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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[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.]

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[Arthur's hand is flat against Eames' lower back when he pulls his face away to speak.]

Come on, I'm not in the mood for kitchen sex.

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[Eames grins and drops his hands to rest on Arthur's hips and he makes some attempt to walk Arthur towards the bedroom without taking his hands off him.]

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[Arthur happily goes, leaning in to kiss Eames' jaw occasionally as they make their way to the bedroom. When they get there, Arthur pushes Eames gently towards the bed and looks down at him with desire and affection as he starts to take off his shirt.]

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[Eames grins and gets rid of his shirt before he lays on the bed, electing to just get his pants off straight away too.]

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[Arthur gets naked as well and then crawls on top of Eames to nose at his face again and start kissing.]

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[Eames makes a noise of delight and wraps his arms around Arthur's shoulders, lifting a leg to rest his thigh at Arthur's waist.]

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[Arthur sinks into Eames, humming as he kisses him and rocks his hips gently. He doesn't mind it taking a little while to get up to speed, he just wants to be close to Eames.]

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[Eames is more than happy with that, feeling along Arthur's shoulders and upper back, fingers tracing the shapes of his muscles.]

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[Arthur just kisses him for a while, shifting to get comfortable and letting out soft, happy moans.]

[Eventually though it's time to get going, so Arthur reaches over to the nightstand to grab the lube, getting some on his fingers and reaching down between them to rub back and forth over Eames' entrance.]