Macbeth © William Shakespeare
A/N: Right, seriously, this is a total CRACK. My friends kind of persuaded (threatened with knives and laughs) me to do this. So, go ahead and laugh, PLEASE!
Pairing(s): Macbeth and Banquo
I Will Catch You
It has been four summers since I was murdered my supposed best friend. All of our accomplishments that were worshipped and praised, even by King Duncan, were thrown back in my face. Our brotherhood died the night King Duncan did. Immediately I knew, Macbeth had been the one to slaughter the king.
All of the pieces fitted together like they were meant to; Fate had ripped us brothers apart. Destiny put me onto the road of destruction.
I knew everything, yet I still believed, wished, wanted, myself to be wrong; that my once-brother Macbeth had descended into madness.
And that's how I became corrupted; I was consumed with thoughts of him, of why he had done what he did, his thirst for power was worth sacrificing his sanity? No. I don't think that is what he intended, which is why I will bring him back. I will bring my Macbeth back, and I will corrupt him in a different way.
My heart aches for him and I cannot stop its calling, its wailing for his reciprocation.
Banquo; leader of an army, comrade of the now-king Macbeth, a man where his word was promise and his honour is eternal, strode through the ashen castle with confidence. He needed to tell him. Banquo needed to confront Macbeth, to drive away the sanity that the three witches had cast into him upon informing him of the future; he would wash away Macbeth's sins and create new ones. Ones that weren't devastating to the mind or the country.
Macbeth would return his love.
Knocking once, twice on the heavy, wooden door, Macbeth strode straight into the chambers of Macbeth. Ever since the death of the king, Lady Macbeth had been separating herself from her husband; what was wrong with her? He didn't care to know.
With his swords at his side, he walked straight to where Macbeth was sitting; he was at his desk, reading over what-seemed-to-be important scrolls, considering the wax seal of Cawdor. Without another thought, he gripped Macbeth's shoulder - not surprising the kind in the least, he had become paranoid lately, so he knew his surroundings and examined the slightest of noises - and forced his head to turn to his comrade.
Dipping his head, Banquo kissed Macbeth with the passionate fire burning deep inside of him.
Macbeth, surprised, dropped his quill and gripped Banquo's shoulder. After a couple of minutes, Banquo pulled away and stared deep into the murky brown eyes of the Thane of Cawdor.
"I will catch you, if you ever feel like letting go, Macbeth. To Macbeth will I, Banquo, leader of men, serve thee till thou is on his death bed."
Banquo watched as lines drained from Macbeth's face and his eyes suddenly sparkled.
"I thank you - for saving me - Banquo."
Here it is! In all its beautiful glory! *blushes and hides away*
BlackTorment
