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Australia seemed to go on forever with surveillance and research and ensuring that he not only had every needed mannerism down to a tee but that Eames had made enough notes that if Arthur had any questions, he could answer them. He had everything they needed and he was ready to go home. Ready to get back to a job that excited him as much as he feared just where it was going. Ready to get back to a pointman who was really turning his world upside down, and he was realizing how much he loved it.

Waiting until he was on his last layover and he was sure that the flights would be on time, he sent Arthur a message just before boarding his flight.

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Eames had shipped ahead everything else he needed, not that it had been much, so as he came down the walk to the terminal, all he had was a single rolling carry on. Dressed in fawn colored slacks and a dark burgundy coat over a paisley shirt, he looked like a tourist with a heavy shadow of hair growth along his jaws and a bright light in his eyes as he looked around for the man that should be waiting for him.

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"Why not? If I don't let him see my face, what will it hurt," he asked, and while they were playing around, being silly, he kind of meant it as well. He just wasn't a fan of Cobb, after all.

"So what? You'll stay with me most nights," he asked, as if that had been what he meant then.

Thing was, Arthur was sure that if given a chance, Eames would punch Cobb in the face. The two might respect each other on a pure professional level but any sort of friendship that might have been between them didn't seem to be there any longer. To be honest, Arthur couldn't (and wouldn't) blame Eames in the least. He had found the urge to punch Cobb in the face a couple of times over the last two years increasingly tempting but had barely refrained. Which was usually when he knew he had to split until Cobb took that next job and needed Arthur's assistance. "No, but I'm sure it wouldn't be hard to connect the dots," he mused.

Arthur hummed as the hot water and steam did it's thing in helping him relax little by little. "I hadn't thought that far ahead but at least for the weekend."

First it was Mallorie. She was beautiful and smart and that Cobb had survived all their supposed play and she hadn't, he placed that blame fully on Cobb. Then it was Arthur, dragging him along and ruining his life during all he'd been running since her death.

"You take away all my fun," even if he knew it was a bad idea, that he might hurt Cobb too, given half a chance.

"I like this idea and think it should happen," he admits. "You and me, every night we can." A lot of them would be work, after all.

"I think you'll live," he said, sliding his hand down over Eames' chest. "If, after Inception, you still want to punch him out, then feel free." Not that Eames needed anyone's permission to do anything. Neither of them did. However, it did help to keep the violence out of a job until hell did break loose then all bets were off after that.

He tilted his head with a little hum. "It could be arranged," he said. They would be working a good majority of them but if Eames got a hotel room close by to the flat, it would cut down on some of the travel time between them and make it possible for them to make it work.

“Oh I plan to survive everything,” he pointed out. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to punch him hard enough his nose is on the back of his head,” he added. “But you know I won’t do it before we make this happen. And…”

He leaned in, his voice soft. “Much as I care for us and what we have, what makes me want to hit him is not this but how damned much he goes around ruining the lives of those around him and he’ll make this happen, become a legend and get his kids back. But it doesn’t bring back Mallorie and it doesn’t give you back all of the life he’s stolen from you,” Eames said, keeping his voice low to try and keep the growl from his words.

Arthur's lips curled up. "That wouldn't be a pretty sight -- imagine his nose poking out of the back of his head, flaring when he's upset," he said by way of teasing. Truth was, he understood the sentiment, understood what Eames meant and had wanted to do the same thing himself.

He nodded. "I know," he said and he did. None of this really brought Mal back or the years he had spent on the lam with Cobb, getting shot out of dreams a handful or more of times. After this though, he would stand his ground and not work with the extractor again. If there was one good thing that came out of this - it was Eames and them.

Arthur took a step backward underneath the hot water spraying down. He made a soft sound when the hot water slid over his reddened ass.

Eames just stared at Arthur, stunned by that image. "You seriously put too much thought into things, don't you," he said with a laugh. "And to think I called you a stick in the mud, and thought you had no imagination. Is this trying to prove me wrong?"

Though he knew better about Arthur now, much better about him.

Eames knew he would never forgive Cobb. Not for any of it. He couldn't make up for what he'd done, and for Eames he never would be forgiven.

"Hmmm," he murmured at that sound. "You okay, Darling?"

"Not really. It took a minute to think of. It'll take much longer to forget it though," he said with a snort. He sent Eames an amused look. They both knew that Eames knew better now. They both were starting to know each other better.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, sliding his fingers through his hair to lessen the product that was left. "Hm, yeah, I'm okay," he said, opening his eyes to look at him. He stepped away from the water so Eames could duck underneath while picking up the soap and a washcloth.

"Well, I am here and ready for all your forgetting about thing needs," he said, smiling that wicked, twisted little smirk, wanting to turn the subject as quickly as he had brought them to that talk. They had this, and all that Cobb had done was over, and the hold Cobb once had, it was gone too. Eames knew that now.

He leaned in at that moment, kissing him softly. "Good. That's what matters the most," he swore in a low, soft voice. "Long as you're okay, we can get through this," he vowed. And the thing was, Eames believed it. About everything. Including inception.

"In more ways than one, I'm sure," Arthur said, his lips curling up into a smirk. He did enjoy Eames' brand of forgetting about things though. Very much.

Arthur returned his kiss with a low hum. "I'm okay," he said again. His ass hurt but he felt better today than he had in weeks. "We'll get through it," he said, firmly. He wouldn't let them fail even with something like Inception.

"Do you want me to list the ways, Darling," he asked, grinning widely. OH yes, he was in his element now, wasn't he? This was the man he was best at being. Affectionate and witty and a bit salacious.

"And after that, I'm punching him in the face." It was a promise and a vow he planned to keep, even if Cobb never understood why he did it.

"I would like some specificity, Mr. Eames," Arthur said, with a little smirk. Oh, but this was the side of the forger that Arthur knew all too well. And he loved it too.

Arthur poured some soap onto a cloth and started washing his chest and arms. "I'd be more surprised if you didn't punch him in the face," he mused, glancing over at him.

"Oh. no. You did not bring up that word here, did you," he asked, stunned and working hard not to smile. "No. That's a new rule. No using that word when I'm naked," he said, shaking his head and making a tsking sound.

"I have control. I just don't like having it," he admitted. "Not with him. What's the point. Not like he controls himself," he said, words hardening, showing how much it bothers him all that had happened in the last few years.

"What? Have something against the word specificity, Mr. Eames," Arthur asked with a teasing and mischievous smirk before chuckling and washing his legs off.

He straightened and tilted his head, looking at Eames for a long moment. "I know you have control," the games they played and their past in dream share was proof of that. "What I was getting at is that he probably would deserve it at the end of the day." They still had weeks to go on this job yet and the only way they would get through it was persevering through the bullshit with Cobb and make sure they had all their ducks in a row.

"I do. Some gorgeous bloke in nice suits tends to over use it. I think it has something to do with his fetish for details," he teased, enjoying that something that often taunted him and upset him was now something between them. He liked that.

"Remember that when he's about to head to a flight for wherever he's going next and I tell him it's for Arthur before putting his nose through his face."

"Details are sexy," he said as dry as he could manage all the while giving Eames a teasing little smile. He liked that they could joke, tease, poke and still have this between them.

Arthur bit out a laugh and gave him a look. "Imagine all the squinting." Because Cobb did have a propensity to squint. A lot. Especially these days.

"No. You're sexy. Therefor the details you give me are sexy. Details on their own aren't sexy," he said, smirking at him. They could do this, and maybe it would make this job less stressful than it had been.

"It's all he'll do after I punch him."

When it came straight down to it, at the end of the day and if they finally managed to complete Inception, Arthur could only imagine Dom walking away to whoever would be picking him up at the airport to take him back to his kids. Truthfully, he was one hundred percent convinced that even if Arthur hadn't given the man his, for lack of better term, notice - there probably wouldn't be even so much as a 'thank you' from Cobb for putting their lives on the line for a job this risky.

"That and then walk off," he said, perhaps a little more serious than their conversation had been thus far. But it was the truth, wasn't it?

He rolled his eyes to himself before stepping in closer to the forger and wiping the wash cloth over his shoulders, attempting to distract himself from this shit hole of a job again. They both knew the risks inherent in this job -- that it was possible and yet also exceptionally difficult and they had a lot of factors riding on it.

Turning to lean against the wall, arms up and folded before him and his brow resting on his arms. Presenting his back to Arthur with a crooked grin that could be heard in his tones. "You can keep doing that, if you want."

Because it was these things they were going to hold to. The moments they shared that they could both talk about having later but couldn't guarantee would come. They could die. Worse, there was limbo. Then there was that fear Eames had held since he got the call. The fear of losing his mind enough that even if he came back, he wouldn't ever be able to tell reality from the dreams again. Like Mal.

"And he's been in our bedroom, and now shower, enough. Let's talk about us."

Arthur allowed a little smirk to curl on his lips before stepping in closer and pressing a kiss to Eames' shoulder blade then sliding the wash cloth over his back. It was these small moments that Arthur would hold on to and remember to keep him going through this job. He had no doubt about that one bit.

He felt the smirk curl into a smile as Eames called it 'our' bedroom. He liked that. "Yeah, he has," he agreed, washing over his back then down over his arse. "Like...what we're going to do come Monday or what we should do for the rest of the weekend?" He was mostly teasing with the comment about Monday. This was a 'no work' zone for the weekend, or so they had originally planned.

Fairly purring, enjoying that sensation, the way Arthur touched him. The sound was soft and contented, eyes closing as he settled in just for the comfort of that touch.

"Monday? Monday we pretend to be grownups and hate one another so that no one knows that beautiful ass is quickly becoming mine," he said, words soft and lazy, lilting with his accent. "This weekend though, I plan on making that quickly into a definite."

He hummed and flicked his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Ah, back to the real world," he mused, his voice soft. He knew it, they both knew that it was how it would have to be for the time being so it wasn't a surprise for either of them.

He squeezed Eames' ass with a little smile. "We do have time to make up for."

The real world waited. They had a job to do. They had a job to survive. This though, what they have forged beyond that, it is what gives Eames the true drive to make sure they get through it all to emerge victorious on the other side.

"Until then, you and me. Find my place. Settle it in and work out how this continues even when we go back to the real world," he said, making it sound like the vow it was.

Arthur nodded and sat the wash cloth aside before sliding his hands up and down the expanse of his sides. They'd find him a hotel room to stay in, one preferably closer to the flat so neither of them would have to go far if they stayed over.

"We'll figure it out," he said, having absolutely no doubt about it. He pressed a nuzzling kiss to his back.

One hand reached back, sliding over Arthur's hip. "I like this. Like us together like this," he murmured softly. It was a lot of honesty, telling more than he should about his emotions. He was almost quiet, his voice soft. Nervous he was revealing too much.

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