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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[Arthur murmurs something about how hot Eames is as he grabs his ass and starts rolling his hips slightly.]

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[Eames curses under his breath and pulls away from the kiss, leaning back and bracing his hands on Arthur's knees. It's almost perfect like this, every time Arthur hits him right where he needs and it has Eames breathing out soft curses and quiet groans between heavy breaths]

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[Arthur curses, hushed as he flattens a palm out on Eames' stomach and pushes it up his chest.]

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[He's close, he can feel it pooling in the pit of his stomach, and Eames' eyes screw shut and his head falls back as he tries to get there. The restraint it takes not to make the noises he usually would is visible in the way his neck and arms tense and strain, fingers digging in hard on Arthur's legs. What works its way out of him is a whimper and a sob that he'd probably bite down harder on if he realised there are still people who can hear them, but he'll have plenty of time to be embarrassed later.]

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[Arthur hisses out some encouragements, rolling his hips up into Eames as he feels his own orgasm fast approaching. There's no doubt in his mind that someone already knows they're fucking, and while no one else needs to know, he's not about to pretend like being any quieter about this will help.]

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[Eames' whole body tenses up tight and trembles right before he comes, and when he does it's with another sob that punches its way out of him. He keeps rolling his hips through the whole thing, trying to prolong that feeling for as long as he can.]

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[Arthur's hot on Eames' heels, biting down strangled moans as his head falls back and fingers curl on Eames' chest. It feels so fucking good and Eames looks so fucking good and Arthur tells him so as he starts to come down.]

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[Normally Eames would take a minute or two to bask in the afterglow, especially after an orgasm like that one, but he doesn't bother waiting longer than a moment before he sits up and leans forward, cupping Arthur's face in both hands to pull him into a kiss.]

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[Arthur hums and grips Eames' hips tightly, enjoying the post-coital comfort of still being inside Eames with no urgency to get off. He knows they have to separate ASAP so he drinks this in, deciding any shame and embarrassment is a future Arthur problem.]

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[Eames kisses him with an intensity that speaks to more than just still having energy left over after all that. It's like there's some need burning in him and it's more than the blood or the sex, or maybe it is. He doesn't know, it's not something he's ever felt before. He just knows that Arthur feels like the best place to focus that right now.]

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[Arthur's absolutely willing to make out with him for a few minutes, but with each passing moment his body gets a little less excited and he becomes far more aware of their current circumstances. He has a noticeable drop in intensity shortly before he pulls away, only far enough to speak as he soothingly rubs Eames' hip.]

We should go.

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[Eames presses his forehead against Arthur's with a quiet noise of complaint.]

[After a second though, he opens his eyes again and looks down at the mess on his stomach with a sigh.]

They probably don't supply washcloths here, do they?

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[Arthur's looking down at him too, but more to check him out, and Eames' voice shakes him out of his distraction.]

No, but I think there are napkins in the back.

[He nodes to the set of shelves at the back of the room where there are a couple sets of glasses, some coasters, and thankfully a stack of napkins.]

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[Guess he's just gonna be smelling like jizz until they get home then. Not the most dignified, but it's hardly the first time either, he was just a little less aware those times.]

[Eames sighs and slips off Arthur's lap to walk over to said shelves, grabbing his clothes off the table on the way, and picks up a couple of napkins to clean off what he can for now.]

I guess this is the downside to being impulsive.

[Judging by the grin tugging at his lips, he doesn't actually consider it much of a "downside" at all.]

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[Arthur glances up at Eames with a wry smile as he drops the condom in the trash.]

One of them, yeah.

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[Eames snorts and shakes his head as he quickly pulls his clothes on.]

Good thing you had a condom, at least.

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You know me, I like to be prepared.

[Arthur stands as he starts to do the buttons on his shirt back up.]

As funny as it is to imagine you clenching all the way home.

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[Eames snorts another laugh and shakes his head.]

I would've made you pull out.

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[He does up his pants and tucks his shirt in, laughing lightly.]

I didn't have much control over that.

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I had it all thought out.

[He leans against the cabinet while he puts on his shirt and starts buttoning up.]

Would've stayed on my back if you didn't, made you do all the work.

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Well that doesn't sound nearly as fun as what happened.

[Arthur says this nonchalantly as he pulls a large stack of money out of the pocket inside his jacket. He sighs and drops it on the table after briefly considering whether he should go next door and deliver it in person or not. He has decided that he can't hande the humiliation.]

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Maybe not for you.

[Eames smirks as he finishes buttoning up his shirt and throws on his jacket. He spares a glance for the money on the table and comes up to Arthur, putting a hand on his chest. He brushes his thumb back abd forth lightly and leans in for a quick kiss, voice soft and low when he speaks.]

Thank you.

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[Arthur smiles affectionately at Eames, looking almost like he could take Eames back to the couch and spend a little more time appreciating the gorgeous man in front of him. Ultimately he knows they can't, so he gently takes Eames' hand.]

Come on, we should get home.

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[Eames squeezes Arthur's hand and nods, eager to be back in the safety of their home.]

Let's get out of here.

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[Arthur holds his hand all the way home, only partially because he's aware that Eames has had a taste for fresh blood. He just wants to lay down and watch TV when they get home so that's what he's gonna make to do unless Eames has any other plans.]