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 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.

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[Eames doesn't really want Arthur to get out of the bed, but being a little less disgusting sounds really good so he'll allow it. Eames is just going to lay back and wait.]

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[Arthur’s back quickly, holding a damp washcloth. He sits back down on the bed and brushes Eames’ hair back with his free hand while he gently wipes away the dried blood on his neck.]

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Wait--

[He pushes Arthur's hand away, but it's just so he can sit up and lean back against him, closing his eyes with a little sigh.]

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[Arthur adjusts to accommodate Eames with a smile and then he goes back to wiping up Eames’ neck. Once it’s all mopped up he moves to Eames’ stomach, kissing Eames’ temple and humming affectionately.]

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[Eames grins widely at the attention and rests a hand on Arthur's leg. He could easily go back to sleep like this, but he'll try not to, instead just tilting his head toward Arthur's lips with a sigh and closed eyes.]

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[Arthur grins too, nosing at Eames’ hair.]

God, look at you.

[That’s what Arthur’s doing right now and he’s really enjoying it.]

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What?

[He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at Arthur with a slight frown.]

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I’m just admiring how gorgeous you are.

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[Eames settles back again with a nod; that's acceptable. Eames would admire how gorgeous he is too if he were in Arthur's place.]

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[Arthur laughs softly and continues, careful to actually clean up and not just smear the mess around. Once that's done he successfully tosses the cloth into the laundry hamper and then wraps both arms around Eames comfortably.]

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[Eames leans back against Arthur with another happy sigh, resting his hands on Arthur's forearms and settling in to stay like this for a little while. He's just really overcome with affection for this man right now (and part of him looking forward to Arthur not being able to tell he's having Emotions because of how he sounds or feels or whatever,) and it could be the fact he's still not fully awake, or the tenderness Arthur's taking care of him with, but Eames can't stop himself murmuring a gentle declaration of love as he settles.]

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[Arthur hums a response in kind, giving Eames a gentle squeeze.]

Maybe you should go back to sleep.

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[Eames shakes his head and turns a little so he can look at Arthur properly, obviously still sleepy but he's fully lucid and lifts a hand to trail his fingers along Arthur's jaw.]

I have this time off, and we don't get to actually sleep together much.

[He tilts his head a little and smiles.]

Plus I might as well get used to this "sleeping all day" thing.

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[Arthur smiles back at him but his eyebrows knit together in mild concern.]

That'll come naturally.

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[Eames gives Arthur a flat look in response. He knows that, it was just flavour for a cute statement that Arthur's ruining.]

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[Arthur sighs, almost apologetic.]

I just think you should soak up every bit of daylight that you still can.

[He puts his palm flat on Eames' stomach and drags it up to his chest.]

Just because you went and got this beautiful tan doesn't mean I think you should quit sunlight all together yet.