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Love You Much Better by andrealyn (PG-13)
Fandom: INCEPTION
Pairing: Arthur/Eames, Eames/everyone (non-explicit)
Length: ~ 4172 words
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andrealyn
Author Website: andrealyn's archive; Fic on AO3
Why this must be read: Both the original story and its sequel are entertaining takes on Yusuf's chemistry gone wrong. In the first story, something renders Eames absolutely irresistible to everyone around him. Yusuf, Ariadne, Saito and even Cobb are determined to have him, and even strangers on the street are becoming a problem. Arthur seems to be the only one immune to the "Eames effect;" well, along with Eames' mother and sister, but of course, Arthur's also found Eames irresistible for far longer than the effects of Yusuf's formula.
Just when the repercussions from the first experiment are resolved, the sequel picks up with Eames being de-aged to a 4-year-old. He's charming, adorable, and like a duckling seems to have imprinted on Arthur ... which isn't doing anything for Arthur's suddenly problematic (and desperately repressed) desire to get Eames into bed. Young Eames is priceless, as is Arthur's frustration, especially as Eames starts to grow up and develop a libido of his own--aimed squarely at Arthur. The story has that great, palpable tension as Arthur puts Eames' best interests over his own needs, even when he and Eames want the same thing.
When Ariadne joins them for their next research session, Arthur watches her almost obsessively as if waiting for signs that her brain is about to hemorrhage in Eames’ presence. So far, nothing’s gone awry. Ariadne is sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of a low table piecing together a maze and Eames is sprawled on the sofa reading information about the mark.
Maybe Yusuf was just a very strange anomaly. Maybe Yusuf had been playing around with his chemicals and one of them caused some kind of event in his brain that can’t be explained.
Arthur is almost ready to relax when suddenly Eames looks up and catches Ariadne’s eye, flashing the papers about. “Is this bloke really this enamored with the notion of oscillatory fans as kinetic energy?” he murmurs.
Suddenly, Ariadne seems very interested.
The mazes are swiped aside and she leans forward, palms sliding across the wooden table as she pushes up against the table, her spine curving as she gets onto her knees and stares at Eames.
“Say it again,” she demands.
“What?” Eames laughs and stares at her from around the margin of the page. “Kinetic? Oscillatory?”
Arthur feels like he’s bound to have a heart attack or maybe just a stroke. Either way, something is going to happen because he’s not sure he’s ever wanted to see Ariadne start clambering up a table on hands and knees to get closer to Eames, let alone breathing that hard. “Again, Eames,” she begs. “Say it again.”
“Kinetic,” Eames replies, looking confused and vaguely alarmed. “Oscill…” he pauses, wets his lower lip, and draws in a breath and even Arthur is starting to feel somewhat disturbed by the fact that his blood is waging a war on whether to rush to his cheeks or to his dick. “…atory? What’s so damn interesting about those ridiculous little words?” he asks and punctuates every last syllable in ‘ridiculous’ that it sends a bolt of desire through Arthur, let alone Ariadne – who is across the table now, climbing into Eames’ lap and Arthur feels like this is his moment to intrude.
“Again,” she murmurs, face already pressed to his neck, nuzzling and biting. “Don’t ever stop.”
It does cause Eames to yelp quite loudly. “Architect attack!” he cries out, even as Arthur pries Ariadne off of Eames, wrapping his arms tightly around her torso to bind her in. “Architect teeth on my neck! Is she going to bite me, Arthur, is she going to turn me into an architect? I don’t want to know that much about angles and I don’t want to drink ink to live!”
“I’ve got her, Eames! Now go away,” Arthur commands, not adding the before you cause any more trouble because that sort of thing is implicit in all words spoken in Eames’ direction. He does not eye Eames’ ass as he goes and the minute he’s out of the room, Ariadne calms in his arms and turns to look at him with one eyebrow cocked upwards in worry.
On LJ: Love You Much Better, and its sequel, The Proper Care & Feeding of Young Mr. Eames
On AO3: Love You Much Better, and its sequel, The Proper Care & Feeding of Young Mr. Eames
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Pairing: Arthur/Eames, Eames/everyone (non-explicit)
Length: ~ 4172 words
Author on LJ:
andrealynAuthor Website: andrealyn's archive; Fic on AO3
Why this must be read: Both the original story and its sequel are entertaining takes on Yusuf's chemistry gone wrong. In the first story, something renders Eames absolutely irresistible to everyone around him. Yusuf, Ariadne, Saito and even Cobb are determined to have him, and even strangers on the street are becoming a problem. Arthur seems to be the only one immune to the "Eames effect;" well, along with Eames' mother and sister, but of course, Arthur's also found Eames irresistible for far longer than the effects of Yusuf's formula.
Just when the repercussions from the first experiment are resolved, the sequel picks up with Eames being de-aged to a 4-year-old. He's charming, adorable, and like a duckling seems to have imprinted on Arthur ... which isn't doing anything for Arthur's suddenly problematic (and desperately repressed) desire to get Eames into bed. Young Eames is priceless, as is Arthur's frustration, especially as Eames starts to grow up and develop a libido of his own--aimed squarely at Arthur. The story has that great, palpable tension as Arthur puts Eames' best interests over his own needs, even when he and Eames want the same thing.
When Ariadne joins them for their next research session, Arthur watches her almost obsessively as if waiting for signs that her brain is about to hemorrhage in Eames’ presence. So far, nothing’s gone awry. Ariadne is sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of a low table piecing together a maze and Eames is sprawled on the sofa reading information about the mark.
Maybe Yusuf was just a very strange anomaly. Maybe Yusuf had been playing around with his chemicals and one of them caused some kind of event in his brain that can’t be explained.
Arthur is almost ready to relax when suddenly Eames looks up and catches Ariadne’s eye, flashing the papers about. “Is this bloke really this enamored with the notion of oscillatory fans as kinetic energy?” he murmurs.
Suddenly, Ariadne seems very interested.
The mazes are swiped aside and she leans forward, palms sliding across the wooden table as she pushes up against the table, her spine curving as she gets onto her knees and stares at Eames.
“Say it again,” she demands.
“What?” Eames laughs and stares at her from around the margin of the page. “Kinetic? Oscillatory?”
Arthur feels like he’s bound to have a heart attack or maybe just a stroke. Either way, something is going to happen because he’s not sure he’s ever wanted to see Ariadne start clambering up a table on hands and knees to get closer to Eames, let alone breathing that hard. “Again, Eames,” she begs. “Say it again.”
“Kinetic,” Eames replies, looking confused and vaguely alarmed. “Oscill…” he pauses, wets his lower lip, and draws in a breath and even Arthur is starting to feel somewhat disturbed by the fact that his blood is waging a war on whether to rush to his cheeks or to his dick. “…atory? What’s so damn interesting about those ridiculous little words?” he asks and punctuates every last syllable in ‘ridiculous’ that it sends a bolt of desire through Arthur, let alone Ariadne – who is across the table now, climbing into Eames’ lap and Arthur feels like this is his moment to intrude.
“Again,” she murmurs, face already pressed to his neck, nuzzling and biting. “Don’t ever stop.”
It does cause Eames to yelp quite loudly. “Architect attack!” he cries out, even as Arthur pries Ariadne off of Eames, wrapping his arms tightly around her torso to bind her in. “Architect teeth on my neck! Is she going to bite me, Arthur, is she going to turn me into an architect? I don’t want to know that much about angles and I don’t want to drink ink to live!”
“I’ve got her, Eames! Now go away,” Arthur commands, not adding the before you cause any more trouble because that sort of thing is implicit in all words spoken in Eames’ direction. He does not eye Eames’ ass as he goes and the minute he’s out of the room, Ariadne calms in his arms and turns to look at him with one eyebrow cocked upwards in worry.
On LJ: Love You Much Better, and its sequel, The Proper Care & Feeding of Young Mr. Eames
On AO3: Love You Much Better, and its sequel, The Proper Care & Feeding of Young Mr. Eames
It doesn't matter how old or new or (how popular) a story is, authors love feedback!