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In ancient times	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 12

          It was a great evil Brolly had devised, leaving me incapacitated, an unwilling spectator of a play, a play in which was concocted by a deprived lonely man with an endless hungry obsession over perfection. In the name of Ra and Anubis I prayed, begging any whom dared listened to a dishonoured and disgraced priest.

          His large hands covered the Pharaoh’s shoulders, in the mist of my own agony I heard him whimpered. Vegeta’s head turned away, his eyes reassuring me, it broke my heart. I refused to watch, shame gnawed upon my damned soul, how could my Pharaoh sacrifice himself for my welfare, I would have willingly depart the living world if it meant my Pharaoh never perform for another’s corrupted mind.

          But alas, once the noises of gasps and low groans reached my ears my eyes refused to behave. Brolly’s hands wandered, pawing at flesh that was not his, manhandling flawlessness with rough calloused palms, squeezing and bruising. With each slow movement made my Pharaoh turn his head away, his eyes closed, and I wondered, was it me he was thinking of? Did it make it easier? I swallowed down the bile rising in my throat, the sickness of poison paled in comparison of the sickness I felt from this atrocity.

          The sting of hot tears burned my eyes, my voice lost in the attempts to breathe, I knew somewhere inside was the strength I needed to save my Pharaoh, somewhere there was a warrior hero trying to rise through the trembles, break through the fire of my organs. With each grunt and snarl I twisted my binds, my joints cracking with my efforts, I wouldn’t stop.

          “Brolly, kiss me…” That simple sentence spilling from my Pharaoh’s lips instantly halted me, turning me back into a weakened priest praying for salvation; say it isn’t true! Through hazy eyes I seen the look of determination and…lust cloud Vegeta’s eyes, his unbelievable soft hands caressed the cheeks of his… violator. As for Brolly, it was a request that didn’t need to be repeated, his lips crashed against Vegeta’s, and wave of nausea struck me violently in the gut. Despair and abhorrence filled me, how dare he, how dare they! My chest filled of rage as their kiss continued with feverous hunger, jaws loosening, lips expanding, and tongues duelled. My eyes filled of burning vehemence tears, scalding my cheeks in ferocity as they trailed down my burning cheeks.

          I knew Vegeta had no harbouring sexual feelings or desires for the large man, yet why did he grind himself achingly against him, why did he weave those diligent fingers in his messy hair to deepen the lip lock; the sacrifice was becoming a willing participant, and it tore at my soul.

          The sound of a pained yell caught my attention easily, I opened my eyes seeing my Pharaoh’s sandaled feet next to my own. “Kakarot, my love, please, drink this, quickly!” My mind was left in a series of catch-up; Brolly was curled on the floor, his hand cupping his privates, while the other nursed a broken lip. I felt a surge of relief wash over me, my hands no longer bind behind me, but left free, a soft hand cupped the back of my neck tilting my head backward, and dispensed the disgusting liquid in my dried lips; I’ve never experienced such relief, Pharaoh still loved me, it was all just a ploy to gain the vile.

          My eyes became heavy, and the room dimmed, their voices blurred. To this day I am unsure of what happened between them in those moments, but I can assume it was along the lines of ‘I love you’ ‘how dare you’ so on and so forth, my head was in a blissful state of fuzz, the clashing of deadly blades was a lullaby to my weary body, I didn’t fight the haze, instead welcomed it.

          Behind my eyes I witness a battle of godly beings, the falcon and jackal, staff and spear in animalistic hands, the sun their backdrop, they fought and snarled. Their clashing weapons clashed with a godly show of power. Sheepishly, I grinned, grinned like a man gone mad as these gods danced before me, giddy like a school boy with his first love. As I think back on it now, I can see the interpretation of these gods turned man.

          I was hauled from my awe-inspiring yet humorous vision by Vegeta’s body covering my own. His back on my front, he acted like a shield, I did my best to struggle but my muted protest was unheard. Brolly towered over us, tears of hurt and frustration threatening to spill, his hands turned white from the sheer force he held his sword. As for Vegeta, he was breathing harshly, sword acting as a guard for us both. “Brolly, please stop this madness.” I could feel the desperation in Vegeta’s trembling voice, unfortunately, he was pleading to an ox, and Brolly neither heard nor saw reason.

          The large commander snarled, his sword sailed down clashing with Vegeta’s, his other hand snatched Vegeta’s throat, taking him by surprise and used all his strength to toss Vegeta’s body against the floor several feet away, leaving me open and unprotected; the bane of his existence.

          I never felt fragile and helpless before in my life; there were no reason for me to learn how to fight, or even a possibility to be in a confrontation, I was a priest! Yet I found myself staring death in the eyes, I could see my eternal damnation in his furious eyes, and when he spoke to me, it was as if the god Anubis of the underworld was barking at his back. Yet, strange as it is, I held no fear…

          “Ask Ra for forgiveness priest, because I damn you to the pits!” His hand arched, his sword sung into the air, screaming it glee for my blood, it came sailing down, and I am unsure if time slowed from the poison, or the situation, but as that blade came closer threatening to cleave my skull in two, I did not blink, I did not breathe, I waited.

          I could feel the cold emotionless steel nearly touch my head, its fidget teeth chilled my core, freezing me in time, and just like a snap of a finger it stopped. Spit struck my face, removing my stillness in time; the rough powerful hand released me to fall to the floor in a heap. I stared up to Brolly and the sword plunged deep in his gut, twisting, the hand holding the blade steady, but the arm was shaking, my eyes trailed to my Pharaoh. This was not a victory, not a tale of the glorious hero beating a great evil… this was defeat.

          As Brolly collapsed to his knees, Vegeta followed, they moved in closer and my Pharaoh began to weep, all the while Brolly smiled. All emotion sucked from the room itself, and time once again halted, sound voided, all but the two kneeling. “Brolly… why, why, why. I loved you as a brother… Brolly.” Vegeta took his hand from the blade, cupping the dying man’s face, his tears of sorrow spilling down like a waterfall.

          Brolly’s voice was low and weak, but as he spoke, it was as if he was screaming to the world. “Ve…geta. If there…was anyone to… take me down.” He was choked by his own tears, and each pause was accompanied by a bloody cough. “I would… want it to be…you…my love.” Brolly reached out weakly to Vegeta, his hand trembled violently. “All I ask for… is a… kiss goodbye…”

          And he did, my Pharaoh granted him his dying wish, lightly pressing his lips to the commanders, cradling his head, his dying body dragged him down as well, with one last cough Brolly was no more. I whined, my throat raw from the burn, I cried for my Pharaoh’s lost, I wish I could have made it over to him, hold him close, and allowing him to mourn a man that had been at his side since birth. Instead I was left on my side on the cold unforgiving floor, just like Brolly, Vegeta hunched over his body, crying silent tears, his shoulder shook violently, and it killed me to know where Brolly’s spirit was going.

          Life was cruel and unjust, why so much suffering, so much chaos, war, famine, disease, and hate; for the first time, I questioned the gods…
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