(MxM)Tales Of A Shifter (P2) - The Clan Celebration

Chapter 17 - Dont Touch Me

Chapter 17

Who are you to make me feel so good?

Who are we to tell ourselves that we're misunderstood?

Were always falling on each other like were both lost in in the dark.

I don't think you know me much at all, all, ALL!

-Ellie Goulding (This Love)

Ezekiel caught him off guard with his fire. A kiss so sweet that it hurt and then so deep, that it had Brandon panting for air. And when Brandon made the mistake of letting his mouth drift open the tip of Ezekiels tongue flicked across his parted lips, then pooled inside his mouth. Brandon moaned and pulled him closer, his senses zeroing on Ezekiels elusive taste before, Ezekiel kissed him again.

Oh GOD! The dreams didn't compare! They were pale imitations to how this mans body felt fitted against his own...

Brandon gasped as Ezekiels thigh slipped between his legs, pressing against the hardening behind Brandon's zipper. The shaft growing thick and pulsing hard in moments. A flare of new lust ran down his back as Brandon rocked against the pressure shamelessly. He needed to feel something there, he needed to relieve the pressure or he felt like he'd lose his mind. Ezekiels left hand curved around his flexing backside guiding his thrusts encouraging him to seek his pleasure, his mounting release. Growling in approval as Brandon fucked himself against the Guardians hard belly.

Moaning loudly with hunger Brandon was helpless to stop himself. He leaned further into the kiss, craving more warmth, more of Ezekiels taste. But even as Ezekiels tongue invaded his mouth and stroked across his tongue Brandon realized that there was something crackling against his hands like static. In the core of his body. An energy growing. Awakening and reaching out.

NO! NO! NO! What have I done!?

Brandon berated himself even as he felt the power flow from his soul like lava. He had to stop it. The warmth that he felt wasn't just from the nearness of Ezekiels body.

It was from the flame, it was trying to feed.

Energy around him fed the power. It always had. Any kind of energy could wake it up like a slumbering dragon from within a cave. And once it woke up....it tried to get out. It just wanted more....

Physical energies such as a touch of a hand, or a push held a certain power. They were far more alluring. The energy of a warm body, animal or man it was too hard not to want it, not to desire it.

The sexual current between Him and Ezekiel was like a match, igniting a pulse of energy inside that shocked him with its intensity. This shared kiss had forced the flame in him to burn. To break free.

He clutched at Ezekiels shoulders in fear. Then as the energy grew hotter, he broke the kiss with a surprised cry and pushed away from Ezekiel with a harsh shove. He landed on his feet and began to move back. Beneath his gloves he felt the energy zapping the leather tearing at it. A second longer and Ezekiel would have felt the power buzzing, clawing to get at him. Into him. Vicious and merciless.

Brandon stared at his hands in horror afraid that the gloves would simply burst into shreds. This has to stop!

With every ounce of energy that was his own Brandon internally sucked at the energy, pulled it in like air from a balloon, but in this instance his soul was what he used. He pulled it back down, he stuffed it into the core of his being and barely managed to lock it there. It banged, it clawed, it fought him to be free. In moments he was exhausted from the continued battle. Brandon began to shake, but what felt like a life time was in fact only a few seconds and suddenly he was looking into Ezekiel's eyes again, as well as fighting to hold off the power.

Ezekiel blinked at him with eyes burning blue from desire, seeming not to notice all the power that had almost burned the life out around them. Ezekiel went to step back towards Brandon. His eyes not only beastly and burning with heat, but clouded with confusion.

"Brandon...." Ezekiel began slightly bewildered by his behavior .

"NO! Get away from me!" Brandon panted backing away from Ezekiel, who instantly stiffened and stopped coming closer at Brandon's erratic tone. Ignoring him Brandon focused on the war inside of himself. He placed a shaking hand over his mouth, feeling that fire inside blossoming, burning him up because it couldn't burn the world.

Mentally he slammed the walls together within himself locking it down. Fighting the bliss that flowed like sunlight down from his chest to his toes. It was wiggling around beneath his skin, like demonic hungry worms. The energy that clamored, he squelched it down with a ferocity and a hatred that he knew was caused by the Shifter standing before him. This power was dangerous.

He wouldn't....couldn't let it hurt Ezekiel.

For a moment he had forgotten the danger. The danger of getting too close. The danger of letting Ezekiel find out too much. But more importantly Ezekiel had managed to make him forget about the danger that he posed to the oblivious Guardian and everyone else that he loved.

This couldn't happen again. Because Brandon would kill them all and enjoy every minute of it.

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Ezekiel stared at Brandon as he backed away from him. Instantly he was shocked by the fear and the anger glaring out at him from those green eyes. Eyes that only moments before he had gotten to shine with playful sensuality. He steeped toward Brandon again trying to understand what had caused his sudden change in behavior. "Brandon what's wrong..?"

He began, but Brandon only snatched his hand down from his mouth and cut him off by saying. "I told you not to do that! We can't..." Brandon struggled. "I need...I want to go back to my room now!"

Suddenly Ezekiel realized that Brandon was shaking, and his hands were clenched. Was he really angry? Or was he scared? Had Ezekiel overstepped in a big way?

Ezekiels mind buzzed as he tried to find a way to understand the dramatic change that had overcome him. Maybe Ezekiel had gotten carried away....Yes, okay he had definitely gotten carried away, but Brandon had seemed into it as well.

Ezekiel reached out and touched the back of Brandon's clenched hand. "Look I want to talk...I'm sorry about...."

Ezekiel was shocked and dismayed when Brandon slapped at his hands as though it burned. "Don't touch me!" he yelled at Ezekiel, shaking more visibly now. "I'm going back to my room."

"But I..." Ezekiel began again only to be silenced by Brandon's cold glare.

"Im going back....Now!" he rasped angrily and Ezekiel was taken aback by his vehemence. But he knew that there was nothing he could do. He'd made his bed now he had to lie in it.

"Okay...." Ezekiel opened his mouth to say more, sighed then turned and started walking. Brandon trailed behind him without another word.