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So I've been in a bit of a dry spell the past few days, writing wise, and I thought that I would write some filthy porn to get started up again! :D 

Title: Bad Cop, Good Criminal
Author: [personal profile] hoosierbitch
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: El/Neal/Peter
Warnings: D/s, painplay.
Notes: This is a single-line extra for [community profile] kink_bingo! The squares are: film/photography, authority figures, pervertibles, and phone sex. For the middle square I chose painplay.

Summary: Uh. The title and the kink list really say it all...

*

“So – I’m a lieutenant?”

“You can be whatever you want to be, El.”

“Huh. Then can I be an admiral instead?”

“There are no admirals in the police force. Or in the FBI, for that matter.”

“If you’re going to be a stickler for realism, then this isn’t going to be any fun at all.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”

He nudges Neal’s thighs open another few inches. He groans around the ball gag and has to struggle to keep his balance. His arms are handcuffed behind him – but the cuffs are mostly for show. It’s the ropes crisscrossing his forearms that are going to keep him from wiggling his way out. “I think the suspect’s resisting, lieutenant.”

“Oh,” she says. “You should probably photograph that. For evidence.”

He puts El on speakerphone and takes a picture of Neal kneeling in the middle of the dining room floor. His thighs straining, a bit of drool escaping the corner of his mouth, his shoulders pulled back and his chest pushed forward, his cock erect and dripping with precum. “Bad attitude,” El says, when it gets to her phone. “You should correct that before it gets out of hand.”

“What methods do you suggest, sir?”

She laughs at the title but it’s a dark, dirty laugh that the phone does nothing to distort. “I bet that poor boy thinks we’re going to let him come, Officer. But criminals don’t get to come, do they, Burke?”

“No, sir, they don’t.”

“Make sure he understands that.”

He loves the way that Neal’s breath quickens when he can only breathe through his nose. Loves the panicked rise and fall of his ribs, the flush on his cheeks. He steps between Neal’s spread legs and taps his boot against Neal’s balls, just hard enough to make him tense.

“Up.” Neal lifts himself up quickly. Peter lets him stay that way until his thighs start to shake, taking pictures from every angle. “Now kiss my boot.” Neal has to shift back a few inches and then lean forward for that. It’s awkward and uncomfortable and Peter soaks in each perfect second of it. “Lick it.”

“Is he doing what you ordered?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Take another picture. That kind of behavior should be documented.” He has to crouch down to get it all in. Neal’s pink tongue licking up and down the sides of his black leather boots, teasing between the laces, desperately licking whatever part of the rubber sole he can get at. The boots are the only part of the outfit that he isn’t renting. Well – the boots and the nightstick, that is. He’d made a few purchases when El made her plans for San Diego. Maintaining a marriage takes a lot of work. And sometimes, supplies.

“You look really pretty, kissing my boots,” he murmurs, running a hand through Neal’s hair. Neal pauses to rest his forehead against Peter’s foot. “I never said that you could stop. Get back up on your knees.”

“Did he disobey an order?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you better show him what’s so important about showing the proper amount of respect.”

He pushes Neal down until his forehead’s pressed against the carpet and moves to the edge of the room. “What exactly am I supposed to do?” he whispers. El laughs at him. “Honey, if you could see him right now, you’d be overwhelmed too. Believe me.”

“Maybe say that you’ll let him go if he makes it up to you. Give him – what, five minutes? Eight? To try and get himself off, and then you’ll get to punish him if he fails.”

“I have to untie his hands for that. It’ll take a while.”

“Hmm. Well – you don’t have to let him use his hands.”

“What should he use, then?”

“How about your boot?” he looks down at his feet. The leather’s already dry. And suddenly, so is his mouth.

“That – uh. That could work.” He takes a minute to compose himself. To put on the ‘bad cop’ face that Neal likes so much. It’s not hard to get in character. Not when Neal’s bound and gagged and naked and on his knees, completely at Peter’s mercy. It’s not hard to feel powerful. And merciless.

“I’m not a cruel man,” he says, fisting a hand in Neal’s hair and pulling him back up. The move earns him a sweet whine. “So I’m going to give you a chance to redeem yourself.” He gives Neal’s cock a quick stroke because it’s so fucking pretty, hard and red, begging for attention. “If you can get yourself off in eight minutes, I’ll let you go.” Neal’s eyes flash from his own erection to Peter’s face, calculating his odds, trying to figure out the catch. “Do we have a deal?” Neal nods slowly and Peter goes to the table and pulls out a chair. He sits down and makes an effort to sprawl a bit – confident, cocky, in control. Neal will like that. Judging by the shudder going through his body, he does.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Neal looks confused. It’s an adorable look on him – his eyebrows coming together, hints of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, a questioning sound distorted around the black rubber ball in his mouth. “Oh – do you need some help?” Neal nods again. “Okay. Come on over, baby, I’ll give you a hand. Well – a foot, to be more accurate. But you don’t mind – you cleaned my boot off already, didn’t you?”

Slowly, Neal shuffles over to Peter. His knees have to be killing him. When he’s about a foot away Peter holds out a hand and he stops. Neal’s cock is still dripping with precum. His eyes are starting to water. Peter lifts his foot and presses it against the length of Neal’s cock. “Go on, pretty boy. You’ve got six and a half minutes left.”

The tread on the boots is hard. They were designed for rough terrain. There’s no way that it’s anything close to comfortable. He presses down a bit harder and Neal hunches forward as much as his bound arms will let him.

“The suspect’s showing signs of reluctance, lieutenant – ” Neal shakes his head frantically and, slowly, starts to rub his cock against the bottom of Peter’s boot. “That’s much better.”

“Tell me what he looks like,” El whispers. His hand’s sweaty around the phone. He’ll have to borrow Neal’s headset for next time.

“He looks - he looks like he’s not going to make it.” Neal whimpers and tries to speed up. But he’s tired. His thighs were already strained, his knees much be aching, his shoulders are pulled back so tightly. With every thrust the head of Neal’s cock, wet and red, peeks over the edge of the boot. And every other thrust Peter pushes his heel backwards to press harder against Neal’s balls. Neal stops with four minutes still left to go.

“Keep going.” Neal whimpers and shakes his head. “He’s stopped, sir. What do you want me to do?”

“Peter, I just came twice, I have no fucking idea. Or maybe – hmm. Do you think you can kick him?”

“Where?”

“His balls, Peter.”

“Are you – are you being serious?”

“You know he’ll like it.” Peter’s been trying to wrap his head around Neal’s masochistic streak since they started fucking. And it’s not hard, most of the time, not when Neal responds so eagerly whenever Peter gets the balance of pain and pleasure just right. But this is just…his own balls are already aching in sympathy. “You should do it really softly. You have to be really careful not to hurt him seriously. Just a couple of taps.”

“A couple?” Neal’s starting to look nervous. Like he really is a con who’s been snatched up for some crime and is doing his best to pretend innocence. Neal’s charming, without a doubt – charming and charismatic and witty. But he’s never, for a second, been able to play ‘innocent’ convincingly.

“Well. He is disobeying a direct order. And you know what con men are like – give them an inch and they’ll redecorate your entire living room.” Peter kind of likes the new curtains, but he’s not going to say anything about that now.

“Alright. I’ll do it.” He puts El back on speakerphone and sets his cell down on the table. “This is your last chance, boy.” Neal half-heartedly attempts to resume his earlier rhythm but gives up after a few thrusts. His cock’s as hard as Peter’s ever seen it before, but the underside is visibly irritated from the friction. “If you want this to stop, all you have to do is shake your head, okay? Do it once for me.” Neal looks even more nervous but he obeys, shaking his head quickly from side to side. “Perfect.”

He’ll probably have the most leverage if Neal stays on his knees – he’ll be able to hit his balls from underneath, use the whole top of the toe of his boot, nice and even pressure. “Stay still, boy.”

He practices first. Neal watches his foot move in slow motion, from the floor up to his balls and then back again. “This is your last chance to back out, convict.” He can see Neal’s throat move as he swallows. He doesn’t shake his head.

Neal doubles over with the first strike. His scream is strangled around the gag, his lungs working in double-time to try and get enough air.“Take the gag out,” El says – she has to repeat herself a few times to be heard, but he’s happy to comply. Neal’s jaw is stiff and his lips are dry but he stays silent after Peter tosses the gag onto the table.

He keeps going. He has to put his hands on Neal’s shoulders to keep him from twisting away or falling over. It’s – it’s not hard, to hurt Neal like this. It’s easier that he thought it would be to stand over Neal’s shaking body and keep on kicking him. It’s just hard to remember to be careful when Neal’s torso is slick with sweat and his eyes are red-rimmed from crying and his cock is bouncing off his stomach with every move that Peter makes. He’s screaming almost constantly through clenched teeth. Always so careful to stay quiet for the neighbors.

He kicks just a bit harder for the sixth strike – it’ll be the last one, he thinks. He kicks just a bit harder and Neal’s scream isn’t muffled anymore and his whole body’s convulsing, he almost shifts out of Peter’s grasp. Peter immediately crouches down to look at his balls, terrified he hurt Neal more than he meant to, and then sees it – Neal’s coming. White come dripping down his cock, body tense and shaking. He's coming.

Peter pushes him back and straddles his hips. He rides out the last of Neal’s orgasm and covers his mouth with his own to keep him quiet. Rubs the harsh fabric of his uniform over Neal’s softening cock (damn the dry cleaner’s bill) and fucks Neal’s open mouth with his own tongue. He’s so close to coming himself, in his pants, just from the sight and sound of Neal, sinfully hot, wanton as a whore.

Neal’s practically comatose by the time Peter stops. His eyes are heavy, he looks dazed – he looks well-fucked. Peter gets up on unsteady legs and picks up the phone. “He came without permission, sir.”

“How?”

“From me kicking his balls, sir.” Neal whimpers.

“What a painslut,” El murmurs. “Well. You’ll just have to punish him harder to make sure you’ve made your point, won’t you?” Peter pulls the nightstick out of his belt and taps it against his boot.

“Yes, sir.”

*

Part 2 should be up tomorrow(ish)!

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Date: 2010-07-25 07:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misura.livejournal.com
This was incredibly hot - loved the set-up of the scene, with Elizabeth on the phone, directing things, and Peter being there, describing things to her.

The thing that made this fic from something hot into something incredibly hot though where those small asides, like the joke about giving a con man an inch and having him take over your living room (new curtains? *g*), and of Peter hesitating a few times, consulting with Elizabeth about what to do and whether or not that would be work.

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Date: 2010-07-27 03:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
Thanks, darling! I'm so glad that both the sex and the romance worked so well for you. :D

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Date: 2010-07-25 08:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
This was fabulous - so hot and so good with all the characterizations too. Plus, El topping Peter topping Neal is so good... great fic

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Date: 2010-07-27 03:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
Thanks, Daria! I've been having a lot of fun with toppy!El, lately, glad to know folks are enjoying it! :D

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Date: 2010-07-25 09:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prozacnuts.livejournal.com
Hi! i made an account cause since i already commented to you last time i might as well. I by chance with a small drop of hope came to your page hoping for an update and what do u kno? U Updated!!! yay!!
Love it i think its really hot that you're adding El into the stories more. i can not wait to read the naughty things peter is going to do to neal with that nightstick. >.< also i was by chancing looking through youtube when i found this and i thought you might enjoy it well any white collar fan would. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Je-xY7x42R4 i swear Matt Bomer is more sensual but Tim Dekay uses his hips a lot more. I feel bad for the poor kid in the middle even he feels the sexual attraction between them and he's stuck in the middle. >.

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Date: 2010-07-27 03:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
Hi, darling! Welcome to the fabulous world of LJ. :D I'm so flattered that you're enjoying my fics so much! Part 2's up now. :D

I LOVE THAT VID! My favorite thing to come out of comic-con thus far. :D

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Date: 2010-07-25 01:12 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ladygray99
You have the most amazing skill to write unbelievably hot scenes then drop in something like this.

...give them an inch and they’ll redecorate your entire living room.” Peter kind of likes the new curtains, but he’s not going to say anything about that now.

I bow before your skill.

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Date: 2010-07-27 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
Aw! *beams*

Thanks, darling! :D

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Date: 2010-07-25 01:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] penguingal.livejournal.com
Holy god. That is so... I may just burst into flames. Fuck.

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Date: 2010-07-27 03:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
WHEE FIRE!

:D :D :D :D :D

Part two's up now - I will maybe think about RPF after I finish part 3. YOU INSPIRE ME.

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Date: 2010-07-27 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] penguingal.livejournal.com
Yay part 2! I have already read and squeed! (WHAT? PORN BEFORE BED IS MEDICINAL.)

Also /throws RPF dust your way/

Just for extra inspiration.

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Date: 2010-07-25 03:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] photoash.livejournal.com
Hot as always :) Neal coming from the kicking and Peter being anxious about the pain play was delicious <3

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Date: 2010-07-27 03:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
Thanks, darling! :D

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Date: 2010-07-25 04:37 pm (UTC)
elrhiarhodan: (Peter - I Care (Silvered))
From: [personal profile] elrhiarhodan
Okay...now that I've started breathing again...I'm remembering the kink I have about nightsticks...particularly the ones with ridged handles.

And the boots...gah. You are really hitting that kink hard, bb.

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If I wasn't in the place of BITwL, I'd be hitting my bunk.

HARD

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Date: 2010-07-27 03:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm so glad you liked it, darling! :D

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Date: 2010-07-25 04:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moluren.livejournal.com
It’s – it’s not hard, to hurt Neal like this. It’s easier that he thought it would be to stand over Neal’s shaking body and keep on kicking him.

Hot like burning.

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Date: 2010-07-27 03:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
Thank you, darling!

*beams*

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Date: 2010-07-25 04:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asimaiyat.livejournal.com
Omg omg omg! So freaking hot! I love lieutenant!El asking for pics, and the banter between them, and all of Peter's feelings about hurting Neal. Wonderfully done.

Can't wait for part two!

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Date: 2010-07-27 03:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
THANK YOU!!!! Part two's up now - and there'll be a third. I'd be exasperated except for I'm kind of having BUCKETS OF FUN.

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Date: 2010-07-25 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lionessvalenti.livejournal.com
The whole thing is REALLY hot, and I'm super excited for the next part. I love the interaction between Peter and El, and I love it when Peter is too overwhelmed with Neal's gorgeousness to know what to next. That just made me melt. So cute.

However, all of that said, these are the best couple of sentences, in my opinion:
“Well. He is disobeying a direct order. And you know what con men are like – give them an inch and they’ll redecorate your entire living room.” Peter kind of likes the new curtains, but he’s not going to say anything about that now.

I laughed. So much. I don't know why it struck me as that funny, but it did. Not just the hilarity of "give them an inch and they'll redecorate the living room", but the added bonus of Peter thinking about how he likes the new curtains. I love it.

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Date: 2010-07-27 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
THANK YOU! I'm so thrilled that you liked the hot parts and the curtains bit. I was kind of proud of that one! :D :D :D

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Date: 2010-07-26 03:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sonia6349.livejournal.com
Funny. Your "dry spell" is not leaving ME dry. Not at all. I have to stop reading your fic. My bunk time is sky rocketing. Now, FINISH me off, please.

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Date: 2010-07-27 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
LOOOL

I wanted to finish this (and you :D) but two parts've turned into three - it should be completely finished in a day or two! Glad you're enjoying the ride, lovely lady! :D