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'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.]

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[It's music to Eames' ears and he curses softly against Arthur's neck, keeping it up to see him through with some gentle encouragements.]

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[When Arthur comes, he moans loudly and rocks his hips up into Eames' hand as his legs tremble. His fingers dig perhaps a little harder than they need to into Eames' upper back but this quick and dirty handjob really did it for him.]

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[Eames noses up the side of Arthur's neck and along his jaw affectionately, planting a quick kiss on Arthur's lips before he sits up so he doesn't get tempted to lay down and end up all messy and cosy.]

Told you I could do it in under ten minutes.

[He lifts his hand and licks along the side of it, looking pretty pleased with himself.]

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[Arthur lets his arms fall to the bed and he looks up at Eames in exhaustion.]

I never doubted you.

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Good.

[He reaches for his discarded shirt and wipes the rest of his hand off with it, and then tosses it at Arthur's face.]

You better get cleaned up while I dish up.

[And there he goes, slipping off Arthur to go back to the kitchen.]

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[Arthur just picks up the shirt (gross) and takes a deep breath, staring at the ceiling. He's just going to lay here for a short while considering his life.]

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[Eames stops in the bathroom first to wash his hands and splash some cold water on his face, then to the kitchen to take the food out of the oven and top up his wine.]

[By the time Arthur joins him, there should be some delicious lasagne and a light salad, and a fresh bottle of wine ready for them.]

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[Arthur eventually finds his way out, stopping in the bathroom as well to wipe himself down and also splash some cold water on his face. He looks a little worn out by the time he makes it to his chair but he's ready to drink some wine and eat some good food and be gross and cute with his boyfriend.]

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[Eames waits for Arthur to sit down before he starts eating, occasionally looking at him all thoughtful about how handsome and excellent Arthur is, but otherwise content to eat in comfortable quiet.]

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[Arthur's still overwhelmed by the stuff he has to do to prepare for this whole thing, though physically he feels a bit more calm than before thanks to the excellent handjob he just received.]

This is delicious.

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You're welcome.

[Eames beames (and tops up his wine) all pleased with himself.]

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[Arthur reaches over to take one of Eames' hands, giving him an apologetic look.]

I'm sorry I'm so distracted.

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[Eames shakes his head, brushing his thumb along Arthur's knuckles.]

I did just spring something big on you.

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[Arthur takes a deep breath and exhales almost miserably.]

I have to talk to Mal.

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I'm, uh...

[He looks down at their hands with a frown.]

I'm sure she's prepared.

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[Arthur frowns up at him.]

What do you mean?

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Well I couldn't come to you with my questions, so I spoke with her about it instead.

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[Arthur keeps frowning, glancing down at his food.]

Why couldn't you come to me?

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["I didn't want to freak you out" and "you've never done this before" are the first things that come to mind, but Eames stops himself from saying either of those, sighing softly and looking back up at Arthur.]

I didn't want you to know I was thinking about this until I was sure how I felt.

[Good, nailed it.]

And you've never turned someone before so I thought... Best to talk to someone who's experienced both sides.

[Stupid wine.]

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[Arthur frowns down at their hands and then nods after a moment.]

I wish she would have called me.

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Would've defeated the purpose of talking to her if she had, no?

[He squeezes Arthur's hand and ducks his head to try and catch his gaze, eyebrows pulled together in a mildly worried expression. He can't tell how Arthur feels, a little worried it's 'upset' or 'betrayed' or something similar.]

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[Arthur meets his gaze, looking a little like one of those words but really trying to temper his expression.]

I would have been a little more prepared.

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[Eames sighs. Honestly he'd hoped Arthur would be happier about this-- excited, even. He understands why he's not, but it's still a bit of a let down.]

Are you upset?

[He still looks a little worried, mostly hoping Arthur says no.]

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[He brings his free hand up to his face and rubs it tiredly.]

I'm just... stressed out. Being turned wasn't exactly an easy transition for me; when I think about all of those feelings and how I'm going to be responsible for you going through all of that too... It's hard. I know this is worth it in the long run if it's what you want to do but this part is going to be rough.