Inception Kink Fest

[cherrybina]

Welcome to the Inception fandom Kink Fest!

This fandom puts out some seriously amazing fic on a regular basis, but I am of the opinion that there should always always ALWAYS be more kinky porn. You guys, our fandom has guns and bondage and daddy issues and dream forgery. I say it's time to bring on the kink, yes?

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[osaki_nana_707]

"You sure you don't want me to do that?" Eames asked.

"I imagine that unpleasant little fever of yours has made your limbs like lead. I think I can manage on my own."

Arthur had a point. Still, he was beginning to forget about the fever brought about by the Seattle rain, instead becoming submerged in the fever Arthur was giving him.

It was entirely too hot in the room.

Once Arthur finished preparing himself, he started stroking Eames until he was hard.

Eames felt like he was going to pass out, but he refused to miss a moment of this. Articulate, calm Arthur was already starting to fray apart at the seams, pieces of his finely coifed hair starting to fall in his face, sweat beading along his forehead, lips red, and nipples peaked. Eames ventured lifting his hand and running it lazily down Arthur's chest, and even with him hot with arousal, Arthur was still cool compared to Eames.

He wondered if he needed to go to the hospital.

Then, Arthur took Eames's cock in his hand, lined himself up, and lowered himself down, and Eames decided fuck the hospital, I'll just die happy.

Arthur lifted himself up and dropped back down, and he yelped as he did so, and that made Eames groan.

"How's that feel?" Arthur asked, voice hoarse, and he had the most shit-eating grin on his face that Eames had ever seen. It shouldn't have been as sexy as it was.

Eames responded with a moan because words? What were words?

Arthur dropped himself again, and Eames nearly went cross-eyed. "Is that all you've got?" he still said because he was just a bastard like that.

Arthur knelt down and licked into Eames's mouth, fingering his nipples teasingly, and Eames felt that the flash of chilled skin against his own was probably the best feeling in the whole world. Arthur scraped his teeth against Eames's neck and pulled back before dropping down on him again, and Eames didn't even have sounds for how it felt then.

[osaki_nana_707]

Arthur was an expert, Eames was already discovering, as he lifted himself and then allowed himself to be impaled over and over again, like it was effortless, and Eames wondered why they hadn't done this sooner.

He vaguely remembered that Arthur was a shameless little cock tease though, and that made sense.

Arthur started babbling, picking up speed, and he was stroking himself now, and Eames was loving the show almost as much as the feeling of Arthur's tightness around him. "You like that? Fuck-- Fuck me. Show me what you're fucking made of."

Eames could hear Arthur's words but could no longer understand them, and the fever cocktail was maddening. He could hardly breathe, and his limbs had ached until they were hurting in the very best possible way. He was making noises, he knew, but he couldn't prevent them anymore than he could hear them. He was losing himself in the heat, and it was hot, hot, hot...

Arthur was letting out little breathy sounds, rising in octave and in volume each time he slammed back down, and Eames thought Arthur had some impressively powerful thighs that he would like very much to test the power of in the future, and that was when Eames swore he was hearing gunfire, and they were no longer in the bed in his hotel room but gloriously, gloriously fucking Arthur behind a table while whoever was shooting at them searched, and it was so... Oh...

OH

...

.......

.........

Eames opened his eyes, thinking he was waking up from some brilliant, orgasmic dream, only to find Arthur at his bedside, dabbing his forehead with a cold cloth.

He was fully dressed again, but his hair was still out of place.

It was real.

Eames thought he finally understood the meaning of the American word awesome.

"Feel any better?" Arthur asked. "You passed out almost right after you came."

Eames just sighed, smiling lazily. "Wha--?"

"Well, at least it broke your fever for a little while. I think it came back up again though," Arthur said.

"Perhaps you should help me bring it down again," Eames said, but his eyelids were already drooping.

"Maybe later," Arthur said.

"Why choose now to fuck me, eh? Not that I'm complaining."

"You asked," Arthur said.

Eames's eyes opened up again at that, and... God damn it, of all the times he'd teased and flirted with Arthur, he couldn't think of one time where he'd actually made the offer.

"You shameless little cock tease."

Arthur grinned, and it was still sexy.

"I do hope you intend to make it up to me," Eames said.

"Go to sleep, Mr. Eames."

Eames drifted off.

Five minutes later, Arthur coughed.

END

[photoclerk]

fffffffffffffffffffffffff YAY!

[fic_kitty]

I LOVED THIS. ALL THE PARTS OF THIS BUT ESPECIALLY THIS PART:

In Eames's fever-addled mind, he came to the conclusion that Arthur had given him the plague, just so he could make that joke

SO EPIC. SO EAMES. SO HOT. LIKE, METAPHORICALLY AS WELL AS PHYSICALLY HOT SINCE IT'S.... FEVER SEX... oh you know what I mean.

Hawt. Nom. :D

[fuzzyniffler]

fuck the hospital, I'll just die happy.

SUCH an appropriate reaction, no matter who you are. But especially Eames.

This was absolutely magnificently hot :D