A/N: Hey! :) So this is my first Inception fic, and I really hope you like it :)
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Summary: Arthur has never really enjoyed Eames teasing, calling him darling, calling him sweety. Partly because it hurt his masculinity more than it should and partly because he knew that those were half-hearted words. EamesxArthur Slash
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Chapter 1
I'm not your dear
The Point Man and the Forger sat few meters apart from each other. They had been sitting for a while now but they hadn't spoken a word since. The older man surveyed the younger one.
"I don't bite, you know?" Eames said "Well, unless you ask me to."
"Then bite me." Arthur replied with a grimace.
He had not had a good day. Eames was not making it any better.
The corner of the Forger's mouth stretched into a grin.
"Don't tempt me, dear." He said softly.
The Point Man's frown quickly deepened.
"Mr. Eames, I'm not your 'dear'." He said serenely despite his anger "I would be grateful if you didn't call me so."
This was useless. And one part of him knew it.
Eames still smiled.
"You don't enjoy it? Look at the bright side, sweety; at least you are getting my attention…"
Arthur closed his eyes as he felt blood rushing to his cheeks. He felt as hitting the other man so hard…
"You think highly of your own masculinity, even though you insist on calling me 'pet' or 'darling'. Hypocrite." he argued back with a frown.
"Oh so I'm a hypocrite now?" Eames asked, half serious, half joke.
"Since you decided to corrupt yourself, you were. You are this team's forger, for Christ's sake." Arthur replied.
"Yet again, you've proved to me that you just dwell in the obvious. Hoorah for you, Arthur." Eames shrugged it off.
"You know quite well that my opinion matters."
"To whom?"
"To you."
Eames wandered off for a little.
"If it weren't you the one giving me this…ground breaking news, that I'm a liar I mean, then I would take you seriously." He said after a while.
"I have an effect on you, the more you deny it, the truer it is." Arthur said smartly in his own attempt to mock Eames.
"Your opinions are always much appreciated, Arthur."
The thief frowned yet again.
"Why do you enjoy taunting me?" he asked after a minute or so, truthfully interested in the other man's answer. "Scratch that, why do you taunt me more when Ariadne is here?"
"It's fun." He replied simply.
Arthur ears reddened. Not just because he felt embarrassed, but because he was simply cross. Eames was enjoying stirring him up.
"Hey, don't look at me like that! You wanted an answer, I gave you an answer." Eames said after watching the anger in the other's eyes. "And I don't know what you are doing wasting your time with someone like Ariadne, my dear. She's obviously after Cobb."
That one comment stung Arthur's heart, for several reasons, really. One being he was not being sarcastic at all.
"That's none of your business." Arthur said quietly. Eames, who had assumed that he would have just angered the Point Man further, leaned over in his seat to get a better look at him with a quirked brow.
"Are you alright?" he asked, looking at the nape of the man's neck, which was visible since he was with his head buried in his hands.
"Do I look alright, you prick?" he said bitterly, giving him a hateful eye from in between his hands.
"You look quite fine to me, if you know what I mean." Eames grinned.
Arthur didn't.
About five minutes of silence went by in which Eames was wondering what had happened to the younger man, he had gone all strange from one second to another, and Arthur just thought about what the other's words.
"I …" he said at last. "I think I feel for her, yes…" he said, measuring his words and trying not to give too much.
Arthur looked at him deeply…and found nothing.
"She doesn't give a fuck about me, that's all I know right now." He said sourly, rubbing his nose with his index and his thumb in his frustration.
Eames put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry." he said seriously. "You deserve better anyways."
Arthur looked at Eames hand and tactfully removed it.
"No, no, it wasn't that, it's just…" the Point Man face-palmed at himself. "…it's nothing."
Eames stood up, stretched and then yawned.
"You are stressed, don't worry, it will go away." He said offhandedly.
"And you call me Captain Obvious…" The Point Man said. Eames turned, gave a pleased smirk at the man's remark.
He stayed a minute or so just to watch the Point Man look off at the distance, thinking of God knows what, then he cried a 'See you around, darling' as he left the room with his coat slung over his shoulder.
Arthur watched the Forger leave the warehouse and he sighed. He then looked around, grabbed the needle from the table and inserted it in his wrist.
"It will go away…" he muttered before he pressed the button and sank into the depths of the dream world once again.
A/N: So? Like it? Think it could improve? Then leave a review ^^ They motivate me
I have chapter 2 practically done, so yeah :) I will update every Thursday :)
-Lauren