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sarahyyyTitle: A Little Gambling Is Fun When You're With Me
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sarahyyy
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: ~1000
Summary: Eames and Arthur play Strip Monopoly.
Disclaimer: Do not own. =(
A/N: Fordreadly who asked for an Arthur/Eames drabble with the prompt Arthur and Eames play Strip Monopoly. (Title is from Gaga's Poker Face.)
The correct thing to do would have been to say “This is a stupid game, Mr. Eames and I shouldn’t be playing with you because I know you are cheating; I just have to figure out how” the moment he lost all of his money to Eames.
Instead, what he says is, “Let’s play again.”
Eames’ dirty grin should have been enough of a hint for Arthur to take his words back but he doesn’t because Eames will never stop taunting Arthur about his lack of skill if he just gives up like that and Arthur is never going to let that happen.
“We could always continue this game,” Eames suggests, “I’ll spot you a bit of cash and we’ll add a few rules to the game, nothing much, just something to spice the game up a bit, yeah?”
And Arthur should have said no. He would have, but there is a hint of a challenge in Eames’ voice as though he didn’t believe that Arthur could win him in fucking Monopoly and Arthur doesn’t think much about anything.
“Bring it, asshole,” he growls and takes over a thousand dollars in Monopoly money from Eames, intent at winning this shit because, really, it’s Monopoly and how hard can it be. The fact that Eames has thousands of dollars and way more property than he does is not important because Arthur is determined and his determination will win Eames’ luck and cheating ways any day.
It doesn’t occur to him that he’s forgotten to ask about the additional rules to “spice the game up” until Arthur lands on Mayfair and Eames asks him to take an item of clothing off, pronto.
“What?” Arthur exclaims, affronted.
“Strip Monopoly,” Eames says, a bit of self-satisfaction seeping into his tone. “You can’t pay up if you land on Mayfair, darling, what with my numerous hotels on it. You can’t expect me to put it on your tab, can you, love? You’ll be playing forever just to be able to make enough money to pay me back.”
Arthur’s eyes narrow into slits. “I did not sign up for Strip Monopoly.”
Eames lets out a rather put-off sigh. “It’s alright if you’re not up to it, of course. I can see why you would feel uncomfortable about it—”
Arthur lets out a noise of frustration and quickly undoes his tie, throwing it on the floor. “This means war, Mr. Eames. I am going to end you,” he swears wholeheartedly.
This, of course, makes it a bit embarrassing when five rounds later Arthur is sitting in his briefs (having divested his tie, waistcoat, shirt, belt and trousers) and Eames is still fully dressed and not even close to running out of money.
“End me, you say?” Eames mocks with a laugh.
Arthur ignores Eames (and the flush he can feel on his face). He needs not to land in Mayfair again. He needs the dice to spot him any number but ten.
He rolls both dice.
Six, the first die lands on and Arthur has the time to think fuck shit fuck before the second die lands on four.
Eames laughs. “Off with the briefs, pet!”
Arthur snarled. “Is it necessary now that we’ve established that you’ve won?” he grits out.
Eames winks at him. “Of course, Arthur,” he tells him. “C’mon now, pet, don’t be a spoilsport. I’ve been waiting all night for this moment.”
Arthur stands, face bright red with embarrassment and fury, hooks his fingers on the band of his briefs and tugs them down.
Eames stares blatantly and his tongue darts to wet his lips almost unconsciously. Arthur feels all his blood drain from his brain in its hurry to get to his cock.
He has about half a moment to panic before Eames says, “One more round. If you win, I’ll suck your cock. If I win, you’ll suck mine.”
Arthur can feel his cock twitch in interest, but really, they have gone far enough and they should really stop before everything gets out of hand.
“Yeah, sure.”
Eames sweeps the Monopoly board off the table and onto the ground. “Game over,” Eames tells Arthur, “You win.”
And before Arthur can wrap his head around Eames’ words, Eames is on his knees before him, his mouth hot and slick around Arthur’s cock, sucking and licking like there is nothing else he would have preferred doing.
Arthur fists his hands in Eames’ hair and tugs almost involuntarily. Eames lets out a strangled moan around his cock and Arthur can feel it everywhere.
“Jesus, I— Fuck, Eames.”
Eames pulls away from Arthur’s cock with an obscene pop. His lips are wet with spit and Arthur wants to kiss him, wants it so bad he can feel himself aching for it.
“Yes, you can fuck Eames,” Eames tells Arthur, standing up, eyes twinkling wickedly. “I’m pretty sure Eames will enjoy it very much.”
“Eames,” Arthur moans when Eames takes his cock and starts with long and sure strokes. “Jesus, Eames. This is, oh God, this is insane.”
Eames presses kisses against Arthur’s jaw, going lower down his neck. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time now, Arthur. Wanted you panting my name, wanted your cock in my mouth, inside me, everywhere. Wanted you for so fucking long. You are the world’s biggest cocktease, love.”
Arthur undoes Eames’ belt swiftly and pushes both Eames’ trousers and boxers off before he takes Eames’ cock in hand. “Am I now?”
Eames stutters on a breath. “Fuck yeah, Arthur, you bloody are,” he murmurs before he catches Arthur’s lips in a sound kiss.
Later, when they’re both lying on Eames’ couch, spent and sticky, Eames gestures to the Monopoly board still on the floor and groans. “I feel so sordid, getting lucky over a kid’s board game,” he tells Arthur with a pout. “That being said, you up for round two? It kind of takes us very long to get to the main event.”
Arthur swats Eames’ arm and laughs into his mouth.
Author:
sarahyyy Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: ~1000
Summary: Eames and Arthur play Strip Monopoly.
Disclaimer: Do not own. =(
A/N: For
dreadly who asked for an Arthur/Eames drabble with the prompt Arthur and Eames play Strip Monopoly. (Title is from Gaga's Poker Face.)The correct thing to do would have been to say “This is a stupid game, Mr. Eames and I shouldn’t be playing with you because I know you are cheating; I just have to figure out how” the moment he lost all of his money to Eames.
Instead, what he says is, “Let’s play again.”
Eames’ dirty grin should have been enough of a hint for Arthur to take his words back but he doesn’t because Eames will never stop taunting Arthur about his lack of skill if he just gives up like that and Arthur is never going to let that happen.
“We could always continue this game,” Eames suggests, “I’ll spot you a bit of cash and we’ll add a few rules to the game, nothing much, just something to spice the game up a bit, yeah?”
And Arthur should have said no. He would have, but there is a hint of a challenge in Eames’ voice as though he didn’t believe that Arthur could win him in fucking Monopoly and Arthur doesn’t think much about anything.
“Bring it, asshole,” he growls and takes over a thousand dollars in Monopoly money from Eames, intent at winning this shit because, really, it’s Monopoly and how hard can it be. The fact that Eames has thousands of dollars and way more property than he does is not important because Arthur is determined and his determination will win Eames’ luck and cheating ways any day.
It doesn’t occur to him that he’s forgotten to ask about the additional rules to “spice the game up” until Arthur lands on Mayfair and Eames asks him to take an item of clothing off, pronto.
“What?” Arthur exclaims, affronted.
“Strip Monopoly,” Eames says, a bit of self-satisfaction seeping into his tone. “You can’t pay up if you land on Mayfair, darling, what with my numerous hotels on it. You can’t expect me to put it on your tab, can you, love? You’ll be playing forever just to be able to make enough money to pay me back.”
Arthur’s eyes narrow into slits. “I did not sign up for Strip Monopoly.”
Eames lets out a rather put-off sigh. “It’s alright if you’re not up to it, of course. I can see why you would feel uncomfortable about it—”
Arthur lets out a noise of frustration and quickly undoes his tie, throwing it on the floor. “This means war, Mr. Eames. I am going to end you,” he swears wholeheartedly.
This, of course, makes it a bit embarrassing when five rounds later Arthur is sitting in his briefs (having divested his tie, waistcoat, shirt, belt and trousers) and Eames is still fully dressed and not even close to running out of money.
“End me, you say?” Eames mocks with a laugh.
Arthur ignores Eames (and the flush he can feel on his face). He needs not to land in Mayfair again. He needs the dice to spot him any number but ten.
He rolls both dice.
Six, the first die lands on and Arthur has the time to think fuck shit fuck before the second die lands on four.
Eames laughs. “Off with the briefs, pet!”
Arthur snarled. “Is it necessary now that we’ve established that you’ve won?” he grits out.
Eames winks at him. “Of course, Arthur,” he tells him. “C’mon now, pet, don’t be a spoilsport. I’ve been waiting all night for this moment.”
Arthur stands, face bright red with embarrassment and fury, hooks his fingers on the band of his briefs and tugs them down.
Eames stares blatantly and his tongue darts to wet his lips almost unconsciously. Arthur feels all his blood drain from his brain in its hurry to get to his cock.
He has about half a moment to panic before Eames says, “One more round. If you win, I’ll suck your cock. If I win, you’ll suck mine.”
Arthur can feel his cock twitch in interest, but really, they have gone far enough and they should really stop before everything gets out of hand.
“Yeah, sure.”
Eames sweeps the Monopoly board off the table and onto the ground. “Game over,” Eames tells Arthur, “You win.”
And before Arthur can wrap his head around Eames’ words, Eames is on his knees before him, his mouth hot and slick around Arthur’s cock, sucking and licking like there is nothing else he would have preferred doing.
Arthur fists his hands in Eames’ hair and tugs almost involuntarily. Eames lets out a strangled moan around his cock and Arthur can feel it everywhere.
“Jesus, I— Fuck, Eames.”
Eames pulls away from Arthur’s cock with an obscene pop. His lips are wet with spit and Arthur wants to kiss him, wants it so bad he can feel himself aching for it.
“Yes, you can fuck Eames,” Eames tells Arthur, standing up, eyes twinkling wickedly. “I’m pretty sure Eames will enjoy it very much.”
“Eames,” Arthur moans when Eames takes his cock and starts with long and sure strokes. “Jesus, Eames. This is, oh God, this is insane.”
Eames presses kisses against Arthur’s jaw, going lower down his neck. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time now, Arthur. Wanted you panting my name, wanted your cock in my mouth, inside me, everywhere. Wanted you for so fucking long. You are the world’s biggest cocktease, love.”
Arthur undoes Eames’ belt swiftly and pushes both Eames’ trousers and boxers off before he takes Eames’ cock in hand. “Am I now?”
Eames stutters on a breath. “Fuck yeah, Arthur, you bloody are,” he murmurs before he catches Arthur’s lips in a sound kiss.
Later, when they’re both lying on Eames’ couch, spent and sticky, Eames gestures to the Monopoly board still on the floor and groans. “I feel so sordid, getting lucky over a kid’s board game,” he tells Arthur with a pout. “That being said, you up for round two? It kind of takes us very long to get to the main event.”
Arthur swats Eames’ arm and laughs into his mouth.
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Date: 2011-05-17 02:47 pm (UTC)Best part ever. XD
Lol.
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Date: 2011-05-18 01:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-17 03:42 pm (UTC)--- And I'm like "Winning!!!" wuuhuu xD
Best fic ever!
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Date: 2011-05-17 05:20 pm (UTC)*melts*
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Date: 2011-05-17 05:40 pm (UTC)That isn't a bad thing, so win/win. ;)
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Date: 2011-05-17 05:46 pm (UTC)Well done!
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Date: 2011-05-18 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-18 01:19 am (UTC)fdskjldsaj;klaj;la best ever, god this is sexy.
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Date: 2011-05-18 07:07 pm (UTC)<3
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Date: 2011-05-22 03:36 am (UTC)Yummy:)
Date: 2011-06-27 11:30 pm (UTC)(A picky sidenote, if I may: die= singular dice= plural)
<3 Thanks for writing :)
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Date: 2011-06-29 10:17 am (UTC)If you'd like to request something, I'd be happy to write it for you. =D
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Date: 2011-06-28 12:55 am (UTC)best part XDDDD
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Date: 2011-12-20 06:07 pm (UTC)