vampire trash? me?

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[It's been on his mind a lot over the last few weeks, the idea of becoming a vampire. Partially because he's looking older than Arthur these days, and if he lets that go on too long it's going to get pretty weird, but moreover he just feels ready]

[Anxious as fuck, but ready.]

[The idea of it is terrifying — he'd gone to Mal for an explanation of the finer details rather than worry Arthur with his questions, seeing as she's actually done it before and Arthur hasn't — the idea that he could just... Die. It's not one that sits easy with Eames. He rather likes being alive, in fact half the point of becoming a vampire is to keep being alive, for a stretch on the word, forever.]

[So he's been dealing with that a lot, pretending otherwise whenever Arthur notices him being distant or pensive so he can work out his feelings on this without any outside influence. He knows Arthur wouldn't be mad if he changed his mind, it's a huge change to undertake, but it's not that he might not want this so much as wondering if the risks are really worth it.]

[They are.]

[But now they need to talk about it, so Eames is psyching himself up to do exactly that. Offered to stay in and make dinner while Arthur's off doing his errands to give himself some time alone to think about it. Maybe making some significant progress on a bottle of wine to calm his nerves, maybe it'll slow him down enough Arthur won't realise how keyed up he is the second he gets home.]

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[Arthur idly rubs Eames' back for a moment, gaining a whole new appreciation for the pulse underneath his skin, and then he pulls away.]

We should eat, then. I could definitely stand to catch up with you on the wine, at least.

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Should just be another ten minutes or so.

[Eames sighs when Arthur pulls back, a hand lingering on his shoulder.]

Or I can probably take it out now if you're hungry. It's not like it'll be undercooked.

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No I can wait.

[He takes another long gulp of wine and then takes Eames' hand, brushing his thumb over his knuckles. He's still processing all of this and as much as he'd just like to indulge in the time they have there are still a million things running through his head and they're basically impossible to filter out.]

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[Wine will probably help. It's what Eames has been using anyway. He smiles at Arthur's hand in his and lifts it so he can kiss Arthur's knuckles.]

I could also turn it off and we can go have a quick roll around in bed.

[He raises his eyebrows and grins at Arthur. He's maybe 80% joking, but he'll do it if Arthur says yes.]

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[Arthur raises his eyebrows right back at him, but it's a tired sort of surprise.]

Is that you talking or the wine?

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Yes.

[Grin.]

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[Arthur lets out a soft laugh and glances in the general direction of the bedroom.]

Okay, but I am getting a little hungry, so we should be quick.

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I'm pretty sure I can get you off in ten minutes.

[He puts his glass down and turns to look at the oven, electing to turn it down instead. When he turns back to face Arthur, it's with zero preamble that he grabs his arm (gently) to drag him to bed.]

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[Arthur glances at the food with a worried expression but he lets Eames pull him with no resistance or argument.]

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[Eames doesn't waste any time. The second they're in the bedroom, he's pulling off his shirt and pushing Arthur towards the bed.]

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[Arthur gets to work on his own shirt, though at a lazier pace than Eames.]

What did you have in mind?

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Just something fast and easy.

[Once Arthur's on the bed, Eames is there straddling his hips and working his pants open.]

We can do something a little more involved later.

[If he's not too drunk.]

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[Arthur's feeling a little anxious about how the number of times they have sex while Eames is still alive is potentially in the single digits. Not that sex afterwards isn't going to be amazing, it's just going to be a bit different.]

[So anyway he's letting Eames take the wheel on this one completely, putting his hands on Eames' thighs and taking a deep breath as he watches to see where this is all going.]

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[Eames leans forward to kiss Arthur messily while he shoves his hand down Arthur's pants, planning to get that dick out and in the open. He's debating on whether or not his should join the party, but right now this'll do.]

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[Arthur hums and brings his hands up to Eames' shoulders and then his face, trying not to be too anxious so he can actually get it up.]

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[Eames makes a pleased noise in response, shifting to press himself forward against Arthur and pulling out some of the hand tricks to get him hard ASAP.]

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[Arthur pulls away, frowning and closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath, really trying to clear his mind and enjoy what Eames is doing with his hand. He's pretty sure he can bounce back he just needs a moment.]

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[Eames frowns against Arthur's lips, concerned by the lack of response on Arthur's part. Maybe he's just being impatient, but there is food in the oven.]

[He rocks his hips a little impatiently, ducking his head to kiss along Arthur's jaw.]

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[Arthur arches his back, starting to feel a bit of response. He's starting to successfully push the fact that Eames wants him to kill him in a week or so out of his mind which means he might be able to get it up.]

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[Oh, okay. Good. Eames relaxes noticeably, but otherwise stays the course, kissing down Arthur's neck and moving his hand with a purpose.]

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[Arthur finally feels sparks rush down his spine and he moans softly, turning his head and pressing the side of his face into the pillow. His hand finds Eames' back and his fingers dig into his skin desperately.]

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[Eames moans softly in response, rocking his hips down absently while he works on Arthur. After the time it's taken to get a response, he'd rather not have to fuss with getting himself off too, but damn is it always a turn on whenever Arthur responds like this.]

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[Arthur moans Eames' name, his hand traveling up his back to grab a handful of his hair as he rocks his hips into Eames' hand. God he loves this man so damn much and he really needs to think about only that right now.]

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[Eames hums, focusing his attention at a spot near the base of Arthur's neck. He's trying to get Arthur done quickly, so he's totally gonna cheat a bit to get there.]

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[Arthur's over the hump now, already feeling his stomach tighten in anticipation. He tells Eames to keep going and it almost comes out like begging but he can't spare any time to be ashamed about it.]