That night, after a slow afternoon of quiet patrolling alone, Ezekiel retired to his room.

Snarling and hissing he prowled in the confines of his room, eventually forced to admit to himself that he was in fact avoiding dinner, his family....and the one man that was making him feel just a little bit insane. Not to mention tense, and pent up, and on edge.

Ezekiel didn't want to be around his family feeling the way he felt. He didn't want to be around Lander thinking what he was thinking. He didn't want to be near Brandon with the heat of his body only a few hours forgotten.

So, not bothering to remove his clothing and feeling bone tired, Ezekiel crawled into his sheets, punched a few pillows into shape beneath him....and promptly collapsed in exhaustion.

IT was sometime later before he began to stir. He moaned, tossed in his sheets and bit his lip in his sleep.

In his mind he felt the electricity running down his spine, gathering in his gut, tightening his balls, emanating from his penis, which Brandon had taken into his hot mouth minutes ago.

Ten minutes ago, when the maddening dream had first overcame him.

Naked the both of them trembled on the sheets.

Ezekiel groaned, because he could feel it. The phantom touch of someone's lips gliding up and down his cock, the warmth of someone's tongue lapping at his seed. He felt it....and when Ezekiel looked down in the dream he looked into Brandon's mystic eyes. Cool mint, hazed with lust and passion, silken hair shifting about his ears and forehead as he bobbed up and down, taking Ezekiel to the edge.

Suddenly the dream changed and Brandon was writing on top of him. Ezekiel cursed as he felt his cock sinking into Brandon's body.

"Fuck!" Ezekiel hissed as the hard, sweet body moved over him. He heard Brandon moaning, and shouting....and then he tasted blood.

Ezekiel woke up with a roar. A roar that echoed the roar he released in his dream as Brandon rode him like a stallion. But in real life Ezekiel found no relief. Tangled in hot sheets, fully clothed, and stuck with a hard he couldn't ignore. The wood strained painfully against the jeans that he had fallen to sleep in after leaving patrol so Ezekiel grimaced at himself in frustration, then winced when he felt the cut in his bottom lip. He ran a tongue over it tasting a salty burst of his own blood...Before the cut sealed up and disappeared altogether.

God...This is sick...Dammit....What's wrong with me!

He cursed to himself, then with a growl of impatience, Ezekiel peeled himself up off of his bed and began to strip. Once his clothes were removed, besides his boxers, he wasn't surprised to find that he was still sporting wood, but he tried his hardest to ignore it. Not because he didn't want to scratch the itch, but because he knew just who he would think of when he did it....and that just seemed too wrong. How many times had Brandon turned him away now?

I know he doesn't want me! So why do I keep having these dreams!?

Ezekiel hissed to himself.

Why am I so fixated on him!?

Ezekiel closed his eyes and tried to think of anything except for the pulsating need between his legs, and the heat beneath his skin. But, just as he had no control over the way that he reacted to Brandon's scent. He couldn't seem to control the need to think about Brandon either.

He was fixated. And maybe Ezekiel was sick, but he wanted Brandon.....and he also wanted to understand him.

Realizing that a shower wouldn't work Ezekiel cracked all the windows in his room, letting the sharp cool air blow in, then he fell back into his now chilled sheets, wrapped his hands behind his head and tried to think of anything except how Brandon's touch and body would be so much sweeter in real life.

Because in real life....Brandon didn't want him.

***

"Yes...I want it!" Brandon shuttered and bit his lip as he felt Ezekiels heat sliding into his body. A phantom length massaged him as it slowly withdrew then invaded his core over and over. It was a dream. Madness. But insanity proved too sweet. He couldn't force himself to ignore the lust griping him.

Brandon watched Ezekiel take him deeper. He could almost hear the sound of their thigs slapping, the wet lewd sound of release and sweat making them slick. Brandon could almost feel a phantom pleasure crawling across his groin as Ezekiel took his cock in hand and stroked it. His fingertips teasing the head where milky fluid gathered....and trickled down the shaft, moistening his palm.

Brandon panted and squeezed his eyes, even tighter, as the dream persisted. He moaned and ached for the pleasure of this phantom Guardian

The vision took over his mind.

Brandon flinched as he felt something warm and wet lapping against his throat, sensually tasting him. Making his core melt into wild desire. He saw Ezekiel ramming into him from behind. He had an arm around Brandon's throat and his mouth at his pulse as he took him to the point of no return. 

Fucking him slow, loving in him hard and with no hesitation.

 Until Brandon's cock was thick, and glistening with precum blushed with fever....and pulsing with the need for release. Brandon watched himself scream in ecstasy as Ezekiel licked his pulse again, then bit down deep into his nape drawing fresh warm blood that dribbled down his nape like crimson across porcelain skin. A shuttering sobbing burst of cum across the sheets...followed the claim.

Brandon's eyes flew open as the sounds of his own phantom orgasm rocked his mind. He felt hazy, still saw himself melt into moaning screams as Ezekiel pushed in into the bed, and rocked their bodies together in a rhythm that made Brandon.....just plain weak to witness. He watched them both press into each other once again and succumb to more pleasure. The second climax. Brandon fought to push away the vison. Felling the stiffness growing between his legs, the butterflies nipping at his gut, the fire rolling through his chest. The want that wouldn't leave him in peace!

Brandon threw off the covers and fled into the bathroom, slamming the door behind himself. Not looking at himself in the mirror, Brandon took a cup and filled it with cold water which he promptly poured right over his own head.

What the fuck was that!?

He gasped in his head as the chilly water soaked him through and still kind of fell short of taking his mind off the smutty vison that had crept up on him in the late night. Had it really only been a vision?

He had felt it all over his body. Heard it. Liked it. Sensed Ezekiels lips on his own. Felt his manhood surge within him hot and thick. Brandon had wanted it with desperation...

Brandon suddenly heard them moaning again, almost tasted the Shifters sweat on his tongue, his seed filling his core.....

With a scream Brandon put his hands over his ears to lock out something that was echoing in his thoughts. He pushed it away. He screamed over the vision. He wanted it to leave and quite swiftly it faded from his conscious. Leaving him uncomfortable, confused...and so very unhappy that it had in fact left.

He didn't know how he was going to overcome the embarrassment of what he had imagined

He had never....ever had a sexual vision or a day dream come over him like that before he had come to reside beneath Ezekiel's family's roof.

But hadn't Ezekiel bit him, held him down, and licked him before? Or was he just getting carried away? Was he lusting after a Shifter he needed to stay far away from after a few silly nuzzles and nips? No matter the fact that none of the touches that Brandon and Ezekiel exchanged seemed to be innocent and without some strange fire attached to them.

Brandon should have known better.

He didn't want to think about the answer. It was becoming painfully apparent that he wanted Ezekiels attention...and Ezekiel was willing to give it.

But Brandon hated this thing between them as well.... because it was wrong.

He had never liked the touch of others. He shouldn't be touched. Brandon knew the danger of interacting with his body. Except for a sparring match or a fight. Touch was inevitable there, but it was never anything prolonged. Or exploratory. No hands roaming across his skin in combat....just grappling or a submission. There was no lasting taste of another's sweat or skin.

Brandon laid up long into the night conflicted and upset over his conflict.

And when Brandon did finally managed to fall back to sleep the dreams pulled him down into an inferno of unfulfilled and unwanted fantasies.

And he quickly realized that Ezekiel didn't know just how hard and uncomfortable this all really had become for him. How much he was struggling just to remember that he didn't belong there. And that someone else was going to die soon if he forgot to keep his hands to himself.