He looked around the lobby again and he noticed that it was a little more crowded than before.
"Most likely the early check-ins.' He thought to himself before glancing down at the paper he held in his hands. He had received a phone call from the hotel that morning relaying a message from agent Levine about the meet up time, so he showed up early at the younger male's hotel to check out the place and make sure they weren't going to be watched or followed.
Other than a few appreciative glances and smiles from a few females, Eames had been sitting in the lobby for two uneventful hours, just sitting in a corner near the elevators where he had a view of everyone and anyone who came in and out of the hotel.
He wasn't sure about this whole meeting, Eames didn't like going in blind yet when it came to getting involved with this agent Levine he felt like that's all his been doing, going in blind. He was sceptical how exactly the brunette got an in with Sevant, and Arthur Levine didn't exactly pull off the bad guy look, but Eames has done this job long enough to know that the movie villain with the gold teeth and scruffy appearance from back in the days were few and far in between.
"005, I trust your doing well?"
The female voice broke into his thoughts and through his ear as he sat and waited.
"Moneypenny, I appreciate the concern but I am quite fine." Eames smirked, his eyes still bouncing around the room.
"So your in perfect health? No injuries, you haven't been kidnapped?" She spoke again.
"Oh my sweet, sweet girl the only thing that I suffer from is a broken heart which you have given me." Eames spoke dramatically.
"005, you missed your meeting with M this morning." The beta's voice sounded annoyed.
"You know I'm almost done with this assignment, maybe when I return you and I..." Eames began.
"005, M..." The female interrupted.
"Oh sorry my dear, we'll finish this conversation as soon as I get back." Eames said ending the call as the scent washed over him.
"Agent Levine." He thought to himself. He had smelled the other male before he saw him, the young agent had walked out of the elevator in another impeccable suit and walked straight toward the front desk and spoke to the female behind it.
Eames waited until the field agent moved away from the desk before making his way over and asking if anything had been left for him, the female quickly reached under the desk and gave him a small yellow envelope, grabbing it the Alpha nodded at her before walking out of the lobby, past agent Levine and toward the underground parking garage.
Walking down the sloped cement he opened up the envelope before glancing inside and pulling out a set of car keys, he studied them before pressing the alarm button and quickly seeing the lights flash from a dark car parked in the corner. Making his way over to the luxury car, he walked around back and popped the trunk and quickly noticed a large duffel bag. Opening it up he saw binoculars, two small hand guns, a silencer and a regulation sniper rifle which needed to be pieced together. He grabbed one of the handguns and tucked it into his back before closing the trunk and getting into the driver seat of the car. He glanced around the inside of the vehicle before noticing a small ear piece sitting in the cup holder, he quickly studied it before turning it on and pushing it into his other ear.
"I see you found everything." Agent Levine's voice broke into his ear after a few seconds.
"Yes I did, are you always this thorough?" Eames asked with a smirk.
"Always."
Eames could hear the seriousness in that one word.
"I can see that, but any large numbers and there is only so much I can do." Eames hoped there were no large numbers, he wasn't the type that liked showing up to a gun fight with a knife.
"You're a 00, if those tools aren't good enough to get the job done, maybe this isn't the profession for you."
Eames was sure he could hear the eye roll over the ear piece.
"What were you expecting heat seeking missiles and grenade launchers?" The mixed dynamic male continued.
"Now that you mention it..." Eames trailed off.
"I can't believe your MI6's finest." The younger male sounded like he had said that more to himself than to Eames.
"You think I'm MI6's finest?" Eames asked making sure his mirth was felt through the ear piece.
"You're a 00, last time I checked your were suppose to be the elites of the agency." Agent Levine sounded as if it pained him to admit that Eames was anything more than average.
"You know what your problem is?" Eames spoke confidently.
"What, according to you is my problem?" At this the younger man sounded almost amused, as if whatever was going to come out of the alpha's mouth next was going to be so ridiculous that he couldn't wait to hear it.
"Your problem is you have no imagination, you mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling." Eames hadn't notice the slip of the pet name.
"You...The car just arrived." The field agent spoke after a few minutes of silence.
Eames quickly pushed the start engine button and pulled out of the parking space and out of the garage. Just as he pulled up behind a black undiscriptive car, he noticed as a muscular white male opened the car door for agent Levine before closing it after the mixed dynamic male and going around and getting into the driver seat.
Eames waited for the car to pull out and after a few seconds followed.
During the ride Eames fought the urge to speak, for some reason the alpha kept feeling the urge to ask the younger male about his mix dynamic scent, how exactly he became involved in MI6 even though he was an American, and how he became associated with Sevant? There were many questions he felt like he needed to ask but instead he stayed quiet, now wasn't the time to get distracted especially since they had no idea what they were walking into.
Eames followed the car from a distance but made sure to keep up, he had noticed the other car seemed to be leading them out of the city and toward the outskirts. It seemed typical to Eames, these shady meeting places where things always go wrong and there never seems enough space to maneuver.
As the car exited off the highway Eames could see a warehouse off to the distance.
"That has to be it, the warehouse." Eames spoke out loud so agent Levine could hear him.
Now that there was no traffic or cars, Eames stayed farther away and figured he would park away from the warehouse and just make the walk and see if he can set up somewhere he wouldn't be seen.
As he stopped the car on a hill overlooking the warehouse he got out and went into the trunk to pull out the binoculars out of the duffel bag and looked through. The warehouse was obviously abandoned, the metal on the roof was rusted out with holes littering here and there, and some glass windows were broken out.
He saw the car the field agent was in pull up to the warehouse and two other cars parked in the front. As he continued to search around the grounds to see what security precautions Sevant had taken for this meeting, he saw two men with automatic weapons come out to the front and proceed to start having a conversation.
"I'm going to try to get access to the warehouse, don't go in until I'm set." Eames informed agent Levine before setting out towards the warehouse.
"Where is Sevant?" Eames could hear agent Levine through the ear piece.
The alpha heard the other man respond that Sevant had not gotten there yet and that he was welcomed to wait inside, which Levine had quickly thanked but preferred to stay in the car til their boss's arrival.
Eames moved quickly down the rocky slope toward the side of the warehouse, the duffel bag weighing him down slightly.
"Maybe the heat seeking missiles, and grande launchers would have been a bad idea." Eames thought to himself as he switched the bag to his other shoulder before sliding down a few more feet.
When he reached the bottom he quickly opened the bag and grabbed the silencer before screwing it on the hand gun he had tucked away. He moved toward the other side of the building and noticed that security was basically non existant from what the alpha male could see, no armed men, no cars, no nothing. He turned and quickly assembled the sniper rifle the field agent had provided him before strapping it onto his back and moving toward the door that led into the warehouse. Again finding it completely devoid of any people, he glanced toward both sides of the warehouse before noticing steps on the left hand side behind huge shipping containers that led up to a questionable rusted walkway.
He glanced in between a few containers and was able to see the entrance where Sevant and agent Levine would most likely come through.
"Walkway it is." Eames spoke out loud making sure the field agent could hear him through the ear piece. "I'm going to be on your right, there are a few shipping containers for cover and one an exit towards the back."
At that moment Eames could hear movement in the direction of the warehouse he had just came through, putting the sniper rifle on the ground he laid down before looking through the scope and seeing a man walk through the back door with five men with semi automatic rifles.
"Eli Trevon." Eames whispered. "5 men, semi automatic." Eames knew it was Trevon without actually having to see a picture of the man. The lack of sophistication was written all over his clothes and body language, the alpha could tell this was his first big meeting with someone important and the first time he was going to come into contact with more than the street dealers he was use to.
Eames shifted his scope to the entrance of the warehouse as the door opened and Sevant walked in with four men and agent Levine.
Sevant was a medium built man with blonde hair and a clean shaven face, he was at least 6'2, mid thirties with a suit almost to rivals Arthur...almost.
"So, Eli." He called to the man on the other side of the warehouse.
Trevon moved away from the containers and his men spread out behind him, he walked toward the middle of the warehouse where Sevant stood but made sure to keep a distance.
"Sevant." He spoke the name, suspicion clearly lacing his voice.
"Let's not waste time, I heard you have some software I might be interested in?" Sevant cut to the chace.
Eames could see Trevon tense up even from his high position.
"I-I just want to get rid of it, I have no damn use for it." Trevon said shoving his hands into the pockets of his army cargo pants. "I mean, I might as well get something for it."
Sevant snapped his fingers and one of his lackey's moved forward with a briefcase which he quickly opened to reveal a laptop, while the other placed a small table in the middle.
"You have the software on you?" Sevant questioned.
Trevon looked at the laptop through narrowed eyes. "Yea, course I do, but what's that for?"
"You don't think I'm going to give you this much money and me not test out what I'm purchasing, don't you.?" Sevant seemed like he wanted to sigh but for appearance sake decided not to.
"Yea, makes sense but..." Trevon began.
"And don't worry, my companion here will make sure the software works." Sevant nodded agent Levine forward.
"Um' sure sure." Trevon spoke, snapping his fingers like Sevant did except none of Trevon's goons moved.
Eames felt the urge to snicker out loud and he could tell the field agent was feeling something similar as the alpha looked over at the straight faced younger man, the only thing giving him away was the small twitch in his eye the 00 caught.
"Get the stuff!" Trevon turned and yelled at one of the men closest to him, causing the armed goon to jump than quickly turn on his heels.
The mixed dynamic male walked past Sevant and toward the table that was set up with the laptop and quickly booted it up as Sevant moved forward and stepped right behind agent Levine. Eames quickly shifted on the ground and looked through the scope, if Sevant tried anything the alpha was ready to take the shot.
"You know I waited for you last night." Eames heard Sevant's voice through agent Levine's ear piece.
Eames quickly pulled back from the scope and looked over the sniper riffle at the two men, specifically Levine's body language and the way Sevant leaned toward the younger male.
"I'm ready to test the program." Eames heard the stiffness in agent Levine's voice as he responded.
"No need to act so formal." Sevant spoke again.
Eames watched on as Sevant placed his hands on the small of the field agents back.
"Don't touch me." Levine spit out softly.
Eames heard the back door to the warehouse open loudly before Trevon's goon came into view with a backpack in his hand.
"My cold little bitch." Eames quickly brought his attention back to Sevant. "You're the only man who has looked at me with such hate in his eyes."
"I find that hard to believe." The young field agent hissed.
Trevon seemed to be uncomfortable with how close Sevant was to agent Levine and looked everywhere but at them.
"The way you looked at me when you were on your knees with that pretty little mouth..." Sevant didn't finish the sentence and seemed to have finally noticed that Trevon was standing there backpack in hand.
Eames mind was reeling and he felt a slight sickening feeling in his stomach.
"Was he forced? Raped? Did he do it willingly? Damn it!" Eames thoughts began to drift drastically. "Is this how he got in with Sevant? By whoring himself?"
It wasn't unheard of for an agent to use alternate tactics for a resolution to the missions that were given to them, 007 had made a name for himself doing just that but for some reason the thought of Arthur doing it didn't sit well. When Eames met Levine, this young man who walked with an impeccable taste in suits with intelligent eyes that seemed far beyond his years, this young man who couldn't be more than 24 and carried the arrogance to go with it, Arthur Levine was a man with alpha traits and a scent that didn't match.
Eames glanced up again as Sevant moved away from the field agent and everything in Eames's body wanted to take the shot right than and there, he wanted to speak to Arthur to ask if he could be the one to end Sevant's miserable life but he fought the urge. A few days with the field agent and Eames knew that Arthur was not a women who needed his honor defended, he also knew first hand the lithe youth could take care of himself, yet even though he knew all of this, that knot in the pit of his stomach refused to go away.
"Bring it here." Sevant spoke signalling to Trevon before stepping farther away from Arthur and the laptop.
Trevon had jumped at the sound of his name before nodding and reaching into the backpack and pulling out a small USB drive. Eames watched as Trevon looked over at one of his men before walking toward Arthur and placing the drive on the table.
Quickly the field agent grabbed the drive and connected it and began to type away, while Sevant snapped his finger again and one his men moved forward with a briefcase and crossed to the other side where Trevon stood and handed it to him.
Trevon seemed to fidget and glanced over a Sevant.
"I assure you it's all there." Sevant spoke.
"Yea." Was all Trevon said glancing down at the briefcase in his hand.
"We done?" Sevant spoke.
"Seems authentic." Arthur answered, somehow knowing Sevant was addressing him.
"Than let's go, I'm anxious to get back." Sevant said, Eames seeing the man's eyes roaming down the field agents turned body.
"It's been..." Sevant trailed off before continuing. "convenient."
"Yea, thanks." Trevon said glancing a Sevant than over at Arthur.
Trevon turned with his men and began to walk toward the back of the warehouse, Eames fighting to get up and stop them from leaving but he was saved by Arthur.
"Wait!" Arthur spoke. "This isn't the program."
At that Trevon quickly ran through the shipping containers for cover as both side began to shoot at each other, the alpha watched as Arthur managed to get out of the line of fire and into cover.
"Go After Trevon, I'll take care of this end." Arthur voice broke into his ear.
"I can't leave you here trapped." Eames responded.
"Eames."
The alpha had looked at the mixed dynamic male through the scope of the sniper and at the moment he had made eye contact with the brunette.
"Fine, let me at least pick a few off." Eames said fighting the urge to smirk.
Eames focused his shot on one of Sevant's gunmen that was closest to Arthur, once he picked him off he looked for Sevant but apparently the other man had done the intelligent thing and sought out cover. Eames focused his shot on another of Sevant's men, before taking out two of Trevon's men and dropping the riffle to the ground. He pulled the gun tucked in his back and made his way down the rusted steps and through the containers. He could still hear shots on the other side of the warehouse but he made his way making sure to take down any of Trevon's men, hopefully Arthur wouldn't have issues dispatching any men on his side. Just as the Alpha made it to the back he noticed Trevon slip out through the door which he quickly followed after.
"Stop!." Eames commanded.
Trevon quickly stumbled forward with the briefcase.
"Turn around, slowly." Eames said holding the gun pointed at Trevon's head.
"Who are you?" Trevon asked turning slowly to look at the larger alpha.
"MI6." Eames spoke. "Now drop the briefcase."
Trevon did so slowly, his eyes glancing around as if looking for an escape route.
"Where is it?" Eames questioned.
"I gave it to Sevant." Trevon answered back.
"Try again." Eames said cocking the gun.
The 00 could still hear shots coming from in the warehouse.
"Which is your car?" Eames asked the other male.
Trevon quickly pointed to a beat up sedan, which caused the alpha to raise an eyebrow.
"Open the back please." Eames said walking over to the car, gun still pointed at Trevon.
Trevon walked over slowly and opened the trunk of the car.
"Get in." Eames directed.
The other man looked at Eames confusion written all over his face.
"In, or I'll hit you." The alpha spoke again.
Trevon glanced at Eames fist before climbing into the trunk.
Eames walked over to the briefcase before tossing it into the trunk with Trevon.
"Stay here, I'll be back." Eames said not really hearing what Trevon was screaming about as he slammed the trunk closed.
Eames made his was back into the warehouse, quickly running into one of Trevon's men and dispatching him with two shots to the chest. He made his way through the containers toward the center where the meeting had taken place. The sound of gunfire had ceased, and now he was on the look out for agent Levine.
"You bitch!."
Eames could hear the words echo through the now quiet warehouse.
"Has to be Sevant." Eames thought to himself. The alpha picked up his pace and moved toward the other side of the warehouse. The first thing he saw was Arthur standing with a gun to his hand and it pointed to Sevant, who was on the ground coughing up blood.
"You stupid whore!." Sevant growled.
"You know, maybe you shouldn't goad him like that." Eames said walking up to the two.
Sevant glanced over at the new comer before spitting blood in the 00's direction, it landing directly on the ground in front of the man.
"Or maybe you should" Eames said glancing at the obvious gun shot wound to the bloodied man's stomach.
"Trevon?" Agent Levine asked, his eyes never moving off Sevant.
"Secure." Eames answered glancing at the gun in Arthur's hand.
"I guess we're done here than." Arthur said before pulling the trigger, the bullet going through Sevant's head.
"Hand didn't even shake." Eames thought to himself as the mixed dynamic male turned on his heel and headed toward the back of the warehouse.
"Where is he?" Arthur asked looking toward the alpha.
"Trunk." Eames responded walking over to the trunk of the beat up vehicle he had placed Trevon in.
Opening the back Eames reached in with one arm and literally picked up the other male by his neck and tossed him out. Trevon hit the ground with a yelp and the 00 fought the urge to smirk, his eyes quickly looking at Arthur and to the alpha's surprise he was being stared at intently in return by the field agent.
"I don't know nothing." Trevon spoke standing up.
Eames forced himself to drag his eyes away from the unnerving gaze and focus them on the criminal who was currently dusting himself off.
"Where is it?" Eames asked walking back to the trunk and grabbing the briefcase.
"I don't know nothing.' Trevon spoke again crossing his arms across his chest.
"You came here to trade-off software for money, now the money is right there and apparently the only thing missing is your end of the bargain." Eames said leaning against the car.
"I told you I don't kn.." Trevon didn't finish as Eames fist connected to the left side of his face.
"Let's try again." Eames circled around the kneeling man.
"Fuck!." Trevon yelled spitting out blood from his mouth.
"Rumor has it you got your hand on a software that hacked into Russian Intel, why?" Arthur asked.
"Listen Eli, I'm much nicer than my friend here." The alpha spoke kneeling down. "You see, he's the type to shoot off knee caps and cut off fingers. Now I know you don't want that, and if he messes up his suit your really going to get it."
Trevon glanced over at Arthur and whatever the other man saw in the field agents eyes was enough to make the criminal move away from the younger man.
"Listen, I-I."
"Speak." Arthur's voice hard.
"I-I, there was a program used to hack into Russian Intelligence, they wanted to try it before they tried it on MI6." Trevon divulged.
"Why?" Eames asked.
"I don't know, all I know is that it didn't do what it was supposed to so they got rid of it." Trevon spit of some more blood.
"So you thought you'd capitalize by saying you have said program." Arthur surmised.
"What are they looking for?" The 00 questioned.
"He'll kill me." Trevon said quietly.
"Jacquard Roux?" Arthur asked.
Trevon looked at him almost surprised.
"What is he looking for?" Arthur urged.
"It's not what he's looking for...it's who." Trevon finally answered.
"So your suppose to be the contact?" James asked the towering female alpha.
The female looked to be in her early twenty's with a permanent sun-kissed tan, green eyes, and long brown hair with caramel highlights. The girl wore a white ruffled skirt and a pink halter top, gold sandals and a few metallic bracelets on both wrist. James studied her as she sat down in the chair across from him, he could immediately tell that she was not from the more affluent parts of Rio.
"James Bond." She spoke her Portuguese accent thick.
"I was told you could connect me with the NLG?" He asked.
"Yes but this does not come for free." The girl spoke looking down at the 00's watch.
"You get half now and half when you take me." James said.
"You are mistake, I can't take you." Her body stiffened slightly.
"You are from one of the Favela's?" James asked.
"Si, yes." She turned and pointed into the mountains where thousands of small rusted out houses clustered together high above it all. "CDD" She said turning back to Bond.
"City of God." The alpha male stated.
She nodded in affirmation.
"Is that why you wont take me?" James asked.
"CDD is a very bad place, my father and brother are dead." She sighed and leaned back. "Just me, my mother, sister. I will not go to the place because I will not come back."
"You wont go home?" He questioned.
"Not home, to la Torre de Babel." She whispered the name.
"The Towel of Babel?" James said the name with confusion.
"Yes." The female alpha looked around as if making sure no one was listening to them. "I can't take you, but there is a man here who can, he was a member of the group you seek."
"Take me to him." James said as he pushed an envelope across the table towards her.
"We go up there." She pointed up again. "To find him."
"He lives in the City of God?" James asked.
"Yes, but he will be difficult to find." She stood up from the table, the 00 following behind. She stopped at a slightly beat up scooter and climbed on. "It will be difficult to get you in." Her eyes ran down the alpha's body. "Meet me here, our best chance is after the sun goes down."
James nodded before the female alpha nodded back and took off on the scooter her brown hair flowing behind her.
"We didn't have to come here."
Eames could picture the annoyed face the younger male must have on behind him as he hesitated a few seconds before placing the keycard in the lock. The larger alpha pushed in the door and let the field agent in first before following behind him and turning on the light.
"Do you think Trevon was telling the truth?" Eames asked moving toward his open laptop on the desk in the far corner.
"I don't see why he would lie." Arthur spoke standing near the door and looking around the room.
"Well you have a point, especially after you shot him in the knee cap." The alpha shrugged.
"It has to be someone from MI6 or at least someone on file at MI6, but why?" Arthur spoke almost to himself.
"We've been busy chasing the wrong people, they probably found who they were looking for already." Eames stated.
"If Jacquard Roux wanted them it's for nothing good." The mixed dynamic male spoke.
Eames glanced at Arthur who seemed like he didn't want to come any farther into the room. Watching him all Eames could think about the scene in the warehouse, how familiar Sevant had touched the other man.
"L-Arthur." Eames began.
At the sound of his name Arthur's eyes quickly met his.
"About Sevant..." He began.
"Can I use your bathroom?" The younger brunette interrupted.
"Yea, sure." Eames nodded toward the bathroom door, he waited to hear the door close before grabbing his phone and dialing.
"Bond." The 00 quickly answered.
"And how is my favorite mate." Eames smirked.
"Are you still in Paris?" James asked not answering the question yet.
"Yes, just finishing up." Eames answered eyebrow raised.
"Than I'm doing better than you." The other alpha spoke.
"Oh?" Eames wondered.
"Brazil." Was all 007 responded.
"Well it's a good thing I'm heading in the direction than." Eames smirked.
"You have a lead?" James questioned.
"Apparently the field agent I was sent to make contact with managed to track down software that was used to hack into Russian intel and MI6 to Eli Trevon, who said that its actual use is to track someone down." Eames fill the other 00 in.
"You think it's Quintin?' Bond questioned.
"All of this happened around the same time for it to be just a coincidence." Eames stated.
"Why would Quintin be in MI6 files?" James wondered.
"Don't know, but M made it clear it was classified." Eames reminded.
"And Jacquard Roux?" James asked.
"Well we know he's involved and he just used the hacking as a front to track down Quintin by making it seem like he was looking for something else." Eames said while glancing at the bathroom door.
"What we've both failed to find out is why and how the NLG is involved, unless that who Jacquard Roux is working with." The other alpha spoke.
"NLG?" Eames eyes narrowed.
"I make contact with them tonight, from there hopefully I find out where exactly Quintin is."
"Well now that my mission is pointing to Brazil, we should be able to find this Quintin kid." Eames assured.
"You might not even be needed." James goaded.
"Don't be jealous, there's enough women in Brazil for both of us." Eames chuckled.
Just than a shadow caused Eames to glance at the doorway to the bathroom and there Arthur stood clothed except for his jacket which he held in one hand and the long sleeves of his button down rolled up to under his elbows.
To Eames it was the most of Arthur's porcelain skin he had ever seen since they first met, never a hair or button out of place, yet right here and right now looking at the younger man with his arms exposed and the button of the top of his shirt undone it seemed almost obscene.
"Uh, I got to go." Eames managed to get his voice back as he spoke to the 00 on the other line before hanging up.
"You okay?" Eames asked clearing his throat.
"I heard your going to Brazil." Arthur stated placing his suit jacket on a chair close to him.
Eames narrowed his eyes toward the other male.
"You didn't hear me when I came out of the bathroom, and I didn't want to interrupt." Arthur informed.
"Well agent Levine, I should thank you for your help." Eames began getting up from where he was sitting.
"This means I'm not going to Brazil?" Arthur's eyebrow raised.
"You did your job, actually more than what you were sent to do." Eames shrugged. "Now it's time to go back and report and leave the rest of this to me."
"I can be useful." Arthur spoke.
Eames ears quickly picked up the change in tone in Arthur's voice.
"Thanks for the offer but no." Eames walked closer to the younger man and held out his hand. "Your an excellent field agent Arthur Levine."
Arthur reached out but instead of shaking the alpha's hand, he moved closer to wrap his hand around the 00 wrist and pulled him forward.
Eames body quickly stiffened as he came flush with the lithe body in front of him.
"A-Arthur." The 00 tried.
"I see how you look at me." Arthur's voice sounded seductive.
Eames heart seemed to be racing a mile a minute, his body was getting warmer and warmer and all he could think about was the bile rising in his throat.
"I'm...I'm not gay." Eames managed to croak out.
"You don't have to be." The younger male spoke.
Eames eyes locked onto the field agents and maybe that was all the younger man needed because a second later the alpha felt one hand trailing down his chest towards his belt.
"Stop." Eames growled and finally pushed the other man away.
Arthur stumbled back and landed on the bed, his pupils seemed to get bigger and the brown eyes seemed almost black.
"You're an alpha." Arthur finally spoke after what felt like an eternity. "Female, male..." Arthur trailed off and leaned back on his elbows.
From that movement Eames quickly noticed that the male was clearly hard in the obscene fitting slacks he wore.
"It doesn't matter, the only thing an Alpha wants is submission." Arthur said turning his head slightly, exposing his long neck. "I can do that.'
Eames found himself staring at the pale column displayed for him, watching each and every movement in rapt attention.
"Arn't you an alpha?" Eames felt like he had swallowed a dessert.
"But you smell it don't you, under the alpha." Arthur spoke before licking his lips. "You smell that want of submission can't you, the other being that is waiting for something or someone to take control."
Arthur sat up and got off the bed making his way over to the alpha.
Eames body hadn't relaxed in the slightest, he felt like a trapped animal in front of this mixed dynamic male. He was an alpha, king of the jungle in every sense of the world yet here he was forcing his body to stay, to not back down from the smaller man in front of him.
Arthur moved closer now almost touching the older man's body again but instead he dropped to his knees in front of Eames. The alpha began to breathe hard, the whole room smelled like Arthur and his mixed dynamic scent, it covered the 00 completely barely letting him breath. He felt the younger man's hand at his belt again, undoing it, yet everything felt so thick in the air around him, so suffocating, his chest rising and falling hard like if he had ran miles.
"The way you looked at me when you were on your knees with that pretty little mouth..." Sevant's voice broke into his head.
Eames looked down at the mop of brown hair before reaching down and grabbing the narrow shoulders, dragging the field agent up and pinning him against the wall.
"Do I look like Sevant to you?" Eames spoke harshly.
Arthur's body quickly stiffened.
"I get it, we all do things for the good of our mission but what exactly do you think you're doing now?" The alpha's voice softened a little.
"I want to finish this." Arthur spoke his eyes trained on something over the alpha's shoulder.
"You did, you infiltrated Sevant's group and took him down." Eames spoke not moving away.
"After what I, I did." Arthur trailed off.
Eames knew what he meant, the 00 didn't know what else the young field agent had done, or in this case who else, what degrading thing Arthur had put himself to get the information he needed. Eames knew ending the field agents mission now before Arthur found out for himself if it was all worth it, would be a cruelty.
"I need to know if it was worth it." Arthur spoke echoing the 00's thoughts.
Eames finally moved away, the warmth of the other man's body quickly fading.
Arthur moved just as quickly when the alpha moved away and grabbed his suit jacket and quickly headed toward the door.
"Brazil." Arthur spoke turning to look at the alpha.
"I do still owe you a suit." Eames forced a smirk as he heard the metal of his belt clicking together and fought the urge not to blush and not to look down at himself.
He succeeded in the latter but the small smile on Arthur's face as he turned to open the door again let him know he failed to hide the blush.
"I didn't know he had dimples." Eames thought as the door closed behind the brunette.