Title: Dirty, Filthy, Wrong
Author:
elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17 (to the max)
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Diana Berrigan, Christie Brooks, Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke (Diana/Neal, Diana/Christie, Peter/Neal, Peter/Elizabeth, implied Peter/Neal/Elizabeth/Christie/Diana)
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Sex Pollen and all the ramifications thereof, especially non-con/dub-con and a canonical gay character having het-sex. Rough sex.
Word Count: ~1400
Beta Credit: None
Summary: Diana and Neal are dosed with sex pollen. It’s fuck-or-die. Simple as that.
A/N: For my very dearest friend,
rabidchild, on the occasion of her birthday.
This is the actual transcript of a chat that RC and I had, oh maybe 2-3 years ago… I saved it, thinking that one day I’d turn it into a real fic. I’m still up to my neck in my Big Bang and don’t have the time to do serious work on anything else, but I didn’t want to let the day pass without a gift. I had the bright idea to clean this up and give to her, sort of like what a cat might leave its human on the front porch. And in case you’re wondering, the only thing I cleaned up was grammar, spelling, punctuation and capitalization and maybe the re-ordering of one or two lines to fix the narrative flow when RC and I typed over each other.
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( This is the chat, as it unfolded on one crazy afternoon in 2011, when we both should have been working… )
Author:
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17 (to the max)
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Diana Berrigan, Christie Brooks, Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke (Diana/Neal, Diana/Christie, Peter/Neal, Peter/Elizabeth, implied Peter/Neal/Elizabeth/Christie/Diana)
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Sex Pollen and all the ramifications thereof, especially non-con/dub-con and a canonical gay character having het-sex. Rough sex.
Word Count: ~1400
Beta Credit: None
Summary: Diana and Neal are dosed with sex pollen. It’s fuck-or-die. Simple as that.
A/N: For my very dearest friend,
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
This is the actual transcript of a chat that RC and I had, oh maybe 2-3 years ago… I saved it, thinking that one day I’d turn it into a real fic. I’m still up to my neck in my Big Bang and don’t have the time to do serious work on anything else, but I didn’t want to let the day pass without a gift. I had the bright idea to clean this up and give to her, sort of like what a cat might leave its human on the front porch. And in case you’re wondering, the only thing I cleaned up was grammar, spelling, punctuation and capitalization and maybe the re-ordering of one or two lines to fix the narrative flow when RC and I typed over each other.
( This is the chat, as it unfolded on one crazy afternoon in 2011, when we both should have been working… )