"Stop? I haven't done anything yet..." Ezekiel growled, biting, kissing and sucking again, and again until Brandon's throat and collar felt hot and sensitive. Long scrapes of his sharp teeth sent Brandon's heart into arrest as Brandon remembered all of the visions he had had since arriving. Hot sensual caresses in the shower, and late night dreams of long naked limbs tangled around each other.

White hot need uncurled inside of Brandon as he helplessly responded. He felt his cock hardening, leaking and straining behind his jeans, while Ezekiel's fingertips....brushed against his skin beneath his shirt....flicking against his nipples and almost exposing the longing that Brandon always tried to keep hidden as a needy moan tried to tumble from his lips and his hips jerked, while his legs began to feel weak.

"Shit..." With a startled gasp Brandon bit back the traitorous sound and struggled to regain his composure untill Brandon felt something stirring alive indie of him.

Something that frightened him, much more than the wild lust that Ezekiel's touch managed to stir up.

The Flame. It was stirring .....and as always it was hungry.

In moments Brandon knew that it would be on the hunt. IT would be dancing beneath his skin, and behind his gloves, reaching out of his body, searching for a life to feed on.

The Flame, the power inside of him, had always been unpredictable and strange. Awakening at random times. Fighting him for hours....or days....or only a few seconds before it died out and disappeared once again.

Brandon had no way of knowing when it would try to feed....but he knew that it was dangerous. He knew that he was dangerous.

It didn't matter how good Ezekiel felt. It didn't matter what Brandon wanted. He was wrong....and selfish to have allowed this to happen.

Touch. Physical intimacy.....it all just equaled death at the end of the day.

Slowly Brandon reached, out behind himself to locate the door knob to the bedroom door that Ezekiel had pinned against, and with his other hand he pushed against Ezekiels chest. Denying him and telling him to stop without words.

Brandon told himself that he did this slowly because he didn't want to just shove him away, but deep down Brandon knew that he moved slowly because he didn't want the contact between them to end.

But Brandon couldn't continue playing games with people's lives. Couldn't pretend that whatever this was with him and Ezkeiel....it wasn't already on its way to a swift and final end. In half a week all of this would be in the past......even Ezekiel.

And once Brandon had inserted a little more pressure behind his push, Ezekiel pulled back. His warm fingertips slid down Brandon's chest, stomach and hips. Seeming to touch every part of his heated skin as they went, until Ezekiel dropped them down at his side. Then without a word Brandon and Ezekiel steeped back, panting softly, both of them too ruffled up to move, or speak or break eye contact. The air seemed to humm with frustrated need.

Finally Brandon swallowed and dropped the hand that he had pushed against Ezekiels chest, holding him at bay. Brandon transferred that hand to his throat instead, feeling the latent impressions of fangs all over his nape and the warm dampness left by the gilde of Ezekiels lips and tongue.

God that felt so good...

His cock throbbed in lewd agreement sending tingles of embarrassment and fire up his spine.

Brandon fingered the deepest of the bites, trying to ignore the quivers, dancing around in his stomach. He finally looked at Ezekiel and sighed. "I can't stay here Ezekiel...but if it's any constellation, you aren't making this easy on me." Brandon told him.

But if that information made Ezekiel happy he didn't show it, he simply sighed and steeped back. "I just wanted..." Ezekiel began, only to stop and sigh again.....as if he didn't indeed know what it is he wanted. Then with a smile that seemed strained Ezekiel took another step back and continued. "I just wanted you to consider the offer knowing that it came from me." He finished softly.

And what a beautiful offer it is. I wish he knew....

Brandon thought to himself. Then with a shake of his head he simply replied.

"I have....and It's an offer that I can't accept." Then without another word Brandon turned the knob behind him and popped the door open behind himself. Then Brandon steeped backwards into his room leaving Ezekiel in the doorway.

Ezekiel let him go, not making any move to follow him, or hold him in place but his next words held Brandon in a vice none the less.

"Brandon wait..." Ezekiel called, tilting his head to the side so that he could capture Brandon's eyes. "Look I know you can't accept the offer, but how exactly do you feel when to comes to me?" The outright boldness of the question actually made Brandon blink in surprise. But it was nothing like what Ezekiel said to him next.

"I've made more than a few passes at you..." Ezekiel continued a serious tone to his voice that kept his words from coming off as cocky or boisterous. "We even flirt and at first you seem interested, but then you turn me away when I try to go further. When I try to kiss you or touch..you..It's like...." Again Ezekiel stopped, once more seeing unsure of what he wanted to say. But Brandon could already guess.

It's like I hate you....

He supplied mentally finishing Ezekiel's sentence.

Instantly Brandon was hit by the undertone of confusion and....uncertainty in his voice. Maybe even some frustration. With a twist of guilt in his stomach, Brandon felt the strange need to sooth away the insecurity that his own selfish behavior had created. Because he was interested in Ezekiel. He did find himself flirting. But Brandon did it all....with no intention of following through.

It's confusing, but I don't hate you.

Is that he wanted to tell Ezekiel?
Yes. But there were a lot of things he wanted to tell Ezekiel in that moment.

I cant tell you how much I'm aware of your presence beside me at times. it's not like you repulse me either, because I want you.

I want you, even when I shouldn't want anybody. But one kiss, one touch from me could easily kill you.

Brandon thought to himself. ...But because he couldn't speak these words out loud....Because he couldn't justify himself, he sighed quietly and steeped back into his room more.

"I cant do this right now....." He supplied, looking a t the ground so he wouldn't have to see the disappointment in Ezekiel's gaze.

"Goodnight Ezekiel..." Brandon repeated for the second time, not looking at him. Feeling angry and frustrated with the way everything was going, Brandon simply closed the door.