[fic]: We Built Our Own World Of Paradoxes (2/?)
Title: We Built Our Own World Of Paradoxes
Author:dancetothespeed
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1,037
Summary: When Cobb comes back, Arthur starts working on the new job with him. Though now he have to deal with Cobb - who's exactly like those wives who goes back to their abuse men - and a projection of Mal. And, not enough with the stress he's already feeling, Eames is acting very suspiciously.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I'm not the owner of Inception. Goddamnit, Christopher Nolan, just marry me already.
Notes: ..and the story goes on. Part 1 here.
"Cobb! Cobb? Dom, are you in here?"
The warehouse was dark since it was past midnight, and even though Arthur had skipped his usual, more formal, jacket and put on a warm coat, it was still cold and he could see steam appear from his mouth as he called for Cobb.
He went deeper into the warehouse, shivering, not because of the cold but because of the feeling. It was creeping into his feet, raising all the hair on his legs, making his stomach turn.
"Hello?" he called out again, but when he came into the deepest room, he saw why Cobb wasn't answering. He was sleeping. With an IV wired to his wrist. "Shit," Arthur said to himself as he hurried towards the silver case standing on the table beside the unconscious man, "not again." Cobb had told him about his earlier dreaming about Mal and the confrontation with her in limbo, but Arthur suspected it was on Ariadne's orders.
He hastily lay down beside Cobb and closed his eyes, his wrist connected to the PASIV Device.
Arthur was standing in the middle of a street. People were rushing by, and car horns were heard close to him. Several cars had stopped, because Arthur was blocking the way. He hurried left to the pavement where he met Mal. Well, a projection of Mal. Arthur sighed. Cobb had promised he'd stop torturing himself by dreaming of her. Mal didn't seem to notice him though, as he walked along the street.
He found Cobb near the beach, sitting in a deck chair with a drink in his hand. It was nearly sunset and the sky was a mix between bright orange, smooth yellow and light blue. Before Arthur could sit down in the chair beside the extractor, Mal took his place, dressed in a white sundress and sandals. She smiled at Cobb and leaned close to him, whispering something in his ear that Arthur couldn't quite catch. Cobb laughed and took her hand in his, pressing it tightly. They turned to watch the reflecting light from the sun falling gracefully on the water. Even though Cobb's smile was real, the smile in his eyes wasn't. Arthur had known him for years, and he knew exactly what that pain in those brown eyes of his was.
He stumbled forwards and blocked Cobb's view of the sea. Cobb smile faded a little as he looked back up at Arthur. "Arthur! What a pleasant surprise!"
Arthur saw how he took a harder grip of Mal's hand. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at, Cobb? Huh? You put our lives in danger because of this, and you fucking promised you'd stop!" Arthur was practically screaming through gritted teeth. Mal's expression had hardened, and before Cobb even could react, she reached for a gun. Arthur was ready though, and quickly snatched the gun out of her hand. He wasn't with the most skilled dream-sharing team for nothing.
He pointed the gun at Cobb's forehead and pulled the trigger, not caring for the blood that was splattered on his face before pushing it to his own temple.
When he woke up, Cobb was already on his way out of the room, and Arthur hurried forwards and gripped his wrist, hard. Cobb turned around, facing him with cold eyes.
"I have to do this, Arthur. I won't function without dreaming. You have to understand."
"But I am understanding! You can't just disappear into dreams every night, and you know that. Mal isn't real. She's dead, and she always will be."
Cobb sighed. "I know."
"Then why keep torturing yourself like this?"
Arthur released his death-grip on Cobb's wrist and Cobb immediately took a steady grip of Arthur's upper arms and stared into his eyes.
"She's real to me."
"What about your kids? Your team? Me? Are you just going to leave us to live with your own subconscious?" Arthur noticed how Cobb bit his bottom lip when let go of Arthur's arms.
"What if I stop and I can't dream any more? If I can't extract or incept ideas and thoughts? What will I be then? Will I just go home?" Cobb said dangerously, even though Arthur already was halfway out of the room. He looked at Cobb.
"Then you'll be the father you always dreamt of being."
****
Arthur was sleeping a dreamless sleep when Eames woke him up.
"You're no fun."
Arthur opened his eyes to see a blurry silhouette looking bored. "Well, excuse me for sleeping. You know, people usually aren't awake then," Arthur said, and rolled his eyes. He was in the warehouse, that he thought would be empty, but judging from Eames' presence, it wasn't.
Eames grinned and sat down next to him. "Oh really? I didn't know that." Eames moved a little closer. Too close. Arthur suddenly remembered their earlier conversation and widened his eyes.
"How are your preparations going?" he tried to lead a conversation and ignored the blush creeping up his neck.
"I'm doing fine," Eames replied, "The question is…are you?" Eames wiggled his eyebrows seductively and Arthur stirred. What was the world going to? Eames smirked at him, and he tried to get away, but Eames took a hold of his wrist and dragged him close. Arthur could feel Eames' warm breath on his face and gulped.
"You like me. Admit it."
Arthur didn't know what was most disturbing; that Eames had too much confidence for one man, or that Arthur actually liked the smell of cigarettes mixed with cologne. Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, right. As much as Cobb has an obsession with elephants or Ariadne likes girls."
Then suddenly, Eames' delicious lips - oh my fucking god, did he just think that? He might as well go kill himself - were on his and he got a close-up at that cigarette-taste. He was so close to kissing back, but finally he realized who he was kissing, and pushed Eames away. He abruptly stood up and stared at the older man.
"What the hell, Eames? Why the fuck did you do that?" Arthur asked rudely while wiping his mouth several times with his sleeve. Eames smirked.
"Ariadne is bisexual."
Arthur sighed heavily.
Author:dancetothespeed
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1,037
Summary: When Cobb comes back, Arthur starts working on the new job with him. Though now he have to deal with Cobb - who's exactly like those wives who goes back to their abuse men - and a projection of Mal. And, not enough with the stress he's already feeling, Eames is acting very suspiciously.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I'm not the owner of Inception. Goddamnit, Christopher Nolan, just marry me already.
Notes: ..and the story goes on. Part 1 here.
"Cobb! Cobb? Dom, are you in here?"
The warehouse was dark since it was past midnight, and even though Arthur had skipped his usual, more formal, jacket and put on a warm coat, it was still cold and he could see steam appear from his mouth as he called for Cobb.
He went deeper into the warehouse, shivering, not because of the cold but because of the feeling. It was creeping into his feet, raising all the hair on his legs, making his stomach turn.
"Hello?" he called out again, but when he came into the deepest room, he saw why Cobb wasn't answering. He was sleeping. With an IV wired to his wrist. "Shit," Arthur said to himself as he hurried towards the silver case standing on the table beside the unconscious man, "not again." Cobb had told him about his earlier dreaming about Mal and the confrontation with her in limbo, but Arthur suspected it was on Ariadne's orders.
He hastily lay down beside Cobb and closed his eyes, his wrist connected to the PASIV Device.
Arthur was standing in the middle of a street. People were rushing by, and car horns were heard close to him. Several cars had stopped, because Arthur was blocking the way. He hurried left to the pavement where he met Mal. Well, a projection of Mal. Arthur sighed. Cobb had promised he'd stop torturing himself by dreaming of her. Mal didn't seem to notice him though, as he walked along the street.
He found Cobb near the beach, sitting in a deck chair with a drink in his hand. It was nearly sunset and the sky was a mix between bright orange, smooth yellow and light blue. Before Arthur could sit down in the chair beside the extractor, Mal took his place, dressed in a white sundress and sandals. She smiled at Cobb and leaned close to him, whispering something in his ear that Arthur couldn't quite catch. Cobb laughed and took her hand in his, pressing it tightly. They turned to watch the reflecting light from the sun falling gracefully on the water. Even though Cobb's smile was real, the smile in his eyes wasn't. Arthur had known him for years, and he knew exactly what that pain in those brown eyes of his was.
He stumbled forwards and blocked Cobb's view of the sea. Cobb smile faded a little as he looked back up at Arthur. "Arthur! What a pleasant surprise!"
Arthur saw how he took a harder grip of Mal's hand. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at, Cobb? Huh? You put our lives in danger because of this, and you fucking promised you'd stop!" Arthur was practically screaming through gritted teeth. Mal's expression had hardened, and before Cobb even could react, she reached for a gun. Arthur was ready though, and quickly snatched the gun out of her hand. He wasn't with the most skilled dream-sharing team for nothing.
He pointed the gun at Cobb's forehead and pulled the trigger, not caring for the blood that was splattered on his face before pushing it to his own temple.
When he woke up, Cobb was already on his way out of the room, and Arthur hurried forwards and gripped his wrist, hard. Cobb turned around, facing him with cold eyes.
"I have to do this, Arthur. I won't function without dreaming. You have to understand."
"But I am understanding! You can't just disappear into dreams every night, and you know that. Mal isn't real. She's dead, and she always will be."
Cobb sighed. "I know."
"Then why keep torturing yourself like this?"
Arthur released his death-grip on Cobb's wrist and Cobb immediately took a steady grip of Arthur's upper arms and stared into his eyes.
"She's real to me."
"What about your kids? Your team? Me? Are you just going to leave us to live with your own subconscious?" Arthur noticed how Cobb bit his bottom lip when let go of Arthur's arms.
"What if I stop and I can't dream any more? If I can't extract or incept ideas and thoughts? What will I be then? Will I just go home?" Cobb said dangerously, even though Arthur already was halfway out of the room. He looked at Cobb.
"Then you'll be the father you always dreamt of being."
****
Arthur was sleeping a dreamless sleep when Eames woke him up.
"You're no fun."
Arthur opened his eyes to see a blurry silhouette looking bored. "Well, excuse me for sleeping. You know, people usually aren't awake then," Arthur said, and rolled his eyes. He was in the warehouse, that he thought would be empty, but judging from Eames' presence, it wasn't.
Eames grinned and sat down next to him. "Oh really? I didn't know that." Eames moved a little closer. Too close. Arthur suddenly remembered their earlier conversation and widened his eyes.
"How are your preparations going?" he tried to lead a conversation and ignored the blush creeping up his neck.
"I'm doing fine," Eames replied, "The question is…are you?" Eames wiggled his eyebrows seductively and Arthur stirred. What was the world going to? Eames smirked at him, and he tried to get away, but Eames took a hold of his wrist and dragged him close. Arthur could feel Eames' warm breath on his face and gulped.
"You like me. Admit it."
Arthur didn't know what was most disturbing; that Eames had too much confidence for one man, or that Arthur actually liked the smell of cigarettes mixed with cologne. Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, right. As much as Cobb has an obsession with elephants or Ariadne likes girls."
Then suddenly, Eames' delicious lips - oh my fucking god, did he just think that? He might as well go kill himself - were on his and he got a close-up at that cigarette-taste. He was so close to kissing back, but finally he realized who he was kissing, and pushed Eames away. He abruptly stood up and stared at the older man.
"What the hell, Eames? Why the fuck did you do that?" Arthur asked rudely while wiping his mouth several times with his sleeve. Eames smirked.
"Ariadne is bisexual."
Arthur sighed heavily.