This is the second fic I post here and again I need to claim that English is not my first language so I'm sorry for the lack of vocabulary and of course that I don't own any character.
I've been having trouble to sleep lately and since I saw inception (twice) I've been founding myself creating scenes with Arthur and Eames as the main characters and I can't stop pairing them, I just can't. I never wrote this kind of fic before and I've never read fanfics like theses before either not because I have something against it, no, but because I haven't found a pair that I'd fancy... until Arthur and Eames.
F I R S T - T I M E S
Arthur&Eames
C H A P T E R - I
Argue
In Dublin Eames insisted in sharing a cab but Arthur refused energetically after feeling how close he was to his face, Eames was too drunk and smirky and when Arthur thought things couldn't get more uncomfortable two guys outside the pub started to mock at them, calling them names, that's when Arthur knew he had enough:
"keep your distance" he said to Eames with vexed, Eames just smiled as he said "Always afraid", "you're drunk Eames", "so are you" he said getting closer again, Arthur pushed him away with his left arm and Eames, losing his center of gravity ended up butt cheeks on the floor.
Arthur looked at him surprised, he didn't meant to do that... what he was doing? He wasn't an aggressive person, but again, they were drunk... Still on the floor Eames just smiled while the two men were laughing and mocking again "I swear for God" said Arthur looking at them his hand on a fist, then the cab arrived.
"I'll see you tomorrow, be good Eames" said looking at him sideward "and stand up already! I didn't pushed you that bad" and extended his hand and helped him stand and then he took the cab "see you soon, darling" Eames was still smiling when one of the guys yelled "wankers!"
What Arthur never knew was that Eames stopped smiling after he leaved, grabbed one of the men by the neck and hit him twice and right in the nose, breaking it "take it easy, lad!" said the other one clearly scared, helping his friend "take it easy..." Eames repeated with a blanked look and then grabbed the other one by the jacked saying "who's the wanker now?" before turning his back at them.
Confrontation
It was late, really late, it was a chilly night in the old New York warehouse, he was fishing work and leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes... imagining a warm day in Paris when he suddenly felt a warm close this face, it was him, he knew "God damn it" he though "damn you Eames" he continued mentally, it lasted 2 seconds, maybe 3 before Arthur -still with eyes closed- extender his hand over Eames chest sending him away saying shocked "you can't be serious"
"Wrong" Eames said "I'm very serious"
"Please leave... just..." said unable to look at him.
"Look at me" Eames requested but Arthur couldn't... "Always afraid Arthur" he said
"I don't want this, I don't need this" said finally frowning at him mortified.
"Keep saying that to yourself sweet heart, you might believe it one day" and then he took off, leaving Arthur speechless in his chair "fuck you, fuck you, bastard, fucking... God damn it, Eames, just... fuck!" muttered after half hour of silent.
London
They were all waiting for the cars after dinner, it was time to say goodbye for a while. Dom and Ariadne shared one, they're both going to take the airplane home, Yusuf was going another direction so he took another cab, Eames decided to stay in London for a bit and Arthur's plane was leaving in 5 hours so they decided to go to the hotel first before leaving to the airport.
He told Eames to share the cab, he raised an eyebrow incredulously.
"Take it or leave it" he said feeling enervated... Eames just stared at him for a moment and said "so you need alcohol to be brave, I don't need your drunken pity"
"Fuck off then" Arthur said bitter "I'm leaving by myself"
"Well, well, look at you, you little prick!" Eames was sarcastic, Eames was upset, Eames really wanted to break Arthur's face right there and then perhaps kiss him while he bleeds.
"Go to hell" said Arthur walking away... he keep walking fast for a few minutes but he was tired physically and mentally, he wasn't tipsy anymore now he felt dizzy.
"Arthur" Eames voice bristled his neck.
"What" he said turning his face, meeting Eames eyes.
"It's ok" he said softly
"I don't need that condescendence shit right now, not from you, how dare you to..."
"Shhh" Eames rolled his eyes "you're too tired sweetheart, let me escort you to the hotel" but Arthur looked uneasy again "I'll be good" he smiled and then placed his hands into his pockets
"Let's take a cab" Arthur said more calm now looking away
"Nah, we're like 3 streets away from the hotel my little Wally West... I'm pleasantly surprised"
"Is fucking cold... are you sure?" Arthur was thinking out loud.
"yes, this is my town, remember, I know my ways... and take this" Eames took off his gray trench coat and placed it over Arthur's shoulders he was only wearing a shirt with a vest, then again placed his hands into his pockets.
"you don't have to do that" Arthur said touching one of his wrists. Eames looked at him unable to hide his surprise his eyes were wide open and for the first time Arthur wasn't uncomfortable or nervous or angry to notice how wonderfully big and bright Eames eyes were.
They stood there, in the corner of the street staring in silence for almost 10 seconds then Arthur knew it was time to confront what made him feel so uneasy, stressed, mortified, unconfident, angry, mad yet... alive.
So it was him who leaned before Eames who was too surprised and still to think or move, he closed his eyes and his warm tipsy breath reached Arthur's breath as he closed his eyes too, several wrinkles draw around his dark closed eyes, Eames was trembling and not because of the cold, he was used to the cold weather of London.
"You..." he murmured with his eyes closed
"Shut up" Said Arthur pressing his lips violently over his.
He felt something warm, he knew that feeling, he felt it before but at the same time it was something completely new and different and wonderful and sweet. Eames lips were so fleshy and Arthur's were so thin. Eames push him closer, then they looked at each other, Arthur touched Eames lips with his fingers, Eames smiled and the coat fell to the ground, they did not care.
Eames kissed him back this time, really slow, caressing his face so softly and gently that Arthur's body trembled, "you taste so good" Eames murmured ecstatically, Arthur's tongue was shy and gentle between his lips something that made Eames burst with passion all sudden sucking his lower lip, placing his hand in the back of Arthur's long perfect neck pushing him forward while his free hand was pressing his finger tips one by one, Arthur smiled making their teeth crash violently, crooked teeth, he thought, he didn't care.
It was late, it was cold, they were on a corner and exposed, but Arthur didn't mind.
"What do you wanted to say anyways?"
"I was going to say 'you don't want to do this in the middle of the street, but I guess you do" he was smirky Eames again.
Arthur smiled and kissed him in the commeasure of the lips, he didn't fucking mind, not anymore.
I think, due to the levels this is taking in my mind, I'll be writing more soon and may be "stronger" and hopefully deeper, if you got here btw...thanks for reading me.
