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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[Eames desperately babbles out something to tell Arthur how good it is, practically trembling in Arthur's grip with how overwhelmed he is. At this point it's even harder than he ever imagined and he wanted it hard and fast, but that orgasm is coming really quickly and Eames is almost sad it's going to be over soon, even if rationally he knows there's no possible way he could take this for too long.]

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[Arthur lets out a growl as he feels his stomach start to tighten up, but he manages some words to warn Eames that he's going to come soon. It's only going to be a few more moments but it's like he manages to find another half gear as he tries to fuck the orgasm out of Eames before he finishes.]

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[His legs definitely give way at that, and Eames rattles off a near endless stream of curses and pleas when he comes. His whole body shakes and he tries to find purchase by grabbing at the sheers agan, hands twisting in the fabric and back arching while he comes harder than he's pretty sure he ever has before.]

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[Arthur's at the edge already and that helps send him over, cursing and growling and moaning, holding Eames' hips up throughout. He barely even realizes that he's supporting Eames' wait until he slows to a stop and looks down. He pulls out right away, slow and with a soft moan, and then he's careful finally letting go of Eames' hips where he'll probably be terribly bruised and then healed up within the next 24 hours.]

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[Eames' hips fall when Arthur lets them go and he moans weakly, still trembling, out of breath because his brain hasn't caught the memo on not needing to breathe yet.]

[He really can't move or speak or thibk yet, he's an oversensitised mess and thoroughly blessed out.]

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[Arthur sits back, letting his body unwind and watching Eames to make sure he's okay.]

Hey.

[He reaches out to put his hand on Eames' back, his tone gentle as he smiles.]

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[Eames hums and shivers, slowly turning on his side so Arthur can see his face and how happy he is right now. He just needs some time to recover.]

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[Arthur smiles affectionately and lays down in front of Eames, hand moving to his chest.]

I forgot I could go that hard.

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It was good.

[Eames shifts a little to get comfortable, curling up on himself with another soft moan.]

Better than I thought it would be.

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[Arthur gets closer and noses in to Eames' face.]

You'll have to return the favour when you feel up to it.

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[Eames sighs softly and opens his eyes to look at Arthur with a worn out smile. Voice a little hoarse from all that noise he was making.]

I don't know if I can match you.

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You don't have to.

[He kisses Eames' cheek.]

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[He wants to though. He wants to be that strong. It wasn't something he'd even considered before, but now...]

[There's time for that though. And right now he has a handsome man's attention, something Eames intends to fully indulge in.]

For now I think I need to recover.

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Yeah.

[The fresh blood in Arthur's system has him recovering very quickly and he's already feeling like he could get up and run a mile. Eames needs him here, though, so he's going to stay and hold him for as long as it takes.]

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[Eames, on the other hand, is feeling hungry and he can't ignore it anymore. Not with all the energy he just spent on that sex. He frowns a little at the thought of moving and looks pitifully at Arthur to garner some sympathy. Arthur did this to him, after all.]

I think I need to eat-- Drink.

[Turns out it's not any easier to get his head around that one as a vampire.]

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[Arthur noses at him for another moment and then pulls away with a soft smile.]

I'll get you some more blood and maybe a snack. You stay here and rest up.

[He leans in for another kiss and then rolls away to get out of bed, not bothering with any clothes before he heads out to the kitchen.]

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[Eames absolutely shifts on the bed to watch Arthur walk out of the room. What a great butt on that man, good work. While he's out of the room, Eames stretches out to try and get rid of some of that soreness. It doesn't really work, but he tried.]

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[There's something nice about hanging out in his kitchen completely naked, still all gross from the sex he just had. He gets some blood out first, finding the biggest mug they have so Eames doesn't have to come back for seconds so soon.]

[He also puts on some toast. Eating always makes him feel a little bit more human and Eames hasn't had a bite of food since he woke up. He'll need the blood, but some simple toast and butter might be a good way to make him feel a little better in general in case he's freaked out about this whole bloodlust thing.]

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[Some realities are setting in d
for Eames while he's alone. It hasn't been long at all, an hour and a half at the absolute most, and this is the first time Arthur's been out of his sight for longer than a couple of minutes.]

[The thing he's surprisingly aware of is how... Temperate he is. After sex like that he should be all hot and flushed and a sweaty mess, but he's none of that. Not even a hint of moisture on him (except for jizz-related dampness anyway) and he's realising he hasn't been out of breath since he got relaxed either.]

[He's gonna miss that. For a while, anyway. Eames expects he'll forget all about it eventually.]

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[Arthur returns with the warm mug and a plate of toast as soon as it's all ready to go, smiling as he brings it in, sitting down on the edge of the bed and holding them both up for Eames to start with whichever one he pleases. This whole process has already been much smoother than it could have been and Arthur's happy for that, just looking to provide more comfort as Eames gets used to his new life.]

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[Eames gasps when he sees the plate of toast and pushes himself to sit up with a grunt of pain and discomfort so he can take the plate.]

You're amazing, thank you.

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[Arthur smiles and puts the mug on the nightstand so he can rest one hand on Eames' knee.]

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[Eames immediately takes the chance to shimmy into Arthur's space, trying to manoeuvre himself to lean back against Arthur's chest without getting up or doing anything that would make it easier.]

My arse really hurts.

[There's a laugh in his voice as he says it, it's obviously not something he's upset about.]

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[Arthur accommodates Eames with a hum, wrapping an arm loosely around his waist.]

I'm sorry.

[He sounds amused but still apologetic.]

I knew you'd tell me to stop if it was too much, but maybe I did go a little overboard.

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No, it was perfect.

[He rests a hand on Arthur's forearm, another pleased hum as he settles and starts eating that toast.]

I fuess I'll be getting an idea of how quickly I can heal and recover tonight.