[cont] Rate that ASS meme

[bamf_pointman]

artfulforger: That depends. Are you asking about it before or after I claimed it?

bamf_pointman: [Gives him a little smirk.]

Lets go with both.

artfulforger: Before was a nine. Now is a why are you showing off what's mine?

bamf_pointman: 'Why are you showing off what's mine' is not a number, Mr. Eames.

[There was definitely a teasing tone to his voice as he considered the forger. Definitely giving him a hard time.]

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[artfulforger]

Eames laughed at that, shaking his head.

"Fine. Let's go with... six hundred and sixty-six," he said with a smirk. "Because it makes me want to do bad things."

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur chuckled and gave him an amused smirk. "Good - I hope that it would," he said before tilting his head this way and that. "You have an amazing ass too."

[artfulforger]

"Don't I," he asked, grinning. "All that hard work and exercise. Some just come by it naturally," he teased, giving Arthur a pointed look.

[bamf_pointman]

"Hard work and exercise is not the same as coming by it naturally," he teased, giving Eames an amused look. "Mine, on the other hand, comes naturally." He gave him a little wink.

[artfulforger]

"Does not. It comes from me working it as much as I want," he corrected, more than amused. He loved that there was still a bite to their words.

[bamf_pointman]

"Mostly," Arthur remarked with a smirk. Despite the relationship they had now, he was glad that some things, such as their everyday interactions in public, didn't change. They were still them and that was one thing that would never change if either of them had anything to say about it.

[artfulforger]

"Mostly? Mostly it's me?" He grinned then, leaning as if to look at his ass again. "I admit, it's one of the best I've ever seen, though I've seen my own."

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur smirked in amusement and raised his eyebrows when Eames leaned in to look at his ass again. "It better be," he said, promptly. "After all, it does see quite a bit of attention from you."

[artfulforger]

"Doesn't it though," he asked, sidling up to Arthur and sliding a hand around his waist. A moment after it slid down to cup his ass. "And it will for as long as I can."

[bamf_pointman]

A slow smile curled on Arthur's lips as he watched him move in closer. He made a soft humming noise in the back of his throat when Eames cupped his ass and stepped in closer to him in reaction. "For as long as we're both interested in it," he said, resting a hand on Eames' arm.

[artfulforger]

Everything these days was possessive in Eames' mind. How he was with Arthur when they weren't having to be professional. How he touched him. He was his and he wasn't about to hide that except when business required it.

"Oh wait, you think you get a say in this Darling," he asked, smirking at his own teasing.

[bamf_pointman]

So long as they were professional when the time warranted it, Arthur found himself more than okay with the relationship they had together. It wasn't just about how it made him feel either, Arthur was all too well aware of how nuts it made Eames as well and how much he loved it. He felt wanted, cared for and he was able to just let go when he was with Eames, trust that he'd take care of him.

"I know I do," he said with a smirk, looking at him. "Because we both know I can kick your ass if needed," he teased.

[artfulforger]

"Oh we do," he asked, frowning and looking utterly confused. "We think this, do we," he asked, emphasizing we every time he said it. "And why would we think this," he added, doing it again.

He leaned in, nose to nose with Arthur. "I might need you to prove that."

[bamf_pointman]

"Because we both know it's true, Mr. Eames," Arthur smirked, emphasizing the 'we' just as much as he did. He didn't resist the urge to roll his eyes with a laugh before lifting a hand up and cupping his cheek.

"Might," he asked with a teasing smirk. He was amused, if he were honest. As much as he was perhaps capable of taking on Eames, he also knew he wouldn't unless under dire circumstances.

[artfulforger]

"I have yet to see proof of this," he pointed out. "Without proof, why would I believe that," he asked. "Would you want me going around just believing anyone and anything?"

He could see where this was heading and just what could happen. That was part of the fun of it.

"Hey, you think you're big and bad enough, why wouldn't I want to see it?"

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur's eyebrows rose with an amused look. "And that time Kuala Lumpur where we had to make a hasty getaway after the building was surrounded," he asked. Oh, but he could see where this was heading and he wasn't at all against it, in the least.

Arthur leaned in and bit on Eames' bottom lip before sucking on it.

[artfulforger]

"Oh well if you're going to bring that into things, then I say you're just cheating," he said, laughing. "I thought we agreed to never mention that again?"

But then he realized he didn't mind much of what Arthur mentioned when there's that nip of sharp teeth and the taste of Arthur.

[bamf_pointman]

He pursed his lips together, trying hard not to laugh before giving it up and laughing. "Okay, I cheated. We did agree to never mention it, didn't we," he mused, looking at him. It hadn't been either of their best jobs, of that he was sure.

[artfulforger]

"As for that night, you kicking my arse was not a given. I was drunk. I was stoned, I think too. You were..." He grinned, remembering that night as best he could. "You were so angry with me though I don't remember why."

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur grinned, thinking about that night. "You came in not-quite-singing Brown Eyed Girl, drunk and stoned out of your mind and I just got a call that we had been made. All you wanted to do though before I could tell you was dance with me and I had to get you to sober up some how -- we were all out of cold water."

Instead of 'Brown Eyed Girl', Arthur could have sworn Eames had mumbled something more akin to 'Brown Eyed Boy' instead. But he kept those particulars to himself because he was undoubtedly sure that Eames didn't remember that part and he was also certain, at that certain point in time, that it couldn't have been about him.

[artfulforger]

"I was entirely singing Brown Eyed Girl. And well. I have a marvelous singing voice," he argued, laughing because he only remembered bits and pieces. "How was I supposed to know we were made?"

Amused, more than he should have been because of how bad it could have gone that night. "You still didn't have to kick my arse," he argued, grinning though as he remembered it.

[bamf_pointman]

"You have a marvelous something but doubt it's your singing voice," Arthur retorted with a laugh - remembering when he came into the warehouse that time singing 'Poker Face'. And even now, from time to time he heard Eames singing in the shower or around whatever hotel they may be sharing at that point in time.

Arthur shrugged a shoulder. "Maybe not but it did get the point across," he grinned, remembering that night.

[artfulforger]

"I'm hurt. Utterly broken," he sighed, working on looking hurt and put upon. "I have a marvelous everything, singing voice included," he teased, knowing his voice could be very sexy but not because of his singing. Not in the least. That didn't mean he was going to agree with Arthur.

"And if I wasn't drunk, you wouldn't have won," he said, chin lifting and nose in the air.

[bamf_pointman]

"Somehow I doubt that," Arthur said, watching him with an amused expression. "Voice on the other hand, that one I'll give you. Singing...," he trailed off with a smirk.

His eyebrows rose. "Oh? You think so," he asked, tilting his head a little to look at him. "We'll have to test that one day."

[artfulforger]

Eames sniffed, lifting his chin. "Be that way, Love. I see how you are," he muttered, trying to look upset. He wasn't. In the least.

"Oh yes, yes we will," he said, smirking.

[bamf_pointman]

He knew better. Knew much better than that to know that Eames wasn't nearly upset as he appeared to be. He'd seen how Eames looked at Cobb during the Fischer job. He'd seen Eames fight and storm off afterward. If Eames was upset -- he'd like to think he'd know. So, Arthur just hummed in amusement and watched him.

"But for now, I think there's other things we could be doing," he said, with a little smile. His tone a little fond.

So was thinking the wrong thread

[artfulforger]

If Eames was upset, he wouldn't show it. Not even to Arthur. Anger and other emotions were one thing, but pain made him feel weak and it was harder for him to show. He'd make jokes, or storm off, but he wouldn't show his pain.

"Oh? What could we be doing? Do share, Darling."

It's all good - it happens!

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur tilted his head with a little considering hum. "Each other," he asked with a smirk. "We don't have anywhere to go for a while, think we could spare some time, hm?"

[artfulforger]

"Let me think," he said, tapping the toe of one foot as he was considering it.
"I think we can find time," he said, nodding. "I think we can definitely find time for that."

[bamf_pointman]

"I would hope so. Might have been disappointed if we couldn't," he said. Keyword was 'might' since he knew, more than anyone, that there were times when they didn't have time for things like that.

[artfulforger]

"Oh well, I can't let you get disappointed, can I," he asked, looking stunned and worried. "However can we avoid that?"

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur chuckled and stepped in closer to him, slipping his arm around him. "I'm sure we can think if something," he said, looking at him. "What do you think?"

[artfulforger]

Both arms slid around Arthur, pulling him close. He kissed him. Soft and tender, enjoying the easiness that had come between them. “Hmmm, do it involve me adoring you, playing with you, kissing you once more? Oh, and abusing that arse?"

[bamf_pointman]

"I think kissing, playing and adoring are all in there. Abusing my arse on the other hand...," he allowed the statement to drift off as he gave a teasing smirk to Eames. "Not sure on that one." He wasn't completely serious and chances were they both undoubtedly knew that.

[artfulforger]

"Oh. I think you know just what you think about that," he pointed out, voice dropping to a low, teasing rumble. A definitely sensual sound to his words.

"Are you denying that?"

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur's lips curled up. He'd probably never admit it out loud but he loved it when Eames' voice dropped low and had that sensual timbre to it. He chuckled and gave him a little look. "Can't deny that one."

[artfulforger]

“I don’t hear you admitting it,” he noted, leaning in so his lips could brush Arthur’s. Nuzzling at his ear softly before whispering to him. “That’s okay though, Darling. I know how much you love your ass reddened, blistered with my touch.”

[bamf_pointman]

He exhaled a little breath as his hands clenched a little tighter around Eames in response to his words. Yeah, Arthur loved it. Loved the anticipation of Eames' hand, the words they shared between them in the heat of the moment (which normally resulted in Arthur begging his daddy to just fucking fuck him already and a bunch of pleases at the end) and loved the intimacy at the end.

"You only asked if I was denying it," he said after a moment, lifting his gaze to look at Eames with a little smirk. Intentionally giving him shit.

[artfulforger]

It was delicious playing like this, the wicked words and the teasing and knowing they can push and play and become closer from those games.

Like how he was teasing Arthur now. He knew his boy loved it, loved the things he did, and the way he hinted at them now that they had time to barely share small touches and soft words.

"Fine. Let me hear you say you like it."

[bamf_pointman]

"Well, now I don't know if I should or not," he said, with a smirk - giving him an almost playful look. Mostly, just to see what he would say. They both knew the truth of the matter. Both knew how much the both of them loved it. Loved the games they played together and what they got out of it in the end.

[artfulforger]

And Eames had a damn good idea on how to get the answer he waned. It was with a sharp, sudden slap to one ass cheek. "What was it I asked you to say," he asked, smirking. "Come on, Arthur. You want to say it."

[bamf_pointman]

That wasn't what Arthur had expected.

Though, he probably should have.

Most definitely should have.

Arthur took a sharp breath and stepped in closer to Eames in response, his hands clenching on Eames. "Asshole," he muttered with hardly any heat to his words and a little grin curling on his lips. Purposely dragging it out, perhaps seeing if Eames would do that again.

[artfulforger]

He didn't need to hear it. Not with the way Arthur reacted. He grinned though, loving that he had pushed the envelope and gotten away with it. He honestly hadn't been sure he would.

"Yeah, but you love it," he said, not minding to use that word in that context. Just so long as they didn't cross that line.

Being romantic with one another was one thing. As was all their intimacies. The L word was something else entirely, something they would have to be entirely careful about.

[bamf_pointman]

They were blessedly alone for a little while so he let Eames get away with it for the time being. Had they been anywhere else and Arthur may not have been so open about it.

"Maybe a little," he said with a little smirk of amusement. It would take a long time for either of them to use the 'L' word when it came to their feelings toward each other. It was entirely possible and yet something they would have to be cautious about when in their line of business.

[artfulforger]

That was the difference though. Eames would be careful, not take those chances and step over those lines. Teasing Arthur when it was only the two of them was one thing, risking exposing them and all they shred to someone else was something else entirely. He wouldn’t take that chance. Not for either of their sakes. Not for what they shared.

“I can live with a little,” he teased, moving in to nuzzle at the corner of his mouth.

[bamf_pointman]

"Good," he murmured teasingly before tilting his head and pressing a slow kiss to Eames' lips. He was becoming quickly addicted to his taste and the feel of their lips pressed together. Addicted was a strong word but when they hardly had time to really indulge in anything, he'd take what he could get.

Like kisses.

[artfulforger]

Kisses were something that was perfect to their life as it was. They could be stolen anywhere, quick and needy, or long and drawn out to show so much more than just lust in the pressing of their lips together.

No matter the kiss though, the taste of Arthur often left Eames groaning, biting back the sound even as he pulled the other man closer.

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur stepped in closer with a low sound escaping the back of his throat. He slid a hand to cup the side of Eames' neck as his tongue slipped out and licked at his bottom lip. He loved the taste of Eames and the press of their bodies close together. Arthur pulled back and looked at him, sliding his thumb over the line of his neck with a little hum.

Yeah, he liked that. Liked that a lot.