They fit together so well after two years of their almost threesome, and the comfortableness makes it easy to forget, at least temporarily, the dreadful thing that has lead them to this moment.
There's a mouth licking her nipples into hardness, slick and wet and intesely arousing, and when she opens her eyes she sees that it's Peter. He lies on his side, caressing with his hand the inside of Neal's thighs where they are parted over her own.
Neal is moaning and rocking his cock against the the soft skin where her legs meet her hip, and the slickness of his precum is unbelievably hot even against her own body, that feels close to burning.
She grins wildly at the picture Neal makes, his hands tightly clenching the duvet, and his head thrown back in abandon, and she knows that she could make him come in seconds. That he would explode if Peter's hands didn't keep him from getting enough friction.
Elizabeth tangles the fingers of her right hand with the ones of his left, and pushes them down on her clit, exactly where she needs them the most.
The stimulation of her breasts, Peter's fondling and licking, together with the skillful manipulation of her clitoris by Neal and her pushing down hard on his hand is intense.
Intense enought that she comes apart in orgasm with a heartfelt moan.
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Neal is surprised by Elizabeth's orgasm, he hadn't realized that she was this close, but it's no wonder, really, he thinks, after all he's so high off of this, of their bodies flush against each other, of blood pulsing beneath flesh, hidden under skin but still visible in the blush and so incredibly alive.
Peter's hand holding Neal's thighs apart is perfectly positioned in a way that he is sure makes it possible for Peter to feel the thump-thump-thump of the blood in the artery just underneath, to the same beat as the blood in his cock, that is still keeping him so incredibly hard that it hurts.
Neal lifts hand from Elizabeth's clit and feels her shiver from the over stimulation of the sensitive flesh, and he wraps it, still wet from her juices, around Peter's cock. It's firm and hot and heavy in his grip, but it's not enough for Neal. He needs more.
He pushes Peter back to lie flat on the bed and kisses him, dirty and deep and he just knows that his lips are smeared with half-dried blood.
His eyes meet Peter's eyes and it's too much, so he has to close them, and instead takes the hard flesh into his mouth, reveling in the groan that this forces out of Peter, and in the helpless push of his hips, just because it shows him that Peter is still there, is still alive and responding to what Neal does to his body.
He nuzzles Peter's cock, and licks off the blood that his lips have just left there. He swallows it, swallows the cock so it slightly brushes the back of his throat, but he doesn't mind that it makes it hard to breath. It's intense, taking Peter in like this, and he feels as though every piece of him is focused on Peter.
The taste of his blood mixing with his come is thick on Neal's tongue; he swallows everything he get's and is so caught in the moment that his own climax, coaxed from him by Elizabeth's hands, strong and slow pulls on his cock, almost doesn't register in the onslaught of emotion that overcomes him.
In the lethargy that follows, nothing is as important as pressing his ear against Peter's chest, listening to the slowly steadying beat of his heart proving to to him that this is real.
He feels full of them, and he knows, that if he weren't here with them, Elizabeth curled around his back and Peter, solid and alive under his ear, he wouldn't sleep a wink.
It's good that he is here, he decides. But they really need to talk about this.
Neal falls asleep with the taste of blood and come on his tongue; his lips, twisted softly in an exhausted smile, brushing the skin of Peter's chest.
Author:
veronicasleeps Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey/Peter Burke/Elizabeth Burke
Word count: 2,888
Warnings/Spoilers: There's blood. But not really blood play? It's really hard to define. And angst.
Summary: Peter is hurt on a job. The bleeding scares Neal in a way. It makes him realize how easily damaged Peter is, how easy it is to hurt him.
Notes: Based on a prompt in
collarkink . The result is strange. I get a look of fear on my face with you here
A feeling that shivers down my skin
Try to resist, but it's just not finished with you yet
A hold too intense to forget
~The Taste of Blood by Archive
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Neal can't stop looking at the blood. It trickles over the lower part of Peter's face, slowly dripping onto the once white shirt that is ripped in places from the glass splinters that had been flung at him by the explosion, and though Neal knows that the cuts are only superficial, and that the medics wouldn't have let Peter go otherwise, the bleeding scares him in a way. It makes him realize how easily damaged Peter is, how easy it is to hurt him.
He is still in shock, kind of, from the moment that he'd stumbled over Peter, finding him in the mess left by the explosion, lying on the floor sluggishly bleeding, and kneeling next to him, numb and cold and pressing his hand, his fingers against the place on Peter's throat where the pulse should have been.
He hadn't felt it at first, had become frantic and scared, and he can't forget that feeling. And he isn't sure he wants to, because the desperation, the need to keep Peter alive and healthy is something intense and fulfilling, like nothing he has ever felt before.
Neal had kissed Peter when he'd suddenly moved, and the taste of blood, the taste of Peter's life is burned into Neal's mouth, intense and slightly sweet and overwhelming like everything else in that second. He doesn't think Peter can remember that, though. He certainly hasn't mentioned anything, and he hasn't said much at all to Neal since they'd finally arrived at the Burkes house, both covered in Peter's blood.
Elizabeth had sent Neal into the guest bedroom to clean up and had taken Peter upstairs to their en suite.
But now they were sitting in the living room, mostly clean but Neal can still smell Peter's blood as if it had been absorbed by his own skin, and there is dried blood, crusted and brown underneath Neal's fingernails, and Neal watches fresh blood drip from the wounds that had reopened from the water pressure of the shower.
It's slick and red, he can see that, and he can almost taste it still, even under the thick taste of Elizabeth's toothpaste.
The sick thing is, Neal is hard. The longer he looks at Peter, looks at his bloody face, this fresh blood that tells Neal that Peter is still alive, the more he gets fascinated with it. The more he is sucked in by the image and by thoughts of what-if's and possibilities that feature his tongue, wet even against the wetness of the blood, licking up the proof of life, taking it in and absorbing more of Peter, more of his essence.
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Elizabeth is sitting on the couch with Peter, half curled into him, one hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat through the layers of skin and flesh and bone, and the other one resting on his neck, fingers threaded into his short hair.
There isn't much sound in the room, just their breathing, and Neal's constant shifting, which is strange, she thinks, because Neal never fidgets. It's just not something he does.
She turns somewhat away from Peter and looks at Neal, who is obviously lost in thought; she really looks at him and is surprised by what she sees.
Not that she isn't used by now to Neal's attraction to her husband, his infatuation has been clear to her from the very beginning, but this fidgeting thing really means something is different today. Something other than the situation itself, because Neal just isn't uncomfortable with anything sexual, he is the most well adjusted person she knows.
Elizabeth watches him steal glances at her husband, little flickering things, and she follows the more intense ones. That's when she realizes, Neal isn't looking at her husband, he is looking at Peter's wounds. His eyes are following the blood that still flows, even if it has slowed down.
She licks her lips, and meets Neal's eyes the next time he looks over to them.
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The moment that Elizabeth catches Neal's eyes, he knows he's been found out. He's tried to hide this from them, has been trying to hide this from himself because it is just wrong, and now he's sure she'll confront him about it, so he gets it out right now.
"I'm sorry."
He can't explain this, he really can't, it came up way to sudden, and he doesn't understand it. Neal looks at Elizabeth's face, watching warily for any sign of anger and is confused, when he doesn't find any.
"I-" Neal swallows, his throat feels dry, and he'd like to just get out of the arm chair, and run out of the door and never come back. "I don't know how this happened. It, it just did, and I'm sorry, Elizabeth, because, you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you or Peter. I really wouldn't."
And it's true, he might be a criminal, and be morally challenged in some way, but he doesn't hurt people, least of all the ones he likes.
"I know, Neal. I know you wouldn't hurt us." It's a strange feeling that courses through Neal at these words. Relief, tingling in his body, and slowly receding fear, that leaves only adrenaline pumping through his veins to his elevated heart beat. But he thinks it will stop a moment later. "I've known that you're in love with my husband for a long time Neal." Shit.
"What in hell are you two talking about?" And fuck, it's Peter, who's been there the entire time and who Neal, in his panic, had totally ignored.
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"What in hell are you two talking about?"
Neal in love with him? That's something Peter has never even considered. He'd realized that Neal is beautiful, of course. He'd seen the budding respect for him, and the beginning of a serious friendship, but attraction?
Peter looks closely at his wife, she seems to be totally serious, a small frown showing her displeasure at having it out in the open like this. Then he looks at Neal, and is shocked to see an emotion on Neal's face that is so far from his usual suaveness that he might as well be in tears.
He looks distraught and ready to bolt every second, like a wild animal that has been spooked, and that thought almost makes Peter smile. Those big eyes of Neal's are expressive when Neal isn't trying to hide his every feeling, and right now it seems he is incapable of that. The con man unable to con anyone, and it gives Peter a thrill to know that he -however inadvertently- is the reason for that.
And suddenly it's clear to him, the attraction was there all along,
He catches Elizabeth's eyes, sees understanding in her gaze, and love. And he knows that it's her way of giving him permission to try and take the first step. She wants him to keep Neal in their life.
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"Neal."
Neal doesn't like Peter's tone. It's different than usual, not disappointed and not shocked, altogether completely different from how he'd imagined Peter would react if he ever found out.
"I- I need to go." His eyes flitter to Peter's face, not looking him directly in the eye, and he stands up. He can't deal with this, he needs to get away. He takes his hat from the side table and turns to leave, but Peter's voice makes him stop.
"Don't go, Neal."
It's not so much the order that makes him stay, but the way Peter says his name. There's something in his voice that Neal has never heard before. It's more, in a way that makes shivers crawl down Neal's spine.
Then Peter, too, stands up, walks over to Neal and plucks the hat right out of Neal's hands.
Suddenly, Neal isn't sure when she had moved, Elizabeth is behind him, her hands carding through his hair, keeping his head tilted upward at the same time. Neal keeps completely still. He fears that if he moves, this moment will end.
Then there's only the the feeling of Peter's lips against his own in a soft kiss, and Neal can't help himself, he melts into them, kept up by their bodies tightly pressed against his.
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Elizabeth smiles when she feels Neal relax into their hold. It doesn't last long, though, barely a minute later his entire frame goes rigid again, and he breaks the kiss with a low moan that's frantic and panicked, not in a good way.
"Shush, Darling." Elizabeth wraps her arms around Neal's shoulders, and turns him around to look him in the eye. She isn't sure what has startled Neal. "What's wrong?"
But she already knows what's wrong as Neal comes to face her. Peter's wound had opened again, and there was blood on his lips, blood that has been shared between them through their kiss, and she is sure that reality just hit Neal again.
She caresses Neal's cheek and follows the blood over the line of his lips with her thumb, smears it over them, red on red, the lips themselves coloured by his own blood that's been brought rushing to the surface by the intense kissing. "He's alright," Elizabeth whispers insistently, her mouth pressed next to his ear, and her eyes bidding Peter to step close again, to help her comfort Neal. "That he's still bleeding means that he's still alive."
"You did good, Neal. You were so good, and you kept Peter alive and it's alright, darling." She's whispering the same things over and over until she almost believes them herself; she is used to Peter almost dying, but in a way, she thinks, Neal is more dependent on her husband than she is, and that's why it hits him this hard, the possibility of losing him.
She hides the small shivers, that threaten to run through her body at the thought of a dead Peter, with a bruisingly tight grip on Neal's upper arm, and she tugs him closer, kisses him deeply and hard, chasing the metallic tang of blood on his lips that's still warm.
She understands how Neal feels, and it's overwhelming.
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Seeing Elizabeth and Neal kiss like that, turns Peter on in a way that he's never been turned on before. It's a dark thing, this hunger that he feels when he sees the franticness and the need in their kiss, and to his surprise, there's no jealousy at all in his thoughts, because he knows very well, that this is really about him.
It makes him feel powerful, but at the same time he wants to protect them from having to feel like this again.
He'd like to shelter them from fearing for his life, cover them from this, and the intensity of his protectiveness towards Neal surprises him. He knows though, that it's not a new thing, he just hasn't admitted the depth of his feelings until now.
When the kiss stops, and they break apart to breathe, Peter curls his right hand in Elizabeth's hair, giving her the support that she needs to stop this desperate outlet for her feelings and calm down a little, and kisses Neal deeply again.
Neal's pupil's are blown when he looks into his eyes. They're wide and wild and frenzied, impossibly blue as his gaze follows Peter's tongue when it dabs into the cut right over his lips to make it bleed a little more freely. Peter smiles darkly, there's that feeling of power thrumming through Peter's body again, and he touches two of his fingers to the wound, smudging slickness over the tips and leading them to Neal's mouth.
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The blood coated fingers push between Neal's slightly parted lips and Neal welcomes them with a moan and a hesitant lick of his tongue. This is sick, and he can't believe Peter is indulging him with this, but he doesn't want this to stop, doesn't want this to end; Neal is willing to take everything Peter gives him, as long as it means he can stay.
Peter's fingers explore Neal's mouth freely, stroking over the inside of his cheeks and along the line of his teeth, and Neal feels as if Peter is taking ownership of his mouth, but he also feels as if that's alright, because Neal had started this, Neal needs this somehow.
His mouth open wide and his tongue still licking at the fingers, the blood long gone, he let's loose an inarticulate groan when the second pair of hands, Elizabeth's he knows, opens his belt and pushes down his trousers.
The soft clank of his belt buckle meeting the hardwood floor is loud in the room.
Peter's hand pulls his finger's free from Neal's mouth and falls to Neal's shirt, guiding small pearly buttons through small white button holes, uncaring of the blood still covering them and staining the pristine fabric with rusty red smears.
Then, they are in the bedroom and Neal is overwhelmed with Peter's naked skin pressed against his one side and Elizabeth's on his other.
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Neal and Peter entangled with her on the bed is a novel experience. They fit together so well after two years of their almost threesome, and the comfortableness makes it easy to forget, at least temporarily, the dreadful thing that has lead them to this moment.
There's a mouth licking her nipples into hardness, slick and wet and intesely arousing, and when she opens her eyes she sees that it's Peter. He lies on his side, caressing with his hand the inside of Neal's thighs where they are parted over her own.
Neal is moaning and rocking his cock against the the soft skin where her legs meet her hip, and the slickness of his precum is unbelievably hot even against her own body, that feels close to burning.
She grins wildly at the picture Neal makes, his hands tightly clenching the duvet, and his head thrown back in abandon, and she knows that she could make him come in seconds. That he would explode if Peter's hands didn't keep him from getting enough friction.
Elizabeth tangles the fingers of her right hand with the ones of his left, and pushes them down on her clit, exactly where she needs them the most.
The stimulation of her breasts, Peter's fondling and licking, together with the skillful manipulation of her clitoris by Neal and her pushing down hard on his hand is intense.
Intense enought that she comes apart in orgasm with a heartfelt moan.
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Neal is surprised by Elizabeth's orgasm, he hadn't realized that she was this close, but it's no wonder, really, he thinks, after all he's so high off of this, of their bodies flush against each other, of blood pulsing beneath flesh, hidden under skin but still visible in the blush and so incredibly alive.
Peter's hand holding Neal's thighs apart is perfectly positioned in a way that he is sure makes it possible for Peter to feel the thump-thump-thump of the blood in the artery just underneath, to the same beat as the blood in his cock, that is still keeping him so incredibly hard that it hurts.
Neal lifts hand from Elizabeth's clit and feels her shiver from the over stimulation of the sensitive flesh, and he wraps it, still wet from her juices, around Peter's cock. It's firm and hot and heavy in his grip, but it's not enough for Neal. He needs more.
He pushes Peter back to lie flat on the bed and kisses him, dirty and deep and he just knows that his lips are smeared with half-dried blood.
His eyes meet Peter's eyes and it's too much, so he has to close them, and instead takes the hard flesh into his mouth, reveling in the groan that this forces out of Peter, and in the helpless push of his hips, just because it shows him that Peter is still there, is still alive and responding to what Neal does to his body.
He nuzzles Peter's cock, and licks off the blood that his lips have just left there. He swallows it, swallows the cock so it slightly brushes the back of his throat, but he doesn't mind that it makes it hard to breath. It's intense, taking Peter in like this, and he feels as though every piece of him is focused on Peter.
The taste of his blood mixing with his come is thick on Neal's tongue; he swallows everything he get's and is so caught in the moment that his own climax, coaxed from him by Elizabeth's hands, strong and slow pulls on his cock, almost doesn't register in the onslaught of emotion that overcomes him.
In the lethargy that follows, nothing is as important as pressing his ear against Peter's chest, listening to the slowly steadying beat of his heart proving to to him that this is real.
He feels full of them, and he knows, that if he weren't here with them, Elizabeth curled around his back and Peter, solid and alive under his ear, he wouldn't sleep a wink.
It's good that he is here, he decides. But they really need to talk about this.
Neal falls asleep with the taste of blood and come on his tongue; his lips, twisted softly in an exhausted smile, brushing the skin of Peter's chest.
