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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Inception_(2010)
  Relationship:
      Arthur/Eames_(Inception), Arthur_(Inception)/Original_Male_Character
  Character:
      Arthur_(Inception), Eames_(Inception), Dom_Cobb, Mal_(Inception),
      Original_Male_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Unresolved_Sexual_Tension, Teacher-Student_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-27 Updated: 2012-12-01 Chapters: 5/? Words: 8522
****** Something To Remember You By ******
by LokiAndBaneGal
Summary
     He first notices the effect he has on people when he is a junior in
     high school, normally he adopted his 'shy virgin' way of looking at
     the world but he needs to get laid. And fast.
***** Something To Remember You By *****
He first notices the effect he has on people when he is a junior in high
school, normally he adopted his 'shy virgin' way of looking at the world but he
needs to get laid. And fast. While in Physics, he watches the expression on his
teacher's face when he completes an equation on the chalk board. Arthur stands
back looking at his work, places the chalk back on the groove under the green
board and wipes his hands. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Mr. Earles
watching and studying him.
Earles isn't disgustingly old. He's in his late thirties, Arthur guesses. A
thick mop of Auburn hair frames his face, metal-rimmed glasses poking through
the hair falling on his face. He is of average build, but if he were to work
out a little more, he could have the body of a god. Able to lift Arthur and
throw him right over his shoulder.
He studies every line and sinew of Arthur's body. Arthur is surprised the other
students don't notice how blatantly obvious he is about it.
"So do you like what you see?" Arthur seethes, not sure if he should be
flattered or disgusted.
"Unh…what?" Mr. Earles sputters, catching spit in his throat.
"The equation. It's right. Isn't it?" Arthur replies, hands moving to the
pockets of his khakis as he leans on the teacher's desk, eyeing him smugly.
Earles moves to the board, studying Arthur's work. "Very good, Arthur. At least
I know someone is paying attention in this class."
"Of course," Arthur mumbles, raising off of the desk and moving to saunter back
to his seat, sure that Earles watches his ass as he moves.
Arthur then starts to slack off in class, on purpose to make sure Mr. Earles
will offer to tutor him. Arthur is very proficient in physics and mathematics,
he is a straight-A student all the way. But Mr. Earles believes Arthur when he
suggests he needs more help this term. He offers to tutor him a couple days a
week.
However, Arthur just isn't getting the material so Mr. Earles offers to tutor
him after school everyday. And then he offers to meet Arthur in the public
library around the corner from the school on weekends. Pretty soon, they are in
each other's presence daily.
On the third week of tutoring, Arthur feigns realization of a certain equation
and beams at Mr. Earles who returns the smile. "If it weren't for you helping
me, I don't know what I would do. I'd be lost without you," Arthur says, his
hand going to the teacher's bicep innocently, then he grips his hand around the
firm muscle. "Wow, do you work out? Your arms are huge."
Mr. Earles chuckles and blushes. "Well, I go to the gym a few times a week.
Nothing major, just lifting and running mostly."
"Well, its working. Your body looks amazing." Arthur let's his hand slip down
to rest on the teacher's hand. "Oh, you're married?" Arthur's ability to fake
innocent sadness is a feat.
"Yes. For ten years now. You seem sad about that fact, Arthur. Why is that?"
Earles moves to fold his arms across his chest.
"I've seen the way you look at me. You spend so much time with me. I thought
maybe my stupid crush was being validated. Guess not." Arthur rakes a hand
through his hair, looking away from him.
"Arthur…" Earles starts but hesitates.
"Let me guess, you're going to give me some speech about the importance of
maintaining an appropriate teacher/student relationship?" He seethes, sitting
down at a desk in the physics lab.
"No. I was going to ask you if you're certain you want this. Because if we make
this step, there is no going back." Earles reasons with Arthur and it's all
Arthur can do to not kiss him right there.
Arthur gets up from his seat and walks over to where Earles is leaning against
the teacher's lab table. He takes the glasses off of Earles' face, placing them
on the desk and then rakes the fingers of one hand through Earles' hair,
squeezing the hair at the nape of his neck. He leans forward and kisses him,
languid and wet, slipping his tongue into his mouth and denying him of air
until Earles has to break away from him panting and sweaty.
"Arthur…need you. What do you want me to do to you?" Earles asks, breath
fighting for a place in his lungs.
Arthur pulls his hand out of Earles' hair and moves to undo his belt buckle, he
unbuttons and unzips his khakis and pulls out his half-hard cock. For a teen,
he has immense girth, as if it is his secret weapon. As of yet, he has been the
only one to touch his cock. Never had anyone so much as bump up against him
accidentally. He strokes himself slowly and watches as Earles cups himself
tight and squeezes.
"Suck me," Arthur hisses, his thumb moving over his slit painfully slow.
Earles get down to his knees quickly and moves until he is a centimeter away
from Arthur's cock, his hot breath ghosting over him in gentle puffs. Arthur
moves his cock into Earles' mouth, marveling at the wet heat enveloping him.
His hands are in the teacher's hair, and he is fucking his mouth and surprised
at how good this feels. He can feel his cock hitting the back of his throat and
it's not long before Arthur's hips are sputtering and he's painting his
teacher's mouth with his hot seed.
He collapses to the floor, half on top of Earles, half laying on the floor.
Earles moves on top of his student and begins kissing his neck, marking him.
Then licks a line from his adam's apple over his chin and licks across his lips
before kissing him soft and slowly. A few moments more of kissing and Arthur's
cock stirs again, with Earles' erection pressing against his hip.
"Can I fuck you, Arthur? Please let me fuck you…" Earles trails off and begins
to unzip and unbutton his corduroy pants before pulling Arthur's pants down his
legs and pulls them off.
"Yes," Arthur keens and lets Earles open his legs obscenely and spits in his
hand, then lubes up his cock. He positions himself at the puckered opening and
slides in quickly, as if Arthur was welcoming him in with loving arms.
Arthur arches his back and gasps, trying to get used to his impressive length
and girth. Earles leans over Arthur, watching him fall apart and he pulls
almost all of the way out and then slams back in and his balls slap against
Arthur's porcelain cheeks. Arthur wraps his legs around the teacher's waist,
holding against him tightly, his eyes shut painfully closed.
Earles adopts a steady, rhythmic pace, caught up in the tight heat of Arthur.
He bites his neck, nipping and suckling at the fire-hot flesh, continuing to
mark him. Arthur's opening tightens against him as he climaxes for the second
time, and he follows right after. Whispering "beautiful" in Arthur's ear before
filling him with what seems like gallons of his seed. He collapses on his
student for a few moments before moving off of him to fix himself and hand
Arthur his pants.
Arthur doesn't quite know how to feel, part of him is tired and his bones and
limbs ache like he has just finished a 5K marathon. Part of him feels like a
cockslut, in heat and wanton. Part of him finally feels like he knows what it
is to be a man, finally shedding the virgin persona. And the final part of him
feels disgusted and guilty for using Earles as a means to an end of virginity.
He also feels guilty towards Earles' wife as well, but that fades quickly once
he eyes the teacher raking his fingers through his hair, his cheeks flushed and
his pupils blown.
"I'd better get going, my mom will be expecting me home pretty soon," Arthur
says as he finishes getting dressed and packs his book bag. He throws it over
one shoulder and then moves to take off Earles' tie and stuffs it into his bag.
At Earles' questioning gaze, Arthur smiles. "Something to remember you by."
Arthur straightens himself and exit's the classroom, but not before winking at
his teacher who waves awkwardly as he watches him disappear.
Arthur uses the long walk home to emotionally stabilize himself. The left side
of his brain falls hard for Earles, wanting to wake up next to him in the
mornings and make dinner and raise children with him…or someone. The right side
of his brain is being logical. He can't be stupid enough to think a married man
would leave his wife for his student, his male student at that.
In that moment, Arthur decides pining for anyone's affection is a useless waste
of time. He decides love is a pathetic emotion used to disguise the need for a
physical release. He also decides he doesn't want to face Earles at all. Not
after he just lost his virginity to him.
He musses up his hair and skews his uniform tie. He then scratches at his neck
and pinches the skin to raise blood to the surface. He rips the button off of
his jeans and then pulls at a few stray hairs in his nose to make his eyes
water before walking into the house.
His mother jumps at the sight of his disheveled appearance and tear-soaked
face. 'I could be an Oscar-winner,' Arthur thinks to himself as he see his
mother's horrified face.
"Arthur?! What happened to you? Are you alright?" She asks, looking over her
tall son's body.
"No…" Arthur starts, sobbing shaking him as he spoke, "Mr. Earles…he…he…I
couldn't stop him…he was so strong…"
"Mr. Earles did this to you? I'm calling the police right now." She ran to the
phone dialing 911 and while her back was to Arthur, he smiled to himself and
then sat on the couch a bit too fast and squirms at the unease in his stomach
as he feels slight pain at his used-up entrance.
The police arrive at their doorstep in less than a half an hour. One of the
officers examine Arthur's body and administers a rape kit. They ask him a
series of questions which all ramble into each other.
They tell him to go to school as usual in the morning and go to the principal's
office. He watches from the glass doors as Mr. Earles is escorted out of school
grounds in handcuffs by two police officers, but not before shooting Arthur a
sidelong glance that, to Arthur, seems like it lasts an hour.
Bile rises up into his stomach and he dry heaves into a trashcan outside the
principal's office before running outside the door of the school and watches
Mr. Earles being loaded into a squad car and carted off.
A little piece of Arthur dies that day, the piece of him that yearns to love
someone, the piece of him that yearns to be loved. Arthur tells himself he
doesn't deserve to have love and he doesn't deserve to be anything more than an
acquaintance or fuck-buddy to anyone, to spare them the pain he was sure to
inflict upon them.
He graduates high school third in his class because he didn't want the
recognition that came with being valedictorian or salutatorian. He attends
college with a full scholarship in Physics. He has nameless sexual encounters
with men and women, and a professor whose class he drops after the encounter.
He graduates summa cum laude, his major in Physics and minor in Psychology,
specifically dream studies is what brings him to meet Dominic and Malorie Cobb.
Dom and Mal are fascinated by Arthur's intelligence and knowledge of the inner-
workings of dreams. They are also intrigued by his tidy physical appearance and
quiet nature. Dom introduces Arthur to the world of dream sharing one night
over coffee and pie. Dom slips in a sedative along with sugar into their coffee
and while they are sleeping, Mal connects them to the PASIV.
Arthur's thoughts are the exact opposite to his normal everyday appearance. It
is dark, scary and confusing. Arthur's memories of high school are shown to
Cobb, while Arthur is watching his teacher being dragged off, music plays in
the distance and gets louder. He jolts awake, sweaty and panting.
"The hell was that?" Arthur sputters, knocking over his cold, and ignored
coffee on the rug and scrambling to pull the needle from his wrist.
"Arthur, calm down. It was a dream, you were dreaming. I saw what happened to
you, I'm not judging you at all." Dom says, holding his arms out as to not
startle Arthur.
"It was like it was all so real. Like it was happening all over again. I was
sixteen and terrified all over again." Arthur says breathlessly, before letting
himself fall back against the couch.
"You have to learn that you can control these dreams, Arthur. You can make
things change in the dream, you can remove and add people…your own projections.
You can escape your mind in your dreams. Live a whole new life. Live out your
fantasies." Cobb says, calm and care seeping through his words.
Arthur adapts to dream sharing quickly, his authoritative nature helps him find
his role as a point man for the team and joins Cobb working at Cobol
Engineering. He's more subdued these days, only really coming alive in the
dream world, as Cobb suspected would happen. He's not very good with meeting
new people and he isn't very social except with Cobb and Mal.
When Mal dies, a piece of Arthur dies with her. She reminds him of his mother,
believing his lies and caring about him even if he feels he doesn't deserve it.
He gets used to being with Cobb for extended periods of time and develops a
small yet close bond with him. He trusts Cobb, he is his only friend and he
knows the most about him, more than anyone else knows.
It is only when Cobb introduces him to a clever and quick-witted forger named
Eames that he realizes his world is about to flipped upside-down.
***** Hot Coals and Melting Hands *****
Chapter Summary
     Arthur has never been one for conversation.
Dom was arranging a job in Mombasa, Kenya; Cobol Engineering's backyard. Dom
finds an abandoned warehouse to set up temporary shop. While Arthur is checking
the PASIV and making sure all eight cables are attached properly and all serums
are stored in the correct reservoirs, Dom is talking to Arthur about team
members they will need for the job. Arthur will run point of course, however
they are in need of a forger.
Dom suggests a forger he has met before on a few jobs in London, named Eames.
"Yeah, he is one of the best forgers I have ever seen. He can forge anything
from signatures to his personal appearance," Arthur's head snaps up at that
last statement, "yeah, he…uh…played a woman in one of our jobs. A gorgeous tall
blonde with huge boobs. I was so busy being flustered by the busty blonde that
I didn't realize it was Eames behind the façade. It wasn't enjoyable when we
woke up and Eames couldn't stop laughing at me." He cleared his throat and went
to his briefcase and pulled out a file.
"Yeah, I believe Eames will be a nice addition to our moving team here. Take a
look at his file, I'm going to make a phone call and see if he is interested."
Dom hands Arthur the file being pulling out his phone and moving out of earshot
dialing a number.
Arthur opens the file, his eyes immediately go to the photo of Eames. A tall,
strong build with broad shoulders and creamy tanned skin. His golden blonde-
brown hair was slicked back behind his ears and parted on the left side. A good
strong nose in the middle of his face, and underneath was a full rosy-pink
mouth. A piece of him was reminded of Mr. Earles but he was sure he was just
imagining the similarities.
He finally manages to pull his focus from Eames' photo long enough to read
through his limited personal background as documented by Cobol Engineering. He
reads through the various jobs he has worked on, his abilities in the field,
but then he finds himself looking back to the photo. He pulls it from its spot
paper clipped to the file, flips it over and reads scribbled writing "Eames.
London. 31 years old." He pockets it before he knows what he is doing.
Dom comes back into the main area and finishes his phone call. "Eames said yes.
He will be arriving in the afternoon, you can pick him at the airport around
5pm. We should end here for the night and go back to the hotel." Arthur
silently hands him the file and begins to pack up the PASIV and his small
briefcase.
Dom and Arthur drive back to the hotel in relative silence, parting as Arthur
goes into his room and bids him goodnight. He puts his briefcase on the desk in
the room and puts the PASIV on the chair in front of the desk. He undresses and
showers, putting on a loose pair of boxer briefs before settling under the
unwelcomingly flat comforter. He sets the alarm for 3pm to give him time to
make it to the airport at a reasonable time.
Arthur doesn't dream much outside of dream sharing, but this night he dreams of
golden strands of hair and full rosy-pink lips. He imagines how Eames' smile
looks and what his voice sounds like. Flashes of police car lights and
discarded ties combine with flashes of Eames and Arthur wakes in a cold sweat.
He makes his way to the washroom and splashes cold water on his face. He goes
to where his luggage was left and opens a hidden compartment in the bottom. He
pulls out a ratty tie and runs his fingers over the frayed silk for a moment
then puts it back in the compartment and closes his luggage, returning to bed.
He sleeps fitfully dreamless, turning and tossing the rest of the night and
into the day. He wakes to the sound of the alarm, the sheets and comforter have
been kicked off the bed in his sleep. He shuts off the alarm and lays in bed a
second before moving to take a quick shower. The boiling hot water feels
marvelous over his aching muscles, he stays in the spray until it starts to run
cold. He dresses in slacks, a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a
vest. He climbs in the car and makes his way to the airport, stopping at one of
the small shops for coffee.
He makes it about ten feet from the kiosk before going back and buying another
coffee for Eames. He mentally kicks himself for thinking and rethinking about
if Eames will want three sugars for his coffee or if he likes non-dairy creamer
or if he will even want any coffee at all. He ends up asking for a bag and
fills it with sugar, sweetener, creamer, half & half, stirrers and napkins. By
the time he reaches the waiting area, he barely touches his coffee but prepares
it anyway in case he changes his mind.
He overhears the landing announcement for Eames' plane and tenses. He decides
to stare into his coffee until he sees the rush of people from the gate. He
searches over faces until he realizes he doesn't see Eames. The gate is about
to close when he spots Eames walking gingerly through the opening carrying a
briefcase over one shoulder and luggage over the other. Eames catches his eye
and smiles at him. Arthur mentally notes that this crooked smile is the sexiest
thing ever. Eames is wearing dark grey slacks and a hideous brown shirt with a
plaid collar to it, and if he wasn't so attractive Arthur would have thought
twice.
"Mr. Eames. I'm-" Arthur begins but Eames cuts him off.
"Arthur, I presume. Cobb described you perfectly." Eames puts out a hand for
Arthur to shake when he sees the coffee preventing a proper handshake.
Arthur hands him one of the coffees. "This is for you." And moves to shake the
hand that isn't holding a coffee.
"Thank you, Arthur. Very thoughtful of you, darling." Eames smiles
appreciatively and makes an obscene noise when he takes a sip of his beverage.
"No problem." Arthur nods his head in the direction of the exit, and starts to
walk out making sure Eames is following.
He opens the trunk for Eames to set his bags in. And then walks around to the
driver's side and gets in. Eames gets in and sips the lot of his coffee before
buckling in.
Arthur hopes the ride will be as silent and visibly tenses as Eames starts to
talk.
"So Arthur. Cobb tells me you graduated with a major in Physics and a minor in
Psychology." Eames says conversationally, as his gaze shifts to Arthur's
intense gaze on the road.
"Yeah." Arthur has never been one for conversation.
"He also told me you aren't very conversational but I was hoping that was
wrong." Eames groans and rubs at his neck.
"I'm more of a quiet type, I guess…" Arthur trails off, eyes focused on the
green signs on the highway.
"Yes, I can see that." Eames says, leaning his head back on the headrest to nap
for the rest of the drive and Arthur couldn't be happier. He sneaks a peek
every now and again to watch as Eames' chest rises and falls, his mouth agape
as light snores escape.
Arthur parks the car in the garage and turns the engine off. He watches Eames
for a few minutes, then lightly taps his shoulder. No response. He gently
shakes him. Still nothing. He taps his leg. Eames stirs but only groans. Arthur
grows a bit agitated and leans over to tape Eames on his chest with the palm of
his hand. His hand lingers on his pectorals. Tight, firm stone greets him. He
glides across and down his chest before he realizes Eames has opened his eyes.
He pulls his hand back with lightning speed as if Eames chest is hot coals and
his hand is melting.
"Enjoying the view, are we?" Eames says softly, Arthur's face is still just
inches away and can feel Eames' breath over his lips with every word.
Arthur moans his response. He tries to speak, he really tries. But all that
comes out is, "Nggh hmm." Which makes Eames' blood boil that he actually is
able to watch Arthur fall apart in front of him without even having to touch
him.
Before Arthur can realize what he is doing, he leans in and attacks Eames'
mouth. Nipping at those rosy-pink lips, suckling them and moaning as Eames'
tongue snakes out to wrestle with his own tongue. Eames' heavy hand raises up
to hold Arthur's face. That's when Arthur's eyes shoot open and he pulls back
quickly, hitting his head on the driver's side window.
Eames adopts a confused look on his face, holding his hands out in front of him
not wanting to frighten the smaller man.
Arthur turns back to face the wheel. "Please don't tell Cobb. I don't know what
I was thinking…" Arthur trails off, exiting the car and popping the hood. Eames
still is confused, but gets out of the car and walks around to the trunk and
picks up his luggage and briefcase. Arthur silently closes the trunk and walks
out of the garage, Eames follows.
Arthur directs him to his room, opening the door for him and placing his room
key on the desk. "We can go ahead and sleep the rest of the day, long day
tomorrow." When Arthur goes the turn around to leave, Eames drops his bags to
the floor and grabs Arthur by his vest and pushes him up against the door as it
closes.
Arthur has a stunned look on his face, surprised that Eames is so strong but
with muscles bulging through that hideous shirt he shouldn't be surprised at
all. Eames cups Arthur through his slacks and he can't stop the groan that
escapes his lips.
Eames squeezes Arthur's crotch eliciting another groan. He fists his free hand
into Arthur's hair. "Arthur…you are so beautiful, do you know that?" Eames
whispers into Arthur's mouth before licking across his lips. Arthur's hands
find their way to Eames' chest and he unbuttons his shirt to find abs and
tattoos littering his skin, he rubs up and down the flawless skin as if he is
discovering it.
"Like it when you touch me there. Turns me on. And you're such a skittish one.
If I wasn't holding you here, I swear you would be running away from me. Can't
wait to see what you look like when I make you cum." Eames grinds his hips
against Arthur so he can feel his growing erection.
"Fuck me," Arthur pleads, not caring how desperate he sounds as he claws at
Eames' chest.
Eames raises his hand from Arthur's crotch up over his stomach to his chest to
his neck and rests at his cheek. "No, Arthur. You're not ready for that yet."
"Not ready? I'm not a fucking virgin. What the fuck am I waiting for?" Arthur
whines, shaking his head.
"Well, I can see you're ready to be fucked. But I'm over those days in my life.
I want to make love to someone. Make love to you." He runs the back of his hand
down Arthur's cheek. "Has anyone ever made love to you before, Arthur?"
Arthur bites his lip and dips his head down. "I'm not the kind of man you make
love to." He picks his head up and looks into Eames' deep grey eyes. "I'm the
guy you fuck. I have no clue why you suppose otherwise." Arthur moves to
unbutton his vest and shirt before Eames' heavy hand stops him.
"I don't fuck, Arthur. If that is what you're into, that's fine. But I want to
make love to you. Kiss you while I please you, wake up next to you every
morning. I want to love someone. And maybe someday that person can be you, when
you're feeling better about yourself. When you're not so broken. You're falling
apart under my hands even as we speak." Eames steps back from where he crowded
the point man.
"I'm always going to be broken, Mr. Eames. It's my own damn fault. So don't get
your hopes up." Arthur sadly smiles, buttoning himself and straightening his
hair.
Eames leans in and captures Arthur's mouth, asserting his dominance by slowing
the kiss where Arthur tries to rush it. Lightly pecking while Arthur tries to
deepen the kiss.
Eames pulls back, cupping Arthur's face. "You won't be broken if you don't want
to be, Arthur. Goodnight, darling." Eames whispers as he turns the knob and
Arthur scoots around Eames to exit.
"Goodnight, Mr. Eames." Arthur says barely above his breath and walks back to
his room. He collapses onto the bed, not taking his clothes off before wrapping
himself up in the blanket.
Eames will never admit to the heartache he feels hearing Arthur's quiet sobs
from next room.
***** Let Me In *****
Chapter Summary
     Arthur lets Eames in on his past.
Arthur wakes in a bundle of uncomfortable sheets and blankets. His shoes have
been kicked off in his sleep and the heat of the room has drenched his dress
shirt so that it clings to his neck and chest. He unwraps himself from the
blankets and leans up, mussing up his hair a bit before wiping a hand down his
face.
He climbs over the mass of blankets at the edge of his bed and jumps down onto
the floor. He shakily makes his way to the bathroom and undresses. He enters
the shower stall, turning on the water at full blast. The boiling hot water
does nothing to quell the urge to touch his swiftly growing erection. He turns
the knob on the faucet a complete turn to begin taking an ice cold shower.
The icy water still doesn't help him. He decided to succumb to the aching need
pooling in his belly. He attacked himself as if he didn't really want to orgasm
but he was doing it almost as a reflex. Hurting himself in the process.
Squeezing too tight, stroking too fast. He climaxed in minutes, shivering in
the cold spray. He exits the shower, grabbing the towel from behind the door
and wrapping it around his waist.
He makes his way back to the bedroom, searching through his luggage to find
something to wear. He settles for simple grey slacks, a grey and white striped
dress shirt and a grey tie. He slicks his hair back, combing it perfectly and
gets dressed.
He makes his way out of the room and pauses in front of Eames' door before
moving forward to knock on Cobb's door. Cobb answers the door within minutes
and Arthur has to keep himself in check when he takes in the sight of the man
seated in the corner.
Eames.
Eames was slightly slumped over in an armchair. His hair was unkempt, his
clothing was disheveled as well. Arthur also noticed Eames was still wearing
the clothing he wore yesterday. Cobb moves out into the hallway to join Arthur
and quietly shuts the door behind him.
"I hear you and Eames had quite an introduction last night. He's a wreck,
Arthur." Cobb says softly, yet worried.
"I didn't mean to come onto him like I did. It just happened." Arthur choked
out.
"Eames isn't one to fuck around, Arthur. He needs to know the truth about you.
You need to tell him about what happened to you in high school. He's worried
that he may have crossed the line with you." Cobb looked back at Arthur
expectantly.
"I crossed the line, not him." Arthur spoke, barely above a whisper.
"Well, we are postponing the extraction until tomorrow. You're going to talk to
Eames right now. I'm going to take your room and get some shut eye, consoling
someone all night hurts my sleep schedule." Cobb fishes his room key out of his
pocket and hands it to Arthur, and Arthur repeats the action with his own room
key. Dom disappears into the hotel room and Arthur is left in the hallway
alone.
He takes a deep breath before sliding the magnetic key into the slot and
turning the knob to enter the room. He walks slowly over to Eames' sleeping
form and puts a hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him. He wakes with a
start, not remembering where he was for a moment.
"Arthur?! How did you..? Where's Dom?" Eames asks, running a hand through his
unruly hair.
"Dom is in my room. He suggested I come talk to you." He has been staring at
his hands the whole time, but raises his eyes to meet Eames'. "I'm sorry about
last night. You should know why I am the way I am. And why you could be
a…trigger for me. I want you to know everything before you decide if you really
want me."
Eames leans up in the arm chair, running a hand over his face. "You have my
full attention, Arthur."
"When I was in high school, I had this teacher. Mr. Earles. He taught Physics.
I was very smart and I had straight-As and everything. But when I realized he
was paying me more attention in class than everyone else, I got excited. I was
still a virgin and I was anxious to get laid, I was hungry for it and I figured
he could help me with that. I started to slack off and feign ignorance on
equations. He used to tutor me after school, sometimes at the library down the
street." Arthur looks back to his hands and starts rubbing them together
anxiously.
"Keep going, Arthur." Eames spoke softly.
"Well one day, I made a move on him just to see what he would do. He actually
asked me if I was sure this was what I wanted. I assumed he would take what he
wanted from me without so much as another word. But he asked me and I said yes.
He did what I asked him to, everything I asked him to. He asked if he could
fuck me, I said yes. He left hickeys on my neck and he came inside me. I felt
alive. I felt loved. I felt whole. And I kept his tie that day, as well. I take
it with me everywhere…Anyway…but on the way home, those good feelings were
replaced with disgusting ones. I tore at my clothes and messed up my hair, I
scratched at my hickeys and made them look worse. When I arrived home, my
mother took in the sight of me and lost it. I told her Mr. Earles raped me. The
cops made me do a rape kit and of course they found traces of his semen. The
cops came to school the next day, arrested him in front of the whole school. I
ruined a man's life because I didn't want to face him after losing my virginity
to him. What kind of a monster does that to someone?" Arthur's last words are
choked out as he starts to sob silently.
Eames gets up from the armchair and sits down next to Arthur on the bed. He
hesitates as he lifts a hand to console the younger man. "Arthur, can I hold
you, please?"
Arthur moves into Eames' open arms quickly and sobs openly. "This doesn't
change my attraction to you. But it does answer questions regarding your self-
worth and your stunted emotions." Eames lifts Arthur's head to look into his
eyes. "You're not a monster. You are a beautiful man who has been through a
traumatic experience. I still am attracted to you, even more now that you have
let me in." Arthur's sobs start to subside as Eames rubs his back. "Lie down,
Arthur." Eames instructs.
Arthur lays down and Eames unties Arthur's shoes and removes them, followed by
his socks, then his tie, his dress shirt, his belt, and finally his slacks so
he is completely undressed save for his boxer briefs. Eames follows suit and
undresses for Arthur to see. Leaving on his boxers and climbing into bed next
to the younger man. He moves the blankets to cover both of their bodies and
shifts Arthur to lay him on his chest.
"I know you didn't sleep well, Arthur. I heard you. I didn't sleep at all
myself. We can sleep now. We're both safe here. In each other's arms. I promise
to keep you safe." Eames closed his eyes as he heard soft snores escape
Arthur's mouth.
***** Slow Yet Deliberate *****
Chapter Summary
     A desperate moment leads to trust between the Forger and the Point
     Man.
Eames wakes to the sound of soft, keening moans, he looks to the clock on the
nightstand that reads 4:03am. He looks over to find Arthur biting his bottom
lip, squeezing his eyes shut tight. He then notices the abrupt way Arthur's
chest is rising and falling. Following Arthur's silhouette down the mattress,
he realizes Arthur is masturbating.
The comforter they are laying under languidly rises and falls with every stroke
Arthur gives himself. Eames waits and listens for a few moments until he hears
Arthur's strangled sobs of frustration.
Eames leans over, removing the blanket and covers Arthur's hand with his own.
Arthur instantly tenses.
"Arthur, let me help you," Eames croons, removing Arthur's hand from his rock-
hard erection. Eames then slides closer to him, their sides flush together. He
begins to pump Arthur's cock slowly, squeezing the base every time his hand
descends. He kisses Arthur's neck and chest before rising on all fours,
freezing his movement on Arthur.
"I want you to relax, Arthur. Can you do that for me?" Eames whispers into the
Point Man's ear. Arthur nods and the Forger leans down to circle his tongue
around Arthur's left nipple before suckling it until it forms a hard nub, doing
the same to the right nipple.
Arthur's mewling was music to Eames' ears. He moves further down the mattress,
stopping to lean over Arthur's veined erection. His breath ghosts over the
purple weeping head before his hot slick tongue snakes out to taste Arthur's
essence.
Arthur's hand instinctively went to the back of the forger's head. He
tentatively laces his fingers through soft silky golden locks.
"You like where this is going I take it?" Every breath of Eames' words sends
shivers down Arthur's cock. The point man nods and Eames licks the underside of
Arthur's pulsing hard-on before swallowing down the entire length in one go,
hollowing his cheeks and squeezing his lips around the shaft on his way back up
towards the head, pulling off with an obscene pop.
Eames continues on sucking the point man for what seems like hours before
abruptly getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. He comes back to the
bed holding his toiletry bag. He rummages through it for a moment before
pulling a small bottle of lube.
"We're going to need a lot of this, if you want to fuck me, darling." Eames put
the lube in Arthur's hand before pulling off his underwear and laying on his
back, his legs bent at the knees with his feet firmly planted on the mattress.
Arthur adopts a shell-shocked expression. "You want me to fuck you? W-wouldn't
it be easier for you to fuck me?"
"I want you to take my virginity, Arthur. I've never let anyone have me like
this. I trust you to be gentle with me. Do you not trust yourself?" Eames' grey
eyes glisten in the dim moonlight cascading into the room.
"I trust that I won't hurt you. I don't want to hurt you, Eames. I've never
actually imagined our first time to be like this though." Arthur leans up on
shaky legs and kneels between Eames' thighs.
"I've imagined myself buried inside you, making you scream my name while you
scratch my back." Eames steadied himself, palming his own growing erection.
Arthur leans down and kisses Eames' thighs and leaves quick kisses at the head
of the forger's cock and on his meaty scrotum. He snakes his tongue out to
taste the puckered opening, swirling his tongue around it before pushing it
past the knotted ring.
The forger gasps when his barrier is breached. Arthur then coats his fingers
generously to finger the older man. One finger slowly turns to three before
Eames is begging to be fucked.
Arthur leans up and coats his cock heavily before lining himself with Eames'
opening. He locks eyes with the man underneath him. "Are you ready?"
"More ready than I care to admit, darling," Eames sighs, running a hand
possessively down Arthur's chest.
Arthur then pushes in slowly and sits there, allowing the forger to get used to
the girth. Eames lifts his legs up and more open to give Arthur more room.
"Bloody hell! Fucking move, Arthur," Eames moans, one hand clutching at the
comforter.
Arthur begins to move agonizingly slow yet deliberate, wanting Eames to beg for
more. Eames starts to clutch at Arthur's waist, signaling for the point man to
fuck him harder.
Arthur pulls almost all the way out then slams back in, hitting the forger's
prostate. Eames moans his approval and Arthur begins to fuck him steadily. He
grabs the older man's hips and slams into him, feeling his orgasm closing in.
He reaches down to stroke Eames' cock and within minutes the forger explodes
across his palm and his own chest. Eames' entrance clamps around the point man
and he fills the older man with at least a gallon of his seed. Arthur collapses
on his lover's chest as they both catch their breath. He slowly pulls out and
lays down next to Eames after a few moments.
He leans up, studying the forger's face before reaching out to stroke his
cheek, turning Eames' face so they are looking at each other. He kisses him
gently, suckling his bottom lip before breaking away to look into soulful grey
eyes.
For the first time in years, he has given power to someone else by first
trusting himself. If he is honest with himself, this thought terrifies him. But
it also excites him. The idea that maybe redemption truly is possible, if only
in this moment. 'It is truly worth it,' he thinks to himself as those grey eyes
sparkle and twinkle at him.
***** Dream A Little Dream Of Me *****
Chapter Summary
     Arthur finds a clever way to spend time with Eames before they part
     ways.
Within a few days, the extraction job was done. It had been a success with Cobb
extracting from the son of a small business owner who admitted, in the dream,
of stealing from his father for years and using the money to invest in his own
business.
Arthur and Eames had permanently moved into Cobb’s room, with Cobb taking up
residence in Arthur’s room.
Arthur was beginning to relax around Eames more and more. Openly smiling at him
and rolling his eyes when Eames made fun of his polished exterior and
animalistic interior.
However, soon the time came to part ways. Cobb caught wind of a job in Buenos
Aires, while Eames was asked to join up with a nearby chemist named Yusuf.
Eames had thought of asking Arthur to accompany him, but given Arthur’s loyalty
to Cobb, he thinks not to ask.
Eames was packing up the last of his things for his flight in a couple of hours
as Arthur watched. Suddenly, Arthur left quietly leaving Eames confused. Less
than a minute later Arthur comes back holding a large silver case which he
throws down on the bed.
The PASIV.
At Eames’ look of confusion, Arthur finally speaks up. “Thirty minutes. That’s
all I’m asking for. An hour here gives us six hours in the dream. I don’t know
when I’m gonna see you next and I want to spend as much time with you as
possible.”
Eames looks intently at Arthur, narrowing his eyes then smiling. He zips his
duffel and moves it to the floor near the door. “Well, what are we waiting for
then?” He smirks.
Arthur kneels down on the bed pulling out two IV’s, laying one on the bed next
to him for Eames. The forger sits down and rolls up one sleeve before turning
to the point man.
“So who’s going to be the dreamer, darling?” Eames asks, rolling up his other
sleeve.
“I’ll be the dreamer. I have an idea that I’d like to try.” Arthur says,
setting the timer for an hour and moving to kiss Eames. He lays down. “See you
in there.” He then pushes the needle in his wrist and pushes the center button
on the PASIV. Blackness engulfs his world.
Eames moves a heavy hand across Arthur’s chest and up to his face, caressing
his cheek. He then slips the needle into his own arm and before he sees it
coming a black abyss swallows him whole.
Eames enters the dream world, looking around at the landscape encasing him as
he walks down a corridor. It’s a school, and by the look of the teens loitering
the halls he can tell it is a high school. He continues walking until he sees a
door marked “Mr. Earles, Physics, Grade 10”. He looks inside and an older man
who he assumes to be Mr. Earles is leaning over a student sitting in a chair.
As Eames looks closer at the student, he recognizes his features. The student
is Arthur.
He attempts to open the door but it is locked. He tries rapping on the door but
the two inside don’t seem to hear him.
“You can’t stop it from happening. I’ve tried already. It has to happen this
way apparently.” Arthur’s voice stops Eames dead in his tracks. Arthur’s eyes
are fixed on his projections of his younger self and his teacher, not even
looking at Eames once. “You should pay attention, you don’t want to miss this.”
Eames tears his eyes away from Arthur and looks back into the classroom.
Teenage Arthur is trying his best to find any excuse to touch his teacher.
Groping his bicep and then he notices the ring on his hand and is visibly
upset. Eames is surprised when he watches the younger Arthur get up and move to
kiss his teacher with every ounce of fervor in his body and then unzips himself
and his teacher is on his knees in front of him.
Eames can feel bile rising in his throat but he chokes it down and continues to
watch as Arthur’s teacher then proceeds to climb on top of him and fucks him.
He wouldn’t call what he is seeing “making love” because to him it is more like
statutory rape and it disgusts him. He watches as Arthur gets redressed and
takes Earles’ tie, swinging his messenger bag over his shoulder as he exits the
classroom and proceeds to walk straight past Arthur and Eames.
“We have to follow him.” Arthur says, before quickly catching up to his younger
self with Eames not far behind. Younger Arthur stops abruptly a few steps from
his neighborhood and proceeds to adjust himself. He runs a hand through his
hair and pulls at his tie a bit. He claws at his neck, pinching and scratching
at the surface. He pulls the button off of his jeans and then makes his eyes
water.
He walks into the house and then closes the door behind him, blocking Arthur
and Eames from walking in. “This is when my mother sees me and the look of
horror on her face…I won’t ever forget it. I had to get her to believe me,
believe the fact that I was raped. I was ashamed of myself. And I didn’t want
to get in trouble so I turned the story around and got Mr. Earles in trouble. I
got that man fired, put in jail…all because I was jealous of what he had. What
I could never have.” Arthur looks to Eames now.
“But you were just a child. You can’t blame yourself for what he should have
discouraged you from. He’s the adult here, Arthur. How could you know anything
about right and wrong concerning sex?” Eames stopped when he realized he was
shouting.
“I was a child who seduced a man. He wanted me, and I gave myself to him and
then took away every chance he had of having a successful career and a happy
marriage. He--” Arthur chokes off a sob before starting again. “He killed
himself the day after the cops took him away in handcuffs from school. If it
wasn’t for me, he would be alive and well.” Arthur slides to the ground in a
heap, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
Eames runs a hand through his hair and moves to sit down next to Arthur. “You
know, my father was an alcoholic. He had been for years during my childhood. My
mother used to say ‘I’m not mad at the substance. I’m mad at the man who can’t
get enough of it.’ And Arthur, she was right. If it hadn’t have been you, it
would have been another beautiful boy. Dangle a steak in front of a tiger and
what is he gonna do?” Eames wipes at Arthur’s eyes.
“So you don’t think I should blame myself for all this?” He asked, snuggling
closer to Eames.
“Not in the slightest. And the fact that he committed suicide after being
carted off only adds to the suspicion that he was truly a pedophile and that
there may have been other students that he got to. I believe you should let
this go. Leave him behind. If anything, you should be worried about the
predator sitting next to you.” Eames closes his eyes and leans his head back as
Arthur’s head whips to the side to looks at Eames’ cool composure. “After all,
I’m much more handsome than he is.”
Arthur laughs outright at Eames and leans over to kiss him. Eames smiles into
the kiss and cups Arthur’s face. As Arthur leans back from him, Eames smiles
again. “There’s nothing you could say or show me to keep me away from you,
Arthur. You’ve shown me the toughest side of you and here I am, still wanting
to kiss every inch of you and make you mine. So I think you should stop trying
to push me away. I’m not going anywhere love.” Eames ruffled a hand through
Arthur’s hair as Arthur scowled and patted his hair down.
“We’ve only got a couple minutes left here. Let’s walk for a bit, yeah?” Arthur
says as he stands and extends a hand down to help Eames up.
They walk down Arthur’s old street towards a park where children are running
around and parents are monitoring them. As their feet hit the grass lining the
park, white blinds their eyes and an annoying beep floods their senses. They
are back in the real world, the dream has collapsed.
Arthur wakes first, reaching in his pocket and pulls out his loaded die,
rolling it around in his hand a few times. Eames follows after him, grabbing
his poker chip.
“Drive me to the airport?” Eames asked, getting his things together, not making
eye contact with Arthur.
“Yeah, ‘course.” Arthur said, moving to grab his keys.
The car ride to the airport was silent except for the tension in the air which
was as loud as a sonic boom. Arthur helped Eames into the main area of the
airport, where they had to part ways.
Eames set down his bags and extends a hand to Arthur. Arthur looks at his hand
and hesitates before reaching out his own hand. Eames grabs Arthur’s hand and
shakes it professionally before pulling him into an embrace before leaning in
to kiss him passionately in front of everyone in the airport.
“I’m going to miss you, Arthur. Whenever you need a thief or forger for a job,
be sure Cobb lets me know, yes?” Eames smiled at Arthur, melting him from the
inside.
“Definitely. Have a safe trip. Call me when you land.” Arthur steps back and
runs a hand through his hair.
Eames smiles and nods, turning and walking off. Arthur begins his walk back to
the car and as he reaches his hand into his pocket for his keys, he feels
something else. He pulls out his keys and a piece of paper. It’s a note from
Eames.
‘I love you, Arthur’ is all it reads. Arthur drops his keys and slumps to the
ground in a heap, touching the note in his hands.
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