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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[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.]

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[Arthur hums again and lets his hand fall to Eames' hip. Eventually he pulls away and rests his forehead against Eames' with a sigh - he's finding himself full of energy but he wants to give Eames all the time he needs to get up to speed.]

Do you feel better now?

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Yeah.

[Eames keeps his arms where they are are and closes his eyes with a soft sigh.]

I'm still... I'm still hungry, but the way Mal described it I think it's just something I have to get used to unless I plan on going out biting people every other night.

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[Arthur hums the affirmative.]

You don't notice it after a while. You can have as much of the blood from the fridge as you want, though.

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What about you?

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I'm running on almost a gallon of your fresh blood right now. I won't even feel hungry again for a few days, and when I do I have some of yours stored up anyway.

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You've got more than some.

[He says it very much in the tone of voice of a man who is "up to something" and gets out of bed to go to the wardrobe.]

[What is he hiding? It's a mystery and Arthur will just have to come and see.]