there's bullet holes where my compassion used to be

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[Eames, for the most part, is pretty good at avoiding serious injuries, but things happen. People make mistakes, get caught out or outdone. Also weapons are a thing.]

[The upside is that Eames can take a lot of pain. The downside is that he is currently in a lot of pain. Battered and bloody with a few nasty wounds to show for it when he lets himself into Arthur's place. Arthur keeps a first aid kit, he knows that, and moreover he keeps some medical supplies he absolutely should not legally have. He tries to remember where Arthur keeps it, turning to go in his kitchen. Grabbing a sharp-looking knife in one hand as he starts looking through a cupboard he vaguely remembers as storage with little regard for the blood he's leaving everywhere. Calling Arthur's name at the same time to see if he's home.]

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[Arthur smiles and mumbles something about how nice that is while Eames is kissing him, wrapping up with the food and patiently starting to set the leftovers aside.]

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[Eames murmurs back between kisses and watches with a lazy gaze, trying not to get in the way but also wanting to just rest his head on Arthur's shoulder for a bit already. He sighs softly, waiting until it seems like Arthur's done to properly rest against him.]

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[Arthur turns his head to nuzzle affectionately at Eames.]

I should put all this food away.

[He makes no move to do so.]

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Probably.

[Eames isn't helping. He's hurt and tired and he wants affection, taking this as a sign that he should shift a little closer to lean his weight on Arthur.]

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[Arthur accommodates more weight easily, gazing at Eames with deep thought and affection for a quiet, still moment.]

How do you feel?

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Awful.

[He turns his head to kiss Arthur's shoulder.]

Better though. Thank you.

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That's good.

[This feeling is so quiet and intimate that Arthur doesn't want to disrupt it, but a few different nagging thoughts can't be ignored.]

If you let me put the food away we can lay down.

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[He hums softly as if he's considering it.]

I don't want to though.

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It'll feel better to lay down.

[He noses at Eames.]

Plus you know there's no way I can stand to leave this food out.

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I know.

[Eames sighs and sits up so Arthur can move, but he's not happy about it.]

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[Arthur slips off the bed and grabs the food, taking it out to the kitchen and putting it away properly. He pours two glasses of water and brings them back to bed with him just in case Eames wants some.]

Once he sets them down on the night table he also strips down to his underwear so he can slip into bed and cuddle, if Eames wants.]

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[Eames cuddles up as soon as Arthur's there, sick of being this tired, but it's nice to fall asleep like this at least. Curled up as much as he can manage, tucked against Arthur. It's comforting.]

[A couple of days later, he's doing a lot better. Most of the bruising has started to fade, and the smaller cuts and scrapes haven't healed away, but they certainly don't look so bad. The nastier ones are probably still going to take a while, and Eames is still a mess, but he has energy now. Favouring one side when he moves, but it's not such an insistent problem.]

[Back home too, pretending the stairs aren't an issue. Had to ask the dog sitter to keep Boxer for a week while he recovers, but everything is fine. At least in his own space he doesn't feel like some kind of burden, some problem Arthur has to work around. This is his fuckup and his problem and he can manage it himself. Today he's going to do that by sitting in the kitchen in sweatpants with a beer and a potion for the pain.]

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[Having his place back to himself is nice, but he also kind of misses Eames and the easy intimacy of the situation as soon as he leaves. It's a complicated thing, because Arthur doesn't want to slip too far into that feeling, but he's also not going to just deprive himself. So he's made his excuses to come check up on Eames at least once already, and at the moment he's knocking and letting himself in to Eames' house for another little visit. He has a case of beer in tow, which he sets down on the table when he comes into the kitchen.]

How're you doing today?

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[He smiles when Arthur comes in, and not entirely for the beer. It was shockingly easy to spend those few days together, but Eames won't dwell on whether or not it makes sense to miss that or want more of it.]

Not terrible. [He glances down at the bandage on his stomach and then up at Arthur with a hint of a smirk.] Bleeding less, certainly.

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[Arthur gives him a wry smile as he opens the case and takes out a bottle for himself.]

Well, I don't know how you could have been bleeding any more.

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I'm sure I could find a way if I tried hard enough.

[Luckily for all he has no plans to try.]

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[Arthur smirks and shakes his head, coming around the table as he takes a sip of his beer.]

There anything else you could find a way to do?

[Is he flirting this quickly after walking through the door? Yes. The answer is yes.]

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[Eames returns that smirk and looks up, watching him move. When Arthur's close enough, he lifts a hand to put on Arthur's hip.]

Well, I haven't had anyone to try with yet.

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What a shame.

[There isn't a hint of sympathy in his voice. He puts his beer down on the table and kneels down, nudging Eames' knee gently to make some room and encourage him to square his hips up a little better. He really isn't wasting any time here, though he is pretty casual about reaching up to undo Eames' pants.]

Guess it's a good thing I'm here.

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Good thing indeed.

[Eames tilts his head and licks his lips as he watches Arthur sink to his knees, shifting to the edge of his seat and moving his legs apart to make room for him. This is super casual so he's still sipping his beer though.]

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[Arthur's okay with that — this is intended to be a warm-up, orgasm optional (but preferred). Once he gets Eames' dick out he bows his head and takes him in his mouth with a soft hum, starting gentle just to coax Eames into arousal.]

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[Eames hums softly, fingers combing fondly through Arthur's hair. It's not gonna take long, he's been at least a little horny for the last couple of days with no outlet.]

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[Regardless of how quickly Eames gets hard, this blowjob is almost purely indulgent, like Arthur's slowly trying to memorize the feeling of Eames' cock against his tongue.]

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[Oh-- that's his favourite kind. Eames moans softly and puts his beer down so he can brush his knuckles lightly along Arthur's cheek.]

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[Arthur puts his hand on Eames' forearm, acknowledging the affection despite being otherwise occupied sucking gently on the head of Eames' dick.]