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 doesn't disappoint, letting out desperate moans and curses with each press of Arthur's fingers. His own dig in harshly where he's holding on to Arthur, pure desperation in his expression and the noises he makes.]

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[It doesn't take long before Arthur's desire to be inside Eames outweighs his desire to hear more of those noises, and at that point he pulls out his fingers and grabs for the lube again, giving Eames a bit of a breather. He's adjusting his weight when he asks:]

You mind if I go without a condom?

[Maybe it's a dick move to get Eames all worked up first, but they both know they're not going anywhere else tonight and they both like it better this way.]

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Not like I'm planning on doing anything else today.

[He smirks up at Arthur, laying back and pushing a hand through his hair while he waits. He probably would've asked for it that way anyway, so he has zero objections.]

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[Arthur smiles, sitting up just so he can use both hands to get some more lube on his palm and then coming back down to give Eames a kiss as he gives himself a hand. He's definitely not interested in wasting any time here, lining himself up right away and leaning in for a kiss as he presses into him. It's all very indulgent; he doesn't need to take his time but he's enjoying every inch the same way he's enjoying the feeling of Eames' lips and tongue against his own. He'll start to ramp it up eventually, but it'll be harder before it's faster.]

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[Eames can barely focus on kissing Arthur, moaning and arching under him. He feels like he's needed this all day and he lifts his legs to hike his thighs up on Arthur's hips, wrapping his arms around him and desperately pressing his hands against Arthur's back.]

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[Arthur rocks into him, getting as deep as he can go as he moans against Eames' lips. It's definitely pressure and friction over speed in this case, and it feels good enough to carry him through to the end.]

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[Eames gasps and murmurs some jumble of words to tell Arthur how good he feels, digging his fingers in where they are on Arthur's back.]

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[Arthur smiles and groans, kissing his way down Eames' jaw and to his neck, humming and moaning as the mattress creaks below them. His fangs come out and he slowly scrapes them along Eames' skin, listening intently for what kind of reaction that gets.]

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[The second he feels those fangs scrape along his neck, Eames tilts his head to bare his neck without even thinking about it, moans turning to whimpers just at the thought of being bitten.]

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[It’s strange not to feel a heartbeat beneath Eames’ skin, but it only causes a moment of hesitation before he sinks his teeth into Eames’ neck with a soft growl.]

[Eames is right about the blood - it’s like a zero-calorie version of the real thing that doesn’t light up the same things in his brain but still tastes good. The biting hasn’t even been all about the blood for years now. Arthur just wants to hear the sounds Eames makes.]

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[Eames practically sobs, moaning and writhing under Arthur, cursing loudly as his orgasm hits him suddenly. It rips through him fast and hard, and he rocks his hips up to meet Arthur to try and prolong it just a little before it's over.]

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[Arthur swallows a mouthful of blood before he pulls his teeth out, readjusting quickly to hold Eames' hips and start snapping his own to get himself through. It doesn't take long before he's moaning loudly and fucking his way through his own orgasm, still trying to sink as deep as physically possible into Eames until it's over.]

[At that point he pushes himself up to look down at Eames, take in the gorgeous image of him.]

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[Eames moans and whimpers the whole way through, groaning softly when Arthur finishes. He relaxes against the mattress when Arthur stops moving, whole body limp like he could sink completely into the bed, and he opens his eyes when he becomes aware of the feelingbof Arthur's eyes on him. Lifting a hand to cup the side of his face fondly.]

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[Arthur turns his head to press a kiss into Eames' palm, incidentally smearing blood there. It takes him a while to find some words to say.]

How the fuck did I get so lucky?

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What?

[Eames pulls a face, totally not following what's going on here.]

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You're so fucking gorgeous.

[Arthur's just totally overwhelmed by how beautiful and interesting and wonderful Eames is.]

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True.

[He grins up at Arthur.]

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[Arthur grins back and shifts his weight but doesn't pull out.]

I'm glad you're my boytoy.

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[He laughs at that and pushes his hand up through Arthur's hair.]

I couldn't have picked a better rich, gorgeous immortal.

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No, I don't think you could have.

[Arthur drags a hand up Eames' thigh, just to be affectionate as he leans in for another kiss, having pretty much forgotten about the blood in his mouth.]

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[It's weird tasting his own blood on Arthur's tongue, and Eames furrows his brow in confusion in some attempt to figure out how he feels about it. It's not bad, which in some ways is a relief, and makes him a little curious about how it tasted when he was alive.]

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[Arthur noses at Eames briefly and hums as he finally pulls out, setting himself down beside Eames and draping an arm over him.]

Morning's coming in a couple hours, you have anything else you wanted to do during your first full night as a vampire?

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[Eames immediately turns to cuddle up to Arthur and shakes his head.]

I'm ready to sleep.

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[Arthur hums and pulls Eames closer, ready to go to sleep.]

[Within the week, Arthur makes good on his promise to get Eames some fresh blood. He's determined to ease him into this even if it's a bit... atypical. When he was turned, killing was an inherent part of being a vampire, and it made him forget his humanity and then hate himself for a while before he went back to forgetting just to cope. So, for Eames, he decides to use all his connections to his advantage and show Eames how to survive without the killing first.]

[Tonight they're going out to a club. It's loud and busy but Eames has been out and around humans a few times now and Arthur sticks close to him to make sure he's okay. He nods on the way past the bartender and leads Eames past some burly looking bouncers up a set of stairs where the music isn't quite as loud. There are a number of private rooms up here but Arthur leads Eames to the door farthest along the balcony. He knocks a couple times and a woman's voice shouts that it's a private room, so Arthur says something that sounds like latin and then lets himself in.]

[It looks like some kind of terribly bourgeois birthday party - a dozen or so men and women in their 20's and 30's draped in expensive clothes and jewellery. A woman who looks significantly less intoxicated than the rest stands in the middle with a needle and an unimpressed look on her face. She tells Arthur he needs to work on his accent and turns to continue her conversation with one of the human guests. Arthur's hand stays firm on Eames' arm.]

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[Eames sticks close to Arthur the whole time, not that Arthur would be willing to let Eames move more than a few teet away from him anyway. Not in a place like this. It sets Eames on edge to be around this many people, but he manages to tone his reactions down to a twitch of his hand at Arthur's back.]

[It's a relief for a moment to be off the floor and somewhere else in the building until Eames realises what this room is. He's sure he can smell blood too, which puts him back on edge. It's not a surprise, considering what they're here for, but it still makes his greeting a little less warm than ususl.]