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What: Military manuevers
When: After this.
Who: Arthur and Eames

Arthur took his time, leaving Eames to wait for him. Slipping off his shoes and socks, rolling up his shirt sleeves as he went into the other room and got the PASIV.

Slipping into the bedroom, he didn't look at Eames as he moved to the bed, setting it down on the foot of the bed.

"Get comfortable, Soldier."

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Eames had been sitting on the edge of the bed before Arthur appeared, trying to will his pulse back into shape, to make himself feel less like he was about to explode underneath his skin. It's taking a lot of effort not to reach for Arthur now, because like this he's not in uniform, not as carefully strapped away.

Shifting, he settles himself back against the sheets, shirt sleeve already rolled up, elbow crooked, because if he knows Arthur he knows the man will want to put him under himself, let Eames create the dream for him.

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Opening the case, Arthur carefully uncoiled the tubing, watching Eames as he opened a new needle and affixed it to the cuff. Repeating it with his own cuff, he came around to sit beside the other man, taking his hand.

"You create what you want. With the landscape, with me. Then I'll give you exactly what you want," he said, affixing Eames' cuff like he had so many times in the past.

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"You always do," Eames murmurs, watching Arthur sort them both out, press the plunger down so that he's the first to sleep.

Under, Eames wastes no time in starting to create the dream. He goes for something a little different this time, a mess hall that looks old fashioned in the way that means nobody's bothered to modernise it. It's decorated, low light and a band playing in the corner. There's a balcony off to one side, projections milling about.

Eames' uniform is still neat, but his shirt sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows, boots pressed against the metal of the railing. Eames is leaning against it, smoke billowing from the cigarette in his hands.

When Arthur arrives, his uniform will be immaculate, medals polished, clothing pressed, and the projections will smile at him politely, but mostly meander out of his way, offering him the dignity his rank clearly defines.

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Coming into the dream, this time he knew what to expect, what was expect from him. In truth, some part of him reveled in this. It was nothing he'd had in his life outside of dreams but here, in dreams, he enjoyed it. And not just for Eames' sake.

Moving through the others, Arthur's chin was raised and his shoulders straight. Chocolate brown eyes scan the crowd, taking in all the details. First the surroundings, then the projections. Only after all this does his gaze rise until he sees Eames.

No change in expression as his gait turns him to the stairs, moving up and to the balcony where the other man waits. Coming up behind him, he almost presses against him but not quite.

"Enjoy yourself, Soldier?"

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His shoes squeak as he turns, straightening himself out to his full height. There's the barest spark of warmth in Eames' eyes there, but there's no point breaking character and so he fires off a salute, quick and sharp.

"Yes Sir, of course."

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Fighting back a hint of a smile, Arthur returned the salute with a bit slower, though sharp movement even as he stepped back a step. His gaze slipped over the other man, taking his time. Then he did smile.

"Enjoying the view? Most would be watching the girls, but why do I suspect your gaze was anywhere but?"

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Eames cants his gaze downwards at that, every bit the man hiding something via ommission. He looks over to the floor beneath them and at the dancing couples.

"It's not really my thing."

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Arthur moved to one side, nearly brushing against Eames as he looked down over the railing. "What isn't, Soldier? Dancing? Relaxing and enjoying yourself?" He leaned in close, lips nearly brushing Eames' lip. "Or did you mean the girls?"

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He practically melts the minute Arthur's near to him, eyes glued to his face in a way that makes him look a lot younger than he ever really seems. Gaze flickering to Arthur's lips and then back to his eyes, Eames clears his throat a little.

"Is it that obvious?"

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It is a thing of beauty, the way Eames looks at him, those bright eyes mixed with his careful posture. Noting that look, the way he's watching him.

"Obvious that you could be down there enjoying yourself, doing what most are and slipping away for some private entertainment? My job to watch my troops and know, is it not?"

Every inch of Arthur ached to touch, to take, but there was a game to played, the intimacy given in the form of their roles played out.

"You're here though. Watching. Which of them has caught your eye, Soldier?"

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He's quiet for a moment, lips pressed together in thought as he tries to work out a fitting answer. It's very unlike the Eames of now, who just speaks his mind, this is careful.

"Nobody."

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Arthur's brow jerked up. "No one? No one at all has caught your eye?" He smiled then, a slow to come, wickedly dark smile. "Why don't I believe that, Soldier?"

He leaned in close once more, whispering as if afraid of being overheard by the projections in uniform. "Perhaps I should send you back to the barracks then. Or maybe come up with something for you here."

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Wetting his lips, Eames tips his head, fingers clenching at his side. Arthur's close enough that he can smell him, reach out and touch if he wants, but part of the game is that he can't, not in this role.

"Whatever you wish, Sir."

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Arthur was quiet. He moved to look over the rail once more before moving to stand before Eames again. Looking him over, slow and steady, considering everything about the man. He was exquisite like this. Utterly and perfectly exquisite.

"You'd be surprised at what I wish, Soldier."

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"I'm duty bound to follow orders, Sir."

There's the slightest quirk of a smile there, a little more youthful, like the cocky teen Eames would have been before signing up, all the crooked flash of teeth.

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Arthur's gaze dropped to the wall before moving back to Eames. "I put you down to give me twenty and no one would see you. I could get anything from you I wanted and no one would know, could stop me."

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Shivering slightly, Eames wets his lips, shifts his gaze into something nervous, "No sir, they couldn't."

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He smiled then but he didn't give him an order to get down and give him twenty. Instead he nodded. "Turn and face the wall. Hands on it."

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He doesn't even think about it, just swallows like he's nervous and turns sharply, the practised movement of any soldier. His hands plant against the wall, fingers twitching for a second. He remains silent though, waiting and ever obedient.

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Arthur looked him over from behind, slow, taking his time to enjoy the view. "I have to wonder," he began, voice low but crisp. "From this angle, with your broad shoulders, would anyone below be able to see me if I took you right here and now," he said, a bit of a growl on those last words.

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Letting his head drop forward, Eames has to take a moment to pull himself back in to his character which is saying something about Arthur's power over him, because usually he's flawless.

He swallows the hard lump in his throat, screwing his eyes up and exhaling slowly.

"I doubt they would, sir."

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Reaching around Eames, Arthur was glad that Eames couldn't see his face as he gave a tug on the other man's belt, loosing it but not releasing it. "And you want it, don't you, Soldier? Standing here, staring at your fellow soldiers, at me, and thinking about it, aren't you?"

Asked even as he undid the button fly, making sure things were just loose enough he could pull Eames' trousers down in the back. He growled. "Answer me!"

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"Yes," he replies in a slight sound, curling off into a groan that Eames tries to keep quiet, breathing irregular and lost in his throat, "Yes."

His fingers flex against the wall as he breathes but doesn't make any move to help Arthur, stays as still as he can, because he's been put there and it's only right that he stays.

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A hint of a smirk grew to a full smile as Arthur stepped back just enough to tug those trousers down a bit. Stepping back in, grinding himself to Eames' bare ass as he whispered in his ear.

"I don't think you can do this, Soldier. Can you stand so perfectly still, take it and not cry out like the needy bitch you obviously are?" His tongue brushed the curve of Eames' ear.

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There's a gasp from Eames, body going tight and tingling from the words alone. He has to bite down on his lip to stop himself from moaning loudly, from drawing attention to the pair of them. He exhales softly, keeping still for a moment before he finally answers.

"I'm trained to keep my head under pressure, Sir. If course I can."