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 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?

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You are.

[Arthur says this like he's a little offended by this revelation.]

At first I thought you just hadn't cooled off yet but by now you should have...

[Arthur puts his hand over Eames' heart like he's trying to see if he somehow botched it and half-turned him, but he would have heard a heartbeat by now anyway. Nope, Eames is fully undead, he's just still running hot. What bullshit.]

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[Eames laughs again and kisses Arthur's cheek, kinda smug about still running hot.]

Lucky for you, mm?

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I'm jealous.

[He holds Eames a little tighter.]

I'm always cold.

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Now you have me.

[Eames kisses him again and stays nuzzling his cheek afterwards.]

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And I can't tell you how happy I am about that.

[It easily could be a sarcastic statement but there's definitely a shmoopy element to his tone as he nuzzles Eames back.]

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[Eames hums happily and lifts a hand to cup Arthur's cheek, pulling back to look at his face and just... Take it in.]

Thank you.

[It might be a weird thing to say, but Eames feels like it's important, gaze intent as he looks at Arthur.]

Not just for this, but... These years have been wonderful. Even the things I hated were completely worth it for you. I would've been happy growing old and dying so long as I still had you, I want you to know that.

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[To Arthur’s credit he doesn’t get bashful and look away, meeting Eames’ gaze with a happy and gentle smile.]

I know. I feel the same way..

[His hand goes to Eames’ side and he brushes his palm up and down.]

These have been the best years of my life too. I’m... excited that they never have to end now.

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[Eames reflects that smile, brushing his thumb back and forth along Arthur's cheek.]

I love you so much more than I thought I had in me.

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[He does get a little bashful at that, his smile cracking into a laugh as he briefly looks away.]

I didn't even know I had it in me at all.

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[Eames sits up a little so he can lean up and kiss Arthur's forehead, and follow it up with a quick kiss on the lips. He settles back against Arthur's chest to go back to drinking his blood, exceedingly happy with the current situation.]

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[Arthur's happy with this too, getting his arm around Eames tightly now and settling in for some good cuddling. He loves his boyfriend so much.]

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[Eames hums and downs the rest of his blood, deciding he doesn't need to pretend to have dignity and take his time. Immediately turning his head to nose at Arthur's face again for a kiss this time.]

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[Arthur kisses him back, humming happily.]

I get to kiss you after I've had blood now.

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[Eames laughs.]

I feel weird about looking forward to that.

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I never thought I'd be like that.

[He lifts his hand to run his fingers through Eames' hair.]

Mal and Dom used to make out while they were drinking from me. I guess I get that temptation now.

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[Eames makes a noise that comes out like a low rumble in his chest and shifts a little. He definitely sees the appeal there, but it might just be the idea of fresh blood. Or maybe the idea of drinking from Arthur. He's not sure.]

[He's just gonna choose to deal with this feeling by going in for another kiss.]

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[Arthur hums and kisses Eames back, already thinking about sharing blood with Eames when they get to that stage. Eames isn't near ready to drink direct from a human without Arthur holding onto him to make sure he doesn't go overboard. When they get to that point they're really going to enjoy thought, he thinks.]

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[Eames arches a little with a gentle sigh, humming happily into the kiss. He's still thinking about the taste of blood on Arthur's lips and if he wasn't so sore he'd definitely be angling for another round. He might end up comatose fo a week if he tried though, and he's actually quite excited about staying up with Arthur without needing to take a quick nap or two for it.]

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[They spend a lot of time that first night just cuddling. Arthur makes sure Eames drinks all the blood he needs to get through it and by the time morning comes they're ready to settle in for the night. It's nice to lay down with Eames and know he's still going to be there when he wakes up. It's always been something he selfishly wanted but now it's a necessity; neither of them can leave the room in daylight hours, though he's already made plans to black out the entire apartment.]

[The next night Arthur doesn't really know what to do to keep acclimating Eames to his new life, so he has no plans when he wakes up. He mostly wants to cuddle a bit more.]

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[Eames has gotten up for a shower after some early evening cuddling, spent some time marvelling at the lack of bruising left on him when he has a lot of memories of bruises that just wouldn't seem to fade even after a week.]

[He comes back to the bedroom, clean as a whistle and totally nude, sipping some blood as he comes to sit at the edge of the bed near Arthur.]

Is it strange that I miss the bruises?

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[Arthur checks him out shamelessly as he walks in, but he shrugs at his question.]

It's proof that something happened, I guess.

[He tilts his head to look at Eames' hip where a bruise should be but isn't.]

I always felt bad for leaving them on you, though.

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I liked them.

[He tilts his head a little in thought.]

Never really thought about why. Maybe I just liked being with someone strong enough to leave a perfect, lasting print of his hand on my hips.