Tales of a Shifter (P5) The White Mountain

Chapter 119- Mine

Piping hot steaming meat skewered on the tip of the blade disappeared just as quick as it could be shaved from the hot fire, but literal moment into eating Ezekiel softly smirked leaned in and asked. "So...how likely is it that you will let me feed you, just for tonight."

Brandon stared at the Leopard, his face flushing and his stomach flopping over. "Umm, you do know you just gave me a very sharp, very deadly knife right? I don't need you to feed me Leopard Prince." he threatened in return.

The cringe and embarrassment of the idea of being fed took him by surprise, but because he was so unused to being cared after, the rebellion in his own heart refused to allow him to agree at first. But he knew Ezekiel was just being kind and yet despite his threats and Brandon's discomfort with the idea, a few minutes later Ezekiel took the blade out of Brandon's hand.

Then ignoring his glare Ezekiel took meat off the deer leg with his own blade, cooled it, and gently offered it to the Druid by hand. With a grumble of assent...and no small hint of blushing Brandon let the Shifter feed him the meat. At his submission Ezekiel seemed greatly pleased, causing a soft bloom of happiness to brush Brandon inside, and knowing that his action pleased the Guardian, he soon let Ezkeiel feed them both for a few more minutes.

In no time at all, every piece of meat had been shaved from one of the legs of deer, and with a few sips of cool sunset from the canteen by the blanket, Brandon and Ezekiels rested from their meal, Ezekiel cleaning the blades in the grass with the water, and rewrapping them in their cloths, before he settled back beside Brandon and together they each laced hands and languished fat and full in the fire light.

Nothing was said for a long time....until Brandon let out a hard deep yawn. Ezekiels wrapped his right arm around his hip and pulled him into his side, so that Brandons head was resting on his shoulder.

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After eating and long into the night Ezekiel talked about his family and his Clan. Brandon's new family. Brandons new home.

Story after interesting and hilarious story came from him. Stories about Landers mind reading, Nates pranks, Mantilo's stern love, Walters Leadership, Glen's kindness, Erin and Drin as small children, and even stories about the Clan itself.

The Night wore on. Brandon and Ezekiel both taking time to eat and drink as they lay together sharing warmth and strings of kisses and caresses that soon led to Brandon lying over Ezekiels chest, hands inside of Ezekiels robes his cheek cradled against Ezekiels heartbeat, listening sleepy and even more full of meat as Ezekiel finished up a sweet story about how he helped Nate clean his fur for an entire week after the Wolf fell into a patch of wicked briars infested with deer ticks.

"Oh I can't tell you what it's like having to clean such a hyperactive Wolf for so long. I wanted to strangle Nate by the end of the third day because he refused to sit still! Wagging that damn fluffy tail all over, yipping at every tangle in his fur, and the amount of times that Wolf nipped at me when I brushed him was just stupid!"

Brandon laughed deep and long, before he sighed happily to himself, and nuzzled his face against Ezekiels chest.

"In the end I know they both appreciated your help." He chuckled. "You're a good brother Blue boy....and a good Man. I know your family adores you so much...your heart is so warm."

Brandon murmured as he sleepily began to rub his hands and legs against Ezekiel affectionately. Gently his fingertips came up and moved against Ezekiels nipples and a zing of awareness hit Brandon and his mouth slowly lowered and caressed the column of his throat, nibbling at his Adams apple as his hands caressed, then flicked the buds. He caressed teasingly, then suckled and bit at the sweet hard skin of his pecks.