Tales of a Shifter - Broken Bonds (Part 4)

Tales of a Shifter - Broken Bonds (Part 4)

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Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

PART FOUR- The Blood of Brandon Blood. It is vital. It is….power. For Brandon it is pain and darkness…and his destiny. The Flame. The power within him. The secrets behind him. The men that want to control him. It is all connected by webs of betrayals and tragedy. The truth is coming out. Too ugly to accept. To powerful to ignore. But new threats intermingle with the truth. Blurring lines. Creating hostility. And as our two heroes struggle with passion, they will find that these new threats are impossible for them to ignore. Jacob, a black beast form Brandon’s past. He was once beloved and now he is a relentless Lion driven by secular and non-secular goals that speak to madness….and grand plans. Jacob has come at the behest of the Alchemists Clan, a mortal organization that moves in the shadows. Powerful….deadly…..mysterious. And Brandon belongs to them. His father Hovel is their Leader. Ezekiel is forced to ask himself who is Hovel of the Alchemists? What does he have planned for Brandon? Brandon will be forced to ask what more is he willing to lose as the darkness from his past threatens to destroy any and all light? Will he be able to accept Ezekiel’s care, compassion and most of all his affection? As old friendships and betrayals take center stage in this part of the Tales…..what will Brandon do to remain free. To overcome his perverted past and dammed future? What can Ezekiel do to prevent more pain? To strip away everything but the burning hunger between them? Can the past be forgiven? Can it be ignored? What will new facts shed light on….Will the Blood and death continue to flow? Our heroes stand at the precipice of their emotions, even as The Blood of Brandon releases insanity and chaos.

Summary

PART FOUR- The Blood of Brandon

Blood. It is vital. It is….power. For Brandon it is pain and darkness…and his destiny. The Flame.

The power within him. The secrets behind him. The men that want to control him. It is all connected by webs of betrayals and tragedy.

The truth is coming out. Too ugly to accept. To powerful to ignore. But new threats intermingle with the truth.

Blurring lines. Creating hostility.

And as our two heroes struggle with passion, they will find that these new threats are impossible for them to ignore.

Jacob, a black beast form Brandon’s past. He was once beloved and now he is a relentless Lion driven by secular and non-secular goals that speak to madness….and grand plans.

Jacob has come at the behest of the Alchemists Clan, a mortal organization that moves in the shadows. Powerful….deadly…..mysterious.

And Brandon belongs to them. His father Hovel is their Leader.

Ezekiel is forced to ask himself who is Hovel of the Alchemists? What does he have planned for Brandon?

Brandon will be forced to ask what more is he willing to lose as the darkness from his past threatens to destroy any and all light? Will he be able to accept Ezekiel’s care, compassion and most of all his affection?

As old friendships and betrayals take center stage in this part of the Tales…..what will Brandon do to remain free. To overcome his perverted past and dammed future?

What can Ezekiel do to prevent more pain? To strip away everything but the burning hunger between them?

Can the past be forgiven? Can it be ignored?

What will new facts shed light on….Will the Blood and death continue to flow?

Our heroes stand at the precipice of their emotions, even as The Blood of Brandon releases insanity and chaos.

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Submitted: September 09, 2016

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Brandon sighed away the tight ball in his chest that Ezekiels truthful if hard words had somehow helped to unravel.

 

 Allowing Ezekiel to hold him close, with their foreheads resting together, Brandon kept his eyes closed as he said. “Once again….you’re not making me feel any better Ezekiel.”

 

“Well maybe this will.” Ezekiel said softly, and because Brandon’s eyes were closed, he didn’t see Ezekiel lean in and softly claim him lips.

 

The kiss was soft and sweet like being caressed by a warm breeze. Brandon broke the contact quickly fighting a shiver that tried to run down his spine as he opened his eyes and met the electric blue gaze of a beast. Looking down and away Brandon shook his head in denial.

 

 “Ezekiel aren’t you angry at me?” He asked the Guardian suddenly sure that like Mantilo Ezekiel was disappointed….and disgusted with him for all of the lies. “You know I’m to blame for the Ghouls coming here and for Jacob hurting you and attacking your home….”

 

“I don’t blame you for the Ghouls or Jacob….You didn’t ask them to come here.” Ezekiel started to protest, but Brandon talked over him. He looked up into the glowing slit gaze of a beast and he saw the care….and the desire burring there and a small flare of alarm bit Brandon in the heart unexpectedly.

 

“But how can you still…..look at me like that? Why would you still kiss me?” He found himself whispering to Ezekiel. “I’m disgusting!”

 

 It was bewildering. After everything. After seeing his past. After knowing that Brandon lied…..could Ezekiel really not care? Could he honestly still desire him in any fashion?

 

The idea was ludicrous. Brandon knew it was….and yet Ezekiel still looked at him with those beautiful blue eyes.

 

“My scars….my past.” Brandon stammered slightly in anxious disbelief. “The things that I have done….I….I’m a monster...Ezekiel!”

 

"Stop saying that!" Ezekiel said with a hissas  pulled him down, climbed over him and pushed him back across the bed; while putting the palm of his hand flat against Brandon’s lower belly. Holding him to the mattress and also making him shiver as the heat of Ezekiel’s touch melted across the thin white t-Shirt he was wearing.

 

Suddenly Ezekiel laid across Brandon’s body, the unmistakable heat of Ezekiels chest, layered against Brandon’s front and lower hips…..

A hard and undeniable bulge in Ezekiels jeans, growing between his strong thigs, pressing against the front of Brandon’s own pants. An electric shock stole down Brandon’s body as Ezekiel leaned down and placed a firm bite to his right shoulder.

 

“Ah” Brandon moaned slightly and tried to wiggle his arms free, but all he succeeded in doing was pressing his hips more firmly against Ezekiels pelvis. Seeming to ignore Brandon’s slight gasp as their bodies melted closer. Ezekiel moved against him slightly.

 

The definition of Ezekiels excitement brushing between Brandon’s legs, created a delicious friction between their bodies. Ezekiel spoke first, his face hidden from view in the crook of Brandon’s shoulder.

 

“Clearly…..” Ezekiel murmured along the side of his throat, before raising his head and nipping at Brandon’s ear his warm breath making Brandon shiver “What I feel and think about you is not disgust! I don’t think that you should ever doubt that I want you Brandon! Nothing has changed about that! You past is only a part of who you are…..And your body….God…this body….I want you more than ever!”

 

With a growl that made Brandon full on shutter Ezekiel placed another bite to Brandon’s ear. Then traced the lobe with a hot flick of his tongue.

 

With Ezekiels strong body rubbing against him Brandon struggled to prevent his brain from cutting off completely.

 

He wanted this man. He wanted Ezekiel right then. Right on that bed.

 

 But Brandon knew better then to ignore the truth. The Flame….was there. Sitting inside of him…..and it was always hungry. Maybe Ezekiel needed to be reminded of that truth before things got any further out of control.

 

With a sharp sting in his eyes Brandon mustered up the words. “Ezekiel I…..I…I want to kill you. Don’t you understand that?” His words made Ezekiel freeze and pull back, to stare at him. Blue eyes connected with his as Brandon swallowed and said “A part of me is thinking about it right now. The Flame is hungry so….I’m thinking about hurting you….I’m evil.” Brandon stared up at him, holding his breath and his body tightly as he waited for Ezekiel to respond.

 

Surprisingly all Ezekiel responded with was a hard smile and a new bite that he delivered to Brandon’s left shoulder. Brandon was bewildered by his silence, until Ezekiel placed a kiss to his collar and said. “Did you think that would scare me? Turn me away? Well it doesn’t.”

 

Enjoying the roaming warmth of Ezekiels lips and teeth at his throat far too much Brandon tried to turn away and protest, but there was nowhere to go, and suddenly Ezekiel was speaking again. 

 

“Besides if your evil…then so am I….” Ezekiel said softly, before he placed a soft nip to Brandon’s chin, before capturing his eyes, with his own blue gaze. The middle of his pupils were stretched and thin as the beast inside of him gazed out at Brandon. “You should know that there is a part of me that wants to kill you too. It wants to kill everything and everyone…all the time. My family….my friends….”

 

The intensity in his eyes was nearly suffocating, but Brandon managed to squeak out a single response. “Your Reavers blood?” He asked.

 

With a rumble Ezekiel nodded “Yes……” he said.

 

 Brandon looked at him for a moment, before he sighed. “But you can control it. You have control. Even right now….You’re always in control. “Brandon ran his bare hand down the side of Ezekiels throat. Feeling a guilty warmth in his gut as he finally got to run his bare hands across Ezekiels strong smooth skin. Ezekiel leaned into the touch as if he too enjoyed the experience, but Brandon didn’t linger. He removed his hand, dropping it to the sheets as he continued to speak. “You’ve never hurt anyone Ezekiel…..and I have.” He said. “I have no control.”

 

“So I should fear you? Reject you? Hate you?” Ezekiel shot back still sharing his gaze. Before he looked away, with a small hiss that flashed all six of his fangs. “What about me? Do you fear me? Do you think that I deserve to be hated and feared simply because I have these ugly urges inside of me?”

 

Ezekiel let him contemplate this in silence as the sharp tip of his teeth, the points of his canines, nibbled along Brandon’s shoulders, collar, chin and neck. It feel good, every scrape of his fangs sending a scandalous shiver strait to Brandon’s cock, which in turn increased the friction between their hips making Brandon’s balls squeeze in pleasure.

 

Do you fear me?

 

The question had to be answered.

 

 It would be so easy for Ezekiel to plunge those spikes into Brandon’s body, sever his spinal cord, and break his neck, rip open his flesh…but there was absolutely no room for fear to exist between them.  Brandon didn’t understand it…but it was neigh impossible to even summon up anything unpleasant about Ezekiel.

 

How could he?

Especially when the Guardian was damn near perfection in Brandon’s mind.

 

No fear or mistrust could thrive in his heart when it came to Ezekiel…..It just couldn’t be.

 

 Not form the first moment they had meet, had Brandon ever felt anything….but content and cared for when he was in Ezekiels presence. Even if Ezekiel was overbearing and bossy at times.

 

Feeling the silence that had stretched longer than it should have, Brandon found himself releasing a short chuckle before replying. “No blue boy….I could never fear you…” he said, using his nick name for Ezekiel in an attempt to keep the moment lighter than it really was.

 

Ezekiel chuckled too, but it did nothing to lighten the weight of his next words “We’ll trust me when I say that I feel the same about you. I’ve made it no secret that I want you….That I care for you...”

 

“Which is insane….. Were both insane?!” Brandon laughed in expiration turning his head to the side trying break away from Ezekiel’s burning gaze, and to keep a bitter bite out of his words, but it still bleed through.

 

“Because?” Ezekiel questioned him, he didn’t chase him, but Brandon could feel his eyes burning into the side of his face as he waited on a response.

 

When it finally came, Brandon blurted it in a fast heap, that he was sure came out mostly unintelligible.

 

“Because…..Because I’m on the freaking run from my father! Because I kill things when I touch them……AND Because I guess I want you to care about me, even though I’m more hazardous for you then a shot of poison.” Brandon cried.

 

But even though his words were choked and blurted….Ezekiel responded as if Brandon had spoken them with zeal…and desire.

Taking Brandons face in his hands Ezekiel didn't hesitate to place his lips against his. Brandon should have complained but with a single warm press of his lips Ezekiel made his heart melt.

The soft brush of Ezekiel's teeth nipped at Brandons bottom lips...the the silky caress of Ezekiel's tounge followed.

With a small hiss Ezekiel was soon teasing Brandons lips apart...until he finally slipped inside of Brandons mouth. Ezekiel took his time, kissing and kissing deeper with gentle passion and obvious hunger. Brandon pushed up into his hard body and suckled on the tip of his tounge. And moaned softly.

 

Brandon was so hungry for him that he unconsciously arched his hips more, pressing the ridged length of his penis against Ezekiels hip. Ezekiel growled, but didn’t break the kiss, so the rumble of his pleasure danced down Brandon’s throat.

 

The kiss melted into a second and third as Ezekiel slowly, slid the hand that he had pitted against Brandon’s belly further down and firmly closed his palm around Brandon’s cock, which was creating a tent in the loose fitting sweats that he had awoken in. Ezekiel wrapped a large warm hand around his cock, and squeezed along the shaft.

Brandon shivered, bucked and his ass clenched as he rocked back against Ezekiel shamelessly begging for his touch.

 

Ezekiel broke the kiss then, he moaned and thrust against Brandon’s thigh and using his thumb, he stroked Brandon’s member, before rubbing the thin cloth of his sweats up against the sensitive leaking slit at the tip of Brandon’s penis. Brandon rocked back and forth in his hold as a flush of heat traced down his spine and gut making him moan….and his cock harden in Ezekiel sgrasp.

 

Until with a painful lurch the Flame shot awake and started clawing around inside of him. The unpleasant sensation was so strong and powerful that in moments it was all Brandon could feel.

 

Why!? Why was something so important....So vital.... So dangerous…..so easy for Brandon to forget the moment Ezekiel sent him a fiery look or graced him with one single kiss?

 

“Shit…..Ezekiel…..let me go…”

 

Brandon whimpered in agony. As he snatched at the power reaching out of his core. He slapped at the grubby grasping needy fingers of the Flame….and in return he was almost gutted with the agony of its hunger. It had been weeks since his last meal….and the Flame wanted the Shifter sitting at the tips of his fingers.

 

“Please…..” Brandon gasped.

 

Ezekiel picked up on the stiffening of his body and the pain in his voice quickly.  In moments Ezekiel lifted his weight up onto his knees and sat back onto his heels.

 

“Ezekiel move.” Brandon cried, and the second Ezekiel got off of him, Brandon rolled off of the bed, fell to his knees, climbed to his feet and started too scrambled backwards from the mattress. With wordless surprise Ezekiels burning eyes followed him as Brandon scrambled away from him and for a moment it seemed like he was going to try and follow, but with all of the fear and pain that he was feeling forced into his words, Brandon shook his head and told him.

 

“Don’t move!”

 

“What’s wrong Brandon?” Ezekiel snarled anxiously, standing by the bed, looking like it took all of his effort to remain in that spot. “What can I do?” he asked.

 

“Just sit down and…stay away. The Flame is acting up.” Brandon told him urgently as he crossed the room nearly at a run and leaned back on the wall on the opposite side of the room to support himself. As the pain grew and grew stealing his strength from him. With the intense need to feed.

 

Brandon stood back against the wall. He tried to stay on his feel, but started to lose the feeling in his hips and back as one terrible wave of hunger after another lashed across his mind and body. With a broken moan, Brandon clutched at his throbbing chest and fel down into the corner.

 

“Do you need me to leave the room?” Ezekiel asked him as he watched Brandon drop down in the corner. Brandon peeled his hand away from his stomach long enough to look at them. His bare hands were shaking….and glowing bright white as the Flames energy tried to push out into the world.

 

“Ah!” Brandon cried, and tried not to scream as a second cramp ran across his chest. Accompanied by a small flash of awkward symbols and gossamer light dancing over his palms. After a moment or so Brandon managed to speak to Ezekiel and answer his question. “Leaving the room won’t do anything at this point. Just….stay on the bed.”

 


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