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's absolutely amenable to that, nosing at Eames' jaw as he gets a little bit closer.]

I love you.

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I love you too.

[Eames hums at the attention and tilts his head a little to invite more of it, trying to position himself so he can slip an arm around Arthur at the same time.]

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[Arthur keeps on kissing Eames' face, melting into him and leaning against him with a slightly desperate sound.]

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[Eames holds Arthur tightly, soaking up all this attention like he needs it for something far more essential to his being more than just a little comfort.]

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[Arthur stays close, pressing himself against Eames and nosing at his jaw. He doesn't know how long the window is now that Eames has had vampire blood, so he doesn't want to take any chances putting this off, but still Eames has to be the one in charge here.]

Tell me when you're ready.

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[Eames takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through Arthur's head, tilting his head again to bare his neck for Arthur.]

Whenever you are.

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[Arthur pulls back, brushing his thumb along Eames' cheek and gazing at him like he's trying to commit this last moment to memory. He stretches up to press a kiss to Eames' temple and then bows his head to press his lips to Eames' neck.]

[He finds the scar tissue from past bites, but that's where the blood flow is relatively weak. He picked those spots for a reason, and now he has to find a new one, a place where he'll lose enough blood to pass out but not so fast that it'll send his brain into panic mode. When he finds it, he scrapes his fangs against the skin first as he always does, and then he bites down and hums as the taste of Eames' blood fills his mouth.]

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[Eames' breath catches on a gasp, fingers reflexively balling in Arthur's hair at that initial pain before Eames relaxes into it. There's always a rush when Arthur bites him, some mix of adrenaline and excitement that kicks up his pulse and brings him close to some stupid euphoria, but his breathing slows and evens out after some moments. He shifts to make himself a little more comfortable in Arthur's lap, still combing his fingers through Arthur's hair in a mix of affection and encouragement, resting the other on Arthur's chest.]

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[Arthur's anxiety about this makes it harder to take his time and enjoy it, so while he's not doubling down on the bite he is a little more deliberate and determined to get every drop of blood that escapes Eames' neck. It's just a little less gentle than usual but he wraps his arms around Eames, rubbing his back to soothe him as he drinks.]

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[Eames hums softly, eyes falling shut while he tries to enjoy this like he always has instead of focusing on what's coming, or not coming if they somehow manage to fuck this up. Which, if they did, Eames would be impressed if not for being dead.]

[He can't really move or do much of anything, and he's not feeling the tiredness creep up on him just yet, so he licks his lips and focuses on the feeling of Arthur at his neck.]

You know, I still remember the first time you bit me during sex.

[He's not expecting a reply, obviously, but he pauses for a moment anyway.]

Had no idea I'd come so fucking fast.

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[Arthur makes a noise against Eames' neck, an amused and affirmative sound to indicate he remembers too. It was a shock for both of them - Arthur had never had someone be that into it before.]

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[Eames rests his hand at the back of Arthur's head, idly scratching his scalp.]

I think that might have been the best night's sleep I've had in my adult life.

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[Arthur hums, sparing a moment to pull away. He’s relaxing a little, letting himself enjoy the last time he’s ever going to drink Eames’ blood fresh from the source.]

I remember, I was worried about you.

[He drags his tongue up over Eames’ collarbone to catch the blood trickling from the wound on his neck. He can already tell this particular bit was in a much more concentrated area for bloodflow.]

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[Despite himself, the tiniest moan slips out at the feel of Arthur's tongue up his neck, but Eames ignores the shiver it sends up his spine with a quiet laugh.]

I don't know what it is that makes this feel so good. Even right now...

[He trails off, a little unfocussed, catching up with himself a moment or two later.]

Maybe just because it's you.

[There's an admission he probably wouldn't make if he wasn't starting to feel it.]

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[Arthur hums.]

You never let anyone else bite you to find out.

[He sucks at the bite for a moment.]

Not that I would have wanted that.

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[He starts to shake his head, just barely managing to to stop himself.]

Don't trust anyone else.

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[Arthur makes an amused noise.]

Me neither.

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You never treated me like I was just food. I know some of those others would.

[Doesn't exactly inspire trust,vsome of those others. Makes a guy think he'd die pretty quick with them.]

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[Arthur sits back to look at him, knowing how ironic it must be coming from a guy with Eames' blood staining his teeth and smudging the side of his mouth, but what he's about to say feels like it has to be said.]

You never were just food.

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I know.

[He smiles sleepily at Arthur, curling his fingers under his chin affectionately and gently swiping away a little blood at the corner of Arthur's mouth.]

I've had to talk you into biting me enough times to know better.

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[Arthur meets Eames' look with an intense gaze of his own. Eames' blood has his mind clear, and he absorbs each word with laser-like focus. He replies with a tone that comes from deep in his chest, like he means this with every inch of his soul.]

I love you so much, Eames.

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[For a moment, he doesn't even know how to react to that. Eames glances down and away like he's embarrassed, shaking his head at his own reaction.]

You're such a sap.

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Yeah.

[Arthur brings his hand up to the side of Eames' face. He's too overcome with emotion to care about being called a sap right now; he's focused on what they're doing and how they're going to get there.]

How are you feeling?

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A little tired.

[Eames looks back up at Arthur and sighs.]

Come on, bite me again.

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[Arthur takes a deep breath and pulls Eames closer, nosing into the other side of his neck. He doesn't waste much time here, finding another spot with heavier blood flow and then sinking his teeth into him.]