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remember how i just posted, like, five minutes ago about that kink meme response? with the psychos and the rereading and all that? this was the response i was talking about. i may need therapy.
Title: He Grinned and Said How Lovely (the broken record remix)
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Wordcount: 1,643
Rating: NC17
Summary: Where everyone wants Arthur, Fischer is a mark, and Eames eats blood off of Arthur's face. Really.
Notes: So. I have this thing for psychos in love. I don't quite know what to do about it, except write fic where I take my favorite people (anyone remember that Pinto prison AU I did a while back? Yeeeeah.) and twist their minds up by making them whackjobs. When I saw the request at the kink meme with the header EVERYONE IS PSYCHO I may have made some odd noises. If you think that makes me weird you can totally pay for the therapy bills, as I have no money. And I may even have to write more in this 'verse.
Disclaimer: Still don't own Inception. Damnit.
"Tomorrow, pet."
Arthur growled and bit the back of Eames's neck. Eames flailed his hand backwards and swatted at the top of Arthur's head. His hand came back slick with pomade. Or possibly blood. It was too dark to tell, really.
"You've been out."
It wasn't a question and Arthur knew it, but he answered anyway. "I went to see Yusuf."
Eames squinted at his hand in the darkness. Then he sniffed it and made a face. "Tell me you didn't kill him," he drawled. "I'd hate to find a new apothecary in this bloody city."
Arthur chuckled darkly against Eames' neck. "We made a visit to Saito's place. Got a little hung up."
Eames grinned into his pillow and, against his better judgment, arched languidly back into Arthur.
"You know how hot it gets me when you go all Bruce Lee, love." Arthur licked a stripe up the back of his neck and Eames nearly purred. "Go take a shower."
"I want you now."
"After you shower." Eames was firm in his stance, even while his hips snapped back into Arthur's when he gripped them. "You ruined my favorite sheets last time you went there."
"And I'm going to ruin them tonight, too, shower or no." Arthur shifted entirely over Eames's body and planted his hands on either side of his head. He leaned down and caught the tip of Eames's ear in his teeth. "When I was out I got a call from Cobb."
At that Eames tensed. "Don't say it."
"He's got a job for us in Bangkok." Eames groaned and buried his face in the pillow.
"I said don't say it!" Eames suddenly bucked his hips wildly and sent Arthur sprawling onto his back next to him. In a flash Eames was straddling his waist. He pinned Arthur's hands down. "You know how I feel about that motherfucker!"
"Wait till you hear the number on the paycheck, though." Arthur grinned and planted his feet on the mattress. He bucked his hips and ground his erection into Eames’s ass. “The amount of zeros means you can more than happily feed your Thomas Lee obsession for the rest of your life. Of course, as long as you don’t kill him and end up in jail again. I’m not breaking you out this time. I ruined my favorite Dior jacket that night.”
“And never let me forget it, you insufferable prat. I swear,” Eames grumbled, “you kill one bloody whore and you’re branded for life.”
“She was Dom’s girlfriend, Eames.” Arthur’s voice turned steely. “You’ve got to get over it or he might just end up snapping your neck. You saw what he did to Mal.”
“I need to get over it? You need to stop running every fucking time he calls!” Eames rose to his knees and added more weight to hands. He got right up in Arthur’s face and whispered quietly, “I don’t like it.”
“So we fucked a million years ago, whatever. It was before we even met!” Arthur ignored the way Eames’s body tensed as though he was about to strike and smirked up at him dangerously. “Besides, he was a lousy lay,” he placated. Eames made a sound between a ‘harrumph’ and a chortle into his neck. “Absolutely awful. He gave bad head and your dick is much, much bigger. Feel better?”
“And don’t you fucking forget it,” Eames purred and licked Arthur’s jaw. Then he pulled back and made a face. “Get in the fucking shower already; I just ate someone’s blood off of your face.”
Arthur smiled slowly, a hard glint in his eye. “We’re going.”
“We’ll talk about it in the morning.”
Eames started to climb off the bed but was stopped when Arthur grabbed his wrist and squeezed. “We’re going.” Eames clenched his jaw.
“I swear, if he even fucking looks at you the wrong way-”
Arthur arched an eyebrow. “You’re going to stick a knife in his side like you did Ariadne?”
“She tied you to her bed and tried to eat your neck!” Eames snapped. “Dom’s lucky all I did was mutilate his face. What is it with you, attracting all of these lunatics? I swear, I should just tattoo my name onto your forehead and be done with it. I’ve had enough of the world’s most wanted trying to get into your pants right in front of me.”
“It’s like a broken fucking record.” Arthur rolled his eyes and climbed off the bed. He started to unbutton his shirt and hissed when he realized the blood had dried just enough to make it stick to his chest hair. “The mark is that Fischer kid.”
Eames paused. Then he grinned, delighted. “The one with the eyes, the one we met back in Calgary? The same rich kid who tried to pick my pocket, then pushed a Ruger in my face?”
“The same.”
“Well, pet,” Eames said, coyly. He bit his lip, walked backwards to the bathroom, and crooked his finger at Arthur. “That changes things.”
Arthur grinned and yanked the shirt off. “I knew you’d see things my way.” He walked forward and stuck a finger in the front of Eames’s boxers, following him. “You’ve been dying to put a bullet in his skull for years.”
“It’s not even my birthday,” Eames purred, stumbling into the bathroom. “You’re so good to me.”
Arthur pushed Eames the rest of the way to the large shower and shook his head hard, shaking the bloody strands loose. Eames made a strangled sound and reached behind him to turn the tap on. Arthur grinned and yanked the elastic of Eames’s boxers, pushing the wet garment down impatiently. Eames pulled Arthur the rest of the way under the water and worked furiously at his pants.
Arthur grunted and scrubbed at his hair, sending waves of pink down his face. Eames reached for the lube they kept on the shelf and spilled almost half of it in his haste to coat his hand. Arthur finally freed his legs and kicked the sodden mess his pants and trousers had become into the glass door. He reached forward and grabbed the outside of one of Eames’s thighs, pulling it up, and Eames settled his foot on the small seat lining one wall.
Eames slid his lube covered hand down to Arthur’s engorged cock and stroked furiously. Arthur grabbed the lube and squirted the rest of it into his hand. Then he dropped the bottle and slid his hand down Eames’s ass crack, stabbing three fingers inside fiercely.
Eames dropped his head back and winced when it smacked the tile hard. “Fuck,” he groaned, digging his hand into Arthur’s hair. He rolled his hips when Arthur fluttered his fingers inside of him and made a high pitched noise. “Ye-yeah, just like that.”
Arthur pulled his hand back and slapped Eames’s ass. “Turn around,” he growled. Eames growled back playfully and leaned forward to nip Arthur’s nose.
“Mmm, yes sir.” He turned around obediently and spread his legs, bracing himself with his hands on the wall. He bent his knees and dropped his forehead to the tile.
Without further ado Arthur gripped his hips and shoved in with one rough thrust. Eames felt his fingernails break as his hands scrabbled at the tile. Arthur pushed his entire body forward and pressed him into the wall. He immediately started a brutal pace, pounding hard and fast. Eames cried out as his face smashed into the wall, tasting blood in his mouth. He tongued his bottom lip and, though his haze, registered that it was split. He just twisted his head around and whined Arthur’s name.
Arthur leaned forward and bit savagely at Eames’s neck and Eames howled, pushing back with his hands into Arthur’s body. He shook his head wildly but Arthur held on, his teeth digging in even further. Eames let go of the wall with one hand and reached behind him, digging his fingers into Arthur’s wet hair.
He felt his skin tear as he ripped Arthur’s face away but didn’t care; he needed his mouth right fucking now. He tugged and pulled, searching for those strong lips. Arthur let out an inhuman noise and lurched forward, biting Eames’s lip right over the split, changing the angle of his hips.
Eames shouted and sobbed into Arthur’s mouth. “Right there, God, right there, yes, fuck me, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop-”
Arthur slid his hands up Eames’s sides and curled them under his armpits, bracing his open palms on the front of his chest. He paused, buried to the hilt, and began to grind his dick against Eames’s prostate relentlessly. Eames let out an indecipherable sound and his whole body jerked helplessly as he came, his hand fisting past the point of pain in Arthur’s hair. Arthur threw his head back as Eames clenched around him, his eyes leaking from Eames’s tight grip.
One of Eames’s feet slipped then and they tumbled to the hard floor of the shower. Eames let out a shout when his head connected with the sharp edge of the small seat. Arthur scrambled to push Eames as flat as he could and slid back inside, his hips jerking uncontrollably. Eames moaned, in pain or pleasure Arthur didn’t know. He didn’t care.
He settled his hands on Eames’s shoulders and thrust several more times before slowing down and pushing in slowly twice. Arthur’s eyes rolled back in his head as he came with a long, low moan.
He slumped over Eames’s back, their legs bent awkwardly. Neither man moved for several minutes.
Eames tongued his lip, sucking the blood off. “I suppose I could be convinced not to kill him.”
Arthur grinned into the bloody mess of Eames’s neck. He tightened his arms around his shoulders and kissed behind his ear tenderly. “How lovely.”
Title: He Grinned and Said How Lovely (the broken record remix)
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Wordcount: 1,643
Rating: NC17
Summary: Where everyone wants Arthur, Fischer is a mark, and Eames eats blood off of Arthur's face. Really.
Notes: So. I have this thing for psychos in love. I don't quite know what to do about it, except write fic where I take my favorite people (anyone remember that Pinto prison AU I did a while back? Yeeeeah.) and twist their minds up by making them whackjobs. When I saw the request at the kink meme with the header EVERYONE IS PSYCHO I may have made some odd noises. If you think that makes me weird you can totally pay for the therapy bills, as I have no money. And I may even have to write more in this 'verse.
Disclaimer: Still don't own Inception. Damnit.
"Tomorrow, pet."
Arthur growled and bit the back of Eames's neck. Eames flailed his hand backwards and swatted at the top of Arthur's head. His hand came back slick with pomade. Or possibly blood. It was too dark to tell, really.
"You've been out."
It wasn't a question and Arthur knew it, but he answered anyway. "I went to see Yusuf."
Eames squinted at his hand in the darkness. Then he sniffed it and made a face. "Tell me you didn't kill him," he drawled. "I'd hate to find a new apothecary in this bloody city."
Arthur chuckled darkly against Eames' neck. "We made a visit to Saito's place. Got a little hung up."
Eames grinned into his pillow and, against his better judgment, arched languidly back into Arthur.
"You know how hot it gets me when you go all Bruce Lee, love." Arthur licked a stripe up the back of his neck and Eames nearly purred. "Go take a shower."
"I want you now."
"After you shower." Eames was firm in his stance, even while his hips snapped back into Arthur's when he gripped them. "You ruined my favorite sheets last time you went there."
"And I'm going to ruin them tonight, too, shower or no." Arthur shifted entirely over Eames's body and planted his hands on either side of his head. He leaned down and caught the tip of Eames's ear in his teeth. "When I was out I got a call from Cobb."
At that Eames tensed. "Don't say it."
"He's got a job for us in Bangkok." Eames groaned and buried his face in the pillow.
"I said don't say it!" Eames suddenly bucked his hips wildly and sent Arthur sprawling onto his back next to him. In a flash Eames was straddling his waist. He pinned Arthur's hands down. "You know how I feel about that motherfucker!"
"Wait till you hear the number on the paycheck, though." Arthur grinned and planted his feet on the mattress. He bucked his hips and ground his erection into Eames’s ass. “The amount of zeros means you can more than happily feed your Thomas Lee obsession for the rest of your life. Of course, as long as you don’t kill him and end up in jail again. I’m not breaking you out this time. I ruined my favorite Dior jacket that night.”
“And never let me forget it, you insufferable prat. I swear,” Eames grumbled, “you kill one bloody whore and you’re branded for life.”
“She was Dom’s girlfriend, Eames.” Arthur’s voice turned steely. “You’ve got to get over it or he might just end up snapping your neck. You saw what he did to Mal.”
“I need to get over it? You need to stop running every fucking time he calls!” Eames rose to his knees and added more weight to hands. He got right up in Arthur’s face and whispered quietly, “I don’t like it.”
“So we fucked a million years ago, whatever. It was before we even met!” Arthur ignored the way Eames’s body tensed as though he was about to strike and smirked up at him dangerously. “Besides, he was a lousy lay,” he placated. Eames made a sound between a ‘harrumph’ and a chortle into his neck. “Absolutely awful. He gave bad head and your dick is much, much bigger. Feel better?”
“And don’t you fucking forget it,” Eames purred and licked Arthur’s jaw. Then he pulled back and made a face. “Get in the fucking shower already; I just ate someone’s blood off of your face.”
Arthur smiled slowly, a hard glint in his eye. “We’re going.”
“We’ll talk about it in the morning.”
Eames started to climb off the bed but was stopped when Arthur grabbed his wrist and squeezed. “We’re going.” Eames clenched his jaw.
“I swear, if he even fucking looks at you the wrong way-”
Arthur arched an eyebrow. “You’re going to stick a knife in his side like you did Ariadne?”
“She tied you to her bed and tried to eat your neck!” Eames snapped. “Dom’s lucky all I did was mutilate his face. What is it with you, attracting all of these lunatics? I swear, I should just tattoo my name onto your forehead and be done with it. I’ve had enough of the world’s most wanted trying to get into your pants right in front of me.”
“It’s like a broken fucking record.” Arthur rolled his eyes and climbed off the bed. He started to unbutton his shirt and hissed when he realized the blood had dried just enough to make it stick to his chest hair. “The mark is that Fischer kid.”
Eames paused. Then he grinned, delighted. “The one with the eyes, the one we met back in Calgary? The same rich kid who tried to pick my pocket, then pushed a Ruger in my face?”
“The same.”
“Well, pet,” Eames said, coyly. He bit his lip, walked backwards to the bathroom, and crooked his finger at Arthur. “That changes things.”
Arthur grinned and yanked the shirt off. “I knew you’d see things my way.” He walked forward and stuck a finger in the front of Eames’s boxers, following him. “You’ve been dying to put a bullet in his skull for years.”
“It’s not even my birthday,” Eames purred, stumbling into the bathroom. “You’re so good to me.”
Arthur pushed Eames the rest of the way to the large shower and shook his head hard, shaking the bloody strands loose. Eames made a strangled sound and reached behind him to turn the tap on. Arthur grinned and yanked the elastic of Eames’s boxers, pushing the wet garment down impatiently. Eames pulled Arthur the rest of the way under the water and worked furiously at his pants.
Arthur grunted and scrubbed at his hair, sending waves of pink down his face. Eames reached for the lube they kept on the shelf and spilled almost half of it in his haste to coat his hand. Arthur finally freed his legs and kicked the sodden mess his pants and trousers had become into the glass door. He reached forward and grabbed the outside of one of Eames’s thighs, pulling it up, and Eames settled his foot on the small seat lining one wall.
Eames slid his lube covered hand down to Arthur’s engorged cock and stroked furiously. Arthur grabbed the lube and squirted the rest of it into his hand. Then he dropped the bottle and slid his hand down Eames’s ass crack, stabbing three fingers inside fiercely.
Eames dropped his head back and winced when it smacked the tile hard. “Fuck,” he groaned, digging his hand into Arthur’s hair. He rolled his hips when Arthur fluttered his fingers inside of him and made a high pitched noise. “Ye-yeah, just like that.”
Arthur pulled his hand back and slapped Eames’s ass. “Turn around,” he growled. Eames growled back playfully and leaned forward to nip Arthur’s nose.
“Mmm, yes sir.” He turned around obediently and spread his legs, bracing himself with his hands on the wall. He bent his knees and dropped his forehead to the tile.
Without further ado Arthur gripped his hips and shoved in with one rough thrust. Eames felt his fingernails break as his hands scrabbled at the tile. Arthur pushed his entire body forward and pressed him into the wall. He immediately started a brutal pace, pounding hard and fast. Eames cried out as his face smashed into the wall, tasting blood in his mouth. He tongued his bottom lip and, though his haze, registered that it was split. He just twisted his head around and whined Arthur’s name.
Arthur leaned forward and bit savagely at Eames’s neck and Eames howled, pushing back with his hands into Arthur’s body. He shook his head wildly but Arthur held on, his teeth digging in even further. Eames let go of the wall with one hand and reached behind him, digging his fingers into Arthur’s wet hair.
He felt his skin tear as he ripped Arthur’s face away but didn’t care; he needed his mouth right fucking now. He tugged and pulled, searching for those strong lips. Arthur let out an inhuman noise and lurched forward, biting Eames’s lip right over the split, changing the angle of his hips.
Eames shouted and sobbed into Arthur’s mouth. “Right there, God, right there, yes, fuck me, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop-”
Arthur slid his hands up Eames’s sides and curled them under his armpits, bracing his open palms on the front of his chest. He paused, buried to the hilt, and began to grind his dick against Eames’s prostate relentlessly. Eames let out an indecipherable sound and his whole body jerked helplessly as he came, his hand fisting past the point of pain in Arthur’s hair. Arthur threw his head back as Eames clenched around him, his eyes leaking from Eames’s tight grip.
One of Eames’s feet slipped then and they tumbled to the hard floor of the shower. Eames let out a shout when his head connected with the sharp edge of the small seat. Arthur scrambled to push Eames as flat as he could and slid back inside, his hips jerking uncontrollably. Eames moaned, in pain or pleasure Arthur didn’t know. He didn’t care.
He settled his hands on Eames’s shoulders and thrust several more times before slowing down and pushing in slowly twice. Arthur’s eyes rolled back in his head as he came with a long, low moan.
He slumped over Eames’s back, their legs bent awkwardly. Neither man moved for several minutes.
Eames tongued his lip, sucking the blood off. “I suppose I could be convinced not to kill him.”
Arthur grinned into the bloody mess of Eames’s neck. He tightened his arms around his shoulders and kissed behind his ear tenderly. “How lovely.”