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 keeps moaning helplessly against Eames' lips, hands travelling to the dip in Eames' back and then back up to his shoulder blades. Getting this is almost better than he thought it would be and Eames is perfect inside him - he just needs a little more, but this is good to start.]

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[Eames fucks into Arthur in long strokes, taking great care not to go too slow as he savours the feeling of sinking into Arthur every time. He starts to pick it up after a little while though, searching for that rhythm that's going to turn Arthur into a mess under him.]

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[Arthur's already pretty vocal about this whole situation and that just escalates as Eames picks it up. He usually reserves this level of clinginess for special occasions, specifically if Eames has gone somewhere or if he's just come back from somewhere or if they've had a really emotional day and maybe that last one applies to this time but mostly Arthur just wants to think about how good Eames feels and how handsome he is.]

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[Eames arches, focused on fucking Arthur how he deserves. He keeps on moaning and kissing Arthur until he feels his stomach start to tighten and moves a hand to drag over Arthur's hip, edging close to his dick as an offer if he needs that extra help, but not quite touching him yet.]

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[Arthur moans loudly throughout, arching and whimpering. When he feels Eames' hand on his hip he reaches down to grab it, pulling it away but continuing to hold onto it, squeezing a little harder as he gasps and starts to come. It's a pretty powerful orgasm; it doesn't really take him by surprise but it definitely overwhelms him for a while.]

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[Eames curses and drops his head to press his forehead into the pillow next to Arthur's head. He's pretty hot on Arthur's heels when he comes, moaning and rocking into him the whole time until there's nothing more and he's left catching his breath.]

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[Arthur's having trouble finding the energy to say anything, just focusing on catching his breath. It feels like a few minutes has gone by when he finally sighs.]

That was good.

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[That gets a laugh from Eames in response and he lifts his head to raise an eyebrow at Arthur.]

Thanks.

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[He finally lifts a hand up to Eames' face, clumsy but affectionate.]

It was exactly what I needed.

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Me too.

[He puts a hand over Arthur's and turns his head to kiss his palm, just a little apologetic as he reaches down to pull out and rolls off Arthur to get rid of the condom.]

[He's back quickly though, cozying up at Arthur's side with a light sigh.]

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[Arthur sighs as well, turning to look at Eames and bringing his hand up to brush his face.]

I guess we'll have to talk a little more tomorrow.

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Yeah.

[Eames sighs and closes his eyes. It's late and he's had a lot to drink and that's catching up with him now. He pulls a face and starts kicking off his trousers to get properly comfortable.]

I need to sleep first.

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Okay.

[It still feels kind of early for Arthur, even though Eames has adjusted and pushed his dinner later and everything, he only gets up at sunset and generally doesn't get tired until close to sunrise. The grin is apparent in his voice when he speaks.]

It'll be nice for us to be on the same circadian rhythm.

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I don't know.

[He nuzzles into Arthur's shoulder, demanding to be held until he falls asleep.]

Sometimes it's nice not seeing your face all day.

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[Arthur wraps his arm around Eames and hums softly.]

Only sometimes though, right?

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Only sometimes.

[He kisses Arthur's shoulder]

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[Arthur leans over to kiss Eames' hair.]

I love you.

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You too.

[He tilts his head up to look at Arthur's face.]

Love you even more if you let me sleep.

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Okay. Goodnight Eames.

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Mm. Night.

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[Arthur waits for Eames' breath to steady out, even closing his eyes to get some rest, but it's not nearly late enough for him to sleep so eventually he slips out of bed and finds his way to the kitchen. He deals with the fact that he hasn't had any blood tonight first, heating up a mug and then sitting down at the table to drink and review his current life. If Eames doesn't wake up he'll end up calling Mal, just talking to her about the general situation and checking to see when it would be good for them to meet and talk about the whole process.]

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[Eames sleeps through until the morning and goes about his day as usual, with a side of making plans to take the next couple of weeks off from everything.]

[He ends up back before sunset, so he doesn't bother waking up Arthur just yet. He shoves some food from the previous night in the microwave to eat and posts up on the couch with his laptop to think about what he's going to do with his final days.]

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[Arthur rolls out of bed shortly after sunset, saying nothing as he finds Eames and gets on the couch with him, curling up at his side and laying his head on his shoulder. First thing after he wakes up it's always nice to have Eames' warm body close to him.]

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[Eames turns his face to kiss the top of Arthur's head. He's looking at a few hotels out on the west coast, comparing overnight stays and all that, but he doesn't seem overly interested in any of them.]

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[Arthur hums and cuddles in a little closer.]

Taking my advice?