Stone Cold Lover

 

Chapter 3

The next morning Darien was up bright and early. None of the workers had arrived yet and he was free to go poke about his statue. The big male crept into the room cautiously, as if expecting the statue to blow up. When it didn't, he got closer.



"You're...still a statue, right?"

Overnight, he had figured out how to open his eyes, but stayed silent and still as the male questioned him.

"There, that's right. You are just a statue. It was all just a dream and I am not crazy. So,” Darien sighed, pleased by the fact that the statue remained quiet and unmoved.

Ah, but he really wanted to see him! He opened his eyes just enough to see him.

Darien gasped sharply, eyes catching the movement. "How come...you can move?" He whispered tightly, face a little pale.

The honey brown of his eyes were visible and he looked at Chocolate-Voice. He was…delectable. Oh yeah, he would so tap that. He was tall, broad, with short, disheveled black hair and wide green eyes that stared at him in disbelief. The man had stubble across his square jaw, and he looked just a little rumpled all over. Yum.

"Oh." Darien blinked, captivated by those so real eyes. He flushed, looking away and backing up. "S-so, you're obviously not JUST a statue." He said suddenly embarrassed. "What are you then? A—a demon? Or am I seeing things and am really crazy?”

 

The statue snorted. As if he would turn himself to stone. He was hungry and horny, dammit!



"But what if I’m not crazy? How can this be?" Darien mused, circling the statue once it became obvious it couldn’t move any other part of itself. He was, for the most part, done freaking out and was just curious now. His inner curiosity was begging to be satisfied—and it often got him into trouble.

"Can you feel anything if I touch you, I wonder?" He slid a hand across the expanse of the statue's back and then to his ass.



Now the guy was groping him! Not that he minded but still...



"Hmm...guess not. Well, I don't know what to do." Darien sighed, scratching his head. "Maybe I should get a wizard in here or something. You're obviously magical. I think. But where to find a wizard…?"



The statue snorted again. "Maybe you should kiss me again stud," he muttered. "See if that gets the old limbs a'crackin."



"What was that?" Darien asked, peering closer. "What're you? Some princess? Hey didn't I kiss you before?” Darien took a step back. This was crazy. But…what if--?  

 

“Okay,” he said after some time, deciding to just go with it. “Fine. I guess one more couldn't hurt. Not like you’re really REAL anyways." With a deep breath, Darien gave the statue a quick peck on the lips.



He would have rolled his eyes if he could. "Oh come on, honey, it's not like I'm going anywhere. You can do much better than that, I'm sure." he purred.



Darien turned bright red. "Sorry my kissing skills are lacking." He grumbled. However, he tried for a third time. He kissed the statue like he meant it. Like he would kiss someone he loved.



Warmth begin to flood his system, and he gasped, gasped against the male's lips, as his first taste of air and sexual energy in stars knew how long. But he was delicious.



Darien's drew in a deep breath and tasted that gasp. Gods, what was going on? Those marble lips felt so warm and lush. The demon moaned softly, deepening the kiss, his tongue searching for another.



He found it, warm and moist and soft, curling around his as a pleased hum reverberated through his body. He began to feel again. It was like all of his limbs were defrosting at the same time.  



Darien's arms encircled the male's waist as he plunged deeper, needing more of that sweet taste. But then the marble was feeling soft beneath his hands and the fragile spell was broken. With a cry of shock, Darien jerked backwards away from the stranger in place of his statue, panting for breath as he hurriedly wiped his glasses clean. This...couldn’t be real!

The statue—well, man now—looked at the male, really looked at him. "Thanks," he said, smiling a little. "You freed me, gorgeous."



Darien's mouth hung open in shock. "But but but you're....OH GOD!" He gasped, plopping down on the floor right where he stood.

"You kissed me back!" The man added almost shyly.



The naked male stepped a bit shakily off the platform he was standing on and stretched, smiling that gorgeous smile at the man again. "That I did, stud." he purred.

A dark blush crept up Darien's neck and to his hairline. He was unable to look away from the gorgeous sight of the...male. Darien wasn’t exactly sure who or what he was looking at. "How...what's going on?" He asked lamely, feeling heat pooling in his groin.



"Oh…a jealous wizard ex-boyfriend got pissed at me and turned me to stone." The man said, as he looked at the male, "But you freed me," he smiled. "I think that means you deserve a reward..." he said, looking the male over.

"N-no no that's alright." Darien replied, scooting backwards hurriedly. "It was my p-pleasure, you know. And I bet we could report your ex to the police, right? He'll get taken care of? I mean, I don’t really know how—how to find a wizard or whatever but--" He babbled.



"What is it? You’ve already got someone? Or am I not pleasing enough?" the statue pouted, motioning to his sculpted body as he stepped closer.

"No, that's not it. You're gorgeous!" Darien blurted before his blush rose to an entirely different level. "I-I mean...you don't even know me!"



"Hm...well, my name is Rain...what's yours?" Rain asked, stepping closer again, a seductive sway in his hips.



"Darien. I-It's nice to meet you Rain." He gulped out, sliding a little further backwards. His dark eyes were round as saucers as they honed in on the vee of Rain's hips, watching as they swayed tauntingly. "Well, ah, I suppose you'll be wanting to get home. Right?" Darien tried as he slowly stood up. He was much taller than Rain and he hoped the height difference would give him more confidence.



"Darien," Rain said, rolling the name on his tongue like a fine piece of chocolate. "I like it," he said finally.

"So Darien..." he purred as he walked up to the taller male, and he placed a hand on his broad chest. "Why are you so ready to get rid of me?" he asked, face set in a sexy pout. "And here I was thinking," the hand trailed down to rest on Darien's large erection, "that we could be friends."