Arthur had always guessed that sex (and all its attendant goings on) with Eames would be good. He'd just never counted on it being so much fun.

It's possible Arthur's missed a clue or two over the last several years.

Eames is very good at pretending.

Eames asks Arthur to leave retirement post-film to fight a human trafficking ring. In the aftermath of their op, they get engaged and go on the talk-show circuit as a cover (as Arthur says: "You know what'll happen if we popped up in the media married. This is a big story right now in the States, you know that. We'd be untouchable by a gang of Ukrainian sex traffickers with CNN is sitting on the lawn.") and actually fall in love in the process, meanwhile avoiding assassins.

“I don't think the definition of 'easy' includes being shot at by Russians and getting cock-blocked by your best friends!” Arthur shouts.

This could be the beginning of something amazing ... if Dom and Mal will only stay out of Arthur's way. A story in which there are Russians, Arthur spends a lot of time in his underwear, and (sadly) no one gets laid.

"What would happen if I ran out of reasons to keep you coming back?"

It’s bad news from every corner of the world and Arthur wonders when it’s going to hit home. The dream-sharing community is struck by a disease they can't fight off and Arthur bides his time until the end.

arthur steals eames' dog.

"Are we still at the airport?"

Or the one that asks, do they really exist?

Exploring Arthur and Eames' backstory in the military where they each lead an elite unit in the dream-sharing trials. The Powers That Be would prefer to keep the participants in the dark, but Arthur and Eames find each other, fall in love, and change dream-sharing forever.

Arthur likes Eames; Eames likes Arthur, but does he like his secret admirer more? A story told through letters, emails, and action scenes, featuring theft, dreamcrime, snowglobes, and surprise dinosaurs.

Eames would gladly welcome comparisons to other dashing bearded men, but Eames rarely gets what he wants when it comes to Arthur.

The first time Arthur shoots Eames in the head at point blank range is when Eames falls in love. That’s the beginning. That’s the end. (Or: Tattoo!Arthur gone sideways.)

Arthur is a sub. He's in a shitty relationship or arrangement, scratching the itch without really getting what he needs/wants. Maybe the dom doesn't respect him, leaves or makes Arthur leave right after a scene, zero aftercare, clumsily trying to assert his dominance through brute force or violence alone--whatever it is, just generally showing a total lack of understanding of what a healthy, caring and mutually beneficial D/s relationship can and should be.

Arthur is unhappy with the situation, but he's resigned to it. Maybe he's never been in a healthy arrangement, maybe he's ashamed of his need to be dominated and thinks that this is his only option, or maybe he's just settling because he thinks this is the best he's going to get given the life he leads.

Eames figures out what's going on. It's frustrating--no, insulting--to think that someone like Arthur is signing himself over to this fucking amateur. He knows he can do better, and he sets out to prove that he can give Arthur what

Arthur and Eames are on the verge of giving up mind crime when Cobb convinces Arthur to be his point man on one last job — which rather inevitably goes wrong. Eames is pulled into the mess as Cobb’s simple heist spirals into an attempt on inception. It’s time to stop trespassing on the dreams of others; building a home takes two sets of hands.

Arthur has been captured while protecting Eames, Eames is distraught and makes some mistakes, and everyone deals with the fall out.

Dreamshare goes legal, Arthur goes corporate, Eames goes and (against his better judgement) falls in love.

How to steal a heart.

The thing about a secret is that it only ever stays a secret as long as only one person holds it. The thing about secret bolt-holes is that they are meant to never be found out. The thing about an entire circuit of bolt-holes around the world is that compromising one all too easily can mean compromising the others.

Arthur got that scar when his sister (mostly) accidentally pushed him out of their tree house when he was nine. He landed on his head, split his scalp, needed 20 stitches to close the wound.

Summary: Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And "Anthea", too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple. SHENANIGANS ENSUE. Sherlock/John pre-slash/slash.

It happens when a post-job drink becomes meeting one another shot for shot while trying to remain articulate and professional. This all goes swimmingly until Eames is halfway through another order and Arthur whispers in his ear, "I want you to lick your come off my chin."

Arthur can’t seem to make his schedule match up with Eames’, but that’s cool. It’s not like he misses him or anything

Eames watches Arthur get off while they're on different jobs. A story of Skype flirting and self-abuse.

he next time Cobb needs some spare time he employs a babysitter to babysit the babysitter babysitting the babysitter.

Basically the one where there is a lot of babysitting.

Arthur comes apart at the seams like any other human; the trick is that he is singularly skilled at hiding the evidence.

John is in love with Sherlock. He just isn't physically attracted to him. Fortunately, in Sherlock's mad world, that combination is ideal.

Eames seems to have stolen something from a gentleman with much more powerful associates than he’d anticipated, and out of all of his friends, he knows that Arthur (who, no matter what everyone thinks, is absolutely not retired) has the most comfortable sofa.

It’s not that he trusts Eames completely or anything that ridiculous. It’s just that they’ve worked together before, know each other more than peripherally, and it’s sometimes good to have a familiar face around while Cobb goes even more off the rails and off the grid.

Very sexy!

As the magic trickled from one brick to many, their relationship grew - in fits and starts, slowly... (Even as it was encumbered by snark, angry sex, and a madman who wanted them dead.)

Harry must bond with Snape to protect his life. Things are shaky at first, but heat up quickly between them. Also, the minister is a bad, bad man.

Eames (well, he isn't Eames yet, not to Arthur, but that's beside the point, isn't it?) is looking to try something new. Arthur gives him a taste.

Nobody ever goes sightseeing on a honeymoon. Or Arthur and Eames are on the run and pretending to be married. Includes explosions, BAMF-y-ness and snarky Arthur.

Eames awakes from a dream/experiment with ridiculously heightened senses. And the pheromones from Arthur are driving him crazy.
So lots of nosing, licking, inhaling against his skin etc."

What if...?" What if Snape did not escape at the end of Half-Blood Prince? What if Kingsley Shacklebolt caught him before he could Apparate away?

It was all going so well until Eames took a bullet in a bar fight, fired back, and promptly took another.

Eames needs definition; Arthur obliges. Writing on bodies, bondage, vague but good.

They're alone in the warehouse when Arthur snaps, irritable because Eames has sniped at him all day, "What the fuck's got into you?"

"I've been thinking about how you'll writhe once I've got you squared away on my cock where you belong," Eames answers casually, and Arthur's breath leaves him, falls away like it was never his own to begin with.

The world is coming to an end, or they're trapped in a dream—there's no other explanation as to why Arthur would be packing up to go home before everyone else.
Except reality's much crueller than Eames' brain imagines: Arthur's going to his cousin's wedding.
Oh, and Eames is his plus one.

Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to be used by you.

Eames vanishes for five days and comes back married. It takes twenty-five years for all the fractioned pieces to make sense in a bigger picture.

Arthur meets Eames at an Of Montreal concert while wearing skinny jeans and a Ted Leo pin. AUish.

Eames's freelancing terms are as follows: Will only accept jobs from Dom Cobb or jobs that come through Dom Cobb. Team maximum is four. Pay 100% upfront. Everyone must already be under before he'll hook in. He gets to back out at any time if he sees fit to do so.

"They were covertly videotaped having marathon sex. An hour long sex-tape is released by one of their enemies, revealing Arthur as a sub with a bondage kink.  Do their associates watch it? Of course they do! They just pretend like they haven't."

Arthur and Eames both play WoW. They kick ass at Warsong Gulch, and when they team up they’re nigh on unstoppable.

They don’t know they’re playing with each other.

The problem is that Arthur is still new to the business, and therefore far too suggestible. It pains him how easily Dom is able to talk him into things which any fool would be able to see are a bad idea.

On the day after he achieves inception, Arthur wakes up in his bedroom with a pounding hangover and his ex-boyfriend snoring into his ear.

Arthur fakes his death and goes deep underground. Eames, unknowing, mourns him and brings flowers to his grave. Arthur hears word of this unknown figure "haunting" his grave and goes to investigate.

Arthur has a lot of feelings, mostly about Eames' penis. Yusuf's accidental truth drug helpfully illuminates them.

Arthur is the third wheel in his own relationship.  Sequel is happy ending. 

 Collars aren't a very practical thing for career criminals to wear. Arthur makes do.

Intellectually, Eames understood that Arthur and injury were destined by fate to meet. His mistake had been in assuming that Arthur would suffer those injuries while at work.  

eames obsessively tracks a young adult series that may or may not be based on his life. 

Arthur likes to invent things. And grow mustaches. He's a man of many facets.

Eames loves Arthur. Arthur is terminally ill. Eames stays with him through all the treatments, supports him and cares for him through the nausea and the weight loss and the muscle atrophy, and, eventually, the doctors telling them it's no use. Eames takes care of Arthur at home until he has to take him to the hospital to die. <br />
Arthur goes in the spring. Eames buries him on a cool, crisp day. (On the first of March on the holiday, I thought I saw you breathing.)<br />
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Then Eames wakes up.

These moments, these secret meetings -- they’re borrowed, Eames knows this. He’ll take it if it means he gets to taste Arthur, to have him say Eames’s name like he can’t help it escaping him. He’ll take any scraped out time he can get just to feel Arthur’s hungry hands on his body.