Inception Drabble!
About a month ago(?) alpha_hydra, shimshake, and I had a random drabble party late at night, so I thought I'd finally actually post one of my contributions to my actual page, instead of leaving it in the comments. It's actually a bit long for a drabble, but it's still pretty short considering. :/
Title: Shoplifting
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1199
Notes: shimshake gave me the fandom choice of Inception shimshake gave me the prompt shoplifting… and this is what I came up with.
It wasn't until Arthur had already made it to the front of the store that he realized that maybe this wasn't the best way to start his dream life of high-class international criminal espionage. In fact, shoplifting was by far the pettiest form of criminal activity Arthur could think of and he was quite disgusted with himself for even lowering himself this far. However, criminals had to start somewhere, right?
And frankly, it was ridiculous how Arthur could nowhere near afford the deliciousness of that suit that had called to him as soon as he had set foot inside. He had only meant to try it on. What was the harm in dreaming big in the moment even if the awesome of the future loomed so far in the distance?
So Arthur had ignored the scathing looks from the attendant as his jean-clad form went to try it on. And it had just fit so wonderfully, feeling so beautiful and expensive against his skin. What Arthur wouldn't give to wear clothes like this every day of the week. He couldn't help but admire himself in the glass, thinking he would totally bang himself if given half the chance, so why wouldn't anyone else?
And that's really what made it so troublesome when it came time to take the beautiful thing off. Arthur could admit that he liked the finer things in life. He was a bit vain and shallow in that way. He wanted to look like he was made of money, which sadly, was not the case. He wanted everyone to see how good he looked and to want him and know in the end that ultimately, they couldn't have him. And again, this wasn't the case, when he could barely afford to pay his way through college. Surprisingly, scholarships and acceptance letters had not come falling upon his head like he thought they would when he graduated at the top of his class. This was when he realized that life sucked, and really, only a life of crime would get you where you wanted to go.
Well, there had been more to it than that, but suffice it to say that when Arthur had walked out of that changing room, he had for all intents and purposes decided it was time to start his criminal career. This all came to a crashing hold when he was stopped by a large hand around his bicep, and Arthur's heart thudded heavily in his chest as he turned to meet the eyes of the person who would destroy all his dreams in one instant.
"Really, darling," an accented voice whispered softly in his ear, sending thrills up his spine. "You've got to be more convincing than that if you ever want to make it out of this place alive."
"Wha--?" Arthur began, but was abruptly carted off back to the dressing rooms, his mysterious kidnapper sending a cheerful wave at the suspicious attendant.
"Just needed him to try on a few more things," he replied cheerily, and promptly shoved Arthur into the dressing space at the back.
"Just what do you think--" Arthur tried again, but the man interrupted him with a firm "Quiet."
It was only then that Arthur got a good look at his assailant. And he was ridiculously gorgeous. Broad-shouldered with plenty of muscle, blonde hair and full lips. He was a walking wet dream. And he was currently smirking at Arthur in the most annoying way possible. Arthur's heart fluttered for maybe one of two seconds before he decided that kidnapping was really not an attractive quality in a person. Well, maybe. After all, if he were going to be an international criminal, it'd probably be a quality he'd want, which was completely beside the point at this moment in time.
Arthur scowled at the stranger and crossed his arms defensively in front of himself, not liking how he was essentially backed into a corner.
"Now, don't be like that, love," his kidnapper said, stepping forward in a way that wasn't appealing at all. "I was just helping out. You were the one about to get caught."
"I was fine," Arthur retorted, feeling flustered and small in comparison to this other man, dressed to the nines with slicked back hair and polished shoes. Even his teeth were shining. Arthur resisted the urge to bat his own bangs off of his forehead, the fall of hair making him feel childish. He would not be intimidated by this man.
"Sure you were, darling, sure you were," the man replied. "But why don't I just help you out a bit anyway, thank you for the show, and then you can go on your merry way?"
"What?!" Arthur exclaimed, flushing, but the man was already stripping him of his cheap button-down and it really wouldn't do to call attention to the situation going on in here, not that Arthur appreciated being mishandled. He slapped the hands away, only to have them come back, more efficiently than before.
When he was down to his boxers, the man took a moment to drag his eyes down Arthur's body appreciatively, and Arthur couldn't help but turn red, not seeing the appeal of his own skinny body in comparison to this man's, but liking the attention all the same.
"Very beautiful, darling," the man said and proceeded to button Arthur up in the expensive shirt, dressing him carefully.
Arthur stayed quiet at the man worked, feeling the warmth high on his cheeks as he bent to check something on the fit of the trousers, and Arthur was hit by the scent of the man's cologne, feeling himself grow drunk on it.
"Done?" Arthur quipped, feeling proud of himself when his voice held steady.
"Almost," his kidnapper replied, running his hands smoothly across the jacket on Arthur's shoulders to the tie, before grasping it roughly and hauling Arthur to him in a rough kiss.
It was a whirlwind of tongue and heat and pressure, and Arthur barely had time to enjoy it before the man pulled back, pulling a comb out of somewhere and somehow managing to work Arthur's hair back and out of his face.
"Done," he finally pronounced, spinning Arthur around to check his reflection in the mirror.
It was unbelievable, the change, and the man grinned at Arthur in the mirror, smoothing his hand down Arthur's tie in a way that left Arthur shivering.
"Now, you look like you were born to demand respect," he grinned, and Arthur found he couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away from that reflection.
"Wait a few minutes, love. I'll distract the attendant," and before Arthur had time to say anything in response, the man was gone, Arthur's original clothes with him.
Something that might have been disappointment settled somewhere in Arthur's stomach, but that couldn't have been right because besides some inadvertent molestation and one filthy kiss, the man had practically kidnapped and deserted him.
However, when Arthur finally left the store, without a single suspicious glance in his direction, but quite a few lingering looks, his head was held high and his future criminal career didn't seem so far away anymore.
Title: Shoplifting
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1199
Notes: shimshake gave me the fandom choice of Inception shimshake gave me the prompt shoplifting… and this is what I came up with.
It wasn't until Arthur had already made it to the front of the store that he realized that maybe this wasn't the best way to start his dream life of high-class international criminal espionage. In fact, shoplifting was by far the pettiest form of criminal activity Arthur could think of and he was quite disgusted with himself for even lowering himself this far. However, criminals had to start somewhere, right?
And frankly, it was ridiculous how Arthur could nowhere near afford the deliciousness of that suit that had called to him as soon as he had set foot inside. He had only meant to try it on. What was the harm in dreaming big in the moment even if the awesome of the future loomed so far in the distance?
So Arthur had ignored the scathing looks from the attendant as his jean-clad form went to try it on. And it had just fit so wonderfully, feeling so beautiful and expensive against his skin. What Arthur wouldn't give to wear clothes like this every day of the week. He couldn't help but admire himself in the glass, thinking he would totally bang himself if given half the chance, so why wouldn't anyone else?
And that's really what made it so troublesome when it came time to take the beautiful thing off. Arthur could admit that he liked the finer things in life. He was a bit vain and shallow in that way. He wanted to look like he was made of money, which sadly, was not the case. He wanted everyone to see how good he looked and to want him and know in the end that ultimately, they couldn't have him. And again, this wasn't the case, when he could barely afford to pay his way through college. Surprisingly, scholarships and acceptance letters had not come falling upon his head like he thought they would when he graduated at the top of his class. This was when he realized that life sucked, and really, only a life of crime would get you where you wanted to go.
Well, there had been more to it than that, but suffice it to say that when Arthur had walked out of that changing room, he had for all intents and purposes decided it was time to start his criminal career. This all came to a crashing hold when he was stopped by a large hand around his bicep, and Arthur's heart thudded heavily in his chest as he turned to meet the eyes of the person who would destroy all his dreams in one instant.
"Really, darling," an accented voice whispered softly in his ear, sending thrills up his spine. "You've got to be more convincing than that if you ever want to make it out of this place alive."
"Wha--?" Arthur began, but was abruptly carted off back to the dressing rooms, his mysterious kidnapper sending a cheerful wave at the suspicious attendant.
"Just needed him to try on a few more things," he replied cheerily, and promptly shoved Arthur into the dressing space at the back.
"Just what do you think--" Arthur tried again, but the man interrupted him with a firm "Quiet."
It was only then that Arthur got a good look at his assailant. And he was ridiculously gorgeous. Broad-shouldered with plenty of muscle, blonde hair and full lips. He was a walking wet dream. And he was currently smirking at Arthur in the most annoying way possible. Arthur's heart fluttered for maybe one of two seconds before he decided that kidnapping was really not an attractive quality in a person. Well, maybe. After all, if he were going to be an international criminal, it'd probably be a quality he'd want, which was completely beside the point at this moment in time.
Arthur scowled at the stranger and crossed his arms defensively in front of himself, not liking how he was essentially backed into a corner.
"Now, don't be like that, love," his kidnapper said, stepping forward in a way that wasn't appealing at all. "I was just helping out. You were the one about to get caught."
"I was fine," Arthur retorted, feeling flustered and small in comparison to this other man, dressed to the nines with slicked back hair and polished shoes. Even his teeth were shining. Arthur resisted the urge to bat his own bangs off of his forehead, the fall of hair making him feel childish. He would not be intimidated by this man.
"Sure you were, darling, sure you were," the man replied. "But why don't I just help you out a bit anyway, thank you for the show, and then you can go on your merry way?"
"What?!" Arthur exclaimed, flushing, but the man was already stripping him of his cheap button-down and it really wouldn't do to call attention to the situation going on in here, not that Arthur appreciated being mishandled. He slapped the hands away, only to have them come back, more efficiently than before.
When he was down to his boxers, the man took a moment to drag his eyes down Arthur's body appreciatively, and Arthur couldn't help but turn red, not seeing the appeal of his own skinny body in comparison to this man's, but liking the attention all the same.
"Very beautiful, darling," the man said and proceeded to button Arthur up in the expensive shirt, dressing him carefully.
Arthur stayed quiet at the man worked, feeling the warmth high on his cheeks as he bent to check something on the fit of the trousers, and Arthur was hit by the scent of the man's cologne, feeling himself grow drunk on it.
"Done?" Arthur quipped, feeling proud of himself when his voice held steady.
"Almost," his kidnapper replied, running his hands smoothly across the jacket on Arthur's shoulders to the tie, before grasping it roughly and hauling Arthur to him in a rough kiss.
It was a whirlwind of tongue and heat and pressure, and Arthur barely had time to enjoy it before the man pulled back, pulling a comb out of somewhere and somehow managing to work Arthur's hair back and out of his face.
"Done," he finally pronounced, spinning Arthur around to check his reflection in the mirror.
It was unbelievable, the change, and the man grinned at Arthur in the mirror, smoothing his hand down Arthur's tie in a way that left Arthur shivering.
"Now, you look like you were born to demand respect," he grinned, and Arthur found he couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away from that reflection.
"Wait a few minutes, love. I'll distract the attendant," and before Arthur had time to say anything in response, the man was gone, Arthur's original clothes with him.
Something that might have been disappointment settled somewhere in Arthur's stomach, but that couldn't have been right because besides some inadvertent molestation and one filthy kiss, the man had practically kidnapped and deserted him.
However, when Arthur finally left the store, without a single suspicious glance in his direction, but quite a few lingering looks, his head was held high and his future criminal career didn't seem so far away anymore.