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’s nonchalant about this. He might lie if he thought Eames would believe him, but that’s unlikely and it’s not like Eames is never going to figure out how much it costs for this kind of thing.]

Somewhere around four thousand dollars.

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[Eames whistles at the cost, that's a lot for two glasses but he figures it's a premium product in limited supply. It's not like it's an expense they can't handle, Arthur significantly moreso, but it's still a lot to drop in one go.]

That's a decent business she's got going.

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I don’t know how much she keeps, but I do know those humans barely have to work.

[He sounds less annoyed now than he did at the bar.]

One person can only give a that much blood every couple months, and even that’s more than doctors tend to recommend, so I guess it has to be steep if she wants to support them like that.

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[He wouldn't entirely be surprised if she made enough to support them entirely if she wanted, based on on what Arthur said she doesn't sound like the most giving of people.]

She probably makes more than they know. It's hardly a fun, family business where everybody's equal.

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No.

[He feels the same protective instinct that he used to feel whenever he was with Eames and another vampire, and he has to remind himself quickly that Eames isn’t appealing that way to them anymore.]

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve talked with her about loose ends, but she assures me they’ll never talk. I don’t know how she does it, but I can’t imagine it’s always nice.

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Money and fear are both pretty effective ways to keep somebody's mouth shut. Worst comes to worst, corpses don't talk either.

[Eames puffs out a breath, considering.]

Personally I'd be more worried about the clientele.

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Why’s that?

[Arthur shifts a little on Eames’ chest, feeling the tug of a nap.]

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She only really has control over the people who work for her. All it takes is some customer getting a little too free and easy with their information in a bar to collapse the whole thing.

[He looka down at Arthur, he can see he's ready for a nap and combs his fingers through his hair.]

Always a risk with any product.

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Well then they’d have me to deal with.

[It comes out half a joke, muffled a little in Eames’ chest.]

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[Eames lets out a soft laugh, though he knows Arthur's a force to be reckoned with, and lazily wraps his arm around Arthur's shoulders.]

We should go to bed if you're planning to sleep.

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[Arthur groans softly in protest.]

You wore me out.

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[Eames laughs again and shakes his shoulder gently.]

Well then obviously you need to rest more comfortably than this.

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[Arthur groans again and pushes himself up.]

Can you check the curtains?

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[Eames nods and leans over to kiss Arthur's cheek before he gets up.]

Back in a minute.

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[Arthur drags himself to bed and crawls in, getting good and cozy.]

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[Once he's satisfied no one will get roasted if they walk around during the day, Eames walks into the bedroom and curls up to Arthur in bed. He's not really tired, but he might have a light snooze here anyway.]

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[Arthur grins when Eames curls up, getting all up in his personal space.]

Hey.

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Hey there.

[He grins right back and puts his arms around him.]

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[He nuzzles in.]

You know, regardless of the context it's pretty hot when you can't wait to sit on my dick.

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So... [He trails his fingers up Arthur's chest.] What you're saying is I'm always pretty hot?

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[Arthur laughs softly.]

Yes. You are always pretty hot.

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[Eames huffs an amused breath and kisses the nearest bit of Arthur to his face.]

I'm glad you noticed.

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[There's a lot of cuddling and affection after that. Arthur genuinely can't get enough of his boyfriend for a little while but he does manage to get them back out to the club a couple nights later. It's a new crowd of twenty- and thirty-somethings but it's the same deal, Arthur subtly holding Eames back so he doesn't lunge at anyone before they get back to the private room and patiently wait for their order.]

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[It's easier this time. Not by much, (not by enough,) but Eames tries different ways of thinking to push away the desire to grab someone and rip into them. Like walking past a restaurant when you have somewhere to be-- appetising, sure, but not enough to go in. They walk past someone who smells especially good and Eames' hand clenches at Arthur's back, but he resists.]

[It's the same when they're talking to Antonia, and Eames breathes a sigh of relief when they're in the private room. Immediately, sitting down and looking at his hands for a moment, and then up at Arthur.]

Feel like betting on whether I'll try to fight you this time?

[ha ha ha he's actually anxious about it]

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[Arthur sits down next to Eames, between him and the door, a serene smile on his face despite the fact that he's still strategizing how best to keep Eames from killing anyone.]

You'll think about it. It's not like you actually hit me last time.