Jonathan let out a moan, it felt as though his back was bursting into flames. Feverishly, he stared at the floor, at something that wasn't suppose to happen when other guys touched him, but when woman did. Last time he checked the ancient priest was definitely male. It was an odd experience that had never occurred to him before, though extremely satisfying, he felt even more awkward because it was caused by Imotept, his family enemy. The only thought crossing his mind was, 'I can't let him see.'
"L-let go," he groaned out, gently prying away from the cause of his worries. An inch, just an inch would be fine, as long as they weren't touching, he chanted to himself. However, it seemed that the stronger man didn't like that answer, he jerked him harshly back, growling angrily.
"Who?" Imotept hissed, unwilling to admit that the body heat, the Britain man was creating, made him comfortable. It was searing like the desert sun. Clumsy as the rumbling sand. Soft as the moonlight at night. How else could he explain it? Definitely not love, he would forever be that woman's even if he hated her for betraying him. Tightening his grip he glared down at the struggling man, the Brown tresses tickled his chin and bright blue eyes glanced terrified at him.
"Jonathan Carnahan, Rick O'Connell's brother-in-law!" He felt the arms around his waist start to slacken almost touching his…"I know you, you know me, introductions are over, bye!!" Making a quick escape, he twisted away from the strong limbs and made a mad dash towards a voice that sounded suspiciously like his sister's. Suddenly, he remembered his little problem, glancing down he was relieved to find that it had disappeared. Of course, since he wasn't looking, he crashed straight into what he supposed was Rick, considering it had made a squawking sound that had sounded somewhere between his name and a yell.
"Where were you?! Are you okay?! Where's about Imotept?!" Eve shouted hugging him as expressively as always.
"Um, I don't remember, yes, Erm I can't quite say old mum," he quickly supplied his weeping sibling with answers. All he received was more tears and a staring in-law, "now now Evelyn, we have lots of work to do, no time for bawling, at the moment." He embraced her happily. Well, as happily as he had been doing all these years. After all, he drank for a reason. Pushing away, his little sister frowned at him, contemplating something in her mind. She just opened her mouth to say something Jonathan was sure he didn't want to answer when the mummy came striding down the hall, his walk confident and slightly conceded. His black eyes strayed around the room for a while before landing on its intended target.
"I am in the living world," he stated blankly, indifferently, though his eyes roiled with pain, "You brought me here…" He stood there looking as royal a pharaoh, maybe even a god. The family had once again fallen silent, this time Rick pulled Evy back, giving Imotept a nasty look. Jonathan remained in his position, feeling left out and unwanted. Cowardly as he was, it was his fault this had happened, so he was going to take full responsibility for it. Whether it would lead him to his death, he wasn't quite sure, but he still stepped forward and took a deep breath.
"Yes, I desired your presence," so maybe it was a little white lie, he hadn't meant for this to happen, but the look on his sister's face when she had almost asked him a question was burned into his brain, 'It was your fault, all your fault.' He was sick of being blamed, or being called a drunkard, and player. Shaking his head, he gathered up all his courage, and said something he knew he would probably regret for the rest of his life, "Kill me." Well, that had come out stronger than he expected, it was almost as if he wanted it. Clenching his hands to his side, he realized that he was still clutching the amulet. The metal felt cool in his hands, wiping away all his current thoughts, only pleasure existed.
A hand grazed his face, it was both exhilarating and horrible, so he leaned into the touch. A small whisper entered his mind, though he couldn't really understand it he felt as though no threat was being implied. A sigh escaped his lips, rolling out as though he was being kissed. Another inspiring hand gripped his forearm tightly, though not enough to hurt. Another word, he tilted his head up. Opening eyes that he hadn't realized he had closed, he was flooded with reality. Imotept was staring at him, almost nose-to-nose with him, his smell flooding over Jonathan. The mummies intense eyes seemed to stare straight into him, down to his core. He moaned. Letting his gaze drop down to broad shoulders, he shook his head, causing Imotept's hand to fall.
"Why?" Again, the deeply accented voice sent him on a twist of emotions, vibrating throughout his body. Jeez, why was this happening now? Well, this wasn't exactly the first time, after all he had felt the same way when Imotept almost killed him in the pyramid. Even when he was in danger, it still felt good to be touched by the handsome man. More, he decided. He needed more. Tilting forward he let the first sign of pain show in twenty years. Tears.
"Life sucks, that's why," he mumbled, letting out a loud sob, and a couple hiccups.
"Why/" he had almost missed the barely audible question. Slowly, he drew away and frowned, thinking of all the things that happened in his life, all the people he had met, and all the loves that had left him. It was a hard thing to answer, really. But he knew the answer anyways. It was his only connection with the old priest, he realized. Why had he never thought of it before?
"Because I was betrayed be all I love." Jonathan slurred out, he heard his sister's sharp intake of air, knew he had hurt her greatly. However, he didn't regret it all that much. She had abandoned him to sluttish prostitutes and bourbon while he was in need of her the most. Still she was his sister and he loved her dearly, "Sorry old mum, but we both know it's the truth."
"I never knew you felt that way," he heard her say, denying all the burden she herself had caused. Enraged, he let his anger out on the golden skin in front of him. Slamming his hands into the soft skin he screamed in an uncharacteristic fury.
"You know Evy, you know, but you still won't admit it??" hands grasped his and he fought against them with all his might, finally, after using all his strength, he fell to the floor. Something pressed against his lips. Burning, wet, comfortable.