[Inceptionnatural]

Arthur smiles, a little amused--wearily amused. "Just how many people do you think like it known that they fucked a vampire?" he points out. He kisses Eames briefly, then calls out, without moving off Eames' lap, "Yusuf! You can come in!"

"You're damned right I can come in," Yusef grumbles, coming inside and carrying the take-out with him. "I'm not a food service, you know."

"But it suits you terribly," Eames says dryly, from under Arthur, waiting for Yusef to twig. Yusef laughs sarcastically, looks at Eames, then blinks at Arthur.

"You two have finally pulled your fingers out, then. I'll tell Mal, she'll be delighted."

"She probably already has curtains picked out for the room she'll rent to throw us a 'oh happy day' celebration," Arthur says.

"Oh, I hope so," Eames says lazily, reaching for his food but making no moves whatsoever to scoot away from Arthur or even from under him. "If it means getting private rooms rented for us, I may have to snog you in the hallways, darling."

Yusef puts the food on the floor next to Eames' head. "You owe me $25," he says but without much venom. He's more interested in seeing how the dynamic between Eames and Arthur plays out than he is about his money.

"I'm not opposed to that idea," Arthur tells Eames. He directs Yusuf to his wallet on the table. "There's enough in there. Thanks, Yusuf." He looks at Eames again. "You can pay me back later, if you feel you have to."

(I'm just going to leave this here. Because you need to hear it. http://homoerotics.tumblr.com/post/32334050166/svenharel-crazyyinthecoconut-my-sister-and-i)

(That's - kind of cool. Woah. I was not expecting it to be. Songify things kind of irk me but... Huh.)

"Hold on a tick, pet," Eames says while taking a deep sniff at his food and sighing happily. "Are we talking money or something a bit more interesting?"

Yusef takes his time while getting the money from Arthur's wallet. He wants to get as much information about these two as possible for the others. They'll end up grilling him anyway, he might as well have something to give them.

(I think it is because it is Anders and Fenris.)

Arthur laughs a little. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," he teases Eames. "I am a very honest man, I'll have you know."

"Ohh," Eames smiles slowly and rumbles, not believing a word of it but enjoying playing along. "We'll have to do something about that, darling. Simply can't have an uncorrupted vampire on my arm, what would Mal say."

"She'd probably enjoy the novelty," Yusef says under his breath, which makes Eames startle a bit. He'd forgotten that Yusef was there, were-senses or not. He has an Arthur on him.

"Yusef, mate, get out," he says simply, the usual charm that drips from his words gone. "Tell the rest that it was all very raunchy and just get out."

Arthur curls his hand around the nape of Eames' neck and strokes his skin lightly. He doesn't want Eames getting irritated this early in the evening; it won't bode well for later, when Arthur inevitably fucks up and forgets all his own charm. He glances over his shoulder and waves at Yusuf as he hops out the door.

Eames relaxes at the touch and even more when Yusef leaves the room. He arches and rolls his hips lazily against Arthur. "Mm," he hums, nearly purring again. "As much as I hate to say it, love, I will need you to on me on top of me while I eat. Terrible reality, I know, but these things happen."

(Need you to... not be on top of me?)

(Yes, that. Sorry. My brain is actual mush at the moment >.>)

(Quite all right. Also: timing! I was just considering leaving the computer.)

Arthur runs his fingers down the side of Eames' face, and kisses him, then--kind of awkwardly--shifts backwards, sliding off Eames' lap. "I think we can certainly work out some way to make it all better once your stomach is full," he says, working that lopsided grin of his.

(Aha! Wonderful. Though I do have to bugger off after this sweep to get working again. Le sigh, le woe.)

Eames sits up and does a very good job at not looking at all fussed by the (weak due to blood loss) erection going on at the moment. He reaches for his food as he crosses his legs, and starts looking through the bags. "Everything is better after I've gotten some food into me, Arthur," he replies. "Though I'm more than willing to bet that me being full will be the last thing on my mind once I'm finished."

(All the sadfaces.)

Arthur's grin is almost predatory, but not quite there yet. "I'm counting on it, Mr. Eames."

(Agreed. Okay I will see you later~ Sleep good when/if you do! <333)

Eames laughs and growls in the same breath, looking to his food but speaking to Arthur. "Ohh, if you don't stop that right now I will be forced to ignore my dinners and pounce. You have been warned."

(Sleep is not far away. Farewell! &hearts;!)

Arthur holds up his hands. "I solemnly swear I'll let you eat in peace," he says. It really is in his best interest for Eames to eat everything in front of him. The food will give him energy; the energy will ensure that he doesn't fall asleep a quarter of the way into the night. Arthur can't be with him during the day--the night is all they have.

"I don't know whether I want to thank you or not," Eames says honestly. He opens up the first container and reaches for some rice to go with it. The smell makes him want to make the most obscene noises. "But know that I would gladly forget all about this feast if you decided pouncing was a better option. At least, I would forget about it for a while. I daresay I would fight you for a curry after enough - pouncing."

"I've waited this long to pounce on you," Arthur says. "I can wait until you've satisfied your hunger," to satisfy mine goes unsaid, though his grin is wicked enough that Eames might pick up on it anyway.

Eames had been dipping his finger into a container of sauce and flavorings when Arthur said that, so by the time he was finished talking and was grinning wickedly at Eames, Eames had his fingers in his mouth. It all becomes a little too apparent to him, at that point, that he wouldn't mind sucking Arthur off in front of the fire and showing him just how hungry Eames can be.

He doesn't say this. He doesn't say anything. He just gets up, carefully moving around his food, and looms over Arthur. He leans in and kisses him thoroughly, wondering if the taste of his food puts him off at all and worrying a little - though not enough to stop. Then he moves away and sits back down to actually start eating. The sooner he starts, the sooner he can find out if Arthur wouldn't mind getting sucked off tonight.

If he breathed, Arthur would be breathless from that kiss. It's sudden and hot and /hot/, the taste of the sauces tingling on Arthur's tongue. Food doesn't do anything for him, but the taste of the sauces in Eames' hot, living mouth--yeah, that's something else. Arthur licks his lips as he sets his back to the sofa. He needs some back support after that kiss.

He would be incredibly okay with being sucked off tonight, my god.

(agh the forum would not let me sign in /all day/)

Eames smirks, looking up at Arthur through his eyelashes in between bites. That, Eames has to admit, is a /damned/ good look on Arthur.

(booooooooo)

And Arthur likes that smirk. Eames being pretty confident in himself seems to bode well for Arthur. He gets up after a moment, to take off his jacket and hang it up by the door, and mess around with the fire as Eames eats. It will start to get cold soon, and having the fire nice and hot while they sprawl out in front of it sounds amazing.

Eames doesn't take long. He'll probably pause between dinners to go sit with Arthur and demand that they do something together. "It doesn't have to be sexual, darling, though it's completely fine by me if it is," eyebrow waggle. "But for heaven's sake, let's do something."

"I can see I'm going to have to come up with lists of things to keep you entertained," Arthur teases. But he's been driven a bit mad by watching Eames' mouth as he eats--that mouth is sin, personified--and he's very, very happy to keep Eames entertained with kissing, while he's lacking a list of other things to do--deep and needy kisses, punctuated with fingertips flirting over Eames' bum.

Which earns Arthur quiet, pleased noises. Eames'll have time to worry about whether or no this is a good idea later, whether or not he's going to be left on the curb by another vampire dripping with charm and grace. Right now he's far too happy with residual light-headedness from blood loss, food, and kisses from Arthur. Kiss that make Eames actually feel like he might mean something. That's something Eames could get to crave between visits.

Arthur is much too commitment-shy to admit that this flirtation between him and Eames might develop into something meaningful. He uses people and he lets people use him in the course of his work, but this feels like something else. This isn't what being used feels like. This might be what being appreciated feels like, being... liked, even.

In any case: kissing. Kissing is already making this one of the most interesting and best personal relationships Arthur has. "Have I mentioned how much I like your mouth?" he pants in between kisses.

Arthur's panting makes Eames want to pin him and claim him. He growls a little through his smile. "No, darling, I don't think so. Fond of my mouth, then?" he drags his tongue over his bottom lip, just to tease.

Arthur lifts his hand and runs his thumb over Eames' wet lip, his eyes impossibly dark. "'Fond' isn't really the right word."

Eames leans in adn rubs his cheek against Arthur's briefly. His voice comes out low and rough. "Tell me the right word."

Arthur inhales sharply at the sound of Eames' voice. "'Need' comes close." He rubs his cheek against Eames' right back, enjoying the strangeness of it. He's rarely had shapeshifter lovers, despite how hot their blood is, how fit they usually are. His lovers have mostly been his marks. "Are you scenting me?"

Eames' stomach flips, but he manages to keep his cool. "I think I am," he says, amused. "Is that alright by you, love?"

"I like it," Arthur says, kind of surprised at himself. "I think I'd like smelling like you. You smell good."

Eames practically glows as he smiles at Arthur, then leans in again to take a very deep sniff of his scent. He presses his nose to Arthur's skin. "You smell clean. Vampire, obviously. Something earthy underneath - I won't assume a crypt, so cliché. But definitely something earthy. Familiar," he pulls back blinking a little; he didn't mean to say that much. He covers the shock and embarrassment up with quick charm and apparent ease.

Arthur takes the opportunity of Eames being so close to card his fingers through Eames' hair, and he curls his hand at Eames' neck when Eames pulls back, smiling at him. "Familiar? Already? I like that."

Eames wants to ask Arthur to say 'need' again, and to think up more words. He thinks that might be a little desperate, though, so he doesn't. Instead, he says, "Oh, Arthur, you really have no idea do you?" Eames clicks his tongue. "Of course you smell familiar. Didn't you think that it was a little odd that the shifter always had the sniffles when you were around? You smell fantastic, always have done. I tried to get as much as that as I could."

"I just thought--I don't know what I thought." Arthur wrinkles his face up a bit and trails his nails over Eames' neck. "I did notice. I must have noticed everything you did. It's possible my rate of having showers increased," he jokes.

"I just thought--I don't know what I thought." Arthur wrinkles his face up a bit and trails his nails over Eames' neck. "I did notice. I must have noticed everything you did. It's possible my rate of having showers increased," he jokes.

"You've always smelled amazing," Eames reassures him. "Did you think you didn't?"

"I thought I /smelled/," Arthur says, joking but not really. "I didn't know what like."

(No but we're having brunch tomorrow, I have to sleeeeeeeep. After MitzX I'm gone, sorryyyyy.)

"Mm," Eames hums thoughtfully. "Well, pet, you had better get used to being smelled if you weren't before. I was practically being subtle before. If I can get away with it, I'll be making sure I'm surrounded by your scent as much as possible."

(awww maaaan okaaaay I guess. GOODNIGHT PRE-EMPTIVELY <333)

"That, I think I can deal with," Arthur murmurs. He tilts his head for Eames.

(i am so changing my password, i am about to move into the house and the internet is not working yet and so i will be on the phone for i don't know how long and i can't go without forum for that long)

Eames is too used to being denied what he wants. That movement means entirely too much to him. He smiles and presses his nose to Arthur's skin. "Thank you," he says quietly, warmly.

(*shooshpap* It's okay you have phone internet now all the forums for you, there there)

Arthur is used to denying himself what he wants. So it's nice to give in. "Anytime," he promises.

(sobbing it's good to be back)