Brandon was no longer sitting on his knees holding his stomach, he was laying in the grass, his eyes were closed, but old and new tears were trailing from his eyes giving testament to the fact that he was still in horrible pain. His arms were still wrapped around his stomach, and his hair was dancing across his forehead as the breeze made the canopy above dance and tinkle with vermillion pine needles.

Even in agony, the sight of him was breath taking in that moment. So much so that Ezekiel felt every other thought melt away, and all he could think of was giving Brandon what he needed.

With little preamble Ezekiel dropped down into the grass and ran a hand across Brandon’s cheek, catching the tears.

Brandon flinched and his eyes opened, and in their misty green depth, there was regret, revulsion and separation. “It hurts so bad!” Brandon huffed softly, looking Ezekiel in the eyes.

“It won’t hurt for long...” Ezekiel hissed back. “Come here.”

To Ezekiel’s surprise Brandon softly sat up, turned, and with glowing white hands, pushed him down into the grass. Then to Ezekiel’s even greater surprise Brandon straddled him. His strong legs settling on either side of Ezekiels hips as the man panted and his green eyes glimmered with pain and hunger.

“Brandon what are you...?” Ezekiel questioned but Brandon cut him off.

“You should run from me, stop helping me! Fuck I can barely control myself around you!” He breathed with a shake of his head. “I’m going to hurt you again...I wish you weren’t such a good man because Im not good like you. Im weak....” 

Brandon softly and suddenly announced. His green eyes were steely, but fogged with pain and a swirl of other emotions. ” I wish you just left me to SUFFER! Your worried about my pain, but you ignore your own. I can’t stand using you like your some fleshy toy I get to abuse for energy...it’s not fair to you.” Brandon put his hands on Ezekiel’s cheek, then ran his fingertips up into his scalp. “I hate hurting you...but I dream about devouring you.”

And before Ezekiel could speak, Brandon’s lips descended and began to nibble, suck and lick all along his pulse. Caught off guard by the sudden act...and the small sizzle of pleasure it unwound in his core Ezekiel hissed in shock, put his hands on Brandon’s hips and unconsciously tilted his head to give Brandon more access. He had never know the feeling of another to cause him as much pleasure as Brandon did right then. It was like he had been starved for his warmth and his attention. Hungry for it subconsciously.

Suddenly Brandon’s hands were caressing Ezekiel’s stomach, then they were sliding higher. The soft skim of nails danced across Ezekiel’s pecks and nipples, making his shiver as Brandon’s warm palms settled at the edge of his collar. Out of nowhere Brandon was against him, leaning close so hiss warm lips nibbled and licked a burning trail, from Ezekiels pulse, up his cheek, and chin, until finally settling with soft force against Ezekiel’s lips. Their mouths

 sought each other out frantically. Both Devouring and asking to be dominated.

The kiss started out hot and wild but morphed into deep and sensual in a matter of moments. No one spoke, it was like they both were just reacting to the need of the moment. The insufferable lust they were unable to quench.

A soft moan tumbled from Brandon’s lips as their lips parted and their tongues dance. Ezekiel took joy from making the man melt against him as he kissed, sucked and nibbled on his mouth. He felt like he was drenched in the sweetness of his taste, then with a soft undulating Brandon’s hips began to rock in soft thrusts. His hard cock rubbing hungrily against his belly making Ezekiels senses scatter. His fists tightened as Ezekiel felt his lust for the man shot high, he wanted to touch him so badly, to caress his thick, hot organ in his hands, cup his balls and lap up his cum as it spilled free.

The pure heat of the moment had Ezekiel’s cock swelling and with his hands plastered over Brandon’s backside Ezekiel began to guide the needy arks of his hips. Panting and suppressing a soft moan Ezekiel was taken back down into a burning kiss as Brandon ground against his cock, turning Ezekiel hard as steel. The friction sending electric tingles down his spine. They shuddered and gyrated in tandem, pulsing their hips close in burning frustration chasing the pleasure.

"Fuck you feel so good..." Ezekiel bit off past his fangs, as he clenched his jaw to subdue his desire to bite. But to his delight Brandon kissed him again and that helped him restart his brain.

Ezekiel soon broke the kiss, panting, fighting the rampant hunger that was growing in his body. Every grind and thrust felt like it would make him cum any moment but once they passed that limit Ezekiel felt like there wouldnt be any going back.

God, he so hungered to have his release, even if he knew it would only make him want the man more. The aggressive urge hummed in his heart to start ripping off clothes and to press Brandon’s petal soft lips down to his throbbing cock. Ezekiel could almost feel himself fucking his perfect mouth, but he pushed away the desire to take things in his own control. Ezekiel could sense almost instinctively that pushing Brandon to far past this point was like dangling fresh meat infront of his own inner beast.

Instead as Ezekiel shared in the moment his soul urged him not to take advantage of Brandons pain, not pushing things to escalate the way he wanted. He rumbled in welcome of his lover trying to express to Brandon to calm down. He pulled Brandon closer so that the pleasure of his movements could be somewhat subdued. Ezekiel ran his hands down his hot back and the desperate hammering of his heart and the hungry almost feral pants of his breath made Ezekiel realize how overwhelmed Brandon was.

Trying to give the man a second to reclaim his senses Ezekiel settled back in the grass as Brandon’s lips once more moved into the crock of his shoulder, warm puffs of breath and that peppery strong scent of his body filled Ezekiel’s senses. Kiss, after kiss, like Brandon was worshiping him or in a trance of need.

The heat of the fever on his skin fanned the fragrance of his blood, and his heart beat was a frantic drumbeat. The man, panting so hard and shivering, gently kissed along his nape making Ezekiels head spin deeper into need, but these kisses were gentle and more apologetic now that thier hips had stopped gyrating. The furious lust, Ezekiel could only imagine how intense it must be to have so much pain and desire flooding your mind. And as bad as the Leopard wanted to keep humping each others brains out he knew he had to control things or risk putting them both in greater danger. The agressive hunger no longer at the forefront it seemed that Brandon's control was returning somewhat.

“Im sorry... I...” Brandon whimpered in to his skin, his fingertips shaking as he caressed Ezekiels face. He struggled to speak.

“Its okay...Brandon? What can I do?” Ezekiel panted unable to guess at his thoughts and confused by the sensual acts seeing as Brandon had never been one to leap into a sexual encounter before, but Ezekiel was also far from unhappy with the way things were playing out. Even though pain was soon to replace the pleasure this moment was all he could focus on.

Ezekiel couldn’t deny that it felt far too nice having Brandon in his arms once more. To sense his need to be pleasured and his undeniable attraction to Ezekiel was heady. The man’s body was sinfully honest and Brandons heart was desperate for this intimacy.

With a sinful arch of his hips that ground their aroused cocks and bodies against each other almost painfully, but the pain only made it more real, more delicious. So much so that it had Ezekiel biting his lip and moaning out loud Brandon breathed against his ear in soft reply.

“Its cruel. Im sorry...I shouldn’t be doing this. I know we cant do things like this, but Im trying to make up for what I’m about to take from you Blue Boy...for the pain Im about to cause us both.” he said with a broken sob.

This was the last thing Ezekiel heard, before there was a sharp flash of white lights, and with a shout Ezekiel’s entire body cramped on a wave of nothing but pain.

Ezekiel roared, but this time he was more aware of what was happening so instead of putting his claws to Brandon’s back, he pressed his claws down and stabbed then into the earth, ripping grass and soil.