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 lifts his head to look at Eames.]

It's not worry, it's the truth. Plenty of vampires turn their partners and then guilt them into sticking around. That's not me.

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I appreciate that, but I've thought long and hard about this enough to know being with you is a bonus, not the reason.

[He looks at Arthur with a light smirk pulling at his lips.]

Besides, you know the only person who's ever been able to guilt me into anything is my mother.

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[Arthur laughs and leans in to give Eames a kiss.]

It had to be said.

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Consider my worries allayed.

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Good.

[Another kiss.]

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[Eames grins and kisses Arthur once on the lips and then again on the forehead, because he's an old man.]

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[For the rest of that night and every night leading up to Eames' trip Arthur is almost annoyingly cuddly. He spends as much time as he can either on Eames or making out with him or having sex with him just so he can get the most out of human Eames that he can.]

[When Eames leaves, Arthur goes to see Mal to talk over the process. It's a tough visit despite her best efforts to keep everything light, but by the end he feels a bit more confident that he's not going to fuck it all up somehow and kill the love of his life.]

[He gets home before Eames does so when Eames is scheduled to come home Arthur's waiting for him at the airport, practically giddy to see him again. He can't help but break into a wide grin when he sees Eames come out of the terminal.]

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[He wasn't expecting Arthur to come pick him up, so he doesn't even spot him straight away, but the second he does it puts a grin on his face and he makes a beeline over and pulls Arthur into a hug.]

[There's a bit of a light tan on him, but moreover Eames actually looks rested in a way he hasn't in a while and still has a bit of that seaside smell on him.]

You came to pick me up.

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[Arthur hugs him back, pressing his face into Eames' shoulder.]

Of course. I couldn't wait to see you.

[He brings his hand up to Eames' face affectionately.]

You look so good.

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I do.

[He's still grinning, and he puts his hands on Arthur's hips.]

When we get home you can admire the rest of me.

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I can't wait.

[Arthur rubs Eames' arms, admiring his muscles as always.]

Can I take your bag?

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[Eames huffs a little laugh at the question and slips his holdall off his shoulder to give it to Arthur. It's not even like it's heavy, but given all that strength Arthur's got it should be basically nothing to him anyway.]

How could I say no to someone so handsome and strong?

[He's aware it probably a request so much as an offer, but whatever.]

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[Arthur takes the bag and turns to lead Eames out of the airport.]

You had a good trip I take it?

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[Eames makes a noise to the affirmative, sticking close to Arthur as they walk.]

I'm glad to be back though.

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I'm glad too. It was nice for a couple hours but then I started missing you.

[He smiles at him affectionately.]

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[Eames nods and smiles back, sighing gently before he replies.]

I missed the bed.

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I'm sure it will be happy to reunite with you.

[Arthur leads Eames to the car and puts his bag in the trunk before he gets in. The way home is just a lot more flirting and small talk - Arthur's eager to get home and get some more quality time alone in their apartment with Eames wearing significantly less clothing ideally. He's patient enough to offer Eames a beer when they get back into the apartment, though.]

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[Eames, in a rare show of restraint, refuses the beer. He's already tired, he doesn't want to end up falling asleep before he's ready.]

[He does, however, make his way to the bedroom to go see his beloved bed again.]

Come lie down with me.

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[Arthur follows, setting everything down on the floor when they get to their room.]

After you.

[He gestures for Eames to lead the way, following him close behind.]

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[Once he's in the bedroom, Eames slips out of his clothes and immediately crawls into bed, very considerately pulling the covers aside but not getting under them just yet.]

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[Arthur's working off his clothes at a slower pace, eyebrows raised at the extent of Eames' tan.]

Nude beach?

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Mmhm.

[He lounges all casually, waiting for Arthur to join him.]

I thought I should take full advantage of my last chance to sunbathe.

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It definitely paid off.

[Arthur gets down to his underwear and then loses patience with how he's not touching Eames right this minute so he gets on the bed and puts his hand on Eames' chest like he's appreciating a work of art.]

You're gorgeous.

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I'm glad you noticed.

[Eames just lays there, soaking up the attention with a smirk on his face.]

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[Arthur slowly drags his palm over Eames' stomach and back up over his chest, really taking his time with this because he knows Eames loves it.]

I really did miss you.