It was another one of those days, the air was filled with the smoke that would cause rain and the wind was teasing his long hair into small knots. He had wanted to get out of the place he called home for a while, deciding that it would be a good day to get caught in the rain. The air was warm with the thread of rain, thick and caressing as water in a lake, but thankfully it was warmer than it had been that winter.

His clothes were scarce, a soft animal hide cloth that covered, having a beaded, women's design. Bare feet padded down the path as he snuck, quietly onto the land that was not really theirs, but had been at one time. He loved to be free, and he knew that the land loved to be free as well. But now, when he looked at it, those pale faced ones were capturing their land, caging it up and not even allowing them freedom! He hadn't even seen firefighters here in their land. And he hated them. They were destroyers of a damn good world. He wished them all ill.

Edorta ran his tongue over his lips as he made his way through the woods as silently as he could, taking in the visage of the buildings off in the distance. At least he had the beauty of the people around him. The Ekaini were such a great group. He wondered what the Zerui were like. As people he'd heard so many bad things about him, how they only believed in one spirit, how they were more violent than the Ekaini, but he figured they were kind enough people. Other than the war they had no real reason to dislike them. They always looked so unsure when they were at meetings between the two tribes, but he didn't think much of that.

Edorta stretched his arms over his head, laying his head back toward the grey skies where he was greeted with the first few drops of rain water on his forehead. A smile crossed his lips as he allowed the chill drops to travel down his face onto his chest, bathing back his hair from his brown eyes. It was nice. The rain seemed to be revitalizing to his small frame. It was beautiful.

But when he was finally soaked, his hair completely coated and sticking to his back, shoulders, and face, he took shelter underneath a tree. A small sound caused him to look down. There, in the trunk of the hollowed out large tree, was a baby black bear, gazing back at him. It didn't take long for him to realize, with a sense of foreboding, that the mother had to be close by. He shuddered as he stepped back, but heard it before he saw it. A low growl, bearlike and strong. He turned around to face her, and gulped, knowing that today was his day to die.
He crouched down, holding his arm over his hand as the bear swung down, and he waited for the crushing blow that would kill him.

The tribes hunt had gone well, they were bringing back a young stag with a twisted leg and a plump grey-backed boar. The wind had been a blessing, casting their scents downwind as they hunted upwind. Giving them off only to the prey they did not seek. Xanti came back under the weight of one end of the boar's pole, sweat trickled down his spine in salty rivulets, as it did with every warrior who had ran with him. His mahogany gaze stung as his body fluids dripped into them, slowly snaking down his body due to the extensive excersize of the hunt and the humid air.

Hefting the weighty carcass he positioned the wood more comfortably unto his shoulder. Grunting he frowned, although the day so far had gone well it was not far past midday and already he was at the edge of tiredness. As they neared the camp an older warrior offered to take the burden from Xanti, who dutifully accepted the offer with a smile. Lagging behind the other men as they were greeted by the women of the tribe who had stayed behind he whipped the perspiration from his brow. Deciding to miss out on the preparation of the feast he grabbed his friend by his arm as he wandered by.

"Mattin, tell whoever wants to know I've gone walking. You know how i despise skinning." A wide grin plastered over Xanti's features, as with rolling eyes Mattin agreed to do so while flinging a rag at Xanti to dry himself off. Patting down the worst of the sweat Xanti sighed, watching his fathers people as they set about with eagerness. Without anymore hesitation the young man set off, his bow slung across his back and short swords at his hips. Rolling his tense shoulders he slowly got further from the camp, the recognizable voices now muffled and just noise.

A soft caressing breeze wond its way around Xanti, slowly touching his burning skin and draping a sheet of coolness about him. Ruffling his short mohawk as he strode onwards, thankful for the cooler air briefly winding around him like smoke. Xanti went northwards, further and further, oblivious to the hours passing. Turning his stride into a slow and steady gait he paced himself, he had not eaten since the early morning. Going this far northward he did not want to exert himself already. Soon enough trees lined the horizon, he was nearing the pale-face boarders. The lands the interlopers had taken from he and his people.

All throughout the day Xanti had felt the clouds above tighten, darken and the air become more humid than usual. His presumption had been right, and soon enough just as he neared the large pines and foreboding oaks the rain began to patter downwards. Without much prompting it got heavier, thicker sheets of rain pelted him and plastered what little hair he had to his skull. Xanti was somewhat thankful for the crystalline droplets to which washed away the stench of before and the dried sweat. Soon the thick foliage above covered him bearably, running a hand through his wet mohawk he drained some of the water.

Forward he went, into the alluring woods, eyeing the strange buildings of the pale-faces in the far distance. That was when to his left, he heard a what? A mew? Furrowing his brow he almost inaudibly stalked towards the strange noise, one hand on the but of his right short sword. Xanti's dark gaze fell upon the back of a man, who he was worried to see was beside a small and and big eyed bear cub. Cursing the bad luck of his fellow Baskar warrior he soon found the body of the mother. Her empowering frame towered above the smaller human, her snarl echoed from timber to timber.

Snarling almost animal-like he blundered into the opening, as loud and big as he could. Whisking the mother bear from her kill due to his disturbance, waving his arms wide he was startled to see what a handsome being cowered on the turf below. Xanti had no weapon in his hand, it would be unfair to kill a mother for protecting her young, he as a warrior knew that. Bellowing Xanti strode bravely forward, un allowing fear to cloud his vision, un allowing the beast before him to smell any other scent but a fellow warrior. He had her attention now, she glowered at him, backing up to her cub to form a physical barrier.

Xanti slowly edged around so as he stood in front of the unknown man, murmuring from the corner of his mouth he shuffled against him. "Go slowly, backwards. Make no sudden movements." Xanti cautioned him as he then with speed lept forward a pace, almost screaming into the mother bear's large jaws. Her cub mewed in distress and fled away, only to be followed moment later by the mother. Heart pumping a thousand miles a minute he panted heavily, today was quite a day. Xanti turned to face his fellow warrior, knowing now he had never seen him on Zerui lands before.

"Who are you friend? Do you often find yourself in life and death situations?" Xanti grinned heartily, lending a hand to help the man up. His strong features impassive despite the grin and somewhat friendliness in his gaze.

He could have sworn it was over. His life flashed before his eyes in a cascade of memories and good things. From his childhood with his mother, all the way up to his vision quest when he was thirteen winters old. All of them fond memories, so he was settled, if it was time for him to give up his life, sure, it was a painful, messy way to go, but he would bend to the will of the spirits. All of them. The rain still beat around him as the bear got closer, but a strangely human howl caught his attentions.
His attention snapped up, his eyes searching for the father bear that wanted first taste but, in reality, it was another native, a fellow human being that looked like he was willing to save him! How kind from a strange face!

Edorta could tell by the paint on his face that he was not of his own tribe, and that, for a moment, frightened him. What could a Zerui warrior want with an Ekaini warrior? Was this the Spirits' will? To have him meet this male warrior that stood so strong and sure? It took him a moment to register what the other male had said and to follow. The boy glanced at the young man that stood before him, half stoned on his lovely skin texture and muscle. But he did eventually get it! The male moved slowly back, one bare foot step at a time, even the twigs underneath him weren't making a sound as he stepped on them, too numbed to really notice the wood stabbing his feet from the ground.

But the bear ran off, and the male before him seemed to relax. Instantly, out of his own nervousness, Edorta's thin fingers moved to the two idols around his neck and tangled the two together. Anyone with knowledge of the Ekaini knew that there was only one idol per normal person, and it was all they got, but Edorta was special. He doubted a Zerui would notice the difference, though this Zerui was special. At a meeting a long while ago, back when they were on even shakier ground, His father had escorted his kin to a small meeting. He'd seen Xanti there, but not for long. His mother had ushered him along, telling him not to mingle with the Zerui warriors, that they were blood worshiping heathens.

But, ever the odd one, Edo had found him interesting. he was absolutely lovely, and Edo had wanted to get to know him. He seemed special enough! The young man licked his lips again, gathering what moisture he could from his skin. His throat was parched and his skin still shaking from the attack on him from the mother bear. "I am sorry." he said, his eyes shooting down to the ground as the rain fell around him, drenching his shoulders in wetness. His hair streamed down his chest and he licked his lips, glancing down. He could feel tears swell in his eyes.

"No," he choked quietly, tucking his hair behind his ear with his hand, "No, I never find myself in life and death situations. I thought the spirits were willing me my death." he cried, wiping at his eyes to keep himself from over flowing with tears. He looked up at Xanti, an odd look falling into his dark eyes. "My name is Edorta sem'Argi..." he said quietly, running his hands back over his eyes to calm the tears flowing down his face. At least it was raining.

Edorta thought over and over about how he could possibly make up for the saving of his life, and nothing came to mind. Nothing, save something simple. He took the two steps to him, and, in his most feminine voice, meaning his girl spirit had come out completely, over shadowing the male side and very softly his lips touched the cheek of the Zerui warriors and he spoke quietly, "I do not know how to repay you for saving my life... If there is anything I can do to make it up to you... tell me."
He gave a shy smile to the other male and stepped backwards, eying him softly with pride. He'd saved his life... but he couldn't tell his tribe... they'd never allow him his freedom as he had it now.

Xanti, despite his collected visage, was terrified inside. He had just confronted a mother bear to save the life of a man he hadn't even seen before, let alone knew. His carbon came out in ragged bursts, he sucked in air vier shaky breaths. His lungs quivering, heart beating like a wild animal against his ribcage. Sweat for the second time that day trickled down his muscled frame, hot against his shivering body. The rain mingled with his perspiration, small rivers of heat and coolness sending mixed signals around his physique. A chill ran up his spine, that was the closest he had come to facing death, and it hadn't even been his he was worried about in the heat of the movement.

Glad what he was feeling wasn't showing he retained a more masculine facade. Trying fervently to rake in breath more steadily so as the whirlwind in his stomach would die down. Xanti was slightly worried, frightened even, to now know he stood in a remote patch of land recently taken by the white-faced with an Ekaini. Furrowing his brow the friendliness seeped from his gaze, a cold hard exterior fell about him. He must not have been thinking clearly before when he had actually spoken to the multiple-spirit worshiper. Despite the current truce between both tribes it was almost as though hating the western Baskar was embedded within his blood.

Our young man's dark gaze examined the specimen before him with a critical eye. If all the Ekaini warriors were so short and feminine it was a wonder they ever lasted against the interlopers. Xanti couldn't help however but admire the man before him, though he would never admit it. The multi-hued shades of his hair were different, odd even. His body was delicate and Xanti half worried he would hurt him if he laid a wrong hand upon him. However despite his more womanly attributes Xanti had to take notice of the sinewy body and chiseled muscles. He soon found himself creating yet another whirlwind within his gut.

The next sensation the lad felt was something close to bewilderment. He'd never actually seen another male cry, unless he had lost his wife or child. Xanti stopped his lips from parting in a look of shock, he didn't think he'd seen many women cry either. In the long run, seeing these open emotions from a fellow warrior just intrigued him more. Where the Ekaini raised that much differently from the Zerui? Or was it just his fathers reign that hardened his own people? It took him a few moments longer than necessary to actually take stock of the situation and the words tumbling forth from the other man.

Before he replied he let himself wallow in the good-looks of this Edorta, the men in his own tribe hardly compared. And yet, how could he be thinking these things when he was supposed to be searching for a wife not a goddamn husband? Pushing the disturbing thoughts to the back of his mind another fought to wriggle free. He was acting the man his father wished to have as the next Zerui Warlord. How could a gay man lead his people? It would bring shame to them, and so that was why near daily Xanti thought of leaving the eastern Baskar for the western.

Making sure to take in every detail of the other man's face Xanti's heart began to pump wildly. Beating against his chest in a vain attempt at breaking free. He'd never felt so strange before, then again he'd never been in a situation like this before. "No, no. Don't be sorry friend. Eguzki wouldn't make us waste good warriors on the verge of a war." Yet another smile wound its way to his lips, plastering his face with good looks he was sure he never beheld when straight-faced. Xanti as cautiously as he could ran his gaze over Edorta, careful not to drag attention to his looking.

With suspicion he watched the fellow warrior walk forward, slowly advancing on him. In his gaze was something rarely seen by Xanti, it was the same look a woman gave a man. Gulping hard he ran a salmon colored tongue over his lips, wetting their chapped surfaces with what little moisture he had on his tongue. "I'm Xanti sem'Zeru, your of the Ekaini yes?" Nervousness parched his throat, what was Edorta doing? Xanti shortly got his answer when with a feminine voice he spoke yet again, laying his soft lips against Xanti's hollowed cheek. Without noticing our lad had held his breath, all too willing now to exhale and claw fresh air into his lungs.

He's never felt the touch of another male like that, he'd never been spoken to with such compassion and gentleness from another man before. Xanti hardly knew how to act, it was totally knew to him. "..." Opening his mouth and closing it soon followed after the little show on behalf of Edorta. "I don't really know. It's not necessary. Anyone would have acted the same in my stead." Glad for the cooling droplets of rain that almost sizzled on his burning cheeks Xanti sought out something else to take his attention. Completely bewildered he ran a hand through his short mohawk, a style few if any other Baskar people sported.

In all meanings of the word Edorta was not a coward. He did as he would and tried hard to be everything that was expected of him to be. He was a warrior, protector of the ladies and children, he was a man when he had to be and a woman when she was needed. He knew how to weave baskets, mend clothes, hunt with the men and fight. He was strong, and he was kind. Feminine, and yet masculine all at once. A two spirit was what it was. He knew that there was no changing what he was, but sometimes a little freedom would have done him good. Great, actually.

Edorta took no precaution in looking the warrior up and down, taking in every masculine, well shaped detail. 'Dibs?' the female voice asked, and, in reply, the male voice said, 'We will both be allowed to look. But he is Zerui. Not one of us.' both felt let down, but the other male, from what Edorta could see, was doing the same thing. He was pretty sure that Xanti saw no treat in him, the Zerui had just stood up for him to a mother bear, if he had wanted Edorta dead then the two-spirit was aware that he would already be bear food.

Xanti was a very fine figure, strongly built, powerful, and he had a face that Edorta wanted to touch, to feel softly with a caress of his hand. He was indeed fine. It was rare that Edorta felt longing for a touch, for a feeling, and it was something that his tribe wanted for him. They wanted Edorta to find a mate, and had even asked him if there was anyone, male of female, that he fancied. Of course, the answer was always no. He knew now what he had wanted. Tall, strong, and tasting of sweat, fire, rain, and fear. All three mixing to create a soft sensation against his lips.
The boy licked his lips with the taste still there, and he smiled up at the other male.

"I apologize for crying." he said quietly, tracing a soft finger over his lips, tasting the same upon his finger tips. Was he afraid for him, or of him? Edorta couldn't help himself but to tease a little, running his hand over the stripe of hair down the male's head, which made him smile. He gazed up at the male, examining the male with a soft glance in his mismatched eyes. He found himself near his lips when he spoke about his name.
Edorta threw himself away from Xanti, hitting a tree with his shoulder and scraping it up pretty badly.
The boy pressed against the tree, glaring over at him. "Zeru?!" he exclaimed, aware completely of who that was. This male's father was the leader of the Zerui!

His hand held against his chest, his heart throbbing in pain. He'd wanted, lusted for the body that was before him. He glared at him, but his gaze swiftly softened. He took a very careful step ahead of him, softly, searching for any sort of reassurance. Xanti had looked as if he had appreciated what he had seen... but the Zerui were so against homosexuals, he was more than likely offended by the simple kiss to the cheek. Damn, damn, and double damn!

"No," he replied to Xanti, "Not one of your warriors would have rescued an Ekaini from a bear. What did you want?" he cocked his head, but stood back near him, unafraid of what Xanti wanted. He had saved his life and if he wanted then Edorta would give. It was his honor. But he was tense.
The male stared to him, licking his lips. He wanted to feel that hair underneath his hands, to touch him, and he wanted to feel that hard body near his own... but he was Zerui. He might be killed for crossing that line.
"I am sorry if my kiss of thanks offended you." he spoke solemnly, "I know Zerui aren't like us in leniency toward same sex adoration," he nervously played with his idols, "but I thought you... You... I saw you looking at me and assumed... I apologize." The male bowed lowly to him, his waist bending and straightening in a moment.

Loosing himself in that multi-hued gaze of Edorta's Xanti found himself breathing steadily for the first time in a while. His heart stopped hammering and the sweat began to stop its decent, the only thing wetting his body now was the steadily falling aqua. This other man's gaze was calming yet ever so overwhelming, dragging him deeper into the muddy abyss of those pools. He saw things he wanted for himself, to tell his family of his sexual orientation and still be free to live among them. Yet as Xanti's gaze bore deep within Edorta's he couldn't help but ponder how someone could worship multiple Gods and not just the great Eguzki.

Absently running a hand over his chest Xanti tore his eyes from the other males, instead searching the darkening wood around them. Utterly bemused and shocked to what was happening around and inside him. This Ekaini was so different to anyone he'd ever met before, he now acted like the women who flirted precariously in his tribe. And yet soon to come Edorta, even though only for a minute, would show his warrior side. Xanti knew little of the Ekaini, he wanted to know more however, if only just about Edorta. Latching his stare upon the two symbols that hung from the other males neck he couldn't help but wonder why there were so many. Wasn't it that they only had one spirit?

Their lips were perilously close, Edorta's plump and inviting, Xanti's cracked and gaping. Not knowing how to act yet he yearned for the feeling of Edorta against him. Instead of laying his large hands against the waist of his fellow warrior he attached them to the handles of his short-swords. Fighting the animal temptation, battling against the urge of holding him as he had seen others in his tribe do to their mates and lovers. Clenching his fine jaw Xanti gulped hard, his throat tightening as he felt the other mans hand against his hair. Was he being teased? He'd seen women do it before to friends of his, did men do it too? Apparently so.

They were so close, the height difference visually at its peek, their bare chests mere inches from one another. The moment was severed, Xanti's name gave it away, he should have known his father would ruin yet more moments of his life. Edorta flung himself away, terror, or was it anger that flashed across his face? Holding back an animal growl that threatened to build in his throat he half turned away, how could he have been so idiotic as to think one day he could live among these people being who he was? Damning his father he shook his head, Inaki was the lucky one, he could live a life he wanted, it was Xanti who dealt with the pressure and the pain.

Again his face went stoney, phenomenally glad of the attack the Zerui would spring on the interlopers in a days time. It would give him peace of mind to be fighting, for a cause. Take his mind from this time here and now, after this encounter was over Xanti hardly wanted to think of it again. If every male of the Ekaini reacted the way this one did, what honestly was the point of Xanti ever leaving his fathers people for them? With the Zerui he would have power and adoration, wealth vier stock and the chance to fight head on, leader to leader, with the white-faced. What would he gain being of the Ekaini? Acceptance? Love? No pressure? Most likely none of them.

What did he want Edorta asked? Nothing, what could he gain from this man before him? Snorting loudly he turned upon Edorta, mahogany hued eyes filmed over with a steely coldness. "Ha! You obviously know nothing of the Zerui! In case you failed to realize there is a lingering truce between both Baskar tribes. However forgotten it is to some. We are still a warriors people. No man would allow another to be killed by an animal if they could stop it. I want nothing of Ekaini men!" It was official, he had blown. At the end of his small rant his vocals had been getting louder and louder. Angrier and angrier, most of the words he said towards the end had been said to reassure Edorta as much as himself.

Turning on his heel he placed his hands at the back of his head, running them over his skull to his face. Yelling mere noise into his palms Xanti fell into a crouch, exerted from the hunt and the bear and now this. It was too much, he was just eighteen, how could he know what he wanted? Despite many believing him now a man he still had a childs clouded mind, the things he wanted were split between the Zerui and the Ekaini. This Edorta hardly helped, he confused Xanti to no end, what did he want, forget what Xanti wanted.

Ignoring the bow offered him by the other male Xanti murmured something about how Edorta should presume nothing about him as he rose to his feet. Turning his gaze unto his fellow warrior Xanti spoke once more as he stepped forward. "Forget I'm my fathers son. What do you want? We're just two men who, when we go home, will have nothing to tell them of this encounter. What do you want?" He'd never said such a thing, this wasn't Xanti as he stepped forward, hands on the sides of Edorta's face. Lingering for a blissful second he then bent down, lips finally coming into contact with the other males. Rain trickling between them as their lips gyrated against each others.

The pressure coming from Xanti varying between hard and soft, the moisture from Edorta's plump lips lubing their make out. This man, well, he was tantalizing first and foremost, alluring, beautiful and made Xanti do things he would never do, let alone be permitted. His tongue slipped into their passionate kiss, sliding easily past Edorta's teeth to explore his mouth. As Xanti ground harder against him they stumbled back as one, a broad tree making contact hard against Edorta. Worried Xanti broke the fervent embrace, pulling back while lust still lingered between them.

Eyes searching the Ekaini warriors, his own slid to the gauge on his shoulder. "Is this what you want?"

Oh, damn! If there was anything that the young Ekaini wanted it was to see this male here, unangry, sweet. He didn't want to see that look, but it was good. It was lust, it was sweet, it was not as icy as he had thought a Zerui warrior would be. Xanti was quiet, with held, like he was afraid something would happen if he spoke his mind, if he gave any indication of being truly human. He was just that, a real man with a real smile and a real body that sang to his own spirit just as Edorta sang to, and knew, both of his. Xanti was good, even if his people didn't accept that. Edorta didn't think that the other male held an inkling of bad. Judgment of a person was not so important as the judgment of his soul, looking deep into those dark eyes Edorta saw no bad. He saw how much like the wind he was, grounded like the earth, and fluid as the waters.

The Ekaini warrior knew that if his kinsmen knew what he was doing here in the woods, the very thoughts running through his head, he would have been confined to his long house for as long as possible, making his wood romps illegal in the eyes of their chief. He was free from them, however, and knew that he could easily sneak out. But would he? No. Edorta was a holy figure. If he broke rule then every child would, leading them into chaos among their own people. He could hear it now, mothers yelling at him, fathers angry. His own father ashamed that his 'holy' child had done something terribly wrong. Edorta did not want that upon his shoulders any more than he wanted his own unhappiness spanned out before him. He needed kindness and care, as any living creature. He could not feel where one spirit began and the other ended at the moment, both wanted him, both found Xanti stunning, everything that they needed, though they felt that drowning of sorrow, feeling it deep within themselves that something like this couldn't happen.

It did not pass his visage the male grasping the sword, rather than the flesh of the one before him, which, in a way, bit down into the dark skin, tearing into his heart painfully. He felt, then, that it was certain, that there would be no way that he would ever have this male as his own, and that his entire affections, so easily spawned from a glance, would be ripped to shreds if he even tried. Never was their such a feeling of desolation in a man than there was in Edorta at that moment. Why was Xanti so tense around him? He was unsure, but what could he do?
The height difference between them was comforting, soothing him to the core as he gazed at the male in adoration.

But, like all things, this had to come to an end. And it crescendoed in a rather violent end. The male's eyes were so cold and off, he looked as if he had had every visible ideal ripped from his hands and the idea that he had caused so much damage on a person hurt him. He was suppose to be peaceful, good. He wasn't meant to cause damage to any one! Damn! The warrior before him yelled at him, causing him to flinch lightly, drawing back. He could feel it now. The two spirits within him started to argue. She blamed him, and he blamed her. Both blamed each other, but as long as he was taking the blame it didn't really matter. "There is indeed a truce between our people." the male answered him, not cutting him off as he had wished to do in the beginning, "but I am aware that you are still uneasy around me as much as I am around you!"

His last statement rattled him, leaving him feeling rejected, saddened, and cold. He wanted nothing to do with Ekaini men. "How about Ekaini women?" his feminine spirit asked in a purr, but was quickly cut off by the male spirit, screaming in his own head to shut up before he did something they would both regret.
Then, to Edo's surprise, Xanti broke. He fell to a crouched position and screamed into his hands. Both spirits, confused by the actions of Xanti, thudded into one another, causing a shudder to run through his small frame. What was it about this strong Zerui warrior that he found so appealing? Was it his strength? Was it his body? Or was it the dazzle that could be inside those sad, haunted eyes if he had been born anything, or anyone, else? Might have feared him before, but currently he feared for him. He didn't want to see, or hear, so much anguish from him! He was too beautiful a person for that.

The question of want lingered between them, no answer could come from either of him. His two spirits were unnaturally quiet, which disturbed the body. What did he want from Xanti? A night? A day? A Summer? Eternity? He could not answer his question! The Ekaini was far to worried about what the male before him was doing now, towering over him, that odd look in his dark eyes. A shiver raced down his spine, hands grasping his face, pressing. For a moment he thought that he was going to break his neck, but the gentleness in which the hands touched his skin allowed him to know that there would be no such pains.
A spark, the sky's seeming to tear down upon them, the ground turned to liquid beneath his feet as those strong lips met his own, sending the world into euphoric chaos.

Do not take it as Edorta had never been kissed. No, he had. But never with such passionate desire, never with so much caged soul that it made him wish he could give every spirit to Xanti to take it away. He arched into him, the height difference was slightly hard to accommodate, however, and the two slipped against a tree. Edorta was faintly aware of hurting his wounded shoulder, but no thoughts came to mind concerning pain. His head was a pleasant buzz. He ran a soft hand over the back of the other male's neck, savoring his taste, which was more bold than afraid now. He tasted good, like a man was suppose to taste. Edorta pressed against him, a soft growl escaping him when he pulled away, leaving a whispered question on his lips.

"W...what....what I... want?" he asked quietly, his lips still tingling with his lips, with his deep, searching kiss. He felt slightly stupid, his mind wasn't working. "I... want you." It was dangerous, but he couldn't argue with himself. Both spirits said it at the same time, and both spirits shuddered at the kiss again, wanting to feel that searching, probing gentleness, unsure, and yet bold. How easy it had been to allow him to kiss passed his teeth, to take him in close, searching deep in his soul for something, anything.

Edorta was tensed against Xanti and the tree, his right hand still holding close to his neck, his left resting against that hard, desirable back. He couldn't speak... he was strong... and oh so beautiful! Edo felt his lips closing against Xanti's softer at first, but slowly growing in passion. Edorta's lips were shy, unsure if he could perform against the male like he had against him, so he didn't allow his tongue to shift past his own lips, just being soft at first, wishing for Xanti to take him off again. He wanted him. Oh dear Eguzki, how much lust was rushing through him. He looked at the male with a soft smile, but wound up, nuzzling him softly with soft movements against his neck. "But I do not know if I can have you."