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 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.

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[Eames sighs softly and leans against the back of the couch, looking up at the ceiling.]

So you're betting no?

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I'm betting you'll do at least as well as you did last time.

[What a boring but safe bet. He can tell Eames is a little nervous though so he doesn't want to be too cheeky.]

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[Eames huffs a laugh and looks at Arthur with a lazy smile, forcing away any signs he could be nervous.]

[Thank god there's no heartbeat to give him away anymore.]

You old men are so boring.

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[Arthur raises an eyebrow at him, a little playfully.]

You've certainly stuck with this boring old man for a long time.

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You know me, Arthur. I'll overlook anything for a pretty face.

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[Arthur smiles and shakes his head, and a moment later he smells the blood on the other side of the door and puts his hand on Eames knee firmly as the doorknob turns. He greets Antonia happily but there's a haste in his voice to indicate he would rather she didn't stay and chat.]

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[Eames stills when he smells the blood outside, gaze snapping to the door with an intense focus that he just barely manages to shake off enough to smile in greeting by the time the door opens.]

[He gives a polite hi and bye, and once the door's closed, Eames stands to get the glasses from where Antonia set them down. It's partially a test for himself, to see how well he can handle this, something he opts to do before Arth kiur can intervene. His jaw is clenched tight in concentration; it smells so good and Eames desperately wants to just pour both glasses down his throat and lick them clean, but Eames instead brings them back and hands one to Arthur.]

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[Arthur’s first thought is in mourning for the blood he won’t get to drink, but he can see the control in Eames’ movement so he sits back and waits to see what happens. He takes the glass with a soft thank you when Eames offers it, humming and leaning back after that first sip.]

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[Eames keeps a little distance between them when he sits, it doesn't do much about the smell, but psychologically it does help with the urge to snatch the glass back from Arthur.]

[He tries to pace himself this time, taking a small sip with a soft groan-- the kind of noise he used to make when Arthur eould present him with a meal after a long day. It takes a lot not to just tip it all vack, but he's trying. He wants to see how long he makes it like this.]