Fic: Protect Your King 1/2, Neal/Jones, R

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Title: Protect Your King 1/2
Rating: R for dirty language
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Jones; Diana, Peter, Keller, Moz
Spoilers: None
Content Notice: Casefic
Word Count: This part: ~6500
Summary: Neal is pretty pissed when he discovers Clint and Peter have been lying to him, but then he learns the reason – Keller’s back in town to finish the job he started last time: to kill Neal.

A/N: This is the long-overdue actual next chapter of my Undeniable Chemistry series . You don’t have to read the whole thing to get what’s happening here, but it references the events in I Keep Missing You and Five Times Clinton Bathed Neal.

“You’re mother henning me.”

“I am not.”

“Last time you did that…”

“Am not, am not, am not.”

“…was when you ratted me out to Peter about going after Fowler. You’re hiding something.” Neal pointed a finger at Moz.

Moz actually pressed his lips together and mimed locking them and throwing away the key.

“Spill, Moz, or it’ll be torture. You forget I know where all the bodies are buried. And your stashes of Wonder Lad comics.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“I know a certain collector…”

“Keller’s back!” Moz blurted.

FIC: Slaphappy

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Title: Slaphappy
Author: Gaby
Pairing: Peter/Neal (also mentions canon Peter/El)
Characters: Peter, Neal
Warning: a couple of slaps to the face that might be considered as non-con/assault since they weren't prearranged and/or discussed beforehand
Spoilers: none
Rating: NC-17
Genre: kink, angst, hurt/comfort
Author's Notes: This is a late birthday present for dmk0064 and fills her way old prompt "While in the midst of coitus - Peter likes to hit Neal - not on the ass - Neal doesn't like it. How do they get to a good place for both of them?" as part of my Unwritten Stories Meme. It's based on the "Rough Body Play" square of my kink bingo card. I did tweak the original prompt a wee bit, but I'm hoping it's still filling the main part of the prompt.
Also? For some reason, the boys turned into talking heads. *hands* There's not a whole lot of kinky action to be found here, though at least a lot of dirty talk.
Word Count: 2,374
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, never will be, gosh darn it!
Summary: "You hit me, Peter. I know you didn't do it on purpose," Neal said, still in his eerily calm voice. "You don't even really remember. You did it in the heat of the moment, in the throes of passion, because you were overcome by primal urges to mark me." He cocked his head. "Sums it up, just about?"

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