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Jan. 24th, 2012 01:41 amArthur had been warned against working for Eames.
He was not only a crime lord with impressive influence - he was also considered something of a "monster" in terms of what he had done to people. Not just his "enemies" but even to his own people. To say he had a penchant for violence would be an understatement.
However, Arthur was wary to believe all of it. At least until he saw it himself.
He got his chance when he was just finishing up one job and Eames himself was right there in the lobby of his hotel waiting for him, commenting on how Arthur was a difficult man to find when he wanted to be.
The job being offered was relatively easy but only for an experienced hacker who knew what they were doing. The pay was worth for more than the job. Arthur couldn't really bring himself to turn it down.
The attraction, as far as Arthur was concerned, was immediate. The flirting was subtle at first and then became more overt the longer they were around each other, almost to the point of egging each other on (Arthur being a lot bolder than his "rank" in the crime world should allow him to be and Eames indulging him more often than not -- sending him very heated looks afterward as a result). For Arthur, the older man's huge build, his accent, voice and looks and even his smile - whether it be the cruel, mocking kind or the small, dangerous kind Arthur had been around him long enough to see both be directed at others - all factored into the attraction.
He hadn't acted on it, though. He had slept with a few other employers before (both male and female) but with Eames... He almost felt like he'd be "playing with fire" if he slept with this one.
So, when the job was more or less in its closing stages, Arthur got ready to go back to his hotel room across town like he did every night, prepared to come back tomorrow to the same abandoned boardroom they had been using for the last time.
Eames had stayed late this time, too, but was still in the other room on the phone from what Arthur could tell. So, the hacker continued to pack his things up, rolling his slim shoulders before tugging his jacket on.
He was not only a crime lord with impressive influence - he was also considered something of a "monster" in terms of what he had done to people. Not just his "enemies" but even to his own people. To say he had a penchant for violence would be an understatement.
However, Arthur was wary to believe all of it. At least until he saw it himself.
He got his chance when he was just finishing up one job and Eames himself was right there in the lobby of his hotel waiting for him, commenting on how Arthur was a difficult man to find when he wanted to be.
The job being offered was relatively easy but only for an experienced hacker who knew what they were doing. The pay was worth for more than the job. Arthur couldn't really bring himself to turn it down.
The attraction, as far as Arthur was concerned, was immediate. The flirting was subtle at first and then became more overt the longer they were around each other, almost to the point of egging each other on (Arthur being a lot bolder than his "rank" in the crime world should allow him to be and Eames indulging him more often than not -- sending him very heated looks afterward as a result). For Arthur, the older man's huge build, his accent, voice and looks and even his smile - whether it be the cruel, mocking kind or the small, dangerous kind Arthur had been around him long enough to see both be directed at others - all factored into the attraction.
He hadn't acted on it, though. He had slept with a few other employers before (both male and female) but with Eames... He almost felt like he'd be "playing with fire" if he slept with this one.
So, when the job was more or less in its closing stages, Arthur got ready to go back to his hotel room across town like he did every night, prepared to come back tomorrow to the same abandoned boardroom they had been using for the last time.
Eames had stayed late this time, too, but was still in the other room on the phone from what Arthur could tell. So, the hacker continued to pack his things up, rolling his slim shoulders before tugging his jacket on.
