Inception Kink Fest

[cherrybina]

Welcome to the Inception fandom Kink Fest!

This fandom puts out some seriously amazing fic on a regular basis, but I am of the opinion that there should always always ALWAYS be more kinky porn. You guys, our fandom has guns and bondage and daddy issues and dream forgery. I say it's time to bring on the kink, yes?

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[osaki_nana_707]

Eames's eyelids felt heavy. At first, he thought surely he must have had a hangover from the night before, but then he remembered that he hadn't gone out drinking. He'd gone home early because he'd been more wiped out than usual and gone straight to bed

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"I'm from Seattle, Eames," Arthur said flatly, loosening his tie from around his neck. "Anyway, I figured I'd come check up on you, see if you needed anything. It'd be good if you got better quickly, since we're still on kind of a tight schedule."

"Cold hands, no remorse, I feel like I'm already at the hospital," Eames joked. "By me needing anything, what are the limitations on that?"

Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Because anything constitutes a lot of things, now doesn't it? Forgive me, Arthur, for wanting a bit of specificity."

"You're not funny," Arthur said, but one corner had quirked up on his mouth, almost revealing a dimple. Almost. "What did you have in mind, Mr. Eames?"

That almost sounded like an invitation.

Eames would surely take that.

"I can think of a few things," Eames said, and maybe he was dizzy from the fever and it made him so blunt about it, but he said, "I'd very much like to fuck you."

Arthur stared at Eames like he was insane, and Eames was just about to pipe up an embarrassed just kidding, when Arthur

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"You sure you don't want me to do that?" Eames asked.

"I imagine that unpleasant little fever of yours has made your limbs like lead. I think I can manage on my own."

Arthur had a point. Still, he was beginning to forget about the fever brought about by the Seattle rain, instead becoming submerged in the fever Arthur was giving him.

It was entirely too hot in the room

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Arthur was an expert, Eames was already discovering, as he lifted himself and then allowed himself to be impaled over and over again, like it was effortless, and Eames wondered why they hadn't done this sooner.

He vaguely remembered that Arthur was a shameless little cock tease though, and that made sense.

Arthur started babbling, picking up speed, and he was stroking himself now, and Eames was loving the show almost as much as the feeling of Arthur's tightness around him. "You like that? Fuck-- Fuck me. Show me what you're fucking made of."

Eames could hear Arthur's words but could no longer understand them, and the fever cocktail was maddening. He could hardly breathe, and his limbs had ached until they were hurting in the very best possible way. He was making noises, he knew, but he couldn't prevent them anymore than he could hear them. He was losing himself in the heat, and it was hot, hot, hotArthur was letting out little breathy sounds, rising in octave and in volume each time he slammed back down, and Eames thought Arthur

[photoclerk]

fffffffffffffffffffffffff YAY!

[fic_kitty]

I LOVED THIS. ALL THE PARTS OF THIS BUT ESPECIALLY THIS PART:

In Eames's fever-addled mind, he came to the conclusion that Arthur had given him the plague, just so he could make that joke

SO EPIC. SO EAMES. SO HOT. LIKE, METAPHORICALLY AS WELL AS PHYSICALLY HOT SINCE IT'S.... FEVER SEX... oh you know what I mean.

Hawt. Nom. :D

[fuzzyniffler]

fuck the hospital, I'll just die happy.

SUCH an appropriate reaction, no matter who you are. But especially Eames.

This was absolutely magnificently hot :D