Arthur/Eames: Goldie [4/4]
Rating: R
Word Count: 380
Warnings: prostitution, sex, suicide (?)
Summary: Arthur is a common street whore, Eames takes him in, Arthur mistakes it for love.
Author's Note: Written for this prompt in inception_kink.
Arthur wakes, angry and confused. Unseeing, he stumbles out of the room and into the bright light of morning. He wanders back to his flat and sees his possessions in a messy heap outside the door, which has a yellow sheet of paper with red lettering on it. Arthur doesn’t bother to read it. He doesn’t even bother to pick up any of his things. He just leaves.
+++
Arthur sits on the curb. It’s 8pm and dark. It’s cold. Arthur shakes quietly in his coat. A black Town Car rounds the corner, its headlights blinding Arthur. The car slows, and the window rolls down.
“Hello, again,” says the voice.
Arthur’s head jerks up. It isn’t. It’s impossible.
“Get in.”
Arthur gets in.
+++
They’re naked in Eames’s bed. Arthur is riding Eames’s cock, feeling Eames’s shaft pulse through him. Eames moans, about to climax, and Arthur is going with him. Eames moans one long, satisfied moan just as Arthur whispers, “I love you.”
Everything stops.
Eames’s face falls. “Get off.”
Arthur’s eyes widen. “Wha-”
“You heard what I said. Get off. Get out. Right now.”
Arthur falls out of the bed and rushes to grab his things. Eames gets out of bed and puts on a robe. He stands there, coldly watching Arthur scramble to put his jeans on.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-”
“Shut up.”
Arthur is on the verge of tears. He runs/stumbles from the bedroom and clumsily turns the doorknob to let himself out. He turns around. Eames is there.
“Eames, let me explain.”
“There is nothing to explain. You should fucking know that.”
“Then why did you help me that night?”
“Because you needed help! Jesus Christ, you thought that was something? How pathetic.”
“Don’t.” Arthur looks down in shame.
“It’s the truth. Look at me.” Eames grabs Arthur’s chin and forces Arthur’s eyes to meet his. In this light, Eames looks threatening, dangerous. For the first time, Arthur is scared of him. “I’ve got news for you, darling. If you’re looking for love, this is the wrong profession. I’m not your savior, I’m your client. The sooner you get that through your pretty little head, the sooner you can forget about me and move on with your life.”
The door slams in Arthur’s face.
-fin-
Word Count: 380
Warnings: prostitution, sex, suicide (?)
Summary: Arthur is a common street whore, Eames takes him in, Arthur mistakes it for love.
Author's Note: Written for this prompt in inception_kink.
Arthur wakes, angry and confused. Unseeing, he stumbles out of the room and into the bright light of morning. He wanders back to his flat and sees his possessions in a messy heap outside the door, which has a yellow sheet of paper with red lettering on it. Arthur doesn’t bother to read it. He doesn’t even bother to pick up any of his things. He just leaves.
+++
Arthur sits on the curb. It’s 8pm and dark. It’s cold. Arthur shakes quietly in his coat. A black Town Car rounds the corner, its headlights blinding Arthur. The car slows, and the window rolls down.
“Hello, again,” says the voice.
Arthur’s head jerks up. It isn’t. It’s impossible.
“Get in.”
Arthur gets in.
+++
They’re naked in Eames’s bed. Arthur is riding Eames’s cock, feeling Eames’s shaft pulse through him. Eames moans, about to climax, and Arthur is going with him. Eames moans one long, satisfied moan just as Arthur whispers, “I love you.”
Everything stops.
Eames’s face falls. “Get off.”
Arthur’s eyes widen. “Wha-”
“You heard what I said. Get off. Get out. Right now.”
Arthur falls out of the bed and rushes to grab his things. Eames gets out of bed and puts on a robe. He stands there, coldly watching Arthur scramble to put his jeans on.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-”
“Shut up.”
Arthur is on the verge of tears. He runs/stumbles from the bedroom and clumsily turns the doorknob to let himself out. He turns around. Eames is there.
“Eames, let me explain.”
“There is nothing to explain. You should fucking know that.”
“Then why did you help me that night?”
“Because you needed help! Jesus Christ, you thought that was something? How pathetic.”
“Don’t.” Arthur looks down in shame.
“It’s the truth. Look at me.” Eames grabs Arthur’s chin and forces Arthur’s eyes to meet his. In this light, Eames looks threatening, dangerous. For the first time, Arthur is scared of him. “I’ve got news for you, darling. If you’re looking for love, this is the wrong profession. I’m not your savior, I’m your client. The sooner you get that through your pretty little head, the sooner you can forget about me and move on with your life.”
The door slams in Arthur’s face.
-fin-