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My Arthur/Eames Table

Claim: Inception, Arthur/Eames
Title: "Five Times Eames Was (Shockingly) A Gentleman"
Author: [livejournal.com profile] deepsix
Prompt: 29. Intoxication.
Rating: R
Length: long
Brief summary: Arthur gets drunk, and Eames is a gentleman. Which is a little hilarious, but I also love the frustration that builds in both characters becomes so harsh and realistic. Perfect balance of angst and porn.
Link to the story: Five Times Eames Was (Shockingly) A Gentleman


Claim: Inception, Arthur/Eames
Title: "It's Automatic"
Author: [livejournal.com profile] weatherfront
Prompt: 07. Love
Rating: NC-17
Length: long
Brief summary: Basically this is the fic where they dump a bag of cash in a bathtub and have sex on it. DONE. This was all I needed out of my fannish life. But also it's a fic about growing up and being in love, and it's fantastic.

Eames pulls on his trousers and scoops all the money back into the briefcases. He lifts Arthur to get to what's underneath him, and Arthur is slack in his arms like he never is when he's awake. There are bruises starting to bloom on his hips, on his elbows, because crisp bills aren't much of a cushion to begin with. Eames thinks that maybe he should air the bills out to dry before he tries to deposit them, if only out of common courtesy. Arthur is a warm dead weight.

He scrapes the tub free of every last dollar, locks the briefcases shut, and puts on his shoes. Arthur looks like a businessman who's had too much champagne at a reception, still half dressed and careless in repose. Eames plugs the bathtub and starts a slow trickle of water, and he leaves.

It's about an hour later that his phone buzzes in his pocket.

You took my cut, it says. And my suit is ruined.

Thats my price, he texts.

Then you're the priciest whore I've ever had, texts Arthur.

Link to the story: It's Automatic