maybe we show some mercy

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[Usually, facing your fears means discovering they're not as bad as they seemed in your head. That your mind catastrophises and exaggerates and the reality is nowhere near what it seemed. Eames certainly wishes that were the case here, but it turns out the reality is far worse than anything that crossed his mind. He'd long since come to terms with the idea that getting caught meant death, but the captain of this discreet little crew made a point of talking about "re-education" with such conviction that it seems like a very real possibility. A real possibility that terrifies Eames in ways he didn't even know he could feel.]

[It's hard not to be mad at himself, and in fact he is. He's fucking furious. Years of being meticulous about hiding from the Empire rendered obsolete because some asshole wanted to make some quick money and Eames hadn't spotted the signs even though that's exactly the kind of thing he's supposed to be good at. And now here he is, bound in a cell on a ship, no idea how long he's been here or where they are — no idea about much of anything outside this room, actually — pumped full of power inhibitors to make doubly sure he can't escape.]

[Fucking hell but it hurts. Hands cuffed behind his back, made to stay on his knees for... A long time. Simultaneously can't feel his legs and yet the muscles burn and ache. All of him a mess of cuts and bruises, a mix of injuries from fighting back and some from cruelty passed off as discipline. He thinks his nose might be broken and one of his eyes is swollen into a semi-permanant squint. The longer he kneels here, the more Eames thinks the inhibitor injections were less about preventing escape and more about making sure he couldn't heal away the beatings; making sure he'd suffer through every moment of the trip "home."]

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[Eames keeps it slow for now, rolling his hips indulgently to really get the most out of it. He looks down at Arthur and his lip curls in a smile.]

You're so fucking gorgeous. I missed that look on your face.

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[Arthur looks back up at Eames with a pained look on his face, breathing deeply and putting his hand on Eames' stomach.]

I missed you so much. I needed this-- I needed you so badly.

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[Something about that hits him right in the gut and Eames glances away for a brief moment. He doesn't feel guilty exactly, but his eyes flick down and away because looking at him is too much for Eames in that moment.]

I thought I'd never see you again.

[He's still moving, still slow, still a measured pace as if he's more interested in the feeling of Arthur inside him than coming at any point. He pushes his fingers through his hair, voice slightly laboured.]

I could've been executed or fucking... Back in service and I'd never get to touch you or hear your voice again.

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[Arthur's hand finds its way up Eames' chest, his eyes fluttering with emotion. His voice is thick with emotion and the fact that Eames is sitting on his dick.]

I wouldn't have rested until I got you back.

[Or died. That occured to him a few times in the process.]

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[Eames shudders and his back arches, moving with a little more purpose now. He almost tells Arthur that he surrendered, that just the threat of anything happening to him was enough to make him give in, but he looks back at Arthur's face and all that he can think about is how lucky he is to have him.]

I don't know what I did to deserve you.

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[Arthur lets out a laugh, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as he indulges in Eames' movements.]

You didn't have to do anything.

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[He raises an eyebrow with a smirk at that, lifting his hips just a little more with each pass.]

I bet this helps though, hm?

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[Arthur lets out a moan that borders on a shout, arching his back again as Eames starts ramping it up. He doesn't bother answering the question, letting all the swearing and groaning his doing serve as his answer.]

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[Eames lets himself get a smug grin in as he leans back down on his elbows, not being close to Arthur is becoming unbearable (plus he can really dial up they way he's bouncing of Arthur's hips if he positions himself just right,) and he dips his head for a messy kiss.]

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[Arthur groans, wrapping both arms around Eames' neck and kissing him desperately. It's not going to be long now, not with how long he's waited for this.]

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[Eames murmurs something about how much he needs Arthur, about how good he wants to make him feel. There's nothing else that matters to him right now, moaning into the kiss as he focuses on that.]

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[Arthur groans and whimpers, pushing his fingers through Eames' hair and scratching his scalp lightly. It's not much longer before he's muttering something about coming soon, pleading with Eames to keep going.]

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[He has no intention of stopping before Arthur's done, it's the thing he wants most right now. Something he expresses between moans as he dips his head to kiss Arthur's cheek and along his jaw, moving down as much of his neck as he can without moving his body away from Arthur's.]

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[Arthur lets out something like a sob as he feels his orgasm building up, fist balling in Eames' hair. When he finally comes it's when it feels like he can't stand it anymore, and his hips tremble and twitch as he comes hard into Eames.]

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[Eames moans loudly, sucking a mark on Arthur's neck and rolling his hips in some attempt to draw out Arthur's orgasm as long as he can.]

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[It goes on for a little while, Arthur's moans coming out stuttered and broken. As it finally passes through him he just whimpers and hums and runs his fingers through Eames' hair.]

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[When it seems like Arthur's done, Eames relaxes against him with a happy sigh. He noses fondly at Arthur's cheek while he catches his breath, he's feeling pretty pleased with how that went, thoroughly satisfied by it.]

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[Arthur basically goes limp against the bed, bringing his hands back down to Eames' face so he can gently hold him still for a kiss. It's a very soft and gentle kiss, so much less urgent now.]

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[Eames carefully pulls off Arthur so as to properly just lay on him, humming happily at the kiss and Arthur's hands on his face.]

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[Arthur puts his hand on Eames' lower back, rubbing back and forth gently.]

You could have kept going for a little while.

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[He shakes his head with a soft noise disagreeing, but he doesn't say anything. He got what he wanted, he's happy.]

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[Arthur's not about to argue with Eames about whether or not he should get off, so he just sighs and lays his head down, lips curling into a smile.]

You were amazing.

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I am.

[He smiles and kisses Arthur's cheek.]

So are you.

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[Arthur grins, happy for the affection.]

I can't believe with all the sleeping we've been doing I'm ready to go back to sleep now.

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You just came pretty hard.

[A fact Eames is obviously pleased with himself about.]