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Okay.

[He looks over Eames' face, appreciating how good it is for a moment.]

I'll keep to saying it when you're being truly amazing, then.

[He lifts a hand to cup Arthur's face, letting his thumb brush back and forth over his cheek with a smile.]

I love you too.

[Arthur grins and rolls into Eames to kiss him and then... nope he's gonna stay right there, brushing his nose against Eames' cheek and sighing happily.]

[Well good, Eames has no objections to this. He wraps his arms around Arthur and holds him close, settling in to sleep peacefully for another couple of hours until he has to get up and go about his day.]

[Arthur makes a mild sound of protest when Eames gets up but he curls up into the warm spot where he was almost immediately. He is definitely not going anywhere for a while.]

[And everything is business as usual for the next few weeks. They even out back into their usual routine, sans a few things that used to be part of it. But neither of them is really ready to broach the whole biting topic, and Eames suspects Arthur has resigned himself to the idea of it never happening again.]

[Thing is, it's kind of hard for Eames to know if he's ready for it until they try, but he knows he misses it. It's not just the sex — though he misses that a hell of a lot — but it's like there's something gone. Like this vale of intimacy that's suddenly off-limits to him and, god. It's ludicrous how much he wants that door reopened, like he's craving it almost.]

[Eames waits for the right time to bring it up now he's decided he wants to; he's not a fool, he's not gonna spring it on Arthur first thing in the evening. After Arthur's had his blood so he's not hungry, not the way he is when he wakes up anyway, and thinks about what to say while Arthur's in the shower. Eames has posted himself up on the couch with a coffee and something supposedly important on his laptop that he's not actually paying attention to.]

[Idly, he traces a couple of old scars on his arm while he waits for Arthur and looks up in his direction with a smile when he's in the room.]

Hey-- I wanted to talk to you about something.

[He pats the couch next to him as a request for Arthur to come sit down.]

[Arthur pretty much has resigned himself to the fact that it's never happening again. He doesn't know how Eames feels about it and he doesn't dare ask, so every time he thinks about it he just tells himself: when he's ready, which could be never. He hasn't quite adjusted to the idea of that but he knows over time he'll adapt.]

[So he suspects nothing when Eames calls him over. It's probably just business, seeing as he has his laptop out and they're just about to get started with their night. He smiles back at him and sits down on the couch beside him.]

Yeah, what's up?

[Eames closes his laptop and puts it down on the coffee table, turning a little to face Arthur with a more serious expression. (The smile was a trap, sorry Arthur.)]

I think... It's time we tried again. [He swallows, and it's kind of frustrating trying to keep himself seeming even and calm when Arthur can tell how his pulse is racing with how anxious he is, but Eames does anyway. Taking a deep breath before he clarifies.] Drinking, I mean. From me.

[Arthur's smile fades into concern as he senses Eames' demeanour change. He manages to keep his reaction rather subdued, letting out a soft "oh" and nodding, then looking down at his hands with a frown.]

Are you sure? I mean, I'm not impatient at all, Eames, I can wait longer.

[He'd laugh if he wasn't so anxious about this, about how many ways it could go wrong. It's hardly as if Eames has ever been someone who did things because he felt pressured-- He'd be okay with it if Arthur said no, but it's not Arthur he wants this for.]

I don't know how it'll go. Might turn out I'm really not okay with it, but... [He sighs.] I miss it.

[Arthur thinks it's a weird thing to miss, but they've had that conversation a million times already and he's not going to get stuck on that point. The real point here is that Eames wants to do this, and he's not trying to do it solely for Arthur's benefit, which means he can't shut it down right away.]

Okay, we can give it a shot.

[He licks his lips and thinks it over, but realizes quickly that Eames has to be the one to decide how all this goes.]

How do you want to do this?

The first time-- The very first time, it was my arm.

[Eames looks down at the space between them and frowns, fairly certain that's not entirely what Arthur means, but truth be told he's not entirely sure of the hows and he shakes his head after a moment's pause and a heavy sigh.]

I haven't thought about the logistics, Arthur. I've mostly been gearing myself up for getting the conversation about this far.

[Arthur puts his hand on Eames' arm, where the scars are, feeling the pulse beneath his skin and getting excited in spite of himself.]

You want to try there again? We can get your glove - I'm not hungry but I want you to feel like you're... in control of the situation.

I figured you'd be more comfortable if you'd eaten already.

[Ugh the glove. He knows it's necessary and he was totally on board at the time, but now it just kind of feels... Well, dumb. He sucks in a breath and nods, looking at Arthur's hand on his arm, pulse picking up a little at the realisation this is happening. It feels stupid, but he wants this-- He really wants it.]

Okay.

[He looks down at his hand as well and then stands up to go to Eames' room and get the glove. He's careful not to touch any of the actual silver parts because that would kind of ruin the mood, but he manages not to look like he's holding a hot potato as he comes back out to the couch and gives it to Eames.]

[And while he waits for him to put it on and everything he just shuffles back on the couch, shifting eagerly.]

[Eames sighs and puts the glove on carefully, frowning as he flexes his fingers. Part of him thinks it might've been an idea to get a pair, not for Arthur but for other vampires — considering what landed them here in the first place — but he can think about that later.]

Alright.

[Deep breath. He looks up at Arthur and nods, offering a smile even if he's apprehensive.]

[Arthur leans in to kiss him briefly, just to reassure him, before he takes Eames' arm gently in his hands. He can feel with his thumb where the pulse is the strongest, right inside of his forearm halfway up to his elbow, where the scars are. God it smells good, and he knows it's going to feel good once he bites down, but part of him is terrified. Not necessarily that he'll lose control but that Eames will immediately decide he's not comfortable with it and pull back.]

[He looks up at him.]

Last chance.

[Instinctively, Eames starts to reach out touch him, but he stops himself and balls his hand into a fist, putting it on the couch next to himself and huffing a small laugh-- mostly to ease himself in.]

Get on with it.

[Arthur nods and lifts Eames' arm up. He brushes his lips softly against Eames' inner arm, part probing for the best spot, and part an extra layer of intimacy for Eames' sake. He's bitten his arm far less often than his neck, but he still knows how to make it somewhat caring and gentle.]

[He doesn't waste a whole lot of time doing that, however, mostly making sure Eames isn't going to flinch away. He tightens his grip just enough that Eames can still pull it away, and then he bares his teeth and sinks them into Eames' flesh.]

[Fuck, he forgot how good this feels.]

[The blood doesn't flow too fast - he didn't pick somewhere that would drain out quickly - but it's enough that he gets a mouthful of it relatively quick. He lets out a soft, happy hum as he starts to taste it.]

[Eames hisses sharply when he feels Arthur's teeth breach his skin; it's been long enough he's forgotten exactly how it feels to get bitten. How sharp and acute the pain is and the stinging of the blood flowing out of him. He takes a deep breath to steady himself and-- he never given much thought to why it feels good. Maybe it's endorphins or something, fuck knows, but once that moment's passed? He doesn't mind it so much.]

[It's not that it stops hurting, but something else takes over and pushes it to the back of his mind. Despite himself, Eames lets out a soft groan and he relaxes against the back of the couch a little. Watching Arthur, frustrated by how much he wants to reach out and touch him- brush his fingers through Arthur's hair.]

[This glove is stupid.]

[Arthur sucks gently at the bite until the bloodflow starts to slow, and then he pulls away and lowers Eames' arm. He already feels sharper, more awake than before, even with the relatively small amount that he drank. It's like a caffeine kick but quicker and more natural even though no part of this is really natural at all.]

[Eames is the priority though, and Arthur murmurs that he'll be back as he gently puts down his arm and gets up to go to the kitchen. He washes off his face in the sink and rinses out his mouth quickly but thoroughly, and then he comes back to Eames with a damp facecloth to put over the open wound.]

[Eames peels off the glove like it can't come off fast enough when Arthur leaves the room, and he reclines fully against the arm of the couch. The second he's back, Eames pulls at Arthur to try and get Arthur sitting close to him. It's not like there needs to be any distance between them for Arthur to look at his arm.]

[Arthur takes a moment gently wiping off the blood, and then he presses it down gently to make sure the blood stops flowing completely. He's far more gentle and careful than he's been in a long time - maybe years - but he's just so thankful for all of Eames' being he's feeling so much affection for him right now.]

[He looks up and gives him a soft smile.]

You okay?

[Eames smiles back.] Yeah, just-- Just come here.

[Like into his arms so he feels a little less exposed and vulnerable and worried like somehow this is going to make Arthur leave or he's about to die or--]

[Christ, is this what it's like to be Arthur? Because it's horrid.]

[Arthur puts the cloth aside and leans into Eames' arms, laying his head down on his chest with a content sigh. He considers telling Eames how good he tastes, but has no idea how that would go over, so he keeps his mouth shut.]

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