Prompt Post No. 19

[inceptionsecret]

Welcome to Round 19 of the Inception Kink Meme.

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Re: Fill 4/? (part 1)

[anonymous]

Eames had to blink before he realized that Saito had opened the door enough to allow just a peek into the inner sanctum. Eames had worked for Dreamshare for two years, and in all that time had only been in Saito’s office once. And that time he’d been so nervous that he hadn’t really been thinking of the decor. It had been at the beginning, when Arthur had first been hired. Eames had had some... staying power issues. The first and only meeting with Satio had been with him politely requiring whether or not Eames wanted to use a fluffer, or if he preferred to just use a prescription. Yusuf was somewhat of an under-the-table pharmacist, and apparently had offered when Eames couldn’t seem to keep his dick from coming whenever he caught a glimpse of Arthur smirking up at him.

So it was perhaps understandable why Eames had less than pleasant associations of Saito’s office.

Saito pulled open the door and stepped back in order to let Eames’ bulkier body inside. It was very dark in the room. Saito suffered from migraines enough that he preferred to keep his workspace fairly dim. It was also why he rarely ventured out into the brightly lit studio. Eames walked inside and sat himself on a rather uncomfortable-looking loveseat, trying not to feel as though he’d been invited into the Batcave. He tried to look around without gawking, tallying the amount of priceless art that was strewn around the place, casually lit with enough backlighting to show off the various pieces. Eames shifted, grimacing slightly when something sharp from his pocket poked him in the hip. Oh. Of course. One of the few poker chips left over from last night.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t read the email,” Eames blurted in a rush.

“Oh?”

Eames nodded.

“Mal informed me of your technological woes. Please, don’t concern yourself.” Saito crossed to a small chair that sat catty-corner to the loveseat. “I have a proposition for you, Mr. Eames.”

A proposition? Eames straightened slightly, feeling much more confident. Saito didn’t act like someone who was ready to fire one of his stars. Or like someone who was replacing him with a younger model.

“One of our more .. ardent... admirers has lucrative job offer that specifically requests both you and Arthur.”

Eames smirked. That wasn’t new. He and Arthur had fans, after all.

“Lucrative?”

Re: Fill 4/? (part 2)

[anonymous]

Saito’s cold grin matched his own. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows onto his knees, giving Eames his full attention. “Indeed. Extremely. But as with every bit of good news, there is to be an expected bit of bad news. But I’ll get to that in a moment. This particular admirer has requested a full two hours of film. He wants a story, a buildup, and quite a bit of fucking. He has requested that he be allowed to direct the sexual acts.” Saito held up a hand to forestall Eames’ questions. “Not literally, of course. Naturally, we take your safety very seriously. He has proposed making a list, of which both you and Arthur have full veto power, should anything become too... overwhelming and full approval beforehand. This of course is utterly out of the scope of your contract, and is completely voluntary, Mr. Eames.”

Eames raised an eyebrow. He had a feeling that the “admirer” was willing to shell out quite a bit of cash for his own personal porno. His smirk turned positively filthy. Of course, who wouldn’t? He and Arthur were quite a show, after all. His smirk faltered slightly when he remembered the rest of Saito’s speech. “You said there was some bad news?”

“Ah. Yes.” Saito sat back, all traces of amusement falling from his face. “As I’m sure you’re aware-- there is one major issue with his proposal.”

Eames blinked, confused. “Issue? Is there a legality issue? Mal will be all over that.”

Saito gave him a look reminiscent of a parent explaining something to a particularly slow child.

“I’m speaking of Arthur.”

Eames’ brows knit.

“Oh. You... oh.” Saito’s second ‘oh’ sounded as though something terrible had happened. “He didn’t tell you.”

“He didn’t tell me what?” Eames couldn’t help the way his voice cracked on the last word. What would Arthur not be telling him? Was he sick? In trouble somehow? Sure, Dreamshare studios was perfectly safe, insisting that its actors be tested every two months, but accidents did happen. Eames sat straight up, staring at Saito as though he could make him tell Eames everything based on just his stare alone.

“Oh dear. Well, you see I had hoped that you would be able to convince him for us, being that you’re such good friends.”

“We’re not friends.” Eames bit it out, the truth of the words getting him more worked up. “And why would he need convincing? This seems like something Arthur would be all over.”

“Perhaps.” Saito sucked in a breath, straightening. “Mr. Eames, I am sorry to tell you that Arthur turned in his resignation earlier this week. He’s quitting Dreamshare Films.”

tbc

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Re: Fill 4/? (part 2)

[mysteryllama78]

that was unexpected...

Re: Fill 4/? (part 2)

[anonymous]

I'm even more intrigued now! What could Arthur's reason for quitting be? :)