Like the Sun and the Moon

Okay...so this is the translation of a Spanish fic I wrote three years ago in fanfiction.net (I uploaded the fic here, too). I just added some parts, like the smut, and edited some others. This the first gay fic I ever wrote so I'm very fond of it. I didn't beated it so I apologize in advance for mistakes.
The fic alternates between the present and the past. So to get the narrative you should know times are separated by the bar.
I hope you enjoy this because I really enjoyed writing it.

The Inception they performed with Robert ended up being more than successful. Not even one week later, Fischer dissolved the empire his father created, communicating to the press he had no longer intentions to keep on going with his enterprise. It brought a lot of gasps and raised eyebrows from the public, but Robert actually seemed relieved he ended up making that decision. After all, he really didn't want to continue his father's legacy, he really wanted-like Eames said once-to follow his own footsteps.

The mission turned out so great that Saito, being the perfectionist he is, not only payed them with the generous sum he had promised, but he also decided to offer all of them to work purely and exclusively for him. Not even Dom, who had promised not going back to the business again, could refuse the proposal. What could he say? The Proclus Global owner told him we would let him to off as much as he wanted to recover the lost time with his kids. And it was a good deal.

Saito ended up buying a penthouse for them, so they could be confortable in the place they were staying and they didn't have to sleep in the workshop or in different places.

So there they are now, a month later, working in a new case, with a new different mark who seems as interesting as Robert was. The relationship between all of them is still the same one. Nothing has changed, really...Let alone the banters between Eames and Arthur.

And even though it's already been ten years since they first met, even though a decade has passed, there is one thing they are both sure about: none of them will ever forget that day.

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Arthur is unpacking all his clothes and stuff when the door opens and he can see a young tall man, with broad shoulders and messy chestnut hair, entering the room. The man looks at him before dropping his bag into the floor and walking towards him, big smile on his face, stretching out his arm to shake his hand.

"'Elo! 'M Eames. Nice to meet you." he introduces himself. And oh, he has an English accent.

"Arthur" is the only thing that comes out of his mouth.

"Arthur" he repeats like if he was flavouring the word, and Arthur doesn't know why but the way he says his name makes something itch in his stomach. He blinks. "So, tell me, did you arrive long ago?" he asks as he takes his leather jacket off. Arthur makes an effort not to stare at the tattoos that spread along his upper arms and can be seen thanks to the white tank shop he is wearing.

"Just a few hours ago" he replies.

"Mhm...you're not really a talker, huh?" he smirks, sitting on his bed "Mind if I smoke?" he asks and Arthur shakes his head. The English man snaps his tongue and takes a cigarette out of the pack he was previously keeping inside the pocket of his old jeans. He leads the cigarette to his mouth, he places it between his lips, and lights it up before taking a long drag, eyes shutting down in pleasure. He exhales the smoke and looks at him "Do you want one?" he asks but Arthur shakes his head again, so Eames just shrugs his shoulders and takes another drag. "How long have you been doing this?"

"An year and a half? I don't know exactly."

"Wow, you're really expressive, aren't you?" Eames licks his lips, letting out a dry chuckle. Arthur doesn't want to admit he stares at that gesture with a dry mouth, doesn't want to admit he watches, in a sort of trance, to the way his tongue swirls over his lower lip."And how did you end up here?" he asks staring at him. When Arthur doesn't answer, he talks again. "Ohh, c'mon, don't make me chase you for every answer" he teases, and Arthur sighs. It is not that he doesn't like Eames per se, but the guy barely knows him and he is already making him all these questions and he is way too loosen up. Clearly not the the kinda person he is usually friends with. Although Arthur is not really a person who loves doing new friends, to be honest.