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"Where the hell is he?" Arthur paced back and forth, an odd sort of turmoil twisting his stomach.

"He's a grown up Arthur, I'm sure he can take care of himself," Ariadne rolled her eyes.

"I know I just… He doesn't know the city that well and he is always getting himself into trouble. He may be an adult but he acts like a child,"

"Why don't we go to bed, I'm sure he will be back when he wants to and it may be a while. Arthur nodded, concern still rolling around on the inside.

Eames woke up next to a warm body. A strong arm was wrapped around him and he found himself pressed into a broad smooth chest. Without thinking, he inhaled deeply and realized the man, Christopher, smelled amazing. He closed his eyes again, snuggling closer to his warmth.

"You're awake," a deep voice hummed. Eames smiled.

"How long have you been up?" He wondered.

"A while, I just didn't want to wake you. You're very peaceful when you sleep and I figured you would be tired from last night," Christopher's words brought back the memories of the night. Warm bodies pressed together, immense pleasure and just a bit of pain. He remembered feeling an ecstasy he had never experienced before. Christopher had taken control and introduced him to things he could not even imagine.

Then another thought popped into his head, about how he had never checked in. Even if Arthur did not care, he didn't want Ariadne to worry too much. With a heavy sigh he sat up and stared into Christopher's deep green eyes.

"I'm sorry Love, but my friends are probably wondering where I am," he smiled apologetically. The larger man only nodded.

"I understand," he reached over to his bedside table where the promised thousand dollars sat. "Here,"

"I feel like I should be paying you," Eames gave him a devilish grin.

"The pleasure was all mine,"

"No, not all yours," the Englishman winked before slipping into a pair of Christopher's jeans, not even bothering to put on a shirt before leaving.

"I swear I'm going to kill him," Arthur shook his head. Ariadne groaned, shoving a pillow over her head. Arthur hadn't slept much at all which kept his female companion awake as well. It was obvious she wanted to sleep.

"I was under the impression you didn't care," she mumbled.

"I don't, but…" Arthur trailed off, not sure how to respond. Why was he so worried anyway? Suddenly there was a click from the doorway.

"Don't worry Loves, I'm alive," Eames announced, entering the room completely shirtless. Arthur found himself unable to look away. He was used to Eames being dressed in a suit looking oddly intelligent but playful at the same time. He had had no doubts that he was a stronger guy, but he had never glimpsed the large carved muscles that covered his torso and arms. Tattoos littered his otherwise perfect skin and accented to the sudden "bad boy "sort of look he was putting off. Arthur noticed that Araidne was also staring at this point.

"Where the hell were you?" He asked, trying to keep his composure.

"Did you miss me?"

"Disappearing like that was stupid Eames," Arthur lectured.

"Save your breath," he waved him off, "it isn't as if you actually cared where I went anyway. I have to say, you look awful Arthur, didn't you sleep at all?" Arthur bit his tongue. He didn't feel like mentioning to Eames that he in fact did not sleep. That's when something caught his eye… something nearly falling out of Eames'pocket.

"Where did you get that?" Arthur wondered, nodding at the money. Eames looked down, blushed, and quickly shoved it back in.

"That's really none of your business now is it?" He snapped.

"Were you dealing drugs?"

"How the hell would I have gotten drugs to deal so fast?"

"Gambling?"

"You know, that assumption is starting to get on my nerves," Eames sounded… hurt?

"Then where did you get it?"

"Arthur, can I talk to Eames for a second?" Ariadne asked in a sleepy tone. By this time she had sat up and her wavy brown hair was messy in an almost sexy sort of way. Arthur couldn't help but smirk at the disheveled girl but finally nodded and left the room.

"Well he is in a lovely mood now isn't he?" Eames noted once Arthur was gone.

"Eames, were you prostituting last night?" Ariadne asked flat out. Eames was taken aback.

"What?" He blinked.

"You know, selling sex for money?"

Eames felt a hot blush crawl to his cheeks as more images of Christopher's godlike body slipped into his mind like smoke, poisoning his thoughts. As if to only to emphasize the point his limbs had begun to ache, his limbs and another area…. He winced slightly as he shifted his weight uncomfortably. This was all the confirmation she needed.

"Boy or girl?" she wondered.

"His name is Christopher," he admitted, biting his lips. The usually arrogant British man had melted away leaving nothing but an embarrassed boy. Admittedly, Ariadne found it somewhat cute.

"Was he any good?"

His eyes met her and to his surprise, she was smiling. He could not help but to smile back.

"Amazing,"

"How did that happen? I mean, did you go out on purpose?"

"No," he rubbed the back of his neck, "I was wandering around and he just sort of showed up. He paid me a thousand dollars,"

"Seriously?" Her eyes widened with disbelief.

"Yeah,"

"Rich?"

"Yeah,"

"Does he still have your clothes?"

"Yeah I sort of left them there, I didn't see why not. Besides, I like the jeans," he gave a crooked smile. She chewed on her bottom lip a minute.

"You kept your totem in your pocket," she reminded him. He went pale.

"Shit,"

"Oh well, you can just make a new one I guess," she shrugged.

"No, no you don't understand. I've had that totem for nearly five or six years. It isn't as simple as replacing it. That… It keeps me in the real world, Ariadne. I know what happened to Cobb in limbo. I need that piece," he insisted.

"Then just go get it, and take Arthur with you,"

"I'm not taking him with me! He wouldn't come anyway,"

"Well I'm certainly not going. I want to sleep. Come on, it's a chance for you guys to bond or whatever. I get the feeling that we aren't splitting anytime soon so you might as well try to get along," she pointed out. Eames let out a small huff of a breath. Part of him wanted nothing more than to spend time with Arthur, the other knew it would just end badly and didn't want to bother with the hurtful things that would probably be said.

"Fine," he sighed, "I'll invite him but if he says no…"

"Yeah yeah, just get out," she grumbled lightly, sinking back into the covers.

Eames left the tired girl to her beauty sleep and found Arthur in the lobby. The Point Man was sitting rigidly in a chair with a finger pressed to his lips in deep thought. He did not see Eames, who now had on a white T-shirt which still left his muscled and tattooed arms visible, enter the room. Finally, Eames cleared his throat and caught his attention.

"What did Ariadne want?" He asked.

"To confess her undying love for me," he smirked, but then became serious, "She wants me to take you with me,"

"Where?"

"To get my totem back," he sighed. He hated to admit to Arthur that he had been foolish yet again. To his surprise, however, Arthur stood up and nodded.

"Let's go,"

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