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maybe i should renew my paid

[Things have been... Surprisingly smooth, actually. Not to say it's been easy, and Eames has bitten clean through his lip more than once in his attempts to focus on anything except the smell and sound of living people nearby, but aside from the growing pains it sometimes feels like he was meant for this.]

[Of course that's mostly ego talking and Eames knows it, but that doesn't change how it feels.]

[It takes a while for Arthur to broach the subject of drinking straight from the source. He doesn't say it, but Eames knows a month is much longer than Arthur would've liked to wait, but he'd also guess it's both of their nerves that kept putting it off. Truthfully, Eames doesn't think he'd have any particular feelings about killing someone, but he has very strong feelings about losing control of himself. Probably why Eames keeps insisting he's fine with what's in the fridge and visits to Antonia that Eames is steadily enjoying less. Probably because he absolutely twigs that smug look on her face with the unfortunate frequency of their visits. Though Eames does feel a little better whenever he convinces Arthur to let him contribute or foot the bill. He might not have hundreds of years of accumulated wealth, but he has more than enough.]

[When Arthur brings up the topic of drinking straight from someone though, it sets off an anxiety that Eames doesn't fully know how to deal with, so he immediately decides they both need coffee to give himself a moment to get his head on first. Bringing them back with a more calm expression as he presents Arthur's to him.]

Okay, so how does this work?

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[She doesn't. Arthur knows bloodworkers generally won't turn down an offer of a drink or something to eat but it's best not to let one's guard down if you know the vampire you're about to interact with doesn't have a lot of experience. No point in dragging this whole thing out longer than it needs to be anyway.]

[She makes herself comfortable and explains that she only lets new vampires drink from her arm, which Arthur agrees is a pretty good rule, and that she has a thin silver chain that she wraps around her other hand in case she needs to push them off. She says she always gives a verbal warning first but she's not afraid to use it if she needs to.]

[When that's all done she rolls up the sleeve on her left arm to reveal a smattering of scars from previous bite, including at least one that looks like it got a little ugly. Arthur takes Eames' hand, still standing somewhat between them.]

For right now you can just bite where the scars already are, but we can talk about how to avoid tendons and ligaments later, okay?

[He looks at Joan and gives Eames' hand a squeeze.]

You ready?

[Eames listens carefully and nods at Arthur's question, squeezing back before he slips his hand away to gently take her arm to lift to his mouth. He's distracted for a moment, gaze flicking from the scars on her arm to the ones on his own inner arm and he thumbs over one of them.]

[It's a brief moment of hesitation, there's no point putting it off really, nor does Eames really know why he'd even want to. Some part of him clearly has no interest in waiting any longer; his fangs are already out and he's practically salivating already.]

[He's not sure anything in his life has ever felt this good, and when Eames bites down and gets that first taste he lets out a quiet groan despite himself. He swallows and it's like feeling his whole body come alive, everything sharper for it. Eames has to fight with himself not to bear down harder, shoulders squaring with the tension it takes not to tear into Joan.]

[Arthur can tell Eames is tense, but he's already decided he's not going to intervene unless there's an actual problem. It's a little mesmerizing actually, watching Eames drink, but he tears his eyes away to watch Joan instead so he can tell when she's had enough before she has to do anything about it.]

[After a little while, Joan gives him a little nod and he puts his hand on Eames' shoulder carefully.]

Eames?

[Eames' immediate response is practically a snarl, the thought of stopping striking him as heresy in the moment. This is everything he's been missing, everything he's needed since being turned. He couldn't possibly give that up.]

[It's probably only a few moments, but it feels like an eternity that Eames spends wrestling with the knowledge in the back of his mind that he should stop, versus every instinct in him screaming that he needs to drink until there's nothing left. His grip on Joan's arm tightens for a moment, but just a moment. Of everything, it's his pride that wins, though just barely. It's not a desire not to hurt her, or wanting to avoid any problems, or even some sense that he's had enough. It's the weight of his ego refusing to allow him to be some uncontrollable monster. Not on a full stomach at any rate.]

[Even with that resolution, he's slow to stop. Grip relaxing before he lifts his head, (pausing first to lick up some rivulets of blood that escaped, of course,) gaze fixed on those neat little punctures with the knowledge of how easy he could go back for another taste. He has to force himself to look away, looking at Joan's face. His smile is probably a little grim, but he forces one and clears his throat. She's probably used to seeing similar anyway.]

I'll get you something to clean up.

[It's really an excuse to put some distance between himself and the smell of fresh blood, but it also only seems polite.]

[The smell of fresh blood in the room is hard to ignore, but Arthur manages to fight off both the instinct to ask Joan if she can take another bite and the instinct to follow Eames and kiss him just to get a taste. It can all wait. Right now it's just important to get her paid, cleaned up, and out of the apartment so Eames can relax and finally enjoy the high of his first bite.]

[Eames takes a little while longer than one might expect just getting a damp cloth to take. He wipes at his face first just to get the blood off his lips and chin and then he takes his time getting a washcloth. Just giving himself the space to clear the red in his eyes. It's probably a bit more of that that makes him look for a bit of antiseptic out of the cabinet while he's at it.]

[When he comes back, it's with that forced nonchalance as he sits down and asks Joan if she minds before he wipes up her arm and applies a little of the cream. It's for himself rather than her, and maybe it's a little shitty to test his resolve on her, but Eames needs to know he can do this. Even if he has to clench his jaw and square his shoulders to control himself.]

[Arthur keeps up the small talk with Joan while that happens, mostly to keep the air from getting too tense. They're both still highly aware of what Eames is doing and his proximity to her, and she still has the silver chain wrapped around her hand, but neither of them wants to interrupt him. They talk shop a little bit, staying away from the heavier subjects and trading a couple updates. All of it wraps up when it seems like Eames is finished.]

My wallet's out in the entryway if you want to get going.

[He waits for her to get up before he follows her out, putting himself back between them.]

[Eames starts as if to follow them out, but he decides to stay put instead. They might want to talk about stuff without him, or just not have his presence around in general. Instead he smiles at her and says his goodbye from the bed.]

[Arthur's in a bit of a rush to get her out the door but he certainly isn't rude about it, paying her above her regular rate and thanking her graciously for her time. Once she's gone and heading down the hall he breathes a sigh, smiling to himself before he turns to go back to the bedroom.

[Is Eames really processing his feelings? No. What Eames knows is he feels better than he ever has in his entire existence, it's just him and his boyfriend in the flat now. The second Arthur's back in the bedroom, Eames reaches for him to pull him over for a kiss.]

[Arthur hums and puts his hand on the back of Eames' neck, immediately trying to slip his tongue into Eames' mouth to get a taste of the blood. The smell of it is lingering in the room and Arthur can feel Eames' temperature rising already, which is impressive given how high it was for a vampire to begin with. At this point Arthur just wants all of him; he wants to know how good Eames feels and to share this moment with him as fully as possible.]

[Eames hums and tries to pull Arthur closer, right onto his lap ideally. It's not even that he's horny specifically, (though of course he is,) so much as this is the best way he knows to express how good he feels right now. He feels electric, like he could do anything right now. Like he could run a marathon and not even feel a little winded. It's exciting to say the least.]

[Arthur slips right into his lap, pressing himself right up against Eames with a soft groan. This is the feeling he's wanted Eames to have all along, to feel more alive than might ever have been possible before. He's ready for whatever Eames wants to do.]

[Eames rests a hand at the small of Arthur's back and the other he lifts to cup Arthur's face. He's clearly got a lot of energy right now, but his touch is affectionate, just shy of gentle. When he pulls back to look up at Arthur, there's definitely a brightness that hasn't been there so far, and he smiles widely.]

So this is what it feels like.

Yes, this is what it feels like.

[Arthur’s smiling from ear to ear.]

What do you want to do?

I think you know.

[He raises an eyebrow, still grinning, and cranes his neck for a light kiss.]

Part of me just wants to drink more, but you're a lot more attractive.

[Arthur's nearly giddy with happiness and excitement. He presses up even more with a grin.]

I think we're overdressed.

I think you're right.

[Eames doesn't waste any time, he starts pulling Arthur's shirt to untuck it and gets to undoing his buttons.]

[Arthur starts from the top of Eames' shirt, leaning in to nip at Eames' ear and kiss at his neck. His boyfriend is so fucking attractive.]

[Eames hums happily and tilts his head to invite some more of that, working on Arthur's shirt until he can push it open and press his hands flat against Arthur's chest with another pleased noise.]

[Once Eames' buttons are undone, Arthur shrugs out of his shirt and drops it on the floor behind him, humming happily againt Eames' neck. He drags his hand down Eames' chest and stomach just appreciating the warmth coming off him - it's not as much as when he was human, but it's a lot for Arthur.]

[Eames arches into Arthur's touch, his own hands feeling around Arthur's sides and up his back.]

We should swap places.

[But first he needs to grab Arthur's butt while it's accessible.]

[Arthur wriggles his butt into Eames' hands a little before he slips off his lap and sits down, keeping a hand on him as much as possible.]

I don't know what it is but you're even more breathtaking than usual right now.

Yeah?

[He grins, taking the opportunity to quickly undo his pants and push them off before he seats himself in Arthur's lap.]

Maybe it's just the blood on my breath.

I don't think that's all it is.

[Arthur's hands go to Eames' waist, but they quickly slide to his ass to give it a squeeze.]

It doesn't hurt though.

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