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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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"And I would stand by and watch proudly," he admits, sounding smug even. He's so proud of the amazing and dangerous man that Arthur is. More than that, he's proud because Arthur is his.

"You need the reminders, Love. Now, come on," he says, catching Arthur's hand and drawing him in close. "Let's get home and show me how grateful you are."

Heading for the door, just glad to have Arthur at his side as always. Even if Paris is bittersweet sometimes these days.

"We should stop at La Goutte d'Or Patisserie for those little madelines that Mal loved so much."

"Among one of my favorite things about you," Arthur says, his tone amused. He's not sure what it says about him that he loves the fact that they're two powerful and deadly men who are committed to one another.

His mouth curls up and laces their fingers together. "I seem to remember someone mentioning being naked for twenty four hours," he teases, letting Eames lead them out.

"We should," he says, glancing at Eames. "It's only right that we should have a little piece of her here." She was a big reason for how far the two of them went in dream share.

"We have a week now. So you naked for twenty four hours seems next to nothing," he points out, but he loves it. They have time, and they're together and in Paris. What else could he want?

"She's why I have you," he says, pulling Arthur in close with that hold on his hand, leaning into the man he loves so deeply. "So I will always do what I can to honor her. By loving you."

It's the one thing he will do for the rest of his life.

"I'm open to further negotiations," he says with a little smirk. They have the time to spare. They were given three weeks before they were put back on active - a decent break after the hellacious job they were given. They still had the personal time in the Louve they needed to pull off.

Arthur leans into Eames with a soft exhale. "She's why I have you," he admits, letting his hand go so he can wrap his arm around Eames' waist. There had been no one else in his life who was as important as Eames had become to him.

"Let's get back to the room and get naked and see where things go," he says with a soft murmur, sliding his arm around his partner and draws him in close. He just thinks about Paris and how they met, and how they got to this place where they are.

He smiles as he holds Arthur close. "And you'll have me for as long as you'll have me, Arthur. Forever."

Because there's nothing that could tear him away from the man he loves.

"Sounds like a plan to me," he finds himself leaning into Eames. "Good because I plan on keeping you around forever."

And he keeps the people and things that are his. Including Eames. And was well aware that he was equally Eames' which was his favorite part.

Arthur calls them a car to take them to the patisserie and then their home. When they arrive at their place forty minutes later, he can feel the stress ease from his shoulders. Being here, in a place that was theirs always made him feel more relaxed. It was just them and no one else. No having to put on masks and be someone else.

"How close to finishing that piece are you? I was thinking next week I can cash in that favor for the Louve to make the exchange."

It's easy to pretend life is normal for a moment when they're in Paris. At least as normal as their life has ever been. But this is kind of where it all started for them, how they came to be, and so it feels right to be there.

Eames considers that and then nods. "I can definitely work with that. If I finished it up sometime tonight, I can treat it so that it shows on cursory exams that it's of the right period. I love making paints for ones this old. All the things I have to add and avoid."

Sometimes, it was still unusual being in Paris, not visiting with Mal and Cobb, and not coming off of a dream share job. But Paris was who they were and he felt at home in Paris as much as he felt at "home" anywhere.

"We do have a little more time so if you need another few days, that works just as well," he says, turning to look at Eames after locking the doors. He walks up to him and pushes his jacket off his shoulders.

"I think I owe someone some gratitude," he teases, trailing his fingers over Eames' shirt.

There was a time when Eames didn't think he would have a home, that he would have a place where he had his people. Now he has Arthur, and no matter where they are, that will be his home and he knows it.

Grinning as Arthur begins stripping him, loving that look in his partner's eyes in that moment. "Oh I know how hard that must be on you. However will you handle it," he teases, winking at Arthur as his hands tug at the other man's shirt so he can slide a hand over his stomach.

Arthur snorts as he starts to unbutton Eames' shirt and pushes it off his shoulders. "I think I can manage it very well, Mr. Eames," he teases with a smirk.

"Shoes off," he says and toes out of his so they can get undressed quicker. There wasn't anything else they must do today and he was going to take full advantage of being with Eames and not being on some job where the chances of them being shot at or stabbed were very high.

At the end of the day, much like Eames, wherever Eames was, that was Arthur's home. He knew it wasn't Paris - it wasn't even New York anymore. He just needed to be with this man who through all of their different jobs and careers had stayed by his side and become more important to him than anyone ever had before.

"I think you can manage just about anything I have, Darling," he purrs, because he loves it and he knows that it's utterly true. Arthur can handle anything. Especially where Eames is concerned.

He shifts to get rid of his shoes, moving to get his shirt the rest of the way off and toss it aside. Already moving so his hands can get on Arthur's body, that lean, toned, amazing body that he can't get enough of. The one man he needed more than anything in this world.

Arthur watches Eames undress with darkening eyes and licks at his bottom lip. "Mm, after this long, I should hope so," he says, looking into the other man's eyes with a little grin as he undresses down to his briefs.

He steps in and moves closer to the forger, wanting to feel that strong body press against his own. He moves a hand to the back of Eames' neck where the poker chip and dice are tattooed and squeezes just a little as his other hand trails down over his chest.

"What do you want, Mr. Eames," he murmurs, leaning in and kissing his lips. He'll never get tired of kissing and touching him.

"After this long," he repeats. It's something to marvel at sometimes, realizing how long they've been together. Years of training in one field and then another. Years of being on the front line of change in one way or another, or changing the world.

Eames sighs at that touch, loving the tattoo there and all it means. It's about them and it's beautiful and brings him into connection with the man standing before him.

He kisses Arthur as he runs his hands along his back, cradling the line of his hips and drawing him sharply in against him. "Ride me, Love? So I can watch you."

He makes a low noise from the back of his throat as Eames draws him in and deepens the kiss, scratching teasingly over his chest.

"Mm, would love to," he says, his voice low and husky as he looks at him. "You choose where," he says, leaning in and pressing biting kisses over his neck. "Our room, couch... it's been a little bit since we've gone room from room," he teases. He didn't really expect for them to go from room to room but he did enjoy the thought.

No one outside of Eames would probably even expect Arthur to be this way. It was only Eames who saw this side of the former Point.

"If you're offering, I may have to ask why not all of them," he teases, but he know it won't be today. Though it's not as if they haven't had those moments together, time and again, in every room of this house.

"The couch," he says with a rumble as he keeps him close. "So I can sit up and taste you while I'm feeling that sweet ass on me," he murmurs, already moving them towards the couch. "We still have lube in the table, right?"

Because he has this in his mind now and he really doesn't want to gave to go and find lube.

"We'll have to before we go back on active," he grins, pressing against his partner. He enjoyed those moments but not today.

Arthur makes a low noise as he thinks about it and nods, letting Eames move them back toward the couch. "Yeah, there should be a bottle in the side table." He bites down on Eames' shoulder before sucking on it. He needed the connection as much as Eames did and proof of his mark on Eames' body.

"Damn right we will," he groans, knowing that things have to slow down on active, the touching has to stop, and it will drive him nearly mad until they can find a moment to steal away with one another.

Eames groans, eyes closing even as he half lays to the side to stretch out for the lube. "More. I want them all on me when we go back."

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.

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