Chamber by Chamber // Snowbaz

Finding His Fangs 101

"Sorry Snow, I just, um," Baz never trips over his words. (Or apologizes.) "You were just so close, and I-" It's my turn to shut him up with my mouth, bringing him back into the kiss. He doesn't pull away this time. I'm very aware of his hands on my back and threading through my hair, tugging softly. I am not, however, so aware of why this began in the first place. (Not that I want it to stop.)

Fangs I remember as I pull on his hair. (As soft as I had always imagined it to be.) I want to see his fangs, but I won't mention it now, so he doesn't think I'm using him. (I am using him. And I feel like a right prat about it.) (As I tug off his shirt, it doesn't feel like I'm using him.) He puts sloppy kisses down my neck and my shoulders, leaving love bites. I can't help but groan his name, and I wonder briefly how long he's been wanting this. (How long have I been wanting this?) I don't want this, I remind myself. It's just means to an end. And that end is finally proving that he's a vampire, once and for all.

"Bite me," I whisper fervently, barely audible. My voice wavers and Baz stills, and for a moment I wonder if I've gone and bloody fucked it up.

"Excuse me, Snow?"

"Baz. Bite me." I say again, meeting his gaze as he moves to sit up. (Just one look and this'll all be over with.)

"Simon, I don't um-" He looks unsure, and I try to non-verbally communicate that he can trust me. (Even though this is all just a plot to prove his vampirism.) (Maybe I'm the one that's been plotting this whole time.) "I don't think that's a good idea." He looks to anywhere but me. Right. So that's practically an admission. I could just stop right here, call it good, yeah? But something tugs in my gut (and not my never ending hunger, for once), telling me that I shouldn't stop here. I don't want to stop here.

"Baz, love," I bring a hand up to his (Edward Cullen style) cheekbones. "It's okay. I don't care." I try telling myself I do care, but, well. I don't think I intended to go this far, and now I've got no idea where to go from here.

For a moment, I think he's either going to walk away or punch me. Instead, he reaches up to take my hand and takes a deep breath. Then he opens his mouth a bit. Before anything happens, I give his hand a reassuring squeeze. When his fangs drop and he flushes a bit, I can't help but gasp.

"Wicked," I expected a lot of things to come out of my mouth when I finally saw his fangs. Admiration was not expected. Attraction was not expected. Blood rushing to certain extremities was not expected.

He smiles a bit and rolls his eyes when I try to get closer to look at them. "Really?" He asks, gently trying to push me away. (It's half arsed. He's not really trying, anyway.)

"Crowley, Baz! They're- they're so cool." He flushes just a touch again as I put my hand out to touch the front of one. (Is this weird? This is definitely weird.) "This is insane. Insane, Baz! Do they pop out when you eat?"

"Yes," I always wondered why he didn't eat in the dining hall. (He lisps with his fangs. It is the single most bloody arousing thing I've ever heard in my life.)

"And you um," I stumble, looking for the right words. "They help you... drink?" He goes stiff and I rub soft circles in his hand to help him relax. He only nods. "Okay, and now the biggest question." He braces himself.

"Carry on then, Simon."

"Your fangs- are they... are they like straws that suck the blood up or do you stab and then drink?" He stares at me in what I can only assume to be shock at my genius question, but then he laughs and rolls his eyes while shoving me, and I think he might be the most beautiful thing I've seen, fangs and all. (Especially with the fangs.)

"I am not a sippy cup, Simon. I could kill you in an instant- without magic. I'm..." He trails off, looking sad. I think I know what he's thinking, and I don't like it a bit. (Maybe this morning I would've said I did. But now? Now it's like everything has changed... maybe because everything has.)

I softly open his mouth and press a soft kiss to each of his fangs. Somehow, he manages to both tense and relax at the same time. "You're beautiful, Baz." I know his secret now. Years and years spent trying to get it out of him- for just some clue. But what I didn't realize was that he was giving me bloody clues all the time! I was right daft, looking for other secrets- the wrong secrets..Not knowing he was always trying to tell me his biggest one of all.

He fancies me. More than that, I think after the right proper snog we had, I fancy him. (And I think it's been that way a long bloody time, too.) I dunno what I thought I'd do once I figured out he was a vampire and he showed me his fangs. Maybe I thought I was going to tell the mage; finally get rid of Baz, once and for all. But really, I think Penny would tell me this has all been because I secretly wanted to snog him. (Maybe she's right- usually is.)

Baz grins at me like I'm all he's ever wanted. (He's all I've ever wanted- I just didn't know it yet.) "You're not so bad yourself, Snow." (His lisping is driving me mad.)

"You called me Simon, before." He shakes his head and cocks his eyebrow in that infuriating way that's always riled me up. (In more ways than one, now that I think on it.)

"No I-" I shove my mouth into his, risking my lip getting sliced open in order to shut him up. (If I would have known this method of shutting-up would work, I certainly would have done it a bloody long time ago.)

After what seems like a very long and heated time, I pull back, despite his protestations. Sheepishly, but with more want and lust and love that I've ever felt before, I choke out, "About that bite I asked for earlier..."