Awaken

Xander struggled and turned his head to the side. “Wha...” It was his statue, in the flesh. A bit on the pale side, and he’d imagined the hair to be dark, not that... that shade of bleach. “Hey... Mmmph.”

Help... he was being assaulted by his statue... his very alive, very hot, very forceful statue. As he tried to protest, a velvety tongue delved past his teeth and into his mouth. Suddenly, his head started to swim... he couldn’t think straight... not when he was trying to avoid... catch... no avoid that tongue!

The former statue’s hands started to roam over his stomach... under his shirt... oh God... the pads of his fingers were tracing every indentation of Xander’s body, just as carefully as he’d carved the muscles on the statue. As the guy started to turn him, Xander came to his senses and pushed him away... stepping back at the same time.

He took a few deep breaths, staring at the piercing blue eyes, the cheek bones he’d been meaning to round down a bit, the angular chin... and lower... at corded muscles clearly visible through the sheerest tee shirt ever. Mouth dry, he dragged his gaze back up. “Who are you?”

“Spike’ll do. It’s what you called me when you were working on my hair.”

“Um... no, that would have been Spikey...”

Spike raised an eyebrow. “Call me what you like. You did summon me, yeah? So let’s get on with it.”

“With it... what it... what... no!” Xander stopped Spike from pulling his shirt off over his head, but not before he got an eyeful of rippling muscles and a narrow waist.

“No? Why not?” Spike cocked his head. “Ah. Want me to undress you.” Immediately, he reached for Xander’s jeans and started to unzip, until the artist batted his hands away.

Puzzled, he looked at Xander.

“I... I ... I don’t... you know, not with guys...”

Spike’s eyebrow went up again.

“Well... at least when no alcohol’s involved,” he added defensively.

This time Spike looked down his own wine stained shirt.

“I mean in me!”

“In... of course.”

When Spike took a menacing step toward him, Xander shouted, “no! no... I mean the liquor... never mind. Talk about bizarre...” He licked his lips. “I... you’re supposed to be a vampire... I mean I was making a...”

“Right. Want to see the teeth then?” Spike opened his mouth and snapped his perfect set of fangs together a few times. “Want to feel them?”

“Feel?” Confused, Xander started to reach out to drag his finger to the sharpest point of the fang on one side, when it became clear Spike had another idea.

Spike grabbed the artist’s hand and tugged him close, swooping down and unerringly finding the guy’s jugular. Scraping his teeth over Xander’s skin, he spoke. “Can hear your heart beating. All for me, yeah?”

“Fuck no.” Xander pushed the vampire away again, and yeah, his heart was beating so hard he thought it was going to jump out of his chest. “Look... this wasn’t my idea...”

“Right... you were just standing there.”

“Uh huh...”

“And poof, I appear.”

“Yup.”

“Out of thin air, complete surprise.”

“Exactly.

“After you read this spell, and gave me wine and blood.”

“Ri-- No!” Xander frowned. “It wasn’t supposed to go that way.”

“Did though, come on... let’s enjoy this...”

Next thing Xander knew, he was in Spike’s arms again, mouths welded together in the slowest, most heated kiss ever. Flames licked up and down his body. No... But his mental protests were drowned out by the sound of his heart pounding, his blood rushing, and oh God... had he just made that needy sound?

Spike took advantage, deepening the kiss, tasting his maker, tasting him and branding him with the imprint of his body. Artists were never satisfied with their work, but he’d see to this one’s full satisfaction.

Xander drew in a shocked breath when Spike grasped his hair and pulled it back, giving the vampire better access to his mouth. He’d never been kissed like this, like he was the sole focus of his partner. He needed to think... to figure stuff out, but how could he when that mouth was doing things to him, those hands were roaming his body, making him hard... making him want, and when Spike’s body was right there, moving against him just right... just so...

Spike broke the kiss. “So, I take it I can stay.”

“Ohhh yeah.” Xander’s eyes fluttered open. “No!”

The vampire gave a smug sneer. “The question gets answered only once... least that’s what I know ‘bout the spell.”

“Shit.”

(Feedback would be lovely ::grins::)