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Arthur and Eames

Arthur and Eames have been partners for longer than they've been with the organization. Both started out as criminals in two different fields, but the word of dream sharing brought them together. Arthur, a brilliant tactician, and Eames, a forger in every sense and meaning of the word, started out almost adversarial. One crisp and sharp with a military precision and the other messy and wild and dangerous in other ways they found it interesting to work with one another, to say the least.

In the end though they learned that friction between them was all about attraction and once they opened up to one another, the world for them changed.

Now they've walked away from dream share to work for an organization that keeps America safe, protects its people, and lets them do what they do best. Subvert criminals by twisting the law.

Everyone knows they're not just partners in the work sense but in every sense. In love. Devoted to one another. Able to read the other without a word, Barely with even a look. They're not as tightly wound as some in the Ravens, and certainly cause a lot of trouble in different ways, but they're good at what they do... and they're feared by those that know the truth of who and what they are.

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Arthur enjoyed what they did and he loved that he got to do it with Eames at his side. Still, it was the moments they were able to steal away and be with one another that he looked forward to the most. They always managed somehow. And then, when the job was over and they had a few weeks off?

They were lucky they made it out of their room or apartment most of the time.

"As long as you promise to do the same," he says before biting on another patch of skin and sucking on it, raising a welt much like the one Eames had left on his shoulder. He rocks against Eames' hard cock and groans low at the sensations.

"All the marks you want," he groans. "I love knowing anyone that sees you knows that you're mine," he adds, thinking about how he could leave them where others might see. Even on his wrist, a dark welt beneath his sleeve. His neck. Hell, maybe his jaw.

"You know I never want you not to bear my marks," he admits, rocking against Arthur. "Let the world know you belong to me. Besides, how can I not love destruction of government property," he teases.

A shiver of pleasure slides down Arthur's spine at the thought and groans low. "I love it too," he admits. Once upon a time, maybe not... he'd been a little uptight before Eames and while he still had his moments, Eames brought out this other side of him.

Arthur chuckles low as he pulls back from Eames' neck and looks at him with darkened eyes. "Ah, government property, hm? Is that what I am," he teases, scratching over Eames' chest teasingly, flicking his nipple with a nail.

But Eames knew as well as Arthur that Arthur loved having Eames' marks on him as much as he enjoyed having his marks on Eames.

When they couldn't have this all the time (or at all) on jobs, it was the marks they'd leave that reminded him of this.

"What they think you are," he corrects giving Arthur a dark, possessive look. "But you are mine, Arthur. Today. Always. For as long as I can have you in this world."

And damned if he wouldn't say in the next as well, if he had that chance.

He groans at the scratch, at the tease of tongue and he shivers as his hands caress over the lean line of Arthur's back, the round of his ass. All of that perfection and as much as he loves him, he needs him as well.

"I could pin you down and just spend hours putting tiny marks all over you."

Arthur spots that dark possessive look and licks at his bottom lip. "I've always been yours and always will be," he agrees, rocking on top of him as he takes the bottle of lube from Eames' hand.

"Just as you're mine," he says, looking at him firmly and possessively. There were things they had to do for the job - whatever it might be - but it was Arthur that Eames came home to. It was his mark on Eames' body or Eames' marks on Arthur's body.

He liked the way his shirts felt rubbing up against whatever bite mark Eames left on him.

"You should," he says huskily before flicking open the bottle of lube and squeezing some onto his fingers.

There was a time when he hadn't been so sure Arthur was his and always would be his. He had worried that they might not ever make this happen, and that they wouldn't be able to get to this place.

And now they're here. Together and in love and working for the damned government of all people and he's thankful for it all.

Especially when they're together like this.

"Always yours, Arthur. Darling. My love. Always."

Because there is nothing in him that doesn't trust in that, always his. He chuckles though.

"I will, but not until someone pays me back for their care at the tailors," he groans, watching Arthur closely. "Open yourself up for me. I want to see your face when you do."

Arthur watches Eames with dark eyes as he reaches behind and starts preparing himself for Eames. It wouldn't take too much, considering they'd been together that morning before the tailors. He knew how much Eames enjoyed watching though.

He groans as he first works in a finger then a second, his eyes fluttering shut and then opening so he can watch Eames's facial reactions. His fingers weren't nearly as good as Eames' but they were sufficient until he could get what he really wanted.

Slowly he works in a third finger and bites down on his bottom lip, groaning.

Eames' breath comes in soft pants as he watches Arthur preparing himself. The beautiful way his body movies as he does and Eames braces him with his hands on his hips to hold him steady.

"That's it, Darling. Need you good and open so I can fuck you until you beg to come," he drawls, biting at his bottom lip as he thinks about that. Just the thought of Arthur riding him, having waited for it all day and wanting so much more from the man he loves.

He's glad to have Eames' hand on him to hold him steady as he works himself open. Arthur groans at Eames' words and bites down on his lip as he works the third finger in and stretches himself with a soft whine.

"I'm ready," he says after a minute or two, needing and wanting his lover inside him, fucking him. "Need you."

The sight before him is one of the sexiest things he gets to see. This beautiful, brilliant, deadly man looking like a damn dream as he stretches his ass and Eames aches for more, wanting to have this man he loves so deeply.

"Anything you want and need, Darling."

One hand grips Arthur's narrow hip, the other gripping as his own cock as he pulls Arthur down onto him. Groaning at that first sensation of heat at the head of his cock, rubbing the come dampened head against the tightness of Arthur's hole before pushing himself into him.

"Fuck, fuck," he groans, lowering himself onto Eames' cock until he was fully seated. Fuck, he never got over just how good it felt to have Eames in him.

He'd known the first time they did this that the forger would ruin him for anyone else. He rests his forehead against Eames and exhales a breath, his hand clenching at his shoulder.

"Damn you feel good," he murmurs and it wasn't like they didn't do this hours ago. When it came to Eames, he simply couldn't get enough - either being fucked by him or being on the other end.

Eames doesn't even realize he's holding his breath as Arthur slides that hot ass down along the thickness of his cock. Not until he groans and it leaves his chest aching. Nearly as much as his cock aches, throbbing for more even as his arms slide around Arthur, holding him in close.

Closing his eyes as Arthur's brow rests to his, drawing a slow, deep breath that he lets out in a slow groan.

"Me? Fuck, Love. You're amazing." His hands stroke down, gripping his ass. "And you want so much more, don't you? Just like I do. Show me."

Arthur groans when Eames grips his ass. He grips Eames' shoulders as he starts a slow pace to start with then gradually increases it. "Eames," he murmurs, rolling his hips and shuddering after a minute when he feels Eames hit his prostate.

"Fuck," he groans. "Want and - fuck - need so much more," Arthur bites down on his bottom lip, moving one hand from Eames' shoulders to reach for his cock that was pressed between them.

"That's it, Handsome. You're so beautiful like this. You take it so good. Never known a man could look this good and this powerful like this," he murmurs, unable to help but ramble with how good Arthur felt.

"Do you now? Mmm, like this?"

He shifts, slouching slightly. Only so he can drive up hard, rocking his hips upward, bouncing Arthur's body against his hips, driving deep into him.

He loved it when Eames rambled and was a turn-on in of itself for him. "You feel fucking good," he groans. That groan only gets louder and deeper when Eames thrusts up harder and deeper into him.

"Fuck, Eames," he moans, his fingers pressing into Eames' shoulders as a soft whine escapes his mouth. He quickens his pace working himself on Eames' cock, loving the way the man is slouched underneath him. He leans down and presses biting kisses over his shoulder.

It wouldn't take long but he was trying to hold out just a little longer. Until Eames got closer.

Staring up at Arthur, it's hard to keep his sanity. Not with the way Arthur looks, the heat of his hole and the weight of that strong body working him atop Eames' body. And knowing how close he is, and knowing he's only going to make it worse.

He slides a hand between them, wrapping calloused fingers around Arthur's cock with a groan.

"Come on, Darling. You're so close, aren't you? Know I am. Fuck... I'm going to come soon. Let me feel you come and milk it from me," he groans.

"Eames, baby -" Arthur shudders when Eames' hand wraps around his cock and groans, biting down on his shoulder.

He nods at his words. He was very close and says as much. "Very close," he moans, lifting his hips so he has only the tip of Eames' cock in him before rolling his hips and taking him back in.

Within a few strokes of Eames' hand and a nudge to his prostate with a timely thrust, Arthur feels his balls tighten as he comes over Eames' hand with a moan.

It's hard to keep a rhythm with the way Arthur moves against him, the bite of his teeth, all of it left him feeling as if his entire body is throbbing with the need to come.

And then he feels Arthur's own release.

The heat of come on his hand. The pulsing of his lover's hole around his cock. He whimpers, the sound wicked and rough and needy as he rocks up into Arthur once, twice, the third time he gives a strangled cry as he comes. It's almost enough to leave the edge of his vision hazy with the force of it as his cock jerks within Arthur.

Arthur slumps down on top of Eames and catches his breath, enjoying the way Eames feels coming inside him. Anyone outside of Eames would probably never imagine that Arthur would enjoy the way his lover feels inside him or the feel of his come. It was messy and not part of the 'Arthur' persona that he was more known for.

After a few long minutes, Arthur shifts and feels Eames slip out of him. "You know, we're lucky we get anything accomplished when we're on break," he murmurs with a sated grin, nuzzling at his neck before pressing a kiss to the skin.

There's things they share that he couldn't imagine having with another, and he knows he'll never have to worry about that. even before all they went through for this team, they had known they would be here forever for one another.

Eames groans as he softens, as there isn't that heat around him any longer.

"We got suits ordered. What else do we need to do?"

He strokes his hands along Arthur's back. "You want to shower?"

Arthur hums, as he thinks about it. "We still need to make the switch for your painting at the Louve," he says, nipping playfully at his jaw.

"In a minute," he says, though already feeling the mess drip out of him.

He shifts on Eames' lap and lifts his head to look at him, cupping his cheek. He loved this man more than he had words to say or describe it.

"Do you think they know we're here...?" It was a sudden change of topic and an unusual one while they're both naked but if Meridian and Ex are as good as they both know they are, there's no doubt that they know.

Arthur was both shocked and not shocked at the same time when the first note arrived from Ex and Meridian. If Eames and he had seen them at the tailors, then it only made sense that they had probably seen them... at some point. And hopefully not when Eames was going down on him in the fitting room.

Though, if that was the case then... well, hopefully, they enjoyed the show?

One of Mal's favorite places in Paris had been Ciel De Paris and while bringing them here was a choice, it also provided them with the safety of wide open space, plenty of glass and hopefully no one would be murdered tonight.

Wearing one of his new suits, Arthur settles into his chair across from Eames. "Wine or brandy?"

That makes Eames smile. "Yes, yes we do. It looks amazing, if I do say so myself." His smile turns wicked. "This will be my third piece in the Louve ever. My second at this time," he adds with a wink.

He blinks at that, his gaze-considering Arthur before he nods. "In the very general sense, I'm sure they do. I don't believe they don't know how much time we've spent of our life in Paris."

There's so many memories in this room. Thoughts of a beautiful woman, someone they both loved, someone that meant the world to them and now was gone... and they had left that world behind.

He's almost glad sometimes they did, because of her. Because he wants to be stronger but he's not sure that in the end she might not still haunt their work... since she often did his dreams still. But not in the share type of way.

"Wine. Save the brandy for the end of the night. If it goes well."

Arthur nods and when the waiter comes around to ask for their drink order, he orders one of the best reds the place has to offer. It had been a favorite.

Occasionally when they return, he still finds it odd not having Mal here with them and teasing them about their relationship.

"With any luck, it will go very well," he says. And no one will be hurt remains unsaid.

Even if he wasn't keeping an eye on the entrance, he'd feel the moment the two dangerous men entered the restaurant. The hair on his arms stood up straight but he wasn't nervous. He didn't get nervous.

Perhaps they should have done a private room somewhere. He glances at Eames for only a second before turning his attention to the two deadly men making their way over to the table. "Gentlemen," he says, motioning to the two seats left at the table with one of the best views of Paris.

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