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Chapter 3
Neal looked at Vincent standing in front of him with a gun. "I don't want to…" he said softly backing up a step to get away shaking light. Putting the gun away at the sounds of more footsteps Neal latched onto Elizabeth as she came closer. "Neal who's… oh hello Vincent…" Elizabeth sneered instantly putting a protective arm around Neal to keep him safe. "Elizabeth… it's been a while… I've come to collect what belongs to me, I see you patched him up you always were good at that kind of stuff," Vincent said looking at Peter as he walked over. "He's not going anywhere with you Adler… now get the hell off my front step," Peter ordered moving in front of Neal and Elizabeth. Taking a step forward the dark wizard felt an oppressive force hit him. "Hmm… protection barrier, well that only works if he's in the house, you can't protect him or your wife forever Burke, and you can't keep them locked in there for the rest of their lives ," Vincent said chuckling as he took a step back and disappearing in a wisp of black smoke. Slamming the front door shut Peter swore loudly and looked at Elizabeth and Neal. "Sorry… let's just forget that and get back to making dinner, Neal don't you dare even think about taking a step out that door without me… I know Adler he's not gone he's lying in wait for something to happen," Peter said locking the front door and putting the chain on as well.
Elizabeth sighed softly and pried Neal off of her and petted his hair. "It's going to be okay honey, Peter won't let anything happen to you he doesn't look it but his powers are equal to Vincent's and that protection barrier will hold no matter what he tries," she said calmly before walking back to the kitchen. Peter kept his back to Neal for a moment before walking off to make sure the other charms and spells were going to hold no matter what was thrown at them. "How…um… Why do you seem to know each other personally?" Neal asked cautiously cocking his head to the side. "He and Elizabeth are related through great, great, great grandparents or something like that and I went to school with him we were in the same magic school classes, the three of us were inseparable until I told him I wanted to marry Elizabeth, he lost it and started to study dark magic and became the man he is today," Peter said bristling a bit.
Nodding softly Neal kept back from the doors and windows, "Peter…I can leave, I don't want to put you and your wife in danger… you don't have to do this for me," Neal said rubbing his arm a bit. "Yeah… if I don't I could end up sleeping on that couch for a year, so enjoy it… for as long as you're here," Peter remarked as he went toward the kitchen to watch his wife cook. Neal tried to push the fear he was feeling out of his mind as he waited for dinner. Trying to keep his mind occupied Neal snooped around some more and found a few old photo albums and flipped through them looking at all the pictures of Peter's life. When dinner was finally ready Neal parked himself at the table and quietly picked at the food while everyone else ate in silence. After the meal Neal was at a loss of what to do at that point and decided to go to the guest room and stay there for a while. Peter rolled his eyes as he helped put dinner away. "Vincent is not going to let this go hon we have to prepare for his worst… even Neal's stupid plans, you know he has one at least," Peter remarked putting the leftovers away. Elizabeth smiled and shook her head a bit as she finished up. "Just promise me you'll be safe and you won't do anything crazy like that last big case you had with that werewolf we had a big scare then," she said thinking back to when she had to wait for days until Peter could come home.
Deciding to call it an early night Peter went upstairs and looked in on Neal to find him sitting by the mirror and just watching his reflection. "Just about anything interests you doesn't it," Peter remarked seeing Neal jump a bit. "Well get some rest it will help your wounds heal better if you sleep, maybe later this week I'll take you to Mozzie's place, it's safe and there is enough stuff for you to do and not get into too much trouble," Peter said as he walked over to the bed and patted it until Neal climbed up and got under the covers. Giving a sigh of relief that Neal had started to fall asleep right away Peter left the guest room and went into his room and changed for bed before grabbing his notebook for work and began to write some things down he wanted to look into when he got a chance.
The week went by slowly, after two days Elizabeth had felt safe enough to leave the house to go to work. During the week Neal had begun to act stranger than even his usual. It first threw her for a loop when Neal growled at her when she tried to sit beside Peter and snuggled up to him. Of course Peter had remedied the situation quickly with a small rubber newspaper dog toy he picked up from the store using it to whap Neal on the nose to snap him out of it. The second time she noticed something odd was when Neal seemed to be more submissive when Peter either raised his voice or seemed to just give off an alpha aura when he returned late from work. "It's weird Mozzie, I feel like a third wheel in my own house," Elizabeth said as she poured Mozzie another glass of wine. "He's going through a heat cycle give it a few more days, he's just following what comes natural to him when it comes to this cycle. Besides Peter seems to be handling it really well so you don't have to worry," Mozzie said sipping more wine as Peter came into the room with Neal trailing close behind him.
"Neal can you give me a minute alone you've been playing my shadow all day it's getting really annoying," Peter growled as he turned on his heel and faced Neal who had shrunk back giving a wide gap between them. "Sorry…" the young siren said keeping his distance to a minimum of ten feet as he started to get antsy after a minute. Jumping and latching onto Peter's back Neal purred loudly. Letting out an annoyed growl Peter couldn't hold it in any more. "Damn it Neal, get off me you're becoming the biggest pain in my ass… just get lost and leave me alone!" Peter yelled. Elizabeth and Mozzie stopped talking and looked at Neal and Peter.
Feeling his lip quiver a bit Neal turned and ran out the front door. Running after him Peter looked down both sides of the street for any sign of Neal. Seeing nothing but an empty street Peter sighed and tried to think of where Neal would go. Eying the park at the end of his road Peter sighed and walked to the park and began to look around. Walking around the small park Peter was on the brink of giving up when he saw a flash of blue on the surface of the pond as the water rippled. Sitting on the bench closest to the water Peter leaned back and waited until Neal came back up if he did. Swimming around Neal started to feel better as he felt the water slide over his body making him feel better for being yelled at. Moving to the surface of the pond Neal looked around and saw Peter sitting on the bench watching the pond. He yells at me then he comes looking for me… Neal thought as he swam away toward the other shore to be alone.
"Hello Peter…I see your taking my pet out for a swim…" Vincent remarked keeping his distance from the FBI agent. "He's not yours Vincent, now that his wounds are all healed he's going home and you'll be going to jail." Peter said as he stood up. Chuckling coldly Vincent moved forward. "Call him over or I'll turn you into something unnatural... I'm sure Elizabeth will be able to find love somewhere else… unless she wants to keep a husband that's a turtle even if he is stuffed," Vincent said chuckling as he summoned up a small wind storm. "Neal… you should come back now," Vincent called his voice carrying over the water to the siren. Neal looked over his shoulder and treaded water for a moment.
Moving through the water like a bullet Neal pulled himself out of the pond and onto a small out cropping of rocks. "Don't hurt him…you'll regret it" Neal said trying to sound intimidating. "Oh Neal that is just too adorable… but I'll let him live if you come home with me and swear you'll never leave again; because if you do I'll silence you with magic forever. So do we have a deal?" Vincent asked seriously as he walked onto the rocks and held a hand out to Neal.
Breathing deeply in both annoyance and anger Neal nodded. "Yes, we have a deal" Neal said reaching out and taking Vincent's hand. He could feel a wave of magic course through him and force a change in him and looking down Neal found himself in Vincent's favorite clothes for him a tight pair of black pants and the same backless top he gave to him when he first caught Neal. "Good boy, you're learning how to behave again," Vincent said putting an arm around Neal's waist and pulled him close. "See you around Peter and just remember I always win," Vincent remarked as he and Neal disappeared from sight in a swirl of smoke.
Looking around his expensive prison Neal sighed as he stood there. "Neal? Are you listening to me?" Vincent questioned as he walked over and grabbed Neal by the chin and forced him to look at him. "I'm listening…I just don't care what you have to say to me is all," the siren said pulling away from the man holding him. "Careful Neal… you're not going to get your present if you don't behave," Vincent remarked as he walked over and put his hands on Neal's shoulders and to rub them a bit. Shuddering at the touch Neal looked away and tried to ignore the feeling growing inside him from his heat. The young siren could feel his resolve start to crumble. "Please come in… I think he's ready," Vincent said looking over his shoulder as footsteps walked into the room. "Neal I want you to meet Keller…he's siren also," Vincent said turning Neal around to face the other siren. Neal whimpered when he saw the other siren.
"Hello Neal, it's nice to meet you," Keller said walking over to take Neal's hand and to kiss it before pulling him into a full lip lock. Neal was caught off guard but he didn't fight it. When they broke apart from the kiss Neal was entranced by the other siren. Pulling Neal away toward the large pool he smirked and helped Neal into the pool as he legs turned into his tail. "You shouldn't have to suffer in heat any more…it will be okay," Keller said softly as he brushed some hair out of Neal's eyes and changed as well and swam beside him in the pool in perfect sync with one another.
Diana walked into Peter's office and saw him still sitting at his desk. "Peter, are you still sulking it's been ten months since Neal left you at the park, you need to get over that he left," Diana said trying to get Peter out of his slump. "I'm not sulking I'm just working late; in fact I'm going to go home now it's been a long week. Besides I could care less about him," Peter said as he gathered his stuff before leaving the office to get into the elevator and traveled to the lobby. Walking beside each other their attention was drawn to the yelling of the guard at the front desk. Peter immediately recognized Neal even as he was soaked head to toe in blood. "Neal… what happened to you?" Peter asked making sure not to touch him to compromise any evidence. "They're…they're all dead…"Neal mumbled before collapsing. Peter moved quickly and caught Neal in his arms before he hit the floor. Getting some help Peter brought Neal to gym in the basement and put him one of the benches to let him rest while he stripped the bloody clothes off Neal and put them aside and covered him with a large towel.
Turning the closest shower on Peter moved Neal into the stall and held him in his arms as he cleaned the drying blood out of his hair and off his body. "What kind of trouble did you get into this time…and what do you mean they're dead?" Peter asked softly as the water slowly woke Neal up. Pushing himself up farther Neal moved under the stream of water and let it pelt him. After a long hot shower Peter dressed Neal in some FBI sweatpants and tee shirt before he brought Neal upstairs making sure to drop the bloody clothes off with Diana to go to the lab. Sitting the siren down in the conference room Peter sat across from him with a notepad on the table. "What happened Neal and don't tell me nothing; you came here soaked in blood yet you're not injured at all. Even if you don't tell me my agents are going to Adler's place right now," Peter said watching Neal as his gaze moved around the room before landing on him. "Am I going to jail?" Neal asked softly as he pulled his legs up and put his arms around them. Peter looked up then back at the notepad. "It depends on what you did… now what happened to you?" Peter asked putting a little more gruffness in his voice as his boss came into the room.
Reese sat at the table and looked at the siren. Neal whimpered a bit at the memory and looked out the windows. Shaking but not crying Neal started to feel the tears prickle at his eyes. "He killed them all…and I killed him…." Neal cried as he rubbed the tears away as he continued letting his gaze fall on the table in front of him as he began to recount. "Vincent…bred me with another siren, Keller. I was pregnant and I laid twenty egg sacs but only ten hatched last month. There was a party tonight. That's when Keller and I learned that Vincent was planning on selling our sirelings as pets," Neal paused for a moment as he tried to steady his breathing. "I told him that I wouldn't allow him to sell my children…it made him mad and he slapped me so I hit him back… it enraged him…he… he…went to the kitchen and … when he came back he had a bottle… he said if he couldn't have them we couldn't either…and that we could always make more," Neal sobbed the tears just flowing at that point.
Swallowing hard Peter cleared his throat. "Neal what did he do?" he asked softly taking the notes down as Neal told them everything. "He… he poured bleach into the pool and killed them all… I… I went crazy with rage and killed him and his guests…" Neal said mumbling not looking up. Getting up from his seat Peter moved around the table and allowed Neal jump into his arms and cry. After looking at his boss Peter moved Neal from the table and made a large comfortable cot appear with magic and helped Neal onto it before covering him with a blanket. Peter then made a small drink appear which he forced Neal to drink it. "It's bottled sleep it will help you rest and have no dreams or nightmares… and I promise to be right here when you wake," Peter said as he got up and motioned for Hughes to follow him. "Sir… what's going to happen to him?" Peter asked already knowing the answer.
"You know already Burke… he confessed to murder and we have to arrest him; then it will be up to the Crypto corrections to take over his punishment. We can't have a dangerous creature running around the city killing people," Hughes said dusting his sleeve off a bit. "Neal isn't a killer, you saw how torn up he was about what he did. We need to hold off and get all the information before we arrest him," Peter said looking back through the glass wall where Neal was sound asleep. "You have four days to prove that it wasn't premeditated… otherwise," Hughes said walking away to his office letting Peter go back to the conference room to sit by Neal until he woke up.
Hearing his phone go off Peter answered it knowing it was Diana calling him. "How bad is it?" he asked not letting her get a word out. "Bad…there is blood and remnants of organs and tissue everywhere…Peter…there is one survivor another siren he's been patched up and he's being sent to the office now; his wounds weren't bad just a few deep cuts and a head wound that must have knocked him out…also uh… in the pool…" Diana sighed lightly. "I already know Neal told me… ten of them right? Could you see to it that they are treated with respect and you know," he said unable to finish the sentence. "Yeah… I'll get Jones on that right away, I'll call later I think DNA and dental are the only way to identify anyone here I can't tell what parts belong to what body," Diana commented keeping to one clean enough area the booties covering her shoes caked in drying blood.
Peter sighed into the phone as he absently reached over and stroked Neal's hair a bit. "Just keep me posted on everything, I'll talk to you later," Peter said before hanging up and going back to watching Neal. Sighing softly Peter sat back and finished stroking Neal's hair as the door opened. "Excuse me… are you Agent Burke?" Keller asked as he walked in his arm wrapped up and bandages on his face. Peter stood up quickly and walked over and shook Keller's hand. "I take it that you're the other siren… I'm sorry for your loss; Neal told me what happened…. If you can fill me in, in any way that will help Neal," Peter said motioning for Keller to sit down at the table. "Adler killed our children and Neal went off his rocker and ripped Adler apart… he knocked me on my ass when I tried to stop him but he overpowered me and when I woke up your agents were all over the place so were the other guests body parts," he said looking over at Neal asleep on the cot.
"So Neal did it…this doesn't look good at all…when he wakes up I'm taking him home you should come too," Peter said coming up with a plan in the back of his mind. "No…I may be his mate for this time but it was forced on him when he was in heat. Please take care of him he's fragile right now, oh before I go I want you to promise me you're not going to let anyone hurt him like Adler used to," Keller said as he stood up from the chair. "You're a good man Burke, I'd hate to hear through the grapevine you betrayed his trust; especially when all he would talk about was you and your wife being so nice to him," the siren said giving a small wave as he left the office and took off. Grabbing a cup of coffee from the kitchen area of the office Peter looked around at the empty desks as he made sure everything was off before going into the conference room waving his hand to make the cot Neal was on a little bigger to give him more room Peter made himself comfortable at the table with a book to read. After sending a text to Elizabeth explaining everything to her Peter picked up his book and began to read.
Peter felt his eyes growing heavy after reading for a few hours. Peter dropped onto the expanded cot beside Neal. Getting comfortable Peter fell asleep with the feeling of a warm body next to him. As the night progressed Neal woke from his deep sleep and found Peter beside him sound asleep. Shaking the agent Neal gave a small smile when Peter woke up. "Peter… what happened? The last thing I remember was Adler dumping bleach into the pool…" the siren said softly as he curled around the agent. Staying silent Peter sighed deeply for a moment before he rolled over and looked Neal right in the eye the pain still there. "You've been in shock for a while you retaliated against Adler and his guests… Neal you killed them," Peter said softly seeing the look of shock and pain on his face. "Neal… it's okay, you weren't yourself when that happened," the agent said sitting up fighting the urge to sleep. "But I killed people…and I can't remember it; it scares me," Neal said his voice low as he closed his eyes and put his head in Peter's lap. Sitting quietly Peter put his hand on Neal's head softly and stroked his hair like a pet or small child until he started to fall asleep.
"You can't keep him Peter… he's a dangerous he needs to be arrested and put down if it has to be done," A voice said making Peter look up from where he was. "Philip…it's been a while, are you still acting first and asking questions later?" Peter asked as he continued to pet Neal trying to keep him asleep "He killed twenty people…and probably slaughtered his own sirelings to cover it up and have an insanity defense. Not that it matters creatures like him don't have rights and he gets a free stay in a nice eight by ten cell," Kramer said as he removed his coat and dropped into a chair. "I'm not going to let you; Neal isn't a killer he may be childlike and a royal pain in the ass sometimes but he is not a killer," Peter defended as he felt Neal shift a bit in his sleep.
Kramer watched the siren continued to sleep. "Peter…don't make this any harder than it's going to be, when he wakes I'll be taking him into custody and putting him in a place he can't hurt anyone," Kramer said as he grabbed a pair of handcuffs from his belt and held them out to Peter. "I'll let you cuff him," Kramer said. "Reese gave me four days to prove this wasn't premeditated and I intend of proving it," Peter said defiantly keeping a hand on Neal as he snapped his fingers and made Neal and himself vanish and reappear on the Burke's living room couch. Elizabeth jumped at the sudden arrival of her husband and the young siren. "You would think after so many years of marriage I would be used to that by now," she remarked. Chuckling Peter moved from Neal and pulled his wife into the kitchen and told her everything that had happened. Covering her mouth she looked back into the living room and looked at the siren on her couch that had begun to wake up Elizabeth didn't know what to say. Rushing over she threw her arms around him and held him close. Neal knew that she knew everything and he didn't have to hide his pain. "Neal… don't worry Peter isn't going to let you go to jail; now I have to go out. I'm having a girl's night with my friends I'll be back later so don't let Peter make you do anything you don't want to and remember we're here to help you, " Elizabeth said softly as she watched Neal as he pulled away. "I can't let you two get in trouble for helping me, I can disappear and return to my home," Neal said wringing his hands a bit. "Kramer is already watching the airports and docks; you're stuck here for at least a couple weeks so I'll hide you at one of Mozzie's safe houses in the city; you'll live there where it's safe," Peter said as he came back with two beers and handed one to Neal, who after taking a long gulp of beer, nodded.
"Thank you, I know I'm not the easiest to get along with but you have to let me repay you someday," Neal said smiling a bit as he put the now empty bottle on the coffee table Peter smirked and finished his beer. "Just stay out of trouble when Mozzie gets you to a place where you can hide out Neal," Peter said as he grabbed the empty bottles. "I will try to but I really don't have a good track record with staying out of trouble, I would tell you to ask Napoleon… but he's dead so you can't," Neal remarked with a smirk. Quirking his eyebrow Peter looked at Neal for a moment before rolling his eyes. "Just don't attract the attention of the FBI is all I'm asking," Peter remarked as he got more beer for his house guest.
Neal smiled and grabbed the beer from Peter and started to drink it down. "Don't drink it too fast if you get drunk and I'm not holding your head when you get hung over," Peter said working on his second beer. Loosening up a bit by the sixth bottle Peter was laughing at a story Neal was telling about his times in the Greek courts as a small child. Neal finished his latest beer. Moving from where he was sitting so he was beside Peter. Neal dropped his head in Peter's lap as he stretched out.
Elizabeth came home late that night to find the living room empty sans Satchmo who was snoozing on the couch. Heading upstairs Elizabeth found Peter and Neal dead to the world asleep in the master bedroom though it looked like Neal had snuck in since he was latched onto Peter with such a death grip. Smiling at how cute it looked she didn't dare pry them apart. Getting her things she changed in the bathroom and made her way to the guest room to sleep.
As the sun rose the next morning Neal woke to an empty bed. He headed "I'm a cuddler and you kept trying to push me out so I held on to stay on the bed. You get even pushier in your sleep," Neal remarked grabbing the glass of orange juice in front of him and started to drink it. "I'll be bringing you to Mozzie's shop from there you're going to a safe house. Once Agent Kramer calms down you will be allowed to leave the city," Peter remarked looking over the top of his paper. Neal nodded and put the glass down. "You'll come visit me right?" Neal asked hoping that he would still see Peter and Elizabeth. "Not really, I'm sure Kramer will be following me around for a while so we're going to have to transport you to Mozzie's to keep the location a secret," Peter said as he put the paper down.
Neal forced a smile and stood up from the table and yanked Peter to his feet. "Alright let's go," he said feeling the familiar feeling of teleporting and opening his eyes Neal found himself in an oriental style shop. "You're always early aren't you suit?" Mozzie asked sipping his tea as he came out from behind the counter. "Just keep him out of trouble alright… give him a good place to hide but low key please… I have to go, I'll see you around Neal," Peter said disappearing before Neal could say anything. "So Moz…what's there to do around here?" Neal asked looking at all the items around the room for sale. "Don't touch anything, I'm going to bring you to the safe house in a few hours," Mozzie said producing a bottle of wine from behind a book. "The suit doesn't like it when I bring out the illegal good stuff in front of him, but you look like a wine man to me," he added picking up two glasses and pouring the wine into them.
Clinking glasses Neal felt more at ease knowing that he wasn't treated any different. When the wine was done they left the shop and made their way to the safe house. "This is it?" Neal asked a little shocked as he looked up at the mansion. "June is a good friend and she owes me from a very long time ago, now be good…" Mozzie said as he knocked on the door. As the door opened Neal smiled as June invited him in and brought him to the sitting room with Mozzie close behind. "So Neal… if you're going to live here all I ask is that you have breakfast with me at least twice a week," June said with a smile. "I would love to have breakfast with you," Neal said smiling. "Wonderful…and I've got some things you could wear… my husband Byron was about your size and all his suits are up in the apartment upstairs," she said hooking her arm around Neal's to lead him upstairs to the apartment.
Entranced by the view Neal went over to the bed and dropped onto it. "So comfortable," Neal sighed tugging on the sheets a bit making a little nest almost. "You're free to roam the house and go out on the terrace but Mozzie has asked me to remind you not to leave the house in case that FBI agent is looking for you," June said hoping her words were getting to Neal who was busy enjoying the extra comfortable mattress still. "I'll let you get settled, I'll be downstairs if you need me," June said before leaving the apartment. Neal waited until June was gone before jumping off the bed with a smirk. He walked around the apartment and while checking everything out Neal found some old sketch books. Picking one up Neal flipped through it and found it empty. He then grabbed a pen and began to sketch to ward off the boredom and loneliness that was starting to creep up around him. Shivering a bit Neal looked around for a moment before shrugging the feeling off as he went back to his sketch.
=Finishing the sketch Neal dropped the book on the coffee table and made his way into the large bathroom in the small hidden hall. Looking at the tub Neal filled it with warm water with a splash of cool to mimic the waters he was used to around the island of Crete. Stripping out of his clothes Neal caught his reflection in the mirror. Looking at his reflection Neal sighed for a moment as he ran his hand over his flat stomach subconsciously before getting into the bath, his tail appearing as he slipped into the water and curled into a ball under the water. Keeping his arms around his tail Neal sighed and watched the bubbles out of the corner of his eye move toward the surface. Even though the freshwater stung his gills Neal ignored the pain taking it as punishment for not being able to protect his children. When the pain in his heart started to get to him Neal sat up letting his tail stay in the water. The sun that filtered in through the window sparkled against the scales of his tail. As the water started to grow cold Neal changed his tail back into legs and got out of the tub slowly and put the clothes Peter gave him back on before heading back to the small bedroom alcove before dropping onto the bed to get some rest.
Weeks went by before Kramer gave up the hunt for now and moved onto another case of an alleged werewolf clan in Wall Street. Peter was glad he could finally get Neal back home wherever that was. Peter had gotten the address of Neal's safe house from Mozzie and decided to go there after work one day to check on Neal and make sure he was alright. After feeling like he had done enough for the day Peter left early and headed to the address when he got there he thought it was some kind of joke. Going up to the door Peter knocked cautiously and was led into the living room and took a seat across from June. "You must be Peter…Neal talks about you all the time, I'm glad you're here though Neal hasn't been feeling like himself I was actually going to go check on him but if you wouldn't mind he gets snippy if I go up there too much," June said with a smile as she handed Peter a key.
Not wanting to be rude Peter got up from where he was sitting and made his way up to the apartment. Peter knocked on the door first when he didn't get an answer he felt a small pang of worry and decided to use the key. Unlocking the door Peter walked into the apartment the large French doors were cloaked in hasty curtains made from sheets. Stepping into the apartment Peter kept his guard up as he walked over and yanked the curtains to the ground, before he could react he felt a heavy weight crash into him and knock him to the floor. "Neal, get off of me…" Peter yelled as he tried to throw the siren off of him who had a good hold on him.
It took Peter all of three seconds to realize that Neal was only wearing a pair of pants and even then they were threatening to fall off his well angled hips. Pulling his gaze back to Neal's face Peter could see how blown his pupils were and the intense fire in them. At that moment it dawned on the agent that the young siren was in full blown heat. "It's so hot…" Neal mumbled keeping the older man pinned to the hardwood floor. Peter struggled to shove Neal away only to realize that a siren in heat was incredibly strong. "Neal, I said get off me…" Peter growled as he managed to flip them over only to see Neal smirking and enjoying the rough behavior especially since he had begun to let out a light purr as he moved his hand down Peter's chest and down the front of his pants. Snapping out of the shock Peter grabbed Neal's hand before he reached his target and slammed it on the floor and held it down.
Purring even louder Neal smirked "How did you know I liked it rough?" he asked his eyes hooded with even more lust as he looked up at Peter though his long eyelashes with need. Taking advantage of being on top Peter climbed off of Neal and began to dust himself off. Ignoring the keening whines from the floor Peter kept his distance as he watched Neal get up slowly from the floor. "I'm not going to sleep with you Neal… I'm married and it's against the FBI to fraternize with crypto creatures in such a way," Peter said putting his foot down. Getting up from the floor Neal moved toward the large bed swaying his hips a bit as he dropped onto the bed and leaned back and crossed his legs with a smirk. Not willing to take no for an answer Neal decided to play dirty, humming his song Neal closed his eyes as he sang waiting for it to ensnare the agent in the apartment. In a matter of seconds Peter was attacking Neal's neck with kisses and strong bites.