Disclaimer + Author's Notes:
Well obviously, I do not own the characters and anything related to Inception. They belong to Christopher Nolan and whoever else made money from that brilliant movie.
Italics are character's thoughts in their head
Oh please note that I have no beta for this, so ignore any mistakes.
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01: Homewrecker (by Marina and the Diamonds)
Deception and perfection are wonderful traits.
One would breed love,
The other hate.
You'll find me in the lonely hearts.
Under "I'm after a brand new start"
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The music was now blaring like someone was banging his head against the wall. Then again, he was in a gay club, so that was probably to be expected. When he entered the building earlier this evening, the music was thoroughly welcomed since he did come here to find some sort of escape from all the bullshit happening in his life.
Now it seemed like a nuisance or perhaps if you wanted specifics, an ex boyfriend that cheated on you.
This sort of environment was foreign to him. Normally, he'd rather be curled up on his couch watching some good old fashioned television and not spend it barely conscious on a club's bar counter like the town drunk.
"Hey mister! Fill me another shot!" the man hollered, louder than intended, at the half-naked, extremely sexy bartender a few feet away from him.
He got a judgmental glare from across the counter.
"What the hell man? I said fill her up!" the black haired man loudly demanded again at the bartender.
The bartender narrowed his eyes before approaching the surly man, stared him directly in the eyes and said, "Look man, I think you've got enough alcohol in your body for now. Take a breather. I'm not serving you anymore tonight."
"What?" the man exclaimed hotly as he glared at the bartender who began picking up his empty shot glasses in front of him.
"Wait. Do you want more money? Here," he said before fishing out a few bills from his pocket, not bothering to count just exactly how much. Still, the point was made and the bartender just looked at him.
"Okay there," he urged the bartender, gesturing wildly with his fingers the amount of bills layered in front of both of them. "See? I'll pay you double the price. Just fucking give me more tequila."
The handsome bartender just shook his head, "Listen, I told you I ain't serving you anymore alcohol. So why don't you go home and rest before you start making a scene here that you'll definitely regret tomorrow."
"Are you threatening me?" he replied hotly, obviously not liking that his bribery didn't work one bit.
"Just some friendly advice," the bartender said with a smile as he continued taking away his shot glasses from him. The man just scowled in return earning a chuckle from his adversary.
"Besides," the bartender continued, "these bills," he gestured at the cash, "ain't even enough to give you a glass of Coke alone." And with that, the bartender turned around to attend to the empty glasses.
The man just stared at the back of the bartender, unsure exactly what to do at this point. He probably sure he was reeking of desperation, but in a situation like this, being drunk was the only thing that would numb the pain he was feeling inside.
"Fine, I'll pay you triple!" he said a little quieter than his previous outburst, but still was pretty loud nonetheless.
"No."
"I'll suck your dick."
"No."
"I'll let you fuck me!"
"Go home," the bartender said with finality without even turning around as he continued working.
The man's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Fuck," he murmured as he closed his eyes as he tried to block out the headache that he felt coming.
From the corner of his eye, he could see a couple of guys staring at him while clutching their drinks. They're probably judging him from his little conversation with the bartender. He already knew what they were thinking about. Probably thinking just how much of a slut this guy is. Most likely pitying him as well from the fact that he offered to have sex with the bartender for a few more drinks.
And if there's one thing Arthur Hansen hated most in the world, it was pity.
"What the hell are you looking at?" he snarled at them as he aggressively turned his body towards them. The group of guys stared at him for a few more seconds, before dispersing into the crowd, still clutching their drinks with them.
Arthur was about to make a new snide comment when a sudden pain in the head shot through him. Great, he thought, haven't even napped and I'm already getting a fucking hangover.
Of course, he really shouldn't be surprised given he drank more than ten shots of tequila and god knows what else. He let out an undecipherable groan when another wave of pain hit him, this time so intense he actually had to clutch his head.
I am not looking forward to waking up tomorrow… And it's Ari's engagement party too. Just great. Just fucking great.
The third wave of pain signaled Arthur that it, finally, was time to leave the bar and head straight home.
Arthur raised his head slowly and surveyed his surroundings, trying to find the location of the exit. All he saw, however, were literally dozens of bodies all grinding up one another. That and fuel in all the alcohol he ingested, it was, understandable for him not to find it.
Great. I don't even know where the fucking exit is. How the fuck am I supposed to go home now?
"Uhh, excuse me," he said back to the bartender.
"Look man, I'm going to start ignoring you right now so you can get up and leave. I'm not serving you anymore," the bartender growled with annoyance, not even bothering to turn around to face Arthur.
The black haired drunk was about to explain the situation he was in, but the bartender beat him to the punch by swiftly making his way towards the other end of the bar, ignoring Arthur completely.
Arthur gave out a huff of annoyance at the bartender's attitude. Good job Arthur. Didn't you graduate at the top of your class? How on earth did you fall down from grace oh so quickly? I swear, you-
The black haired man stopped ranting in his head when he felt someone staring at him. From the corner of his eye, he can tell the person two or three seats away from him was indeed staring. Slowly, he turned his head.
A pair of green eyes was staring at him. Arthur momentarily lost his breath because the guy staring at him was one of the most handsome specimens he had ever laid eyes on. The guy before him was an absolute hunk, green eyes staring back at him with the utmost lust. His cropped brown hair perfectly framed his rugged face. His lips were moist from the beer he was sipping on and was still sipping on. And his body, well let's just say he had the body of a Greek statue. Not that he was naked, no. Arthur could see from the black v-neck and jeans this guy was wearing, his muscles were practically outlined to perfection.
And hello, are those fucking tattoos I see poking out from underneath that shirt?
"Uh, can I help you?" Arthur nervously asked the sex-on-legs before him. He gave a small, nervous swallow as the guy nonchalantly sipped his beer, while he stared at Arthur.
And with that, he continued referring to that guy as sex-on-legs.
"You looking for the exit?" sex-on-legs asked with an accent, still sipping that bottle of beer he was dangling in his right hand.
Arthur slowly gave a nervous swallow before answering a very timid, "Ye.. yes." And cue another throbbing surge of pain in the head.
Holy shit. This guy's British!
"It's right over there," sex-on-legs said as he gestured his beer bottle behind Arthur's body.
"Really?" Arthur said in surprise as he quickly turned his head to the other direction only to greet him with another wave of pain. Ow, okay, note to self, turn head veeery slowly next time. Sure enough, in the very back of the club, he could see the EXIT sign illuminated in green and white. Oh praise the lord.
Arthur slowly turned his head back to sex-on-legs to thank him, "Hey thanks man, I really appre- Whaat the hell?!" he shouted in surprise when he found his face literally just a few inches away from another. Sex-on-legs was suddenly sitting right next to him. Well damn, Arthur nearly fell out of his chair from the surprise.
Sex-on-legs continued taking sips of his beer while still studying Arthur. His beautiful, green eyes were wandering over Arthur's body, earning a blush from the black haired man.
"Uhh…" Arthur trailed off, clueless on how to go about this. Damn. This guy is making the pain intensify.
"Fuck, you're hot," sex-on-legs said bluntly.
"Huh?" Arthur was sure he heard it correctly, but somehow he couldn't fully register that this sexy being found him attractive.
"I said you're fucking hot, darling," sex-on-legs said.
"Uhh, thanks?" Arthur replied with a blush, choosing to ignore that horrendous pet name sex-on-legs gave him.
"So, wanna fuck?"
"What?" Arthur said, not really believing what came out of sex-on-legs' mouth. He stared at the handsome man who put down his beer and leered at him.
"Darling, I said if you want to get out of here and fuck."
Arthur blushed again before entering into another silent stupor. He wasn't really very accustomed to being asked straight away for sex. He was a prude, or rather, old fashioned to put it into better terms. He wasn't the kind of guy who would periodically parade himself on Grindr and ask if they want to have some substandard 15-minute sexual intercourse that probably wouldn't be even fun or exciting… But then again, he did just offer the bartender of it for some alcohol, so that entire line of reasoning was thrown out the window.
"We don't even know each other," Arthur said after a long period of silence. He didn't answer sex-on-legs' question directly because in all honesty, every person would be dying to have sex with the man directly in front of him.
But no, somehow Arthur's morals came fighting back from the headache.
Sex-on-legs just rolled his eyes, thinking how unlucky it was that out of all the guys he wanted to fuck in this dumb club, it turned out to be that guy who seemed to constantly battle his desires of the flesh with his morals. That didn't deter him though. In fact, he was up for a little bit of breaking-this-guy's-moral-code game.
"Eames," sex-on-legs said.
"Huh?" Arthur looked at him weirdly, obviously not picking that up.
"My name is Eames, darling," sex-on-legs repeated, giving Arthur the most charming smile he could muster up.
That seemed to do the trick as Arthur nearly melted from his bar stool.
"Okay, so I pretty much introduced myself, what's your name, darling?" Eames purred as he prodded Arthur's chest with a finger.
"A… Arthur… Arthur Hansen," he answered as he glanced at Eames' finger still poking at his chest.
"Okay, now that we've gotten that out of the way, what do you say we head back to your place darling and get to know each other a little bit better?" Eames asked as he purposely let his hand fall down onto Arthur's thighs.
Arthur was staring at Eames' hand, pretty sure Eames could see Arthur's hardening cock in his jeans. "Su… sure. Let's go back to my place."
And there you go.
Arthur's horniness took over completely.
"Fu… uck," Arthur groaned as he broke off the kiss with Eames.
Eames gave a grin as he started stroking Arthur's really hard cock through his jeans. "Like that, darling?" Eames asked with one hell of a cocky smile.
"Yeah," Arthur groaned as he bit his lip in response. He never thought he'd be spending the night having sex, yet here he was, trapped between Eames and the front door of his apartment.
Eames carefully licked Arthur's neck from the nape up to his ear and whispered, "Good. Cause I'm really looking forward in fucking you tonight."
Arthur didn't know how it was possible, but after hearing that from Eames, he got even harder.
Eames suddenly grabbed Arthur by his undershirt, shoved him away from the door and pretty much ripped the front of the shirt completely. Eames took a moment to look at Arthur's body. He thought the shorter man in front of him was hot, boy was he wrong, Arthur was fucking hot. He had well-defined arms and chest, and surprisingly a well prominent six pack that was not noticeable earlier this evening. Eames didn't know why Arthur didn't show off his body in the club. He would surely be flanked by dozens of guys for sure. But no, Arthur was dressed modestly earlier this evening. And that irritated Eames slightly.
No bloody way a bloke this hot should be hiding his fucking body!
"Take off everything!" Eames barked at the other man as he, himself, started stripping off.
In around thirty seconds, Arthur was completely naked in front of Eames, his hands desperately trying to hide the massive boner he was sporting. Not that he was embarrassed to show Eames his dick, he was pretty well endowed in that department for your information; however, Arthur was always self conscious about his body whenever he was around people he barely knew…
And Eames was certainly fell in that category.
Arthur just stared at Eames who was taking off his clothes in a jiff as well. As soon as Eames tossed his top, Arthur's eyes widened at the sight of his body. His arms were massive! Arthur could see the veins traveling down Eames' arms. That was a sign that this guy took working out seriously. His chest was extremely well defined. And his eight pack? Well, that was perfection. But what caught him the most was that tattoo on his arm.
The ogling didn't stop there though.
As soon as Eames chucked off his jeans and underwear, Arthur's eyes nearly popped out of its sockets. His legs looked sturdy and strong, considering it reminded Arthur of tree trunks. And his erect cock jutting out of well-trimmed pubes made Arthur subconsciously approach Eames, kneel down and suck it.
"Ye… yeah," Eames groaned as he ran his fingers through Arthur's black hair. "Just like that, love. Bloody fucking swallow the entire thing!"
For some reason, that turned Arthur on and only encouraged him to suck with even more fervor. Soon, Eames' dick was slick with saliva as Arthur continued bobbing up and down on it.
"Fuck.. yeah.. You like that dick, Arthur? Yeah, you love that dick down your throat don't you love?" Eames growled as he held Arthur's head steady and started fucking Arthur's mouth with an unexpected intensity.
"Take. It. All. You. Motherfucker. Swallow. My. Fucking. Dick." Eames said as he thrust in Arthur's mouth as he punctuated the words one by one.
Arthur was gagging from the raw intensity Eames was displaying. Even though he had slight tears in his eyes, Arthur's cock was still so fucking hard. He was stroking it all the while sucking on Eames' dick and he was making a quite a mess on the floor as there lay a small amount of his precum.
Eames hauled Arthur up to his feet and savagely kissed him, his tongue invading his mouth. The blonde held on to Arthur's face as they continued dueling inside each other's mouth. Arthur moaned in Eames' mouth as he tried to hold himself steady by clutching on Eames' massive arms. He could feel their cocks brush up against each other sending electricity through his body.
Eames pulled away from the kiss and stared at Arthur, lust filled in both of their eyes. "I'm gonna fuck you now," Eames said as he shoved Arthur onto the nearby dining table… Honestly, both of them were way too horny to consider fucking in the bedroom.
"Lie down on the fucking table!" Eames ordered Arthur as he crouched down at his jeans, retrieved a condom and some travel sized lube. As soon as he turned around, he found Arthur lying down on the dining table, his legs up in the air, and his hands clutching his ass cheeks as he gloriously showed Eames his asshole.
"Oh love, your ass is so fucking hot!" Eames purred as he strode towards the dining table. He bent down and plunged his tongue inside Arthur's ass.
"Ho.. Holy shit!" Arthur cried out in ecstasy, his back arching oh so slightly from the tongue invading his asshole. He didn't expect the blonde to go dive in like that. Eames' tongue was working magic down there and all Arthur could do was moan like a bitch in heat.
A few minutes later, Eames stopped rimming him and stood up. He ripped the condom from out of its wrapper and put it over his cock. The brunette then smeared the entire sachet of lube onto his dick. He couldn't really afford to insert any finger inside Arthur any longer. He needed his ass now. And damn, that was what he's getting.
Even though he didn't warm Arthur's ass with any preparation, Eames made it a point to enter slowly so the man could get used to his big dick. He wasn't that heartless.
"You okay, love?" Eames said softly as he noticed Arthur shut his eyes, no doubt from the pain. His cock was barely even half inside before Arthur's ass when he stopped as soon as he noticed that Arthur's dick got softer.
"Yeah… I'm fine," Arthur panted as he brought his right hand to his forehead. "Stay still for a few seconds before you push in. Your dick is fucking big!"
Eames just chuckled and did just that. He waited for Arthur to get comfortable to his size all thewhile caressing Arthur's thigh in hopes of keeping the man still turned on and horny.
"Okay, go push again," Arthur whispered as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
Eames then slowly pushed his cock all the way until his pubes rested against Arthur's ass.
"Fuuuck, that feels gooood," Arthur groaned in pleasure.
Eames leaned forward cupped Arthur's head with his arms and whispered in his ear, "Wonderful darling because I'm going to start fucking you like the there's no tomorrow." And as soon as he said that, he withdrew his cock until only the head remained before slamming back inside.
"Shiitt!" Arthur cried out, his back arching out once again.
"You like that love?" Eames whispered as he repeated the motion once again. "You like my cock slamming into you?"
"Fuckkk yes!" Arthur shouted, his legs wrapping around Eames waist in response. He wrapped his arms around Eames' neck and said, "Yeah.. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
"Oh darling, I will," Eames said into Arthur's ear before biting his neck and started hammering Arthur with more intensity than before.
"Shi...ii..iittt!" Arthur n cried out in between pants, his arms grasping onto Eames' back like it was his lifeline.
"Yeahhh… Cry out for me love!" Eames shouted.
"Fuck me harder! Come on! Harder!"
"Come on! Beg for it!" Eames grunted as he continued fucking Arthur with reckless abandon.
"Harder please! I need your cock so fucking bad! Shit! There! Do that again! Oh fu..uuu…u…cckkkkk!" Arthur cried out in pleasure once Eames started hitting his prostrate.
"Ride that fucking cock love!" Eames shouted as he bit down on Arthur's neck once again.
By this time, Arthur's words were reduced to nothing more than indecipherable grunts and moans as the fucking continued. The dining table was rocking badly from the ferocity of Eames' thrust with the sound of flesh hitting flesh and grunts filling the room.
After a while, Arthur couldn't hold back anymore. "Oh fuck Eames! I'm gonna fucking cum!" And he started jacking off his cock with so much speed.
Eames leaned back up so he could get a view of Arthur cumming on his own stomach. "Yeah, cum for me darling! Shoot that motherfucking load!" he shouted.
Arthur curled up his feet and screamed as he came. Hard. The first few shots shooting landed on his face. The sight of Arthur being covered in cum triggered Eames' impending release.
"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum! Shit!" Eames said as he pulled his cock from Arthur's ass, threw away the condom and started stroking it furiously.
Arthur got up from the dining table and got down on his knees and took the head of Eames' cock in his mouth. He so badly wanted to taste this perfect specimen.
As soon as Arthur's lips found its way onto his cock, Eames started to cum. "Hollly fuuu..uuuu..ckkk!" And Arthur swallowed every little spurt of semen.
"Holy fuck!" Eames said as he looked down at Arthur who was giving him a huge grin. Eames roughly pulled Arthur up and kissed him again, tasting himself on Arthur's tongue.
"Fuck darling. That was hot! Now where's the bloody shower?" Eames asked after breaking off the kiss.
"Arthur, you need to get up," a voice called out behind him, trying to wake the little devil up.
Arthur wasn't having any of it. He merely groaned with his head under his pillow, trying to calm the ache pounding in his head. He was planning on sleeping the pain away, but someone had other ideas.
"Arthur, will you please get up?" the same voice said, frustration evident in the tone. The unknown presence grabbed Arthur's leg and started shaking it in hopes of making him get out of bed.
"Stop that Eames!" Arthur shouted as he hugged his pillow even tighter.
He didn't expect the reply to be, "Who the fuck is Eames?"
What the hell? Arthur thought. Who the fuck is bothering me?! He peeked from underneath his pillow and found a tall blonde at his foot still shaking his leg. Arthur groaned. Of course, the only other person besides himself that can open his apartment was Dom, his best friend since high school. He gave Dom a spare key in case of emergencies… Somehow, underneath the covers of the bed sheets and pillow, Arthur was now regretting that decision.
Arthur also glanced around the bed, taking into account that Eames was gone. Not that it was a surprise to him though.
Dom rolled his blue eyes as he jostled Arthur's foot again. "Arthur, Ari's engagement party is today. Did you forget about that while you were drinking like an alcoholic last night?"
Oh shit. Arthur thought. How could he forget that? Ari's engagement party was today. She was making everyone meet her fiancé for the first time since he practically lived at the other side of the United States. Truth be told, he was excited to meet the future husband of his favorite co-worker. He even bought a new outfit for this special occasion. Unfortunately for Arthur, certain events in his personal life slightly derailed him from focusing at the celebration.
"What time is it anyways?" Arthur groaned, his head still underneath his pillow.
"It's 10:30 in the morning Arthur," his best friend answered bluntly.
"WHAT?!" Arthur shouted in surprise as he suddenly bolted upright from underneath the covers, which probably wasn't such a good idea since a massive pain greeted him through his head.
"Jesus Christ Arthur, you look like shit," Dom mentioned as he cocked his head to the side. Dom could see Arthur's eyes were bloodshot red and he had massive eye bags underneath his eyes. "What the hell happened to you last night? And who the fuck is Eames?"
Arthur just waved a hand, dismissing Dom's question as he hastily retreated towards the kitchen for an aspirin. His blonde friend begrudgingly followed the shorter man.
"Are you sure it's already 10:30?" Arthur asked as he grabbed a painkiller from one of the medicines on his counter.
"Yes," Dom replied with an eye roll.
"Dammit! Fucking overslept!" Arthur said after downing the painkiller with a glass of water. He turned around to face his friend and couldn't help but raise his eyebrow.
"Really, Dom? We're going to a party, an engagement party, and you're wearing that?" Arthur asked out of wonder, only realizing what his friend was actually wearing.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Dom asked as he gestured to the clothes on him. Arthur just stared at the blonde man in front of him. He was wearing a very faded denim top over some slacks along with some loafers. It didn't actually look bad considering that Dom had that sort of swimmer's body that managed to fit the clothes perfectly. It's just that it wasn't really appropriate for a somewhat formal engagement party.
"Well, for one thing, you look like you're going to the mall," Arthur answered bluntly.
"Arthur, if I were going to the mall, I'd be wearing nothing but a tank top, some shorts and flip flops. This," Dom gestured at his ensemble, "is me dressing up."
"We're going to the country club. I don't think they'll let you in wearing something that casual."
"Oh Arthur, you'd be glad to know that the club manager owes me a few things and I think he'd let me dressing up like this slide by," Dom said with a wink as he sat down in one of Arthur's dining chairs.
Arthur just rolled his eyes, "You and your secrets."
"Spoilsport," Dom replied as he stuck his tongue at Arthur before giving him a huge smile.
"Anyways, what are you wearing?" Dom asked as he watched Arthur proceed back to his bedroom to retrieve his clothes.
"Well I'm going to be wearing a suit because unlike someone, I know the meaning of a semi-formal event," the shorter man replied.
"I don't understand you and your fascination with suits, Arthur!" Dom replied playfully earning a small chuckle from his BFF. "Anyways, what the hell happened to you last night? You called me in the middle of the evening, but I couldn't really hear because the background was waaaay too loud."
"Oh, just drowning my sorrows out," Arthur nonchalantly replied from inside the bedroom. He grabbed the clothes he prepared inside his closet and went back outside to go to his bathroom.
"Did you go clubbing?" Dom asked, his eyes full of mischief. Ever since they were rebellious teenagers, he never pegged Arthur as a party person. In fact, he had pegged Arthur as a stick-in-the-mud, so the prospect of Arthur willingly going to a club on his own was new and intriguing.
"Yeah, I did. Basically drank my body weight in vodka and tequila last night," Arthur said with a shake of his head. And waking up with a fucking headache was part of myself never to do that again.
Dom laughed at Arthur's discomfort over the whole clubbing thing. Secretly, he was sort of glad that Arthur got a chance to let out the demons he had been holding in the last couple of days… even though he was suffering a major hangover from it.
"So, what else did you do? Did you hook with some random hot guy as well? Did his name happen to be Eames, by any chance?" Dom joked with a laugh as he wiggled his eyebrows.
Arthur just stared at the blonde, his discomfort and embarrassment growing by the minute. He didn't really know how to answer this question for if Dom knew that he indeed slept with someone, he'd need to know every little sordid detail. Unfortunately for Arthur, his silence was already an answer as Dom's eyes widened in surprise.
"Aha! I knew it!" Dom shouted in triumph.
Arthur just glared at him with intensified hatred.
"Well don't just stand there, talk already!" Dom said impatiently.
"Yes, hooked up last night. His name was Eames and he's British and he was pretty much sex on legs," Arthur started as he stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out how to describe sex-on-legs in full detail.
Dom just whistled as he leaned more across the dining table, trying to move closer to Arthur so he could understand everything better.
"He had a fucking eight-pack Dom," Arthur said with a naughty smile.
"Damn!"
"Did I mention that he was British?"
"You did already."
"We had a great time on that dining table you're leaning on."
"What? You did it here? Ewww!" Dom said with disgust as he stood up and backed away from the dining table. Arthur just laughed over his friend's reaction.
"Arthur, if you got cum on my denim top, I will never forgive you!" Dom angrily said as he surveyed his top if there were any stains on it.
"I'm pretty sure any remains of cum would have dried up by now Dom," Arthur laughed, to which he earned a scowl from the blonde.
"Uhhh… Stop. I'm painting a mental picture. Look, you're my best friend and all, but I really don't want to hear about your sex life in detail considering I'm straight. Anyways, where is he?"
"I don't know," Arthur shrugged. "Woke up this morning to find you on my bed, instead of him."
"Did you get his number at least?"
"Didn't get a chance to," Arthur shrugged.
"Oh Arthur," Dom said with a sad frown. He knew Arthur for a long time and he could pretty much tell when something is bothering the black haired man really badly.
"Don't wanna really want to talk about it. Was looking for a distraction last night and well, Eames was the perfect one indeed. And besides, after what happened recently, I'm not really ready to delve into another relationship right now," Arthur said.
Dom frowned and said, "Okay, first of all, what happened with Robert was not your fault. He cheated on you, so you have no one to blame, but that little slut. As for this Eames guy, well if we see him on the street, I'll be happy to punch the living daylights out of him for you if we see him. The nerve of him not giving you his number!"
Arthur just smiled in response. "You don't have to Dom… really. Like I said, I wasn't looking for anything serious."
"Oh shut up! You're my best friend and I'll be damned if someone treated you like some cheap one night stand! Now why don't you go the bathroom, bathe and change? We only have ten minutes left until the party officially starts."
"I hate this party," Arthur whispered to himself as he sipped his remaining champagne.
He and Dom were busy sulking off in some corner in this illustrious function room in the club… Or rather, Arthur was doing all the sulking; Dom was too busy mingling with the other guests in the near vicinity.
Ever since arriving, Arthur was not in the best of moods and it showed on his face and in his body movements. Dom tried bringing him into small conversations with the other guests and Arthur tried to put on his best fake smile and pretend to be interested in the conversation at hand. But the longer the conversations go, Arthur's smile slowly turned into an unmistakable frown. Dom thought it would be best if the shorter man would just sulk off in some corner by himself than force him to mingle with people. In his current state, Arthur's irritability may cause him to snap and Dom thought this probably wouldn't be a good idea to make a scene.
So here he was, leaning against the expensive wooden wall behind him, hand still clutching on to his champagne glass, which was now empty.
"Oh damn, I need another one," Arthur said to no one in particular as he placed his empty glass on top of the stone fireplace and reached out for another as a waiter passed by.
"Oh no. You are not drinking anymore," Dom said as he grabbed the newly filled champagne glass Arthur was holding and placed it back on the waiter's tray.
"What the hell Dom?" Arthur hissed at his best friend, not believing why he wasn't allowed to drink. "Would you please explain to me why you are preventing me from achieving happiness in this dull party?" he asked, eyes ablaze with fury.
"Okay, first of all, you just got drunk last night and you still have the remnants of a hangover. Second of all, you might get drunk if you overindulge and I'd rather not have you go apeshit in this party. Third of all, you just got drunk last night," Dom replied.
"Ugh. Whatever man!" Arthur huffed as he crossed his arms against his chest in annoyance.
"The couple's quite a bit late, huh?" Dom asked as he glanced at his watch.
Arthur just scoffed in response.
"Why are you in such a prissy mood anyways? I thought you were looking forward to this event for weeks," Dom asked as he stood beside Arthur and leaned back against the wall, both of them staring at the crowd of people waiting for the couple to arrive. "I mean prissier than usual… cause you're always prissy," he added.
"Look at me! My eyes are still red, my eye bags won't go away, my hair is out of place and I found another guy who had the exact same shoes as me! My excitement for this party has completely disappeared through the window," Arthur replied angrily. "And what do you mean always prissy?"
Dom looked at Arthur for a few seconds before bursting into a small fit of laughter. Dom just glared at him.
"What the hell is so funny?" Arthur asked through gritted teeth and Dom really believed that Dom laughed even harder after he asked.
"Well," Dom said finally calming down, "your predicament right now is very reminiscent of Kristen Wiig's character in Bridesmaids."
Arthur's eyes widened at the comparison before giving an appalled look. "I am not Annie!" Arthur said as he punched Dom's shoulder in amusement.
"You are to! I can't wait until you find out your arch nemesis in this party," Dom said with a chuckle.
"Honestly, I hope I find my Rose Byrne in this part. Then, maybe, the party will be a lot more fun," Arthur, snickered.
"Anyway, have you seen what Ari's fiancé looks like?" Dom asked with curiosity. "What's his name again?"
"His name is Theodore E. Cooper and I actually haven't seen him yet. I tried investigating him through the internet, but I came up empty handed," Arthur explained then looked at Dom who had a peculiar expression on his face.
"What?" he asked the blonde guy.
"Investigating?" Dom asked, amused.
"Yes, investigating!" Arthur said before he added, "Because stalking is such a harsh word."
He earned himself an eye roll from the blonde.
"And you came up absolutely empty handed?" Dom asked, now bewildered.
Ever since high school, Arthur had the ability, or was it knack really, to find information on anyone. And when Dom meant anyone, he literally meant anyone. Just give Arthur a laptop and an hour and he'd be able to produce the information you needed with no hitch. So, imagine his surprise, when he found out his best friend decided to take up architecture in college when he could have been a real talent in the government with his unique "skills".
Today was the first time Arthur managed to come up empty handed from his "investigating". Which Dom admits is slightly unsettling.
"Dom, the guy doesn't even have Facebook! Who on earth these days doesn't have a frickin Facebook?" Arthur replied testily.
"Well, we'll just have to wait and find out, now won't we?" Dom answered.
And Arthur couldn't wait any longer. He was anxious in seeing what his co-worker's fiancé will look like. Ariadne, or Ari as he likes to call her, gushes about her fiancé to Arthur all the time, but she has actually never shown him a photo of him, which Arthur found extremely odd. Normally, girls who were engaged would fawn over every little thing and would show off her fiancé to whoever would listen, but not Ari. Then again, Ari wasn't really your typical girl.
"I bet you ten bucks he is ugly," Dom whispered down at Arthur with a glint in his eye.
"Oh my god. I am not going to bet on that. You're evil!" Arthur said in aghast. "However, if you make it five dollars and you got yourself a deal!" he added.
"Deal," Dom said with a mischievous smile.
"Great! Let's shake on it to make it official!" Arthur said as he grabbed Dom's hand and shook it with much gusto.
No sooner had they shaken their hands, a large applause rang out from the foyer.
"Oh good. Looks like the couple is here!" Dom said, excited as he focused his attention to the entrance.
Arthur kept his watch at the foyer as he waited with anticipation at the sight of Ari and her fiancé. He could see people were crowding near the foyer in hopes of getting a first look at the couple. A few minutes later, the room's shouts and claps were getting louder as he saw a very short, but smiling, petite brunette step through the arched doorway. She was holding hands with someone, but Arthur couldn't really see him from this angle. He waited for Ari to take a few more steps into the room causing her fiancé to enter in view. She was holding hands with a smiling, handsome man.
Arthur held a gasp. The guy was built like a tank. Those green eyes and plush lips all coming back to him.
Eames.
"You know, Dom," Arthur started, his mind thoroughly trying to process this scene as he glanced at his best friend, "you might want to get your fist ready."
-0-0-
Instead of love and trust and laughter
What you get is happy never after
But deep down, all you want is love,
The pure kind, we all dream of.
But we cannot escape the past,
So you and I will never last.
Author's Notes:
Okay, this fic was actually written four months ago, but back then this was not an Inception fic, much less an Arthur/Eames one. It really was a standalone multi chaptered story that I never seemed to push through; however, I've gotten to read over a hundred Arthur/Eames stories since then, so I thought why not turn this fic into one of those?
So after a few editing here and there, and changing the names of the characters, this was the finished product and honestly, it turned out better than I expected.
Don't expect a new chapter out soon though. I'm dreadful with deadlines and coupled with heavy exams this June, chapter 2 won't be out for awhile, sad to say.
Holler if you liked it!
PS. Hate this website's autoformat shiz