Job: The Classic Switcharoo for ArtfulForger

[bamf_pointman]

Sex with Eames was everything he had thought about and had imagined it to be and more.

Much, much more.

They didn't even touch the reason why Eames was in town or the forged painting laid out on the dining room table. Not until the second full day of Eames being there.

Then they got down to business.

Which is where they were at that moment, sitting around the dining room table close together with the bottle of wine opened up beside them. In front of them were blue prints, the invitation and all of the information they could get regarding the Met and this event that would be taking place.

Truth was? Arthur was fucking excited.

It had been at least a year or more since Arthur did something like aiding in a classic switch. Mind crime was one thing. This? This was different.

They had to time this just right in order for it to work successfully.

With both of them on it? He had no doubt that they would succeed.

Arthur took a moment to pour himself a drink then glanced at Eames with a little smile. "I'm glad you called me for this job," he said. "Not just because I get to help you pick out a suit but... because it's been a while since I've had my hand in something like this. It's refreshing."

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[artfulforger]

"How about this. If you figure them out, and I'll even tell you what museums they're in, then I'll have a prize for you. Okay? Fair enough?" Because the idea of Arthur ferreting him out excites him. He loves the idea that Arthur can know him that well, and he has no doubt that Arthur would do it either. That he could find the paintings.

"You always ask things like that and it's hard to say. I kind of like both options," he teased, nipping at Arthur's lower lip teasingly.

[bamf_pointman]

"What kind of prize," he asked with a teasing look. "I already have an Eames it appears." You could bet that Arthur would indeed take this challenge and find which paintings were Eames' and which were originals. One day he would just send a text with a name of a painting, an artist and the location to Eames to see if it was the correct one. It was exciting!

Arthur chuckled before kissing him deeply, a hand cupping Eames' jaw, making no move to get up from Eames' lap and moving them else where. No, they were fine right where they were for now.

[artfulforger]

Eames fall silent a moment, considering that. He gets very serious in that moment, because it hits him just what is the right prize.

"Vermeer's original for The Concert. Not that I would have a ten million dollar painting that was part a five hundred mill art heist but that's my offer," he says, knowing just what he's admitting, which is part of it. Being open and honest with Arthur in ways he has with no one else. "Identify the two in France, and it is yours."

Murmuring the last into the kiss, knowing he is pushing extra buttons now, but that's what Arthur does to him so it's only fair.

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur blinked once then twice as it dawned on him the exact painting Eames was referring to. "No, never," Arthur mused with a slow smile. Fuck. "It's a deal, Mr. Eames," he said, looking at him as he cupped the back of his neck and pressed another deep kiss to the forger's lips with a low groan.

He'd forgotten how much he had enjoyed talking about good old fashioned theft and heists. It was what had begun his descent into the criminal world along with his parents. "Looks like I'm heading to France in the near future," he murmured with a smile.

It was a challenge that he was absolutely looking forward to. Though, he would admit, Eames was fucking brilliant if he had been able to pass his paintings off as originals for as long as he had.