Called by Power

Storm lips touched the nape of Flame's neck, warm breath tickling his skin. "Do you want the full reason no one ever became your swordbrother in your former clan?"

Flame sighed and moved into that soft caress of lips. "Although I'm beginning to think it was fear of me, it would help destroy a few internal demons if I knew the truth."

"None of them had the power to hold a bond with you. Power like ours can kill lesser men without us meaning to do it. We can so overwhelm their own magic that they die, or become little more than a dim reflection of the power we ourselves have." Storm nuzzled the back of Flame's neck, and whispered, "And yes, many times yes, I want you."

The hardness pressing Flame's bottom was unmistakably the man's erect cock.

"I wish I wasn't so tired," Storm murmured, his tone full of regret.

So it had been fear of him coupled with the instinctive need to survive at all costs. He snuggled back against Storm, much more relaxed and sure of himself now, feeling a lot less foolish. "I think I've wanted you since I first saw you," he admitted. "Seemingly like draws like somehow."

"They say that power calls to power. I believe that. I'd felt the pull from Sandrunner long before we were swordbrothers. Even as a child I watched Sandrunner and he'd watched me almost as if we had unspoken knowledge of what we were to one another. Sandrunner was older than I, but he'd never taken a swordbrother. Not until the day I became a warrior. He came to me and held out his hand without saying a word. I took it and we went off into the wasteland to be alone and make our bond."

"You know, now even more than before, I really want to see this cave," Flame said with a low chuckle. He surprised himself with how huskily it came out and was glad Storm couldn't see his heated face in the dark.

He'd waited so long for someone to claim him, had been so lonely, and now the waiting was over and he'd never be alone again.

He found himself wishing they had been able to get to the cave already as there was an uncomfortable hardness between his legs and his balls were tight as drums.

I'm not going to be able to sleep like this. I want. . . But exactly what it was that he wanted he wasn't sure. He had no reference points apart from his own hand and what Storm had already shown him.

A hand slid around Flame to grip his cock, stroking the hardened flesh with firm gentleness. "I'll give you relief with my hand. I don't want you to suffer."

Flame swallowed hard, his already heated face becoming even hotter. "Storm…I…"

But the feeling was too good for words and he snuggled back against Storm's warm, hard body.

"Pleasure is something I can give you as thanks for all the things you have done for me, Flame," Storm murmured, his lips brushing over the skin of Flame's neck in light kisses as Storm's long fingered hand worked his sensitive flesh.

Flame sighed quietly and contentedly and gave in to the pleasure, his balls tightening even more at the feeling of another's hand on his cock. He was not used to such sensations and knew he wasn't going to last very long. It was all too new and intense for that.