(MxM) Tales of a Shifter (P3)- The Secret Threat

Chapter 13 - RUN

It was a good question. 

What would Ezekiel do with the information he had sought to uncover for so long? Would he feel compelled to speak of it with his family? Would he continue to ask Brandon a million other questions and continue to prod for the truth? Would he back off? Would he act differently?

Perhaps sensing that the two of them were at a cross roads Ezekiel took a breath and instead of doing anything Brandon thought he would do Ezekiel conceded all of the control over to him with only a few murmured words. "I don't really know....Brandon we obviously have more to talk about....but...." He softly admitted. "What do YOU want to happen now...?"

A sharp wave of emotion pricked Brandon. It was uncanny how alike the two of them were at certain moment; how unprepared for the current situation the two of them were. "I don't know either...." Brandon softly laughed, and cast Ezekiel a sad smile before he said. "I guess first of all...We need to get back to the mansion?"

At Brandon's slight demand/question Ezekiel seemed to hesitate to pull back for a moment as though he were reluctant to step away. He released a small chuckle that held a heavy note of resignation before he reached out and put a hand against Brandon's cheek. A flash of light touched Ezekiels azure gaze as though the Leopard were dancing inside of him.

"Of course we can go back to the mansion if you feel better Brandon, but before we do anything else and before we go any further..." Ezekiel suddenly smiled at him. "I wanted to say Thank you."

"For what?" Brandon asked with a sinking guilty heart.

With a soft slightly confused smile, as though the answer were obvious, Ezekiel replied. "You saved my life after we jumped down that waterfall. You used your power and got sick because of me. So, thank you." Then Ezekiel leaned forward and kissed him again before Brandon could respond. This kiss was something longer and deeper than the kiss before.

Brandon was a little helpless to lean into the sweet touch, before he pulled back from this kiss even as a dizzying zing of arousal shot strait down to his gut and along the tip of his cock that was still semi-hard locked behind the zipper of his jeans. Brandon almost moaned, but sensing that making any sounds at all could reignite the fire between them Brandon bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood, in an attempt to quell the sound in his chest.

To Brandon's surprise Ezekiel winced and reached out, lifted his chin and smoothed his bottom lip away from his teeth with his thumb.

"Stop that!" he snarled a small light of displeasure in his gaze that made Brandon want to whimper. Ezekiel pinned him with his gaze, even as he softened his tone. "Stop running away from me..." He whispered "You don't have to." As he said this his thumb danced across the abused flesh of Brandon's bottom lip, easily dashing away the pain, and releasing a flutter of desire. Just like that the heat between them was only moments from coming back, the urge to lean forward and coax Ezekiels strong body back into the cot was overwhelming.

But it was swiftly broken....as a new sensation over took desire...and stabbed Brandon in the heart.

In the matter of moments, Ezekiels caress....and everything else in that room faded to the back of his mind...

Brandon almost felt his soul buckle as the Flame seemed to bark a warning across the valleys of his mind. With its power Brandon sensed a monumental shift in the air all around him. He felt something in the back of his soul. A familiar twinge......a familiar dread.

"I thought we were going to leave Ezekiel?" Without thinking Brandon reached up and pushed Ezekiels hand away. "I can't stand being in this cot for another moment....Please." He said as his only answer and explanation for his actions. Inwardly Brandon cringed at the cold sharp tone that he took, but something felt terribly wrong all of a sudden. All across his body he felt a tightness. And it was getting stronger.