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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I wasn't in control. It's almost like I blacked out.

[Eames leans with him, sighing too.]

That's what bothers me.

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[Arthur nods, looking down at his lap as he thinks that over.]

This whole existence comes with a hunger, Eames. You've only just started to satisfy it tonight, and that's longer than most go. I don't even know how long a new vampire can go before they've had fresh blood; that's part of why I wanted to get down here before too long.

[He looks around at the room and then at Eames, affectionate and sympathetic.]

Eventually you'll get to a point where you're comfortable, where you know you can have it whenever you like so the urges aren't so overwhelming, but first you probably have to fully satisfy that hunger.

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[He huffs another tired laugh and shakes his head.]

Doesn't even feel possible right now.

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I know.

[It'd be easy to tell Eames to just go out and get it but he's committed to making sure this transition has no casualties, for Eames' sake. That makes this a bit of an uphill battle, but they'll get there. He decides not to talk strategy at the moment, however.]

Do you feel it at all?

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[Eames quietly decides he doesn't care about anyone coming in because he's feeling a lot all at once and he wants some affection. He shifts to pull himself onto Arthur's lap and sighs, curling in a little so he can tuck his head against Arthur's neck. He'd joked before about Arthur's scent being comforting, but he's starting to think it might actually be the case, out of familiarity or something else he's not sure, and there's too much going on for him to consider it.]

Less restless. Feels closer to being right.

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[Arthur hums, wrapping his arms around Eames loosely. He still misses the heartbeat he used to hear, the heat coming off him in waves with his pulse. His love and desire to be around Eames hasn't wavered in the slightest but having those things gone after a decade of their presence is taking some getting used to.]

I want to get you there. You know that, right?

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I know.

[He's quiet for a moment or two, just thinking, and after a moment or two passes Eames tilts his head up to nose at Arthur's jaw in hopes of a kiss. He'd like to say it has nothing to do with how he can still smell the blood on his breath, but there's also a significant part of him that just really wants to kiss Arthur right now too.]

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[Arthur kisses him back eagerly, letting Eames taste the blood on his tongue. His body feels so good beneath his hands and just like every other time Arthur feels like he could spend hours mapping it all out.]

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[Eames moans softly and straightens up so he can properly lean into the kiss, kissing Arthur like he intends to taste every bit of him. It moves from gentle to intense quickly, like something fires up in Eames once he gets that initial taste.]

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[Arthur entertains that for a while, humming under Eames and feeling up and down his back. It feels like it's approaching a crossroads after a little while at which point Arthur pulls away and looks up at Eames with obvious desire but pragmatism as well.]

Eames.

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[Eames groans in complaint, frowning back at Arthur because he feels like he knows where this is going.]

Yeah?

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[Arthur doesn't take his eyes off of Eames.]

Maybe we should lock the door.

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[Oh.]

[That's not what he expected at all.]

[Eames nods, agreeing, but he can't really bring himself to move yet. He turns his head to look at the door and sighs.]

Don't suppose we can lock it from here, can we?

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[Arthur shakes his head, looking disappointed. He can’t really move with Eames on top of him though so the ball’s in Eames’ court.]

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[Eames considers getting up to do it, but truthfully he doesn't fully trust himself not to just bolt out the door after whatever delicious smelling person he might catch a whiff of while he's there.]

[He opts to turn back to Arthur to steal a quick kiss and then slips off his lap onto the couch next to him so he can do it.]

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[Arthur gets up and goes to the door, locking it at the handle and doing up the little chain door guard as well. After that he turns and looks at Eames, eyes dark with desire as he undoes the buttons on his shirt and comes back to the couch.]

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[Eames isn't wasting any time; the second Arthur's up, he's taking his clothes off, intent being to be naked by the time Arthur turns back around. He smirks a little when Arthur's done with the door, partially smugness at his successful disrobing in such a short amount of time, and reclines while he waits for Arthur to join him.]

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[Arthur isn't subtle about checking Eames out, sinking down onto the couch once his buttons are all undone and leaning in for a hungry kiss. He hasn't been this bold in years and while he hopes to keep Eames relativley quiet it's inevitable that at least Antonia will know what's going on in their room. However, to Arthur's minor surprise, he doesn't particularly care.]

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[Eames has none of that on his mind, his own concerns extending about as far as the immediacy with which he needs to be touching Arthur. Sitting up to lean into the kiss and put his hands on Arthur's chest as soon as he's close enough.]

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[Arthur reaches across to put his hand on Eames' hip, quickly slipping it even farther to grab his ass and dragging it down his thigh.]

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[Eames exhales a pleased sigh, dragging his hands down to Arthur's hips and try to pull him a little closer.]

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[Arthur shuffles just a little closer at Eames' touch, happy to accommodate him in whatever position he chooses to be in. He does want to get things moving, however, so he moves his hand from one of Eames' legs from the other, a firm grip on his inner thigh that starts up high and makes its way down to Eames' knee when he gently pulls it to hook over one of his own and spread Eames' legs apart.]

[It's then that he pulls away briefly to stick two fingers in his mouth, covering Eames' lips with his own while he slips those fingers down to rub back and forth over Eames' entrance and start getting him warmed up.]

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[If it was possible, Eames would have a deep flush going already, but he's already moaning softly too. He slips his own hand down to press against Arthur over his pants and get things moving there too.]

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[Arthur gently hushes Eames when he moans, bringing his free hand around to press his thumb to Eames’ lip, but it’s almost more like he’s appreciating the shape and fullness of them instead. His bites on his own moan when Eames’ hand is on him, and as if he wants to make the whole situation worse he presses his fingers into Eames and curls them to see how tight he is.]

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[Eames bites his lip, making a choked noise in the back of his throat. He rolls his hips down against Arthur's hand and lets his head fall back, hand moving a little more firmly against Arthur at the same time.]