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sarahyyyTitle: Friends With Benefits
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sarahyyy
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 1000+
Summary: Eames interrogates Arthur about his past and comes up with very interesting information.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: Written for this prompt over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
inception_kink. Yes, it is from a bazillion years ago.
A/N 2: This has been translated into Russian by irina_q here.
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“You know what I think?” Eames asks pleasantly, walking into Arthur’s apartment early Sunday morning.
Arthur arches an eyebrow in question.
“I think that we should get to know each other better,” Eames says as he steals an apple off the basket on Arthur’s table.
“And I think that I should own a pet dinosaur,” Arthur says offhandedly, picking up the newspapers Eames brought along and flicking through the pages idly, “We can’t have everything we want.”
“I just think that it would be a good idea, seeing as how we’re lovers—”
Arthur glares at him over the newspapers he is reading. “We are not—”
Eames rolls his eyes and interjects quickly, “Fine, friends with benefits.”
Arthur shoots him another glare.
“Oh, c’mon, you liked that movie. I know you did.”
Arthur’s glare doesn’t lighten.
“Alright, you win,” Eames says with a melodramatic sigh, “colleagues, colleagues who very frequently have fantastic, mind-blowing, extremely kinky sex together. Live in denial, Arthur, you continue doing that.”
The corners of Arthur’s lips quirk up in a small smile. “Was there a point to this line of conversation, Mr. Eames?”
“I just want to know you better, darling,” Eames pouts, “Humour me by answering a few questions, yeah? Say, for example, do you have a twin brother that I don’t know about?”
Arthur sets his papers down. “No, not that I know about,” he replies dutifully.
“A brother who looks extremely like you?” Eames continues, a frown already creeping up his face.
“No, Eames, I am not related to Heath Ledger,” Arthur tells him. “Have you been talking to Ariadne?”
Eames squints at him in confusion. “Not the point I was getting to, but I can see the resemblance,” he concludes. And then, “Were you particularly hard up as a kid? Did you have to take odd jobs to, say, pay your way through college?”
Arthur’s eyes narrow in suspicion and his lips pinched down in a not-smile. “No,” he answers, “my family was pretty well-off. I had everything I could ask for.”
Eames’ frown deepens. “Well, did you have, I don’t know, a horrid looking revengeful ex-boyfriend from your teenage years blackmailing you with sensitive information for money?”
“That’s oddly specific,” Arthur comments lightly, “But no.”
“At any point in your life have you ever been knocked out by drugs? Like completely wiped out and not know what you were doing—”
Arthur rolls his eyes. “Eames, get straight to the point.”
Eames gives him a sheepish smile and reaches into his jacket to pull out a copy of a magazine and passes it to Arthur, watching closely for Arthur’s expression to change.
It doesn’t. Arthur is completely calm.
“I got my hands on that recently,” Eames tells him. “That’s you isn’t it? The cover shot?”
Arthur doesn’t reply and starts to flip through the magazine instead, a small smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
“It’s not a fake,” Eames informs Arthur. “I had some acquaintances check it out for it. There are more editions with your pictures in them.”
Arthur starts laughing. Eames’ worry for Arthur ratchets high.
“Arthur!” he exclaims, putting a comforting arm around Arthur’s shoulder as Arthur tries to calm himself down. “Arthur, have you gone mad with shock? Darling, it’s just a magazine from ages ago! There’s no cause for worry.”
Arthur snorts but doesn’t remove Eames’ hands from his body. “I’m not worried.”
“Are you angry?” Eames asks curiously. “Do you want to rip the bastard who did this into pieces? Is that what you were laughing at? The imagery of the people who printed this being torn into pieces?”
Arthur lets out a laugh before he turns to look at Eames through hooded eyes, rather much like the picture of Arthur on the cover of the magazine, minus the water dripping off his naked chest. “I think the pictures came out really nicely. I’ve always been pretty happy with how they came out. Eames, what makes you think that I wasn’t completely willing during the shoots?”
Eames splutters at Arthur’s words. “Because,” he says, enunciating slowly as though he wasn’t sure Arthur could understand him if he spoke any faster, “there are pictures of you, naked, in a gay magazine, after you were voted the hottest twink bottom of the month.”
Arthur shrugs expansively. “They’re not all nude pictures. Did you like the one with the cowboy hat and denim? That’s one of my favourites.”
Eames blinks, jaw slack.
“Did you manage to find the edition with the leather cuffs and the whip?” Arthur asks, slightly eager, “My copy went missing in transition when I moved from New York.” He turns to look at Eames and rolls his eyes at Eames’ look of horror. “Don’t look at me like that! I’m a man of many talents. I like to make sure I leave my mark in as many fields as I can manage with the talents I possess. It's a very selfless thing.”
“Jesus,” Eames breathes. “You were, what, fifteen when you did this? This can’t possibly be legal!”
“I was twenty-two,” Arthur tells him with a grin, looking almost proud of himself, “I’ve always looked young. It’s an asset to have when you’re in the porn industry.”
“Porn industry,” Eames echoes slowly, trying to wrap his brain around all the facts.
“Hence, hottest twink bottom of the month.” Arthur winks. “I was only in the porn industry for about six weeks, give or take, which didn’t really give me much time to make a lot of movies. The ones I was in, though, they were all quality porn. I did a lot of photo shoots too, because of all the exposure I got.” A thoughtful look crosses Arthur’s face. “You know what, Eames? I think I might have had fans.”
Eames shakes his head. “I don’t know what to make of this. You’ve just torn my entire worldview of you down. I can’t tell if this is still reality.”
“Check your totem.”
“Have done,” Eames replies smartly, grinning slightly, “Many times.”
“You seem surprised,” Arthur comments.
“I guess I shouldn’t be,” Eames reasons, “What with you having the most insatiable sexual appetite ever known to men and all.”
Arthur runs a hand down Eames’ chest, grinning. “Are you complaining?”
“Not this lifetime, darling,” Eames murmurs as he pulls Arthur in for a kiss. “Not this lifetime.”
Author:
sarahyyyRating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 1000+
Summary: Eames interrogates Arthur about his past and comes up with very interesting information.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: Written for this prompt over at
inception_kink. Yes, it is from a bazillion years ago.A/N 2: This has been translated into Russian by irina_q here.
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“You know what I think?” Eames asks pleasantly, walking into Arthur’s apartment early Sunday morning.
Arthur arches an eyebrow in question.
“I think that we should get to know each other better,” Eames says as he steals an apple off the basket on Arthur’s table.
“And I think that I should own a pet dinosaur,” Arthur says offhandedly, picking up the newspapers Eames brought along and flicking through the pages idly, “We can’t have everything we want.”
“I just think that it would be a good idea, seeing as how we’re lovers—”
Arthur glares at him over the newspapers he is reading. “We are not—”
Eames rolls his eyes and interjects quickly, “Fine, friends with benefits.”
Arthur shoots him another glare.
“Oh, c’mon, you liked that movie. I know you did.”
Arthur’s glare doesn’t lighten.
“Alright, you win,” Eames says with a melodramatic sigh, “colleagues, colleagues who very frequently have fantastic, mind-blowing, extremely kinky sex together. Live in denial, Arthur, you continue doing that.”
The corners of Arthur’s lips quirk up in a small smile. “Was there a point to this line of conversation, Mr. Eames?”
“I just want to know you better, darling,” Eames pouts, “Humour me by answering a few questions, yeah? Say, for example, do you have a twin brother that I don’t know about?”
Arthur sets his papers down. “No, not that I know about,” he replies dutifully.
“A brother who looks extremely like you?” Eames continues, a frown already creeping up his face.
“No, Eames, I am not related to Heath Ledger,” Arthur tells him. “Have you been talking to Ariadne?”
Eames squints at him in confusion. “Not the point I was getting to, but I can see the resemblance,” he concludes. And then, “Were you particularly hard up as a kid? Did you have to take odd jobs to, say, pay your way through college?”
Arthur’s eyes narrow in suspicion and his lips pinched down in a not-smile. “No,” he answers, “my family was pretty well-off. I had everything I could ask for.”
Eames’ frown deepens. “Well, did you have, I don’t know, a horrid looking revengeful ex-boyfriend from your teenage years blackmailing you with sensitive information for money?”
“That’s oddly specific,” Arthur comments lightly, “But no.”
“At any point in your life have you ever been knocked out by drugs? Like completely wiped out and not know what you were doing—”
Arthur rolls his eyes. “Eames, get straight to the point.”
Eames gives him a sheepish smile and reaches into his jacket to pull out a copy of a magazine and passes it to Arthur, watching closely for Arthur’s expression to change.
It doesn’t. Arthur is completely calm.
“I got my hands on that recently,” Eames tells him. “That’s you isn’t it? The cover shot?”
Arthur doesn’t reply and starts to flip through the magazine instead, a small smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
“It’s not a fake,” Eames informs Arthur. “I had some acquaintances check it out for it. There are more editions with your pictures in them.”
Arthur starts laughing. Eames’ worry for Arthur ratchets high.
“Arthur!” he exclaims, putting a comforting arm around Arthur’s shoulder as Arthur tries to calm himself down. “Arthur, have you gone mad with shock? Darling, it’s just a magazine from ages ago! There’s no cause for worry.”
Arthur snorts but doesn’t remove Eames’ hands from his body. “I’m not worried.”
“Are you angry?” Eames asks curiously. “Do you want to rip the bastard who did this into pieces? Is that what you were laughing at? The imagery of the people who printed this being torn into pieces?”
Arthur lets out a laugh before he turns to look at Eames through hooded eyes, rather much like the picture of Arthur on the cover of the magazine, minus the water dripping off his naked chest. “I think the pictures came out really nicely. I’ve always been pretty happy with how they came out. Eames, what makes you think that I wasn’t completely willing during the shoots?”
Eames splutters at Arthur’s words. “Because,” he says, enunciating slowly as though he wasn’t sure Arthur could understand him if he spoke any faster, “there are pictures of you, naked, in a gay magazine, after you were voted the hottest twink bottom of the month.”
Arthur shrugs expansively. “They’re not all nude pictures. Did you like the one with the cowboy hat and denim? That’s one of my favourites.”
Eames blinks, jaw slack.
“Did you manage to find the edition with the leather cuffs and the whip?” Arthur asks, slightly eager, “My copy went missing in transition when I moved from New York.” He turns to look at Eames and rolls his eyes at Eames’ look of horror. “Don’t look at me like that! I’m a man of many talents. I like to make sure I leave my mark in as many fields as I can manage with the talents I possess. It's a very selfless thing.”
“Jesus,” Eames breathes. “You were, what, fifteen when you did this? This can’t possibly be legal!”
“I was twenty-two,” Arthur tells him with a grin, looking almost proud of himself, “I’ve always looked young. It’s an asset to have when you’re in the porn industry.”
“Porn industry,” Eames echoes slowly, trying to wrap his brain around all the facts.
“Hence, hottest twink bottom of the month.” Arthur winks. “I was only in the porn industry for about six weeks, give or take, which didn’t really give me much time to make a lot of movies. The ones I was in, though, they were all quality porn. I did a lot of photo shoots too, because of all the exposure I got.” A thoughtful look crosses Arthur’s face. “You know what, Eames? I think I might have had fans.”
Eames shakes his head. “I don’t know what to make of this. You’ve just torn my entire worldview of you down. I can’t tell if this is still reality.”
“Check your totem.”
“Have done,” Eames replies smartly, grinning slightly, “Many times.”
“You seem surprised,” Arthur comments.
“I guess I shouldn’t be,” Eames reasons, “What with you having the most insatiable sexual appetite ever known to men and all.”
Arthur runs a hand down Eames’ chest, grinning. “Are you complaining?”
“Not this lifetime, darling,” Eames murmurs as he pulls Arthur in for a kiss. “Not this lifetime.”
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Date: 2011-09-11 02:41 pm (UTC)