Sorry it has been so long. I am writing multiple fanfictions at a time and i had MCAS this week (for those of you who don't live in Massachusetts you have to pass your tenth grade MCAS to graduate) so i got a little side tracked.
I just want to explain something to you about this story. I don't really have the time to go through every time that Arthur hears the drumming up until he finds out that he is the Master because frankly that would get boring. I am just focusing on major developments in their lives and relationships.
The next chapter is going to be a lot longer because a lot is going to happen *hint* *hint* so it might be a while for me to write all of it but i promise that it will be good though it may kill me writing it *hint* *hint*.
I hope you like this chapter because it is all the happy you are going to be getting for a few chapters.
Disclaimer: See first chapter.
The second time he didn't freak out like the first time. It wasn't expected but it didn't take over him like the first time. This was the fifth or sixth time. He has started to learn to live around it.
He and Eames are flat-mates now. With some of Arthur's money they bought a small apartment in the part of town that Arthur wasn't quite used to.
They weren't together, no matter what other people may think. Arthur knew about Eames' "adventures". He wasn't exactly discreet but then again Eames isn't a very discreet kind of man. He was kind enough not to bring any of his conquests back home, except for the time that he did.
**Inception**
Arthur was sitting on the couch going over some notes for their current job. This wasn't a very major job. They were going into the mind of a relatively unknown drug dealer. He supposedly killed a man and their job was to find out where that man's body was. This man wasn't very well known so it wasn't a high profile job. Arthur was just doing some research on the workings of this particular dealer when the door slammed open.
"What the hell are you doing over there?" Arthur called. Eames didn't usually slam the door unless he was angry or drunk and when he was either he was yelled uncomprehend able nonsense. Eames was silent tonight.
He turned around to see what Eames was doing and was very surprised at what he saw. Eames was against the wall by a very blonde man.
The man was maybe in his early twenties, a few years older than Arthur. His blonde, flowing, hair was brushed to the left side of his head. He had on a half buttoned blue and white flannel and a pair of slacks.
He was completely surprised and taken aback by the jealousy that he found flowing through his veins. He and Eames weren't like that, yet it was there anyways. Arthur, get a grip. You are a criminal on a job; you don't have time or the luxury of having a relationship, especially not with Eames. Eames.
He knew he should look away, give them their privacy, but he couldn't. This was his house, he paid for it, and he could do what he wanted. This was Eames though, he really should turn away. The irrational part of him wanted to be the blonde man. He wanted to be in the oblivion of a carefree relationship. He wanted to be able to let go. It didn't have to be Eames but… Eames.
Then he noticed it. The blonde man had a gun in the back of his pants under his shirt and he was pulling it out. Eames was a little too preoccupied to notice. The man had just finished pulling it out and pointed it about Eames' head.
Arthur froze for another millisecond before grabbing Eames' gun off of the coffee table next to him and fired. The man dropped down on top of Eames with a bullet in the middle of his head. That was the first time Arthur ever killed a man.
"What the bloody hell was that?" yelled Eames, pushing the blonde man's body off of him and onto their wood floor. When he glared at Arthur, the gun was still trained at the spot where the blonde man had been standing just seconds before.
Drumming. The drumming was back.
'You gonna shoot every bloody man I try to shag?" Eames yelled at the still frozen Arthur, "What the hell is your problem. No we have to deal with this and I am not going down with you. You will be taking the blame for this."
Arthur was still frozen but his eyes flashed down to the gun that was in the dead blonde man's hand. Eames' eyes followed Arthur's down to the gun. His eyes widened in recognition.
"You just saved my life." Eames said slowly, still trying to process what was going on but Arthur was finished. He was finally able to move from where he was standing and removing all traces that they had ever been there. They had paid their rent in cash so nothing here could be traced back to them.
"He was going to kill me and you saved me." Eames said again, still standing in the same place where he had just been kissing the blonde man. "You saved my life."
"Yeah I did," Arthur responded hurriedly, "and unless you want us both to go to jail for murder and many other illegal activities I suggest you get ready to leave," Eames just stood there still shocked, "now preferably."
That snapped Eames out of his revere. He stood still for another second before jumping into action, helping Arthur. Arthur on the other hand fell down to the ground clutching his head.
Eames ran over to Arthur and knelt down next to him, "Arthur what's wrong?" he asked in a worried voice, "we have to go now. Someone would have heard the shot and called the police. We weren't exactly inconspicuous when we came in. Must have passed bout half a dozen people."
"I-I-its nothing," Arthur stammered, "just a headache."
They could both hear a police siren in the distance. This was not a common occurrence and they had never thought much of it before. They weren't exactly in the best part of town. They both knew whom the siren was coming for this time.
"We have to go now Arthur," Eames told him in a quiet but urgent voice.
Arthur knew that Eames was right. They only had a few minutes left at most to get as far away as they could and hew was just wasting precious seconds. He tried to push the drumming to the back of his head as best as he could. His life depended on it.
Eames had finished stuffing everything important into their go bag and was running out the door. Arthur followed him just steps behind, slamming the door closed. Eames' sleek black car was already out front. Arthur jumped into the passenger seat. Eames threw the bag into the back then slammed on the gas pedal.
Although their need to get out of the immediate area was very prominent in both of their minds, Eames drove just above speed limit not to draw attention to them selves. There were many other drivers go faster than they were so they were less likely to be noticed.
They drove for a few hours until they were a safe distance from the city. They pulled into an old ratty hotel. They just left the car there, it was bought using offshore accounts and almost impossible to trace back to them. They were safe, for now.
Eames quickly checked them in with the sleep clerk. He and Arthur pulled all of their things out of the car and brought them to the room, up the stairs and three doors to the left.
Now that the immediate danger was gone the drumming was very dulled. It has never come with such a headache before and this worried Arthur. He thought they had been getting better…
Once the door silently clicked closed Arthur found himself being pinned up against the wall.
"Arthur," Eames said in a very serious tone. He meant business, "what the hell was that back there? Don't tell me it was just another headache. Headaches don't happen that way."
Arthur couldn't respond right away. Their close proximity and Eames' mint breath on his face was making it very hard for him to concentrate on the question.
"I think it has to do with the day that we met," Eames stated, "I think that this was the same thing that happened three years ago."
If at all possible Eames was even closer to Arthur but they still weren't touching.
"I get headaches sometimes," Arthur managed.
"Now Arthur, what did I tell you about using that excuse on me?" Eames whispered in his ear, "Are you doing drugs? Do you have a tumor? Is there something going on? I need to know these things Arthur if I am going to protect you!"
The tone of intense worry in Eames' voice tugged at Arthur's heart.
"I am fine Eames," Arthur could see that Eames didn't believe him written all over his face, "I am fine."
Eames only shook his head. "I am fine." Arthur tried to reinforce the thought even though he was anything but.
Eames said nothing but press their lips together at last for a slow, calm kiss.
Arthur's eyes widened in surprised. Eames seemed a little surprised at his own actions too and pulled away but not going very far.
"Arthur i-" Eames started but he didn't have a chance to finish. Arthur was already pulling Eames face back down to his for a more passionate kiss. Eames quickly responded by kissing him back with just as much passion if not more.
Arthur tried to push the drumming to the back of his head as if his life depended on it. This was the moment he didn't want ruined. This was his moment of oblivion, his moment with Eames without the rest of the world butting in. He wanted to remember this moment because it may be the only chance he gets.
After a few short minutes they both pulled away, the need for air outweighed the need for passion. They were both breathing heavily. Eames rested his forehead on Arthur's.
"Arthur." Eames breathed.
"Eames." Arthur responded.
"Arthur I didn't know. Are you sure about this? I have always been shit at relationships."
"Who said I wanted a relationship?" Arthur question? He tried pushing their lips together again but Eames held him back.
"Arthur, do you I am stupid? I know you better than that. I have never seen you have just a casual shag. I have know you for three years and we share an apartment! I thought you thought more of me than that. I know I was never very discreet about what I did-" Eames continued to rambled but Arthur interrupted him.
"Eames, that isn't" Eames interrupted him right back.
"Arthur, it is okay if that is what you want from me but that isn't what I want from you. Why do you think I haven't made a move on you yet? I didn't think that you would want to. I fucked around trying to get over the stupid little crush but nothing . front of that cop. I just felt like I had to protect you, even then."
He rushed to get everything out before Arthur had a chance to say anything, "Why do you think I helped you? I had never done anything like that before and had never planned too and I probably wont do that for anyone else ever again. If you really don't want a relationship than I am going to have to go."
He moved to walk out the door but Arthur stepped on front of him, successfully blocking his path.
"I guess we have a little misunderstanding then Mr. Eames. I always thought that it was you who didn't want the commitment. Ever since you saved me I have felt something. I always thought it would ruin things if you ever found out."
Eames searched his face for any sign of a lie. When he didn't find any, he brought his lips down on Arthur's once again.
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