Disclaimer: As always I own nothing but the original characters and the situations I put all characters in. Everything else belongs to somebody else and that's just the way it's gotta be. Thanks so much for reading, hope you review and let me know what you think!

Note: Changes made to 'Premium Rush' in order to use Joseph Gordon Levitt's character but this chapter does contain movie spoilers. Unfortunately there is no sex scene between him and Tom Hardy in the movie…though I'd have blown my bank account going back again and again to see it so that's probably for the best lol.

Package Delivered

Sipping from his water glass Arthur pretended to idly study the restaurant they were in. It was safer and less irritating than paying attention to the other members of his team. A team that should never have been formed, least of all to attempt to pull off the stupidest job Dom had ever gotten them into. And that was saying something since Mal's death. Her interference was subtly at the moment, but it wouldn't stay that way. Dom's subconscious knew when it was best to strike and how.

Not that Dom was letting that on, playing at being as cool a customer as the man who'd hired them and was currently buying them lunch.

Eyes flickering over to Saito Arthur wondered not for the first time how the man could think this would actually work. Because even if they did somehow manage to control Mal and their target, they were bringing in newbies who were as green as he, Dom, and Eames were seasoned. That couldn't possibly end well.

Watching a look of recognition come into the older man's eyes Arthur shifted his gaze to see who had caught Saito's attention, a chill running down his own spine as he recognize the woman coming towards them, her gaze saying that she recognized him as well.

Shit.

"Mr. Saito, what a delight to see you. And you as well, Wilee, it's been too long."

Feeling everyone's eyes turn in his direction Arthur nodded his head in greeting, knowing better than to try and convince her she had the wrong man. "Sister Chen. I'm surprised you remember me, seeing as we only met that one time."

"Ah, but you are not someone easily forgotten." Was her response, lips curving into a feline smile. "The infamous Wilee Coyote, the best bike messenger in all of New York. One who suffered torture and multiple broken bones in order to deliver to me a ticket that would allow your friend to bring her family to America with only seconds to spare. I must say I'm surprised to see you in a suit looking so businesslike though. Too many injuries, perhaps?"

"You were a bike messenger?" Eames repeated, disbelief in his voice.

"Once upon a time."

"Perhaps you could join us, Madame Chen, and tell us all about it." Saito's eyes lit within with interest. "Arthur isn't much for conversing about his past."

Arthur understood his employer's interest, the man couldn't control and anticipate an opponent whose past and weaknesses were a mystery to him. Which was why he was pleased when she regretfully declined with an explanation that she was in fact keeping someone waiting as it was. But she said something to Saito in Chinese with a serious look in her eyes, and Arthur's instincts said that it was important before she bid them good bye and then left.

"She said to be careful of you, because you're a man with no breaking point." Eames murmured to him.

Looking up and meeting his gaze, feeling the hard shock of connection and chemistry zinging through his system, Arthur tried to tell himself it was his imagination even as he saw that the forger felt it too.

"Arthur…you were tortured…for real?" Ariadne's voice was small and horrified.

He'd told her what Mal was capable of doing, subtly trying to scare her off the job, but apparently that kind of torture wasn't actually 'real'. Dom had gotten to her good. "I had multiple cracks in my ribs when Monday got ahold of me. They weren't hard to finish breaking with a little pressure put on them."

While Ariadne gaped at him in horror Eames spoke.

"The bastard pay for what he did?"

The forger's tone of voice was protective and dangerous, Arthur feeling heat curl in his belly as he nodded. Normally he hated when people acted like he needed to be protected from anything or anyone, but somehow it was okay that it was Eames. Like when he'd jumped into the fight before. His dreams were messing with his head, making him feel like the forger had the right to protect him. Like they were a couple.

Which made the dreams he'd been having more dangerous to him than he'd previously thought, but Arthur knew better than to think he wouldn't savor every one of them until his consciousness opted to end the X-rated dreams.

They were too addicting for him to resist.

Though it was truly a sad state of affairs when you're over experimented on mind generated this many sex dreams to compensate for a current dry spell, Arthur thought as he sipped from his water, wishing it was something stronger.

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Arthur's Dream

After securing his bike and covering it up with a tarp Arthur headed up the stone steps and into the building, taking off his helmet and biking gloves as he went. Once inside he headed straight for the elevator, knowing precisely where to go with most of the regulars recognizing him on sight and therefore making no comments about the fact that he was a biker surrounded by suits. He'd collected and delivered plenty of packages in the building, which was how he'd met the guy he'd come to see.

To his right he could hear two women whispering about him, the one explaining who the hottie was. As always the name Wilee surprised the other until it was explained to be a nickname, his given name unknown to everyone which was how it would stay since he'd been blessed with a mother who'd thought it such a great idea to name him after a fictitious, doomed king. Like any kid wanted to be saddled with the name Arthur. Other bikers had started calling him Wilee in high school because according to them he was a guy with a death wish who constantly put himself into situations that should have technically gotten him killed. He was a master at narrowly escaping serious harm or death, not to mention constantly chasing after the need for speed, aka the Roadrunner.

So in conclusion he'd rather be known as Wilee, even though they were only right about its suitability to a point.

Getting off on the correct floor Arthur headed down the hallway, smiling when he got the go ahead to head straight in from his lover's secretary. Letting himself in he immediately hung up his helmet, bag and rain soaked coat on the coat hanger, retrieving three items from his bag and sliding them into his pockets before heading towards the main desk where his man sat, talking on the phone while giving him a wide grin that said he was pleased to see him.

Giving his man a look that indicated he was going to be very pleased shortly Arthur walked around the desk and pulling out the items he'd retrieved earlier, dropping the lube and two packaged condoms on the paper scattered desk that proved Eames was not what he'd call a neat person.

And sure he had the man's complete attention Arthur reached down and undid his shorts, letting them fall to the ground in a heap before stepping out of them. The rain had soaked them after all, and they hadn't been comfortable, Arthur thought with a knowing little smile, loving the way he was being watched as he quietly slipped onto the man's lap, pressing his lips against Eames's throat in greeting.

"Hold on a minute, Mac." Eames lifted the phone from his ear and then pressed a hand over it to muffle him, his voice shifting to a far more intimate tone. "I'll be with you in ten, Darling. Behave till then."

Of course the subtle warning was slightly ruined by the free hand that was stroking his ass, but that was Eames for you, Arthur mused with a grin as he nuzzled his face against his man's neck. And while his man went back to his call like nothing was going on Eames's hand continued to stroke over his skin, leaving his ass for the moment to slide under his T-shirt to his spine, which was just fine with him.

Loving the touch Arthur would have normally just waited the call out, mostly behaving until then for Eames's sake, but unfortunately he had a very narrow window of opportunity today as the week long bad weather had driven a lot of his competition indoors, both because of the hazards it posed and because a lot of them had caught colds as a result. He had to take advantage of that while he could.

And he just plain loved taking advantage of his man, period.

The idea of doing his level best to make Eames lose his cool on the phone appealed, but he didn't know who his lover was talking to and wouldn't risk getting his man in trouble with his bosses. And since they were pressed for time…foreplay was just going to have to wait until tonight.

Retrieving the lubricant from the desk Arthur coated his fingers, knowing Eames was watching his every move as the older man barely paid any attention to the conversation he was having. Shifting up so that he was resting on the pads of his feet on either side of the chair, one hand braced on the chair's arm for balance, Arthur reached behind him with the other so that he could start working himself open, deliberately resting his forehead against Eames's shoulders since he knew if he could see the man's reaction to what he was doing he wouldn't be able to keep his own reactions under control.

But he could feel his man shudder under him, the slight change in the British accent that aroused him so quickly and easily. And then Eames' hand slid back down to his ass, a finger stroking alongside his own, making it clear he wanted to join the preparation. Nodding so that Eames would know it was okay Arthur shuddered as Eames' finger joined his, their fingers opening and stretching him together in ways that had him softly saying Eames' name in spite of himself.

That was enough for his lover. "All right, then, Mac, I think we've hashed this out enough for now. Give me a call later if you need to. I've gotta go. Bye."

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As soon as the phone was off Eames tossed it onto his desk and with his now free hand latched onto the back of Arthur's head and drew it up so that he could kiss the hell out of him, his desire apparent in how quickly he got his tongue into the action as they made out like desperate teenagers on the chair that groaned under their combined weight.

Drawing back when he felt his ability to stop himself from tearing Eames's clothes off wane dangerously, Arthur just grinned at the sound of annoyance Eames made, understanding the sentiment completely. But there was something that needed to be taken care of given the size of the erection he could feel pressed up against his body. Twisting around so that he could grab one of the condoms Arthur set it down on the chair's handle and then went to work opening Eames's trousers, not surprised that the man was commando since he'd watched him dress that morning. "Wouldn't want to get your suit dirty."

"Put it on me, Luv."

"That was my plan." Opening the packet Arthur did precisely that, making a sound of pleasure when Eames did the same for him, his lover deliberately stroking him just the way he liked to make him that much harder.

And as much as they both craved more skin to skin contact it was too dangerous to completely strip down, especially since it would be a lot easier to put their clothes to rights if they kept what they had on in case someone came knocking. So instead they simply shoved Eames's trousers down to his knees and then turned their attention to making that body to body contact elsewhere.

Leaning back in his chair Eames watched him with predatory need as he used more lube to insure that there wouldn't be any problem, and then rising up while grasping Eames's erection Arthur slowly lowered his body back down on it, eyes closing with pleasure as he worked his lover inside of him while Eames's fingers dug into his hips and groaned with him.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Darling."

Forcing his lids open Arthur smiled a little, wrapping his fingers around the chair's arms as he used them to lift him a little up, his muscles flexing taunt for a moment before he loosened them and deliberately impaled himself to the hilt.

Cursed out in rough, broken Brit for being a bloody impatient tease Arthur just laughed and then moaned as Eames took control, his hands moving him up and down as he was taken so hard and fast he couldn't breathe and didn't care.

Giving himself over to the sensations and not wanting to embarrass himself by coming too quickly Arthur reached down between them with one hand and stroked his fingers over his man's balls in between thrusts.

"Fuck, Darling!"

"I'm a courier, Darling. I know how to take care of packages."

"Mine only." Eames growled back possessively.

"You want me to only handle yours, huh? Well then make me yours, Mr. Eames." Arthur shot back with challenge in his darkened eyes, the look in them one he'd always worn when faced with a difficult run or stunt. "Take me."

And take him Eames did, riding him so hard and thoroughly that Arthur would think later with a grin that had he been a bike, he'd have totally been shredded. But that suited him just fine, especially since he knew that that guaranteed that his lover would spend the coming night making slow, slow love to him because Eames knew he had to be able to handle riding his bike tomorrow.

Which okay, was going to be a slight problem from now until dinner, but he could ride without his ass on the seat easily enough. This had been worth it. So worth it.

All but purring with contentment as Eames slid his hands up and down his back in a soothing motion, Arthur was tempted to nod off right then and there, he felt that sated and comfortable. It was strange, scary, and…good that he could feel so complete after years of sharp, broken edges.

"So was this your way of apologizing for having to stand me up for tonight because Raj talked you into working late again? Because if it is…it worked."

Chuckling, Arthur raised head and lazily met Eames's gaze, wondering if the man realized what it said about their relationship that he rarely canceled on their plans together. "No, I'll be there. I just needed the adrenaline fix, and you're always so handy." He added with a definite purr to his voice. "I've had to take it way too easy the last couple of days, gotta stay on my game and all that."

"And yet you come to me bruised." Eames resorted, removing one hand from under Arthur's shirt so that he could grasp Arthur's wrist and bring the arm up to eye level. The bruising wasn't bad all things considering, and nothing compared to the scar tissue above it, where he'd made contact with a taxi eight months ago.

Trust his lover to have noticed even in the throes, Arthur thought to himself. The man rarely missed anything. "Fucking taxi cut me off."

"They hate you as much as you all hate them, don't they." Eames murmured, tracing the scars with his fingers, as he'd done countless times before.

"I wouldn't hate them if they stayed out of my way." Though he probably would, the hatred so ingrained by now. "And you'd think they'd appreciate that I don't break their side mirrors off the way V used to." At least not as often as she had, anyway.

Arthur could see in the quick flicker of emotion in his lover's eyes that Eames didn't appreciate him mentioning Vanessa. He'd turned down the man's flirting because he was with V when they'd first met, and he'd only returned the interest three months ago when he and his former girlfriend finally split for good. Sometimes he got the impression that Eames feared he was the rebound relationship and that he wasn't as invested as he knew the Englishman to be in this thing between them.

He'd never been good at the emotion thing though. He didn't know how to say what he felt without it coming out awkward and forced, Arthur silently cursed as he leaned in for a simple kiss before drawing back with a smile as he teased. "So provided I don't end up sick or needing stitches, we're still on for dinner at your place, right? Unless you were hoping this really was my apology for not making it tonight."

"You damn well better be there in one piece or I'm paddling your pretty ass, Darling."

Smirking, Arthur shook his head. "You and calling me darling." The man refused to call him Wilee in petty revenge for the fact that he refused to tell him his actual, given name. He didn't tell anyone that. There were worse names to be saddled with of course but-

A light going off in his mind Arthur sighed even as he acknowledged the fact that his brilliant brain had just provided him with a way to convey to Eames how special he was to him without him actually having to say the words. It would be embarrassing, and come back to bite him on the ass…but he didn't want Eames to stop biting his ass because he thought they weren't a real couple.

"Arthur."

"Come again?"

"It's Arthur. My name. And if you call me that in front of anyone I'll be using my chain to-"

Arthur didn't get a chance to finish his threat, his mouth occupied as Eames made it clear he understood him perfectly.

Thank God.