Saito's Beautiful Boy 1/2
Title: Saito's Beautiful Boy
Fandom: Inception
Pairing(s): Saito/Arthur, Eames/Arthur
Summary: Based on this prompt...
Arthur is Saito's beautiful kept boy. Alas age has made it hard for Saito to please Arthur so he hired Eames to pleasure Arthur while he watches.
Notes: Crossover with Mysterious Skin.
Warnings: Threesome-ish, Voyeurism, Daddy-kink?, Underage, Mentioned prostitution
Unbetaed. Lots of bad grammars, and I'm sure there's plenty of wrong tenses, as well.
Chapter One
Saito likes to think of himself as a very fortunate man, and, in fact, he is.
He had created an empire from the ground up by the time that he turned thirty, has a more than competent heir that he is more than proud of, and, not only that, he aged quite handsomely and can still turn heads when he's fifty.
But best of all, he has a beautiful and insatiable boy that kept him well-sated into the night.
His boy is an American, who once went by the name of Neil McCormick. He had found Neil working the streets of New York, barely looking sixteen with pale slender limbs, dark hair that brushes his ears, and soulful blue eyes.
Neil projected an image of a tough and foul-mouthed rascal, but Saito knows that he’s really just a lonely and scared, little boy who just wants to be loved.
Needless to say, he was immediately smittened and Neil had been his boy since.
The boy eagerly thrown away his old name, wishing to be rid of a past that still haunts him on certain nights.
He prefers to be called Arthur now.
It fits him.
Along with the change, Saito threw away the boy's ill-fitting clothes for fine tailored suits that wraps and accentuates the boy's lithe body.
He was more than pleased with the new look.
It makes him want to muss up Arthur's now sharp image and despoil the boy in many unimaginable ways. This was even more so when Arthur had decided to grow his hair, Saito delightfully discovered, into adorable curls.
Shortly after, Arthur trained himself out of his "accent" even though all Americans sound the same to Saito. He thought it was rather pointless, but wasn't going to complain.
The training somehow revealed that Arthur has a knack for foreign languages, especially for French. His ability to curl his tongue just so and the beautiful things he does with it made Arthur's mouth a thing of obsession for Saito.
He only wishes that he had found his boy when he was much younger. Saito doesn't like to admit it, but his age is starting to get to him. He's not as virile as he once had been. He can barely get it up again after a round of hot and sweaty sex and an hour of rest.
Arthur is nothing but insatiable, and Saito always loved to please his boy since his boy doesn't ask for much. It was a surprising and pleasant fact compared to his past lovers, who are all a bunch of bottomless black holes, especially his wife.
It pleased him that what Arthur wanted most from him is simply his love and attention when he's not busy.
This adorable neediness of his boy quickly made Arthur his favorite, and he pretty much bid adieu to all of his other lovers.
Of course, he had also paid them a pretty sum to keep their mouths shut and a threat, if they get daring.
Saito tried to solve this little problem involving his libido. He doesn't particularly like being "drugged up" to get it on, so he went to the next best thing.
Sex toys.
It was quite a beautiful sight, too, when Arthur was subjected to the variations of toys.
He would cry and beg so prettily, with tears of frustration and pleasure going down his face.
His smooth skin would be all flushed and sweaty from stimulation, and Arthur would often twists his body into wanton positions that practically scream for a good, hard pounding, which Saito can't provide.
Needless to say, Arthur would come out of it unsatisfied despite all the pleasures.
Saito loathes letting others touch his boy, but he's been considering it more and more often as of late. His favorite candidate for this job is his most trusted bodyguard. A British man in his late twenties called Eames, another boy he had found but never taken as a lover.
Eames rarely trusts anyone and gave even fewer his loyalty. Saito just happens to be one of those few people.
He noticed Eames eying Arthur discretely before but he had never took offense, knowing that Eames would rather slit his own throat before going against him.
Arthur, of course, is oblivious to the heated looks he received despite being such a wanton little thing. It's really quite a wonder, actually. An oxymoron if there ever was one.
However, compared to the rest on his rather short list Eames is his favorite candidate. He’s sure that Eames would also like the idea.
Go To Chapter Two
Edited again...
Fandom: Inception
Pairing(s): Saito/Arthur, Eames/Arthur
Summary: Based on this prompt...
Arthur is Saito's beautiful kept boy. Alas age has made it hard for Saito to please Arthur so he hired Eames to pleasure Arthur while he watches.
Notes: Crossover with Mysterious Skin.
Warnings: Threesome-ish, Voyeurism, Daddy-kink?, Underage, Mentioned prostitution
Unbetaed. Lots of bad grammars, and I'm sure there's plenty of wrong tenses, as well.
Chapter One
Saito likes to think of himself as a very fortunate man, and, in fact, he is.
He had created an empire from the ground up by the time that he turned thirty, has a more than competent heir that he is more than proud of, and, not only that, he aged quite handsomely and can still turn heads when he's fifty.
But best of all, he has a beautiful and insatiable boy that kept him well-sated into the night.
His boy is an American, who once went by the name of Neil McCormick. He had found Neil working the streets of New York, barely looking sixteen with pale slender limbs, dark hair that brushes his ears, and soulful blue eyes.
Neil projected an image of a tough and foul-mouthed rascal, but Saito knows that he’s really just a lonely and scared, little boy who just wants to be loved.
Needless to say, he was immediately smittened and Neil had been his boy since.
The boy eagerly thrown away his old name, wishing to be rid of a past that still haunts him on certain nights.
He prefers to be called Arthur now.
It fits him.
Along with the change, Saito threw away the boy's ill-fitting clothes for fine tailored suits that wraps and accentuates the boy's lithe body.
He was more than pleased with the new look.
It makes him want to muss up Arthur's now sharp image and despoil the boy in many unimaginable ways. This was even more so when Arthur had decided to grow his hair, Saito delightfully discovered, into adorable curls.
Shortly after, Arthur trained himself out of his "accent" even though all Americans sound the same to Saito. He thought it was rather pointless, but wasn't going to complain.
The training somehow revealed that Arthur has a knack for foreign languages, especially for French. His ability to curl his tongue just so and the beautiful things he does with it made Arthur's mouth a thing of obsession for Saito.
He only wishes that he had found his boy when he was much younger. Saito doesn't like to admit it, but his age is starting to get to him. He's not as virile as he once had been. He can barely get it up again after a round of hot and sweaty sex and an hour of rest.
Arthur is nothing but insatiable, and Saito always loved to please his boy since his boy doesn't ask for much. It was a surprising and pleasant fact compared to his past lovers, who are all a bunch of bottomless black holes, especially his wife.
It pleased him that what Arthur wanted most from him is simply his love and attention when he's not busy.
This adorable neediness of his boy quickly made Arthur his favorite, and he pretty much bid adieu to all of his other lovers.
Of course, he had also paid them a pretty sum to keep their mouths shut and a threat, if they get daring.
Saito tried to solve this little problem involving his libido. He doesn't particularly like being "drugged up" to get it on, so he went to the next best thing.
Sex toys.
It was quite a beautiful sight, too, when Arthur was subjected to the variations of toys.
He would cry and beg so prettily, with tears of frustration and pleasure going down his face.
His smooth skin would be all flushed and sweaty from stimulation, and Arthur would often twists his body into wanton positions that practically scream for a good, hard pounding, which Saito can't provide.
Needless to say, Arthur would come out of it unsatisfied despite all the pleasures.
Saito loathes letting others touch his boy, but he's been considering it more and more often as of late. His favorite candidate for this job is his most trusted bodyguard. A British man in his late twenties called Eames, another boy he had found but never taken as a lover.
Eames rarely trusts anyone and gave even fewer his loyalty. Saito just happens to be one of those few people.
He noticed Eames eying Arthur discretely before but he had never took offense, knowing that Eames would rather slit his own throat before going against him.
Arthur, of course, is oblivious to the heated looks he received despite being such a wanton little thing. It's really quite a wonder, actually. An oxymoron if there ever was one.
However, compared to the rest on his rather short list Eames is his favorite candidate. He’s sure that Eames would also like the idea.
Go To Chapter Two
Edited again...