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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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.]

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Antonia, you remember Eames.

[Arthur can sense how on edge Eames is and it makes him a little nervous too, highly aware that three of the guests have bandaids on their arms where Antonia has already tapped them for a pint of blood. She seems unconcerned as she looks Eames up and down and makes some offhand comment about it really must be true love, but Arthur isn’t terribly interested in banter or being teased right now. He just tells her he wants two half pints from someone who doesn’t smell like weed (with a judgmental glance at a gentleman in the corner) and that they’ll be next door.]

[She tells him five minutes as Arthur’s leading Eames back out to the balcony and straight to the nearest door to another room. This one’s smaller; just a couple of couches and a table, but at least they have a wall between themselves and the room of inebriated blood donors.]

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[Eames follows Arthur's lead, it's probably the quietest he's ever been around any of Arthur's associates, but Eames is also desperately trying to focus on anything except the smell of blood and the sounds of hearts beating. Ironically the smell of weed is a helpful one for Eames, a lot of layers to pick apart.]

[He relaxes considerably when they're in the next room, sighing softly and moving to stand in front of Arthur and put his hands on Arthur's hips. Five minutes is plenty of time for a little affection.]

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[Arthur smiles at him and puts his hands on Eames' chest, leaning in for a quick kiss.]

You doing okay?

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Yeah. It's just a little...

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Overwhelming.

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I know.

[He smooths out Eames’ shirt affectionately.]

You’ll get the hang of all this.

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Fangs didn't come out this time though.

[He says it like it's a joke, smirking and raising his eyebrows at Arthur, but he's a little proud of himself for it. He knows getting a real measure of control could take a while, that it could be months before he can go out and about on his own without attacking anyone, but he's got to celebrate the small steps. Especially with how many times he's scraped his fangs on their mugs this week already. Or the time he punctured his lip passing by someone who smelled particularly healthy.]

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That’s good.

[He mirrors Eames’ tone, grinning as he tries to sound reassuring. He glances toward the door and drops his voice just a little.]

I’m pretty sure Antonia buys their groceries for them, so that group is particularly... appealing.

[He rolls his eyes just a little as he says it, clearly unimpressed with her bordering on ridiculously indulgent lifestyle.]

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[Eames' face goes through a few expressions as he processes that, mostly expressed by his eyes narrowing in consideration, but he eventually turns it to mock offence, gasping at Arthur and shaking his head.]

You never fattened me up! I could've saved so much money on food.

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[Arthur shakes his head, smiling wryly and turning away so he can sit down on one of the couches.]

You would have hated that.

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[Eames laughs softly and joins him on the couch, lazily resting his arm along the back behind Arthur. It's true, considering he even insisted on paying rent, but on the other hand he does love free food.]

I could've been swayed.

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[Arthur puts his hand on Eames’ thigh and turns to grin at him.]

You still had steak just for me once in a while.

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Well, it wasn't just for you.

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No, and I’m sure she doesn’t have to do a lot of convincing to get her group in there to agree to a healthy, organic diet. They make enough that they only have to hold down part time jobs and then they come here and give up a little blood while they party in a private room.

[He sighs like he’s annoyed. Clearly he doesn’t like the setup but she takes care of loose ends when they arise and it keeps the vampires who can pay happy.]

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[Eames tilts his head, watching Arthur's expression and listening to his tone.]

I'll be honest, it sounds pretty good. Speaking as someone who was still breathing not too long ago.