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

You are welcome to participate with your Dreamwidth account, anonymously, or using Open ID.

All fills are welcome, but please use discretion and warn for anything that's potentially triggery. We want this fest to be safe and friendly for everyone. If you have any questions about this, please contact me or architect.

Now go forth and celebrate your favorite rare ships!

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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.