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 grins back at him, but he'll leave it. He's already had his fun.]

Why don't we get some of that expensive whiskey, hm? I think we're very much in the celebration phase of this whole thing.

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I guess we are.

[Arthur almost gets up from the table but thinks better of it and stops just in time to make it look like he's shifting in his seat. He catches the bartenders eye instead and beckons her over so he can ask for a couple glasses of the expensive whiskey. She seems quite amused by the both of them, which isn't great for Arthur, but he knows she won't gossip about him and hopefully they'll continue their mutually respectful relationship.]

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[He hadn't even considered the fact that most of the people in here can probably hear them, not until he catches the look on her face, to which Eames' response is to smile sweetly as if he's never done or said anything awful in his life.]

[When she goes back to the bar, Eames leans toward Arthur and lowers his voice a little, putting a hand on his thigh in a gesture of affection.]

Thank you.

[He hasn't forgotten about the humans in the back, but focusing on Arthur makes it... Easier. That desire to rush across and drain them both dry is less persistent than it was when they walked in.]

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[Eames' hand on him and the tone of his voice ground him a little, pushing out all his thoughts of being mortified and leaving him feeling just happy. He leans in a little too and picks up his glass, holding it up.]

Cheers.

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Cheers.

[He grins and clinks his glass against Arthur's and shifts to sit a little closer to him with a soft sigh.]

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[Arthur takes a sip after their glasses clink and then rests his drink on the table, shifting closer as well so he can lift his head to kiss Eames' temple. It's just a quick kiss - he's not looking to start making out in this bar or anything - but affectionate and loving all the same.]

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[Eames breathes a soft laugh at the kiss and turns his head up to give Arthur a quick peck on the lips and goes back to sipping his drink.]

This is good.

[He holds up the glass to look at it.]

How much did you say the bottle was? One-fifty?

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Around there, as far as I remember.

[He takes another sip and enjoys it with a hum.]

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I might buy one to bring home.

[Eames follows suit, taking a sip and sighing thoughtfully, and then nudges Arthur with a playful smirk.]

Or you could treat your boytoy.

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[A man with less composure might choke on his drink, but Arthur just finishes a long pull and puts it down with a dry look at Eames.]

Why don't we finish these and then buy it on our way out.

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Sounds good.

[He's in no rush-- well, he's in a little of a rush to be somewhere with less living people around, but not enough to make him push through his drink at any speed. Eames just sighs softly and looks down at his hand on Arthur's leg and rubs his thumb back and forth affectionately.]

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[Arthur wants to get home just so he can smother this man with affection, so the whiskey goes a bit quicker than it might otherwise. He flitts with Eames aa much as he deems respectable and when Eames takes his last drink he nods to the bar and asks if he’s ready to go.]

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Yeah.

[He leans over to give Arthur a quick peck on the cheek and stands, waiting for Arthur so they can get that bottle and get out of here.]

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[Arthur lightly rests his hand on Eames' back as they head toward the bar, sticking close again to make sure he's ready in case Eames gets distracted by the humans in the back.]

[They make a little more small talk with the bartender; she can tell Eames is new to this and she's particularly amused by this new side of the regularly straight-laced Arthur she's seeing, but she doesn't keep them too long once they've settled up and have their bottle of whiskey in hand. As they walk out, Arthur drops his free hand to hold Eames', going back the way they came to avoid too many more close brushes with any humans.]

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[Eames occasionally glances over at what he can see of those humans, swallowing hard when one of them tilts their head and he finds himself thinking about how easy it would be to sink his teeth into that vein and feel hot blood splash against his tongue.]

[Soon enough though Arthur's finished buying the bottle and Eames shakes it off with medium success, casting a last glance in their direction before he leaves with Arthur. Eames sticks close the whole way back, beyond ready to just be at home.]

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[Arthur doesn't talk too much, deciding they can debrief when they get home and they're definitely clear of any distractions. When he gets through the door he breathes out a sigh that might be relief and he finds a place to put down the bottle of whiskey before taking off his jacket and finding Eames for some light affection.]

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[The second they're back, it's like a weight Eames wasn't even aware of being lifted off his shoulders. He's so much more relieved than he even imagined he'd be, and he exhales a sigh as he gets rid of his jacket and moves through to the kitchen. There's no doubt certain things have left him with blood on the mind and he grabs a pack out of the fridge, not bothering to pour it into a mug or even heat it up, he just bites straight into the bag and starts sucking the blood out.]

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[Arthur thinks that's a little gross but he gets it, so he comes up behind Eames and wraps his arms around him from behind, slouching enough to rest his cheek between Eames' shoulder blades.]

You did well tonight.

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[Eames makes a noise that might be "thanks" and puts a hand on Arthur's arm. He's too busy trying to get every drop of blood he can get out of this bag, but he appreciates what Arthur's saying regardless.]

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[Arthur hums and noses at the back of Eames' neck.]

I can't believe you called yourself my boytoy.

[He sounds a little amused and a little like he enjoyed the implication.]

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[That one gets Eames to lower the bag for a moment with an amused snort, and he leans back a little against Arthur.]

Am I wrong?

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I don't think that's always our dynamic.

[He grins and kisses Eames' neck, pressing his palm flat on Eames' stomach and dragging it back and forth.]

Of course, right now I kind of just want to take you to bed and show you a good time.

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Oh?

[Gross as it is, Eames tips the bag to get the last drops he can, (without tearing the thing open and licking it anyway, which Eames does consider, but he stops himself,) and turns to face Arthur with a grin.]

By all means, do.

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[Arthur hums and leans in for a kiss, immediately trying to slip in a little tongue so he can get a taste of that blood in Eames' mouth.]

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[Eames is more than happy with that, lifting his hands to lightly hold the sides of Arthur's face, pressing his body against Arthur's with a soft moan.]