Fic: The Death of a Thousand Gods-Put Together

The Death of a Thousand Gods-Put Together

Author: Aphrodite

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Disclaimer: Fiction based on fictional characters.

Rating: R

Fandom: Inception

Summary: Eames finds himself in trouble and calls Arthur just to talk.

The Death of a Thousand Gods-Put Together II

Arthur has never moved faster in his life- not even when a flying bullet is trailing behind him. Within seconds he's at Eames' side, cradling his head. It doesn't matter to him that his expensive tailor made suit is getting ruined by the pool of blood underneath his legs. God, there's so much blood that Arthur is starting to feel physically sick to the stomach.

"What...what happened?" Arthur stutters, looking up into the shattered sky light.

Eames tilts his head toward the corner of the building where a bloody corpse is leaning against the wall. "He was threatening you and I had to take him down."

"You know I can fight my own battles."

"I know, but if I can help it, you won't have to fight any battles, love."


"I had him, too. I shot him. He fell down. Only he took me with him. He landed on the ground and crawled toward his death over there and I fell onto this damn pole."

"Jesus Christ, Eames."

Arthur gently lowers Eames' head back to the ground. He slowly rises to his feet and examines the bloody pole. Arthur wraps his arms around the steel pole and pushes against it. Eames' blood curdling screams stops him abruptly.

"I know you're a badass in everything you do, but even you can't save the day this time, darling. Just let it be, Arthur."

Arthur is undeterred by Eames' resignation to death. He circles around Eames, trying desperately to find a way to save Eames. There's a large pole lodged into Eames' stomach. Who the fuck leaves a steel pole lying around in a warehouse where someone who's climbing up the roof can fall down and impale themselves on? If he pulls it out, Eames will inevitably bleed to death. There isn't room for a miracle to be had. When he realizes that there's no option, Arthur collapses onto the ground besides Eames- crying. Eames isn't completely sure but he swears this is the first time he's ever seen Arthur cry. One thing is for sure. This is the first time Arthur has shed tears for him. It's a bitter sweet moment, Eames thinks to himself.

Eames beckons Arthur forward. "Come here, love." Arthur carefully crawls toward Eames and gathers Eames' bloody hands in his. Eames strips his hand away and touches Arthur's pale face, brushing a strip of blood stain across Arthur's perfect and flawless face. "I didn't know you cared so much."

"Eames, you're fuckin' dying. Of course, I care."

"But to shed tears for me? Why, darling, I didn't know you had it in you."

"Eames. God! This is my fault."

"No, it isn't. You're never at fault. You can't help yourself if people fall in love with you."

"You're in love with me?"

"Have I not been obvious?"

"I just thought you"

"Oh, god, yes. I've been wanting to fuck you the moment I laid my eyes on you, but the truth is that I've fallen in love with you in my quest to get you into bed."

"I'm so sorry."

"What for?"

"For everything. For being a jerk towards you. For all the things I've said about your awful clothes, your dirty hair, your out of shape body, your-"

"Okay, I get it!" Eames yells, grabbing onto Arthur's silk tie to stop the point man from rambling on.

"Most of all, I'm sorry for getting you here," Arthur manages to whisper.

"It's not your fault."

"Yes, it is. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be lying here with a fuckin' pole lodged in your stomach and slowly dying. Damnit! Fuck!" Arthur pounds his knuckles repeatedly onto the concrete floor, drawing blood, until Eames covers his fist with his own bloody hand.

"It's not your fault, but if you insist on apologizing still," Eames begins to tell him. Truth be told, the thought has crossed his mind. Eames doesn't dare to ask, but hell, he's dying and yes, it's entirely Arthur's fault if he says so himself. "I can think of better ways for you to make amends," Eames whispers into Arthur's ear as his hand snakes between the point man's legs to grope him.

Arthur gulps and turns his head to face Eames. Eames tightens his fist around Arthur's balls and closes his eyes. He prepares himself for Arthur's flying fist. At least this way, he'll die quickly rather than slowly withering away. The reaction he gets floors him as Arthur leans in and kisses him. The kiss starts out rather chastely, but quickly evolves to a passionate one with Arthur's tongue swirling around Eames' mouth and massaging his tongue. When they part, Eames is left breathless and is panting. There is a noticeable tent in Eames' pants. Arthur is not amused.

"So fuckin' typical of you. You're dying, Eames, and all you think about is getting laid," Arthur chastises in between hitched breaths. Briefly on his hands and knees, which earns him a smile from Eames, Arthur positions himself over Eames' stretched body, straddling him. He hastily strips off his suit jacket and rips out his belt, tossing it across the concrete floor. When he grabs his waistcoast to tear it off, Eames grabs his wrist, stopping him.

"Jesus Christ, Arthur, slow down. I want to enjoy the show- savor the moment if you will."

"Unbelievable. Do you want to fuck before your last breath or do you want to watch me strip to `Non je ne regretted rien' in your mind and die before I reach the zipper to my pants?"

"Oh. Given the choices presented to me, carry on, dear."

Arthur can't help but roll his eyes. He returns to the task of stripping at hand. He grips his waistcoast and tears it open. A button bounces off his eye and Arthur gasps out loud. His eyes become fixated on the spinning buttons until they topple over onto the ground, lifeless.


"Oh, sorry. The realization dawned on me that I had just ruined my favorite suit."

"It was mine, too."

"I know. Oh, well. There will be others."

Arthur takes a deep breath to gather his strength and continues to rip off his clothes. After ridding of his crispy white dress shirt and kicking off his shoes, Arthur reaches for his pants with trembling fingers. He fingers the button. He looks up and with Eames' encouraging lips, he snaps off the button. He grips his zipper with his fingers and proceeds to unzip himself when Eames miraculously springs forward and slaps his hand away.

"Allow me, pet," Eames says, lowering the zipper to Arthur's pants further. He snakes his hand inside the slit of Arthur's boxer-briefs and strokes the length of Arthur's penis. Arthur gets hard in his grasp and moans out loud. "Looks like you're enjoying this as much as I am."

"Shut the fuck up, Eames!"

Arthur smacks Eames' hand and continues to strip what remains of his clothing. He shakes off his pants and literally rips off his boxer-briefs- ruined by the brief titillation of Eames' expert hands on his cock.

Now completely nude save for the argyle socks, Arthur leans forward to work on Eames' pants when Eames clears his throat, warranting his attention.

"Now what?"

"Can you run your fingers through your hair? I've always fancied the freshly fucked look of bed hair."

"You got to be kidding me!"

"No, pet. I'm dead serious. As in DEAD-"

"Okay, okay," Arthur quickly says.

He straightens himself up and runs his slender fingers through his hair. He shakes his head a few times and tosses his head back, allowing the dark wavy strands to fall back over his eyes.

"Perfect. You may carry on, dear."

Arthur shakes his head and rolls his eyes. He leans forward and with one quick movement, he manages to slide Eames' wool plaid pants past his hips and rips off his boxers.

"You sure you haven't done this before, love? Because that was smooooth as hell."

"Speak one more time and I'll have to gag you."

"Oh, please do."

"Never mind I said anything," Arthur says quickly, which makes Eames chuckle out loud.

Arthur's now completely naked, straddling a half naked Eames, but keeps his distance. His body doesn't quite touch Eames' naked half save for his inner thighs pressed against Eames' bare hips. He doesn't know what to do as he's never been intimate with a man before. To be honest, he's never been much of a leader in bed. All of his former lovers had all been much older than him and had guided him through all the positions and sensations in bed.

"Um...go on," Eames says finally after much time has been stalled.

"I don't know what to do from here."

"Jesus fuckin' Christ! Arthur, you're a virgin?!"

"No! Absolutely not!" Arthur retorts back offensively. "I've just never been with a man before."

"Darling, you're missing out. I just figured with the scores of women and men vying for your attention, that you'd sleep with some of them, including a few men here and there."

"Eames, I'm not a whore like you."

"Point taken."

" do it know?"

Suddenly Arthur sounds all but nine years old. He looks much younger than his age, too. Eames smiles affectionately at him, drawing circles on Arthur's right thigh to calm his nerves.

"Well, since neither of us have vaginas, one of us puts his cock in the other's asshole," Eames explains it to Arthur, to which Arthur nods. "So, now we have to decide who's going to be the one penetrating who."

"Does it hurt?"

"Initially first, yes-"

"Then you can fuck me," Arthur quickly volunteers, surprising Eames.

"Are you sure, love?"

"Yes. I've already hurt you enough."

"I'm dying, Arthur. I can't possible hurt anymore than this."

"Just shut up. I made up my mind. Now what's next? What do I do now?"

"Easy. Just imagine your first lover taking your cock in your mouth and do the same to me."

"My first lover was my music teacher," Arthur confesses. "I was fourteen," he adds after a brief pause.

"So you're not a whore, but the male equivalent of a young Lolita. Interesting," Eames muses. "Okay to start, just wrap your pretty lips around my cock and suck on it like an ice cold popsicle on a hot smoldering day in summer."

Arthur doesn't say anything. He simply goes to work on Eames' cock. He takes the entire length in his mouth and gives it a gentle suction. He licks the tip of Eames' cock and swirls his tongue around the length. After a few sloppy moments, Eames is hard in his mouth and is nearly gagging him. Arthur lets go of Eames' cock and springs back up to catch some air. When he looks back down and sees the size of Eames' cock- he estimates it to be approximately six inches in girth and fourteen inches in length, Arthur's eyes widen in shock and terror.

"Fuck, Eames, you're huge! I thought penises that big only exist in porn."

"That's what I've always been told."

"How do I even-"

Eames can't believe he's saying this, but before he can stop himself, he tells Arthur, "We can stop now if you want."

"It's okay," Arthur responds hastily. He, too, can't believe he's saying this. "I can take it."

"I won't lie to you, Arthur. It's going to hurt like hell, but I promise you, darling, that you will feel nothing but pleasure at the end."

Arthur nods. He repositions himself over Eames' monster dick and readies to impale himself when Eames stops him in mid-air.


"Now what?"

"In my coat pocket."

After another bickering moment, Arthur concedes to Eames and reaches inside his coat pocket to retrieve a tube of personal lubricant and a string of three condoms.

"Really, Eames?"

"Hey, don't judge me, love. I have to always be prepared."

"For what?"

"For moments like this."

"I suppose."

"Now roll the condom over my erected penis."

"I know to do that," Arthur tells him, rolling his eyes. Arthur rips open the condom package and rolls the condom over Eames' erection- careful not to touch him. He can't quite get the condom to cover Eames' entire length and before he knows it, the condom breaks.

"Jesus!" Arthur screams out of frustration. He flips the condom package to the other side and examines the package information. "Small. Eames, no way in hell you're a small. Now what?"

"I swear to you I'm clean, but we can stop if you want to."

"No, Eames. We're going to go through with this. You swear you're clean or when I die I'll go haunting your ass in the afterlife."

"I swear to God on my mother's grave that I'm clean."

"Now, where were we?"

"Squeeze an ample amount of lubricant on your hand and rub it all over my cock. Hell, use the entire thing. I don't have use for it anymore after tonight."

Arthur nods and begins to coat Eames' cock. Just the contact alone is starting to make Eames' moan out loud in ecstasy. Arthur quickly tosses the empty tube and prepares himself for the ultimate sacrifice.


Closing Notes: To read all my fics including this one and other Inception Slash stories, visit Aphrodite's Labyrinth. There you'll also find stories inspired by the sparkly boys of 'Nsync like the classic, "A Tale of Two of Boybands", first archived here a decade ago, and some stories inspired by my current muse, Jason Castro. For a complete collection of Jason Castro slash, vist my author's page at Castrofics.