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 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.

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[Arthur lets out a dry laugh and gets comfortable again.]

That and a bite mark on your neck.

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[God, there's something he hadn't considered at all. He can't imagine Arthur would have any interest in biting him now, what with how his blood isn't alive anymore and it feels like a huge loss all of a sudden, like something to mourn. It's been such an important part of their relationship for so long, so much so that Eames actively worked to get it back after the Incident, and to suddenly lose it is such a shocking blow he hadn't anticipated.]

[He won't bother Arthur with all that though, shaking his head and looking down at him with a light smirk.]

Maybe I liked being marked by you.

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[Arthur smiles affectionately up at him, reaching out to touch whatever part of him is closest.]

I liked that too. Being able to see that you were mine.

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I'm yours, am I?

[He raises an eyebrow at Arthur. Not protesting, but he's never heard him say that before. He kind of likes it.]

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In a romantic way, not a possessive creepy vampire way.

[An important distinction.]

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[Eames laughs softly and reaches over to comb his fingers through Arthur's hair. He's almost okay with the notion of it in a creepy possessive way, but he's not going to admit it. Honestly he's not comfortable with what it says about him, and maybe it's some weird "being all focused on his sire" vampire thing.]

It's funny, sometimes I'd admire them in the mirror.

[He sighs softly, glancing down at his mug.]

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[Arthur hums at the affection, closing his eyes sleepily.]

You’ll just have to admire them faster, I guess.

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[Eames sighs, happy to spend a while just petting Arthur's hair. They've got nothing to do tonight as far as he knows, and Arthur's being a lazy cat at the moment apparently.]

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Come here.

[It’s a lazy request to match his disposition as he reaches out for Eames, trying to entice him in closer so they can make out, ideally with Eames on top of him.]

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[Eames puts his mug down and slips into bed to lay half on Arthur and nose at his face for a kiss with a smile.]

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[Arthur puts his hand on the back of Eames' neck and kisses him, lazy but quickly getting hungrier because Eames is naked and Arthur is naked and they're in bed and he's still feeling quite energetic despite also feeling so relaxed.]

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[Eames shifts a little more to straddle Arthur's hips and lean down into the kiss with his elbows down either side of Arthur's head.]

Still full of me-energy?

[He murmurs it against Arthur's lips with a pointed press of his ass down against Arthur's hips.]

Because I think we can burn off a little more.

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[Arthur hums, reaching down to give Eames' ass a squeeze.]

Show me how strong you've gotten.

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[Eames smirks at Arthur and rocks his hips down against him, shifting a little to make sure he's getting that real good dick-to-ass action when Eames sits up.]

I don't know. Might break the bed if I rode you as hard as I'm thinking right now.

[He doubts it, but the risk is alluring.]

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I can afford a new bed.

[He bites his lip and looks Eames up and down, hands resting on Eames' hips now.]

Is your ass already recovered, then?

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I've had a lot of blood.

[Eames arches his back a little for show, leaning back with a pleased noise.]

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[Arthur's hands find their way down Eames' thighs as he smiles. He's happy to do this any way Eames wants right now, he just needs to get rid of some excess energy.]

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[Eames hums lightly, rolling his hips down firmly until he feels something stir on Arthur's part. Even without the direct stimulation it's a turn-on, and Eames drops a hand down to help himself along there.]