Polite, for a thief.

Call me Eames. I'll take it from here. Indie Eames RP [ Inception ]. NSFW. Muse & Writer are 21+

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// sorry, it's been a while! I've been occupied with moving and that kind of fun stuff x_x

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[politeforathief]

rum-running > > > politeforathief

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White Noise

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Neil shook his head, his leg muscles twitching at Eames’ touch. He knew what was being insinuated, even if his first impulse was to assume Eames had meant his fucking people for a living. He shrugged and cocked his head at him. “Most people like the youthful exterior. Makes them feel young or whatever.” He eyed Eames quizzically for a moment, before looking away. “Everyone’s got their kicks. I’m not interested in how people see me, anyway. Unless my reputation’s at stake.”

He tapped his fingers on the counter, his gaze flickering around the room and taking in the people there. He wondered what Eames would have been doing if he hadn’t showed up. Himself, on any given night, he’d be waiting for one of the men sitting hunched by themselves to muster up the courage from the dregs of their beer to approach him, or for the ones that were eye fucking him for the world to see and were merely waiting for the right moment to make their move. Some he recognized, faintly. But all he cast out of his attention as quickly as his eyes passed over them. This night he wasn’t waiting, he was here with Eames, and he was leaving with Eames.

"Such a smooth talker, Eames. You must be a hit with the ladies." He snorted and stood shortly after Eames did, giving the man time to step away from the bar before he followed. His bottle was only a third of the way empty, still sweating on the counter as he turned his back to it. "You were the one to suggest I wasn’t as good as I made myself out to be, so yeah, I will be so eager to defend my reputation. You can show me all the tricks you want, this canvas only gets better with each ‘stroke’.”

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Eames’ lips stayed curled into a grin as Neil shrugged, as he talked about himself as if he was one big selling point and not so much a human being. It was both disconcerting and somehow strangely attractive. There was nothing Eames wanted more than to drag Neil back into his own body, and then out of his head with pleasure. He wanted to rip that objectification right out of him and fill the new space with a hard cock that he wasn’t being paid to take. “As you like, darling.”

If Neil hadn’t shown up, Eames would have enjoyed a couple drinks and gone home, possibly alone or with a delightful young lady or man… whatever suited his fancy. He wasn’t much for hookers, wasn’t down for a chase, not on a slow night like that one. No one in a bar like that could draw Eames into their web. No one except maybe the twink on the stool next to him.

“Who needs a lady when you’re around?” Eames asked, brows lifted at the teen’s snort. His attention was focused entirely on Neil and would be for the remainder of the night, both for the teen’s sake and for his own. Though Neil hadn’t finished his drink, Eames was leading the way out of the bar, soon stepping back into stride with Neil, thick fingers splayed over the teen’s lower back. “My bag of tricks is plenty full, and will remain so until you defend your reputation, darling. You have all the tools you need with you, hm? Ready to make me eat my words.” Eames was excited, admittedly, finally having his hands on the elusive Neil McCormick, but it was on Neil’s terms. Eames had been the one sought out. Eames was Neil’s prize for the evening, not the other way around.

Not nearly intoxicated, Eames led the way out of the bar and to his vehicle, opened the passenger door for Neil and waited patiently for him to climb in. “We’ll go back to mine, where there aren’t any prying eyes. You just sit… tight.”

[politeforathief]

YO faggot! [ilu]

"... Pardon me?"

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Stiles smiled back when he was praised, liking the satisfaction he got from doing something right. It wasn’t often that he got praised, on occasion by Peter if he brought home much more money than expected but that was rare. Isaac was Peter’s favorite; he got the praises and the attention.

He hummed to what the man said, happy that he was giving him a list of what they were doing. It helped settled his nerves and allowed him to enjoy his intoxication rather than flip out. He was buzzed, a little stumbly and jumbled up, but not to the point where he was going to get out of hand.

As they walked to get a taxi he got a bit sleepy, but he got the hint when a cab pulled over of them. He got in the back seat with the man’s help and relaxed against him when his arm went around his shoulder. He looked up when the man started to talk again, finally giving him a name. “Hiya, Eames,” he said as he tipped his head to the side to look at the older man. 

He stayed relatively quiet the whole ride, occasionally letting the man’s name roll off his tongue. It was unique and Stiles couldn’t get enough of it.

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The longer Eames spent with Red, the more the teen seemed to light up. It proved his theory quickly, catching more flies with honey than with vinegar. Red seemed like he could use a little sweetness in his day, to break up the salty, bitter spurts of his life. A little positive attention, a soft touch, and Red seemed to blossom before his eyes.

His list-making was out of habit, and it was something he appreciated when he was in a vulnerable position. If he could give Red some kind of control, awareness too, then things would proceed more smoothly. The poor thing looked like he needed some guidance and a firm hand to hold in his state. Red seemed to get into the cab without a fight, and Eames was pleased to see the teen slump against his thick frame. Eames’ lips twisted into a grin when Red spoke his name and tipped his head. “Hello, little Red,” The older man spoke, lifting his hand for a moment to drag his thumb over the teen’s cheek before setting it back on his shoulder.

Hearing his name rolling off of Red’s tongue occasionally made Eames smile, knowing it was probably alcohol-induced, but the way Red’s mouth held the syllables with care, testing them out, tasting them with the tip of his tongue had Eames intrigued. He would find out later what his name sounded like when Red moaned it.

The cab ride wasn’t long, and Eames handed over a few folded bills to cover the ride. He slid out of the car, reluctantly away from Red, but once the door was open, Eames was bending down slightly and holding his hand out to the teen inside. “Come along, darling. We’re almost to your room.”

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The way the man spoke and pressed closer to him had Stiles dumb struck. He nodded along to what he said, his teeth instantly letting go of his lower lip. It seemed like the man might…care and it was kind of confusing. Nice but confusing. But, he also had been told that the nice ones weren’t always the best; Peter had told him about people who would try and “save” him, and how it was sometimes worse than what he was currently in.

"The Mormont in West Hollywood," he said, starting to fumble for his wallet. He grabbed it, opened it, then started to fish for the card. When he found it he handed it to the other man, the address of the hotel and his room number was written on it. He raised an eyebrow and shrugged when asked about water being okay. "Shower then I’ll be right," he said, attempting to give a slight nod but damn near head butting the man instead.

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For long moments Eames wasn’t sure that anything he said was actually registering with the teen. That was until Red let go of his abused lip and tried to nod along, to act more coherent than he was. “There’s a lad,” Eames praised him, offering the teen a smile and giving him a little extra balance with a tighter hold on the lithe frame.

The card was from one of the classier establishments in the city, much to Eames’ surprise. He didn’t expect to be taken to a rundown dump, but he wouldn’t have expected The Mormont. “We’ll get us a taxi then, hm? Get you to the hotel for a shower,” Eames felt like he was narrating their steps as he led Red from the bar out to the street.

Hailing a cab was easier than Eames had expected, and he reiterated the address to the driver once he had manoeuvred the teen into the backseat. Eames’ thick arm snaked around Red’s shoulders as they sat, idly running over a sleeved bicep. “I’m Eames by the way, darling, since you were so kind to give me something to call you.”

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Stiles looked at the man with wide eyes when he was offered something to drink. “You…you don’t have to get me anything. I’ll be fine,” he said, still worrying his lip. He was certain by now it was red and swollen. He really needed to get over that habit.

He looked the older man up and down, gasping softly when the man stepped into his space and wrapped an arm around his waist. People didn’t get in his space unless they were fucking him; so it was very odd but welcomed. “I…I have a hotel room,” he said, swallowing thickly as he licked his lip. “I can give you the name. It’s in the middle of town…” It wasn’t a shady place, actually it was pretty high class. Peter had gotten him and Isaac their own rooms. Must be nice to have “Hale” money. From what he had heard back home Peter was the only remaining member of him family, leaving him with large chunks of money.

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“Mmmm, I don’t have to, but I want to... and you need it. You’ve had far too much to drink, far too quickly,” Eames kept his voice in a softer register as he stood close to Stiles, tucking himself in tighter to the teen’s body. “Stop bothering your poor lip too. Keep going and you’ll be bleeding in a mo’.”

It hadn’t even dawned on Eames that maybe Red didn’t like to be touched outside of sex, especially by strangers he met when looking for his latest trick. All he knew was that Red was in no state to go anywhere on his own, and this ominous ‘Peter’ didn’t sound like a treat to deal with. If they were going to spend an evening together, it would have to be far different than what Red was used to. “You give me the name, and we’ll get there. Get you some water to wash down to liquor and then you’ll be right as rain, hm?” Eames left a few bills on the counter to cover his own drink before he was walking Red out of the bar, keeping the teen upright with no difficulty. Getting Red back to the hotel would be another story.

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Stiles slid off the bar stool and nodded, chewing his lower lip as he looked at the older man. “Please stop using that word,” he mumbled as he swayed a little bit. He held his hand up and shook his head when the man told him to drink some more. “I drink anymore and I’ll be no good.” 

He paled and shook his head again when the older man asked if he wanted another trick. “No. No, please don’t leave,” he said, his voice sounding a little desperate. He reached for the other man’s hand and squeezed, tugging lightly. “Come on, please. I have a place we can go.”

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How young Red looked in that moment made Eames feel… old. Maybe a hint on the guilty side, but mostly old. The soft mumble reminded Eames of himself as a teenager, when his bravado faded and he was really just a scared kid. Clearly, the teen wasn’t in good shape, not to be teased, and certainly not about his father. “Then leave the bottle. We’ll get you some water wherever we’re going.” He may have been willing to pay for sex, but he wasn’t heartless.

Eames saw the quick reaction to his proposal, heard the desperation the teen tried to hide in his words. He needed to give the poor thing a break, be an easy trick for the evening. Any other time, and Eames probably would have sauntered off, tossed an insult over his shoulder and been on his way. Something in his mind told him that the best thing he could do for the teen he just met was to take him wherever they had to go, and fuck him senseless. “You tell me where we’re going, and I’ll lead the way. I don’t trust you to do a lot of walking on your own,” Eames lowered his voice slightly and stepped in closer to Red, slipped his arm around the teen’s waist and kept him from swaying too much on his feet.

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The father figure comment had Stiles reaching for the bottle, sucking down the liquor fast. If he didn’t need the money he would have left, but he didn’t have much of a choice. He pulled the bottle away from his lips and sucked in a deep breath as he glared through the older man.  He was thanking whatever bastard deity that he had taken his anxiety medication because the thought of Beacon Hills and why he left bombarded his mind. 

From that point he was just going through the motions. He wanted the transaction over and done with. His gaze fell to the man’s pocket when he had patted it before he was back to looking through him, nodding on occasion. The cheesy pickup lines couldn’t even bring a grin to the teenager’s lips. 

Finally he looked up to the older man and shook his head, trying to focus on him. He was a bit fuzzy and Stiles had to take another deep breath to calm himself down. 

"Look…I don’t care what you want to do, just pay me so I don’t get my ass kicked by Peter," he mumbled, fidgeting with his shirt hem.  "I’ll do anything but…a daddy kink." The thought made his stomach roll and he shook his head again.

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Eames knew he struck a nerve when the teen reached for the bottle and sucked back the liquor quickly. He wasn’t about to play psychiatrist for the poor boy, though, and left that door ajar for the next poor schmuck with more feelings. Red’s glare seemed to move right through him, not effecting Eames in the slightest.

The cheesy pickup lines were just that, something he knew the teen heard often, something he hoped would break the ice a little. There was only so much thrill in a sexual encounter when the other party was clearly uninterested. A little more liquor and Eames could see the effect of it in Red’s face, which wasn’t entirely unappetizing.

“Peter? He sounds truly threatening, darling,” Eames mused, pushing himself up to his feet. “Like I said earlier, you have enough of those to deal with, and being your ‘daddy’ is not something I’m interested in. Drink as you like, and we’ll pop off to somewhere a little less… populated, hm? We’ll talk about what I want when we get there.” He almost pitied the teen as he mumbled and seemed enraptured by the hem of his shirt, looking anywhere but at Eames. “Unless you’d rather find another trick, a little less three-piece suit, a little more slime?”

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// realizes I haven't made a post on this blog or reblogged anything in like two weeks. oops. 

[arthurpenrose]

[politeforathief]

// alpha eames is now a thing. he is under construction in my noggin, but we'll get there. 

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Maybe if you keep it up, your drooling and dreaming, you'll get what you've been asking for.

Do I need to ask permission, sir? Or should I just pout a bit more?

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Guest implies I invited you, which I did not. 

Look, dude, I don’t know you. All I know is you’re an alpha, therefore you are an automatic threat. The last alphas that walked into my territory left two of my pack mates dead and my town in ruin. So pardon my raised hackles and just answer the question: Who are you and why are you here? 

[politeforathief]

Think of how much easier this would be if you had?

You can call me Eames, and like I said... I'm merely passing through. I come with no intention to muddle the little outfit you have here. Besides, your town is both too small, and too large for my liking.

I'll mind myself during my stay.

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This should definitely be a thing so I can RP with the Thing thank you plz.

// ok I will see what I can do. 

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Maybe if you keep it up, your drooling and dreaming, you'll get what you've been asking for.

Do I need to ask permission, sir? Or should I just pout a bit more?

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It is my business because you’re in my territory. At the very least, Sir, you could tell me why you’re here. Because this little boy doesn’t like jackasses waltzing up into my town like they own it. 

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Now now, that's no way to treat a guest, is it? Haven't you any manners? Waltzing, yes. Like I own it? A jackass? Hardly. I'm just passing through. Didn't mean to bump the baby-gate. Figured a witty alpha like you could handle a little banter. Apparently, I was wrong. Such a shame.

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Maybe if you keep it up, your drooling and dreaming, you'll get what you've been asking for.

Do I need to ask permission, sir? Or should I just pout a bit more?

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Oh yeah, meat head? And just where did you come from anyway?

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Meat head? My my, we are so creative tonight.

Where I'm from is entirely none of your business. I'm here. Settle now, or I'll put you in time out with the rest of the naughty little boys.