Demonic Art 2

I was surrounded by a thick fog. I could barely see my own hands. I jumped when I heard someone speaking.

"Poor Even, gifted by the nine muses." I looked around for the voice. "But, you are missing your other half. None of your art can be completed without them. We can help you out." The voice sounded feminine.

I saw a shadow get darker, as it got closer to me, within the thick fog. The shape was human but I could not see any features at all. The shadow reached out and pulled my hands to him. It somehow knew that I could not see the features so it helped me feel them.

From feeling the warm body against mine, I realized that the shadow was male. His height was just tall enough so that he barely had to lean over to kiss me. He guided my hands starting from his hips up. His muscles were firm yet soft and I could feel a thin scar going diagonal across his abs. My fingers danced across his chest to feel the shape as I slowly reached his face.

His hair was soft and wavy with enough length to hold onto. His lips were soft with the perfect shape to match mine. His eyes were big enough to show his emotions if I could see them. His cheekbones were sharp like European royalty. The shape of his whole face was perfect for me to hold, to make it easier to pour my emotions into every kiss.

His arms moved away and I felt one hold the back of my head while the other wrapped around my waist. My hands landed on his broad shoulders as he pulled me plush against his chest. I realized that neither of us was wearing clothes as I felt his heat brush up against me. I was surprised when I felt his lips against mine. For the first time in my life, I felt complete as his tongue slipped into my mouth. Then, after he tasted my mouth, he moved down to leave his mark on my neck.

I jolted up in my bed, panting, as I had to remember that it was just a dream. I could feel the tingling of the kiss still on my lips. My face felt hot as I got out of bed. The dream was on my mind as I walked into my workspace.

Something was urging and pulling me to make the person of my dream. I started with the basic shape and height before going from the bottom up with the major details. Sam walked in as I was working on the middle part of his body.

"Wow, someone is getting a little touchy-feely." He said as I started working on the butt.

"At least he has one." I pointed a clay-covered finger at him. Whenever I use you as a model, I have to add one to it."

He flipped me off as he stretched out on my work couch. I have the couch just in case I pass out from lack of sleep or I need to get a relaxed position right.

I slowly worked up and added a loose, open button, shirt to his chest. I jumped when Sam sneezed and I added a line going diagonal across his abs, I decided to fix it as soon as I was done with the face. My brain started to remember the part of my dream where I felt the scar in the same place. I ignored the whistle as I worked on the muscles in his arms. Then, I had to go in between the arms to work on the head.

A shiver went up my spine as I felt something shift behind me. I turned around and saw Sam playing on his phone while on the couch. After looking around, I continued my work. As I finished with the final details, I felt the movement again. This time I knew it was someone's arms wrapping around my neck and waist.

"Sam! What have I told you about messing around with my work as I am working?"

"I do not have a death wish, and I have no clue what you are talking about right now. I am feeding my baby dragons over here."

I tried to look at him but the statue's hands limited my movements. A shock went through my body as I felt soft but firm lips on mine. The statue's arms shifted to a better position to deepen the kiss. Against the urges of my body and heart, I pushed myself away from the kiss. I heard a phone drop to the ground as I fell back. I looked up and saw that my statue turned into a real man.

"Thank goodness that I made him with clothes on." I blurted out the first words in my head and Sam started laughing.

"I can't tell if I should be more shocked by your statue coming to life or the fact you did not want him naked."

The living statue looked around before focusing on me. He had flowing wavy black hair that was medium length. He had mismatched eyes, one green, and one bright amber. The two colors that I use the most in my art. He gave me a sweet smile before reaching out to help me up.

"Could you give me my name, Creator?" His voice was deep and he gave me a look that reminded me of a puppy. "Why are you turning red?"

Sam started giggling like a mad man as I tried to remember how to speak.

"You don't have a name?" I stumbled with my words as I talked.

"Of course not Creator, you do not name your art until you are finished."

He had a good point and I still could not believe that my art came to life. Sam waved me over and started whispering to me.

"Quick question, where did you get the inspiration for him?" I quickly explained my last dream to him. He flicked my forehead as soon as I was done. "You were gifted by the gods! That hot piece of ass was made by you, for you to fuck!"

A hot man was a gift from the gods for me. This is the first time I have ever heard of this. 'First', 'Man', and 'Gods' were stuck echoing in my head as I tried to think of a name. I walked over to him as I got an idea for him.

"Have you decided on my name, Creator?" He gave me the puppy eyes as he spoke and I regretted giving him eyes like that.

"Since you were created by clay, I shall give you the name of a first man created by a god. Adam." I grabbed his hands. "Please stop calling me Creator, my name is Evan."

"Evan." He purred my name and I felt my blood rush to places it has never rushed before.

"My name is Sam and I'm out of here." He said before bolting out and we watched him leave.

My face felt warm as Adam looked at me like a hunter and I was the prey. He leaned forward and I felt his lips on my neck.

"Evan." He purred my name again and his breath sent shivers up my spine. "Say my name." He whispered and I felt his words vibrate.

"Adam," I whispered and I felt his smile on my neck. "Please stay here."

"I will never leave you." His lips started to trail up my neck and across my cheek. "I was made for loving you." He said into my lips.

The door slammed open and I stumbled backward. Adam fell on top of me and knocked over some of my paints.