Chapter 6 - Sensual Unraveling

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Chapter 6

The previous night had found Ezekiel far out in the darkness of the Pine woods. Still miles away from home, frustrated, and exhausted after days of fruitless hunting Ezekiel , his brothers and their father had decided to call it a night, each of them separately curling up around a lumpy clearing, where thick ridged roots sprouted up from the ground and laid like rocks beneath the pine straw that littered the earth.

It was far from comfortable sleeping arrangements, but Ezekiel and his siblings were used to such things so, after appointing Lander First Watch Ezekiel had walked off a ways and slowly plopped down by a tree.

With a helpless toss and turn.....Ezekiel eventually faded away, beneath the dark tinkling canopy above that hid all from view, but the barest of moon light.

And it was an untold amount of time later, before the vision had seized a hold of him.

Suddenly Ezekiel awoke to the darkness. Instantly Ezekiel realized that he was dreaming.....because of two separate things. The first being that his entire family and the pine forest, had suddenly up and vanished. The second thing that made him aware that he was not in the waking world....was the fact that he was somehow unclothed.

No wind blew in the dream....but he felt the weightlessness of being naked, his cock and nipples felt free of the normally ignored and ever-present feeling of cloth.

And even more of a surprise then that, and also a dead giveaway that he was dreaming was the fact that Ezekiel felt himself wanting to moan.

The intense sensation of thrusting came over him, he felt something warm and silky moving along the length of his cock. Tossing back his head in abandon as he felt heat and need pulse up and down his suddenly taunt and hard body Ezekiel reached down and even though everything remained shrouded in darkness....he felt something warm beneath him.

He soon realized that it was someone bent over before him. A stranger. A nameless, faceless wet dream lover. Of course it was a man that he dreamed of. His warm skin was covered in goosebumps and his entire body was shivering in need, the waves of his want that Ezekiel couldn't see, he easily detected with his fingertips he felt along the body yielding to his own.

And it was a perfect body.

Hard and muscled thigs and a long arched back, but there was one flaw. The skin that he fondled was at times soft...and lumpy in places that should have been alarming but were simply his to caress. His to suckle, and taste and nibble.

His mind soon jumped off of the strange lumps on his imaginary lover's skin. And instead his mind centered on how the trembling body fit against him in a seductive and begging fashion that made him go just a little bit wild.

The man's backside lifted in sensual abandon, allowing Ezekiel to bury himself balls deep. An act that remained unseen because of the suppressive darkness all around. So Ezekiel was forced to imagine what he couldn't see.

His body grew tighter as his imagination fueled the curls of desire tightening his balls and caressing his loins. A grautal and possessive growl crawled its way up his throat, as Ezekiel took possession of the unseen body beneath him. He wanted more. His whole body felt like it was going to melt....and he didn't care.

The desire to devour and connect rose like a tide over him and he rammed his hips into the sweet slick opening, feeling the body beneath him arch in pleasure and the mystery lovers ass twitch in response... Ezekiel growled again. And for the first time in the dream he wished he could hear something....see something of the perfect body beneath him.

And almost as if his mind had simply been waiting on him to ask it, the sounds of another's moans and gasps filled the darkness layering over Ezekiel's as if the voice belonged there.

"Ezekiel...." The stranger moaned, but in seconds Ezekiel realized that the mysterious lover....wasn't much of a mystery anymore. The voice moaning his name....was familiar.

Somehow his mind caught on to the voice, and the fog of mindless lust receded. Ezekiel froze, ignoring the screaming need of his body for a few seconds and forcing himself to think.

Ezekiel moved back from the no longer unknown body, ignoring the feeling of his cock slipping free of the warm silk it had been encased in.

Still wrapped in darkness Ezekiel reached out and took the arm of the man and softly tugged him up and pulled him over. The darkness obscured too much of his face, but as Ezekiel pulled the body closer, felt it press against him as he stared down at where a face should have been, he was soon shocked to see the eyes of his wet dream lover.

Eyes like glowing green mint. A beautiful tint of green and gossamer, wide and filled with need.

Brandon? I'm dreaming about Brandon!?

He thought to himself pulling all of the pieces together with a twinge of guilt in his stomach. But before he could really process everything, the feeling of Brandon's soft lips pressed against his own. Hesitating for a moment at the sweet touch, Ezekiel started to draw back slightly.

It wasn't that some part of him didn't secretly crave this....because it did. Something wild and hungry and almost greedy did crave this moment. It snapped and snarled at him in anger, in demand.

But another part of Ezekiel. The man in the beast, knew that this was not only inappropriate....but on some level it was unwanted.

I already have this strange need to taste his blood...and I'm always touching him when I know shouldn't....

Ezekiel thought to himself.

And now I'm monopolizing him in my dreams? It's too much.....It's bordering on obsessive.

He tried to lecture himself.

But still...a part of him wouldn't let him push the dream away. He couldn't quite turn away from the darkness of his own desires.

"Ezekiel....please...." The dream Brandon breathed against his neck and his mouth almost as if he didn't want Ezekiel to pull away either.

Hot puffs of air that seemed all too real danced on his nape, before the apparition wrapped silken arms around Ezekiel's shoulders and pulled him down. With a hiss of surprise Ezekiel felt the earth settle beneath them, he felt his body settle between Brandon's legs. Felt the hot hard skin of his lover caressing his own and then Brandon was kissing him. Moaning, and rocking against him. It was too much. He wanted him too badly to push away the phantom.

A need like never before punched him in the gut, taking Ezekiels breath and making him pant as one kiss melted into another.

So, maybe he was weak...but this hidden need burned too deeply in the unconscious world.

The warm wet skin of Brandon sensual body kept rubbing against him, teasing his nipples, and belly as Brandon's smaller hips started gyrating against his pelvis. Demanding his touch. Demanding his response.

Ezekiel still couldn't see, but he now knew exactly what the soft, lumpy patches of skin were. Scars. Lots of old scars that crisscrossed Brandon's upper body. Giving into the same need that had driven him to caress the marks a few weeks ago, Ezekiel ran his tongue down Brandon's body. And used his hands to rub his hard chest and lean thigs.

The stroke of his tongue across warm sensitive flesh kept the Brandon of his dreams moaning and trembling beneath him. Until Ezekiel's hands and lips converged on the hard twitching cock that was rocking against him in demand. IT was thick and engorged as he palmed it and stroked him.

Then Ezekiel ran his tongue from the tip to the base, listening in pleasure as Brandon cried out his name, before he returned his lips to the tip of Brandon's length and slowly closed his mouth over it.

The creamy feeling of pre-cum in his mouth followed by the salty taste of spilled seed was the last thing Ezekiel got to fantasize about before a roaring ache thundered across his right temple and something like a frozen nail rammed into his spine.

Ezekiel! Wake the fuck up!

Or I swear to God I'll Kill YOU!!

A familiar voice echoed around his head, bouncing like rocks inside of his skull.

At this point Ezekiel had awoken to the sensation of Lander having punched him in the face. There were no words....no warning....no way to halt the rage that had Ezekiel up, turned around, and off the ground and slammed his brother into the dirt with a savage ferocity that he partly regretted but was unable to stop.

Instantly piqued at the pain radiating from Ezekiels claws Lander slammed a fist into Ezekiels temple. Like gasoline on fire this new burst of pain sent Ezekiel over the edge and he saw red and white...