“Game
lost”
by Emerald
04/08/1999
Miguel sat morosely on the pyramid steps, steps
that led to the temple that
He had decided to stay in El Dorado... accept
the chief’s offer... stay and forget. Just like he was already forgotten...
Listening to the giggles and seductive laughs
that came from the temple above he stood up and went down to search for some
comfort. Maybe he could find a bottle of that fine hallucinatory drink he
carelessly enjoyed their first night in this hidden city. He knew that thing was
a sacred liquid... But he was a god now, wasn’t he?
So after convincing a scared soldier to bring
the dangerous drink he looked for a quite and isolated place where his sorrows
could be tended.
First a sip then a strong gulp, his body felt
relaxed and light... he felt like flying, a rush of pleasure... the best kind of
pleasure, just like he was being embraced by his tender and passionate... and
lost lover.
No... he could not be lost... never... and to
deny it he drunk more of the bittersweet drug...
“Mi querido amor...” the whisper left his
lips as he kissed the image of a naked man laid by his side. The saphire eyes
glistening like dancing stars. Their fire hitting his thudding heart. The long
golden hair spread around the handsome head, fluttering over his bliss filled
face... just like caressing sun fingers. Thousand hands covered Miguel’s body... all those hands belonging to
one person only... the same one whose wet
mouth gave him release and delight. Oblivion came as
vibrating million colors engulfed his fluid long body. But nothing else
mattered as he felt Tulio arms circling his back and waist.
He was not forgotten... he was never left for
another one... Tulio still belonged with him...
Blessed darkness.
****************
“Where is Miguel?” Tulio paced restlessly
inside the temple.“He should be here almost an hour ago! To tell us about the
boat!”
“I don’t know... maybe he’s playing with
the children.” answered an annoyed Chel. She was not getting the expected
attention from the charming foreigner.
"He said he was just going to find out how
the boat was coming along,
“You worry too much about him... you know?”
she retorted while looking for a new pair of ear rings. “He is a god remember?
Nothing will happen to him...”
“He is NOT a GOD Chel... he is... human and
vulnerable.” Tulio feared that his time with Chel would affect his already
shaky relationship with Miguel.
Since Spain they have been fighting for anything...
then there was that alluring girl in Barcelona... They met every night for weeks
until she left him, vanished, for only God knows why...Well now he knew it was a act played by
his blond lover. Miguel had been unhappy with him, feeling betrayed and
undesirable, so he decided to meet the girl and use all his charm towards her.
After a couple of days he asked her to marry him in her family’s town. She
went out of Barcelona and he never appeared to the cerimony. Miguel apologized
for his acts but said he did not regret them.
So when that map came to their hands as a real
fate trick he thought that maybe it would bring some fun and joy to both of them.
And indeed they had good times even though Cortez, the storm, all those sharks
and the lack of food tried to prove the contrary... Until they came here...
their ultimate goal... To become the richest men from Spain! What a joke... they
were not even sure if they could take all the gold with them...
And then there was Chel... this woman was
beautiful... and was giving her best to reach to any of them... she also was a
thief and a conner who desired to be on the top of the world. She seduced him
with her bronze skin, skilled hands and a promise of more gold... and he let her
take him... even knowing she meant trouble.
Damn fool... this time he was the one who did
not pay attention to his famous little inner voice. Now the certainty that
something terribly wrong happened to his blond partner pestered his head.
“I am going to look for him.”and so he
stormed out from the room.
“Whatever... good luck then...” she forced
out the last words.
****************
Mounted on Altivo and surrounded by dozens of
citzens Tulio pretended to be doing a evaluation of the city’s dimension. And
that for such a task he claimed should be left alone. Nobody could notice that
their other god was missing.
He entered every building, escalated all the
steps, run all fields... but found no trace of Miguel. He became more nervous
and tense by the second as he failed miserably to find the other man.
“MY GOD TULIO!” suddenly a soldier bowed
before his feet and timidly asked “How’s our god Miguel enjoying my gift? Is
he satisfied? Want more?”
“Gift?” Tulio gripped the man’s shoulder
“What are you talking about?”
“My God Miguel came to me furious and asked
for the sacred drink...oh...I should have brought more for you too...I’m sorry
I thought it was for you two...I’m sorry... I’ll get more...but please
don’t hurt me...” the soldier was terrified with his mistake, his face was a
mask of pure fear.
“There’s no need of it. You can go. I won’t
hurt you.” Tulio’s heart froze as he finally discovered what should be
happening. He recalled the fantastic images and powerful sensations caused by
that drug. Miguel was an easy prey...vulnerable he was...
So he rushed his searchings, looking at absurd
places, everywhere a grown man could fit in.
He was almost giving up when shinning hair locks
caught Altivo’s eyes towards a huge tree near the entrance of El Dorado. The
trained horse made his way between spiked bushes until he was next to his other
master.
Getting closer Tulio saw his dear lover and
friend covered with sweat, shivering, unconsciously holding to a tree root as if
it was his life’s anchor.
“What is it Guel? There’s no need for this
amado...” he knelt by the lying figure and tried to extricate him from the
large piece of wood. The heavy form rolled back into his arms and he heard a
faint moan coming from the pale lips. He leant down and kissed the frigid and
unresponsive mouth tasting the poison that ruled the body of Tulio’s most
beloved treasure.
“You think I’m leaving you Guel? Could I
ever do that...?” he thought about Chel and the damage he had done. “She
just wants to escape to a better life...like us... sorry if I hurt you darling...”
old memories from their late arguments in Spain resurfaced,
“amado forgive me...” Tulio spoke in short breaths as he fought tears
that threatened to spill over his cheeks. The man in his embrace did not move,
only a slow and welcome heartbeat was prove that he still lived. “GOD! How
much did you drank to be like this... “
Tulio shook his head, tightened his embrace and
prayed for God’s merciful forgiveness. They should never have played to be
gods...never... Now they were paying the price.
The horse nuzzled at Miguel's legs, as if trying
to wake
him, convince him to stand up.
He failed, though, and looked at the
crestfallen dark-haired man with pity and
sympathy, as if hoping his efforts
***********************
The moon was high in the sky. It’s light
guiding their silent way back to their temple. The city was dark and asleep, the
only fire that burned incessantly iluminated the High Priest temple.
As they entered their room Altivo bent his legs
so his charge could be laid on the floor next to the pool.
After a while, Miguel began to stir, to wake.
Tulio lovingly bathed his face and hands with the cool clear water expecting the
marvellous green eyes to open. When they finally did two pairs of intense glares
locked for a long time.
Silence broke as Miguel low raspy voice cut the
air “I heard you telling her that you forgot me.”
Tulio hold his breath, stunned with Miguel’s
knowledge of his brief affair. He shook his head but could say nothing. There’s
no way to deny it... He intended to hold his lover’s hand but it withdraw from
him. “You know I never meant it.”
“No I don’t know.” Miguel’s head
throbbed and swirled as a result from his drugged state and the shock that Tulio
never tried to convince him those words never existed. “What are we going to
do?”
“We are going back to Spain and live like
kings there” Tulio smiled softly. Again he attempted to reach and caress his
beloved’s exposed chest but his gesture died as the man slowly stood up and
went to his bed. “Miguel I never thought you would...”
“Would watch you two...? Yeah... neither did
I...” he muttered from the thick blanket covering his head. “Now... just
forget.”
Tulio sat motionless where he was looking at the
forlorn man who usually was so radiant, wondering how or if he would ever gain
his trust and love back. His mind replayed that lost afternoon when they had
played the dices for a map... luck seemed to be by their side... but actually he
had lost the game.
THE END.(?)
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