Tales of a Shifter (P6) - Child of Sun & Moon

Chapter 64 - His Certh-leigh

 His Certh-leigh

Inside of Ezekiel, his Leopard growled, he could feel it seething in displeasure. It wanted to comfort the man too.

Ezekiel instinctively went to touch Brandon again, caressing his face despite the logic of knowing that he couldn't honestly do much for the man because they weren't truly together. Heck, this was the first time that he and Brandon had shared a dream so intense and vivid....or even been able to converse in the shared dreams. Ezekiel knew that the links between their souls as Mates were still incomplete, so he was scared that this moment would be cut short like all the other dreams before.

All he wanted was to touch Brandon, caress his lips once more to calm the darkness in his glowing green eyes, which were both alien and far too familiar. He and his Leopard, they both wanted their Mates distress to end, but even as Ezekiel reached out he could only swallow cold bitter unhappiness as his fingertips simply ghosted over Brandon's form and touched only warm emptiness, when all Ezekiel wanted was to touch Brandon's cheek.

"Blue boy...I cant wait...I wont let me waste anymore time." suddenly all the love and warmth and soft understanding that had swept over Brandon's expression bled away, like sand being dashed off a canvas by a gust of wind.

A icy cold shiver snapped over Ezekiel's awareness as he looked deep into his lovers eyes and all that stared back at him was cold detachment. Ezekiel tried to summon the words to speak, he tried to gather the reason to put towards the strange cascade of uncertainty that had bubbled up in the back of his mind, but before he could, Brandon's head tilted slightly...and a small eerie smile danced alive on his mostly wooden face.

"Ah-ha, so you are to be HIS Imprint...how fitting. Yes, it is fitting to see the ironic cruelty between you and him. Both of you are useless cowards, and yet you...? There is more to you, more to him. To Us all. There MUST be more!"

"Brandon?...No...who?" Ezekiel leaned backward, and then he slowly let his arms drop aside. He couldn't describe the feeling, but all of a sudden?

The Reaver felt like the eyes and the voice meeting his senses were far removed from anything close to Brandon. Same voice, same face....same haunting enchanting visage of his love, but all the warmth of their previous connection felt quashed and muted somehow overshadowed by something much more intense and harsh.

The man before him smiled big and feral, and he lifted a hand and tossed back the glorious mane of glimmering silver and gold locks. His movements were winsome and oddly enchanting. This Brandon moved with a twine and a confidence like a dancer, and it seemed like this man, just before Ezekiel's eyes, was another nameless individual speaking at him from the lips of his lover.

Tendrils of glistening hair danced down over the naked body of his lover's torso, almost seeming to float about his beautiful, slim form like feathers.

"Don't you see? One fears truth and loss. The other fears power and death. But what is there to fear? The laws of this world demand true sacrifice, bloody rebirth, and a seething cleansing. TRUE equivalent exchange...."

Brandon's face contorted into a grimace of dark glee as he finished. "We can bring all that and more. We can be Utter Destruction. You and me. The ones fated to shatter the Balance if we wanted to. Do you want to see it all bleed saccharine and scarlets, my Ceart-leth? Aren't you tired of this cycle?"

Ezekiel felt a cold revulsion slither over his belly, but not because he was uncomfortable, but because the veracious, almost avaricious look piercing out of Brandon's gaze in that moment sent pure liquid pleasure curling all over his loins. His breathing picked up, and all Ezekiel knew was that he and his Leopard....