Fic: Untouchable 5/?
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whitecollarhcTitle: Untouchable
Author: Isolde13
Rating: NC-17
Characters and/or Pairing: Peter/Neal, Neal/OMC, Peter/Neal/Elizabeth
Spoilers:None
Warnings: AU. Issues of consent of sexual slavery. Non-con. Violence. Nothing on page for now. Memento type timeframe
Summary: Peter is in love with someone he can't have. Someone he can't even touch . . .
Notes: Started off as a drabble to throw off writer's block. This was born from the concept in the movie The Mummy, where the Pharaoh's wife cannot be touched by anyone else because of the gold paint covering her body. Timeline is a little funky to make up for the fact that the start of the story was really the middle of the story
Previous chapters here http://archiveofourown.org/works/514334/chapters/907411
Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated
It’s the fourth time that Peter has met Neal in shadow and they still do little more than kiss. Not that Peter doesn’t want to, he wants all that Neal has to offer and wants to offer all that he is to Neal.
No, it’s not that he doesn’t want to, but that he is afraid to. He is afraid to rub too much of the silver paint off of Neal’s skin, afraid that despite Neal’s assurances, the Khan will notice.
‘How does it work?’ he’d asked Neal once, in the beginning. ‘It doesn’t always come off. I’ve seen you brush against things, touch things, and it doesn’t always come off.’
‘It reacts to the heat and the oil of another human body,’ Neal had said. ‘Ingenious, isn’t it?’
‘No,’ Peter had said. It’s horrible.’
“I love it when you kiss me,” Neal says, nearly purring as he leans in again for just that very thing.
“Neal . . .”
“Less talking more kissing.” Neal licks at the corner of Peter’s lips, insistent.
Peter opens for him, because as hard as it is to resist Neal, it’s even harder to deny him completely.
Neal kisses as if every touch of lips will be their last. He kisses desperately and urgently and leaves Peter feeling breathless and dizzy.
But after a few heavenly moments of Neal stealing what feels like his very soul from him, Peter tries again. He breaks away just long to enough to whisper Neal’s name.
“No,” Neal says. “You want to be serious. You’re going to ruin the mood.”
“I want to take you with me,” Peter spits out the words, too abrupt and too fast, but he has to get them out before Neal stops him.
“What?”
“It’s killing me knowing that I’m going to have to leave you soon. The thought of never seeing you again . . .” Peter shakes his head, unable to finish.
“I wouldn’t fit in your world, you know this. You’re married, Peter. You have a wife.”
“She would accept you,” Peter says, even if he doesn’t really know if it’s the truth. It feels like the truth though; he’s almost certain that Elizabeth would welcome Neal into their house and into their life.
Neal shakes his head. “You don’t know that. And besides, how do you think you’ll get me out of here?”
“I’ve got some pull. I could ask. I could talk to people.”
“He’ll never let me go, Peter. You know this.”
“We could at least try.” Peter knows that he sounds desperate, but he is desperate. He’s beginning to feel as if there’s a ticking clock behind him at all times, ticking down to the day that he will no longer be able to look upon Neal’s face, the day that he will no longer be able to hear his voice or ideas or stories. And Peter isn’t too proud to admit that the idea of that day is terrifying.
“I don’t like talking about this,” Neal says.
“Neal . . .”
Frowning, Neal pulls completely away. “I don’t like talking about this. You’re ruining what little time we have to together.”
“I . . . all right,” Peter says, relenting more easily than he would have liked. Yet, it is simply impossible to deny Neal anything. He takes hold of Neal’s hand, pleased when he doesn’t pull away. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have together.”
“Now you’re talking sense,” Neal says. He doesn’t object when Peter draws him in. He simply follows, his body molding to fit against Peter’s.
“But I will say this one last thing and I’m not going to apologize for it.”
This causes Neal stiffen in his arms, but he merely asks, though warily, “What is it?”
Peter takes in a breath, using it to embolden him. “I think I’m falling in love with you. I just think you should know.”
Neal laughs, sounding relieved. “That’s what you have to tell me?”
“Yes,” Peter answers, trying not to feel insulted at being laughed at.
“Because I’ve been falling in love with you since that first time in the garden.” Neal smiles, bright and sunny and a little bit wicked. “I’m just surprised it took you this long to reciprocate.”
There is nothing Peter can do but smile right back, his own relief at not being dismissed, at the fact that this feeling is mutual, making him weak at the knees.
Luckily, Neal is right there to catch him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Neither Peter nor Neal notice the way the shadows across from them shift, the way they separate until a man stands apart from them.
So wrapped up in each other, they don’t see the man skulk away.
The man’s name is Keller, a captain of the guard who has wanted Neal for as long as Neal has been in the palace. A cold, calculating man even in the best of times, he takes this new knowledge and digests it slowly.
Neal has never liked him, has always been wary of him.
If Neal had seen him, he would have known to be afraid.
Author: Isolde13
Rating: NC-17
Characters and/or Pairing: Peter/Neal, Neal/OMC, Peter/Neal/Elizabeth
Spoilers:None
Warnings: AU. Issues of consent of sexual slavery. Non-con. Violence. Nothing on page for now. Memento type timeframe
Summary: Peter is in love with someone he can't have. Someone he can't even touch . . .
Notes: Started off as a drabble to throw off writer's block. This was born from the concept in the movie The Mummy, where the Pharaoh's wife cannot be touched by anyone else because of the gold paint covering her body. Timeline is a little funky to make up for the fact that the start of the story was really the middle of the story
Previous chapters here http://archiveofourown.org/works/514334/chapters/907411
Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated
It’s the fourth time that Peter has met Neal in shadow and they still do little more than kiss. Not that Peter doesn’t want to, he wants all that Neal has to offer and wants to offer all that he is to Neal.
No, it’s not that he doesn’t want to, but that he is afraid to. He is afraid to rub too much of the silver paint off of Neal’s skin, afraid that despite Neal’s assurances, the Khan will notice.
‘How does it work?’ he’d asked Neal once, in the beginning. ‘It doesn’t always come off. I’ve seen you brush against things, touch things, and it doesn’t always come off.’
‘It reacts to the heat and the oil of another human body,’ Neal had said. ‘Ingenious, isn’t it?’
‘No,’ Peter had said. It’s horrible.’
“I love it when you kiss me,” Neal says, nearly purring as he leans in again for just that very thing.
“Neal . . .”
“Less talking more kissing.” Neal licks at the corner of Peter’s lips, insistent.
Peter opens for him, because as hard as it is to resist Neal, it’s even harder to deny him completely.
Neal kisses as if every touch of lips will be their last. He kisses desperately and urgently and leaves Peter feeling breathless and dizzy.
But after a few heavenly moments of Neal stealing what feels like his very soul from him, Peter tries again. He breaks away just long to enough to whisper Neal’s name.
“No,” Neal says. “You want to be serious. You’re going to ruin the mood.”
“I want to take you with me,” Peter spits out the words, too abrupt and too fast, but he has to get them out before Neal stops him.
“What?”
“It’s killing me knowing that I’m going to have to leave you soon. The thought of never seeing you again . . .” Peter shakes his head, unable to finish.
“I wouldn’t fit in your world, you know this. You’re married, Peter. You have a wife.”
“She would accept you,” Peter says, even if he doesn’t really know if it’s the truth. It feels like the truth though; he’s almost certain that Elizabeth would welcome Neal into their house and into their life.
Neal shakes his head. “You don’t know that. And besides, how do you think you’ll get me out of here?”
“I’ve got some pull. I could ask. I could talk to people.”
“He’ll never let me go, Peter. You know this.”
“We could at least try.” Peter knows that he sounds desperate, but he is desperate. He’s beginning to feel as if there’s a ticking clock behind him at all times, ticking down to the day that he will no longer be able to look upon Neal’s face, the day that he will no longer be able to hear his voice or ideas or stories. And Peter isn’t too proud to admit that the idea of that day is terrifying.
“I don’t like talking about this,” Neal says.
“Neal . . .”
Frowning, Neal pulls completely away. “I don’t like talking about this. You’re ruining what little time we have to together.”
“I . . . all right,” Peter says, relenting more easily than he would have liked. Yet, it is simply impossible to deny Neal anything. He takes hold of Neal’s hand, pleased when he doesn’t pull away. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have together.”
“Now you’re talking sense,” Neal says. He doesn’t object when Peter draws him in. He simply follows, his body molding to fit against Peter’s.
“But I will say this one last thing and I’m not going to apologize for it.”
This causes Neal stiffen in his arms, but he merely asks, though warily, “What is it?”
Peter takes in a breath, using it to embolden him. “I think I’m falling in love with you. I just think you should know.”
Neal laughs, sounding relieved. “That’s what you have to tell me?”
“Yes,” Peter answers, trying not to feel insulted at being laughed at.
“Because I’ve been falling in love with you since that first time in the garden.” Neal smiles, bright and sunny and a little bit wicked. “I’m just surprised it took you this long to reciprocate.”
There is nothing Peter can do but smile right back, his own relief at not being dismissed, at the fact that this feeling is mutual, making him weak at the knees.
Luckily, Neal is right there to catch him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Neither Peter nor Neal notice the way the shadows across from them shift, the way they separate until a man stands apart from them.
So wrapped up in each other, they don’t see the man skulk away.
The man’s name is Keller, a captain of the guard who has wanted Neal for as long as Neal has been in the palace. A cold, calculating man even in the best of times, he takes this new knowledge and digests it slowly.
Neal has never liked him, has always been wary of him.
If Neal had seen him, he would have known to be afraid.
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