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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I love you too.

[He squeezes Arthur's hand again.]

Anything else we need to plan out before you get irreparably soppy?

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[Arthur gets up out of his chair, still holding on to Eames’ hand as he comes around the corner of the table and slips into Eames’ lap.]

That ship has sailed.

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[Eames laughs and wraps an arm around him, pressing his face against Arthur's shoulder with a kiss.]

Disgusting.

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[Arthur noses at the top of Eames' head.[

I can't think of anything else right now. I just have to figure out how to preserve the mattress.

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[Eames breathes a quiet chuckle against Arthur's shoulder, pressing another kiss to it before electing to just rest his cheek there instead.]

We can use my bed. I don't remember the last time I slept in it anyway.

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[Arthur brings his hand up to brush his fingers through Eames' hair.]

It's still a perfectly good mattress. I'll have to see if I can get a really good mattress protector.

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Okay.

[No protests from Eames. Though the thought of making such a mess trips him a little, tensing just briefly at the image it conjures of him on the bed in a pool of blood.]

We can afford a new one if not.

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Mm.

[Arthur’s done talking about this.]

How was your day?

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Boring.

[He sighs.]

Went to the park, read a book. Threw the book away because a bird shit on it.

[riveting stuff]

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[Arthur nods.]

What do you want for dinner?

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I think I'm in the mood for something spicy.

[He lifts his head to look at Arthur with a playful expression.]

Get my temperature up a bit.

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[Arthur raises an eyebrow and leans back to look at him with a grin.]

Cajun?

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[He makes a noise like just the suggestion alone is something he's wanted forever.]

Yes. That sounds perfect.

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I guess that means I have to get out of your lap.

[Arthur's just going to touch Eames' chest instead.]

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[He looks pretty amused by this, but he doesn't try to move Arthur or anything.]

It might help.

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[Arthur laughs softly and eventually gets out of Eames' lap to let him make dinner.]

[A week later, their roles are reversed. Arthur's just finishing up dinner, plating a steak and a salad for Eames and trying to tell himself that he's doing this for Eames and not for himself.]

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[Eames fully believes there's an ulterior motive here, but he doesn't care because he loves steak and he loves it even more when someone else makes it. He smiles when Arthur sets the plate down and strokes a hand down his arm in a silent thanks.]

Smells amazing.

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[Arthur gives him a smile and takes Eames' hand, squeezing it briefly before he lets go and turns away to pick up the glass of wine he's been nursing since he woke up. He's been drinking the bare minimum of blood the past few days and he feels a bit empty, like he's running on fumes, but he's had enough that he can spare his own blood for Eames and so he won't be too desperate to drink too fast once he bites him.]

[As much as he's gotten used to the idea, the anticipation of that moment when Eames' heart stops beating is still making him a little sick to his stomach, but he's well past vocalizing that or even showing it much at all. Instead he just sighs and leans on the counter.]

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[Eames has been dealing with his anxiety by focusing on anything except how he's going to die tonight. The idea that they could mess it up somehow is hard to shake, but he can at least push it to the back of his mind in favour of focusing how good this food is. Eames digs in with a noise of pleasure at the first mouthful.]

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Can I have a bite?

[Arthur nods to the steak and makes his way back to the table, putting his hand on Eames' shoulder and sitting down next to him.]

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Sure.

[He cuts off a piece and lifts the fork to feed it to Arthur.]

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[Arthur hums appreciation as he chews the steak, sitting back and smiling at Eames.]

So how was your day?

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[There's not really a good way to say "I spent the whole day anxiously thinking about the fact that my boyfriend is going to kill me tonight to the point that I'm intensely stressed about it," so he just sighs and shrugs a shoulder.]

Nothing special.

[He pauses to put a hand on Arthur's thigh and give an affectionate squeeze.]

I took all this time off to get ready for tonight, but it's been kind of boring without you or work to keep me busy.

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[Arthur nods thoughtfully.]

Well, I don't think boredom's going to be much of a problem after tonight.

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[Eames goes back to his food.]

At least we'll be bored together if it is.