OMG... Squee... What Whump... this is awesome!
You are just evil...

Yes, I'm very evil... though I went relatively easy on the boys here, lol :D

Thanks for the great prompt :D Yeah, poor Peter is always worried about Neal, especially here when Neal clearly received more hits *pets him* :P

Oh wow, this is amazing!! Poor Neal, just look at the bootmark on his shirt, and the blood!! *hugs him* And Peter is looking so worried too! *hims Peter as well*

Great work! :D

Thank you ♥ I imagine they whacked Peter in the head as power display and of course Neal went into overdrive, and then in turn Peter begged Neal to stop struggling and told the baddies to leave Neal alone, that they will cooperate.

Of course now Peter is worried because there's no telling how serious the damage is, looks kinda superficial, but, well... :P

Great piece, K. I'm intrigued as to where you got the different elements, it's so seamlessly composed.

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Thank you :) Neal has been added to the pic from scratch, also Peter's collar comes from one pic, the rest of the head from another... the dirt, blood, bootmark have been added :)

Sounds like a lot of work. I'm glad we get to enjoy the fruits of your labor!

I'm doing my best :D

Ohhhh the possibilities!!!

Endless :P

OH MY!! This is awesome... and evil, very, very evil XD Our poor boys, they don't even get a chance to work in peace in their own offices *sigh* Hopefully Diana or Clinton were out of the building and helm the rescue. Hold on, boys!

Sweetie, you're knocking me off my feet with your talent. It's breathtaking, almost too realistic and always with a lot of palpable emotions. Great work, BRAVA!!

Aww, thank you so much :D It only works because people keep leaving me awesome prompts :D

Oh. My. Goodness. So many small details. Is that a footprint I see on Neal's ribcage? Ouch! And the blood on Peter's formerly white collar (see what I did there?) does not escape me either.

I also can't help noticing though that they both seem to know how to kneel... ;)

Heee, LOLOL, well, you know, in my world they do a lot of kneeling, only on softer surfaces, LOL!

And yeah, poor Neal got closely acquainted with one of the baddie's boots *pets him* My goal was to make it look like he seems more or less okay but there's definitely potenial for a more serious injury that might present itself as the time passes :P This is why Peter's looking so worried, he just know all Neal's gonna say is "I'm fine" even if he's far from it.

Heee, LOLOL, well, you know, in my world they do a lot of kneeling, only on softer surfaces, LOL!

That's what I thought ;)
And now I have a headcanon that they can endure this in the office better because they are used to it... Be careful, I may want to write a little scene! Oh boy.

Yeah, it certainly looks as if they are in for the long run, and even a small injury can become more threatening, the longer it goes on / gets not treated. Peter is right to be worried.

Now am I going to write my little scene out of his or Neal's POV? Decisions, decisions...

Heeeeee, even when I'm sick, my bunny-inflicting powers seem to be working just fine :D :D :D

And yeah, when it comes to Neal - of course the injury would turn out to be more serious :D

I love the idea of them being able to kneel for a long time because they are used to it, heee :D

You are evil. Evil you are. Okay, have your comment fic then ;) There is no real end (yet?), not sure if I shall have one or just leave it at that. Hope you like it and it helps you make feel better!

*****

The hard ground dug mercilessly into his knees. The thin layer of carpet did nothing to help against the unforgiving concrete underneath. He debated to subtly shift to at least temporarily release the pressure but thought better of it. Better not bringing attention to himself. Better not make the other man angry. There might be punishment. And if anything Neal didn’t need tonight, it was more punishment.

And he was good at kneeling. He was used to this. He could do it.

Just a little while longer.

He felt uneasy, not knowing what was going on behind him. He was not allowed to turn. He had tried once and received a smack to the head. He didn’t try again. Surprisingly, he had not been blindfolded. He wished he had, it would have made things easier.

Easier to pretend.

To pretend that this was just like any other game they played on a Friday night. To pretend that even though his blood rushed, it was because of excitement and arousal and not dreadful fear. To pretend that if it ever became too much to bear he could use his safeword and Peter would be there, releasing him, holding him, soothing him.

Sadly, no safeword would get him out of this.

At least he wasn’t alone. Peter was there, right beside him. On his knees as well. And right now he looked over, with a worried expression. It was very difficult to keep anything from him. Neal tried his best anyway, tried not to show how excruciating the pain was that his ribs were giving him. One may be cracked, broken even after that harsh kick. It had forced the breath right out of his lungs and made him double over.

And the longer this went on, the harder it got to breathe. He forced himself to take slow breathes. In. Out. In. Out. Don’t panic, Neal. Panicking would only make things worse.

It was hard to tell for how long they already were kneeling here. In such situations, minutes seemed to stretch like hours.

The bad part was, nobody was going to miss them. They had worked late in the office, just the two of them. Elizabeth was out of town and would only return the day after tomorrow. Plenty of time to get into serious trouble with whoever it was that paid them this surprise visit.

He tried to think who could be behind this but unfortunately in their line of work they made so many enemies, the list was very long. And so far they hadn’t said much, just used them as punching bags. It seemed as if they were waiting for something. Or someone? It also seemed as if they were not in a hurry to kill them. Thank God for small mercies.

Of course he had tried to get out of the handcuffs as soon as they had been put on him. But these guys had been briefed well. They seemed to know what he was capable of, and for once none of his tricks worked. The cuffs were so tight that there was no room to wriggle at all. The more he tried, the tighter they became. Until he had to stop because the blood flow to his hands was almost non-existent.

Initially Peter and him had tried to struggle but soon had to realize that it was useless. Then Peter had switched to talking. He was good at that. He promised they would cooperate, he promised to do everything they wanted; he would have promised to get the moon down as long as it kept Neal safe.

One evening, sitting on the patio with a bottle of beer in Peter’s case, and a glass of wine in Neal’s case, they had mused who of them had it worse in situations like this. Neal, who always seemed to receive more blows and injuries than Peter; or Peter, who only helplessly could watch and not do anything. Peter had admitted then that it drove him crazy, that it was almost unbearable and that he would change places with Neal anytime.

Neal wasn’t so sure he wanted to change places with Peter though.

Oooooooh *squishes them* D'awww, love it ♥ Thank you so much :D

Yeah, poor boys, no safeword here... and such a brilliant last line, yeah, I think it's worse for Peter to be the one watching. Poor baby *hugs them both* :D

Be mindful of their injuries when you squish them ;)
So you think I can leave it at that last line? No ending of police suddenly bursting through the door, shooting the bad guys?

I'm usually good at powerful last lines. This could be one.

Yes, only gentle hugs :P

And you can absolutely leave it as it is now, as a scene is feels complete and it certainly tells what it's supposed to tell :D

Awwww!! Poor boys!! You did a great job on this, and now I'm just waiting for how I know they'll get out of it okay and go home and snuggle with El and make everything all better! *huggles them both*

{{{hugs}}}

Yeah, in the end they will make it home... but not without the mandatory hospital stay, lol :P

LOL Well, obviously ;-)

Oh wow, this is so vivid!!! Poor boys!!! Amazing work!!! ::hugs them both tight::

Thank you ♥ Yeah, they always end up in these situations :P I wonder why :P

This is really beautiful! You really are talented!

Thank you :)

Wow, that is impressive! Wonderful art :)

Thank you ♥

Ow ow ow! This is gorgeous! <3

Thank you ♥