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[Fanfic] The Tokyo Job, Chapter 1
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Title: The Tokyo Job
Fandom: Inception/Naruto
Pairing: Eames/Arthur, Kakashi/Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Written For:avocado_love for the help_japan fundraiser
Summary: There's a corporate spy at Proclus Global. Saito calls in the best to hunt the leak.
The call came at an inopportune moment. Eames groaned as Arthur slipped out of the tub to answer it, lust blatant in his eyes as he watched Arthur towel off and step into the other room. He let his head fall back against the edge of the tub. It was rather excessively sized but it had provided an excellent alteration of his plans for the evening. He was flexible like that. He didn't really care where he fucked Arthur, only that it happened, preferably soon.
Hot water lapped against his chest, small waves left by Arthur's departure. It should be relaxing but he was beyond the point of relaxation at the moment. He turned his head to the side and stared at Arthur's reflection in the mirror. At least Arthur hadn't bothered to put on clothes. It was his only consolation. Snippets of conversation carried in through the open window. He paid partial attention, more interested in Arthur's sleek form than the words coming out of his mouth - a mouth which could have been put to better use. He heard enough to know that he was going to have to smooth talk the receptionist into refunding him the extra days he'd paid in advance.
Eames sent a quick thank you to the god of sex - he wasn't particular which one - when the call ended and Arthur returned to the bathroom. Arthur had that look on his face, the one that meant he'd already started to mentally check out, plotting a job that hadn't officially started yet. He set Eames's phone on the stack of towels next to the tub seconds before it started to ring.
Water sloshed against his chest as Arthur stepped back in. "Aren't you going to get that?"
"Not yet." He grabbed Arthur by the waist, pulling him the rest of the way down into the water. His lips covered Arthur's, cutting off whatever response Arthur was going to make. He kissed Arthur like a starving man presented with a top-cut steak. The phone kept ringing but he ignored it in favor of his tongue sliding inside Arthur's mouth.
Arthur pulled away with a gasp, his hands pressing against Eames's shoulders to keep them apart. "It's Saito. You need to take it."
His lips said one thing, his eyes said another. Eames shifted his hips, pushing up from the bottom of the tub at the same time as he pulled Arthur's hips down. They slid together like two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly. Arthur gasped and tightened his grip on Eames's shoulders. The ringing cut off.
"Fuck," Arthur gasped. Eames wasn't sure if that was from the phone or Eames's cock. He pretended it was the latter.
Water splashed perilously close to the edge of the tub as Eames started to roll his hips. Arthur's grip on his shoulders eased and he slowly melted against Eames. His head fell on Eames's shoulder, muffling the delicious little gasps he made every time Eames managed to push up just right.
The phone rang again. Eames grinned and reached over the side of the tub.
"Don't."
Eames ignored Arthur's protest and flipped the phone open. "Hello?"
Arthur punched him in the shoulder. Eames slammed his hips up hard, making Arthur bite his shoulder to muffle his groan and causing a small wave of water to crash over the lip of the tub.
"Good evening, Mister Eames. I have a business proposition for you."
Eames leaned back and pulled his knees up, forcing Arthur closer to him while also making it easier for him to thrust upward. He held Arthur in place with one hand. A wicked grin stretched across his face and he regretted that Arthur was too busy burying his face in Eames shoulder to see it.
"Fascinating. Tell me more."
*****
"They're not going to be any good."
Iruka's sigh carried across the conference room. Plates clattered as he pulled china from the cupboard. It was a bad sign that Iruka knew where the teacups were stored. They'd been here too much. Maybe they should ask for a retainer.
"You don't know that." A cloud of steam wafted upwards as Iruka poured two cups of tea. "They've both worked on some impressive jobs." Kakashi snorted. Iruka continued as if he hadn't. "They come highly recommended."
Kakashi tilted his chair back further and stared out the massive windows. At least the view was good from here. He could see Fuji rising in the distance, partially obscured by clouds. "They're foreigners."
"They're not our choice." Iruka crossed the room with two cups on small saucers. He set one down on the table and held the other over Kakashi. "Feet off the table."
Kakashi stared at him. Iruka shifted the saucer until it was directly over his lap. His wrist snapped in a quick, precise movement that made the teacup rattle. The hot liquid kissed the edge of the cup but didn't spill. Kakashi wisely swung his feet down and rolled his chair forward, putting the table between the teacup and his lap. Iruka set the saucer on the table in front of him and took a seat next to Kakashi.
The door opened, cutting off further protest. Their employer of the moment, Mr. Ando Saito, walked in, followed by two Caucasians - one in a suit, the other in a somewhat tacky polo. Kakashi gave the one in the suit a discrete but appreciative once over. If he didn't have Iruka, he might have been tempted. Judging from the sudden sharp look the polo guy gave him, his look hadn't been entirely discrete and the suit was off the market.
Pity. He was pretty sure he could have talked Iruka into a three way.
The foreigners sat opposite Kakashi and Iruka. The suit gave them polite nods, even murmured the appropriate greetings is nearly flawless Japanese. The other just glared. Kakashi glared right back.
"Thank you for joining me today," Saito said as he took his seat at the head of the table. A secretary walked in and set an unlabeled folder on the table in front of Saito. "I have a matter of great importance that requires each of your specific skills." She brought him a cup of tea and then left the room, closing the doors firmly behind her. "There is a leak in my company."
Kakashi raised an eyebrow. He'd overseen the training of most of Saito's security personnel. His firm had installed every single surveillance camera, every alarm system, everything. They'd run the background checks on every employee. The fact that there was a leak meant that they'd missed something. Suddenly this wasn't just a job anymore. This was personal.
Kakashi opened his mouth. Saito held his hand up before Kakashi had a chance to speak. "I understand your concerns, Hatake-san, but I have assembled this group for a reason." His gaze passed over the four of them. "To put it simply, you are the best. I will have nothing less."
Iruka's heel ground into Kakashi's foot and he shut his mouth. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and scowled.
Saito opened the folder. There were pictures inside, along with a thin sheaf of papers. "These are the three we suspect." He placed the photos in a line in front of him, facing away from him. "Uchiha Sasuke, internal security." Kakashi's eyebrow rose further. He'd trained that kid himself. It would be a shame for that talent to be wasted like this. "Haruno Sakura, research and development." Pretty pink haired girl. He recalled seeing her around. Iruka paled a little when her face appeared. "Uzumaki Naruto, product testing." Iruka's face went white. His hands curled into fists under the table. "You will enter their minds and extract what they know."
The man in the suit studied the faces with a clinical efficiency that Kakashi appreciated. "Who have they been selling secrets to?"
"Cobol Engineering." Both of the foreigners tensed. Kakashi guessed there was a story there. Kakashi didn't like it either. Cobol had a history of excessive force. Whoever their spy was, he was going to be well guarded which made extraction even more difficult.
Saito gathered up the photos and passed the folder to the man in the suit. "Mister Arthur Smith will be your point man. Mister Eames Ellison, your forger. Umino Iruka-san is your architect and Hatake Kakashi-san is your extractor. A chemist can be requisitioned if you require though I believe the standard compound should be sufficient." Saito stood and bowed slightly, barely more than a tilt of his head. "Umino-san has access to a discretionary fund should you require supplies. I'll leave you to your planning."
Silence fell over the room as Saito left. They stared at each other across the table.
Kakashi could already tell this was going to be an interesting job.
help_japan fic I owe avocado_love. There will be more to this, but I wanted to get something out there since it's been so long. (Sorry. -_-)Title: The Tokyo Job
Fandom: Inception/Naruto
Pairing: Eames/Arthur, Kakashi/Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Written For:
avocado_love for the help_japan fundraiserSummary: There's a corporate spy at Proclus Global. Saito calls in the best to hunt the leak.
The call came at an inopportune moment. Eames groaned as Arthur slipped out of the tub to answer it, lust blatant in his eyes as he watched Arthur towel off and step into the other room. He let his head fall back against the edge of the tub. It was rather excessively sized but it had provided an excellent alteration of his plans for the evening. He was flexible like that. He didn't really care where he fucked Arthur, only that it happened, preferably soon.
Hot water lapped against his chest, small waves left by Arthur's departure. It should be relaxing but he was beyond the point of relaxation at the moment. He turned his head to the side and stared at Arthur's reflection in the mirror. At least Arthur hadn't bothered to put on clothes. It was his only consolation. Snippets of conversation carried in through the open window. He paid partial attention, more interested in Arthur's sleek form than the words coming out of his mouth - a mouth which could have been put to better use. He heard enough to know that he was going to have to smooth talk the receptionist into refunding him the extra days he'd paid in advance.
Eames sent a quick thank you to the god of sex - he wasn't particular which one - when the call ended and Arthur returned to the bathroom. Arthur had that look on his face, the one that meant he'd already started to mentally check out, plotting a job that hadn't officially started yet. He set Eames's phone on the stack of towels next to the tub seconds before it started to ring.
Water sloshed against his chest as Arthur stepped back in. "Aren't you going to get that?"
"Not yet." He grabbed Arthur by the waist, pulling him the rest of the way down into the water. His lips covered Arthur's, cutting off whatever response Arthur was going to make. He kissed Arthur like a starving man presented with a top-cut steak. The phone kept ringing but he ignored it in favor of his tongue sliding inside Arthur's mouth.
Arthur pulled away with a gasp, his hands pressing against Eames's shoulders to keep them apart. "It's Saito. You need to take it."
His lips said one thing, his eyes said another. Eames shifted his hips, pushing up from the bottom of the tub at the same time as he pulled Arthur's hips down. They slid together like two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly. Arthur gasped and tightened his grip on Eames's shoulders. The ringing cut off.
"Fuck," Arthur gasped. Eames wasn't sure if that was from the phone or Eames's cock. He pretended it was the latter.
Water splashed perilously close to the edge of the tub as Eames started to roll his hips. Arthur's grip on his shoulders eased and he slowly melted against Eames. His head fell on Eames's shoulder, muffling the delicious little gasps he made every time Eames managed to push up just right.
The phone rang again. Eames grinned and reached over the side of the tub.
"Don't."
Eames ignored Arthur's protest and flipped the phone open. "Hello?"
Arthur punched him in the shoulder. Eames slammed his hips up hard, making Arthur bite his shoulder to muffle his groan and causing a small wave of water to crash over the lip of the tub.
"Good evening, Mister Eames. I have a business proposition for you."
Eames leaned back and pulled his knees up, forcing Arthur closer to him while also making it easier for him to thrust upward. He held Arthur in place with one hand. A wicked grin stretched across his face and he regretted that Arthur was too busy burying his face in Eames shoulder to see it.
"Fascinating. Tell me more."
"They're not going to be any good."
Iruka's sigh carried across the conference room. Plates clattered as he pulled china from the cupboard. It was a bad sign that Iruka knew where the teacups were stored. They'd been here too much. Maybe they should ask for a retainer.
"You don't know that." A cloud of steam wafted upwards as Iruka poured two cups of tea. "They've both worked on some impressive jobs." Kakashi snorted. Iruka continued as if he hadn't. "They come highly recommended."
Kakashi tilted his chair back further and stared out the massive windows. At least the view was good from here. He could see Fuji rising in the distance, partially obscured by clouds. "They're foreigners."
"They're not our choice." Iruka crossed the room with two cups on small saucers. He set one down on the table and held the other over Kakashi. "Feet off the table."
Kakashi stared at him. Iruka shifted the saucer until it was directly over his lap. His wrist snapped in a quick, precise movement that made the teacup rattle. The hot liquid kissed the edge of the cup but didn't spill. Kakashi wisely swung his feet down and rolled his chair forward, putting the table between the teacup and his lap. Iruka set the saucer on the table in front of him and took a seat next to Kakashi.
The door opened, cutting off further protest. Their employer of the moment, Mr. Ando Saito, walked in, followed by two Caucasians - one in a suit, the other in a somewhat tacky polo. Kakashi gave the one in the suit a discrete but appreciative once over. If he didn't have Iruka, he might have been tempted. Judging from the sudden sharp look the polo guy gave him, his look hadn't been entirely discrete and the suit was off the market.
Pity. He was pretty sure he could have talked Iruka into a three way.
The foreigners sat opposite Kakashi and Iruka. The suit gave them polite nods, even murmured the appropriate greetings is nearly flawless Japanese. The other just glared. Kakashi glared right back.
"Thank you for joining me today," Saito said as he took his seat at the head of the table. A secretary walked in and set an unlabeled folder on the table in front of Saito. "I have a matter of great importance that requires each of your specific skills." She brought him a cup of tea and then left the room, closing the doors firmly behind her. "There is a leak in my company."
Kakashi raised an eyebrow. He'd overseen the training of most of Saito's security personnel. His firm had installed every single surveillance camera, every alarm system, everything. They'd run the background checks on every employee. The fact that there was a leak meant that they'd missed something. Suddenly this wasn't just a job anymore. This was personal.
Kakashi opened his mouth. Saito held his hand up before Kakashi had a chance to speak. "I understand your concerns, Hatake-san, but I have assembled this group for a reason." His gaze passed over the four of them. "To put it simply, you are the best. I will have nothing less."
Iruka's heel ground into Kakashi's foot and he shut his mouth. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and scowled.
Saito opened the folder. There were pictures inside, along with a thin sheaf of papers. "These are the three we suspect." He placed the photos in a line in front of him, facing away from him. "Uchiha Sasuke, internal security." Kakashi's eyebrow rose further. He'd trained that kid himself. It would be a shame for that talent to be wasted like this. "Haruno Sakura, research and development." Pretty pink haired girl. He recalled seeing her around. Iruka paled a little when her face appeared. "Uzumaki Naruto, product testing." Iruka's face went white. His hands curled into fists under the table. "You will enter their minds and extract what they know."
The man in the suit studied the faces with a clinical efficiency that Kakashi appreciated. "Who have they been selling secrets to?"
"Cobol Engineering." Both of the foreigners tensed. Kakashi guessed there was a story there. Kakashi didn't like it either. Cobol had a history of excessive force. Whoever their spy was, he was going to be well guarded which made extraction even more difficult.
Saito gathered up the photos and passed the folder to the man in the suit. "Mister Arthur Smith will be your point man. Mister Eames Ellison, your forger. Umino Iruka-san is your architect and Hatake Kakashi-san is your extractor. A chemist can be requisitioned if you require though I believe the standard compound should be sufficient." Saito stood and bowed slightly, barely more than a tilt of his head. "Umino-san has access to a discretionary fund should you require supplies. I'll leave you to your planning."
Silence fell over the room as Saito left. They stared at each other across the table.
Kakashi could already tell this was going to be an interesting job.