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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[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.

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[He hums softly, looking up at Arthur's face while he talks.]

I missed you too.

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[Arthur gazes at Eames' face for a moment, totally enamoured with this man in front of him, and then he leans in to kiss him. Just nice and soft.]

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[Perfect. Eames lifts a hand to Arthur's face and leans up into the kiss happily, following Arthur's lead on the kind of kiss it is.]

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[Arthur keeps it lazy and slow, eventually pulling away so he can kiss Eames' chest, fulling intending to worship as much of Eames as he can tonight.]

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[Eames gasps softly and brings his hands up to card his fingers into Arthur's hair, scratching lightly over his scalp affectionately.]

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[Arthur's hand finds its way to Eames' hip and stops there, thumb brushing back and forth. He kisses his way back up Eames' neck and to his ear.]

What do you want to do tonight?

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[Whenever he gets all this kind of attention, it practically turns him to putty in Arthur's hands and he's sure Arthur must know it. Maybe he resents that just a tiny bit and that's what stops him blurting out that Arthur can do whatever he wants with him.]

[Eames instead wraps his arms about Arthur's shoulders and pushes his fingers up through the back of his hair. Voice low and thick when he replies.]

Whatever you want.

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[Arthur lifts up his head to look down at Eames, expression thick with wanting. His gaze moves from his face to his neck and back again as his hand moves up Eames' side.]

Are you up to it if I drink a little?

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[God he wants that. He shifts a lityle under Arthur and nods without hesitation, though the part of him that's sometimes sensible catches up and he probably should make it known that he's pretty wiped. Not so much that he's not up to it, but he's not likely to stay awake long if Arthur does.]

If you don't mind cleaning up while I'm asleep, that is.

[Eames is entirely for it, for the record.]

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[Arthur smiles and brings his hand back up to Eames' face.]

Of course not.

[He leans back down to give Eames a good kiss before he reaches over to get the condoms and lube.]

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[Eames watches Arthur with a smile on his face, leaving his hands to rest wherever they are on his body. What a beautiful man who's going to do some really good sex to him, he's so lucky.]