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Waiting For You
Staring at his lap top screen Arthur made a sound of disgust and slammed the lid shut, admitting defeat. He was pathetic, the point man told himself, completely unprofessional and totally deserving of the attempted murder Saito would no doubt try when the inception failed and they were all on the crime lord's shit list. Dammit. He had to get ahold of himself, especially since it was going to be at least another five days, maybe longer, before Eames returned from the States.
The sound of his cellphone going off distracted him, Arthur's lips quirking a little in response to it. Blake had picked the ringtone and his brother's sense of humor was twisted enough to use the theme song for the 1990s Spider-Man cartoon.
Grabbing it from his bedside table Arthur accepted the call and then put it to his ear. "Hey."
"Hey back." Came his brother's voice, identical to his own unless you factored in his superior vocabulary and his twin's love of occasionally speaking in foreign accents for fun. "How's the job going? You know I can come get you if you need me to."
"I'm fine and-and shit I slept with Eames." Dammit, he hadn't meant to admit that!
"The dog? Bane's cousin?"
Knowing better than to think he could talk his way out of discussing this Arthur sighed and confirmed that yes, it was that Eames.
Blake's snort of amusement came through loud and clear. "Well, well, you finally gave in, huh? So how was he? Better than his ball-less, bitch whipped bastard of a cousin I hope."
Yup, Blake was definitely still pissed at Eames's cousin, Arthur thought with a small smile of his own, though he could understand where his twin was coming from. He'd gotten an earful as to what had happened the last time his brother had hooked up with the infamous Bane and in his twin's place he would have left Bane naked and tied up in his webbing too. If he had that ability, which alas he did not. While both of them had the DNA of a jaguar, their 'creators' had chosen to add some different animal genes as well for shits and giggles. They'd come to regret that decision quite a bit before their end, Arthur thought with the deepest of hatred.
A change in subject was called for, Arthur told himself, doing precisely that. "The Great Bitch still got an APB out on you?" The technical Alpha of Bane's pack, Talia al Ghul, had not appreciated her up close meeting with Blake's webbing either when he'd made his dislike of her very badly timed interruption known. Last time he'd checked she was offering a lot of money for Blake's head on a platter.
"Probably." Though he wasn't worried. "Now back to the not as sexy as Bane but still sexy Eames. I will not be distracted, Little Brother."
Personally Arthur thought Eames was way hotter than his cousin, but he and his twin had different definitions of that particular word. "We had nearly three days of sex and if he hadn't had to fly to the US I'd be naked with him now instead of talking to you. He figured out the tail thing."
"Ah, our mortal weakness."
"The man is an orgasm waiting to happen, and that's all you're going to get from me."
More chuckling.
"Lucky you and the fact that I don't want to picture you having sex, much less with someone whose face resembles Bane's." Body wise the cousins were in two different leagues, but if you really looked at Bane's face when he wasn't muzzled you'd see that they not only had the same eyes, but nose, mouth and bone structure as well. 'So if you're jonesing for the guy so much why don't you call him? From what you've told me about him I'm guessing he's no stranger to phone sex."
"I'm not calling him for phone sex. It would set a bad precedent, and then he'd think he has the upper hand and become even more insufferable than he already is."
Agreeing that the men in that family were indeed insufferable Blake turned the conversation back to the job his adorable little brother was doing, all the while subtly gleaning all the information he could get on just how much this sex marathon had increased the crush Arthur had always had on Bane's forger cousin.
Quite a bit, he soon realized, which was both a very good and bad thing.
Definitely something he'd need to keep his eye on.
)
Sitting on his bed Eames waited for his call to be put through, reminding himself to stay cool and make it seem like he really was just checking up on the rest of his team and passing along some info to Arthur, needing him to look deeper into some things since the man was better at that sort of thing than him. The fact that it was after eleven over there probably meant he was going to have to keep things short too, but at least he'd be able to hear the man's voice and make sure he was still as front and center in Arthur's thoughts as he could be given the enormity of the job they were currently undertaking.
"Hello? Eames?"
Shivers going up his spine at the incredibly sexy, husky voice, Eames swallowed hard. "Hello, Arthur. Hope I didn't wake you."
"No, I wasn't sleeping." Eames's sensitive ears just caught the man's sigh, which was laced with amusement and something that sounded an awful lot like sexual need. "Your timing is as impeccable as always though."
Abruptly it occurred to the forger that perhaps he'd interrupted something, the predator showing in Eames's eyes as his fingers tightened dangerously around his cell. It was irrational and stupid to jump to that conclusion just because it was late, but he could hear clothing being adjusted and picked up on the small sounds Arthur was making that he remembered very well from their times in bed together. Someone was definitely feeling hot and bothered, and hadn't he learned firsthand that Arthur had become a nymphomaniac since their last job together? The man's sex drive was definitely in overdrive and here he was an ocean away and-
"Eames? Are you still there?"
"Ah, yeah, I am. If you have company I can…call back tomorrow." In the meantime he'd find some way to find out who was sniffing around HIS man and arrange for the bastard to meet an unfortunate end. Then he'd turn his attention to how best to punish Arthur and insure that the-
"I'm alone."
"Really?"
Intrigued by Eames's response Arthur asked him pointblank why he would think otherwise.
"I don't know quite how to answer that question without making you inclined to shoot me outside a dream when next we meet, Darling."
A long pause greeted that response and then Arthur laughed, the sexiness of it making Eames bite down on his bottom lip to keep himself from moaning in appreciation. "You have good ears, Mr. Eames. But no, I wasn't having sex with someone else when you called. I was…taking care of myself in your absence."
Oh.
Not bothering to muffle his groan this time Eames fell backward onto his bed, closing his eyes so that he could focus on the other man's voice better as he apologized for interrupting the man, though his tone made it clear he wasn't sorry at all. The only thing he was sorry about was the fact that he wasn't there to watch the man fuck himself with his own hand. And on that note…
"So you were thinking about me?"
"Maybe. You did give me some excellent material to work with before you left." Arthur added, a definite purr in his voice now, Eames's sensitive ears picking up on the sound of clothing rustling again too. "I was concentrating mainly on our last shower together."
"And who could blame you?" Just the memory had his pants feeling increasingly tight, so that he reached down to undo them even as he put his current mental images into words. "You have no idea how sexy you looked, begging for more while I had you pinned up against the tile, fucking the air out of your lungs while you were helpless to do anything but let me fuck you. You clawed the bloody hell out of my back trying to take me deeper inside you and I didn't give a shit, all I cared about was fucking you, filling you with my cum and knot. Remember how you screamed when I bit you between your neck and shoulder, coming so hard around me that you sent me over the edge and made me collapse against you, squishing you between me and the wall. Not that you cared, right, Luv?"
The sound of Arthur groaning his name wrapped around him like an embrace, the other man's breathing becoming increasingly erratic and heavy as Eames's did the same. Wanting more Eames began to describe what he intended to do to Arthur once he got back to Paris, describing in intimate detail how they were going to share a bath together that would involve him not only washing every inch of Arthur's beautiful body but making full use of the built in jets too. Then he was going to have Arthur stand up in the tub with his hands braced against the wall and he was going to lap up every drop of water that flowed off the man's skin until he was begging for release. Only then would he turn his attention to biting and sucking on that oh so sensitive nub located just above Arthur's ass, which his fingers would be making an intimate exploration of at the same time.
Eames had barely gotten two hypothetical fingers inside Arthur's ass before he could hear the man coming over the line, the sound making him groan as well as he pumped his hand up and down his own shaft as he too sought relief.
Obviously aware of what the forger had been up to while he was talking, Arthur's voice came over the line sounding very satisfied and relaxed, making what he was saying that much more sexy as he assured Eames that once he was done doing all those things to him in the bath he'd make his thanks very apparent. It would be Eames's turn to stand up then, and he'd use his tongue to make his point as he rasped his tongue over to man's erection and balls like they were ice cream cones.
Memories of Arthur doing precisely that while they'd been at the cottage assured that Eames joined Arthur in post climax bliss without much more verbal encouragement, the forger's accent thick and very British as he alternated between telling Arthur what he did to him and just saying the other man's name.
On the other end Arthur waited until Eames's breathing was a bit steadier before he thanked the man for his help and then inquired as to why he'd actually called.
Deliberately Eames drawled out his response rakishly, not wanting Arthur to know just how sappily true his answer was. "I just wanted to hear your voice, Darling."
"I see." Arthur's voice went all proper and Arthur-ish. "I'm glad to hear you're using your time over there wisely."
Eames just chuckled, shifting on the mattress so that his head was on his pillow. Closing his eyes again he focused solely on the sound of Arthur's voice and the familiarity of it. "Oh but you have no idea how much I've missed that tone, Arthur. Though I do have some info for you to look at and into should you not be too busy with other stuff. What have you been up to by the way, other than pining for me of course."
Naturally Arthur launched into a detailed account of everything everyone else was up to so that he could once again voice all the reasons why this job was not going to work, Eames not minding a bit as he just laid back and wound Arthur up for the fun of it.
His point man was so adorable when he was fired up.
)
Five Days Later
Eames was well aware of the fact that he'd been stretching the truth when he'd assured Saito that he'd observed Browning well enough that he could come back to Paris to rejoin the team. In the back of his mind was a voice reminding him of all he stood to lose if this job went south, but he ignored it easily enough since more than money and his life he wanted Arthur. The simple truth was that he couldn't concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing anyway, consumed with the content of his nightly chats with the point man and the promises they'd made regarding his homecoming.
Unfortunately the fact that his plane had been delayed twice, his mum and aunt had called with demands that he call Bane, said phone call with the extremely uncooperative man in question, and having a seatmate who talked like Minnie Mouse had greatly reduced his libido.
But he was almost at the hotel and Arthur had promised to leave a keycard to his room with the front desk, Eames reminded himself. It was, unfortunately, three in the morning, but he was going to wake the point man up anyway after he got ahold of something for his headache and that was that.
Retrieving the card once he arrived at the hotel, Eames headed to his own room first to dump his stuff and take something for the headache too. That done he quickly showered and changed, feeling marginally better and positive that he'd feel even better once he got his hands on Arthur's beautiful ass.
Heading out and down the hall Eames let himself into the other man's room, making his way through the darkness easily, his senses focused on the scent of Arthur that currently permeated the room. It was hidden beneath the products the man insisted on using, but he appreciated the fact that it wasn't as bad as it normally was.
Arriving at the bedroom door he opened it carefully, slipping soundless inside. Closing the door behind him he sensed that Arthur was indeed awake and aware, feeling the man's gaze on him before he turned around. And though very little light was coming through the shaded bedroom windows he could make out the fact that Arthur had a gun in his hand, currently pointed in his direction. "Well that's quite a welcome back, Darling."
"If you weren't welcome I would have actually shot you." Arthur pointed out as he shifted to return the gun to its earlier hiding place before informing Eames that if he wanted a proper welcome home he should get his British arse into the bed so that he could dig his nails into it while the man fucked his brains out.
Smiling wide Eames stripped of the clothes he'd recently donned and then slid under the covers Arthur held up for him. "Hello, Darling."
"Hi back." Cupping the back of Eames's head Arthur pressed close, lifting a bare leg over Eames's thigh as the man's lips settled over his. The kisses were surprisingly gentle and drawn out, Arthur sighing with pleasure when Eames turned his attention to kissing his neck. "I thought you were going to fuck my ass into the mattress as soon as you got back?" He teased primly, not at all sorry that that wasn't the case. But they had been having phone 'conversations' every night since the first and Eames's had made his impatience to have him in reality quite clear.
"As soon as my headache is gone I bloody well will."
"Do you need something for it?"
Eames shook his head before nipping Arthur's shoulder possessively. "I took something. Bane headaches take longer to dissipate than most."
Lifting his hands Arthur gently massaged Eames's temples, hoping to provide a little more relief even as his curiosity got the better of him. This was the first time the man had mentioned Bane in his company before. "You had a fight with your cousin?"
Not at all surprised to know that Arthur knew who Bane was, though he did wonder how much the point man had dug into his family, Eames decided that could wait until later since the sooner they stopped talking about Bane the sooner they could discuss far more pleasurable things, like whether the point man had bought the edible body lotion as he'd asked.
"I didn't have a fight with him, one generally doesn't have verbal fights with Bane. Just physical ones."
"He hurts you?" Arthur snarled the question, his body tensing dangerously at the idea of someone of Bane's size and strength hurting the man who was his.
Taken aback, he'd never heard Arthur snarl before, Eames blinked in surprise. Then he was touched as it occurred to him that he was seeing this whole new side of Arthur because the man was actually feeling protective of him. "No need to get angry on my account, Darling, Bane is always very careful not to hurt me when we spar." Which always bruised his ego for hours afterwards. "I just meant that he doesn't argue with people, he never loses his cool and is more self contained than you are. He even fights that way, which is why I can't beat him."
"What were you trying to fight about?"
"Oh my mum and aunt are convinced that Bane is hung up on some bloke he met eight months ago in Tibet. Mum overheard some of his…friends talking about the guy and told Aunt Grace. Personally I don't think the man knows the first thing about dating someone, and he says they're wrong about there being someone, but who knows with him." Eames shrugged and then rolled them over so that he was on top. "But enough about him, we have a LOT to do before its time to report to the warehouse."
"Show me."
