Inception Kink Fest
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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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?
♥ Inception Kink Fest ♥You can ( Read more... )
He grips one hand on my forearm and I swear he’s going to kiss me when the phone rings. Cursing, I shove him off and pick it up. “Cobb and Marlowe.”
“Arthur you little shit, I can see you smoking from the street.”
It’s Cobb. I look out the window. “Where the fuck are you?”
“Phone booth. Can see straight into the office if the windows are open. I’m going to give you three minutes to get decent before I come up.” He hangs up.
I look back at Eames, unapologetic. “Don’t try that again.”
“Wouldn’t think of it, darling”, he drags it out, like an insult.
Luckily, Cobb walks in, and hangs his coat up. I turn my attention to him. “What’re you doing here? Go home.”
“You should be happy I saved you from an embarrassing case of public indecency,” Cobb says, throwing a file down on the desk. “Saito paid me a house visit earlier. Fischer frequents a - shall I say - highly specialized gentleman’s club every Tuesday. Maybe you should pay him a visit.”
“Specialized? How so?”
Eames snorts. “Is your imagination really that stunted?”
“Specialized, as in, Fischer’s bedroom fantasies more often than not feature men,” Cobb replies coolly.
Oh. Should’ve seen that coming. I take a drag to hide my slip but put it out with the look on Cobb’s face. “I’m going, I’m going,” I say, grabbing my supplies. Camera. Notebook. Pen.
“You go too. Make yourself useful, since you’re already here,” Cobb says to Eames.
We’re out and rounding the corner in ten minutes. “Here,” I decide, pulling in a spot with a clear view of the entrance. The venue looks like an empty warehouse, with a decently sized parking lot bordered in wire fencing. Our side of the street is friendlier - diners and grocers and public schools - but crime’s never been afraid to cross borders.
“You think there’s a backdoor?”
“Probably.” But then Fischer walks in from the distance, looking as flushed and nervous as an episode of Bambi meets the Gestapo. Sure, he’s adorable; Eames thinks so too, I can tell, but he’ll never make it alone in this part of town. Makes me want to strangle him. Fischer. Both.
“Probably doesn’t know about it, though,” I say about the backdoor.
This is the boring part. I can already see Eames putting his guard down, settling in for the long haul. He lights a cigarette, and offers me the box. I’m about to take one when I see a shadow in my rear view mirror.
We’re being watched.
“We’re being watched,” I try to warn, but Eames beats me to it, saying, “Roll with this,” and kissing me. For a few seconds I press my lips insistently back, too, before realizing what he means. Right. Diversion tactic. It’s just a kiss, Arthur.
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At the first shot Eames twists on the ignition and yells, “GO!” I slam on the pedal and peel off, winding down the street and turning quickly at every corner I can. “Guns in the back,” I shout over the whiplash.
“Already on it,” Eames says. He crawls in the back and cranks down a window. I hear a shot, some windows cracking - not ours - and then some tires squealing. Eames is a pretty good shot.
“Don’t stop; there’s another,” Eames warns.
“So do your job and I’ll do mine,” I snap back.
From the mirrors I can see the bullets whizzing past, grazing the door handle, peeling the paint. Eames shows his head for a few seconds to take a shot and nearly gets taken out. I don’t scream, pulling the car through a slim street and dodging between the swarms of pedestrian. I turn my head. Eames looks attentive but there’s no car chasing us persistently. Looks safe, but I wouldn’t break out the candles just yet.
“I think that’s it for now,” Eames says, ten or so minutes later.
“We’ll lie low for a bit.”
I park at the entrance of an alleyway barely the width of a pregnant woman and jog down it, Eames close on my heels. I take a turn down another street, and another, until I’m depending on muscle memory. It’s already too late when I realize I may have made a mistake.
“This is my apartment,” I understate, quickly ushering him inside.
My apartment is utilitarian out of necessity rather than choice, but I can feel Eames judging me already. “Stop it,” I say, husky.
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Sorry.” I take a breath. “It’s just. Haven’t gotten in a proper car chase for years.”
“Makes you feel young,” Eames grins, guessing. He’s absolutely right. I close my eyes to calm down, but all that’s gone to waste when his fingers touch my wrist, gripping it, rubbing it slowly. I can feel his gun calluses, his old scars.
I circle my arms around his shoulders, dragging him closer until his lips touch mine. I lift my left leg up, dragging against the material of his slacks, feeling the muscles defining his back tighten with the load.
“Bedroom,” I gasp.
Thank you for the lovely comments! I promise SUPER KINKY PORN NEXT, I SWEAR. Sorry for writing so slowly. :(
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“No,” Eames says, undoing my belt and pulling down my pants. “Don’t want you changing your mind.”
He pushes against me, his belt buckle scrapping harshly against my boxers
“That w-would be a bitchh mmove,” I barely make out, breathless. I reach for his collar, fingers sliding down until I find purchase against one of the buttons of his shirt. They’re loose and wore, easy to slide open, easy like Eames.
“I wouldn’t put it past you, darling,” he drawls, all easy smiles and crooked teeth. He leans in, biting me on the shoulder before licking it okay.
“No, but seriously,” I reason, “Bed - ” I start to make out, but he’s fallen to his knees and started sucking my cock. Most people would start licking the sides, but Eames - I don’t know anyone greedier than Eames - just takes it in one quick slide and starts bobbing.
“God, too fast,” I pant. “Too much, you’re too much, want you so much, so much,” and Eames, that bastard, moans around my cock.
“Gonna come,” I manage to let out, and he takes one last lick before stepping back, letting me come all over myself, my own come shooting up against my chest, dripping down on my nice hardware floors.
I’m too dazed to even care.
“Yeah,” Eames grunts, “Came all over yourself, like a little boy huh? You couldn’t control it and came all over yourself like a little boy.”
“Mmm not,” I protest weakly, but Eames stands up and pushes against me, mixing chest hair and come and saliva. I sink in his heavy warmth for a moment as he kisses me, gentle presses of lips against lips. He circles one thick arm around me and lifts me up, slinging heavy against his back.
“What the fuck,” I say.
He dumps me on the bed, crawling close immediately after. “Shhh,” he says, kissing me again, this time with tongue. It’s a little rough. I can taste the cigarettes dark and bitter. He then turns around and flips me on top of him, his cock jutting against my cheek. I take the hint, licking a little at the balls first. They’re hairy, and smell faintly of ashes.
“Yeahhh,” he says, his fingers sliding up my legs and spreading my thighs. “Your ass,” he sighs, moaning as I take the head of his cock in my mouth.
And then suddenly there’s a wet slick of tongue against my ass. “Relax,” Eames croons, “Scooch down a little, just like that, darling, yeah,” as I settle further down on his chest, near his neck.
“You should see this,” he says, vulgar. “Such a nice dusky rose. I hope you take care of yourself,” he says before lapping against my puckering hole.
“G-Goddd,” he drags out of me as his tongue slips in deeper, hot heat licking against the insides of my body, like he was inside me, trying to get inside my skin, trying to reach me. He reaches over and pushes me down to his cock. I suck enthusiastically, clamping down with every bolder stroke of his tongue.
“You got lube?” he asks.
“Y-Yeah, drawer. Condoms, too,” I say, hoping I don’t come off as too forward. Like anything could be too forward, with what we were doing now.
“Don’t move,” he says, positioning so my face is on the pillows, my ass high in the air.
He comes back and slicks his fingers, pushing inside heavily. Two is too much, and I gasp embarrassingly, loosing balance and dropping my shoulders to the sheets.
“You like that, don’t you?” Eames says. “You like the feeling of two fingers in your ass after you’d just been licked open. You like your ass dripping wet, don’t you? You’d do this forever if you could.”
“W-What?” I say, turning my head to look at him. I feel like I should be offended, but this feels too good to be bad. I do like cock in my ass, I like it when Eames is above me, slicking thick fingers down the inner walls of my ass and feeling me out, exploring me like I’m something interesting to be discovered.
“Yes,” I mumble.
“Yes? Yes what, Arthur?”
“I love your spit in me, I love it I love it.”
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“Are you going to fuck me or what?” I say.
“Yeah I am,” he says, tearing open the wrapper and sliding on the condom. I start turning around, but he stops me, saying, “No, no, stay that way, I wanna see your face, see your fucking beautiful face. Fuck you in your face.”
I’m helpless. I loop my arms around him and crush his lips against mine, losing myself to his smell, his touch. He aligns himself carefully, before slowly sliding in. It’s still big, pressing in with some difficulty as I force myself to relax as much as possible. He can’t get fully seated yet, but he pushes in and out, faster and faster until he’s pounding in my loose ass, pounding me back into the bed until I’m trembling all over.
“God you feel good,” Eames says, “Do you feel good? I can tell you feel good. Do you know how?”
“Howwww,” I keen, lifting my legs higher around his waist.
“Your cock,” he says, “Look at your cock. Look at how wet it is.” So I do, and he’s right, my cock’s a mess against my belly, all dirty and gross and sticky and clumping my pubic hair.
“Disgusting,” I say.
“No,” he pauses, swiping a finger over my cock and licking it clean. “Beautiful.”
It’s too much. As soon as he lets another two fingers swirl around the tip of my cock, edging for a taste, I come without warning, splashing all over his chest and neck. I scream, red from embarrassment, tightening around his cock as he resumes his pace, fast and unforgiving, until he pulls out, saying, “I’m gonna come all over you, all over you and your pretty chest, your pretty face,” and of course Eames goes for the money shot, of course, I think, as he rips off his condom, his cum dripping bitter on my tongue, over my face, cooling quickly, uncomfortable.
He drops on top of me, before rolling off.
“Eames,” I say, but he doesn’t respond. Closed eyes, even breathing - he’s out. I smile a little, skin crackling with dried come before getting up to shower.
And then that’s when rationality returns.
This is just sex, I reason. It’s okay.
Except it isn’t, because I like my sex with a side of feelings, extra dirty, artery-clogging, heartbreaking.
I’ve decided it’s too late to not be disappointed by the time I’m drying my hair. So if I’m going to be disappointed, I’d rather nip it in the bud.
“What’re you doing,” Eames says, looking up at me, drowsy, as I pull out pants and a button down. “You leaving me at your own apartment?”
“Look, this doesn’t have to be - ”
“I don’t know about you,” Eames starts, not letting me finish. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t mind if my relationships start off with a bang.”
“Oh, so that’s what we are now? A relationship?” I say, a smile tugging at my lips.
“Sure,” Eames says, easy. “You hungry?”
“You do realize we’re still being tailed, right?”
“So we order in,” Eames compromises.
Easy. It’s always so easy with him.
After dinner, he lights a cigarette and gives me such a beautiful smile, I pull out my work bag and snap a picture.
I hope it turns out well.
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I really want to do a rewrite, but with less porn and more plot, but at the moment I'm too lazy/busy with other things.
So for the time being, sorry for wasting your time. :(
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Porn or plot, it was awesome. The porn was definitely extra dirty, just my type ;)
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