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09 April 2011 @ 09:35 pm
Fic: whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling, Inception:Arthur/Eames, NC-17
Author: darkhavens
Title: whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling
Fandom: Pairing: Inception: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1200
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo or a grammar glitch, feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: **graphic violent imagery, psychopath!Eames, complicit!Arthur, character death (not A/E)**
Summary: **Eames gets bored while waiting to see if Ariadne survives the twelve hours (topside) in limbo that he's sentenced her to for kissing his Arthur.**
Previous chapters: Sequel to The Sky is Green
Notes: Written for npmexchange, for starfleet and her prompt, i carry your heart by ee cummings. (I was obviously in a very literal frame of mind when I wrote this.)

He knows he can't use Yusuf's expert touch for this; the man is much too curious and smart, too useful to waste on something of such inconsequence - too popular to go missing without questions being asked and investigations made. Eames hates to leave a trail more than he hates to leave a body.

Instead, he discreetly searches for a suitably amoral chemist of minor reputation and adequate skill. He settles for a Danish pharmacologist called Joren, a friend of a friend of an acquaintance of someone Eames has done business with before, under one of his more disreputable identities.

Joren informs Eames that the Rohypnol-based sedative will keep his 'associate' under for a minimum of twelve hours, as well as preventing the reliable formation of memories during that time. He brags about the people he's used it on, names dreamsharers Eames has worked with, some he even likes.

Afterwards, Eames decides it's highly unlikely that Joren had ever even met Arthur, much less abused him while he was under and unaware, but he can hardly dig the egotistical braggart back up and ask him.

- - -

The drug is supposed to last a minimum of twelve hours - an eternity of eternities in limbo - but Eames knows better than to assume that Ariadne won't survive, that she won't remember what he did and why - that she won't rush to tell Arthur and Cobb what a monster he really is.

Not that Arthur doesn't already know, that he hasn't already used that knowledge to his own advantage, and so deviously too.

And not that Cobb would care; not now he has his precious children back - those tiny corrupted fragments of Mal, mismatched and patchworked with his own contributions of nature and nurture, of habit and habituation.

He'll be too busy watching them grow - searching their every expression and mannerism for traces of the mother he'd incepted to death - to listen to Ariadne's accusations; to even accept her call, most likely.

Little James will probably grow up wondering why his tiny Gallic shrug brings tears to his papa's eyes, every time. Phillipa, if she's as sharp as Eames believes her to be, will learn to use her mother's dark eyes and seductive smile to bend her father to her will, and make him believe he's grateful for it.

- - -

Twelve hours, Eames thinks, partway through the second hour, can seem an eternity even when you're not in limbo. He's already picked and poked his way through the tiny apartment Ariadne shares with a fortuitously absent roommate.

He's found a ribbon-bound bundle of love letters, childlike and unimaginative in their attempted eroticism. He's found a bottle of pills from the local pharmacy, dated last month, that weren't prescribed to Ariadne or the absent roommate. Beneath a loose tile in the kitchen, he's found a dusty stash of 100 Franc notes and a baggie of weed that's probably older than he is.

Tucked behind the French romance novels on the bookshelves in the lounge, Eames finds half a bar of expensive Swiss chocolate. It's nothing more than a smear at the corner of his mouth when he finally circles back to Ariadne's room, to check that she's still out cold, dreaming an endless dream.

His boredom is reaching dangerous levels when he finally spies the book of American poetry, half-buried beneath a crooked stack of Architectural Digests. When he slides it out and flips it open, he sees a torn sheet of paper - from one of Arthur's moleskines, he thinks, and is not cheered by the thought.

The ragged page is covered by detailed notes in Arthur's precise penmanship - just one of the many lists of flaws to be perfected before Fischer's inception. Eames wonders why Ariadne bothers to preserve it - wonders if she might actually be interested in Arthur after all, despite her every word and action to the contrary - until he notices the tiny, pencilled 'call me if you need to talk about it', and Cobb's home number.

Curiosity has him reading the poems that bracket Cobb's largesse, and one of them gives him a most delightful idea.

- - -

He has to improvise, of course, with what he finds in the apartment. There's a ladylike cleaver that is soon honed to a fine edge beneath the skirl of his whetstone, as are the blades of the kitchen scissors and a vegetable knife.

Beneath the kitchen sink, he finds a heavy rubber mallet and a couple of paint-spattered chisels. He has no idea why they're there, but he's thankful for them. He's had to stamp his way through a sternum before; it was overly destructive and ultimately unfulfilling.

Clingfilm and zip-lock bags live in the kitchen drawers; a trio of water-tight lidded plastic boxes are nesting in the cupboard above the fridge; a half-empty bag of ice sits in the bottom of the freezer. Eames grabs a roll of paper towels to soak up the worst of the blood once the extraction's over and it's time to wrap Arthur's gift.

- - -

He didn't come prepared to be this messy, but he's careful with the prep and the clean-up - stripping before, showering afterwards and spraying bleach on every surface he's even looked at. Fingerprints haven't been a cause for concern since he was fourteen and discovered the amazing abrasive properties of pumice, but one can never be too careful.

He knows he can hide his presence for as long as it takes to get to Arthur. And once he's there... Arthur will appreciate the gift, Eames is certain, though he won't be able to keep it - incriminating evidence and all, not to mention the inevitable smell. But he'll accept Eames's tribute for what it is, and he'll see that any leads that might eventually point to Eames, under any guise, will disappear from databases and evidence rooms alike. He's good at that - misappropriation and misdirection, by whatever means necessary.

It amuses Eames to know that Arthur has used his connections to such effect before, for himself and for Eames, and for a useful acquaintance or two, but not for Cobb. Never for Cobb, who probably needed it the most - being outwardly innocent - but who believes Arthur should be infallible, inviolable, incorruptible.

There are none so blind as those who will not see...

- - -

It takes three days for Eames to track Arthur down. It's no time at all in Arthur-tracking terms, which means he's well aware that Eames is coming, following the delicate threads of his trail like spider silk to the center of his web.

It's no time at all, but it's time enough for the remains to be found; for the violent death to make the papers, make the rounds of the gossip mills, and make its way to Arthur's door.

When Arthur finally opens the door, he seems supremely unsurprised to see Eames standing on the other side. When Eames holds out his gift - wrapped in gloriously gaudy silver foil bedecked with hearts in a particularly violent shade of crimson - he rolls his eyes and gives a heavy, pained sigh, but there's a ghost of a dimple flirting with Eames from its niche at the corner of Arthur's mouth, and that's enough. For now.

"Invite me in, Arthur, dear. We have things to discuss, presents to open and kisses to explain."

Ebil Oneebilgatoloco on April 9th, 2011 10:07 pm (UTC)
Wow. This is incredibly dark. Good job ;)

Edited at 2011-04-09 10:07 pm (UTC)
darkhavens: incep a&e - a&edarkhavens on April 10th, 2011 02:06 am (UTC)
Thank you! :D
sugarhypequeensugarhypequeen on April 10th, 2011 12:30 am (UTC)
Deliciously creepy! <3
darkhavens: incep a&e - a&edarkhavens on April 10th, 2011 02:06 am (UTC)
Thank you! :D
we_reflamingos: THard - Freddie Jackson Takewe_reflamingos on April 10th, 2011 02:08 am (UTC)
Given the nature of canon, I'm always surprised there's not more psycho!fic in this fandom.
darkhavens: incep a&e - a&edarkhavens on April 10th, 2011 02:13 am (UTC)
Me too!

All that killing and violence and screwing with people's heads must have an effect on even the most even-natured person... not that even-natured people are the kind of people who would want to be screwing around with people's heads. *g*

I do love my boys to be... believably corruptible.
we_reflamingos: JGL - with Palmswe_reflamingos on April 10th, 2011 04:20 am (UTC)
It would certainly explain both Eames twitchyness and Arthur's Zen.

Just sayin'.
darkhavens: incep eames - icy hotdarkhavens on April 10th, 2011 04:51 am (UTC)
So very true. :D
Moving so fast there's no time for flail.red_daughter on April 10th, 2011 02:45 am (UTC)
Given that I'm a bit of a Dexter-dweeb, you can hardly fault me for wanting more ♥
darkhavens: dexter & miguel holding hands [literati]darkhavens on April 10th, 2011 02:53 am (UTC)
Hee! Thank you, from one Dexter dweeb to another.

I didn't expect to be expanding on the original story when I wrote it, but, I suppose, where there's a second part, there could also be a third. :D
purple_spock: Arthurpurple_spock on April 10th, 2011 04:13 am (UTC)
Such a great continuation on the last part. This is so dark, so very dark, but I love it any way. You did such a fantastic job of pulling this together, it all works so well. Wonderful work.
darkhavens: incep a&e - closerdarkhavens on April 10th, 2011 04:49 am (UTC)
Thanks! :D

I'm not usually quite so literal when I'm working from prompts, but 'i carry your heart' sent me straight back to the darkfic place and Eames was already there watching over Ariadne. What's a girl to do? *g*
clair3clair3 on April 10th, 2011 05:46 am (UTC)
this is just delicious!
darkhavens: incep tom hardy - fuck yesdarkhavens on April 10th, 2011 11:17 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :D
pingback_botpingback_bot on April 10th, 2011 06:23 am (UTC)
Inception News: April 9, 2011
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Hyacinth Girl: Arthur/Eameseustacia_vye28 on April 10th, 2011 07:17 pm (UTC)
Oh, wow. I got recced this and the first one today, and it is dark in such a deliciously disturbing way. I agree with the Dexter comments above. :)

Poor Ariadne. She never asked to be brought into this world, let alone into the madness of this particular variant of Eames and Arthur.
darkhavens: incep a&e - dream darling bluedarkhavens on April 10th, 2011 11:23 pm (UTC)
It's been recced? \o/ *glee!*

Thank you! I'm a huge Dexter fan, though I did start writing dark and twisted love stories years before it came out. (Buffy fandom was my first, so I come by the tendency naturally. *g*)

Ariadne really didn't ask for any of this, poor girl. She is but a pawn in the games being played by Arthur and Eames. :P
luka: marion; hair upstarfleet on April 10th, 2011 07:28 pm (UTC)
Oh my, thank you, so, so much for this! flksjdghsldkf. I have such a kink for dark!fics like this and this is truly more than I could've ever asked for. I liked the devotion that Eames felt for Arthur, in a really sick and twisted way I found it kind of sweet. Poor, poor Ariadne though!

But seriously, this was so, so nice. Thank you so much and I'm definitely going to rec this. ♥ :D
darkhavens: incep a&e - arty w gunsdarkhavens on April 10th, 2011 11:30 pm (UTC)
I am so glad you like it! Thank you!

I was worried it was going to be too dark, but as soon as I saw the prompt, I knew I was going to end up writing this.

The quote I used for the title - whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling - fit so well with my darkfic 'The Sky is Green', I just had to write a sequel, and the first line 'I carry your heart' jumped out as something that would catch this Eames's eye and his imagination. *g*

Thank you for the rec! *twirls with delight*
I am Derek's vocal eyebrows: sx; vamp [me]literati on April 16th, 2011 03:15 am (UTC)
Wow! That's a whole bucket of creepy right there.

Well done! ♥
darkhavens: incep a&e - targetdarkhavens on April 16th, 2011 03:18 am (UTC)
A whole bucket! Eames feels quite accomplished. :D

tabaqui: arthur&eamesbydeepbluesea3929tabaqui on April 16th, 2011 10:04 pm (UTC)
Whooooo hooooo!
*twirls you*
You know i luff this. :)

...he rolls his eyes and gives a heavy, pained sigh, but there's a ghost of a dimple flirting with Eames from its niche at the corner of Arthur's mouth, and that's enough. For now.

I love the dimple 'flirting'. I love that Arthur is perfect in Cobb's eyes, and his hidden, imperfect talents were never brought to bear on Cobb's particular problem.

I love and adore - ...those tiny corrupted fragments of Mal, mismatched and patchworked with his own contributions of nature and nurture, of habit and habituation.

Sheer, creeptastic perfection. I want....more! :)
darkhavens: incep a&e - kick flirt gifdarkhavens on August 6th, 2011 12:52 am (UTC)
Late reply is late! :D

Thank you, darlin'!

I need to poke this 'verse and see if more creepytastic Arthur/Eames falls out. Psycho boys in love are such fun!
tabaqui: arthur&eamesbydeepbluesea3929tabaqui on August 6th, 2011 02:46 pm (UTC)
Yeeessssssss, moooooar!
*twirls you*
Goes "Ding" When There's Stuffsuki_blue on April 26th, 2011 09:04 am (UTC)
How incredibly romantic!!! AWWWWWWWWWW!

Does that make me creepy?
Cearesceares on February 24th, 2012 09:39 am (UTC)
I'm in a bit of a dark mood and these are perfect fillers for that--nicely within the character margins and sharply edged.