The King's Weep I

Chapter XVII

   As the blood of their once alive father stained the marble floors as it dried, Kahl had fell to his knees in a sudden realization as to what he did. Dragomir was not surprised by these actions, for this was what he had wanted all along.

   Kahl whimpered and turned his head to Dragomir, who's selflessness slept deep inside. "What have I done, brother?" Kahl sobbed, and the older brother came over to him in a fake, weakened and sad state. Dragomir pulled him into the warmth that he himself knew not how he emitted, and Kahl resisted for a few seconds. But, the warmth had pulled him in, and Kahl laid himself upon his brothers arms, his brothers forgiving, yet evil arms.

   "You did the rightful thing, King Kahl," Dragomir whispered upon the young ones ear. He had felt Kahl nod, for Kahl had been drunken off the warmth of Dragomir. "Hey, look at me," the older one whispered, so faintly, yet so huskily, it turned the mood into something he had not meant to.

   Kahl slowly moved his head up, his eyes red and bright from crying into his brothers arm, and lifted a single hand to Dragomirs face. Dragomir had let him pull it down to match their eyes, and they both had felt each-others hearts and souls flaming from within. Kahl leaned in, not to far, yet not so close as to where they could hear each-others heart beats.

   Kahl pulled his other hand up, and had rid it up Dragomirs armoured coat arm, his eyes, like a match, had stared into Dragomirs, still. Kahl, his older brother surprised by this, smiled and leaned in closer until they had both felt those heartbeats, those very heartbeats that the two brothers thought would always beat together, no matter where their bodies would rest, or wake.

   And then, as Dragomir had not been able to take the atmosphere that he had accidentally created, pulled himself, with all his might, away from his younger brother.

   The younger one frowned and burned holes into the older ones eyes, and Kahl harshly pulled Dragomir back into the atmosphere he so-so, hated.

   Kahl grinned as he watched Dragomir silently squirm like a new-born deer. "Dear brother, what have you done?" He whispered as he closed the gap between them.

   And, as much as Dragomir wanted to turn away from his fantasy Kahl had created, he could not. So, as Kahl closed in, so did Dragomir.

   And, the heat they had both felt, was created, Kahl assumed, by Hell itself. But, it was only Dragomir, the fire-place for Kahl.

   Though, Kahl had not ever felt like this, and could hardly take the feeling the intimate kiss gave off. But then, Kahl yet again, realized something.

   Through all the feelings Kahl had felt for Dragomir, they were brothers.

   And, Kahl's people used to speak of two men who fell for each-other, although they were brothers.

   The only detail Kahl could remember from that story, was one ended dead, the other ended in Hell.

   A mental Hell, that was.