ArMes Fanfic: Fever, Chapter One
Title: Fever
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: P-13
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Author: finnijer/ Voldemort’s Spawn
Prompt: Can be found here
Summary: Eames just wants to spread the fever... Arthur doesn't like it so much... or does he?
A/N: I'm finally putting it up offically here so not to cause confusion at the prompt link where I was posting. I hope this makes sense. Enjoy
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"Eames... stop that."
Arthur glared up at his colleague. On the opposite side of the room, Eames was tapping the end of this pen against the metal table top in an out of rhythm fashion. He'd been doing that for the past fifteen minutes and Arthur had hoped he would have stopped by now. They were the only ones at the workshop that afternoon and while he knew Eames never listened to him, desperate times always called for desperate measures.
"Whatever do you mean, darling?" Eames replied casually with continued tapping.
"That infernal racket." He hissed.
Eames did not move but did raise his eyes up to meet Arthur's glare. A ghost of a smirk tempted the corners of his mouth, however he remained stoic.
"I hear nothing Arthur dear, perhaps you've been working too long." He replied lazily.
Arthur stared at the pen whose pace picked up. The tapping was now in time with the throbbing at the base of his skull.
"Eames... if you do not cease that inconsequential tapping I'll-"
"Now pet, you know not to use such big words; I am but an 'inferior imbecile with no sense of sophistication ' as you so humbly put."
"Just stop tapping that pen!"
"This pen?" Eames couldn't help but smirk now as he held up the writing utensil.
"That pen."
"This tapping?" Eames went back to tapping, his smirk widening.
Arthur swore he felt his eye actually twitch from annoyance.
"Is there any other kind?" He hissed.
"Well, there's this tapping," Eames went to thumping his heel on the concrete floor, "There's this kind," he stopped his foot and tapped his finger, "and there's the fun kind where we take our clothes off and do naughty things to one another. That one‘s always my favorite,” he added with a wink.
Arthur only continued to glower but didn’t respond. He finally dropped his gaze and went back to his research. Eames however, broke into a grin. He’d gotten under Arthur’s skin; he knew by now when Arthur didn’t respond he was thoroughly wound up. Getting out of his chair without making a sound, he tip-toed to the Point Man who was so absorbed in his reading, he wasn’t aware at all that Eames was behind him.
“So darling,” he breathed in Arthur’s ear, drawing out his words, “fancy taking that stuffy suit off so I can do naughty things to you?”
Eames couldn’t help but chuckle at the aggressive and annoyed noise Arthur let out.
“Eames, if you don’t back away from me this instance-”
“Darling you know you want me,” He ran a finger on the exposed skin on the back of his neck.
Arthur snapped his eyes shut and tried to mentally ignore Eames. Physically he shivered involuntarily and cursed. His neck always was his weak spot and now Eames knew that.
“Eames you‘re testing my patience,” He gave up and growled in aggravation.
“Well pet, it’s hard not too when the end result is you growling my name in the utmost delicious way.” He blew in Arthur’s ear and licked the side of his face.
“EAMES, YOU’RE DISGUSTING!"
Arthur jumped out of his seat, rubbing the saliva off his face, his expression distorted between hatred and revulsion. Eames gripped his side with one arm and grabbed the chair to stay balanced from laughing so hard.
"This is not funny!" Arthur hissed.
"Oh yes it is, love." Eames replied, grinning as he caught his breath. "You would think so too if you'd yank that stick out that's so tightly shoved up your arse. I could yank it out for you, you know, and replace it with something a whole lot less rough but just as hard."
Arthur saw red.
In the seconds it took Eames to realize what was happening, Arthur was already shoving him against the wall, his fists twisted into his shirt and pinning him.
"I've had enough of you, Eames. Say another word and I promise you-"
Eames cut him off, pulling Arthur to him and covering his mouth with his own. For one whole moment, Arthur actually kissed him back, his hands winding into his hair. Then the moment was gone, and Arthur shoved him back causing him to hit the wall.
“You’re a fucking a prick, Eames,” He spat.
Huffing and straightening his shirt and vest, Arthur stomped out of the room, leaving Eames leaning against the wall.
“Five, four, three-” Eames whispered and sure enough at the word ‘three’ Arthur was back in the room and stomping toward him.
“Why do you do that, Eames? Why? Every damn time we argue-”
Once again, Eames cut him off by kissing him. They stumbled backwards, Arthur’s hands landing on his desk to balance himself. The action disheveled the neat order he normally kept his desk in. He was angry again and shoved Eames back.
“You- are- a- bastard-” Arthur got out between heavy breaths.
“Just spreading the fever, love." Eames collected himself together and let out one big sigh. "You'll see things my way in due time darling. It won't be long; you're already kissing me back."
Before Arthur could get a word in edgewise, Eames gave him a wink and walked out he room, leaving the Point Man alone to utter his obscenities before finally putting his desk back together and returning to his work.
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