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not!fic codas: arthur in heels and the Warehouse
This post contains the two codas that @Manderkat wrote in chat tonight.
It is Arthur/Eames and references 4 fandoms (or more?).
It started with:
coulditbeJenG: oh there also has to be a coda where arthur wears heels. js
Manderkat: and Eames plays with his shield
CODA THE FIRST
coulditbeJenG: oh there also has to be a coda where arthur wears heels. js
Manderkat: and Eames plays with his shield.
coulditbeJenG: lol YES
Manderkat: and spandex.
coulditbeJenG: ahahah
me: A+
Manderkat: When Arthur finally shows Eames his JLO Room, it's after a long process of panic attacks, late night gun cleaning sessions and a truly ridiculous amount of sex.
By the time he flips open the third lock on the door, his hands are shaking.
neednever: like arthur figured Eames wouldnt want him after knowing just how bad it really is
Manderkat: The sudden warmth of Eames' slightly clammy hand covering his gives him the strength to shove the steel-coated and fireproofed door out of the way to reveal The Room.
neednever: fireproofed
alsdjkh
Manderkat: An intricate system of lights, strategically placed to illuminate the most important elements of his collection - a first run VHS tape of Selena, a one-of-a-kind pair of Louboutins, the fur coat JLO wore in that video with Ben Affleck before they broke his heart and split up, and, of course, the slightly bent but beautifully lit headshot of JLO, complete with heart-shaped lip marks and that fucking glitter.
Manderkat: Eames takes a sharp breath but remains silent, as if he's waiting for Arthur to lead him through this display.
Arthur catches his eyes returning to the floor on the far side of the room, settling on the rows of well-loved heels lining the walls and then jerking away to look at anything else.
neednever: slkjhadsag
coulditbeJenG: lollll
Manderkat: Arthur feels his face break into a dark grin as he leans over to pick up the pair he loves the most, the ones lined with sequins and silk that catch the light just so. He slides off his loafers and socks and looks back at Eames.
Manderkat: Eames has apparently given up on breathing altogether and his wide eyes are locked on Arthur's bare foot as it slides into the heels. They fit perfectly, of course, and when he stands, he balances himself on the door handle until he's re-accustomed himself to the feel.
Manderkat: Eames' eyes haven't left Arthur's sparkling feet. He's leaned forward a bit, like he NEEDS to get that much closer to the show in front of him. Arthur's seen the look on his face before, but never outside of the bedroom (or outside of sex, actually, Eames rarely limits himself to the bed).
neednever: :D :D EAMES
Manderkat: Arthur begins to stalk toward Eames, flaunting the way his hips have to sway just so to keep his balance. Eames moves then, almost faster than Arthur can see, and grasps Arthur around the waist, twisting them around and shoving Arthur's back against the one blank wall of the Room. Arthur wraps his legs around Eames, heels clicking together, letting him hold them up. He reaches down and pulls them both out of their pants, letting Eames crush him against the wall, rubbing them together to create a delicious friction.
Manderkat: Arthur drops one of his legs and rubs the heel against the back of Eames' leg, sending him over the edge. Eames drops down to his knees, gently lowering Arthur's legs to the floor, and takes him into his mouth. The slight change in height from the heels changes their normal dynamic enough to make Arthur's vision flash white. When he comes back down, it's to see Eames running his hands down Arthur's legs to the shoes, caressing his ankles gently as he rests his head against Arthur's thigh. Their harsh breathing echoes in the room, and as Arthur tangles his fingers in Eames' hair, he realizes that the meaning of this room has changed. He still loves JLO, will continue to follow her career until its inevitable end, but now he associates his fantasy life with the reality of Eames in his bed and in his secret room. When JLO's career ends, Eames will still be his.
CODA THE SECOND
Manderkat: oops. I didn't mention the Eames and his shield bit :(
neednever: :(
coulditbeJenG: lol NEXT CODA
Manderkat: Arthur is...a little overwhelmed. Eames can see it in his eyes as he skims the folder full of the entire scanned comic history of Tony Stark and Steve Rogers.
(here, arthur will be played by carolina)
me: hey arthur, i feel your pain /o\
neednever: LOL
coulditbeJenG: ahahahahahahhhaha
Manderkat: Eames bites his lip and reaches out to tap the trackpad. He closes the folder, and spins Arthur's chair around to face him. "Arthur, love. I know it's a bit much. But I can...choose the most important storylines for you."
me: BUT WOULD ARTHUR LIKE TONY OR STEVE BETTER
Manderkat: WE SHALL SEE
coulditbeJenG: ahahahahah 'most important storylines'
Manderkat: Arthur still looks dubious, much like he did when Cobb told them about the job with the Grimm's Fairy Tale levels.
Manderkat: He doesn't say no, though, which reassures something in Eames that is still slightly fluttery and nervous about bringing Arthur to the Warehouse
coulditbeJenG: loooool job with grimms fairy tales
Manderkat: The Warehouse is the only property Eames has kept through all of his name changes, international arrest warrants and angry ex-boyfriends. It's been the most stable thing in his life for nearly 12 years
Manderkat: But Arthur had unlocked his Room, letting him see and TOUCH parts of that...alluring collection...he pulls himself out of those thoughts and refocuses on the laptop screen in front of Arthur. "Okay. Let's start with the origin stories."
neednever: oh manda :D
coulditbeJenG: best place to start eames
Manderkat: Seven hours later, Arthur is looking at Eames incredulously as he narrates the least frustrating bits of the Civil War and Secret Invasion. "Wait, they killed Captain America? How could they? And why would Tony turn on him like that?!" "He didn't turn on him, we went through this. He wanted to save them all! He saw this bloody mess coming, and he gave up Steve's...friendship to save him!"
coulditbeJenG: :((((((((((((
*sobs*
TONY WHY DO YOU NOT EXPLAIN YOUR CRAZY PLANS
Manderkat: "That's ridiculous. Clearly Steve was right to resist. You can't con the government."
"...."
“Eames.”
neednever: lKSAdjh
Manderkat: Three hours later, Arthur was as caught up as possible, and Eames felt like he'd been run over by a highly opinionated bus.
neednever: LOL
me: lmfao
coulditbeJenG: ahahhahahah
Manderkat: But Arthur had begun to describe Steve and Tony as if they were inseparable, and had shown the proper amount of dismay at their current separation. Eames felt Arthur was finally ready for the Warehouse.
Manderkat: The building itself was just outside the borders of London proper, easily accessible even to his former rocknrolla incarnation, but far enough from the general fray to make any attempts at tailing him quite obvious.
coulditbeJenG: lmaooo The Warehouse.
Manderkat: He led Arthur to the side door of the second-largest structure, keyed in his code (the day that captain america died - it needed updating), scanned his retina, then ran his finger down the biometric scanner mounted on the doorframe.
Manderkat: Arthur was oddly silent through this process, only reacting by coughing quietly as the hydraulics on the door creaked. The lights on the inside came on in a staggered fashion, although the section of the building that housed his comic collection remained unlit - the ink was fragile, after all. He led Arthur to the back of the warehouse, to a section that housed a clothing rack, the distinctive blue box, and a carefully maintained shield, painted in vibrant red, white and blue. "Is that..?" "Yes. It's...actually what I brought you here to see."
"The shield?" "More what the shield means, darling. You told me that JLO was your escape, remember? Well, this is my protection."
neednever: lkjhasldkjh
Manderkat: "How do you mean?" "It's a bit like Occlumency? Though I wouldn't have called it that before the books, of course." Arthur just looked at him blankly. Clearly not a fan.
neednever: lolol
Manderkat: "It's the physical representation of what I see in my head when I'm forging. I protect the parts of my subconscious that define me, so I can use the rest to become someone else. The shield is unbreakable - I can never really lose myself."
"That shield survived Nazis, the Arctic, and Tony Stark. The version that I create in my head is designed to survive personalities inside the dream and, well. To survive you on the outside."
Arthur's eyes widened. "me."
"You've always been rather handy with the cutting words, pet. And even I can admit that my regular defenses weren't always enough to keep up."
He hadn't planned to tell Arthur this part, but being here, surrounded by all of the parts of himself that he'd never let anyone see, it just...poured out.
"I...I know I can be abrasive at times." Eames snorted. "But I hope you know now...well, you've seen inside my walls. No matter what I say in those moments, I don't ever plan to let you go."
"I wouldn't let you."
Arthur moved toward the shield, and Eames couldn't quite stop himself from tensing slightly. Arthur lifted it from his stand, obviously admiring the weight and realism of the replica. "Strip."
"What?" "You heard me." Eames shed his clothes messily, letting worn tweed and deep rust-colored paisley fall in a pile next to the clothes rack.
Arthur, still carrying the shield, pulled a long multi-colored scarf from the rack and used it to gently bind eames' wrists together.
He pushed him down to his knees, then carefully set the shield on the floor, shining star facing up. Arthur dropped down next to Eames and pushed him backwards, letting Eames' lower back rest on the shield, his head pillowed on his fallen shirt.
Manderkat: Arthur pulled Eames' bound hands above his head, catching the scarf in the door of the TARDIS, and began to pull off his own layers of clothes. He stroked Eames, trailing his fingers lightly across flushed skin, from his bound wrists down the lines of his tattoos, to the bones of his hips, then down to the cool shield resting under his back. Eames' breath stuttered as Arthurs fingers teased lower, into the cleft of his ass.
Arthur hadn't given him any orders, and the knots in the scarf around his wrist would have been simple to break - but Eames found himself wanting this, wanting to be still, to lay himself open to Arthur's fingers.
But when Arthur's tongue joined his fingers, Eames' upper body convulsed uncontrollably.
He heard himself making little noises but felt disconnected from them, like his entire being had refocused on that spot that Arthur's long fingers struck rhythmically as his tongue took up a teasing counterstroke.
He felt like he might shake apart into all of his component pieces, like he'd lost his connection to reality. But somehow, the cool pressure of the shield at his back drew him back to himself, and to Arthur, just as something larger than fingers slid into him.
Manderkat: Eames' back arched, following the shape of the metal underneath him, as Arthur's hands gripped his waist hard, leaving marks that would stay for days, reminding him, reconnecting him to this moment.
Arthur leaned forward, leaned into him, tracing his tongue along the route his fingers had followed.
Manderkat: Eames longed to reach down and trace the beads of sweat making their way down Arthur's shoulders and back, but the scarf held firm. Arthur's hands slid back until they were touching the edges of the shield. He pulled up on it sharply, bruisingly into Eames' back. The brief burst of pain brought Eames over the edge without being touched, and Arthur's steady rhythm staggered with his own orgasm.
Manderkat: Arthur collapsed onto Eames' chest, pushing him back down onto the shield and pressing him delightfully hard into forming bruises. As Arthur recovered, Eames caught sight of the now open door of the TARDIS, it's movement freeing his bound hands. He set his arms over Arthur's head, keeping him close and keeping him inside.
Manderkat: Finally, Arthur pulled out, leaving a throbbing, comforting ache behind. He gently undid the knots in the scarf that had pulled tighter in the last minutes, rubbing the reddened places on Eames wrists where the soft material had dug into his skin. Leaning back, Arthur took Eames' hands and pulled him off the shield, letting him curl on his side on top of Arthur's discarded clothes as Arthur used Eames' shirt to clean them both.
Manderkat: Eames couldn't find it in himself to mourn the loss. He felt...quiet. Like the parts of his mind that never really stopped moving had finally shut down for a moment. He watched Arthur wipe off the shield and carefully put it back in its slot. Eames' eyes fell upon the white star of the shield. It was odd.
From the beginning, from the day Eames first read about Captain America and his invulnerable shield, his mind associated it with fear and protection and, in many ways, isolation. He had hidden himself away behind that shield. But now, the faint ache in his back just made him feel safe.
coulditbeJenG: looooooool LOVE
me: I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS
neednever: :')) manda
Manderkat: POST SCRIPT OF LULZ: Arthur felt his way down the clothes rack, looking for something he could wear without disturbing Eames. The selection was...odd. There was a leather jacket, a tan suit and tie, a tweed suit with a...was that a bowtie?
Manderkat: At the end, he found a lovely suit, well cut and dark. For some reason he associated it with Tony Stark - clearly 10 hours of comic books had worked its way into his subconscious. Tucked in behind the suit, his fingers encountered what felt like...scales? He pulled the hanger out and couldn't stop the grin. Blue latex with a pair of bright red boots sitting on the floor below the rack. Arthur looked at the skintight suit and cut his eyes back toward a slightly fuzzy-looking Eames. And Arthur began to plan.
Manderkat: LOL OKAY NO MORE.
the moral of the story here is the Manderkat needs to write more fic (or not!fic), Y/Y?
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