Inception Fandom Rare Ship Fest

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Hello Inception fandom! It's time to celebrate all those ships that don't get nearly enough love.

♥ Inception Fandom Rare Ship Fest ♥

For the purposes of this fest, a rare ship is defined as anything other than Arthur/Eames. All threesomes/moresomes involving Inception characters are also welcome.

PROMPTING: Prompts should be left as ship + scenario, one prompt per comment. Please list the ship in the subject line for easy navigation of the fest.

CREATING: Browse the prompts to see what inspires you, but feel free to create something for your favorite rare ship without waiting for a prompt. Multiple fills for a prompt are encouraged. The goal of this fest is to increase the number of rare ship fanworks across the fandom, so the more fills, the merrier :D

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Now go forth and celebrate your favorite rare ships!

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Fill (1/2)

[(Anonymous)]

(never written Saito/Arthur before, so let's see how it goes?)

While Arthur had never really had a knack for building in dreams, and thus was only an average architect, but if anything he did appreciate architecture and the beauty of a perfectly constructed building.

Clearly, Mr. Saito appreciated finely built places as well, since his penthouse was fit for a modern-day king. There were gorgeous wall-sized window panes, straight lines of the building leaving a perfect silhouette against the cliffside, the ocean lapping the shore hungrily. It was evening when Arthur arrived, bags in hand, two days early so that he could get a head start, but he stood out there, staring up at the house gleaming in the sunset for several minutes, just admiring the steps and the tiles and the paint. He'd never taken Saito for such a modern decorator.

He made his way up to the front door, after being buzzed through the iron and brick gate (sandy colored bricks that matched the scenery rather than the boring red bricks he'd gotten used to in New York), and knocked politely. It took a few minutes, but then Saito was opening the door, looking surprisingly more disheveled than usual. His hair was sticking up in places and damp from just being washed, and he was in a t-shirt and navy trousers.

"Mr. Arthur," he greeted, face in the typical curious grin. "You are early. How very expected of you."

Arthur nodded his hello, "Mr. Saito."

The man stepped aside and allowed Arthur in, watching him. "I hope that your travels were not too pressing upon you."

"No more than usual," Arthur replied lightly, settling his bags on Saito's black leather couch and looking out at the absolutely stunning sight of the water crashing against the rocks. "This place is beautiful."

"I must admit," Saito said, sidling up next to him, "that while this sight used to bring me peace, ever since the return from Limbo the ocean is a bit more... unsettling." Arthur looked at him, searching his expression for the troubled distance Cobb had been guilty of having, but Saito was just smirking, seemingly unaffected. Cool. Confident.

Arthur cleared his throat. "So. The job."

Saito nodded and led him to his office, one arm gesturing in the direction, the other hovering near his waist but not touching. "Yes, Mr. Arthur, it's not a terribly complicated job, but it has to do with some very important, very valuable people, and I always want my investments protected as Mr. Cobb has no doubt told you."

Arthur offered him a tight and controlled smile, the one he had secretly dubbed his 'business smile'. It was reserved specifically for his employers and for conversations with his father. Saito's smile was similar though with a hint of the devil underneath it. Arthur should have been bothered by it. He wasn't.

"Well, I appreciate that you trust my services enough to hire me to help protect said investments," Arthur said, sitting down before the computer to scan the documents Saito already had open (he really had seemed to expect Arthur).

"You are the best at what you do," Saito replied, steepling his fingers. It was still bizarre to see Saito dressed down so. He looked almost human.

"Other than that little hiccup on the Fischer job I haven't heard many complaints," Arthur mumbled, almost hesitantly. After all, Saito's trip to Limbo had taken place because of Arthur's failure to know of Fischer's militarized subconscious. He didn't really want to remind him of that fact and lose the (very well paying) job, but Arthur had never really been able to help himself when it came to admitting his failures. Sometimes he was too hard on himself.

"That small setback did not damage the final result," Saito shrugged, "and it seems to me that Mr. Cobb has a bad habit of putting the blame on others when he doesn't want to admit to fault. The job was risky to start with, but you and the rest of the team managed it just fine."

"You were quite helpful as well," Arthur replied, switching to the next document. This job was going to be easy. If it hadn't been for Saito, he would have found it far too boring to accept.

"I can turn up a surprise every now and then," Saito said. "Would you like coffee, Mr. Arthur? Or tea? I can prepare some dinner if you are hungry, though I did not expect you to be here so soon."

"The way these documents were opened and the way you've been looking at me, I'd say you did expect me, Mr. Saito. Mr. Eames has claimed that I don't have much of an imagination, so perhaps I'm predictable."

"Ah, Mr. Arthur, but I would wager that you have a few surprises hidden up your sleeves as well, correct?" His cold hand touches Arthur's shoulder, squeezes momentarily, and Arthur can't move. "I will put on some tea."

Arthur was left alone with the computer, and so Arthur forced himself to focus on it.

Within the next ten minutes, Arthur heard the teapot whistling from the kitchen and wandered out in search of his employer to explain his findings. Saito was pouring the tea when Arthur entered, and he handed him a cup. "It should be easy enough for you, the job I mean," Saito said coolly, as if he'd heard Arthur preparing his thoughts as he came in.

"Everything seems simple since inception," Arthur admitted with his business laugh. Saito leered at him, as if finding the laugh forced. It wasn't, but it was controlled, and Saito had seemed to catch on to that. He was impressively perceptive, which Arthur appreciated even more than architecture.

"Mr. Arthur, you are a very controlled person," he stated, sipping at his tea. "It makes me very curious."

For a split second Arthur feels very much like Alice talking to the Cheshire Cat. He makes a mental note to not read so much to Phillipa when visiting the Cobb household or at least not to go directly to a job from there.

"Curious?" Arthur asked, raising his eyebrows a fraction of an inch. "Curious about what, Mr. Saito?"

Cool as a tall glass of water, Saito responded, "Curious to know what removes that practiced control. Everybody has a way to... unwind."

Arthur made an effort not to spit his tea and felt it sting in his nose because of it. "O-oh?" he managed not to splutter too much.

"I can say that as a man who also keeps a lid on his control," Saito replied lightly, leaning against the counter.

Arthur found himself swallowing thickly, despite himself. Saito's eyes were black, like an abyss threatening to swallow Arthur whole. He should have been uncomfortable. He wasn't.

...because truth be told, the reason Arthur had taken the job was not the money (well, not just the money), but because he knew with Saito there, he'd find something of interest. Arthur was in the dreaming business simply for the excitement of it, the thrill, and there was something thrilling about even being under the same roof as Saito. He was calculating, mysterious, unreadable without effort. That had always been Arthur's favorite kind of person. As a pointman, Arthur liked hunting facts and figuring things out, sort of like a detective, and that enjoyment included people as well.

He still couldn't figure Saito out, and to this day he hadn't met anyone who could (and Cobb had been down below with him, living in his subconscious-- Saito's own constructed dreamscape).

"What do you do to unwind, Mr. Saito?" Arthur asked, voice as calm as a still pond.

"What does anyone do?" Saito offered. "Reading, exercising, sex..."

Arthur cleared his throat. A pebble tossed into his still pond. "Here I thought you were going to say something crazy."

"So, what do you do, Mr. Arthur?" Saito asked, Arthur's words glossing over him easily. "Since we're talking about it."

"Who said that I like to unwind?" Arthur replied, setting down the half-drunk tea. "Perhaps I like to be in control all the time?"

Saito straightened up, grinning. "I do not unwind by reading or by exercising or by sex, per say."

Arthur swallowed again, caught off guard by the admission, but he didn't say anything.

Saito took one step forward, shoving his hands casually into his pockets and, as if talking about the weather, explained, "What I do to unwind is watch others lose control."

Arthur squeezed the counter behind him until his knuckles are white just so his hands wouldn't tremble. Still, he said nothing.

Saito ventured another step forward, admiring the rafters and the high ceiling, never bothered by anything as he continued, "and I believe, Mr. Arthur, that you do like to let go of that carefully constructed control. I believe you fetishize the idea. Nothing is better than that, is it?"

Arthur swallowed a third time, and when his mouth parted open, he let out a slightly shaky breath.

He couldn't read Saito. Saito could read him like a book.

Arthur should have been alarmed.

He wasn't.

"Mr. Saito..." Arthur said hesitantly, trying to regain his business voice. This was getting weird, and Arthur was enjoying it too much.

"It's just a theory," Saito continued, "Forgive me if I'm mistaken. I just made an assumption based on how well put-together you always seem to be in public. You like to maintain your physique so none of your smooth lines are altered. That must get frustrating after a while though, doesn't it?"

"Mr. Saito, I feel like this conversation is getting a bit too personal..."

When had Saito gotten so close to him?

"I wasn't expecting you," Saito replied softly, eyes two black pits that Arthur couldn't stop staring into. "I was simply hoping you would arrive early. I may have arranged it so you could catch an early flight at a discount."

Arthur took in a slow breath. "Mr. Saito..."

Saito grinned that Cheshire Cat grin, and Arthur knew there was no way he was escaping this. He'd already fallen down the rabbit hole and any semblance of control he had on the situation was already slipping through his fingers.

"There's no need to fuss or fret," Saito assured him, hand planting itself against the counter, next to Arthur's, thumb just barely touching Arthur's pinky. "This isn't about relationships and it isn't about business. If you refuse, there will be no ill repercussions. I just thought that, as men with interests that... coincide with one another... it might be an interesting... experiment."

Fill (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

Arthur could feel his breath on his face but could see nothing but the black holes of his eyes. "It... might be..." was all Arthur could say.

That was all there was to it.

Saito tilted his head downward, tugging back Arthur's collar and biting down on the skin, and Arthur let out a choked whimper, knees nearly giving straight away. He pressed his tongue to the mark, soothing the sting and then took hold of Arthur's lapels, biting and sucking against the skin he revealed with each loosening button while simultaneously leading Arthur across the living room until they were pressed against the window. The cool glass was soothing on Arthur's already burning skin, and he was still wondering how Saito could so expertly maneuver him when he found his shirt being tugged off of him, followed by his trousers.

Saito stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Ah, yes, this, this is very nice," he said, nodding. "I do wonder how far I can take you."

Arthur was wondering that too, and he found himself desperately wanting to know, and his posture must have given it away because Saito had leaned into him again, scraping his teeth against his collarbone. When he finally kissed Arthur, there was nothing gentle about it. It was a violent slamming of teeth, and of tongue, and of a sound that Arthur made and was instantly swallowed.

Arthur hadn't expected Saito to be gentle by any means, but he'd never expected him to be so rough. He was not disappointed.

Saito flipped Arthur around so that his front was pressed against the glass, and for a moment Arthur thought the glass might melt around his fingertips because he was burning up so much. His cock was flushed red and leaking against the glass, and Arthur watched hazily as Saito's reflection carefully unbuttons and unzipped his trousers. Saito approached him and grabbed him by his carefully gelled hair, yanking his head back on his neck and shoving his fingers into his mouth. "Kindly wet these down for me, would you?" Saito asked, as if he had just asked a stewardess for a refill.

Arthur groaned around his fingers, tongue lapping hungrily at the digits until they were pulled away from him with a wet pop. Moments later, one, then two of the fingers were being shoved up inside of him, and Arthur rocked against them shamelessly. "Jesus Christ," he hissed, pressing his forehead to the window. His breath was coming out in harsh pants, fogging up the glass.

Saito was smiling in satisfaction, pressing another finger inside which caused Arthur to tremble, squeezing his eyes shut. When Arthur reached to wrap a hand around himself, Saito batted the hand away. "I intend to push you further, Mr. Arthur," he said hotly in his ear, and Arthur practically melted against the glass.

Saito removed his fingers and spit into his own hand, slicking himself up. "I won't lay claim to you by any means, Mr. Arthur," Saito assured him, "but like inception, I can't guarantee you'll find any other partner as interesting."

Arthur moaned.

"Say 'yes, Mr. Saito'."

"Yes, Mr. Saito..." Arthur groaned.

Saito slid inside slowly and froze halfway in, causing Arthur to whine.

"You're needier than I expected," Saito said, and bit down on Arthur's shoulder before trailing each tooth mark with the tip of his tongue. Arthur's head tilted back and then fell forward, thumping against the glass. Saito moved until he was flush with Arthur's backside. "Do you know if this is a private beach?" he asked Arthur, almost conversationally. "How do you know someone might not walk by and see us, see you, right here, right now, like this."

Arthur made a small gurgling sound. "Move... move... God..."

"Say, 'Please, Mr. Saito'," Saito commanded, voice taking on a hint of gruffness that might have suggested that perhaps his control was slipping a little too.

"Please, Mr. Saito..." Arthur breathed, pressing his cheek to the glass, eyelashes fluttering.

Saito rocked into and out of him with absolutely no gentleness. He was rough and yet precise, hitting Arthur's prostate with every thrust as if he'd known where it was immediately. If Saito was anything, he was efficient.

Arthur could always appreciate efficiency.

Of course, he was a bit too caught up appreciating other aspects of the moment to think much about efficiency at the moment.

"This is a good look for you," Saito grunted, slamming into him hard enough to cause Arthur to yelp. His toes were curling against the hardwood floor. "Wrecked. Debauched. Thoroughly at my mercy. I could make you say or do anything, couldn't I?"

"Yes, Mr. Saito," Arthur whimpered, fingertips shaking against the glass. He wasn't getting enough friction, and Arthur didn't know how much more he could take.

Thankfully, Saito was merciful, picking up his same frantic pace but this time wrapping a hand around Arthur's cock and tugging harshly.

"With your suits off and your hair falling in your eyes, you're quite pretty," Saito growled, his smile all teeth. "I wonder how you would look as a geisha. I wonder if you would dance for me."

Arthur let out a small sob, entire body trembling as his orgasm started creeping up on him. "Or perhaps even better," Saito continued, "an oiran. All the beauty of a geisha, but with the job of a prostitute."

Arthur's eyes rolled back in his head. Nothing was making sense anymore. Words were just garbled messes filtered through the ringing in his ears. Sensation was sparking across every nerve ending, and with a final thrust against his prostate and a final tug to his cock, Arthur came.

As he recovered, body returning to normalcy in fits and starts, he was vaguely aware of Saito groaning into his neck as he came as well, but all Arthur could really do for the moment was slump against the glass, skin slick and sticky with come and perspiration.

He exhaled slowly when Saito pulled out, feeling a bit empty without him inside (a feeling he never got used to). His knees buckled at last and the glass was the only thing keeping him from falling over completely.

He slowly managed to roll over so his back was pressed against the window, giving him room to properly breathe. He looked to his left at his own come sliding slow and thick down the pane, and then up at Saito who had pulled his trousers back up and looked almost as if nothing had happened.

Saito was watching Arthur though, marveling at him really. "You are a gorgeous thing. Red, swollen lips and collapsed amongst your clothes."

"Sorry about your window," Arthur said, voice rough. He lifted a leg, feeling Saito's come leaking out of him, and added, "and your floor."

"Easily cleaned up," Saito replied coolly. "Put yourself together now. Alice."

He walked away, hands tucked casually in his pockets, and Arthur got up, wondering if Saito was indeed psychic.

He turned around, pulling his underwear and pants back up, looking out at the sliver of sun on the water. He spotted a couple on the beach, staring up at the house, and while he was sure it was too dark now to make out the details, they most definitely had seen.

Arthur waved at them and pulled his shirt on.

He should have been disgusted with himself, but he wasn't.

All he knew was that this job had definitely been interesting.

Re: Fill (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

"I was simply hoping you would arrive early. I may have arranged it so you could catch an early flight at a discount."

You would, Saito. I love how Saito's manipulations are so matter of fact, and neither of them cares.