The Death of a Thousand Gods 3: Put Together
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.
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The Death of a Thousand Gods-Put Together III**
Arthur closes his eyes and holds his breath. He positions himself above Eames' mile wide erection and upon the silent count to three, he mounts himself on Eames' cock. Instantaneously, Arthur screams out loud in pain. He's been shot before, but the pain of being ripped opened by Eames' massive cock is so much worse. His screams bounces off the steel walls of the abandoned warehouse. He suddenly feels pity for all the women he dry fucked in the past without preparation.
"Arthur, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Eames," Arthur hisses.
"Okay. Because we can stop if you want."
"I'm fine, Eames. I can take it," Arthur snaps at him.
Eames flinches momentarily and then relaxes, again. Arthur grabs a hold of the pole and slowly slides himself down while holding his breath. Inch by inch, he takes Eames' length until he's completely flushed against Eames.
"Wow." Eames breathes.
Arthur shakes his head slightly. Still wincing and closing his eyes, Arthur asks, "When does the pain end and the pleasure begins?"
"As soon as we start fucking and I start hitting your prostrate."
"How do we accomplish that?"
"Well, normally, I would be thrusting into you, but since I'm a little impaired by this thick pole lodged into me and all, I can't do much. Darling, you're going have to fuck yourself to bring us both to orgasm."
"Oh, God!"
"What is it, love?"
"I'm bleeding."
"I'm sorry. I told you it was going to be painful."
He's desperate to find a comfortable position and when he finds none, he throws his hands up in the air. "Arrgh!!! Fuck!!!" Arthur curses out loud and starts to ride the huge cock embedded deeply in him. He lifts himself up and slams back down. He swivels his hips from side to side. Arthur holds onto his own thighs, clawing at the muscled flesh, and rocks himself back and forth vigorously, searching desperately for a rhythm to take away his pain. He keeps screaming out, "Oh, God! Oh, God!" in vain. Finally, Eames has enough of hearing Arthur screaming out in pain. He gathers all of his strength and wills himself to lift his hips. He thrusts just once and Arthur screams his loudest yet.
"Oh, God!" He wails.
"Jesus, Arthur, are you okay, darling?"
Arthur looks up into the sparkly lit sky. His eyes roll to the back of his head. He releases an earth shattering scream into the night as his ass clenches tightly around Eames' pulsating erection. Time stands still as Arthur milks Eames' cock of his love seeds before unleashing a fury of his own. When the orgasm of cosmic proportions is over, Arthur collapses on top of Eames' chest, catching his breath. When his breathing finally subsides to a normal lull, he can finally hear Eames choking on his blood above him. The blood is gurgling out of Eames' mouth. The blood is spilling out of Eames' stomach in waves. Arthur scrambles toward the cell phone on the floor and quickly dials 911. He cries frantically for help into the phone and throws the phone onto the ground as soon as the dispatcher tells him she'll send out an ambulance.
"It's useless," Eames slurs. "I'm dying and there's nothing you or anyone can do about this."
"Shut the fuck up, Eames. How many times must I tell you to keep your mouth shut? I'm in charge here and I'm going to get you out of here alive."
"I wish it was that easy, love."
"Shut up! Shut up! Stop wasting your energy arguing with me," Arthur cries out loud, banging his fist onto the concrete floor, drawing fresh blood.
"Arthur, please," Eames begs. "Please come here."
Arthur continues to cry as he crawls back towards Eames. He leans into Eames' hand on his face, curling besides him. Satisfied, Eames continues, "I want to take a good look at your face. I want to remember your face forever so that one day when we're both in heaven I can find you, again."
"God, Eames, please don't die. I just had the most mind-blowing sex ever. Please don't let this be our first and last intimate moment together."
"I would trade all the money and possessions I've stolen in the world for more time, but alas, this is the end."
"I'm so sorry," Arthur reverts back to apologizing. "I'm so terribly sorry."
"No. Don't be." Eames whispers. He places his trembling fingers over Arthur's trembling lips. "You've given me the death of a thousands gods-put together, and at this moment I'm so happy I could die."
"Eames, I..."
"No more apologies. Just kiss me, darling."
Arthur nods his head and kisses him sweetly on the lips. There are no dueling tongues or any rough groping. It's just a gentle and sweet kiss to last a lifetime. When Arthur pulls away, he hears the sirens in the distance. He turns to look at Eames, who's quickly slipping away, but still manages to tell Arthur.
"I love you," he says, "now go on. You don't want the police and ambulance to arrive and see you here."
Arthur nods and struggles to pull his clothes back on. Between the endless tears blurring his vision and the searing pain in his ass, he's finding the simple task of getting dressed difficult. When he's finally dressed and presentable, again, he limps back toward Eames for one last kiss, but it's too late. Eames has just taken his last breath. Plastered on Eames' face is the widest and cheekiest grin Arthur has ever seen. He finds solace in the fact that Eames has died a happy man because of him.
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.