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... )
Arthur sat where there was the most sunlight streaming into the warehouse, making notes in one of his many files. Slim body haloed by the afternoon sun, he made for quite the lovely sight. Eames couldn't wait to muss him up today.
Quietly, Eames tapped a few buttons on his phone and sent a message.
'Now?' was all he asked.
He couldn't hear the phone going off but he watched Arthur reach into his pocket to retrieve his iPhone. Eames was reading Arthur's reply even before he placed it down on the table.
'Yes.'
Perfect. Eames returned his phone to his jacket and then proceeded to shrug out of the dark coat. He walked forward from where he had been leaning against the half-opened door. As he approached the table Arthur was working at, he dropped his coat carelessly on one of the chairs.
Arthur didn't look up, only continued writing. "Eames, have you seen-"
"Shhh," murmured Eames. "Yusuf is just outside, testing how quickly the chemicals disperse in the wind. You don't want him to hear us, do you?"
Arthur looked up this time, and with a frown. "What? It's not like I'm hiding anything from Yusuf."
"Really? Nothing at all?" asked Eames idly, walking closer so he could lay a hand on Arthur.
He watched as Arthur raised an eyebrow, watched as the dark eyes widened in shock while he dragged his hand down the tightly held shoulder. Eames slid his hand over Arthur's nipple deliberately.
"What are you doing?" asked Arthur, voice tinged with shock.
"Come on, Arthur, surely you know," said Eames. "Surely you don't want everyone to realise what happened on the last job."
Arthur's normally fair skin was now a pale pallor. "You said you wouldn't tell."
"For a price. And I'm collecting now," explained Eames, bending to whisper right into Arthur's ear.
Shuddering, Arthur twitched away. "I didn't agree to this."
"Then you should have been more specific before you agreed to be indebted to me if I kept quiet about it," pointed out Eames coolly.
Arthur seemed to be firming his resolve, taking a deep breath before asking, "What do you want?"
Eames smiled. "Get up. Take off your pants."
Glaring hard, Arthur got up slowly. His hands were trembling as he undid his belt before fumbling with his button and zipper. He hesitated then but Eames made an impatient sound and he slowly pushed his pants along with his briefs down his legs.
"That's enough," said Eames when the pants were around his knees.
Arthur straightened, standing there awkwardly with his pants halfway down.
Eames noted his half-hard dick fleetingly and said, "Turn around to face the table. I'm not interested in your dick, only your arse."
Shuffling uncomfortably, Arthur did as he was told, his body a stiff line of anger.
In a sudden move, Eames shoved Arthur down against the table. Arthur let out a cry of surprise, twisting his body as if to try to escape being pinned down. Eames tightened his hold on Arthur's shoulder.
"Shut up, Arthur. Do you want the others to hear you?" demanded Eames.
Arthur stilled, though his body was still tense against the urge to fight back. Bending over Arthur, Eames leaned forward and bit the back of his neck before licking against the reddened skin. Arthur immediately wrenched his head to the side, as if as he could stop Eames from doing it again despite his vulnerable position.
Pulling a tube of lube from his pocket, Eames popped it open. He watched as Arthur craned his neck around to see what was going on, eyes going wide in shock.
"You can't do this here," demanded Arthur.
Eames shook his head. "You're not calling the shots here."
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Arthur tried to pull away, protesting, "No, fuck, don't do it, Eames."
"You have to keep quiet, pet," said Eames, pinning him harder against the table so he wouldn't have any leverage and working a finger into that lovely arse.
"No, no," whispered Arthur, shoving against the table to try to get away and moving it a few inches.
"Do you want Yusuf to hear you? Do you want him to come in and see you like this?" demanded Eames in a low voice, pushing in and out with his finger to emphasise his point.
Arthur made a choking noise, lifting his hips as if he could get away like that. Eames responded by pulling out and starting to push two fingers in instead. Shaking his head, Arthur scrabbled at the table to try to gain purchase and escape.
Eames shoved his two fingers in hard and fast then, causing Arthur to gasp and shiver. Leaning his weight onto Arthur, Eames began moving his fingers inside of him.
"You can't move at all, why do you bother trying?" asked Eames.
He angled his fingers, knowing he had brushed against Arthur's prostate when he cried out and jerked suddenly.
Eames hushed him. "Shhhh, do you really want someone to come and check on you?"
He could see Arthur biting his lower lip so he pressed his fingers in more insistently, pushing against the nub without easing up. Arthur was shivering all over, his hands clutching emptily at the air and his mouth reddened from his own teeth.
Eames pressed him down with his whole body as he reached for more lube, using it on three fingers this time.
"No, I don't-" gasped Arthur as Eames began pushing three fingers in at the same time.
He squirmed, struggling harder this time to try to get away, but Eames was heavier and had him pinned completely to the table.
Eames said into his ear, "Remember the debt you owe me, you don't get a choice in this."
He pulled away, pressing one hand on Arthur's back to keep him in place as he started to undo his own pants as well. Arthur was still shaking his head against the table, whispering 'no' over and over again.
Eames pulled his erection out, sighing softly at the pleasure of freeing himself from constricting pants. He used his free hand to squeeze out more lube and slick himself out.
"I'm going to fuck you without a condom, Arthur," he said quietly. "Because I want to fill you up completely with my come when I'm done."
Arthur twisted his head to look back at him and Eames stepped forward obligingly to let Arthur see him pumping his bare cock with his hand.
"Fuck, no," said Arthur immediately. "That's dangerous, I don't know where you've been!"
Eames asked calmly, "Do you want me to tell the others about your secret then?"
Arthur squeezed his eyes shut immediately, turning his face away and falling silent.
Eames smiled. "I thought not."
He pulled Arthur up by the shoulder, watching him bow his head to look at the ground. Eames sat down on the chair Arthur had been in earlier, pulling Arthur closer by the waist.
"Come here," he ordered as he maneuvered Arthur lower so that he was hovering awkwardly above Eames' lap.
He didn't do anything for awhile, just looked at Arthur's lovely arse perched so near above his cock and admiring that tense, spread thighs holding Arthur up. Those legs were starting to shake a little, probably from the adrenaline more than anything else.
"You're going to sit on my cock," said Eames casually.
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Eames traced a finger down his spine. "You say you don't want this but you're going to be the one sitting down, right onto my cock, so that it fills you up. Because you don't have a choice."
Arthur trembled before him. "No. Eames, no, please..."
"So lovely," was all Eames said before gripping Arthur's hips and shoving downwards slowly.
He used one hand to hold his dick steady, nudging it against Arthur's hole. At the touch, Arthur cried out softly, tried to jerk away.
"No, don't, don't, I don't want this, don't please," begged Arthur.
"Sit down, Arthur," ordered Eames as he pushed down harder with his hand.
In his awkward position, Arthur couldn't move against the pressure and the head of Eames' dick pushed in slowly. Arthur cried out and his legs seemed to give out even more, sinking further. With each inch he went down, Arthur shook his head and tensed up, struggling to take Eames in.
Too soon, he was seated completely on Eames' lap, backside pressed against Eames' clothed thighs. Once he was there, his strength seemed to give out entirely and he sat fully on Eames. He let out a harsh sob, his whole body twitching.
"That's too loud," murmured Eames, shoving up from his chair a little.
Arthur made a muffled grunt, obviously biting on his lip again. Eames sucked a bruise onto Arthur's bony shoulder, gripping him by the waist and lifting him a little before pulling him back down. The angle was good because he suspected he was pressing up against Arthur's prostate with the way he was choking on his little cries to try to keep quiet.
"Ngh," Arthur whimpered out as Eames continued his slow grind up while moving Arthur's hips.
"You have to keep quiet, Arthur. Or someone's going to come looking," murmured Eames.
There was a soft, bitten-off sob as Arthur shuddered. Eames reached a hand around and touched Arthur's stiff erection. Arthur made another abortive sound and pushed down to get away but that only forced Eames' cock deeper. He let out another half-cry.
"You have to do better, that's too loud," whispered Eames, tightening his hold and beginning to pump Arthur's hard-on as he thrust up into the incredibly tight heat.
"Nonono, stop, please, stop," whispered Arthur in turn, his whole body wracked with shudders.
But Eames kept thrusting, only tightened his grip as he pumped faster. "Shhh, no sounds, pet. Anyone could hear you."
Arthur's breathing was shallow and fast as he tried to keep his desperate sounds down to little gasps. Eames rubbed his thumb around the crown of Arthur's dick, pressing against the head and rubbing the pre-come around.
"Nnnn," half-whimpered Arthur.
Eames only hushed him, stroking faster and shoving up harder. It was amazingly hot, Arthur tight around him, erection in his hand, little desperate sounds leaking out from those soft lips. Eames grunted as he moved faster, gripping Arthur tight around the waist.
Arthur tossed his head, gasping and whining in the back of his throat. "No, no- I-"
Eames squeezed at the head of Arthur's prick, wanking him off mercilessly and with that, Arthur was coming, body clenching entirely around Eames and forcing a gasp out of him as well. Shuddering, Arthur's little whines came faster as he moved his hips, riding his orgasm out in Eames' lap. Eames continued pumping him, running his hand all over Arthur's dick and slicking it even more.
Arthur slumped over a little, whole body twitching occasionally.
Without giving him a moment's rest, Eames began thrusting up in earnest as he moved the pliant Arthur in his lap. Fuck, it felt good to fuck into Arthur after seeing his cock spurt everywhere.
"Ah, ah, no, ah," whimpered Arthur with every thrust.
This was even better though.
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"No, I don't-" cried Arthur quietly.
"If you don't do it, I could be here all day, fucking hard into you while Yusuf and Cobb walks in to see you bouncing in my lap, crying and covered in come and using your arse to keep me happy-"
Arthur whimpered and Eames could feel him tightening down on his painfully hard cock. Arthur even pushed down a little, gasping as he clenched as hard as he could and Eames groaned, loud and long as he came hard in Arthur's arse. He shoved up a few more times, hands tightened with bruising force around Arthur's waist.
He finally relaxed into the chair, loosening his grip on Arthur who was utterly sprawled on him, still twitching a little. The pounding in his ears receded a little and he sat there, enjoying the occasional shivers that still wracked Arthur.
Slowly, he lifted Arthur off his softening prick, keeping a hand on Athur's lower back as he wobbled onto his feet. He ran a hand curiously down Arthur's bum and pushed a finger into his loosened hole. Arthur shivered again.
"You're all wet and open from my cock," said Eames, pleased.
He pressed his finger through the wet spunk in Arthur and observed as the whole-body shivers increased. Pulling his finger out, he smeared the semen that leaked out into Arthur's skin. Then he helpfully pulled up Arthur's underwear and pants.
"You're going to sit here and work, with your arse full of my come, and know that I can come back and do this to you again anytime," said Eames as he reached around and looked over Arthur's shaking shoulders as he did up his pants for him.
He pulled away to do up his own pants and stepped aside, sliding the chair forward. Firmly, he pushed Arthur into the chair again. Arthur shuddered, eyes closing as he sat down. Seeing Arthur's face from the front, he could see the hectic blush on his cheeks and reddened lips from all that biting, wet from his own saliva.
Pleased at his masterpiece, Eames patted one flushed cheek and turned away to pick up his jacket. He slipped it on and headed out of the warehouse.
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An hour later, Eames was drinking a celebratory tumbler of scotch when his hotel room door opened. Arthur walked in, raising his eyebrows at the drink.
"Drinking so early in the day?" asked Arthur as he put his bag down.
Eames smiled. "Just remembering the highlights of the day and felt like a little self-congratulations wouldn't be amiss."
Arthur loosened his tie, head tilted in thought. "I did like your improvisation about how I had to keep quiet."
Eames preened. "Thank you. Unlike a certain someone, I do have an imagination."
"You could have told me before we started that Cobb had given everyone the day off though," said Arthur, a bit tetchily.
"Where would be the fun in that?" asked Eames with a mischievous smirk.
Arthur rolled his eyes and wandered off towards the bathroom. "I'm going to go shower. I'm all sloppy inside."
Eames' eyes brightened. "I'll come with."
Arthur turned a little, one dimple in view. "What if I said no?"
Catching him around the waist, Eames growled. "I would do it anyway."
Wrapping an arm around his neck, Arthur whispered against his lips. "Business as usual then."
-The End-
Note: Hope that sorta maybe hits the kink too! Sorry about all the mistakes, I've to post this right now cause my laptop is making funny sounds at me while I'm wrapping this up. O_O
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(I finally manned up and reread this fic again and it's not as bad as my hazy recollections tell me, phew.)
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GREAT JOB BB!
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