what you want

by hypotheticalfanfic

Arthur knows what he wants, but he'll never say it. Arthur/Eames

"Look, you bloody wanker, just tell me what you want." Eames's voice is deceptively calm, if the panic in his eyes is anything to go by. "What do you want?"

Arthur can't even look at him. The tension in his shoulders, the shaking hands: he knows what he wants. He knows, but it doesn't matter. "I want you to go."

Eames steps closer, not quite touching Arthur. "No, you don't."

Arthur still can't look at him. "Yes, I do." He takes a step back, turns away from Eames, turns away from Eames's carefully controlled face and Eames's hands that want to touch him and Eames's goddamn eyes that look like he punched him but he didn't. "Get out of my house."

Arthur can still feel Eames standing there. Then, suddenly, he can't. He turns, instantly regretting, but it's too late. Eames is gone.