unconventionaltechniques | Arthur and Eames

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.

General Contact Thread

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I'll be back soon, love.

I'll try and be dressed then.

If you're still in the shower when I return, I'll join you.

Or, we could order room service...

[ And now Arthur wants to skip getting dinner to join Eames in his shower. ]

Only room service if you make the shower with me.
Otherwise better bring me food.

Give me five minutes and I'll be there for that shower.

Six minutes and I'm taking this shower alone ;)

It's less than five minutes before Arthur strides into their room and locks the door behind him. He had been fully intent on picking up Mediterranean food but when given the option of taking a shower with Eames and having room service versus Mediterranean food? He'd take the shower with Eames any day.

"Menace," he says with a smirk, looking at his partner as he shrugs out of his jacket.

Oh but he is utterly a menace given he's standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs and a wicked smile.

"You nearly missed out. I was going to lock the door if you didn't make it," he teases, though they both know he doesn't mean it. He just wanted Arthur there and it shows as he reaches out a hand for him.

"Come on then, Darling."

Arthur takes a moment to look him over, taking in the tattoos and the scars that he's licked and bitten more than not. "Liar," he says with a grin and takes his hand, stepping close to him.

"Now, we have at least three weeks until we're called again," he says, leaning in and nipping playfully at Eames' jaw. He needed this... needed Eames.

"You don't know. No shower with me. No Mediterranean. I might have locked the door."

And then there's those words though and he can't help but to smile as he wraps his arms around Arthur's waist and draws him in close. "Three weeks. I like that. Paris and heists and happiness. I think I can live with that."

"You enjoy me taking a shower with you," he says with a smile, letting the man draw him in closer. "You only think," he teases.

"I am hoping we spend some of that time in bed- or wherever," he says and steps back so that he can start stripping out of his suit. Everything was taken care of and they had a flight out first thing in the morning. Their accommodations in Paris were taken care of and they were free to spend the next three weeks at their leisure.

Even if they'd been warned to not create any international scandal after the last time. Truly, that was only because they had wanted to create a scene. They'd done more of these than anyone knew and had yet to make a blip on anyone's radar.

"I'm expecting to be exhausted in bed. If you do this shower right," he notes, smirking even as Arthur starts stripping out of his suit. Watching him for a moment as he reaches out and drags his fingers lightly along the length of Arthur's throat.

"So make sure to put me there exhausted, Love," he teases, grinning at him as he reaches for the waistband of his boxers and pushes them to the floor. His robe follows a few minutes later.

"Come on then,' he says with a wink, backing for the bathroom.

"I'm expecting that we're both exhausted after this shower," Arthur smirks, his eyes darkening when Eames' fingers trail over his throat.

Arthur finishes undressing, picking up his clothes and setting them on a nearby chair before grabbing the bottle of lube from the nightstand and following Eames into the bathroom.

He walks toward him and slides his hand down his chest, scratching teasingly. They had different things to bring them back to the here and now. Painting for Eames. Cleaning his weapons and some old-school hacking for himself. But this... this physical connection with Eames settled his mind better than just about anything else did.

"I'm holding you to that, Point," he teases, giving him a coy smile and a wink. He lets his robe fall before sliding a hand along Arthur's lean hip and drawing him with him as he walks backwards.

"I promise though to take care of you and then take you on an adventure. Maybe I'll be good to you and let you pick out a suit for me. How does that sound?"

He loves having Arthur close, the way they work together and this. How well they come together physically and mentally.

"Think I can keep you in my arms in the shower?" Just thinking about hold Arthur in his arms and bouncing his lover on his cock.

"Have I ever disappointed you, Forger," he asks with a little smirk, letting Eames draw him in closer as he walks backward.

He licks at his bottom lip and flicks one of Eames' nipples with his thumb. "I didn't have a single doubt that you'd take care of me and take me on an adventure," he says seriously and glances at him. He really enjoyed how Eames took care of him at times.

His eyebrow raises though when he mentions letting him pick out a suit. "Oh? Now you're really going to spoil me. You know it's one of my favorite things to do."

Arthur grins, leaning in, and playfully nips at his bottom lip. "Mm, I know you can," he murmurs against his mouth.

"Not sexually," he teases. "Sometimes in how you think in the dreams," he points out, since that had been something very different for them and he couldn't help but to tease him for it.

"But I will always do everything I can to take care of you. Here. In the field. Everything I can for you."

Just like making that offer, to give that to Arthur because of how important he is to him and he wants him to enjoy all they have. Even dressing Eames.

"I want you to. Any color. Any design. Just know one day I might ask to do the same," he teases.

Arthur snorts. "I will never live that down, will I," he asks with a little smirk. He pauses. "Do you miss dreamshare?" There was the rare occasion that he did. He really liked what they did now and that Eames was his partner above all else but dreamshare is where they got started.

"I know you will," he says, cupping Eames cheek with his hand and brushing his thumb over his bottom lip. "I will always do the same for you."

And the opportunity to dress Eames didn't come across often. He enjoyed the idea though and when Eames mentions one day doing the same to him, Arthur hums.

"It's a deal," he says with a grin. Because why not? He didn't mind the idea of Eames dressing him in the least. Even if he was only a little wary about the patterns he would choose.

"Nope. Not ever. Not in all the life I have with you," he says with a smile and a bright light in his eyes. That question though catches him off guard and he pauses, thinking about that before he nods.

"Yeah, every now and again. Though what we do now? It's not much different. At least not in the parts I love. The danger, the adventure, the madness to it all. I love that."

And he always had, in everything he's done.

He kisses the pad of Arthur's thumb and then draws it into his mouth, suckling gently on it. Though he smiles at that. "I think you'll be surprised when I dress you."

He wants him in color, but not in the madness that Eames wears so well.

"Naturally," Arthur muses with an amused smirk. He wasn't too surprised by that. He'd known Eames long enough over the years and their whole relationship had been built on giving each other crap at the beginning.

"Yeah, I agree," he says and watches as Eames sucks on his thumb. "Mm, I have no doubt," he says with a smile before leaning in and pressing his mouth to Eames'. "Shower," he murmurs, backing Eames up further into the bathroom.

He slides both hands down Eames' chest, scratching teasingly.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Arthur and Eames

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject