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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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?

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[He's about to say that he feels good, but Eames stops to really think about it. There's this hunger in him, something more than he's ever experienced before. It cuts right to the core of him, this intense hunger that feels impossible to satisfy.]

... Hungry.

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[Arthur takes a deep breath and turns to look at the mug on the nightstand. There’s a pang of guilt he wasn’t anticipating over the realization that Eames is now tied to this, but it only causes him a moment’s hesitation as he picks up the mug and offers it to Eames.]

Here.

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[It's sort of funny, only a day ago the taste of blood made him gag, but now... Eames takes the mug and barely has a chance to consider it before he's gulping down mouthfuls of blood, fangs out of their own accord and scraping against the edge of the mug.]

[Apparently biting instincts aren't up on modern conveniences. He's gonna have to work on that.]

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[Arthur puts his hand on Eames’ knee and looks around the room, waiting patiently.]

I can heat up some more if you want.

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[Eames nods over the rim of the mug. He feels like he's been starving for months and this is his first chance to eat-- really he knows the hunger is always like this at the beginning, a craving you have to learn to control. That doesn't mean he was prepared for how overwhelming it would be, or the way the packaged stuff barely scratches that itch.]

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[Arthur gets up to go out to the kitchen, grabbing another blood packet out of the fridge and pouring it into another mug to put in the microwave. It occurs to him that he has no desire to drink any himself and he wonders how long he can go on all the blood he got from Eames before he falls back to his regular levels of hunger. By the time the microwave signals that it’s finished he still doesn’t have any idea and he dismisses it as he brings the mug back to Eames.]

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[Eames smiles when Arthur comes back and takes the mug in a hand. He reaches to take Arthur's wrist with his other hand and gently pull him over to sit with him.]

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[Arthur smiles and crawls into bed with him, cuddling up right away with a sigh.]

I can’t tell you how long this twenty four hours has been.

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[Eames smiles, forcing himself to take a little more time with this one, and he wraps an arm around Arthur.]

Well, I'm here now.

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You are.

[Arthur sits up to look at Eames' face with a smile.]

And as I suspected, you are the most gorgeous vampire I've ever seen.

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[Eames grins at the praise and lifts his hand to Arthur's face, brushing his thumb back and forth affectionately.]

I love you.

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[Arthur leans in, brushing Eames' nose with his own.]

I love you too.

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[Blindly, Eames puts his mug aside and puts his other hand on Arthur's face, holding it in his hands to pull him in for a kiss.]

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[Arthur melts into it, humming happily and putting a hand on Eames' chest as he tastes the blood still on Eames' lips.]

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[Eames leans up into Arthur, letting go of his face to loop his arms around his neck.]