“So…” Agostino spoke, breaking the silence. “Tell me of your companion, this… doctore.”
“What would you know of him?” Micheletto asked. His head slightly rising and falling with Agostino’s breath.
“Who he is, really… who he is to you?”
“He is master. I am servant. That is all that matters.”
“Mmmmm….” Agostino mulled the declaration. He kissed Michaletto’s head, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex and… darkness, the abysmal darkness that had always shrouded the man. “And what have you done to find yourself in such a position? Or should I ask what has he done to deserve the service and devotion of Micheletto Corello?”
Micheletto turned to Agostino. He could barely see him in the pale light of the moon but their eyes locked. “Are you trying to be jealous?”
Agostino chuckled. “Jealous? What use would I have of such an emotion? What good would jealousy do over something that was never and could never be fully mine? I ask only out of curiosity.”
Micheletto turned from him and rested on his chest again.
“Is he a Borgia? I have heard that Cardinal Borgia had a right hand man from the left side of Satan. Is that you Micheletto?”
The night air was thick and hot, a buzzed with creatures of the night. A faint wind whispered over the blades of grass. He sighed heavily. It was a question Cesare Borgia had asked him himself. A question he had no definite or logical answer to, ‘Why?’.
“Because I am compelled too,” He finally offered in answer.
“Compelled?” Agostino asked incredulously. “Do not tell me God has found you while in Rome, Micheletto?”
“I have never cared for words on paper, you know this. I was led to him. A wild dog sent to kill his father; a dog without purpose or meaning. He gave that to me… and in turn I gave him the greatest intimacy between men, trust.”
“Trust, and is that the only intimacy you have had with him Micheletto?”
Micheletto was dead silent for a moment. The question was not absurd but surprised him for some odd reason. “I….I do love him…. And I have thought about being with him, naturally, he is beautiful. But to want more…..” He trailed off and paused. “…would destroy the bond we have forged.”
“Such a man to be so esteem as to have you love and not grant his body. So you save sinful pleasures for men like me?”
Micheletto turned to him sharply “No, not men, you, there is only you.”