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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[With a little bit more lube and a smug smirk, Arthur takes Eames' hips and pulls him up flush with his own. The motion is a little rough but Arthur's immediately moving on, lining himself up and pushing into Eames slowly and carefully.]

[When he's in as deep as he can comfortably go, he leans down to put his weight on his hands, hoving over Eames and watching him as he starts at at an easy, shallow rhythm.]

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[Eames doesn't mind being manhandled a bit anyway, or a lot, and he takes the opportunity to hike his thighs up on Arthur's hips. His head falls back with a long, drawn out noise of pleasure when Arthur's finally pressing into him, hands curling into fists in his own hair.]

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You're so fucking beautiful.

[Arthur's voice is thick as he picks up the pace to something a little less careful and a little more natural. It feels so good to be inside of Eames and to know that he's making him feel so good and that it's going to be even better when he bites him. Arthur can hear the heartbeat beneath Eames' skin almost as loud as his moans but he knows he has to wait - he's had enough practice to know when the perfect moment is.]

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[Eames curses again, eyebrows pulled together as he looks up at Arthur. He pushes his hands up Arthur's sides, around to his back, pressing hard with his fingertips like he's trying to find a grip to hold on to.]

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[Arthur's back arches under Eames' fingers and he lowers himself down to his elbows, kissing Eames' jaw once he's down there and murmuring a question about whether Eames wants it harder or not into his ear.]

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[Part of him always wants it harder, but this is good right now. Amazing. He shakes his head.]

This is perfect.

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[Arthur grunts and moans with the effort he's putting in right now, rolling his hips into Eames as he feels pressure begin to build low in his stomach. It's just a hint right now but he tries to make sure he focuses on the feedback he's getting from Eames, waiting for the right moment to bare his fangs, for now just kissing him messily and moaning against his lips.]

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[Eames arches under Arthur, dragging his nails down his back. There's no shortage of noise from Eames, and when he starts edging closer his moans get more desperate, he clings to Arthur and hooks his legs together at his back, his whole body tensing up as he tries to hold on to it long enough.]

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[Arthur can see the signs and when Eames really starts ramping up the noise he pulls away from Eames' face, groaning as he tries to concentrate on Eames' neck to find a good spot. It's a good thing he knows the layout there like the back of his hand - he's had to find safe spots to bite enough times that he recognizes them just by specific way the muscles curve under his lips. He doesn't waste a lot of time because Eames seems to be approaching the end very quickly, so after a moment at his chosen spot he scrapes his teeth across the skin and then sinks into it with sharp fangs.]

[The blood flowing into his mouth tastes and feels so good, and as always he forgets where he is for a second, fucking Eames on autopilot. A moment later he's back, picking up the pace just a touch to finish them both off as he drinks Eames' blood.]

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[Eames curses when he feels Arthur's fangs on his neck, one hand coming up to thread his fingers into Arthur's hair. When he feels Arthur break the skin, the pain slows him for a moment, but then a noise comes out of him that's practically a sob and his orgasm hits him long and hard. Thighs tightening at Arthur's sides and he tugs on Arthur's hair, totally lost to this right now.]

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[Arthur groans against Eames' neck, trying to catch all the blood he can as his orgasm starts to hit him and he rocks into Eames' hips with just a touch more force. He's going to keep going until he's done, moaning loudly and struggling too keep his mouth over the open wounds on Eames' neck.]

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[Eames holds on to Arthur for dear life, volume only increasing when Arthur fucks him that little bit harder. Even once his orgasm's passed he keeps moaning and shuddering and arching inder Arthur, desperate for everything he's got to give.]

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[Eventually Arthur slows to a stop, humming and moaning as he does, but he's too busy drinking from Eames' neck to pull out just yet. He puts his hand on Eames' hip and brushes his thumb back and forth to sooth him, staying just a little while longer until the punctures start to dry up and he sits up on his heels.]

[He knows how gruesome he must look, always looks when they do this, teeth and lips still red with blood as he looks down at Eames, but he needs to take the image of this in at least once more: this gorgeous man with his stomach and chest a sticky mess with bright red blood smeared up one side of his neck. Arthur puts both hands on Eames' hips like he's going to pull out but doesn't just yet, deciding he's going to catch his breath first.]

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[Eames looks up at Arthur with a heavy-lidded gaze; half fondness, half tiredness. He lifts a hand for Arthur's face, but it's too far so he just drops his arm to his side. Maybe it's a gruesome sight, but at this point Eames is so used to it all he sees is a gorgeous and satisfied man, one who fucked him so good he's still shuddering and letting out quiet moans.]

[Everything combined is catching up with him and Eames can feel himself starting to drift off, but he doesn't want to just yet and frowns.]

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[Arthur leans forward and cups Eames' face with one hand, gentle and caring.]

You okay?

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Mm, tired.

[Now that he's closer, Eames does manage to put a hand on Arthur's face, and looks a little less frowny.]

You fucked me pretty good.

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[Arthur smiles and shrugs a shoulder.]

I told you I missed you.

[As if he needs to justify his performance.]

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[Eames smiles and pats Arthur's cherk and shifts a little to get comfortable for sleep, or as much as he can with Arthur still inside him.]

I'm going to sleep.

[like within seconds of announcing it.]

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[Arthur sits up and sighs, taking a moment to think before he finally pulls out and detangles himself from Eames' legs. It'll be nice when Eames doesn't have to pass out right after Arthur bites him, if he still wants Arthur to bite him at all. It's such a mainstay in their sex life at this point Arthur has hard time picturing them stopping even if the blood isn't the same. He'll miss that, the way Eames' blood fires up every nerve in his body when it hits his tongue, but it's a small price to pay for everything else they'll get to experience together.]

[Anyway he gets rid of the condom, goes to the bathroom to wash up a little, then throws on some pants and goes to get his laptop to get some work done now that his brain is working so well. He sets up in bed next to his sticky, bloody boyfriend who he could maybe clean up a little but it seems weird and creepy to do it while he's nearly comatose. He'll just leave it for now.]

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[Well his sticky, bloody boyfriend did warn Arthur he'd have to clean up while he slept, and now that gross mess of a man is cuddling up to Arthur in his sleep. He turns on his side to get a little closer, resting his head on the edge of Arthur's thigh.]

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[Arthur pets Eames’ hair like he’s a cat and he’s content to sit here and let Eames use him as a pillow for now. He easily has a few hours of work and aimless internet surfing to do and if Eames doesn’t wake up in that time he’ll probably go find something else to do.]

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[Eames comes to semi-consciousness after a few hours, not really saying anything but he does turn his head to look at the laptop and then up at Arthur in that kind of tired daze where anything he can see is enough to keep his attention.]

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[Arthur looks down and smiles affectionately.]

Hey sleepyhead.

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Hey.

[Eames smiles back tiredly and stretches out.]

How long was I asleep?

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Few hours or so.

[He puts his laptop aside and starts to get up.]

Let me get you a washcloth.