To Dream of Electric Sheep 2/3
Title: To Dream of Electric Sheep
Author: zoetrope13
Rating: R (just to be safe, I'm really bad at rating things when it's not a pwp)
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Words: 1,850
Fandom: Inception
Warnings: Unbeta'ed, violence, violations of human rights
Disclaimer: I do not own Inception, nor do I claim to.
Previous: Part I
Summary: Arthur is severely injured while in the military. They heal him using experimental technology making him not quite so human anymore. Arthur has no idea and continues on with his life and ditches the military for the illegal side of dreamshare technology, where he meets a certain forger. Which is a problem because the military forgot to install a GPS tracker and they want their valuable technology back. Written for this prompt on the Inception Kink Meme.
After he left the military things were smooth. It seemed odd that now that he was rid of a regimented lifestyle that everything feels like oiled gears clicking into place. His dreamscapes are immaculate, filled with styles of dress and architecture he had always admired in magazines.
When the PASIV needle slipped under his skin it made him feel electric hot. When he went under everything was foggy vague for a few moments before a restaurant and all its noises sprung into sharp focus. The mark was behind him, a little to the left walking down the hall to a table. All the projections were focused on their tasks, they hadn’t spotted him yet.
Arthur had become ruthlessly efficient. He could sense someone’s eyes on him or even the subconscious trained on him in the dreamscape. His reflexes had become sharper than a soldier’s and he used it to his advantage.
But everything around him felt clear, he was just backup in case anything went sour. All he needed to do right then was sit at this table and pretend to be a normal restaurant patron and let Eames work his magic while Mal watched and took mental notes somewhere.
Eames intrigued Arthur. Mal and Dom want to know what it would be like to work with a forger. Eames was all British charm and swagger. He played it as though he had been a petty criminal for years, but Arthur could see the military background in the way that he moved, could hear the higher education in the way that his minds worked.
Arthur felt a shift in the dream and looked over quickly at Eames, but the elderly woman whose body he inhabited just got up sedately from the table and winked at Arthur on her way out.
They were done in record time and Arthur got up to follow Eames, to wait for the kick. He ignored the knowing smile that Mal gave him from across the room.
As soon as he was out of the main part of the restaurant and into the hall a wrinkled hand reached out of a supply closet and yanked him inside.
It was pitch black in the closet.
“Could you have possibly made it look more like I was having an affair with the subject’s grandmother?”
There was a throaty chuckle, which signaled that Eames was back to himself. It was always the voice that was the signal for Arthur, for some reason he had to work to see Eames’s forgery, like squinting out of the corner of his eye.
Sometimes when he would do research online on a mark, hacking into secure files, he would open a search on ‘lasting effects of head injuries’ but he would never quite find time to peruse the results.
“Did you want to show me a cleaning solution Eames? Or are you trying to seduce me?”
“My dear Arthur, if I was trying to seduce you there would be candles and classical music involved. Right now I want to discuss a business proposition.”
“What sort of business proposition?”
“The Cobbs won’t need us for a while since they’ll be off experimenting. But they won’t need both PASIVs and there are many people willing to pay good money for secrets, they needn’t know how we get the information.”
“And you want my help?”
“I would like for us to be partners in this. You’re very good at what you do.”
Arthur hesitated for a moment before remembering the clench of Eames’s fingers on his shoulder as he pushed Arthur down a fire escape away from a couple of thugs who wished to do them grievous bodily harm in the real world. Arthur could have handled it himself, but he appreciated the gesture especially since Eames had told all of them on the job loudly and repeatedly that if things went south as he was sure they would he would bail out as fast as he could without a backward glance. For some reason he deemed Arthur worth saving and that wasn’t something he could just brush off.
Arthur found Eames’s hand in the dark and shook it, “Partners.”
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Eames slid his eyes passed the mark’s sister. He was blatantly eyeing Arthur now. Even when he focused on all of his attention on mark, when he turned away from Eames, he could sense him. It was that sixth sense of his kicking in. But rather than helping him detach and use the information to his advantage as he would if Eames were someone tailing him, the information sent desires shooting through him in a way it hadn’t in a long time.
Arthur murmured an excuse to Miss Greensburg, they could always collect information tomorrow now that they had an in. Eames was leaning back, elbows on the bar. His quick eyes followed Arthur, and he shifted his hips, changed his stance subtly, ready to follow. Arthur gave an almost imperceptible jerk of his head and Eames pushed off the bar smoothly, tailing behind him.
Arthur walked into the alley next to the bar. He paused and turned back to see Eames backlit by streetlights, he wanted to trace his fingers along the edges of light.
“Arthur? Is there something you want to show me in this alley?”
“Not particularly,” said Arthur stepping closer to Eames, “I just wanted to get you out of that club.”
“Oh?” He arched an eyebrow, staying completely still as Arthur stepped into his personal space. “And why is that?”
“You don’t usually ask questions you already know the answers to.” Arthur observed with a smile before sliding his hand over the hard muscle of the forger’s sides gripping his waist and quickly turning him and pressing him hard against the brick wall before sliding their lips together.
With Eames pressed up against the wall, Arthur can feel every part of him with his body as he surged forward to lick into his mouth. Eames’s large strong hands were suddenly all over him, pressing and touching and feeling him and his mouth was so warm and wet. Eames groaned into his mouth and nipped at Arthur’s lower lip. Arthur wants. He ran his lips down Eames’s neck and enjoyed how ragged his breathing sounded.
“As hot as you screwing me up against this wall would be, how about we head back to the hotel? It is only just upstairs.”
Arthur pulled back to look at Eames, he could feel himself pouting. “Why?” He ground forward against Eames.
Eames bit back a moan and griped his hips hard. “Lube and so we can maintain the façade of professionalism.”
Arthur snorted, “Lube then.”
He backed away from Eames raking his eyes over his debauched form. Eames led the way back of out of the alley and Arthur followed, his hands carefully in his pocket, his eyes on Eames’s back, observing the way his shirt stretched tight over his broad shoulders.
Lust was buzzing through him in little shocks as they made their way back through the bar to the hotel behind and up the stairs to Arthur’s room. Arthur looked away from Eames for a moment and a sudden sense of wrongness pervaded his senses.
Were they being followed?
He whipped his head around and as he locked eyes with a familiar browned eyed man down the hall Arthur’s blood ran cold.
I need to kill you so that we can both wake up.
Phillips gave Arthur a small sad smile before disappearing down the stairs of the hotel.
How did he get here? He was in the alley with Eames and before that the bar and before that…
Arthur turned back to see Eames giving him a quizzical look as he slide the key card into the door. “Coming darling?”
Arthur gave a short nod and cast out his mind in the manner he had become accustomed to doing in dreams. It wasn’t a very large dreamscape. The Eames throwing him suggestive glances him the doorway of the room was real. He could feel one other true mind among dozens of projects of a familiar subconscious. His subconscious.
Eames was the dreamer. Arthur was the subject.
He couldn’t fathom why Eames would do this. Was it possible that this whole time Eames had been using him? Maybe he really didn’t think Arthur was worth saving, perhaps he was just worth more to Eames alive than dead. Or perhaps something had just come up during their last job with the Cobbs and Eames was being opportunistic. Either way Arthur would learn the truth.
He stepped into the room ready for one of the forger’s classic moves, but was entirely unprepared for the tentative hands ghosting over his face and the gentle press of lips to his forehead.
“Arthur,” Eames breathed and pulled Arthur close, just holding him.
“Eames…what,” said Arthur.
“Sorry,” said Eames. But rather than letting go he buried just one of his hands in Arthur’s hair and rested his forehead on Arthur’s shoulder. “I know I’m supposed to be jumping your bones, which I will get to in a moment. But I’ve wanted to just hold you for the longest time. I had no idea you felt any sort of genuine attraction towards me, so I thought I’d take advantage of this opportunity while I could in case this turns out to be a one time deal.”
Arthur found himself pulling Eames closer. “I am extremely attracted to you. I have been for a while,” Arthur admitted.
Eames pressed a kiss to the side of his neck in response.
“But I do have one question.”
“Hmm?”
Arthur pulled back a bit so he could look Eames in the eyes. “If you didn’t think I was attracted to you how did you plan on making this extraction work?”
Eames went entirely still, and Arthur dropped his arms and backed away from him. “I wasn’t…this isn’t an extraction.”
“I know we’re in a dream, don’t lie to me.”
“I didn’t see you check your totem,” Eames said almost in awe.
“I don’t have a totem,” Arthur said leaning back against the wall behind him.
Eames paused and frowned at him for a moment before shaking his head slightly. “You’re not like other people, are you?”
“No, I’m not,” Arthur slid down the wall to sit on the floor with a slight thump. “How long until the kick? Or should I just kill myself?”
“I lost track of time,” Eames admitted.
Arthur pulled out a gun from the back of his pants. It was oddly comforting to know that Eames imagined Arthur to always have a gun on his person.
“It wasn’t an extraction. The client just wanted to observe you in a dream. It was an odd request but as it wasn’t as invasive as an extraction I didn’t think there’d be much harm in it.” Eames sat down on the floor across from Arthur, he took a deep breath before looking at Arthur earnestly. “Arthur, you can trust me. You need to know that I-”
Arthur shot himself in the head.
Part III
Author: zoetrope13
Rating: R (just to be safe, I'm really bad at rating things when it's not a pwp)
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Words: 1,850
Fandom: Inception
Warnings: Unbeta'ed, violence, violations of human rights
Disclaimer: I do not own Inception, nor do I claim to.
Previous: Part I
Summary: Arthur is severely injured while in the military. They heal him using experimental technology making him not quite so human anymore. Arthur has no idea and continues on with his life and ditches the military for the illegal side of dreamshare technology, where he meets a certain forger. Which is a problem because the military forgot to install a GPS tracker and they want their valuable technology back. Written for this prompt on the Inception Kink Meme.
After he left the military things were smooth. It seemed odd that now that he was rid of a regimented lifestyle that everything feels like oiled gears clicking into place. His dreamscapes are immaculate, filled with styles of dress and architecture he had always admired in magazines.
When the PASIV needle slipped under his skin it made him feel electric hot. When he went under everything was foggy vague for a few moments before a restaurant and all its noises sprung into sharp focus. The mark was behind him, a little to the left walking down the hall to a table. All the projections were focused on their tasks, they hadn’t spotted him yet.
Arthur had become ruthlessly efficient. He could sense someone’s eyes on him or even the subconscious trained on him in the dreamscape. His reflexes had become sharper than a soldier’s and he used it to his advantage.
But everything around him felt clear, he was just backup in case anything went sour. All he needed to do right then was sit at this table and pretend to be a normal restaurant patron and let Eames work his magic while Mal watched and took mental notes somewhere.
Eames intrigued Arthur. Mal and Dom want to know what it would be like to work with a forger. Eames was all British charm and swagger. He played it as though he had been a petty criminal for years, but Arthur could see the military background in the way that he moved, could hear the higher education in the way that his minds worked.
Arthur felt a shift in the dream and looked over quickly at Eames, but the elderly woman whose body he inhabited just got up sedately from the table and winked at Arthur on her way out.
They were done in record time and Arthur got up to follow Eames, to wait for the kick. He ignored the knowing smile that Mal gave him from across the room.
As soon as he was out of the main part of the restaurant and into the hall a wrinkled hand reached out of a supply closet and yanked him inside.
It was pitch black in the closet.
“Could you have possibly made it look more like I was having an affair with the subject’s grandmother?”
There was a throaty chuckle, which signaled that Eames was back to himself. It was always the voice that was the signal for Arthur, for some reason he had to work to see Eames’s forgery, like squinting out of the corner of his eye.
Sometimes when he would do research online on a mark, hacking into secure files, he would open a search on ‘lasting effects of head injuries’ but he would never quite find time to peruse the results.
“Did you want to show me a cleaning solution Eames? Or are you trying to seduce me?”
“My dear Arthur, if I was trying to seduce you there would be candles and classical music involved. Right now I want to discuss a business proposition.”
“What sort of business proposition?”
“The Cobbs won’t need us for a while since they’ll be off experimenting. But they won’t need both PASIVs and there are many people willing to pay good money for secrets, they needn’t know how we get the information.”
“And you want my help?”
“I would like for us to be partners in this. You’re very good at what you do.”
Arthur hesitated for a moment before remembering the clench of Eames’s fingers on his shoulder as he pushed Arthur down a fire escape away from a couple of thugs who wished to do them grievous bodily harm in the real world. Arthur could have handled it himself, but he appreciated the gesture especially since Eames had told all of them on the job loudly and repeatedly that if things went south as he was sure they would he would bail out as fast as he could without a backward glance. For some reason he deemed Arthur worth saving and that wasn’t something he could just brush off.
Arthur found Eames’s hand in the dark and shook it, “Partners.”
------
Eames slid his eyes passed the mark’s sister. He was blatantly eyeing Arthur now. Even when he focused on all of his attention on mark, when he turned away from Eames, he could sense him. It was that sixth sense of his kicking in. But rather than helping him detach and use the information to his advantage as he would if Eames were someone tailing him, the information sent desires shooting through him in a way it hadn’t in a long time.
Arthur murmured an excuse to Miss Greensburg, they could always collect information tomorrow now that they had an in. Eames was leaning back, elbows on the bar. His quick eyes followed Arthur, and he shifted his hips, changed his stance subtly, ready to follow. Arthur gave an almost imperceptible jerk of his head and Eames pushed off the bar smoothly, tailing behind him.
Arthur walked into the alley next to the bar. He paused and turned back to see Eames backlit by streetlights, he wanted to trace his fingers along the edges of light.
“Arthur? Is there something you want to show me in this alley?”
“Not particularly,” said Arthur stepping closer to Eames, “I just wanted to get you out of that club.”
“Oh?” He arched an eyebrow, staying completely still as Arthur stepped into his personal space. “And why is that?”
“You don’t usually ask questions you already know the answers to.” Arthur observed with a smile before sliding his hand over the hard muscle of the forger’s sides gripping his waist and quickly turning him and pressing him hard against the brick wall before sliding their lips together.
With Eames pressed up against the wall, Arthur can feel every part of him with his body as he surged forward to lick into his mouth. Eames’s large strong hands were suddenly all over him, pressing and touching and feeling him and his mouth was so warm and wet. Eames groaned into his mouth and nipped at Arthur’s lower lip. Arthur wants. He ran his lips down Eames’s neck and enjoyed how ragged his breathing sounded.
“As hot as you screwing me up against this wall would be, how about we head back to the hotel? It is only just upstairs.”
Arthur pulled back to look at Eames, he could feel himself pouting. “Why?” He ground forward against Eames.
Eames bit back a moan and griped his hips hard. “Lube and so we can maintain the façade of professionalism.”
Arthur snorted, “Lube then.”
He backed away from Eames raking his eyes over his debauched form. Eames led the way back of out of the alley and Arthur followed, his hands carefully in his pocket, his eyes on Eames’s back, observing the way his shirt stretched tight over his broad shoulders.
Lust was buzzing through him in little shocks as they made their way back through the bar to the hotel behind and up the stairs to Arthur’s room. Arthur looked away from Eames for a moment and a sudden sense of wrongness pervaded his senses.
Were they being followed?
He whipped his head around and as he locked eyes with a familiar browned eyed man down the hall Arthur’s blood ran cold.
I need to kill you so that we can both wake up.
Phillips gave Arthur a small sad smile before disappearing down the stairs of the hotel.
How did he get here? He was in the alley with Eames and before that the bar and before that…
Arthur turned back to see Eames giving him a quizzical look as he slide the key card into the door. “Coming darling?”
Arthur gave a short nod and cast out his mind in the manner he had become accustomed to doing in dreams. It wasn’t a very large dreamscape. The Eames throwing him suggestive glances him the doorway of the room was real. He could feel one other true mind among dozens of projects of a familiar subconscious. His subconscious.
Eames was the dreamer. Arthur was the subject.
He couldn’t fathom why Eames would do this. Was it possible that this whole time Eames had been using him? Maybe he really didn’t think Arthur was worth saving, perhaps he was just worth more to Eames alive than dead. Or perhaps something had just come up during their last job with the Cobbs and Eames was being opportunistic. Either way Arthur would learn the truth.
He stepped into the room ready for one of the forger’s classic moves, but was entirely unprepared for the tentative hands ghosting over his face and the gentle press of lips to his forehead.
“Arthur,” Eames breathed and pulled Arthur close, just holding him.
“Eames…what,” said Arthur.
“Sorry,” said Eames. But rather than letting go he buried just one of his hands in Arthur’s hair and rested his forehead on Arthur’s shoulder. “I know I’m supposed to be jumping your bones, which I will get to in a moment. But I’ve wanted to just hold you for the longest time. I had no idea you felt any sort of genuine attraction towards me, so I thought I’d take advantage of this opportunity while I could in case this turns out to be a one time deal.”
Arthur found himself pulling Eames closer. “I am extremely attracted to you. I have been for a while,” Arthur admitted.
Eames pressed a kiss to the side of his neck in response.
“But I do have one question.”
“Hmm?”
Arthur pulled back a bit so he could look Eames in the eyes. “If you didn’t think I was attracted to you how did you plan on making this extraction work?”
Eames went entirely still, and Arthur dropped his arms and backed away from him. “I wasn’t…this isn’t an extraction.”
“I know we’re in a dream, don’t lie to me.”
“I didn’t see you check your totem,” Eames said almost in awe.
“I don’t have a totem,” Arthur said leaning back against the wall behind him.
Eames paused and frowned at him for a moment before shaking his head slightly. “You’re not like other people, are you?”
“No, I’m not,” Arthur slid down the wall to sit on the floor with a slight thump. “How long until the kick? Or should I just kill myself?”
“I lost track of time,” Eames admitted.
Arthur pulled out a gun from the back of his pants. It was oddly comforting to know that Eames imagined Arthur to always have a gun on his person.
“It wasn’t an extraction. The client just wanted to observe you in a dream. It was an odd request but as it wasn’t as invasive as an extraction I didn’t think there’d be much harm in it.” Eames sat down on the floor across from Arthur, he took a deep breath before looking at Arthur earnestly. “Arthur, you can trust me. You need to know that I-”
Arthur shot himself in the head.
Part III