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Job: The Classic Switcharoo for ArtfulForger

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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"Some call it a curse, some call it a gift," Arthur remarked dryly, glancing over at him with a little smirk. He knew the teasing tone in Eames' voice when he heard it. That was one thing he was glad for, it never got dull with him. They still poked, teased, and bantered with one another despite all the changes. Now though, instead of the heat and bitterness, it was heat and flirtatious.

"Mm, well, you did come here yesterday asking for my recommendation and I did just set up an appointment for you with my tailor. So yes," he said with an amused look.

"Two guesses which one I call it, and you won't need the second," he teased, though it was an old joke between them, and he knew that. He just hoped Arthur knew as well. He suspected that smirk said the truth.

"Fine. I guess I did," he sighed, though he was just enjoying himself. There was always so much fun to be had in teasing Arthur. They had fun with that, and it was just part of who they were. "I guess my sexiness is in your hands."

Arthur very much knew a joke from Eames when he heard one and it didn't surprise him one bit. It wasn't as though he didn't toss them back at him every chance he got. "If we left it up to you, every job would end with a bang," he teased good-naturedly. Whether he meant literally or metaphorically was anyone's guess.

"If you play your cards right, I'm sure they have a pastel paisley tie waiting just for you," he sent him a teasing look.

"And every job would be fun," he pointed out, sounding entirely as if he was being reasonable and not sure why Arthur didn't understand that. "And loud," he added with a grin.

That made him perk up though a bit. "Just when I think you're not looking out for me, you go and do something sweet like that," he said, and he sounded as if he meant those words too and not teasing.

"And every job would end in disaster and with us black listed," Arthur said with a playful roll of his eyes. He gave a look over at Eames before chuckling and looking back at the blue prints in front of them.

"Sweet? Me?" Arthur did tease him then but became a bit more serious. "It's part of who you are," he said, looking at the forger again. While he may have words to say about Eames' wardrobe, he was not going to force the man to change it simply because they were... doing whatever this was. He may even have something paisley in his own wardrobe choices.

"So what's a few banned countries amongst thieves," he teased, winking at Arthur. Obviously he was not bothered by the countries he was banned from, and was willing to keep playing his games even if it meant being banned from even more.

"You are sweet. Tangy too," he teased, smirking at Arthur. "Knowing what I wear, and you encouraging it, that is not the same thing," he pointed out, and he knew that.

"You know what they say. A few banned countries turns into more banned countries and eventually we'd end up in some place uninhabitable," he said dryly but with an amused smirk. Arthur wasn't worried about any of the places he was banned from. There were only a few on the list and enough time had passed that he was sure he could get in and out before anyone was the wiser he was there.

"So... like sweet and sour sauce," he asks with a raised eyebrow, smirking in amusement. "I figure why not," he said with a little shrug before relaxing back in his chair. "Are you getting hungry?"

"Well, we can't let that happen. I do horribly in countries without a good supply of scotch and a lot of gambling for me to entertain myself with. So we'll have to keep ourselves clear at least on a few of the better countries. At least better based on what works for us," he said, believing that. Being banned from some countries wasn't a bad thing. From too many could indeed be problematic.

Eames laughed at that. "Yes, just like sweet and sour sauce," he teased. "Which I wasn't hungry before that statement, but I could be now." Maybe it was honestly hungry. Maybe it was a come on. Who knew? Though eventually it would come out.

"We'll start a list of places we actually like and where we will not get banned from," Arthur mused with a grin, honestly not thinking it was a bad decision at all. He rather liked a few countries in particular and would hate to get banned from them if it happened.

Arthur chuckled and gave him a teasing look. "You could be now? Because I'm starting to get peckish myself..." Though part of it was actual hunger, another part of it was craving Eames again. "I do think we're at a good stopping point for the morning. We could come back to it later..." He left it hanging open, wanting to see what Eames would say or would want.

"We can manage this," he said as if it wasn't that easy. "We can manage not to get banned. Can't we?" Grinning even as he asked it though, knowing technically they could but then there was always those unforeseen moment sand then who knew what might happen.

"Oh good, work's over," he said, definitely giving a cheeky grin at that moment. "Later is a good thing. Much better things now," he pointed out. "Hmmm, now what could they be," he said, even as he moved to pull Arthur towards him.

"With your track record," Arthur asked with a teasing little smirk.

He hummed thoughtfully as Eames pulled him closer toward him. He stood from his chair then proceeded to straddle the forger, sliding his hands over the man's chest. "Good question...," he said before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his mouth. He couldn't help the heat and pleasure that came from this man - the way his body and mouth and hands felt. Now that the dam had broken, he knew it would be harder when they did take a job to keep his hands off of him.

"Hey, there are plenty of countries I'm still allowed in. Mostly because they've never caught me. Hell, France proudly displays two of my paintings and I visit them often," he teased.

His hands slid around Eames' hips, groaning as he pulled him closer, tighter against him. Arthur said they were done for now, had shown they were off the clock. He wasn't letting go now. Not when he had the chance.

Arthur chuckled and gave him an amused look. "Good to know. I'll have to check those out next time i'm in France." He was very impressed by Eames' skills when it came to forging paintings. Not too many could get to that skill level to have them passed off as an original.

He groaned low as he was pressed tighter against Eames. This was exactly what he had been thinking of now they had the first couple of steps worked out for their job. Arthur rocked against him slowly, sliding his tongue teasingly over Eames' bottom lip. "Stay here or take this to someplace a little more comfortable...?" Not that he was picky by any means.

"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.

"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.

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.

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.

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