Advent Calendar
MOONLIGHT DESIRES
AN INCEPTION FANFICTION
PAIRING: Arthur x Eames
AUTHOR: Djap
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the boys and neither does the poetry. First belongs to Nolan, the second to Shelley. I won't make money with any of it. Promise.
RATING: NC17
GENRE: First Time, One-Shot
SERIES: Epiphany, Advent Calendar
LANGUAGE: English
SUMMARY: a classic in this fandom, really. Eames wants to get in Arthur's pants and tries it with a shared dream. He's in for a surprise.
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Moonlight Desires
a Djap story
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The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle-
Why not I with thine?
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Eames was nervous when he pushed the PASIV needle into his vein. He'd worked very hard for this single moment and he still had the feeling he would screw this up terribly. But he was desperate and this was the only solution he could think of.
Arthur was such a secretive creature and he was unbelievably good as point man. So far, Eames had only seen Arthur kill people in the dreamscape, but he must be even more of a beauty doing it in reality. Eames knew that Arthur had spent many years working for the military despite his youthful and sometimes harmless looks. He was older than most people thought. Right from the start, Eames had felt something grow inside him for the lean American, and it sacred the living daylights out of him.
Eames had been with plenty attractive people before, and still bedded a sexy stranger once or twice a week, but Arthur was different and his pleasing appearance only added to his already alluring mix. Besides, Eames couldn't read Arthur and it was driving him insane. He was used to people being open books to him without them even noticing it. But Arthur was aware of that and deliberately stayed unpredictable whenever he was around the Brit. It made him interesting, more so than any other person Eames has met so far. This fact, in combination with Arthur's looks and his deadly efficiency, had Eames fall head over heels so quickly it made his head spin.
Of course he had tried to seduce Arthur. Of course, occasionally he found a button to push and annoy him. But he never really won an open fight against him and he certainly never conquered him in the more sweaty ways of life. Eames blood was boiling for Arthur and he was obsessed with the thought of finally finding out what made Arthur tick.
He has been working on this for months, since they started to work together on a regular basis after Inception. Cobb was keeping them together, picking more and more legal work, which suited them all just fine. They had enough money after Saito had paid them. They only kept working in the business because once you travelled this high, you just couldn't leave it. It also gave all of them the opportunity to use the PASIV legally to dream once in a while because they all lost the ability after Inception.
And Arthur was doing that right now and Eames was about to use that for his advantage. He really should know better, but he just saw no other way. Arthur wouldn't let him in and Eames wasn't about to give up the only real love interest he had ever developed. He wanted Arthur, badly, and if he needed to cheat to get what he wanted, then he'd do it. He was a conman after all.
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Eames found himself sitting on a sandy beach when he opened his eyes. He had expected as much from the few glimpses into the dream he had taken before. The tide was low and stars were already twinkling brightly above his head although some people would still consider it being dusk. The summer night air had cooled down considerably from the hot temperatures of day. It had turned to a now pleasurable temperature.
Eames looked down and found himself wearing clothes from the seventies jeans and a ridiculous tie-dyed shirt. His feet were bare and buried inside the sand. Eames touched his face and felt cleanly shaven, glasses firmly in their place. He touched his hair that felt unusually short and was brought in form with hair gel.
Eames knew exactly how he looked right now. It was surprising though, that it should be this easy. He would have liked to take a closer look around now that he was wearing the proper disguise, but he already spotted Arthur coming for him. Arthur was wandering on the edge of the shoreline with bare feet and his dress shoes in his hand. He was wearing his prom suit, feet splashing salt water with each step he took.
This was the night of Arthur's high school graduation party and probably a cherished memory of his first boyfriend. When Eames looked into this more, the forger had found out that this was probably Arthur's first time, or at least a special moment in his relationship. Eames had seen Arthur in action like this before. The first few times Eames had violated Arthur's privacy he'd found him rolling on the beach with the other boy, probably screwing each other's brains out.
Eames had made himself look at first, but it just hurt too much. That Arthur would prefer to sleep with a lover that was long gone, instead of giving in to Eames' seduction may be understandable, but still hurt the Brit deeply. He never stayed until the end, always fearing that Arthur's very well trained and always alert subconscious would spot him and tear him to pieces. Eames should be grateful that he spied into this kind of dream, because it bore much less projections for the sake of privacy, so had less possibilities to get caught spying.
Eames' hands were sweaty with nervousness and anticipation, as Arthur finally reached him. He was wearing a look on his face, that Eames had even more trouble reading than usually. Arthur stopped shortly before him and cocked his head, causing Eames to panic a little inside, then he asked.
"This is a very beautiful night, isn't it?"
Eames wasn't prepared for talk. He'd stupidly assumed Arthur would go for what he came for and it hadn't looked like having a pleasant conversation beforehand would be on top of that list. Eames actually couldn't talk, because he had no idea how the voice of the man, whom he was forging, should sound, because he'd died many years ago and there were no voice recordings of any kind on which the Brit could have gotten his hands.
So instead of saying anything he flashed what he hoped was a reassuring smiled and reached out for the standing man with his right hand. Arthur lifted a surprised eyebrow but let himself be pulled down on the sand. Another surprised moan escaped the point man's lips, as he was pulled in a heated kiss, which he didn't return. Eames had never seen who started the sex in these dreams, but judging by Arthur's reaction it usually wasn't the man Eames was forging right now.
Eames hoped that Arthur would just attribute it to the wishful thinking of his own subconscious and thankfully, just as he was about to break the connection, Arthur started kissing back. The intensity with which he did surprised Eames though. Arthur was a messy kisser and dominated the kiss from the very first moment. Eames let him easily, feeling incredibly turned on by the turn of events and unexpected discovery.
Arthur's tongue was slick against Eames' chin, sliding obscenely, biting, nipping, possessing his mouth in ways Eames hadn't thought possible. The forger's greatest problem was to stay quiet and to keep his disguise up, because he couldn't even moan or groan. He was a talker in bed, always had been and certainly always will, so this was agony. Even the moans would probably sound wrong, so he kept biting the inside of his cheek and his lips whenever they weren't kissing.
Arthur had successes in being all over him in about three seconds flat. Currently they were lying in the sand, Eames on his back and Arthur towering over him, hands already under the shirt, thigh pushed between Eames' slightly opened legs. Arthur's awakened erection was pushing against his hip and Eames was rubbing his own hard dick against Arthur's thigh. Arthur's hands were roaming frantically over Eames forged body when Arthur lifted his head from Eames' neck to initiate a second round of toe-curling kisses.
Eames wasn't in his right mind due to the lust wiping away his rational thought, but he soon realized that Arthur was playing with him. His movements were passionate and dominating, yes, but also very teasing, and for a moment, he forgot that he was supposed to do what Arthur obviously wanted him to. Gods of thievery, he was the greatest tease around and he wasn't about to give that place up to Arthur. Not even in the point man's own mind. He braced himself, adjusted his weight oh so slightly and yes, with a sharp push and roll of his hips he'd reversed their positions.
Arthur was now lying under him, look of utter surprise plastered all over his flushed face and the kiss-swollen lips. He was panting heavily and blinking up to him, and Eames realized that this might have been a fatal mistake. He dove in for mitigation and groped Arthur through his pants, eliciting a sharp moan and caused the point man's eyes to flutter shut.
Eames didn't want to give Arthur too much time to process any of this, so he hurried to glide down over Arthur's body and open the pants as quickly as he could. Just as he was about to lean in and swallow that very mouth-watering head to blow not only Arthur's cock but also his mind, he felt the cool touch of the barrel of Arthur's favorite gun against his head.
"It's very impolite to spy on your coworker, especially when you're both working in the dream business." Arthur didn't even sound breathless anymore and suddenly Eames realized that all of his reactions must have been a show for his benefit.
Darn. Was Arthur even the better forger?
"What do you want from me, Mr. Eames? Who pays you for my secrets?" Arthur continued and Eames let drop the disguise, because really, why keep it up?
"How did you know it was me?" Eames said slowly, answering the question with one of his own. He sat up and moved to the side, sitting down into the sand beside Arthur. The point man wouldn't kill him here, because he'd gain nothing from that, but he certainly could inflict some major pain.
Besides, Arthur owned a gun in real life too.
Arthur snorted. "How dumb do you think I am exactly?" the point man retorted and rolled his eyes, lying the gun beside him on the beach, securely out of Eames reach.
"I think you are the cleverest point man I've ever worked with. But you can still be pretty dumb in other things." That wasn't only the truth, but even in danger for his life, Eames couldn't resist teasing Arthur.
"And that would be in which things?" Arthur asked clearly having decided to humor him for the time being.
"That would be in matters of the heart, darling..." Arthur snorted, but Eames continued, not deterred by that "and in the fact that you thought me arrogant enough to believe I could steal any of your secrets."
"You certainly are arrogant enough to try." Arthur said then added "You were also the first one to try Inception."
"Yes. And I failed miserably. Give me some credit here."
"I won't, because I don't trust you." Arthur said sounding serious.
That was the whole problem, wasn't it?
Eames sighed. "Yes, I know. You actually don't even trust Cobb, right? Perhaps nobody… and certainly not yourself."
And honestly, how sad was that?
"If I weren't so cautious, if I weren't on guard all the time, I would have been killed years ago." Arthur defended himself.
"True." Eames admitted and added "but also pathetic. How much is your life worth if you never live it?"
"I know how to enjoy myself." Arthur said and the tone surprised him. Arthur didn't sound apologetic or defending or miffed. He sounded resigned and honest. And for once Eames had the impression he had finally figured the other man out.
"I can imagine. That's why I kept hoping you'd give in to me one day."
"I didn't think you were serious."
"Liar." Eames said sounding very sure of himself and Arthur sent him a small, seemingly real smile. "I am serious, darling. Very much so." Eames finally confessed, wondering what Arthur would make out of that.
"You don't want me. You just want to solve the puzzle that is me."
"Also true, but I'm pretty sure that you will be a puzzle I need a very long to time to solve."
"Perhaps you're overestimating me, Mr. Eames. Perhaps I'm a very boring person, who hides behind a mask of rules and responsibility."
"Maybe." Eames admitted "But I'll never know if I don't give it a chance. Perhaps that boring persona inside of you is exactly what I want or rather, what I need. What if I need someone to keep me steady? Besides, I have been a gambler for most of my life so I've been known to take risks." Eames winked and tried to sound nonchalant, but he wasn't sure he succeeded. He was so nervous his hands were sweating profusely and he had difficulties even thinking straight.
Was Arthur playing with him? Or was this a real conversation? Perhaps the first real conversation they'd ever had?
"Yeah, you are a gambler, which is exactly my point. Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you as soon as we wake up for trying to steal my secrets? You certainly would be arrogant enough to take on a job about me."
"Arrogant enough? Certainly. Dumb enough? Probably. But to a few select people I'm also loyal and your oh so proper researches should have made that clear to you too."
That rebuke made Arthur frown and hesitate so Eames could add, "How did you know it was me? I am the best forger around. And I did my homework too."
Arthur seemed to have an inner debate going whether he should give Eames that much information or not. Then Arthur's body language suddenly changed from attentive to pliant and for a moment Eames thought it was another ruse, because Arthur certainly wouldn't give in to him that easily.
On the other hand, Arthur very seldom did what was expected of him, especially when he was aware that people thought they had figured him out. That defiance was what partly drew Eames to him after all.
"I have to give you that. Long after I started working for Cobb, I did some research on Felix too and even I couldn't find anything about how he'd really been and I am certainly the best at what I do too."
Eames nodded. Felix, which was the name of the teen he'd tried to forge, had shown no sign of being gay at all and there was not even the tiniest evidence of him dating Arthur.
"I take it, your crush on him was never returned?" Eames hazarded a guess, causing Arthur to bark a laugh without any real humor that seemed to tear his throat apart.
"You could say that."
"So you made this fantasy up to get your heart's desire?" That sounded like something a teenage girl would say, but Eames was still surprised at how readily Arthur was explaining himself. It couldn't be that easy, right? Something was off.
"In one way or another."
Another evasive answer and Eames knew he wasn't anything near the truth.
"What is it I'm not getting?"
Arthur chuckled, still not with much humor, but at least less sad than before.
"I think your arrogance is getting in your way." Arthur said cryptically and Eames mind was racing. What the hell was that supposed to mean? And then, suddenly, the epiphany hit.
"You knew I was there right from the first day I spied into your dreams, right? You probably never even touched him before in that dream of yours."
Arthur neither confirmed nor denied Eames' suspicion, but Eames knew he was finally getting on the right track.
"So what else did you make this dream for?"
"To take revenge." Arthur practically growled. "I blame him for making me who I am now."
"But why all the kissing? Just to get me on the wrong track?"
Again Arthur didn't answer and waited for Eames to figure out the right question to ask. To Eames, this suddenly seemed like a game and when he found enough ways to cheat and with enough luck, perhaps he would be getting the prize he hoped for. Still, it was difficult even for the gambler to cheat when he didn't know all rules yet.
Okay, fine. Eames gave it another thought. Arthur might have suspected he would invade his dreams at one point or another, but he couldn't have been sure when he'd do it. So he hadn't created a new dream just for Eames to find him in. But he needed a back-up plan, a chance to bring him on the right track. And what do you do when faced with the need to create a believable diversion?
Eames slapped his forehead hard, because it was obvious.
"You did the easiest thing that came to your mind. Felix and you were a couple."
Another of those harsh, barked laughs.
"He fucked me, I think that's the term you should go with. And he fucked me hard, body and mind."
The crude words sounded strange out of Arthur's mouth and Eames was a little taken aback. At least the broadcasted emotions with the words seemed very honest for once and the forger realized they were finally getting somewhere.
Eames knew better by now than to ask a direct question, which Arthur wouldn't answer anyway. It was time for another statement, but what would be the right one to finally make Arthur spill the beans?
"There was no evidence that he might have fancied guys."
"Yes, he made very sure there were none with him being the star football player."
"But just being secretive couldn't have hurt you this much." Eames said aloud then decided on a whim "I'm pretty sure no one knew about you going for guys either."
Arthur shrugged uncomfortable. "I got caught once, when I was fifteen. School was hell after that."
Oh, so he'd gotten that wrong too. Felix obviously wasn't his first time with a guy then. The truth was right there, on the tip of his tongue, if he just could spit it out. Then, suddenly everything fell into place.
'He fucked me.' Arthur had said. Not 'We fucked'.
"He used you for his own pleasure, but never cared about you."
"We got caught too, but only in a compromising position for me. He reacted right away, beating me up with his friends. I ended up in hospital for over a week." Arthur said grimly.
"That's how you realized it was me, right? You probably never kissed."
Arthur snorted another laugh.
"No, certainly not. Kept telling me that kissing was for girls."
"So when you kissed his projection in your dream it could only know how you imagined he would kiss."
Arthur nodded "You were so preoccupied with not making any noises that you forgot about not actually having a clue how Felix would have kissed."
Now Eames really felt dumb and had to smile ruefully. If that wasn't a mistake only beginners made, he had no idea what one was actually like. The things Arthur did to him seemingly even without trying.
Still, so far so good. But what about the revenge?
"Did you tamper with the brakes on his car?"
Arthur's features hardened at the question and his posture grew all stiff and ready to jump again, but Eames knew, the question needed to get asked. Felix had died in a car accident and Eames knew how dangerous Arthur could be. He'd never actually seen him kill someone outside of the dreamscape, but the point man had served in the army after all. It wouldn't be unlikely that he was very capable of killing someone and he had proven himself to be able to wound them in reality quite easily.
Eames patiently waited for the answer, wondering if he'd get one and if it would be the truth. Suddenly all of the tension left Arthur's body again and he deflated somehow. There were emotions playing over his face, which Eames had problems naming. When Arthur finally spoke, his voice was hushed and he kept looking at the quietly rolling ocean instead of the forger.
"No. I was still at the hospital when he died. But I should have."
Arthur carefully left the rest of the sentence unfinished and Eames wondered which kind of diversion tactic this was. Arthur had said he wanted to take revenge, but revenge on whom? Felix would be too easy, because if he would have wanted to kill Felix, he probably would have said it. Arthur wasn't stupid. He knew that wouldn't drive Eames away and that Eames could kill too when properly motivated. He was good at hiding his past, but Arthur was certainly better at researching his past anyway.
"You should have been thinking about hurting him back, but you didn't." Eames said and watched Arthur's reactions closely, before he added "Because you still were in love with him."
Everything made sense after that piece of information.
Why Arthur was so secretive about everything and didn't trust anyone.
Why Arthur had chosen this dream for Eames to snoop in.
Why Arthur hadn't killed him yet.
Arthur must be very desperate to leave his self-induced solitude but couldn't make the step on his own.
"You punish yourself with this dream for being weak. You come here to kill Felix over and over, to remind you, that showing weakness will only hurt."
Eames said but Arthur didn't show any reaction to it. They sat in silence for a while, in which Arthur seemed to fight his own inner demons. It was up to him now, after revealing all this, whether he would let Eames in the last step or not.
Arthur finally spoke up and Eames had the distinct impression, that this was the final test he needed to pass, "Why are you here, Mr. Eames?"
Eames didn't take any time to think his answer through. Arthur needed brutal honesty now, so he spoke the first words that came to his mind.
"Because I wanted you so much that the prospect of having you only once even in disguise was better than never getting a chance with you at all."
"Even if I will kill you for trying to mess with my dreams?"
Eames grinned sheepishly gesturing to his still half hard dick.
"Especially then." he said and waited to see what Arthur would make out of that.
The point man lifted his hand, finally gripping the gun again and sent a bullet into his own brain.
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The wait was killing him.
Eames internal clock was all messed up after this unexpected reaction, but he had at least twenty minutes left before waking up on his own. This was still Arthur's dream and he hadn't bought anything to finish himself off quickly when he came here, because he didn't want to arouse the suspicions of Arthur's well trained subconscious.
The beach didn't provide many possibilities either, Eames was really not fond of drowning himself. He never could go through with it.
So he sat there wondering what exactly Arthur would do in the short time he had until Eames woke up. He could simply leave and stay gone forever, because Eames answers hadn't been enough. Eames could also wake up to look into the barrel of a real gone, because he had dared to mess with Arthur in any way. Or…
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Eames could wake up with most of his clothes already hastily pulled off and his cock engulfed in hot, wet heat. He groaned and his hands tried to grope for Arthur's head, which was expertly bobbing down between his parted legs. He couldn't though because they were securely tied behind his head with what must be his own shirt.
Eames had no idea exactly what Arthur's sinful mouth was doing to his neither regions, but it was glorious and he could hear angels singing in the back of his head when he came with a fiercely shouted "Arthur!" on his lips.
The forger's brain was on overload and couldn't function right, but he felt his come dribble down the length of his softening cock, as the wet heat finally disappeared. A quick sweep of hands followed and through the fog in his head Eames realized, that Arthur must have started to prepare him with his own come as lube. The probing fingers on his entrance were a little rough and impatient, but Eames liked every second of it, so he spread his legs even further to give better access.
His brain was still trying to process all this information and decipher it into actual speech, as Arthur suddenly chuckled, scissoring his fingers and expertly making Eames squirm and utter something embarrassing that lay between a moan and a whine:
"What is it? Have I finally found a way to make you shut up?"
"Ungh…" Eames said intelligently and moaned again.
"I want to fuck you on your hands and knees, so turn over."
"But…" Eames found it in himself to contradict, because he wanted to see Arthur's face while doing it.
Arthur did something incredibly dirty with his fingers and Eames cock, which had only gotten back to half hard after his recent orgasm, was back to full bloom already. The forger hadn't been this turned on in years and felt like a teenager again.
"I want to fuck you so hard" Arthur said and stroked Eames' prostate again, smirking "that tomorrow you will walk funny. I want to come so deep inside of you that you can taste my come. I want to claim you as mine, so that nobody ever again will cast a look in your direction without fearing my wrath."
At that Eames scrambled over so quickly in the chair that he nearly toppled it over in his haste. The strain on his bound hands hurt, but the ties were loose enough that they didn't cut off all blood circulation. The burn was delicious, as was the burning from the probing fingers. He didn't go so much for pain, but for this first time with Arthur - and suddenly he had no doubt that there would be many, many other times - it seemed accurate. They would have time for slow discovery later, to heal the wounds that had been hurting Arthur since he was nothing but a teen. But right now, he wanted the wild thing. He wanted possession and greed and pure lust.
Finally, Arthur got with the program and stripped as much as he needed to and without further ado forced his way more or less into Eames welcoming body. Eames hissed, but stayed relaxed. Arthur gave him about half a minute to get his breathing back under control, but then he buried himself balls deep.
If Eames had loved Arthur before, he was certainly in love now. He hated it when his partners were too cautious with him and it blew his mind that Arthur knew that and gave him what he wanted. Arthur was a very thorough researcher, so he probably knew things about Eames that he didn't even know about himself.
"Harder" and "Arthur" and "Fuck" were constantly mumbled under Eames' breath like a mantra, the sound of skin obscenely slapping against skin was all around them.
Hands gripped his hair fiercely and his head was pulled back a little, to bare his throat.
"No one else will ever touch you again beside me, you hear me?" Arthur hissed into Eames' ear and latched onto the skin of his throat to leave marks.
Again, speech eluded Eames, but at least he could nod a little in between the hard thrusts and the fist still gripping his hair.
"Say it!" Arthur demanded growling against the hikey he'd just made.
"I…p… promise." Eames finally muttered.
"Good." Arthur purred. "Brace yourself then."
Eames hurried to grip the edge of the chair and the ties before he lowered his head between his shoulders when he felt Arthur quickening the pace. His movements were erratic now, Arthur's hands gripping Eames' hips like a vice and probably leaving marks there too. There was no other surface for Eames leaking cock to obtain friction other than his own belly, but obviously it needed none either. As soon as he heard Arthur roaring his release and filling him, marking him with his seed, Eames came his brains out. Or probably what was left of his brain anyway.
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Eames must have passed out afterwards, because when he came back to himself, his hands were free again and Arthur was slowly rubbing life back into them. Eames felt boneless and happy and sated and he certainly never wanted to move again, but he lifted his head, pulling his hand free from Arthur's grip. From there he gripped Arthur's head and pulled him in for the sloppiest, dirtiest kiss he could manage and Arthur looked surprised and happy and adorable.
"Let's take this show someplace more private." Eames whispered against Arthur's lips in between the kissing. "I have a flat in London that is in terrible need of getting seen after."
Arthur looked torn and hesitant, so Eames leaned in again, to whisper in his ear.
"Let Cobb handle his business himself for a while. Please, come home with me."
And for the first time, Arthur's smile really reached his eyes as he nodded.
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See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea-
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?
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Endless End
Finished 16th November 2010
