Warning: very, very graphic SEX, language, and violence

(Jesus, this chapter is long)

Since it's been awhile since the last update, here is a recap of the last chapter, which was Arthur's perspective in Kelly's dream:

""Split up," I hissed and took the elevator, slamming my fist on the very top floor button, while Eames turned to the right. Jonathon went to the left, and I watched from the closing doors as Kelly's projection sprinted, trying to make it into the closing elevator door. I debated whipping out my gun to take him out, but the gunshot would only draw more projections.

My heartbeat increased as the man got closer and closer, and there was five inches of space left… then four then three…

The man let out a yell of frustration as he slammed against the elevator, and the doors shut with a quiet 'woosh'.

I let out the breath I had been holding in, but was still on edge. If the projection went after Eames or Jonathon, then I would be on my own. And I was scared. I knew this was only a test, but the dreamscape still felt real.

I paused and looked up at the numbers as the elevator slowly climbed to the top. I reached into my jacket and removed my gun, drawing it up close to my ear and then extending it to the doors, as the elevator finally reached the top floor and slowed.

A brief second passed before there was a quiet 'ping' and the doors squeaked open. I inhaled, and rushed from the elevator, prepared for any projections that came my way."

Now this chapter switches back to Eames in Kelly's dream :) Enjoy!

When we first came here,

We were cold and we were clear,

With no colors on our skin,

'Till you let the spectrum in

Say my name, as every color illuminates,

We are shining and we'll never be afraid again

X-X-X-X-X

Chapter 9: Spectrum

Eames

Not bothering to look back, I ran through the first door I could reach, and found myself at the bottom of a staircase. Cursing my luck to the high heavens, I mustered up all the energy I could, and began running up the steps two at a time.

I quickly shot a look downwards once I had ascended one whole flight, and was pleased to see that the projection was not following me… yet.

But that meant that it was probably after Arthur or Jonathon. And who wasn't to say that there were five more projections waiting for me in the hallway. Approaching the door slowly, I pushed it open slightly, and looked down the hall both ways to see if there were any men.

I was in luck.

Turning back around, I ran up the next flight, and the next. Panting as I reached the third story, I peeked back into the hotel hallway, and entered when I found it empty.

Walking quickly and silently, I made my way over to the elevator and watched as the light climbed the numbers all the way to the top of the hotel. Floor thirty-five.

"Shit," I muttered. "That's a lot of fucking stairs."

Turning, I yelped and nearly whipped out my gun when I ran into a firm body, but Jonathon quickly grabbed me by the shoulders and held me steady.

"Woah, woah," he calmed me and looked over my shoulder at the elevator. "Is that Arthur on the top story?"

I followed his gaze as the light which rested on floor thirty-five. "Yeah. Shall we take the lift?"

"No." Jonathon shook his head, "There's probably already projections up there waiting for him. I'll be surprised if he makes it. That's a major mistake he made. Projections are always drawn to elevators."

I swallowed and racked my brain for options. "What about a service elevator?"

Jonathon nodded "Follow me. I was lucky enough to stumble upon one. It does, however, only go to the thirtieth floor. We will have to climb the rest of the way." Jonathon turned and motioned me to follow him the way he came.

We silently walked side by side down the hall, guns in hands, and constantly looking around and over our shoulders for projections. It was strange that we didn't see more. Kelly must have a very subdued subconscious.

Finally reaching the small service shaft, Jonathon wrenched the doors open and motioned for me to get in first. I ducked my head and leaned against the far wall, feeling claustrophobic in the small space.

"Going up." Jonathon murmured and punched the button for the thirtieth floor.

For a minute or so, it was silent, until Jonathon spoke. "So. You and Mr. Arthur."

"Yeah?" I bit my lip, nearly forgetting that Jonathon and Kelly had walked in while I was… having a moment with Arthur.

"Are you two…?"

"Fucking? No. I don't even know which team he plays for. But I'm not going to find out, because I'm keeping our relationship strictly professional. This is too big of a job to screw up. And trust me, I've had my fair share of screw-ups." I knew the words coming from my mouth were untrue, but I had to reassure Jonathon that I could do the job even if I did have feelings for Arthur.

"I see. But what about Jack? You've had him under control for the past week, but once we go under for the job… I don't know. I worry, Will." Jonathon sighed as the elevator climbed sluggishly to the twentieth floor.

"Trust me. I worry too. But I've been able to do it for years… so I don't doubt I will be able to keep him out again." I lied. In all truth, I was struggling at that very moment, trying to keep Jack locked in my mind.

The service elevator finally dinged softly, as we reached the thirtieth floor, and Jonathon reached out to yank open the old doors. I stepped out into the hall first, gun pointed.

We reached the staircase and steadily climbed the remaining five floors, leaving my heart pounding desperately both from the exercise and the nerves. Jonathon followed me close behind as I tentatively pushed open the door to the hallway. I was about to give the all clear, when a floury of motion alerted me from the corner of my left eye.

Looking over, I lifted my gun frantically when I spotted a group of projections walking down the hall. There must have been four or five of them.

"Shit!" I cursed and cocked the gun, firing at the men before they noticed me. "Jonathon!" I barked and felt the man lift his gun up to fire at the projections as well.

All of the men fell dead to the carpet, allowing me to release a nervous breath I had been holding in. "Let's move quickly. The other projections probably heard that." I motioned Jonathon to follow, and we quickly avoided the fallen men and made our way down the quiet hall.

We had been walking for a few minutes, not hearing anything in the eerie silence of the hotel hallway. My brain raced with thoughts, and I tried to tell myself that the reason we couldn't find Arthur was because he'd found the safe already.

Suddenly, a familiar voice made me stop in my tracks, and turn to the right, looking at the door from where I had heard it. It was a muffled male voice, but it was loud enough and familiar enough to make my heart race and a bad feeling flood my veins and numb my skin like morphine.

"Eames!" Jonathon hissed and I held up a hand, silencing him.

"In here…" I stepped forward and warily touched the metal door handle, turning it slowly.

"Wait, it could be a trap." Jonathon said quietly.

"No. He's in here. Arthur's in here." I assured him and pushed open the door with a single, firm push.

At first, I couldn't see anything, it was so bright in the hall, and the lighting in the room was much dimmer. I made out a male figure standing in the centre of the room, and let my eyes drift upwards to the face.

Once my eyes had adjusted, and it registered in my mind who was standing in the hotel bedroom, my blood turn cold as ice, and my limbs locked into place.

His familiar sea blue eyes bore into mine, more so than I remembered. His full pink lips and scrunched eyebrows were surrounded by creamy skin with a hint of dark stubble. He wore a black button up with black trousers, and looked at me knowingly, as if he had been expecting me.

Ryan stood before me. A shadow of the man I had once loved, and let Jack kill. He looked as beautiful and vibrant as I remembered him to be. My heart stopped and I stumbled backwards.

"William." He spoke softly. "You came back."

"No." I whispered firmly and shook my head. "You're not Ryan. You're just a shade. You're dead."

"Am I?" Ryan cocked an eyebrow, "Is that was Jack told you?"

To my left, I heard a soft 'click', and a door creak open. My head snapped over, and I felt my mouth go dry as I saw Jack step from the bathroom, a demonic grin plastered on his face. He stepped aside to reveal Arthur laying on the cool white tiles, gagged and hands tied behind his back. He wore a terrified expression, and began struggling when he saw Jonathon and I standing in the threshold of the hotel room.

"Eames, what's going on? Who is that?" Jonathon asked quietly, looking towards Ryan.

Before I could answer, Jack moved out of the corner of my eye, and I yelped in surprise when I looked over to see him hold up a gun and pull the trigger.

"NO!" I yelled after the gunshot echoed through my ears, and I felt Jonathon slump to the ground next to me.

I knelt over the man, but it was too late. His eyes were blank and lifeless. Jonathon was no longer in the dream.

My head snapped up to see Jack chuckling, replacing the gun in the jacket of his pocket.

"Get the hell out of my head!" I yelled at the nearly identical image of myself, snarling in frustration when he simply shook his head and cackled.

"William… I already made it clear that we have a problem that needs to be taken care of… right here." He motioned to Arthur on the bathroom floor.

"No, you're not going to kill him." I clenched my jaw angrily, feeling the heat bubble up inside my chest.

"Come on William. It will be easy. You just let me take over, and I'll do everything. Just like I did with him." Jack pointed menacingly to Ryan, who suddenly had a look of dismay on his face.

"You let him kill me?" Ryan's eyebrows scrunched, and he took a step towards me.

"Don't you dare try to make me feel sorry for you! You betrayed me!" I heard my voice crack, and tears gather in my eyes. "You fucking lied to me! You said you wanted to live your life with me, and only me, but you didn't even mean that! You already had a family…"

"I was going to leave them, William," Ryan came closer and closer to me. Out the corner of my eye, I noticed Arthur looking at me, a pained expression on his face. "I did love you… I still do. I will forgive you for what you did to me."

I bit my lip, locking eyes with him. I used to spend hours getting lost in those eyes. Ryan finally reached out and touched me on the arm, pulling me into his arms. "You can stay here with me," Ryan sighed and tightened his grip. "And I'll forget everything that you did to me. I will forgive you Will, because I love you. Say yes."

I let my eyes flutter shut, and I inhaled his Acqua di Gio cologne that always reminded me of him. I thought back to decades ago, when Ryan and I would go on midnight walks through Boston Common, hand in hand, talking about dream theories, and our planned future, which we would never get to live. I recalled the seductive eyes, which were crystal clear and so incredibly blue.

Those eyes had once pierced into my very soul, and ravaged it, reducing me to an obedient and willing boyfriend, blind to the fact that the man behind those glorious eyes was a fake. An imposter to my feelings. A liar.

Then, I pictured a different set of eyes. Dark brown with hints of gold, framed by soft brown locks. I remembered the warmth of Arthur's lips against mine, and the sting of his hand after he had slapped me. I remember teasing him incessantly, and watching the blush rise to his cheeks in embarrassment. I loved it. I love him. I love Arthur.

My eyelids flew open, and I said it, firmly, and with determination. "No."

Ryan's body tensed around me, and I heard him speak in disbelief. "No?"

I pulled away and met Ryan's eyes. "You heard me. I'm done. Done with you, and Jack, and all the shit I've gone through all my life, having to deal with the guilt of knowing I have murdered innocent people. I won't come crawling back to you, because you're not real. You're just a representation of a fragment of my life that I wished I could forget, but wasn't ready to let go of. So this is it. I'm letting go of you Ryan. I loved you once, but you hurt me, so incredibly bad, and I would never go back to you, if you were still alive or in my subconscious. It's over between us. In dreams, and reality."

Ryan opened his mouth to utter something but before he could respond, I pulled out my gun, and pressed it against his chest, right above his heart. I closed my eyes tightly, and pulled the trigger.

X-X-X-X-X

I felt my eyes flutter open, and I groggily lifted my head, looking around as Arthur and Kelly awoke as well. Jonathon stood before the PASIV, fiddling with the timer.

"What happened?" I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut and opening them again, meeting gazes with Arthur.

"I stopped the timer early." Jonathon sighed.

I ripped the IV from my arm and sat up. "Why?"

"Because we're done. This is the second time that that damn subconscious of yours has made a mess of things, and I can't afford to have it screw up the job." Jonathon said very bluntly, pressing the button to contract all of the IV lines. I winced, but barely noticed as the needle was ripped from my arm, and I stood up.

"Jonathon, I have him under control." I growled through my teeth.

"What I saw in the dream was not under control. Not only had Jack made an appearance, and immobilized our Point Man," Jonathon motioned to Arthur, "But there was also that other man. I don't know who he was, but two shades in one dream is enough to tell me that your subconscious is not ready for a job like this. You are too distracted. I'm sorry William."

I stood for a few moments, my mouth hanging open in shock, not knowing what to say, when I heard a voice speak.

"Mr. Black. Might I say something?" Arthur spoke quietly.

"What is it?" Jonathon looked over at him.

"After you had been shot, Mr. Eames confronted the projection, and had gotten rid of him."

Jonathon stared at Arthur for a moment, contemplating Arthur statement.

"Might I also add on, that if Mr. Eames isn't aware of the layout of the dream, that will make it harder for his subconscious to find us." Kelly spoke, "This 'Jack' projection can't find us in a maze that Eames doesn't know."

"Exactly," I said, silently thanking Kelly and Arthur for trying to save my arse. "Kelly can write the whole layout without me knowing. I don't have to know it, as long as I have someone with me."

"Okay, okay fine." Jonathon nodded and turned to me. "One more chance Mr. Eames. If I so much as see a glimpse of either of your shades, I'm taking you off the job. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," I nodded sincerely.

"Okay. Well then." Jonathon turned to look at Arthur. "I think you are perfectly adequate at what you do in the dreamscape. What do you think?"

"Yes, sir." Arthur nodded.

"Right then. I say we have lunch and then get started on our plan of action." Jonathon suggested.

"I agree," Kelly yawned and stood up from the lawn chair, cracking his back.

Jonathon and Kelly filed their way into the small, conjoined kitchen, and I followed Arthur. "Wait," I stopped him before we entered.

"Yes?" Arthur turned and looked at me.

"May I ask why you did that back there?" I asked him.

Arthur was quiet for a few moments, before he spoke quietly, clearing his throat. "I don't know. I guess I just didn't want to quit on this job."

"But he was going to take me off not you." I trailed off, trying to look for answers in those carefully guarded brown eyes of his. He definitely had his emotional shield up right now.

"I know it's not your fault." Arthur sighed. "You can't really help it. Jonathon may be having doubts about whether or not you can do this job, but I don't. I know you can. In the dreamscape when you were confronting Ryan, I saw strength. You were able to kill him."

"It was by no means, an easy thing to do…" I trailed off, "But I was able to muster up the strength by thinking of something else."

Arthur paused and spoke slowly, as if trying to coax me, "What were you thinking of?"

I lifted my head and pressed my lips firmly together, making the point that I wasn't keen on revealing it. Arthur furrowed his brow. "If you expect me to continue this job adequately, you need to learn to trust me. You can't keep secrets from team members, especially when they could endanger the job-"

"You!" I finally blurted out, staring angrily into his chocolate eyes.

"Wh… What?" Arthur's mouth dropped open and he stuttered a bit.

"I was thinking about you," I said, softer, "I remembered how I felt for Ryan all those years ago, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to succumb to him in my mind, because I had already moved on… to you."

Arthur looked frozen, an expression of shock hanging on his face, but before he could pull together any amount of comprehensible words, I had brushed past him and entered the kitchen to join Kelly and Jonathon.

X-X-X-X-X

After a considerable amount of discussion along with a few bottles of scotch, the team was finally able to reach an agreement on the next step in the job. Tomorrow, Jonathon, Kelly, Arthur, Danny, Billy and I would fly to Washington D.C. in Kelly's private jet and scope out the layout of the city. The president of the United States would be our first target.

Me, being the brilliant Forger and unbelievable actor I was, would procure a security uniform and badge, and infiltrate the White House.

I sighed, running fingers through my hair as I moseyed back to my room to get ready for bed, going over the plans in my head. When summed up into a few sentences, it sounded easier than cake. However, I knew that I would have to focus solely on the job, and not let any outside emotions affect my acting skills.

As I rifled through my bureau, searching for clean pajamas, I heard footsteps, and turned to see Arthur enter the room, a fiery look on his face. I quickly whirled back around and continued my search.

My heart clenched when the door shut with a loud slam, and Arthur cleared his throat obviously.

"Eames. We need to talk." He said forcefully.

I turned around, plastering a calm look on my face, but internally panicking. Was Arthur really upset about what I had said?

"About?" I asked innocently.

"Stop bullshitting me. You know what I mean," Arthur's eyes flashed, not with anger, but with warning. If I didn't act serious, I would be getting hell.

I shook my head and stuck my hands in my front pockets. "I was just telling you the truth darling, just like you wanted." I spoke slowly.

"How long have you… had feelings for me?" Arthur asked, a little softer.

I met his eyes, and watched as the intensity drained form his eyes, leaving those two chocolate orbs that I loved so much. "I never said I had feelings for you, I just said that-" I tried to interject, but Arthur interrupted me.

"Oh shove it Will. Do you think I'm an idiot?" Arthur snapped, the fire returning to his eyes. My heart skipped a beat when he called me by my first name. "The way you look at me, the way you touch and hold me shamelessly, the way you kissed me for Christ's sake!" Arthur shook his head. "It's gone beyond flirting Eames. I know you were just messing with my head when you first met me, but now it's different."

I felt myself grow uneasy with the look he was giving me but he continued, "You need to figure out your feelings. Because we can't go into this job with unsettled issues. So tell me now. Everything. I want to hear it." Arthur looked me up and down, waiting for my answer.

I took a few moments to form sentences in my head, finally deciding to just tell him the truth, from the very beginning. "When I first saw you in the L.A. police department, I was… overcome with lust. I thought you were the most attractive man I'd ever seen." I felt my cheeks growing warm from my blatant words, but Arthur listened with a blank face, urging me to continue. "I kept fantasizing about doing wildly inappropriate things to you. Every night, I would have dreams that were… explicit to say the least. They got so bad, my men had to wake me up so that I would stop yelling."

I dared to glance up at Arthur's face, and was surprised to see he still held a blank expression, while my cheeks had most definitely reddened a considerable amount at what I was telling him. Regardless, I continued.

"But then when I was having you drive me to Dodger Stadium, and you started to cry… I almost let you go right then, I was so overcome with guilt." I shook my head. "I hadn't anticipated feeling guilty about blackmailing you, but the feelings were stronger than I had expected. Anyways, throughout the week, I started to get more and more fond of you. But once Jack killed you in my dream, I knew that my feelings for you were definitely real. He is after you all the time, not only because he thinks you are a threat to the job, but also because he's jealous. Since he's in my head all he time, he knows how much I think about you… which is pretty much all the time."

I sighed and checked Arthur's face again, seeing that a deep crease had formed in his brow, yet his eyes still remained shielded and emotionless. I continued, "I couldn't deny it any more Arthur. I've… I've fallen in love with you." I concluded and nodded, crossing my arms casually across my chest.

Arthur stayed silent for quite a while, around three minutes or so, all the while, I crossed and uncrossed my arms, growing more and more impatient.

"This is… So. Incredibly. Dangerous." Arthur finally said and looked up at me. "Do you have any idea how endangering this is to the job?"

"Yes. I'm fully aware." I said slowly, taken aback at his words. That was not the reaction I was expecting.

"Then why?" Arthur furrowed his brow. "Why did you allow it to go this far? Why didn't you find another person to do the job? One who wouldn't mess with your emotions?"

"I-" I started then stopped. "You want the full truth?"

"Of course,"

"In all truth… I was just being selfish. I want to spend time with you. That's why I didn't let you go."

"Wow," Arthur's forehead smoothed. "This is… unexpected."

"For you or for me?" I asked.

"Both, I guess." Arthur half-smiled. "I never had this happen in any jobs when I was in dream work."

"Please just tell me what you're thinking." I urged him. "I just spilled my heart out to you, can I at least get something back?"

Arthur looked at me, contemplating, before he started slowly. "I'm not used to this… I don't usually talk about my feelings… But I'll do the best I can."

He took another deep breath and began, "When I first saw you in the police department, I admit, I did find you attractive. But like all other interfering thoughts and emotions, I shoved it to the back of my mind, and covered it with anger. Not to say the anger wasn't real, I was pissed at you for the blackmail. However, once I started to get back into going under the PASIV, I began to remember more and more why I had gotten into dream work in the first place: there is nothing like it. After I had met Jack in your dream, and you explained everything about your MPD, I began to despise you less and less. I realized how much you had struggled with him, and I saw the pain in your eyes when you told everyone about Ryan. I had never experienced heartbreak like that, but I understood how hurt you were by it. At that point, I was starting to grow easier around you. I began to think of you as a man, and not a monster… and I began to delve back into those lustful thoughts of you, that I had quickly pushed aside when I first met you." At this point, Arthur's cheeks began to turn pink. I laughed and then bit my lip, allowing him to continue.

"This morning when I woke up and ran to the bathroom," Arthur continued slowly, "It wasn't because I was sick… It was because I had a erection from a dream I had involving you."

I found myself wanting to laugh at his face when he admitted to having a boner, but held back the stifled giggles. "In this dream… Was I ravaging you mercilessly until you begged for release?" I asked coyly.

"Shut up," Arthur snapped, looking annoyed by my teasing.

"I think we've had similar dreams for each other." I chuckled, and then grew serious, looking Arthur in the face.

Arthur's expression flickered between longing and control, obviously fighting some internal battle from the intense sexual tension in the room. I cautiously took a step towards him, and was pleased when he didn't take a step back.

"Would you like me to make to reenact that dream you were talking about, darling?" I said softly, taking slowly steps towards the lean man, hoping not to scare him off like a frightened bunny.

"Eames…" Arthur spoke, his voice full of desire. "We shouldn't,"

"I know," I mouthed, finally closing the distance between our bodies, and pulling him against me in a tight embrace. Our noses met, and his hot breath mixed with mine. I longed to taste his mouth, but held back slightly, wanting to wait until his body relaxed.

"We shouldn't," Arthur repeated, this time, quieter.

"I know," I whispered again, and reached over without looking, finding the light switch and turning the lights off.

Once it had grown pitch black, I closed the distance between our mouths and tasted Arthur's sweet tongue. His arms relaxed under mine, and his hands slithered up to grip my jaw possessively, gently pulling down to open my lips. I gladly let his hot tongue into my mouth, and groaned as he pulled back and sucked hard on my lower lip.

Arthur was quite an aggressive kisser. Hopefully he was similar in bed. The thought made my cock twitch and start to grow hard against Arthur's, which I could also feel growing hard under his trousers.

My hands slid down Arthur's lower back and massaged the top of his arse, earning a low growl from the Point Man as he continued to ravage my mouth. I winced when his fingernails dug into the back of my neck, but reciprocated the pain by pinching the bottom of his arse.

"You're so fucking hot." Arthur groaned into my ear as his hand traveled down the front of my chest, and palmed my growing hardness, "And big too," I felt him smile against my neck.

I moaned when he tightened his fingers around the bulge in my pants and responded by grinding against his palm, wanting more pressure against my cock.

"You like that?" Arthur chuckled, pulling his hand back ever so slightly, teasing me with his skilled hand.

"Tease," I hissed through my teeth, attempting to pull Arthur against me, but he responded by aggressively grabbing me around the waist and pushing me solidly against the wall behind me. I gasped in surprise when his arms rested on either side of my head, essentially caging me in against the wall.

"My, you certainly are feisty," I chuckled, "I can't wait to hear you screaming under me."

"Who ever said you're going to be on top?" Arthur growled in my ear seductively, and I nearly came in my pants right there. Arthur certainly didn't appear to be the dominant one in bed, however, I wasn't complaining. It was hot as hell hearing him call the shots.

"As you wish." I said back and brought my hands up to finger his collar, and then his tie, pulling at the cloth.

Arthur's mouth found mine again in the darkness, and he kissed my lips hard, our tongues fighting sloppily for dominance, Arthur winning in the end.

His hands fumbled with my collar, and I felt a feeling start to bubble in the pit of my stomach.

William Eames. If you don't fucking stop right now, I swear to God I will rip his goddamn head off.

My eyes flew open, and I noticeably tensed up under Arthur's hands.

He noticed, and pulled back, "Are you alright?" his hands were frozen on my half-bare chest.

I screwed my eyes shut and told Jack to go the fuck away. By God I'd rather go to hell rather than break this perfect moment with Arthur because of a stupid part of my subconscious.

"I'm fine darling. I just thought I heard something…" I let myself relax, and then pulled Arthur against me.

Arthur was tense at first, but then he slowly continued with what he was doing before, working my now open shirt off of my body and letting it fall to the ground.

His long thin fingers swept over my arms and pectorals, lingering over my nipples, and finally lowered to feel each dip of my abdominal muscles. His hands felt like heaven on my body.

I sighed under his touch and raised my hands to find his tie, loosening it forcefully, and yanking it off his neck. His hands quickly flew to mine and slammed my arms against the wall. His hot mouth found my ear and growled warningly.

"I'm in control William. Let it happen." He whispered.

I shuddered at his words and gladly obliged, feeling him nimbly undo his shirt buttons close to my chest, and heard the soft rustle of the shirt fall to the ground. Now we were both half-naked.

His skin was like silk as he sank in against my chest and began to kiss my neck, grinding his fully hard cock against mine. I moaned, and longed so badly to reach up and touch his magnificent body, but if I did, he would only get mad. On second thought…

Before I could do anything else, his smooth hands crept to the back of my lower back, and slid under the fabric of my trousers to rest on the top of my arse. I moaned against his mouth and willed him to speed up this tantalizing foreplay. If I wanted, I could easily throw him over my shoulder, pin him down on the mattress on the other side of the room, and pound into him mercilessly. I was quite more muscular than him, and I had a good three or four inches on the man, however, it did wonders for my erection when he ordered me around. So I let him have control.

Arthur finally brought his hand to the front of my waist and shamelessly ripped the belt buckle and belt altogether from the loops on my trousers. I growled, incredibly turned on by his aggressiveness. Next, he deftly undid the fly and shoved the fabric down to my knees, urging me to lift my feet.

I frantically kicked off my shoes and socks and stepped out of my trousers. Next, I felt Arthur stepped away from me, and I heard the rustle of clothing, the click of a belt buckle and the slide of fabric over skin. I wanted so badly to watch Arthur strip, but I did as he had told me and waiting patiently in my boxer shorts leaning against the wall with a fully hard penis.

What Arthur did next, surprised me beyond words. His hands found my hair and pushed down forcefully, so hard that I crumpled to my knees in front of him.

"Suck me," he ordered gently, guiding my hands up to his bare hips. I licked my lips and pinched his skin in between my finger gently, moving my hands to find his shaft. I found it easily and let my breath linger long enough to get Arthur panting in anticipation. Finally deciding I had teased him long enough, I slid my tongue over the head of his already wet cock and took him in my mouth fully.

Arthur stifled a groan and bucked his hips forward slightly, so that his cock hit the back of my throat. I choked slightly, but pulled back and hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard and tightening my lips around the base of his shaft.

"Fuck, your mouth is so hot," Arthur moaned and ran his fingers through my hair.

I brought my mouth up and felt the silky skin of his penis against my tongue, relishing in the amazing feeling. I had never imagined that anything like this would ever happen between Arthur and I.

Feeling bold, I brought my lips up to the tip of Arthur's erection and nibbled on the head gently. Arthur hissed and I felt his fingers tighten in my hair.

"Watch it Eames." Arthur growled quietly, and I smiled and continued to suck on Arthur's velvety cock.

Arthur began to pant again, taking air in quick short breaths as I began to suck harder and harder, intensified the grip I had on his hips. There would definitely be bruises tomorrow.

Arthur's pace of pushing in and out of my mouth was growing more frantic, and it was growing harder for me to keep up with. My own pulsing cock was growing more and more painful, so I slid one hand down, hoping Arthur would notice and silently palmed myself as Arthur moaned and slid in and out of me with wet noises.

Just when I had thought Arthur was going to come, his hand met the side of my cheek and gently pulled my face away, so that I released his penis from my mouth. "Do you have any lube?" he asked in the dark.

"Shit, no," It didn't occur to me that I would ever be getting this far with Arthur, so I hadn't bothered. "I've got hand lotion."

"Hurry," was all Arthur said as he pulled away from me. I assumed he was fumbling his way over to the bed in the darkness. I scrambled up to my feet, temporarily disoriented from kneeling for a long time, but able to feel my way over to my suitcase. I rummaged through the front pocket and grinned when my hand circled around the tube of lotion.

"Arthur, where are you, love?" I called out into the darkness.

"Over here," I heard a muffled sound from across the room, and I pictured the skinny brunette lying seductively on our mattress.

"I'm coming," I said a little quieter and took quick steps towards where I had heard his voice. Eventually, my foot bumped against the mattress and I extended my hands to search for Arthur. I was met with two strong hands, which grabbed me by the biceps and guided me onto the mattress. I fell onto my hands and knees and shuddered in anticipation as I felt Arthur take the lotion from me. I listened for the pop of the cap, and the soft squish of the liquid being dispensed and waiting patiently with my arse in the air.

"Eames are you ready?" I heard Arthur ask me in a hushed whisper.

"Yes," I trembled, remembering how long it had been since I'd gotten laid. Ever since Ryan, I hadn't slept with any other men.

I was pulled from my thoughts when a cautious finger poked inside me, causing a deep shudder to rack my body.

"Dear… God," I bit back the words. Arthur's finger pushed in more and more coating the inside of me with slick lotion. His finger finally stopped about halfway up and I willing him to go farther.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked worriedly.

"Yes, but Christ it's good," I moaned and rutted down on his finger, pushing him all the way up until he hit my prostate.

I cried out and brought my head down, biting the skin on my forearm. Arthur placed a steady hand on my lower back and slowly pulled out, and then pushed back in again, moving his finger 360 degrees to coat every inch of me in lotion. I chuckled and bit my lips, holding back another pained cry of pleasure when he pulled out and inserted a second lotion-y finger up inside of me.

"You're so tight," Arthur observed, opening his fingers and causing me to inhale sharply. I continued my slow steady pace of pushing back down onto his slick fingers, feeling him go deeper into me. Whenever his fingers brushed my prostate, I would let out a strangled moan and my skin would tingle. His hand that rested on my lower back began massaging in slow circles, loosening me up for Arthur's dick, which was quite sizeable from what my mouth could tell.

I began to feel the sweat gathering in between my shoulder blades as Arthur spread his fingers wider and I willed him to just fuck me already.

"Bastard, you're drawing this out way too long," I hissed and rutted down further on his fingers, hearing him chuckle in response.

He finally pulled out his fingers slowly and I heard him squeeze out more lotion. I shuddered in anticipation as I listened to the wet noises of him preparing his erection, and nearly came right there. I had never wanted Arthur so badly at that moment.

All my thoughts and worries disappeared the moment that I felt Arthur's cock enter about an inch into me. My mouth dropped open in a silent cry, and I formed a fist and pounded it against the mattress beneath me. Arthur's hands grabbed my hips and gently yet firmly guided his pulsating wet cock inside of me. I nearly choked on my breath, and let out a high-pitched whine as Arthur filled me. I felt as if I were being ripped in two.

"I can't believe this is happening," I murmured, groaning as he pulled out and pushed in again, this time a little more forceful. A ragged scream fell from my lips when Arthur located my prostrate and continued to reach the pleasure spot as he pounded into me repeatedly.

I took a moment to close my eyes and concentrate on the noises Arthur was making. Was he enjoying this? He had been quiet this entire time. Was he doing this out of pure lust? Maybe he was just caught up in the moment.

I silently told at myself to stop overanalyzing the situation, until suddenly, a familiar voice entered my head.

Stupid queer. You disgust me.

I gasped and felt my grasp on reality slipping ever so slightly. Shit, no! Jack was fighting his way out!

Arthur continued to fuck me, even as I grew tense.

Let me end this now.

I let out a moan that racked my entire body, feeling Arthur come inside of me.

"Arthur, no," I moaned falling forward ever so slightly. Suddenly, my muscles spasmed, and a blinding white-hot light enshrouded my entire body. It felt like everything was on fire around me.

I let out a body-shocking yell as waves of pleasure racked my body, and I slumped forward, feeling Arthur leave my body. I let my eye flutter shut, and suddenly, everything around me slipped into an untouchable darkness.

X-X-X-X-X

And when we come back we'll be dressed in black

And you'll scream our names aloud

And we won't eat and we won't sleep

We'll drag bodies from their graves

X-X-X-X-X

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

Yeesh it's been awhile sorry bout that. Anyways, I hope most of y'all are still with me! I'm still goin' somewhere with this.

Anyways, I've been meaning to post these, and I bet you've been wondering what some of my characters look like. Here are pictures of what my made-up characters look like! Let me know what you think in the reviews: (copy & paste url and take out the spaces!)

This is Billy (Eames' Irish right-hand-man): Gerard Butler

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This is Danny (Eames' driver): Brady Corbet

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This is Jonathon the Extractor: Jude Law

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This is Kelly the Architect: Alejandro Fernandez

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aaaaaand last but not least, this is Ryan (Eames' former luvah): James Marsden

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yaaaay for hot sexy men ;) happy new years and I'll see you guys in 2012!