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."]

Comments

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Mm.

[Arthur cranes his neck a little bit to give Eames a proper kiss, feeling pretty nice and cozy right now.]

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[Eames cups Arthur's face and leans into the kiss, shifting his whole body closer to press against him with a quiet hum.]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur grins and pulls away just enough to speak.]

You're unbearably attractive, do you know that?

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[Eames laughs softly and lifts a leg to nudge it between Arthur's.]

Funny. I was about to say the same thing to you.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur laughs too, leaning in to kiss him a little more, slow but a little more intense. He really feels like he could spend hours just doing this sometimes.]

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[Eames hums and pushes his thigh up a little, not insistent, but enough to add a pleasant kind of pressure while they kiss.]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur gives him a pleased hum for his trouble, tilting his hips just so to get the most out of it.]

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[Eames smiles into the kiss and lets a hand trail down to lightly grab Arthur's ass while they're here. It's such a good one, why isn't he doing this all the time.]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur hums and wriggles his hips a little bit, pulling away just enough to speak.]

Careful, you might actually get me excited.

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Is that a bad thing?

[Eames certainly doesn't seem to think so.]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur pulls away to look at him, a smile on his face. His tone is equal parts amused and suggestive.]

Are you up for it?

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[Eames raises an eyebrow back and squeezes Arthur's ass for good measure.]

Always.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur's smile turns into more of a smirk as he raises his eyebrows.]

That's good, because I'm really in the mood to ride your dick right now.

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[Eames is very happy to hear that, and he uses his grip on Arthur to try and pull his hips closer.]

That sounds perfect.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur leans in for another kiss with a grin, rolling his against Eames' thigh with a little more intention now.]

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[Eames moans softly and rocks back against him, nipping a little at his lip with a smirk.]

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[Arthur decidse he doesn't want to waste any time and rolls Eames onto his back, straddling his hips right away and rolling down onto them. Eames is so solid and hot below him and more than anything he just wants that closeness and intensity so he's absolutely gonna kiss Eames as hungrily as he can.]

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[Eames makes a surpised noise, but he's clearly very happy with where this is going when he looks up at Arthur. He groans again into the kiss, hands on Arthur's hips to hold him in the best place when Eames rolls his hips up to meet him.]

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[Arthur moans, a desperate edge to the sound as he indulges in every movement. He thinks about how good Eames is going to feel inside of him and it shoots a spark up his spine, feeling himself get harder in his pants - they're going to need to be removed soon but right now he just needs as much of Eames as he can get.]

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[Eames is much more focused on Arthur than the logistics of the situation, even if his pants are starting to get a little uncomfortable. He presses a palm to the small of Arthur's back and drags it up to between his shoulder blades.]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur groans softly, arching his back under Eames' hand. He rolls his hips a couple more times and then lifts his head to look between them, hastily undoing Eames' pants and reaching into them to wrap his hand around Eames' dick. He really just wants to make sure Eames is hard enough to get going soon because he really doesn't want to wait much longer.]

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[Eames moans louder and briefly shoots an offended look up at Arthur. It's not going to take him long to get hard, and he doesn't entirely need the help, not that he's going to turn it down.]

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[Arthur's all business up here, watching intently as he feels Eames get harder in his hand. As soon as it feels like Eames is ready he sits up and slides off of him so he can get those annoying pants off.]

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[Eames pushes his own down and kicks them off, watching Arthur the whole time. He reaches out with a hand when Arthur's satisfactorily naked, a light smirk on his face.]

Come back here.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur smiles back at him and reaches over for the bottle of lube before he crawls back on top of Eames. He sits up, straddling Eames' hips and grinning down at him as he pours lube into his palm.]

You look pretty good from this angle.