"I'm not feeling sorry for myself," Eames practically shouts at this point, his voice growing harsher the further he gets, letting out a grunt when he's shoved against the door, his back protesting, his wounds not quite in any danger of opening but still hurting.

"I'm pissed off--" he manages to get out before Arthur is biting his mouth and it's his turn to groan as the bottom of his stomach drops away and something aching settles in instead.

His hands are at Arthur's shirt, grabbing at it hard as he pulls Arthur all the way up onto his tippy toes while Eames answers the kiss with just as much brutal force as Arthur is giving him.