My first... uh, got the idea in class ...
His voice, soothing during this moment of rising emotions, caused his eyes to close just for an added feel of silk on Egyptian cotton. They moved, though mildly, to the sway of such a random and unknown desire before both looked, opening their eyes, at each other.
The pharaoh, Zoro, looked down at the slave brought to him from another country who was used to pay for the freedom of the person's family.
"You're different then most I've seen before." Zoro said lifting the chin of the other to look into his eyes.
"That's because you've never met my people." They both laughed as Zoro leaned forward kissing the ones left cheek.
"Ah, and I'll never meet them, and you them in return." The two stared again at each other before Zoro pulled the others arm, bound, towards his room where the pharaoh's queen waited to see the new slave. Yet thoughts rushed over Zoro's brain of what else this boys voice could do to him other than relax the heightened nerves never stopping to fire in his brain and body.
"I don't think you understand, Pharaoh." Zoro was pulled to a halt until he turned to see a small smile on the pale face making the blue eye sad. "I will see my people again; it is you who will never see yours."
About to complain Zoro felt the pain in his stomach before he knelled over, "Wha-?"
"I was brought here to kill you for repentance, but I wanted to ease your mind from its trouble first." The other knelt before the fallen man as he kissed the temple. "I enjoyed the hours together, I do say that with earnest, but… I and others will never love you like you desire, Pharaoh Roronoa."