The minute I awoke from the dream after being killed I tore out the IV and wires connecting me to the PASIV machine angrily and was hurling myself at him. I didn't take one second to absorb my surroundings or who else was connected to the dream. I didn't care. All I could see was red.

"You bloody bastard."

He was sitting in a chair next to the bed I was on, undoing his own IV. I saw him give me a look of surprise before I flipped over his chair sending him backwards.

"How do YOU like it you asshole?"

I faintly realized that there were other people in the room with us; I felt movement behind me. I quickly glanced over my shoulder. There were a few men behind me- other extractors, strangers. The ones that were playing the kidnappers I assumed.

I was shaking in anger and embarrassment by then. I was advancing on Arthur ready to do something else to him-I wasn't sure what. I was held back by two of the strangers before I could get to him.

Arthur was up, dusting himself off much like in the dream. He smoothed back his tousled hair. He looked hurt, remorseful.

"I'm sorry. I had to be sure."

I was having none of that.

"Fuck you."

I rudely shook off the arms that were holding me back, did an about face and was charging towards the door. I realized as I finally took in my surrounding it was my hotel room. They had set up everything between the bedroom and the living area as I slept, fucking bastards. How dare he do this to me! Yes I had followed him, observed him but my intentions were pure. He had no right to invade my dreams and then try to extract information out of me. He made me confess my feelings! I couldn't even begin to process how he found out that I was following him, observing him. But he was Arthur; he was the great point man. He planned things and researched things all the time. I wondered how long he knew.

"Wait! Eames, hold on!"

I tore open the door and practically ran out of the hotel room like a scared and angry child. I decided to not wait and take the lift. I charged down the hallway to the stairs.

I was the definition of anger. Angry at him, his accomplices, at myself, at missing my flight (oh, right that was part of the dream, never mind) at this god damn noisy city and even our nonconventional line of work. I slowed down and stopped, reached for my totem in my jacket pocket, feeling slightly confused.

Arthur was at my side then, interrupting me, touching my arm gently, huffing and puffing for breath just like I was. He was alone; he left his entourage in the suite.

"Eames, please hold up. I want to explain."

I gave him my iciest death look and shook off his touch. I wondered faintly who would win in a hand to hand combat. I was a taller and weighed more but he was more agile and quicker. Strength wise we probably were equal. We both were muscular, kept ourselves in tip top shape, we were trained soldiers, and we had to be for our line of work. It would be a very close match. I wanted to shove him away and make a break for the stairwell. The door was about a dozen feet away.

But his damn dark eyes were pleading with me much like in the dream. Why wasn't I hurling punches at him? Why wasn't I cussing him out? I suddenly felt very tired and I still felt confused and hung over. He looked it too, he just hid it better. He always did. I realized then he was just as scared of me as I was of him, that's why he went through the trouble of extraction-he had to make sure what my intentions were just like he said.

I shook my head out of disbelief. We both were scared, pathetic fools. We were a disaster. It would never work.

"There's nothing to explain, mate. It was all a huge mistake, a misunderstanding. That's all. Now leave me be."

He suddenly hit me over the head suddenly before I could react.

"Shut up." And he was reaching for me and kissing me hungrily, again before I could react.

I didn't know if I wanted to hit him back or kiss him harder.

My confusion, anger and desire all rolled into one but the moment was totally lost to his touch and his hot mouth on mine. Everything seemed to slow down and dissolve away. We weren't in a hotel hallway anymore. We were just two people on a different plain than everyone else. My anger towards him turned to deep lust and I was instantly hard. He probably could have disgraced me and my whole entire family completely in front of the whole world but I still would accept him, fuck him, and love him.

He was exploring my mouth deeply now and I felt powerless to let him do it. One of his hands was on the back of my neck, the other was tenderly on the small of my back, clutching me close, exploring me. I clutched him tighter to me, closer still, deepening our kiss, desperately wanting him closer. I felt in our closeness that he was hard as well which in turn made me harder if that was possible.

He was backing me against a wall now, pressing up against me hard and disengaged our lip lock with a breath. I felt instantly cut off. I moved in to kiss him again, desperately wanting more but he evaded me, turning his head away slightly. He gave me The Look and nudged my nose affectionately, a sweet smile playing on his lips. He then moved to my ear while he was loosening my tie. "Let me do this for you, to apologize." I shivered at his cool breath. Before I could open my mouth to protest-to tell him in a rush that I had to apologize, all anger evaporated, he put a cool finger on my lips stopping me, looking at me gently like he knew what I wanted to say, and shaking his head. "No, darling. No apologies now. We both did wrong. Let me take control. I want to pleasure you," pure, raw emotion dripping from his words. Upon hearing the use of the pet name for him used on me I shivered all over from pleasure. I felt stunned, exposed, and completely powerless again. Daniel Eames was not one to take the backseat, to be controlled in the bedroom department. He was busy undoing my tie now. I wanted him to look at me, to give me The Look again. I realized I didn't want any other man to look at me ever again. I only wanted him. I thought in the back of my lustful mind that he should know this.

I touched his small, strong hand gently as he worked my tie off and was beginning to unbutton my shirt.

"Arthur," I moaned huskily.

"Shut up," he quickly snapped, interrupting me. He pulled at my collar and his mouth was crushing mine once again, devouring me, his hand working through my hair and scalp, making me melt further. I was exploring his muscular back, making my way slowly down to his sweet, tight ass that I loved so much and was dying to feel. He moaned in the back of his throat when my hand made it there and squeezed. I felt him stiffen. I just about blew a wad and died. As much as he wanted to take control and pleasure me I was living just to pleasure him-my last and only lover. This is going to be a struggle, just like everything else between us.

We were squirming against each other, struggling now for control, tearing clothes, grabbing at everything at a ferocious speed. The struggle only fueled our passion and desire though and before I knew what was happening he was leading me, backing me inside a hotel room. He must have gotten a room here too. Was this all part of his plan? I was almost not surprised. We were kissing and clinging to each other desperately. I was moving to undo his vest when he pushed me onto the bed. I hadn't realized I was so close to the edge of it.

I took him in fully for the first time in a while. He was beautiful even when he wasn't trying to be perfect. He was a total mess. He was struggling for breath, sweat glistening off his brow, his hair was mussed, his lips swollen, and his clothes were un-tucked and askew. He was hard as a rock, muscles trembling and he was throwing me smoldering looks. I never wanted anyone more in my entire life.

"You're the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen. You're also completely wrong for me on so many levels." I gave him my own patented smoldering look, the kind only educated, debonair British men can really give.

I was propped up on my elbows lifting myself up to grab at him when he rushed me quickly, hovering over me on top of the bed, giving me new sexy degrees of The Look. He pushed my legs farther apart with his own, sending ripples of hot pleasure throughout my whole body. He pushed them apart so that he was lying in between my open legs. His smaller, muscular body on top of mine was pure heaven. The weight of him wasn't much at all and it felt marvelous. I wanted to wrap my larger legs around him and flip him so I was on top. I was faintly aware that he pinned one my arms down to the bed as I was busy fanaticizing. He was stroking at my face, my beard with his other hand.

"I know but if you don't fuck me right now I will kill you."

No man had ever talked dirty to me like that before. I was stunned again. I almost blushed.

"Oh," I said with shock and pleasure. I really had no idea what else to say.

"Well," he stole a kiss. He moved to my ear again, pressing deeper into my body. "I'm actually going to fuck YOUR brains out and you're going to love it." He looked at me devilishly then and winked.

I realized through the fog of lust, our close bodies and desire that I would have to let this man have control, at least partially for tonight-our first time. I had to let go. I had to see what he could do. And boy-he certainly knew what he was doing so far.

So with one of my arms still pinned he nibbled on my bottom lip and unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way, he only released my arm so that he could run his hands down my chest. I couldn't help it-I released a pent up moan from the back of my throat. I had dreamed about him doing that from day one. He carefully released me of my shirt completely and he allowed me to sit up. He was kneeling on the bed facing me; I was losing myself in those dark eyes. It took all my willpower not to overpower him and wrestle him to the bed, pinning him down and smothering him in hot kisses. I knew I could do it since I outweighed him. I started to unbutton his vest when he pressed his forehead to mine, eyes closed, breath rapid, hands on my hips in the sweetest, heartbreakingly, passionate gesture that only lovers can really express. With our foreheads still touching he allowed me to shed him of his perfectly tailored vest. Then I moved to unbutton his shirt, purposely slowly and I felt him squirm and writhe with pleasure, his harsh breathing increased and he squeezed at my hips.

"Eames," he said lowly, huskily under his breath, a needing and pleading kind of way to say one's name.

I pulled him fiercely to me when I heard my name called dipped in pleasure. He was still kneeling in between my legs. I wrapped him up in my big arms and was kissing him passionately. I was aware that he was letting me take control.

Huh, a voice in the back of my head said. Maybe we can share the control, the power if that's possible? Maybe that's how normal relationships work?

I had one hand on the back of his pretty little head, the other on his back-mimicking what he was doing to me earlier in the hall.

After a moment I pushed him back into the pillows of the massive bed, towards the headboard, hovering over him this time. He was being doe eyed, complacent; letting me touch him, explore him. His hands were all over my bare back and he was moving to my pants when I stopped him.

"Not yet, luv," I whispered.

He threw me a passionate smirk, one that said: "Then go on, it's your turn to pleasure me right now but don't forget who has the real control."

I was exploring his mouth slowly this time, taking my time to feel the length of his tongue, the roof of his mouth, his perfect lips. His hands had moved to my ass which I knew was payback for earlier. He had moved between my pants and boxers and was touching my bare ass now. It took all my concentration to feel for the last buttons of his dress shirt and not cry out in pleasure. I did release some moans though which quickened our kisses. His damn dress shirt was finally off. He was still caressing my bare ass. Well, I was going to have to counter attack. If he was like any other person I was with-I knew the sweet spot or so I hoped. I bent his head to the side though he playfully resisted, he knew what was coming. I kissed and sucked at the side of his neck, where shoulder and neck met-hoping he would get big hickies, the asshole. He instantly reacted-writing with pleasure, clawing at my back and throwing nasty things my way under his breath saying: "Fuck you, stop it. Oh God, that feels good Eames. Oh God, fuck you. Oh, right there!"

He was putty in my hands.

Jackpot.

I moved to his bony collarbone and the curve of his shoulder, leaving behind a trail of hot kisses.

And his chest. I could get lost in it. He was very pale and smooth compared to my tanner, hairier and more chiseled physique. I loved it. I loved how different he felt. He was absolutely beautiful. I mumbled as such as I continued to kiss and suck my way to his pecs. He was writhing under my body continuing to say: "Oh God Eames, yes." I ran my hands all over him, rubbing my face on his chest. I didn't care if it looked silly-I just wanted to feel him, to never forget the feeling of his body, to have it seep into my very pores. My very face had to remember his pale, hard, miraculous body so that when I slept my head under my pillow at night would remember every detail of his chest.

I was kissing him quickly, desperately then, pulling, licking and sucking on his nipples which he moaned and cried about as well.

I kissed a trail down to his navel, licking it for good measure, feeling satisfied as he squirmed helplessly underneath me; he pulled at my hair so that I would stop. But I didn't want to stop. I wanted to do anything but.

He slapped my ass hard when I didn't respond and I did stop then but only because the sting felt so damn good.

All right, so he found my proverbial weak spot then. He was laughing lightly at my stunned reaction, reached for my hair and pulled me into a kiss. Well, not to be outdone I reached for his hair as he slipped his soft tongue in, massaging mine. I was totally losing myself in him. I regained enough wits after a moment to run my hands through his thick hair deeply, pulling it gently and massaging his scalp, wanting to mess up his always perfect hair. I wanted to dirty him. He moaned in approval. I wondered if he would let me put gel in it and style it differently. I would let him do practically anything to me-even dress me which I was almost scared to admit. I think he would like that too much.

I was afraid he wouldn't like the facial hair I was growing out but he seemed to like it, he touched at it a lot affectionately which pleased me deeply. He pushed at me hard, sending me back on the bed. I laughed a little-I was almost getting used to him doing that.

He was unbuckling my belt with great fervor and then he did something totally unexpected. He said "Watch this", rushed his face to my crotch and just before I could tell him to stop he was unbuttoning my pants with his lips and teeth! I was so stunned that I felt forced to watch and feel as he undid my button with ease and then moved to my fly. I was bursting at the seams, literally as he carefully unzipped me fully. I could only cry out: "Oh," in utter shock, amazement and pleasure as I came spilling out and he was kissing my cock.

Bits and pieces were a blur after that. He shimmed my pants and boxers off with great speed and was sucking on me immediately; he had me full in his mouth-licking under me and switching to the tip. I wasn't use to this position-of lying on a bed with someone over me but it was utterly amazing. I touched his head affectionately as he worked hard and I cried out as he was tugging at me. This man knew how to work me in his mouth. He could give me one anytime, anywhere, anyplace. I all was ready anticipating when I could give him one-to return the favor. I wanted to show him what I could do.

I came quickly and a lot almost embarrassingly so-I felt the jerks and muscle spasms of the sweet release. I uttered his name as I came. I was worried at what his reaction would be. He held me close after I was done, both of us trembling slightly. "Sorry," I murmured, stroking his head as he was panting. He came up from my chest and looked at me deeply. "For what?" He shot a look at my crotch coming back smiling. "You're a lot, but I can handle a lot Eames," he winked.

"Call me Daniel."

He was searching my eyes curiously.

"Please," I mumbled.

He traced the outlines of my lips with his fingertips slowly, lightly.

"All right. Well it's my turn Danny boy." We both grinned.

I realized I really wanted to return the courtesy he just showed me. "But I want…"

He was cutting me off and kissing me once again. He apparently didn't care what I wanted. And then he was whipping off his belt. When I realized what he was doing I shoved at his hands to stop him. I wanted to do it. I came up to a kneeling position. He playfully dodged me but settled on a sitting position against the headboard of the bed giving me a playfully, toothy sexy grin. God, how could you resist that? My hands were trembling and I fumbled with the button. He tried to help me but I swatted his hands away. I didn't want his help. It gave way eventually. He was pressing his forehead to mine again, nuzzling my nose. I tried to ignore the sweet distraction but it was hard. I unzipped his fly and before he could react I had him in my mouth quickly, tasting him, he resisted and pulled at me to stop at first but after a few seconds he was moaning deeply and was raking my back. He muttered: "Stop", "Oh God" and "You bastard" but I think that was Arthur-speak for: "Please continue, that feels effing fantastic." I didn't get to taste him for long before he slapped my bare ass again; distracting me and then it was back to Arthur control. He pushed me over once again onto my stomach and was exploring my backside. He licked, tasted, bit and slapped. If I didn't know better I would think he was abusing me but oh boy did I love it.

I could hear him rustling with something. I looked over my shoulder and he was applying lube to his hand. My whole body shuddered like he had gone down on me again. I knew what was coming. He slowly entered me with one finger and I exhaled deeply shuddering: "Fuck, luv. You can do better than that." I had been with men before he didn't have to hold back. He quickly removed his finger and jammed in three which made me release a yelp of pain but was quickly replaced by hot, deep pleasure.

"Aww, that's better darling," I managed to grunt out with difficulty as he worked his fingers faster, a long string of curse words came rushing out of my mouth as he was practically slamming them into me.

He entered me and rode me hard without warning, crushing his pelvis into me, wasting no time. This was definitely not how I imagined our first time at all. I always thought after pursuing him, wining and dining him that he would bend to my will, like all the others. How wrong I was.

He came quickly screaming: "Oh Daniel" which just made me spill over with love for him more. We were a hot, sweaty, sticky mess as we both were done, spent. We had rolled off of me onto the opposite side of the big bed, staring up at the white, expansive ceiling, chest moving rapidly. I didn't know what to do then. I wanted to call out to him, reach for him, I wanted his closeness but I also didn't want to ruin the moment.

He was up and off the bed like a shot. "Be right back," he mumbled. I saw him pick up something from the floor-his pants maybe and disappeared into the other room.

I was instantly miffed.

That was it?

I had a terrorizing thought that he was getting dressed to leave right away.

I propped myself up on my elbows, looking around bewildered and was going to call out to him when he was rounding the corner, still naked thankfully, a huge smile on his face. He came back up on the big bed quickly and settled into my chest, resting his head into it, my one arm over him. I looked at him baffled. He ran a thumb down my cheek and gave me a sweet kiss when he noticed my confusion. He held up his concealed hand that was across my stomach. He was holding his loaded die, his totem. His smile grew, his dark eyes shining.

"I'm sorry. I had to be sure."

That was defiantly Arthur; he always had to be in control, to know.

But me I was different. I pulled him closer and held him tight, kissing the top of his head affectionately thinking of my poker chip, my own totem somewhere lost in the chaos of our clothes that lay on top of each other like lovers, still littered all over the floor. My life was disorderly and had no control like those clothes. I tried to control my love life but that never got me anywhere and the relationships were all the same and never worked. I looked at him then as he was nuzzling my neck sweetly, looking calm and serene, totally at peace. He let me see him vulnerable. He had let go. With him it would be different. I realized I didn't give a flying fart if this was a dream or not. I had let go as well. All our hard work had finally paid off. We knew what the other wanted-faced our fears. We were sharing our befuddled, confused versions of control. He was here with me. He was mine and I was his and no totem needed to tell me otherwise.

A/N And our two men finally find each other! Thanks so much for sticking with me and reading this LONG/last chapter. This was my first fic but not my last. You read this far so why not review? It would be much appreciated! Again-thanks for reading! :)