Title: The Last Night

Pairing: Eames/Arthur

Rating: R

Word Count: 384

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any of this.

A/N: Comments are greatly appreciated 3

The room filled with moans of pleasure of the two men. Hands roamed over naked flesh, scratching, grabbing, and mesmerizing with their fingers. Messy kisses were exchanged between hard thrusts. This night was different, this was rough and unforgiving.

Every thrust from Eames was harder than the last, he was leaving his mark. He wasn't allowed to make any visual marks, because Arthur was getting married tomorrow. Instead, Eames made sure that Arthur would at least feel him tomorrow, with every step down that aisle.

Eames began to move his hips faster as he felt close, Arthur's fingers digging into his back. Eames reached a hand around the point man and began to stroke in time with his thrusts. It wasn't long before Arthur was moaning Eames' name, pushing up into his hand. Eames followed soon after with one last thrust, and then collapsed next to the sated point man.

No words were passed between them, they weren't needed. Arthur curled up into the broad chest, and spent his last night as a single man in Eames' arms.

The morning sun was blinding as it crept along Arthur's face. Today was the first day of the rest of his life as a half of a whole.

He untangled himself from naked limbs and stood up from the bed.

"Leaving so soon?" a voice asked from the bed.

Guilty, Arthur turned to look at a now awake Eames.

"I have to go. I'm marrying my best friend today."

"I know, love. They're very lucky," Eames commented sincerely.

Arthur looked down, fidgeting as he stood in only his boxers.

"I really have to get ready now."

Eames nodded as he watched Arthur gather up the rest of his clothes and move to leave the room.

"Arthur."

He turned to face the forger once more, his hand on the door knob.

"I love you."

Arthur smiled. "I know."

With a bit of hesitation Arthur added one last comment. "Please don't be late," he begged.

"Wouldn't dream of it darling."

Then Arthur was gone, the sound of the door closing brought Eames out of his thoughts. He got out of bed and walked straight to the bathroom to shower. Eames had to get ready as well; he had a lot to do.

He was getting married today.

The End