Advent Calendar
ORAL ABILITIES
AN INCEPTION FANFICTION
PAIRING: Eames x Arthur
AUTHOR: Djap
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the boys and I won't make any money with them. Promise.
RATING: NC17 - for language AND smex - so best way of NC17, right? ;)
GENRE: Humor, Established Relationship, PWPish, One-Shot
SERIES: Epiphany, Advent Calendar 2010
LANGUAGE: English
BETA: Neenabluegirl, who had more work with this than one poor beta reader should have had. I'm sorry *drop* will be reposted when it's beta-read for the second time
A/N: I blame it all on Tom Hardy's lips. They made me do it! :D
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Oral Ability
a Djap story
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Arthur was currently sitting in his office and stared at a blank page of his notebook. He had sat down an hour ago to write a list about how he had ended up in this situation. He should call his mother and tell her the (good?) news, he probably should first talk to the other team members, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything of that yet.
So, back to the list. Arthur was a list-person by heart, mind you. As point man and zodiac twin: ascendant virgin, he often depended on lists. It was the easiest way to keep track of all important information about their marks which counted double if one took in regard how much had changed in the business since Inception. It had become even harder to keep the grip on reality and latch on to sanity.
So lists were good, list kept him grounded, just like his red die did, but actually, Arthur had never written a list like this one before, so he had no idea how to start it. Flashes of the past night kept disturbing him, which was ridiculous, because it was what had gotten him into this mess in the first place.
Finally Arthur wrote one word down, that kept swimming in front of his eyes as he scowled down on it. It read 'Eames' and Arthur stood to pace the room in annoyance. That thieve had certainly stolen the point man's heart, but Arthur had no idea how by the God's of Thievery this could have happened. Arthur had been so careful around the cocky forger, always ignoring his flirtations toward him and his obvious efforts to lure him into his bed.
Fine, the man was handsome. No need to deny that fact. Arthur remembered vividly the really embarrassing hardon he'd gotten when he'd seen the forger's well muscled upper body with those completely unexpected traces of black ink for the very first time. Thankfully no one had noticed his predicament back then, although Eames flirtations had even grown worse afterwards. Perhaps he'd caught the point man staring and drooling after all.
Then there was Eames accuracy with a weapon combined with a grace in thievery that could leave you like nothing but awed at his skills. On top of it Eames owned the bluest-grey-green eyes Arthur had ever seen and alone the fact that Arthur, point man extraordinaire and known to be the tidiest person ever to wander this earth, couldn't pinpoint the exact color annoyed him to no ends.
Arthur sat heavily down on his chair and finally scribbled a second word on the still mostly blank page, at least getting to the real problem. Because all those facts Arthur could have ignored. He was used to deny his body what it wanted, so why should denying himself Eames prove any problem?
'Mouth' the word on the page read and Arthur sighed, sinking back against his chair in defeat. Eames' mouth was the problem, the one fact about Eames Arthur couldn't ignore or resist. It was the backbone of the whole trouble-package Arthur currently found himself in, being the cause of every step Arthur's heart had taken in the direction of Eames. Eames mouth was a weapon to which Arthur knew no defense.
Suddenly it was easy to write the list and Arthur scribbled away in hurry
'Most luscious lips ever exist on earth'
One day, back in time, when they weren't a couple yet, Arthur watched the forger sleep. Eames wish for dreaming had grown desperate once again, although Yusuf had no time to watch over him. Arthur's stomach did a nervous summersault at Eames' timidly asked question, whether Arthur could possibly supply his services. Arthur instantly chided his body for that silly reaction afterwards.
Watching Eames' body while dreaming during a job was one thing, but that the man seemed to be willing to put enough trust in Arthur to actually let him do it in their private time, was something entirely else. They were thieves and Eames had no guarantee Arthur wouldn't pry into his dreams. To Arthur's surprise Eames never even mentioned it. It looked as if the forger took Arthur's loyalty for granted, which was a stupendously stupid thing to do.
Still, Arthur didn't pry into Eames dreams, although he was severely tempted. Watching Eames' sleep was entertaining enough for Arthur's tastes and finally broke his resolve. Hair neatly groomed, stubble highly illuminated by the artificial lamp on the bedside and in the center of Arthur's attention those skillfully painted lips of a mouth that was currently snoring and even drooling a little. Irresistibly cute, although Arthur would never admit being the owner of that particular thought.
The point man's eyes focused on the slight dimples, nestled at the corners of his mouth, born by years of teasing and still there even in his dreams. It needed stronger men than Arthur to resist an invitation like that, so that evening, when Eames made a suggestion, Arthur accepted it, relishing in the surprised look on Eames face.
Then those lips bloomed into a full, happy smile and Arthur was a goner.
'Evil British Accent'
At first Arthur believed he'd give in once, get it out of his system, and finally be done with it. He couldn't have known how wrong that assessment of the situation at hand was but he realized it soon after that first night. His body might accept being denied of most things, but it wasn't going to have any of that now that it had finally had the first taste of Eames.
So once became twice and after that it became a quite regular and exclusive thing. Of course Arthur was suspicious about Eames' promises in the beginning, but he wasn't point man for nothing. He couldn't resist investigating and what he found made him wonder whether Eames was just the best conman he'd ever met or if he'd just been blind before.
Eames' was very serious, and he wanted Arthur for good. Two weeks into their newfound relationship he already started talking about telling it their friends about it.
Of course Arthur refused to fulfill that wish because it would be a very dangerous thing to do, as possible foes could easily use a constant partner against them for blackmailing or even worse, revenge. Arthur trusted nobody, not even himself, so he also refused to talk to the rest of the team, even to Dom, who was the only one Arthur considered anything resembling a friend.
So Eames tricked him into getting what he wanted - again. Back then he already must have realized how much Arthur was turned on by his accent. For Arthur it wasn't the voice that got him going, as it was neither dark nor silky, but it being heavily laced with that wonderful British accent. Naturally it was even worse in bed, when that sexy voice whispered obscenities into Arthur's ear.
In everyday life Eames seldom spoke. When he wasn't asked a direct question, wasn't terribly pissed off or saw an opportunity to tease the people around him, he kept his mouth shut. That wasn't surprising as living a life as a conman certainly called for secrecy, because the more a person talked, the more he or she told other people about their weaknesses, whether they wanted to or not.
So Arthur had been positively surprised as he learned how talkative Eames was in between the sheets doing the naughty. It was worst at the brink of orgasm, when a constant flow of curses, seductive promises and heartfelt confessions could be ripped from the forger's mouth.
Whenever Eames started talking in bed with that sexy accent Arthur had many problems staying focused; there were so many nuances of what Eames could actually do and all of them were sexy in their own way. It didn't matter whether Eames spoke loud and clear or whispered, whether Eames used his voice to beg Arthur to fuck him harder, deeper, faster or if he commanded him to bend over for him: it always caused the same reaction in the point man namely that Arthur's brain shut off and his blood rushed southwards in the quickest way possible. Every sigh, every groan or moan, every grunt served to fuel Arthur's passion further.
So one day Eames seduced him once right in the office to get what he wanted. His evil plan consisted of a mix between double intended sentences and eating food so obscenely it needed to get censored. Arthur never stood a chance and both men knew that. Arthur was angry and pretty much annoyed when he pulled his lover into the next available room (which happened to be his closet and how ironic was that) to fuck him senseless for his audacity. Sadly, that wasn't what happened at all, because evil Eames had different plans.
He pushed Arthur against the inside wall of the closet, pushed a thigh between Arthur's leg for some friction and for the first time talked him into orgasm. He had pinned Arthur so efficiently there was nothing left for the point man but to moan and gasp and scream (in the good way of course) because Arthur might be a master of martial arts in the open field but in such a confined space he actually couldn't hold up against Eames well trained, muscled and so much heavier body aside from committing homicide.
The least one wasn't an option of course, although Arthur did consider it when he finally left the closet again with his lover just to encounter the whole team waiting for him in his office, huge grins plastered across their faces and congratulating him for finally getting it on with Eames. Arthur had probably never felt that embarrassed in his whole life, but he had the slight suspicion, that it still could get worse when he considered that he was actually dating Eames of all people.
'Fixation on oral abilities'
Eames just loved to kiss, which at first had been a surprise for Arthur, but very welcome too, because Arthur loved kissing too. Eames mouth tasted like heaven anyway, with this heady mix of cigarette smoke, musk, strawberry and chocolate and Arthur was sure he was imaging all those explosions on his taste buds, but, what the hell? Who cared if it made Arthur feel like this?
Just, there was one problem though. Eames had this special kink that Arthur had lots of trouble to understand. Whenever they wanted to go on a mission, Eames would take Arthur away two hours before it and kiss him senseless. Yeah kiss. Not fuck and definitely not bring him off. He timed it so well that at first Arthur never had a chance to do anything against it until it was too late anyway.
When he finally confronted the forger about it and didn't accept a cocky grin and a fabulous blowjob as answer anymore, he finally got the man to talk.
"There's a myth about ancient soldiers. Right before they went into a fight, they would each pick another man. They'd turn each other on, but wouldn't satisfy each other, because that way, they were so horny and desperate to get back to their lover to finally finish what they had started, that they were always victorious."
"You just made that up, didn't you?" Arthur finally asked, brow lifted up to the hairline.
Eames shook his head. "No. But there's another reason. I don't want to do it just for luck's sake. I want you to always come back to me."
Both lapsed into silence after that.
Arthur wasn't sure what exactly was happening right then, but he realized it was very important for their relationship.
"It makes me all jittery to go into a job without satisfaction. It makes my hand shiver and I don't want to accidently shoot you in a dream and especially not in real life."
Eames cocked his head, gauging this new information.
"Okay, but how do I make sure you'll come back for more?"
"Make it so good I'd never want anybody else." Arthur said stupidly, which actually was a mean thing to say because Eames was already the best lover he'd ever had and was also very proud about his abilities. Still, he got the reaction he wanted and much more. He should have known better than to challenge someone like Eames, shouldn't he?
Right the first time after that conversation Eames wicked and terribly talented tongue did so many, untellable and mysterious things to his cock, that Arthur only remembers having blacked out afterwards. Arthur had screamed himself hoarse, sweating profusely into his expensive suit, never even having lost it before the blowjob straight from heaven (or was it hell?) had crushed upon him. When he came back to himself afterwards Eames was wearing his patented smug grin again and he had just enough time to get showered and changed for the job, which means Eames must have drawn out that particular blowjob over an hour, which would explain why Arthur felt so overly sensitive in his neither regions.
After the job, when Arthur could finally pay Eames back for this mind-blowing experience after having been thinking about it the whole job, he realized something else and for the first time he was very glad about Eames oral fixation, because it had brought this on: Arthur was falling in love, heavily, and all of that thanks to the forger's most talented tongue.
Of course Eames liked to fuck too. Of course the forger liked his dick getting sucked as much as the next guy. So they did that. All of it. A lot. Doing it everywhere, whenever possible and with every possible help they could find. But it happened that the times, when Eames could drive Arthur insane with his tongue, were for both of them the most satisfying experiences. It gave them this bone melting satisfaction that left them happy and sated for a whole week and left them glowing with happiness for months. Everybody noticed, there was no possible way for their team mates not to notice.
So especially the last point on Arthur's list was to blame for his current condition. This sinful and wicked tongue usually left him as a puddle on the floor which only Eames apt fingers could bring back to life. It left him as an incoherent mess, that should feel ridiculous, but somehow didn't. It was all the fault of that deviously wicked tongue that when it wormed its way into his secret entrance for the first time, after cleaning Arthur's spilt juices, after lapping at him and drinking him, made Arthur scream 'Yes' to everything Eames asked of him.
Even as Eames asked for Arthur's hand in marriage.
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Endless End
Finished 07th December 2010
