For the LJ Inception Kink Meme. Eames/Arthur AU. Eames is a fisherman who catches himself a pretty merman.
Oooooh, yeah! He had got himself a big 'un!
Sean Richard Eames, fisherman extraordinaire (in his dreams), was straining against the weight of the huge arse fish at the end of his reel, when he was doing this he definitely was not posing or flexing for the ladies (of course, it was fishing, so there were scarce few). But the thing was: he needed this fish. He was tied of every fish he tried to catch being 'the one that got away', people started questioning his talent!
He tugged harder, pulling as hard as he could, digging his heels in until with a loud wet plop! a gigantic shape flew out of the water and next to Eames, who had fallen onto his arse. He stared, shocked at the form next to him. it wasn't a fish it was a MERMAID!
Eames wasn't aware he had spoken aloud until the mermaid glared with piercing brown eyes at him and said in perfect American "It's MERMAN, actually, you idiot."
Eames could feel a grin stretch its way over his face as he stared at the merman – he was hot! Well, if you ignored the navy and grey pinstriped fish tail. He could just imagine his mouth closing over one of those dusky pink nipples until they were little red peaks, sucking and biting.
He subtly edged closer.
"So, er..." Eames paused and looked hopefully at the merman – he could be an ARIEL!
"Arthur." The merman interjected, wary, rolling his eyes at the fisherman's disappointed expression.
"Arthur? Really?" at the merman's expression he quickly hurried along "Is there any way you can gain human form?"
He reached forward, and ran a hand over the blue tail next to him. It was warm and wet, and although obviously a fish tail, it didn't feel like other fish tails and when Eames picked up his hand, it glittered slightly. Arthur looked mulish and slightly embarrassed when Eames marvelled over it.
"Yes." Arthur said, warily. "Why?"
Eames grinned even harder "Could you, change for me?"
Eames was ecstatic; the merman had a wonderful sculpted face, finely chiselled abs and beautiful graceful limbs. He would bet his arse would be a work of art.
However it was the perfect state of the merman that confused him. Where had his hook caught him? Eames searched and found it in the merman's perfectly gelled hair. Where did he get gel from? His expression must have shown his shock because Arthur glared, self consciously pulling it out and hissing "do you know how hard it is to keep your hair organised underwater?"
Eames just stared until Arthur sighed and, closing his eyes to concentrate, he melted from fish to man. Eames gaped as he newly made man stood unstably and strode to a few metres until he tripped a little and feel into Eames.
The fisherman grinned at the sensation of the merman's naked body next to his. He took off his shirt and draped it over the lithe limber form. It fell to mid thigh on him. Eames was delighted as he did up the buttons for the confused staring merman.
"Here" he said, not at all lecherously stroking his thighs or ogling his pert round arse (he was right, it was awe inspiring!) "You must be hungry, I'll take you to my house and take care of you."
The merman nodded hesitantly, and Eames grinned.
Oh yeah, he'd take care of the merman ...in his bed!