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 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.]

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[Eames' reaction is a lot sharper this time; he gasps and digs his fingers in where he's been holding on to Arthur and his back arches slightly. He makes a slightly desperate noise, holding himself close to Arthur.]

[This time, he can feel himself getting a little colder as Arthur drinks, something he's totally unaccustomed to except in the dead of winter, and it calls to mind some memories he'd rather keep buried. He lets out another noise and presses himself as close to Arthur as he can-- it's not like that time. This is good.]

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[Arthur pulls his teeth out right away this time to suck at the bite instead. He can feel Eames' heart rate picking up as his body tries to compensate for the lack of blood and he knows that if panic is going to set it it's probably going to start now. He rests his hands on Eames' waist, firm but not too much to make him feel like he couldn't pull away if he wanted to.]

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[Eames clings as much as he still has the strength to, trying to isolate the feeling of Arthur's hands on him to keep himself calm.]

[The panic starts to build when he feels himself slipping out of consciousness, but Eames forces himself to take some deep breaths, try to settle down and let it happen. It doesn't take long after that before he's slowly slumping against Arthur, body lax and unresponsive as his breathing and heartbeat start to slow without that pesky consciousness ruining everything.]

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[Arthur wraps his arms around Eames when he feels him go limp, drinking until this bite dries up and then slowly and gently rolling Eames over and laying him down on the bed.]

[Now that Eames is at this stage, the only choices are to follow through or call an ambulance. The fleeting thought that this is all going to fail and he's never going to speak to Eames again, see him wake up, be with him ever again, they all enter his mind but he has to commit and finish this. He has to have faith.]

[He shifts Eames to make sure he'll be comfortable, worrying a little too much about every detail as if it'll make any part of this process smoother. He holds Eames' hand for just another second or two before he leans down over his neck. It doesn't take long to find the artery, despite Eames' weakening pulse, and it's only a brief hesitation before he sinks his fangs into Eames' neck once more.]

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[Death, under these particular circumstances, is nothing remarkable for Eames. As far as he's aware, it mostly just feels like waking up from a really good nap. A 24 hour nap, but nevertheless.]

[His body, on the hand, has a very different idea of events. Waking up isn't gentle, it's like being violently thrown into consciousness and he wakes up with a loud gasp for air like he's been suffocated. Eames comes to in a panic, that feeling like he shouldn't be here, clutching at his chest and looking around wildly.]

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[Arthur’s waiting by the wall with his arms crossed when Eames wakes up. He’s cleaned him up and heated up some blood to get ready for this but it still startles him softly when Eames comes to. Any relief he should feel is quickly eclipsed by the need to calm Eames down and gain control of the situation, so he puts his hands up like he’s going to physically hold him down but stops just short, realizing that being pinned down might not exactly be as soothing as he wants it to be.]

Hey, hey, you’re okay.

[At least in relative terms, Eames is okay.]

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[Arthur's voice helps tether Eames to the here and now and he sits up slowly, pushing his hands through his hair. He's still panting softly, still a little out of it, but he can calm down. He's okay.]

[He's okay.]

[The realisation that he's awake and Arthur's here hits him just as suddenly as waking up, and he starts to laugh.]

Holy shit.

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[Arthur sits down on the edge of the bed, putting a hand on Eames’ back. He’s happy but he’s on the lookout for anything that might give Eames cause to freak out more.]

How do you feel?