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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, 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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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.

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[Arthur noses at the back of Eames' neck, noting the lack of sweat and deciding he doesn't want to think about how he feels about that.]

If you drink enough blood you should be fine by the morning.

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[Eames nods, thinking that over and considering how much blood he's already put away. Arthur usually only has a few in a night at most that he's aware of, and Eames is about to gulp down his third in just a couple of hours. Idly he wonders how long it'll take him to get that kind of control as he chews on a bite of toast, he's already been pretty restrained considering some part of him wants to start drinking and never stop. A little glad he's in no state to go anywhere tonight, truthfully he doesn't know if he could stop himself from tearing into the first living person he saw.]

[Anyway, he's looking forward to sitting tomorrow without have to sit awkwardly to avoid any pain. It's just a lot to consider, and he'd rather not bankrupt the both of them because he doesn't know how to pace himself.]

It was worth it.

[He turns his head to look at Arthur with a sly smile.]

It was even better than I imagined.

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Ah, you've been thinking about this.

[Arthur shakes his head with a smile.]

I'm still a bit surprised it's the first thing you wanted to do.

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I told you, I've been thinking about it ever since I found out how strong you are.

[It absolutely wasn't an exaggeration, Eames has been sad Arthur would probably rip him apart if he went at it like that for years.]

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Well you're only going to get better at taking it now.

[Arthur says it like he's already exhausted by the concept of fucking Eames that hard ever again.]

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[Eames laughs and puts his plate aside, munching down that last bit of toast happily.]

I'm sure I can wait a while until next time.

[He hums thoughtfully and gestures vaguely with said toast.]

A couple of days at least.

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[Arthur laughs and puts his head down on Eames' shoulder before he thoughtfully continues.]

I might not even be able to go that hard again.

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Oh-- Still running on... Me?

[He trails off a little, eyes narrowed as he tries to process what he's just said. It's not discomfort, it's an extended version of what he's already used to. But the concept of sitting in the arms of a man who killed him, who's still pumped up from said kill. It's a bit of a bizarre concept to get his head around.]

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Mmhmm.

[Arthur sighs and leans his head back against the headboard.]

I guess it doesn't really give me extra strength, but the energy is helpful.

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[Eames leans with Arthur, reaching for the mug and cupping it in both hands and taking a small sip.]

It's strange. Just twenty-six hours ago drinking blood made me gag.

[Now he can't get enough]

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[Arthur moves his hand across Eames' stomach affectionately.]

Luckily the whole process rewires your brain or something. I can't imagine having to deal with being undead and having to warm up to a taste that humans are predisposed to hate while we're alive.

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[Eames nods along, makes sense.]

Strange to think I'm technically dead too.

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Mm.

[Arthur doesn't really think of it as being dead, though he does think of the night he was turned as the night he died more often than not. He's certainly had more of life by several definitions of the word in the past couple centuries but his heart also hasn't beat once in all that time either. It's a weird distinction.]

[In any case he doesn't really feel like getting into that philosophical discussion right now unless Eames breaches the subject, settling for feeling up his boyfriend's stomach and chest instead, which he does with a frown after a moment.]

You're still so warm though.

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[Eames turns a little to nuzzle at Arthur's cheek affectionately, laughing softly at the comment about how warm he is.]

Am I?