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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“Eames,” Arthur says without turning around, “stop breathing down my neck.”

“Just keeping abreast of things,” Eames says, but he’s not, really. He’s inhaling more deeply, trying to sort out the smell of Arthur beneath the soap and hair product and shoe leather, the musk camouflaged beneath a not-unpleasant array of masking scents.

“What do you want?” Arthur asks, one clearly articulated word at a time, and Eames opens his eyes to find Arthur right there in front of him, staring him down.

Eames’ first instinct is aggression, but he clamps down on that, assisted by the fact that Cobb is giving him a funny look from the other side of the room, probably wondering whether Eames is going to sprout claws and try to tear Arthur limb from limb.

Not that he’d be able to, in all honesty. Eames is fast, but Arthur carries two guns and has a knife within fingers’ reach. It would be a close race to see who could disable their target first.

That thought shouldn’t be nearly as exciting as it is.

“Coffee,” he answers belatedly, and goes off to poke around in the makeshift kitchen before he does anything especially damning, such as closing his teeth around Arthur’s wrist to keep him from acting out and challenging Eames’ authority.

He’s attracted, he realizes. That’s what he’s been missing, hidden among the verbal fencing and grudging respect for each other’s professional competence. Sexual attraction. Eames doesn’t swing that way often, and he’d dismissed Arthur out of hand during their first job together as being too prim, too tight-laced, too cold to be of interest. Apparently his hormones have chosen to disagree.

He circles the warehouse twice after emerging from the kitchen, checking on his territory and sniffing around his pack. He ends up lurking behind Arthur’s desk somehow, examining the tidy right-angles of pencil cup, notebook, and paper clip box. When Arthur returns from the whiteboard he has to squeeze past Eames to get to his chair, slipping sideways into the narrow gap between Eames and the desk.

Eames shifts forward without thinking about it, trapping Arthur against the desk. Arthur smells…he smells…

Arthur starts to twist away, and Eames blocks him automatically, hands on Arthur’s hips holding him steady. He can smell Arthur beneath the aftershave and pomade now, elusive but present. Arthur’s entire body tenses, and Eames licks his front teeth, ready for a fight, ready to test the strength of his jaw against the corded muscles in Arthur’s neck, to drag him down to the ground, to grapple with him until Arthur realizes he’s beaten and goes limp, submissive, acknowledging Eames’ dominance.

He sticks his nose beneath Arthur’s jaw, sniffing out fresh skin and a vulnerable pulse point. Arthur jerks backward, trying to get away, and Eames is so close to smelling him, so close, so he pushes closer, hips pinning Arthur to the heavy wooden desk, grip tightening on the sharp angles of Arthur’s hipbones. Arthur’s muscles coil in a way that means he’s about to fight or try to escape, but Eames is almost there, and he whines high in his throat.

Arthur freezes. Then he slowly, and very obviously, relaxes.

Eames takes it for the permission it is and continues his exploration, nosing at the hinge of Arthur’s jaw and the soft curls hiding behind his ear. Arthur’s hands lower to his sides, away from weapons and the threat of violence, and he tilts his head back the barest amount, just enough for Eames to register his exposed throat.

Eames comes back to himself a moment later, humiliatingly aware that he’s assaulting a colleague in a shared workspace, and that Cobb and Tuponile are probably openly staring.

Arthur, on the other hand, hasn’t moved. Arthur is calm, non-confrontational, and displaying every sign of acceptance of Eames’ dominance. Trust Arthur to know how to handle lycanthropes, just like he knows how to handle bloody everything else.