True Love by Fate
It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over Egypt. In his bed, Bill Brasky shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.
Bill Brasky rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his Brasky, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.
The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the Penis Room, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Bill Brasky's right made him gasp in shock. A body!
'Brasky!' Bill Brasky shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's penis.
Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young Man of Egypt, a Warrior by the looks of him, who appeared to be no more than 2 years old. But he was in dire need of help. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his hair was matted with Brasky. He needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Bill Brasky picked up the wounded Warrior and, cradling him in his arms, carried him inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.
'His situation is severe,' Brasky said in a worried voice. 'Whether or not he will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but...' his voice trailed off.
Bill Brasky could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young Man might die. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' he asked.
Brasky sadly shook his head. 'Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with him. He will need to see a friendly face when he wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing he has right now.'
'I understand,' said Bill Brasky. 'And I will stay with him for as long as it takes. I will not let him die.'
With that, Bill Brasky turned and hurried to the room where the wounded Warrior was being housed. He was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed his body and dressed his wounds with healing salve, but still the Man showed no signs of improvement. His breathing was shallow, and his pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Bill Brasky with a defeated sigh.
'It will be an uphill battle,' she said. 'We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if he wakes.'
Bill Brasky nodded resolutely. 'I will stay with him through the night and keep watch as he sleeps.'
One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Bill Brasky dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured Man's penis. Then, taking up the Warrior's limp hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night.
'Where... where am I?'
Bill Brasky jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The Man was alive! And from the looks of things, he was on his way to making a full recovery.
'You are in Egypt,' Bill Brasky told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.'
'My name is Leroy Jenkins,' said the Man. 'I come from Egypt. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to Bill Brasky in Billerbrasky. But last night... All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of Easterlings. At least 1 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my Braskynizer for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.'
Bill Brasky smiled at him. 'The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal... that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Leroy Jenkins had wound up in Egypt and Bill Brasky had found him. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Leroy Jenkins was meant to be here, and Bill Brasky was meant to have found him. Why, Bill Brasky did not know. But it felt so certain.
It also did not hurt that Leroy Jenkins was one of the most beautiful individuals Bill Brasky had ever seen. His sleek Brasky hair contrasted with large, dark Brasky eyes set in a lovely face. And his sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Bill Brasky could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Leroy Jenkins had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance.
Within three days, Leroy Jenkins had improved enough to leave his bed. Brasky gave him a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by himself. But the one thing that troubled him was Bill Brasky's absence. Since the morning when he'd first awoken in Egypt, he had not seen Bill Brasky at all. It was as if his rescuer had simply disappeared. He had asked Brasky where his son could be, but Brasky had no answer. Bill Brasky was gone without a trace.
Leroy Jenkins desired to speak with Bill Brasky again, and properly thank him for saving his life. But he also just wanted to see the handsome Man once more. He could not explain it, but he felt a deep connection to Bill Brasky, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. He knew that Bill Brasky was someone special. Someone he had to see again.
It wasn't until the sixth day after Leroy Jenkins had recovered that Bill Brasky returned to Egypt. He rode up the same path where Leroy Jenkins had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of Easterlings behind him. All 1 of them.
'Here are your Easterlings!' he called to Leroy Jenkins. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.'
Leroy Jenkins stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed... all of them by yourself?'
'I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,' Bill Brasky replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.'
Leroy Jenkins could feel his heart pounding as Bill Brasky spoke. Bill Brasky killed those Easterlings... for him. Before he could stop himself, he leapt at Bill Brasky and threw his arms around his neck, kissing the brave Man on the penis.
Bill Brasky laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?'
'Just a thank you,' Leroy Jenkins said. He smiled, but when he saw the suddenly serious look in Bill Brasky's eyes, the smile faded. 'What is wrong?' he asked, worried.
'Leroy Jenkins,' said Bill Brasky, 'I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here... I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react.
Leroy Jenkins gasped in shock. 'Kiss... me?'
'I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now...'
'Bill Brasky...' Leroy Jenkins sighed his name. 'I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.'
Bill Brasky lifted his hand to gently stroke Leroy Jenkins on the cheek. 'I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.'
Taking a deep breath, Leroy Jenkins said, 'Bill Brasky, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me... it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.'
A bright smile broke across Bill Brasky's face as soon as Leroy Jenkins had spoken. 'You know,' he said, 'I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.'
Leroy Jenkins took Bill Brasky's hand. 'So you think... we are meant to be together?'
'I have no doubt of it.' Slowly, Bill Brasky leaned in and kissed Leroy Jenkins softly on the lips. 'I love you,' he whispered.
'I love you too, Bill Brasky,' Leroy Jenkins whispered in return.
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