(MxM) Tales of a Shifter (P4)- The Blood

Chapter 44 - Hoping For Love

Chapter 44

When the soft morning light tented across the windows in the room Brandon slowly awakened to the world.

As always the first thing he became aware of was the crash and bang of the Flame inside of him. This morning the wild energy and the hunger that he felt was slightly less than it had been the day before.

A small cluster of pain, a light brush of awareness of the energy pulsing all around in the world...but for the most part Brandon was able to brush the Flame away and turn his thoughts outwards to the material world.

What he realized next made him start in surprise. Brandon blinked and froze as he felt how he was now lying beside Ezekiel. But it wasn't the fact that Ezekiel was beside him in bed that made Brandon dazed. It was the proximity of their bodies.

Brandon was halfway on top of Ezekiel's chest, mostly lying atop the Shifter like a blanket. His left arm slung across the Guardians naked chest and Brandon's legs were tangled and resting between Ezekiels. Ezekiel's large right hand was splayed across Brandon's back anchoring him to the Shifters side and the warm puff of his breath danced across Brandon's scalp as Ezekiel's lips brushed his temple.

The deep rhythms of his breaths and his heartbeat beneath Brandon's cheek alerted Brandon to the fact that the shifter was asleep. Brandon couldn't help but quietly observe the Guardians sleeping. Brandon was simply fascinated by it, because he had never been this close to another sleeping man....or Shifter. It was a very new experience...and one that was oddly enjoyable.

Suddenly with a deep exhale Ezekiel began to awaken. He yawned deeply flashing a set of six long fangs before he culled his yawn, opened his eyes and looked at Brandon.

Brandon was stuck for a few good moments simply falling back in love with Ezekiel's blue eyes, the playful shine of a beast within him, looking out on the world....and the strong contours of his features and soft inviting lips.

Then Brandon spent another good few seconds wordless and struggling with what to say to the Guardian. He also didn't know if he needed to get off the man or keep playing comfortably in his arms.

Luckily Ezekiel broke the silence for them both. Gently he embraced Brandon, large gentle hands rubbed comfortingly at his arms and shoulders in companionship.

"Hey, good morning Brandon..." Ezekiel easily breathed, as he shared Brandon's gaze seemingly unfazed by their growing intimacy. "How're you feeling?"

Instantly hating that they had to speak about Brandon's inner demon, the Flame, but knowing that Ezekiel was only asking from a good place Brandon forced himself to lie. "I feel great so far....and what about you? Are you still sore?" Brandon asked with an ever-present hitch of guilt.

"I feel fine..." Ezekiel softly replied, then he smiled slightly, sighed and his arms traveled down Brandon's shoulders, across his back, and gently framed his hips. The feeling of their bodies lying and relaxing into the sheets and the Guardians palms on his body elicited a shallow shiver of awareness.

"Honestly? Im feeling a little bit...frisky maybe..."

Brandon blinked at the playful term. "Um...Frisky?"

Ezekiel licked his lips, and a strange chirping chuckle danced past his lips as he leaned in. A sound full of animalistic excitement. "Hard to describe the feeling, but my Leopard has been begging me to do this for weeks....and now I can finally do it! Come here!" Ezekiel said and surprised Brandon by suddenly shifting closer (If that was possible) and lowering his lips to Brandon's ear.

"God, Is it strange that I find you're scent this unbelievable...You smell so good!" Ezekiel breathed against him. The soft in hail and exhale of Ezekiels breath on his cheek and ear, made Brandon shiver a little. The man nuzzled at his nape setting his senses scattering as zings of arousal started to flutter around his gut and lower hips.