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[triedinception]

Eames didn't really wake up so much as he became more aware of his surroundings. He was naked, which made sense, considering the last few days, laid out on his stomach, tail curling lazily over one naked thigh. His ears were relaxed and barely twitching, his arm thrown over someone's back, one leg pressed between theirs.

That someone, of course, was

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[littlspecificty]

Arthur hadn't been able to get a hold of Ian for his "Days" (they were usually referred to with a capital letter so as to indicate the importance of this period while keeping with some sense of modesty - even while all cats know what is being referenced) and had not been able to control himself around Eames.

It hadn't helped that Arthur had always felt some kind of attraction to the orange tabby - even while he had irritated Arthur to the point of fights breaking out and blows being dealt.

Often times it had been over Eames' presumption that Arthur desired him as a mate (Eames would constantly try to twine his tail with Arthur's, rub his scent onto Arthur and his things, nipping at his ears, and other intimate gestures that were not to be tossed about the way the forger had been with Arthur for months now) and now, as Arthur was finally out of the grip of heat, he slowly opened his eyes, ears twitching and his memory of the past few days foggy.

He could smell someone else with him before the feeling of their touch registered. The smell made his heart skip and ears perk up, frozen, as the memory of the last three days came flooding back to him.

The things he and Eames had done... Eames' hands and mouth and body... Arthur had been touched everywhere on his body. He was more or less soaked in the orange tabby's scent, even while the sheets were a mingling of both of them from what he could smell.

Arthur had turned his head to see Eames - still sleeping - and the anger and outrage was enough to give his already weak body strength enough to unceremoniously kick Eames out of the bed and onto the floor (the loud, heavy thump satisfying to Arthur's ears). Where he belonged as far as Arthur was concerned.

[triedinception]

Eames landed on the floor with a very loud thump, as advertised. He spent a moment recovering his bearings, wondering where it had all gone wrong in the last moment before he sighed, getting to his feet, quite unashamed in his nakedness.

"Well, I see that you're back to your normal cheerful self," he said with no small amount of sarcasm, ears flat and tail flicking annoyed behind him.

Just, for a moment, Eames had thought that Arthur had maybe decided that Eames wasn't so bad. Eames had misjudged that one harshly though, it seemed.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur was crouched on the bed, the covers and sheets all around him, ear pressed flat against his head, tail curling and the hiss he let out at Eames was vicious, his sharper teeth showing.

"You sonofa bitch, get out! Now!" The more Arthur looked at him, the more furious he became.

[triedinception]

Eames stood his ground, his own tail flicking dangerously, his own way of showing irritation.

"I will bloody not, not until I get my clothes at least. And maybe an explanation," he hissed back.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur didn't back down, back arching upward more as his hiss started to sound like a snarl, looking as if he would launch himself at Eames if he came any closer to Arthur (and with how long it had been since the black cat had filed his nails down, he would be able to literally tear into the other cat). "Then get them and get the fuck out!"

[triedinception]

Eames turned (against his better instincts) to start looking for his pants. It was only after he'd located them and was tugging them on that he finally turned back towards where Arthur was.

"Still not getting the fuck out, darling, until you give me a bloody explanation!"

[littlspecificty]

Arthur had remained where he was, watching Eames with near frenzied eyes, barely blinking and then snarling again at the other's words. "You don't deserve one!"

And the black cat was darting off the bed and into the bathroom with an amazing amount of grace considering his weakened state, but since it was natural to his form, he was in there, his tail disappearing before the door slammed shut and was locked from the inside.

[triedinception]

Eames cursed under his breath, staring after Arthur's form into the bathroom. He moved around the room, finding his undershirt and then his oxford, putting them on and letting the button up hang open.

Did Arthur have tea in his house? Eames went into his kitchen to find out. He didn't, but it had been a few minutes by that point and he moved back to the bathroom.

His ears pressed flat to his head in concern now, he knocked on the door.

"Arthur? Arthur, darling, please come out. I know you're upset but I really would like to talk to you."

A glance to the bed, "If you're worried about the heat, I did wear condoms."

[littlspecificty]

The only "answer" Eames got was the sound of the shower being turned on.

Arthur wanted, no, needed, to get this scent off of him. It was just making his temper continue to spike and as upset as he was... he didn't have the overwhelming desire in his heart to physically harm the orange tabby... So he needed to get his temper under control so he didn't make a mistake he would end up regretting.

Although that thought along made him roll his eyes and scoff at himself, face going into his hands as he stood under the spray. What was wrong with him?

Why Eames? He felt so... used now and he just couldn't shake that feeling even as he washed himself thoroughly.

[triedinception]

Eames himself was having guilt start to eat at him. He knew that the heat their species suffered was quite all-consuming, but he'd thought Arthur going into it around him and then all but pouncing him had meant he was okay with it.

If Arthur hadn't been, though... well, Eames hated to say it, but he had taken advantage of him then.

He rubbed his hand over his face (and it still smelled like Arthur, he noted), and called out to Arthur again.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur would have been lying if he had said he had never been attracted to Eames; of course he had been. But that didn't mean he was happy about it.

Over the sound of the shower, Arthur told Eames to once again "go away".

[triedinception]

Leaning against the wall next to the door, "We need to talk, Arthur."

[littlspecificty]

His answer that time was simply to keep washing, refusing to talk to the other until he was out of the shower.

And even then, still wet from the shower, fur sticking in different directions as he brushed past the orange tabby for some clothes, towel around his waist with every intention of going back in the bathroom to get dressed, "There is nothing to talk about."

[triedinception]

Eames didn't let himself be distracted by wet, half-naked Arthur, or his sudden urge to groom his fur back into place.

"There's plenty to talk about; why didn't you warn me you were going into heat? We could have put the job off a few days safely, and I would have... kept my distance. Since apparently sleeping or having any sort of relationship besides professional is so disgusting to you."

Eames tone turned a bit odd near the end, the tabby running a hand through his hair and over his ears in frustration.

[littlspecificty]

Snapping at the tabby as he stomped back into the bathroom, "There is nothing to talk about! Someone else was suppose to show up and he fucking didn't!"

Slamming the door closed again and throwing the clothes onto the bathroom counter, "I'm so fucking sorry to have ruined your work schedule, Eames! You can go back to it now! So just get the fuck out!"

[triedinception]

"That's not what I fucking meant, Arthur!" Eames shouted before the door closed, making a frustrated hissing noise before he hit the wall with his palm, once.

"I meant that I could have worked around your schedule so that you wouldn't have ended up with me since you seem to hate it!"