Thomas took a deep breath and swallowed. He had no more tears to cry. He was dry. He sniffed and looked at the now dried blood and wanted to cry again, but he couldn't. All he could do was groan and sob.

I was too late. I should never have kissed Char, then I never would've let you leave my sight. It's all my fault, Jimmy. I'm soo sorry. I hope you forgive me in heaven. I doubt I'll be going there.

He felt sick to his stomach as his mind began to conjure up the gruesome images of Jimmy's torture. He closed his eyes and shook his head, but they wouldn't leave him. He began to wail and then started to smack his head, trying so desperately to rid the pain and screams from his head. Suddenly, it all stopped. All the screams, the images, they were all gone. Thomas was once again left alone, afraid and guilty. Was there anything he could've done?

Suddenly he heard large footsteps approach and stop right in front of the door. The door opened and a large man walked in. He smirked as he looked down at Thomas.

"What a poor pitiful god you are," the man said, "Have you ran out of tears? No more screams and wails to come from you now? I quite enjoyed it."

He walked closer to Thomas who backed away as far as he could get until the wall stopped him.

"But I'll have the pleasure of making you scream and cry once more," the man said, "then...you will die. Slowly and painfully, you will cry out and beg for death you non-believer."

Thomas swallowed and looked at the man.

"Then I'll be closer to your gods than you'll ever be," Thomas spat. Thomas closed his eyes and prepared for the blow that soon came. It didn't hurt as much as he had planned, but the pain was still there. He could taste the blood and he spat out. He groaned a little but did not dare fall to the floor.

"Get up you filthy rat," the man spat then grabbed Thomas's arm and pulled him up.

The least I can do is give them hell, right?

The man roughly pulled Thomas out of the room then pulled him down a now-lit hallway. Thomas could feel his arm start to bruise from the man's grip but he soon got used to it.

Be tough, Thomas. That isn't the only bruise you're about to receive. Besides, you've had worse. Death would be a welcoming comfort for someone like you.

The man came to a large door and pushed it open. His anger forced the door open wide and slam against the walls. Thomas froze, even though he was still being pulled, at the sight of the two standing in the room.

Tzeckal Kan and Char both turned at the two and Char gasped. Tzeckal Kan rolled his eyes and approached.

"What happened," Tzeckal Kan asked, rather annoyed. The man threw Thomas to the ground and Char ran over to him.

"The filth bad mouthed the gods," the man growled. Tzeckal Kan only scoffed.

"I did not give you permission to hurt him. The other one, I let you do what you wished with, but not this is our job."

Thomas closed his eyes as Char helped him sat up. Thomas felt disgusted and pulled his arm away.

"You may leave us, now."

The man nodded then left the room, closing the doors behind him. Thomas looked up and examined the room that would be his tomb. There was a large stone carving in the center. Chains were attached on the side, no doubt in use for a ritual, and other things. There were pillars all around the circular room and large chandelier like flame pits hung from sides.

"Thomas," Char began.

"Pick him up," Tzeckal Kan said, "Chain him. I want him standing and focused on what we have to say."

Char slowly nodded then helped Thomas stand. He was too tired to really do it on his own. He was betrayed. It was Char's plan all along wasn't it? To get Thomas alone so they could get rid of Jimmy? What did they want from Thomas? In his thoughts, Thomas barely registered the shackles clicking around his wrists. Char looked up at him and put a hand on his cheek.

"I'm sorry, Thomas," he said with as much love as he could muster. Thomas moved his face away from Char's hand, who flinched and backed away.

"Only us, know you are not a god," Tzeckal Kan stated, "Now you can either be the grand sacrifice to the gods for your unholy impersonation, or…we can come to some sort of agreement."

Thomas looked up at him.

"What kind of agreement," Thomas asked.

"I become your official advisor, to the people's knowledge, when in reality, you work for me. You can prance and dance as a god, but I'm the one with the power. All 'decisions' will be from me. You will have no real say in what goes on here, and first order of business will be to have that….pig of a chief the first sacrifice."

"Why would I agree to such terms? What would I get out of it?"

"Your life, obviously, and," he pushed Char closer, "a welcomed whore."

"I am not a whore," Char bit at Tzeckal Kan.

"Really," Tzeckal kan said, "Ah I must have been confused. Either way, I'm sure you are all too willing to be a pretty piece of Lord Thomas's love, correct."

Char blushed then looked down. Thomas shook his head.

I could never love you. Not after I know you were the cause of Jimmy's death. Your plan. I'd slice your throat in your sleep.

"So," Tzeckal Kan said smiling as he turned to Thomas, "What say you? Will you accept the title of god more seriously, or share the fate of your pathetic friend?"

"Jimmy wasn't pathetic," Thomas barked, "He was childish, sure. Insecure, most definitely, but pathetic," Thomas scoffed, "I would've died for Jimmy, if it meant he could go on and live his life. He was young and beautiful. He had so much he could do! I took a beating for him once. A beating he truly deserved from flashing his money and being downright hateful, but I loved him and I couldn't bare the thought that he could get hurt or worse die from the hands of thugs and so I took his place. I would've taken his place in that cell in a heartbeat if it meant Jimmy got to live on. As to your terms, I'd rather die. Maybe my God forgives me enough to let me be with Jimmy, so I look forward to it."

Tzeckal Kan's smile faded and he approached Thomas. The back of his hand met hard with Thomas's left cheek that was already tender from the other man's blow. Char yelped.

"You want pain," Tzeckal Kan growled, "You want death. I'll give it to you then."

Char stood back as Tzeckal kan suddenly summoned a whip. Thomas's eyes flew open wide as the whip just appeared. Without any warning, Tzeckal Kan snapped the whip on Thomas's chest. Thomas groaned but kept his mouth close.

It's like a whipping from father, Another snap across his thigh that was unclothed by the fabric, Ahh, well...father never broke the skin really.

Thomas could feel the blood slowly flow down from his thigh and down his leg. Another snap on his stomach and another right on the cheek. Each one felt worse and worse as the whip met with his skin. He couldn't hold it anymore and he began to scream as the whip made contact. Tzeckal Kan chuckled then made the whip vanish.

"Char, my boy," he said, "Remind me to conduct a test on the next so called 'gods'."

"W...why," Char asked.

"Because gods, don't bleed."

Tzeckal Kan walked over to Thomas's left hand and cut the glove off. Thomas was surprised he had forgotten about it, but he soon braced himself as Tzeckal Kan pulled out a small dagger. He closed his eyes as the dagger sank into Thomas's hand. The pain was completely unbearable and he screamed. The loudest and strongest he has ever screamed. Tzeckal Kan smiled and turned the dagger slowly. Bells were ringing in his ears from his own screams and tears slid down his cheeks.

Oh God, please just let it end. Take me away from this. I've I deserve hell then let the devil come and release me from this!

"Stop," Char yelled. Tzeckal Kan yanked the dagger out of Thomas's hand and looked at Char.

"Please," Char said, "Let me talk with him. I can make him come around. If you kill him, the chief will suspect, you know he will."

Tzeckal Kan looked at Char then looked at Thomas.

"Perhaps he does need a little bit more...explanation," he said then he turned and left the room, leaving Thomas alone with Char.

Great.

Thomas took a deep breath and looked at his hand. Blood was practically pouring out of the wound. His hand had gone cold from the pain and he dared not to move it.

Char looked at him and smiled slightly.

"You really should thank me," he said, "I just saved your life."

"I lost Jimmy," Thomas said, "I have nothing else to live this so called 'life' for."

Char rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Jimmy this, Jimmy that, Jimmy, Jimmy Jimmy! He didn't even love you Thomas. Why do you give your heart to someone who didn't even want it? What was the point? I would gladly accept yours and I would give you mine. Why? Why won't you let me love you? Be with you? Rule with you?"

"What is ruling when I'll practically a slave."

"But you'll have your life! You can have a life with me! I'm much better than Jimmy, Thomas. I would accept my own beatings. What, pretty boy didn't want to get his pretty face cut?"

"Don't you dare say that," Thomas growled.

"Why not," Char said smiling, "He's dead. There's nothing he can do about that. What's it hurting anyway."

My heart. Thomas wanted to say, but he didn't want Char to hear anymore. Why waste his breath on such a person.

Char looked at him and frowned.

"I can give you such much," he said as he slowly approached. Thomas noticed the sway in the young man's hips as he came closer.

"I can give you love," Char leaned close to Thomas's ear, "Pleasure. So, so much pleasure, Thomas. I can make you cum on all that gold in the temple. I can make the most beautiful sounds as you filled me."

Thomas groaned out in disgust and shook his head away from Char, but Char was not giving up. Char only smiled then slowly traced his hand down Thomas's chest, gently passing over the wounds. Thomas swallowed and held his breath, not daring to allow himself the pleasure as Char brushed his fingers over Thomas's nipples unscathed nipples. Char then slowly made his way down to Thomas's front and started to cup the fabric. He bit his lips and took in deep breaths. He wouldn't dare let Char hear his moans.

"Oh, Thomas," Char said, "Don't hold back. Let me hear what you are feeling. Don't hold anything back."

Thomas shook his head as Char began to stroke the fabric. The fabric that was rubbing against him felt so good. Thomas didn't know how long it was since the last time he got off, but no. He couldn't. Not here. Not when the love of his life was murdered. Not when Jimmy's murderer was making him feel this way.

Oh please, think about Jimmy. Oh God, think about that room!

That seemed to be working. Thomas was not getting any harder but his face was redder than a cherry. Char sighed.

"I guess the fabric is too much for you," Char said, "I've been told I have marvelous hands."

Thomas shook his head again and snapped his eyes shut as the fabric fell into a heap on the floor around his feet.

You are not getting me that easily.

Char knelt down and gazed hungrily at Thomas's erected cock. He gently grasped it and began to cup Thomas's balls while he stroked Thomas's length. Thomas gasped and bit his lips.

"No….st..stop please," Thomas begged.

Char looked up at Thomas and smiled. He closed the gap between him and Thomas's body and licked Thomas's shaft from the base to the tip. He did it so agonizingly slow that Thomas could not hold the moan.

"NNnno," Thomas gasped, "Please...p..please stop! I don't want this! I...I don't want you!"

"That's too bad," Char said, "because I want you, and I'm going to have you Thomas."

Char took Thomas's cock into his mouth and sucked. Thomas cried out as he struggled to fight against the pleasure and welcome the disgust. He tried to move Char away but he forgot for a slight moment about the hand began to ache and hurt so Thomas began to cry.

"Please, Char," he cried, "I just want to die. Please...if you love me...you'll let me die."

Char looked up at Thomas and let Thomas's cock fall from his mouth as he stood up.

"I'm not letting you go," Char stated angrily, "Finally something good came into my life and you want to take it away, well I'm not going to let you die, Thomas. If you won't be my lord then I'll be yours! You will belong to me!"

Char gripped Thomas's cock tight sending Thomas's head to fall back hard against the stone. He hit the stone so hard his vision went black and the world went silent. He could barely hear the doors open and an angel spoke.

"He doesn't belong to you, you filthy bastard," He heard Jimmy's voice say.

Jimmy? My angel! Have you come to finally take me away?

Jimmy grabbed a large stick from the unlit fire pit in the center of the room and bashed it against Char's head. Char fell to the floor and kicked Jimmy's leg. Jimmy's leg was already injured and it sent him to the floor in a yelp. Char quickly grabbed the stick and hit Jimmy's face with it back. Char tried again, but Jimmy was able to grab Char's wrist and twist it, releasing the stick. Jimmy then balled his left hand into a fist and let a blow fall right into Char's stomach. Char yelled out. Once. Twice. Three times, Jimmy landed a blow, until Char managed to twist and pull out of Jimmy's grasp. Char ran to behind the stone carving Thomas was chained to. Jimmy's heart sank at the sight of Thomas but he couldn't help him now. No, no yet. Not until Char was dealt with. Jimmy groaned and dashed over the carving only to be met with Char's fist. His fist met with Jimmy's nose causing Jimmy to fall onto his back. Char lifted his foot ready to stomp on Jimmy's face with all his might, but Jimmy was quicker. Jimmy snatched Char's foot and twisted until he felt and heard the ankle snap. Char yelled out and fell to the floor. He desperately tried to get up but Jimmy straddled him.

"How dare you touch him," Jimmy growled then proceeded to punch into Char's face. He let four blows fall and on the last one he could feel Char's nose break. Suddenly Char began laughing.

"Why do you care," Char smiled, "You don't even love him."

Jimmy smiled back.

"That's where you are wrong," Jimmy said, "I love him more than anything in the world, and you will pay for what you have done."

Jimmy pulled out a dagger and the smiled faded from Char's face.

"You wouldn't kill a man," Char said.

"You are no man," Jimmy said, "but yes...I would kill a man, if it meant saving Thomas."

Jimmy then slammed the dagger into Char's chest and twisted. He growled as the life faded from Char's eyes until the light had gone and Jimmy sat upon Char's dead body. Jimmy quickly got up ran over to Thomas.

"Thomas," Jimmy said, wincing as he put pressure on his leg.

"Oh, Jimmy," Thomas mumbled, "I'm ready to go to heaven now, or hell. Wherever you went."

Jimmy chuckled then cupped Thomas's face.

"No, you loon," Jimmy said, "I'm here. I'm alive."

"You're...you're alive," Thomas had a hard time believing Jimmy was really there standing in front of him.

But the blood, all that blood. That man said he killed you.

Before Thomas could reply, a loud snap filled the air and Jimmy yelped then fell to the floor. Tzeckal Kan stood not too far away from them with the whip in his hand.

"Never let another man do what you know you must do yourself," He spoke, mostly to himself.

"Wonderful to see you Lord Jimmy," Tzeckal Kan said as he approached. Jimmy winced then stood back up and faced Tzeckal Kan.

"If I had known you would've gotten away from him so easily then I would've just killed you myself, but trust me when I say, I will never let anyone else do my work."

"Just let us go," Jimmy said, "We'll leave, silently. You can keep the gold and...become ruler if thats what you want."

"Pah, That would not help me one bit. The chief will believe the gods have left but will return and I will be forced to remain nothing but a prophet."

"Then I'll help you," Jimmy said, "What do you need, I'll do it. The chief trusts me. I can get you what ever you want."

Tzeckal Kan laughed. A whole hearted laugh as if Jimmy just told the most hilarious joke known to man. Once his laughter stopped, he turned back to Jimmy.

"I want you dead," he said, "both of you."

Tzeckal Kan snapped his fingers and two daggers appeared at his side. One was aiming at Jimmy's heart and another was aiming at Thomas. Jimmy swallowed in fear.

"Good bye!"

"Halt!"

The daggers fell as the chief walked in with more than a handful of soldiers. Tzeckal Kan looked mostly shocked as the chief came in. Jimmy and Thomas both breathed as the Chief approached Tzeckal Kan.

"Ah! So good you are here," Tzeckal Kan said, "These two, are imposters!"
"I know," the Chief said.

"They've mocked the g-" Tzeckal Kan paused, "You what."

"I know," The Chief repeated with a smile, "and I didn't have to have them come tell me either. I suspected long ago, but I knew they would've been too afraid to come out with the truth. Then when Thomas came to me, I promised I'd keep them safe. Then Jimmy comes to me with an injured leg, claiming you and Char were the ones responsible for his capture and planned his death."

"He lies," Tzeckal Kan said.

"From what I just heard, I say it is you, Tzeckal Kan, who lies."

Tzeckal Kan looked taken aback by the Chief's words.

"Seize him," the Chief ordered. Tzeckal Kan began to back away. His face quickly changed from fear to determination. As he clapped his hands, a bright green light flashed everyone in the room, and he was gone.

"Send word to every man to search for him," the Chief said to the men that quickly left the room except for four of the men, who continued to stand next to the Chief. Jimmy let out his breath then began to try and pry Thomas's shackles open. Thomas winced as Jimmy accidentally bumped his injured hand. Jimmy winced and looked at Thomas.

"Sorry," he said. Thomas smiled.

"It's alright," he said, "I've had worse."

Jimmy did not smile along at those words.

"I can't get them open."

"Check Char," Thomas said, nodding his head to the young man's body. Jimmy gulped then made his way over to the body. He searched the fabric and found the key...right next to Char's testicals. Jimmy felt himself gag a little as he brushed them then quickly pulled the key out and ran back to Thomas. He was quick to unlock Thomas's right wrist but was gentle with Thomas's left. Thomas winced a little as Jimmy wrapped his hand around Thomas's. He didn't hurt much when it was in Jimmy's hand. The pain was soothed by Jimmy's warmth. Thomas smiled but did not have the strength to stand, even though Jimmy was right there.

"He needs help," Jimmy said to the Chief, "he's lost a lot of blood."

The Chief nodded then motioned the other guards to Thomas. Jimmy moved out of the way and let go of Thomas's hand as the men lifted him up and began to leave the room. Thomas whined a bit when Jimmy's warmth was gone.

"I'll be right behind you, Thomas," He heard Jimmy say. Thomas tried to reply but slowly, as he was taken down the hall, his world faded.