First! Inception slash
Dibs! I call dibs! Inception slash - you saw it here first! I think this may actually be the first ever Inception fanfiction.
Title: The Mark
Fandom: Inception
Author: Heph hephs_thighs
Timeframe: Post-Movie
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Eames/Fischer
Warnings: slash (male/male), spoilers for the film
Reviews: Very much appreciated, even short ones and criticism.
This job was done, and Eames couldn't say it had been easy. But it had been a dream; he wasn't worn out by his mind's experiences. Rather, he was rejuvenated. The creativity and even the thrill of danger left him feeling refreshed afterward, the way a deep sleep and a really good dream ought to. Eames was a con artist by nature and a thief by trade, so he thrived on this sort of thing.
Eames watched The Mark from his seat on the plane. Robert Fischer technically wasn't the Mark any longer, but the forger couldn't help but still see him as one.
The team had sifted through the man's secrets and insecurities, but Eames wasn't sure if any of the others has noticed what he had. Well, Arthur probably had. It was a shame things hadn't worked out with him. Or perhaps not, the guy was a bit of an uptight prick after all.
As they deboarded, the team split up and exchanged secretive, pleased looks with each other from across the crowds. Eames was glad Cobb would be going home now. But he was still watching The Mark.
He followed him at a distance through the terminal and out of the airport, then watched him get into the waiting car and disappear.
He had read Arthur's report on Fischer. The research included the locations the heir tended to frequent. Eames decided he wouldn’t mind staying in Los Angeles for a while to pursue his new interest.
He finally ran into The Mark again a few days later at a high-end bar.
“Hi,” Eames took the seat beside him. “I don’t mean to intrude, but you look very familiar.”
Fischer looked at him a uncertainly. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I know you.”
Eames appeared to think for a moment. “Ah, I know what it is. I was on a plane with you the other day.”
“That’s… an impressive memory you have.”
Eames smiled. “Quite.”
The Mark had nice lips. Robert Fischer was apparently the sort of guy who would take even a one-night stand he picked up in a bar to a very classy hotel. Maybe Eames could work this to be a two-or-more-night stand.
Title: The Mark
Fandom: Inception
Author: Heph hephs_thighs
Timeframe: Post-Movie
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Eames/Fischer
Warnings: slash (male/male), spoilers for the film
Reviews: Very much appreciated, even short ones and criticism.
This job was done, and Eames couldn't say it had been easy. But it had been a dream; he wasn't worn out by his mind's experiences. Rather, he was rejuvenated. The creativity and even the thrill of danger left him feeling refreshed afterward, the way a deep sleep and a really good dream ought to. Eames was a con artist by nature and a thief by trade, so he thrived on this sort of thing.
Eames watched The Mark from his seat on the plane. Robert Fischer technically wasn't the Mark any longer, but the forger couldn't help but still see him as one.
The team had sifted through the man's secrets and insecurities, but Eames wasn't sure if any of the others has noticed what he had. Well, Arthur probably had. It was a shame things hadn't worked out with him. Or perhaps not, the guy was a bit of an uptight prick after all.
As they deboarded, the team split up and exchanged secretive, pleased looks with each other from across the crowds. Eames was glad Cobb would be going home now. But he was still watching The Mark.
He followed him at a distance through the terminal and out of the airport, then watched him get into the waiting car and disappear.
He had read Arthur's report on Fischer. The research included the locations the heir tended to frequent. Eames decided he wouldn’t mind staying in Los Angeles for a while to pursue his new interest.
He finally ran into The Mark again a few days later at a high-end bar.
“Hi,” Eames took the seat beside him. “I don’t mean to intrude, but you look very familiar.”
Fischer looked at him a uncertainly. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I know you.”
Eames appeared to think for a moment. “Ah, I know what it is. I was on a plane with you the other day.”
“That’s… an impressive memory you have.”
Eames smiled. “Quite.”
The Mark had nice lips. Robert Fischer was apparently the sort of guy who would take even a one-night stand he picked up in a bar to a very classy hotel. Maybe Eames could work this to be a two-or-more-night stand.