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 closes his eyes and shakes his head but there's a smile tugging at his lips.]

Please don't do that.

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I've never understood why you bother with the mug.

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Mostly because it tastes better heated up and you can't microwave plastic.

[Try to argue with those facts Eames.]

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Arthur.

[You're immortal you don't need to worry about plastic toxins.]

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You've never bitten into warmed up soft plastic.

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It's going to happen. Probably more than once.

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You're so gross.

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Yeah, but you love me this way.

[And how could anyone not love that smile?]

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I really do.

[Arthur squeezes Eames' hand, gazing affectionately at him and hoping that he'll get the hint and carry him off to be cuddled.]

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[Eames smiles back all fondly and glances down at Arthur's plate.]

You finished with that?

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[Arthur looks down at his food and then sighs, accepting his fate.]

Yes.

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[It's time to drag Arthur back to the bedroom then. Eames doesn't say anything, just gets up and lightly tugs on Arthur's hand to get him to come with. He's feeling very vulnerable right now and would like his strong boyfriend to hold him.]

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[Arthur's feeling pretty vulnerable himself so he follows willingly.]

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[He's not as aggressive as earlier, slipping into bed and pulling back the covers for Arthur to get in.]

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[Arthur slips in with him, immediately slipping his arm around Eames' waist and getting himself in all close. He loves this stupid man so much.]

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[Eames does the same, slipping an arm around Arthur and humming softly as he stretches his neck up to kiss Arthur's forehead.]

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[Arthur smiles, letting out a soft laugh, bordering on a little emotional.]

I'm sorry.

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[He sighs softly and brings a hand up to stroke Arthur's hair.]

It's fine.

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We can still have sex if you want.

[He idly brushes his palm over Eames' lower back with a sigh.]

As long as you don't mind being on top.

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[Eames laughs and pulls back a little to look at Arthur.]

Arthur, you know I never mind.

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[Arthur laughs, smiling affectionately as he studies Eames' face.]

No, but I know you sometimes prefer it one way or the other.

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Well, as long as you want me--

[He gently pushes Arthur on his back and rolls on top of him.]

I am extremely willing to fuck you however and whenever you want.

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[Arthur grins and loops his arms around Eames’ neck.]

How about right now, nice and slow.

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[Eames grins back, the smile audible in his voice as he dips his head to kiss Arthur.]

I think I can do that.

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[Arthur hums happily and kisses Eames back, running his fingers through Eames' hair affectionately.]