Title: Kiss Me Touch Me

Pairing: Arthur and Eames

Rating: NC-17

Summary: High school AU. Arthur never expected the school jock/the person who made his high school experience miserable to see him in heat.

It was a misty school morning when Arthur ran into the boy's locker room. His breath was ragged, he felt incredibly hot, and his head was spinning. Goddamn it, Arthur thought. Not now, please. Don't go into heat now. He wanted to jump into the showers before anyone came in hoping that maybe a cold shower would hold off the heat for little while longer.

Arthur was one of the rare and few remaining feline males. His parents carried the recessive cat gene and by sheer ¼ probability (or bad luck), Arthur inherited the trait. He didn't have any ears or tails, but each month he would go into heat, where the primal desire to mate would overwhelm all his senses. If he was not bred (which is usually the case) the heat could last for 5 uncomfortable and agonizing days. And that was how it had been all his life. He'd rather suffer it alone than become someone's bitch boy, to be used and then thrown away. Arthur had too much pride for that. Plus it risked the chance of being discovered as, not quite human.

Arthur lifted his shirt over his head, and shivered as the fabric brushed over his sensitive nipples. He looked down at his chest, and his nipples were noticeably pink and puffy. Damn hormones. The heat was going hit him any time now. Usually he could predict when the heat was coming on and prepare ahead of time, but this time it came without warning. He must think of an excuse to get out of school today and for the next few days as he rode out the heat.

Just then he noticed someone in the corner of his eye and he whipped his head around to see who it was.

Fuck. Arthur thought. It was Eames, the popular jock, football player, dressed in his usual letterman's jacket with a sportsbag slung over his shoulder. He was also Arthur's bully, who pulled Arthur's metaphorical pigtails every chance he got. He was the last person Arthur wanted to see him in this state. If Arthur made out of this alive, he would no doubt be victim to torture and homophobic slurs for the rest of his high school life.

Eames was looking at him with a weird intense look in his eyes. His mouth was slightly open.

Oh God please help me get out of this. Arthur prayed. If you do, I promise I'll go to church and pray to you every day.

"Arthur…" Eames finally said, his voice usually low and hoarse. His eyes traveled up and down Arthur's naked chest making Arthur turn away, embarrassed.

"Uhh." Arthur began. But then he got a whiff of an intoxicating scent. It was a mixture of woods and spices, and something so incredibly male and it smell so good…

And all of a sudden the heat hit him.

It hit him hard like a freight train. It hit him so hard his knees all of a sudden gave out and he collapsed against the lockers, the cold metal doing nothing to cool his scorching hot skin.

"Arthur!" he heard Eames yell out, and within seconds Eames came over to him. As Eames reached out and caught Arthur by the shoulders, the skin-to-skin contact sent a bolt of electricity throughout Arthur's body.

Arthur mewled and arched into Eames' touch. He fucking mewled. Eames' face was that of complete shock and disbelief now, at the sight of Arthur in front of him, writhing and moaning wantonly. A part of Arthur wanted to crawl in a hole and die but a bigger part of him wanted Eames' hands all over him, his lips, his tongue…

"Arthur! What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Eames…" Arthur said in between moans. He must look so slutty right now but fuck it, he didn't care anymore.

"Please…Touch me."

"W-What?" For the first time Eames looked unsure of himself, if Arthur wasn't so far gone right now he'd be celebrating this little victory.

"Touch me." He looked up at Eames through hooded eyes and wetted his lips.

Slowly and hesitantly Eames removed his hands from Arthur's arms and moved down Arthur's chest.

Arthur let out a whimper, his chest rising up and down with each breath.

As Eames brushed across Arthur's nipples he let out a yelp. Eames took that has an encouraging sign and rubbed slow sensuous circles around his nipples with the pads of his thumbs.

"Dammit." He heard Eames huff. "Shit."

Arthur was a mess at this point, thrashing, and whimpering, pulling away yet attempting to buck harder into Eames' touch, as he rubbed harder and harder and the two pleasure points were sending shocks all over Arthur's body. He felt his orgasm build more and more.

And Arthur was coming. He was coming harder than ever, spilling white hot come onto his chest and onto Eames' letterman jacket. At another time he would be horrified that he just came on Eames' letterman jacket, but right now he's too fucked out to care.

He was so overcome with the post-orgasmic bliss he didn't notice Eames until he wound one strong arm around Arthur's waist and pulled him flush against his broad chest. Eames' other hand came up to cradle Arthur's jaw as he rutted against Arthur.

The hardness and the heat emanating from Eames' impressive bulge moving against his own felt so good it made Arthur hard again. He kissed and mouthed along Arthur's neck with Arthur whimpering and going "oh…oh…" It was the hottest thing Arthur had ever experienced and as Eames' tongue flicked against his skin Arthur came with a strangled mewl.

It didn't take long before Eames rutted roughly one last time and Arthur felt him coming with a deep moan.

Arthur collapsed against Eames' shoulder and blacked out.