Fic: But it was not your fault but mine - Eames/Arthur, Cobb/Arthur
Because Mr Nolan, is an evil genius.
Title: But it was not your fault but mine
Author: rixiel
Pairing: Eames/Arthur, Cobb/Arthur
Rating: R
Summary: In response to this prompt on inception_kink. "Cobb's projection of Mal shot Arthur in the leg which means he likes to see Arthur in pain/distress right? So lets take it a step further and have Cobb watching his projection of Eamse hard core fucking Arthur. Holding/tying him down."
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, this is a work of fiction. Title inspired by Mumford and Sons' Little Lion Man
Cobb watches Arthur, his Arthur - always his when he thinks of Arthur. Beautiful Arthur. Resilient Arthur. Silent Arthur. Reliable Arthur. Arthur with his smug smile. Arthur with his perfect suits and sleek hair. Always his, but never his.
The first time Mal shoots Arthur, she shoots him in his right arm, disarming him. Arthur's eyes are wide with shock, but the look is directed at Cobb. The smell of gun powder is sharp in the air as the next shot hits Arthur in his left thigh and he drops to his knees. "What the fuck Dom." Arthur gasps out, his body contorted with pain.
Mal digs viciously into Arthur's calf with her heel, a pair Cobb doesn't remember her owning, but he can't breathe, can't think because Arthur looks so alive and he wants to remember the way Arthur is clutching at his wounded thigh, his body heaving and strong jaws clenched tight.
"Dom, DOM." Arthur yells urgently, trying to break his trance and Cobb goes cold, the guilt of watching and relishing in Arthur's suffering hits him. There is a sickening snap of Arthur's rib cracking and Cobb shoots Arthur right between the eyes.
Arthur breathing is laboured when Cobb wakes and he walks away, unable to face Arthur, not when the memory of Arthur shuddering, body grappling with pain, makes his blood hot and his heart-beat erratic.
The next time they meet Mal, Arthur is ready for the assault. He doesn't expect Mal to embrace him from behind, lips pressing softly at the side of his throat, her icy fingers splayed across his heart. She finds his lips and stabs him in the gut, just as she slips her tongue in. She catches his sinking weight and twists the knife.
Cobb is faster to shoot Arthur this time, and he sees Mal smiling at him; her hand a bloody mess as she cradles Arthur's limp body in her arms.
Arthur is gripping Cobb's arm when Cobb finds himself back in reality. They don't say anything. Cobb finds his fingers on Arthur's throat, the same spot Mal's lips touched. Arthur is warm and his pulse a hypnotising rhythm.
Cobb dreams. He dreams of Eames and Arthur. "Darling," Eames is saying, all sweet and syrupy, "you will be so tight for me, won't you?" "Just me," he continues, filthy words and crude actions a stark contrast to that patrician accent of his, "only me and that spot. Hm?"
Arthur is frowning, neck twisted to a desperate angle as he tries to muffle his moans into his shoulder. His hands are tied together behind his head, fastened to the structure of the lying chair. His dress shirt is open and Cobb observes the uneven rise and fall of his abdomen; hard muscles beneath the smooth planes. Eames is tugging at Arthur's nipple with one hand and busy groping him in his unbuttoned pants with the other. Cobb always knew Eames put his ambidexterity to greater use.
"Now pet, don't be such a prude." Eames reprimands, pinching a nipple hard and Arthur is cursing and snapping forward. Eames rewards him with a soothing stroke of his flank, "That's better."
Breaking all contact, Eames hovers over Arthur, framing him with his body and brings their faces close. "When's the last time you were fucked love? Did you get little Adriane to fuck you with a strap on?" He licks the side of Arthur's mouth. When Arthurs tries to bite his tongue, he only laughs and whispers into Arthur's ear, "Or you had Saito telling you to lick your cum off his polished shoes? Maybe Yusuf gave you some nice chemicals to get high with as he jacks you off?"
"I'm not you." Arthur spits out and angled a kick at Eames's groin but Eames is quick to stop him, resting all of his weight on Arthur's lap.
"Touchy aren't we." Eames tutted, shifting to bring their erections together. He grinds down on Arthur, slow and lazy, fingers feather-light in stroking the underside of Arthur's arms and sides. "Ahh, Cobb then? You let him fuck your mouth and come all over your suit?"
There is a soft hitch in Arthur's breathing and Eames grins. "You would like that won't you darling, his cock deep down in your throat? His hands pulling your hair, forcing you to take more and not giving you the chance to breathe?" Eames makes a show of sucking his fingers, letting Arthur know just how he imagined Arthur with Cobb's cock in his mouth would be like.
Arthur's eyes are dark and his hands are balled into tight fists when Eames slides down and licks him through his briefs. When Eames finally takes him into his mouth, Arthur is biting his lips bloody, stifling the little noises he is trying not to make. Arthur's body arcs like a bow drawn taut and Cobb thinks about what it would be like to break him.
Mal finds him alone in the middle of a mission and Cobb thinks of Arthur first. "He is fine, for now." She assures with a casual wave of her hand. "Oh honey. He is mine too, is he not?" Sneering, she flutters up to him, resting her head on his shoulder. No. Never yours. Always mine, only mine. He thinks. "Don't be a fool dear," she snarls and twirls away from him, "he'll never be yours." She doesn't say it, but Cobb hears it as she leaves the room. Not while I am here.
The room smells of sex and Cobb is hard in his pants. He allows himself one touch, hissing in pleasure as he examines the scene before him. Arthur is on all fours on the carpeted floor, the design of the carpet is similar to the one in Cobb's room. Eames is a heavy weight on Arthur's back, using his bulkier frame to hold him down and bounds Arthur's hands; stretched out on the floor in front of his head, with one hand.
Eames is ruthless in the way he plunders Arthur's ass. They are still wearing their pants, hanging open lewdly at the thighs. "Love," Eames voice is as polished as ever, even though he is shaking from keeping his pounding steady, "darling, you look so good." He brushes Arthur's hair back from his eyes and kisses him just below the shoulder, on the scar Cobb is so familiar with. He was the one who tended to the wound after all.
Arthur's mouth hangs open, harsh gasps loud in the room, his eyes are squeezed tightly shut. The strain of the position he has been manoeuvred into is obvious, and Cobb appreciates the display of muscles quivering in protest. Arthur groans when Eames finally, finally pays some attention to his leaking cock and jerks him off hard and fast.
"Darling, darling, darling." Eames chants as his loses his finesse and just thrusts. Arthur, Arthur, Arthur, Cobb repeats.
Cobb is still hard when he awakes, his head spinning from the dream. He scrambles to get his pants open and pulls wildly at his cock. He thinks of Eames's red and angry cock driving into that small opening. He thinks of his cock between Arthur's thin lips. He thinks of all the soft keening sounds Arthur will make at the back of his throat. He comes when he hears Arthur say yours.
Title: But it was not your fault but mine
Author: rixiel
Pairing: Eames/Arthur, Cobb/Arthur
Rating: R
Summary: In response to this prompt on inception_kink. "Cobb's projection of Mal shot Arthur in the leg which means he likes to see Arthur in pain/distress right? So lets take it a step further and have Cobb watching his projection of Eamse hard core fucking Arthur. Holding/tying him down."
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, this is a work of fiction. Title inspired by Mumford and Sons' Little Lion Man
Cobb watches Arthur, his Arthur - always his when he thinks of Arthur. Beautiful Arthur. Resilient Arthur. Silent Arthur. Reliable Arthur. Arthur with his smug smile. Arthur with his perfect suits and sleek hair. Always his, but never his.
The first time Mal shoots Arthur, she shoots him in his right arm, disarming him. Arthur's eyes are wide with shock, but the look is directed at Cobb. The smell of gun powder is sharp in the air as the next shot hits Arthur in his left thigh and he drops to his knees. "What the fuck Dom." Arthur gasps out, his body contorted with pain.
Mal digs viciously into Arthur's calf with her heel, a pair Cobb doesn't remember her owning, but he can't breathe, can't think because Arthur looks so alive and he wants to remember the way Arthur is clutching at his wounded thigh, his body heaving and strong jaws clenched tight.
"Dom, DOM." Arthur yells urgently, trying to break his trance and Cobb goes cold, the guilt of watching and relishing in Arthur's suffering hits him. There is a sickening snap of Arthur's rib cracking and Cobb shoots Arthur right between the eyes.
Arthur breathing is laboured when Cobb wakes and he walks away, unable to face Arthur, not when the memory of Arthur shuddering, body grappling with pain, makes his blood hot and his heart-beat erratic.
The next time they meet Mal, Arthur is ready for the assault. He doesn't expect Mal to embrace him from behind, lips pressing softly at the side of his throat, her icy fingers splayed across his heart. She finds his lips and stabs him in the gut, just as she slips her tongue in. She catches his sinking weight and twists the knife.
Cobb is faster to shoot Arthur this time, and he sees Mal smiling at him; her hand a bloody mess as she cradles Arthur's limp body in her arms.
Arthur is gripping Cobb's arm when Cobb finds himself back in reality. They don't say anything. Cobb finds his fingers on Arthur's throat, the same spot Mal's lips touched. Arthur is warm and his pulse a hypnotising rhythm.
Cobb dreams. He dreams of Eames and Arthur. "Darling," Eames is saying, all sweet and syrupy, "you will be so tight for me, won't you?" "Just me," he continues, filthy words and crude actions a stark contrast to that patrician accent of his, "only me and that spot. Hm?"
Arthur is frowning, neck twisted to a desperate angle as he tries to muffle his moans into his shoulder. His hands are tied together behind his head, fastened to the structure of the lying chair. His dress shirt is open and Cobb observes the uneven rise and fall of his abdomen; hard muscles beneath the smooth planes. Eames is tugging at Arthur's nipple with one hand and busy groping him in his unbuttoned pants with the other. Cobb always knew Eames put his ambidexterity to greater use.
"Now pet, don't be such a prude." Eames reprimands, pinching a nipple hard and Arthur is cursing and snapping forward. Eames rewards him with a soothing stroke of his flank, "That's better."
Breaking all contact, Eames hovers over Arthur, framing him with his body and brings their faces close. "When's the last time you were fucked love? Did you get little Adriane to fuck you with a strap on?" He licks the side of Arthur's mouth. When Arthurs tries to bite his tongue, he only laughs and whispers into Arthur's ear, "Or you had Saito telling you to lick your cum off his polished shoes? Maybe Yusuf gave you some nice chemicals to get high with as he jacks you off?"
"I'm not you." Arthur spits out and angled a kick at Eames's groin but Eames is quick to stop him, resting all of his weight on Arthur's lap.
"Touchy aren't we." Eames tutted, shifting to bring their erections together. He grinds down on Arthur, slow and lazy, fingers feather-light in stroking the underside of Arthur's arms and sides. "Ahh, Cobb then? You let him fuck your mouth and come all over your suit?"
There is a soft hitch in Arthur's breathing and Eames grins. "You would like that won't you darling, his cock deep down in your throat? His hands pulling your hair, forcing you to take more and not giving you the chance to breathe?" Eames makes a show of sucking his fingers, letting Arthur know just how he imagined Arthur with Cobb's cock in his mouth would be like.
Arthur's eyes are dark and his hands are balled into tight fists when Eames slides down and licks him through his briefs. When Eames finally takes him into his mouth, Arthur is biting his lips bloody, stifling the little noises he is trying not to make. Arthur's body arcs like a bow drawn taut and Cobb thinks about what it would be like to break him.
Mal finds him alone in the middle of a mission and Cobb thinks of Arthur first. "He is fine, for now." She assures with a casual wave of her hand. "Oh honey. He is mine too, is he not?" Sneering, she flutters up to him, resting her head on his shoulder. No. Never yours. Always mine, only mine. He thinks. "Don't be a fool dear," she snarls and twirls away from him, "he'll never be yours." She doesn't say it, but Cobb hears it as she leaves the room. Not while I am here.
The room smells of sex and Cobb is hard in his pants. He allows himself one touch, hissing in pleasure as he examines the scene before him. Arthur is on all fours on the carpeted floor, the design of the carpet is similar to the one in Cobb's room. Eames is a heavy weight on Arthur's back, using his bulkier frame to hold him down and bounds Arthur's hands; stretched out on the floor in front of his head, with one hand.
Eames is ruthless in the way he plunders Arthur's ass. They are still wearing their pants, hanging open lewdly at the thighs. "Love," Eames voice is as polished as ever, even though he is shaking from keeping his pounding steady, "darling, you look so good." He brushes Arthur's hair back from his eyes and kisses him just below the shoulder, on the scar Cobb is so familiar with. He was the one who tended to the wound after all.
Arthur's mouth hangs open, harsh gasps loud in the room, his eyes are squeezed tightly shut. The strain of the position he has been manoeuvred into is obvious, and Cobb appreciates the display of muscles quivering in protest. Arthur groans when Eames finally, finally pays some attention to his leaking cock and jerks him off hard and fast.
"Darling, darling, darling." Eames chants as his loses his finesse and just thrusts. Arthur, Arthur, Arthur, Cobb repeats.
Cobb is still hard when he awakes, his head spinning from the dream. He scrambles to get his pants open and pulls wildly at his cock. He thinks of Eames's red and angry cock driving into that small opening. He thinks of his cock between Arthur's thin lips. He thinks of all the soft keening sounds Arthur will make at the back of his throat. He comes when he hears Arthur say yours.