Persephone: Leonidas' Domina

27- Loukas

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Loukas Mikos hated everything that walked Ariithoë except Leonidas Aetos. That was why it really really pissed him that the boy was unable to leave his room.

Of course, he had no problems with taking care of Leonidas because it was a beautiful and wonderful opportunity to stare and touch Leonidas' bare body, though he kept being restricted from touching his bottom, not that Loukas would have taken advantage of his weakened stage.

He thought it, but he would not do it.

He hoped.

Loukas slowly pulled off his shirt, ignoring the way his body reacting to the air around the pool, an inside castle pool by the way, and removed his pants next then walked into it, the water warming his tensed muscles up.

Looking at Panag Mikos had brought memories he had tried forgetting for so long.

But looking at Leonidas had replaced those memories quickly with the ones they shared together.

Loukas shaked those thoughts away as he slowly began to feel himself rise, just an inch but enough to make him dive into the water and muffle a groan of disappoinment.

"Why did you go in? The view was beautiful."

He rose to the surface at that voice, a voice that he had never heard before but pricked every single nerve in his body making him do so.

With his chest panting as he took in more oxygen and water dripped from his head down his face, he saw the figure standing there and did not have to ask who it was.

The man gave him a small smile, removing the purple robe he was wearing and leaving it on the tiled floor before walking down the stairs of the pool and letting out a sigh of approval when he was fully in then resting his chest on the walls with his hands on the edge of the pool, looked at Loukas, "Nice to meet you as well, Loukas."

Dionysus.

The god of pleasure.

The clear blue pool slowly turned red, a colour that brought alarm to Loukas' brain but for some obscene reason, he could not move. "What are you doing?"

Dionysus was bald and dark skinned with a body that many men would kill for, kill being a literal term, tattoos on every single spot and soulful brown eyes that made one just want to forget their sorrows. "Making you relax, of course."

Loukas gritted his teeth. "I cannot move."

Dionysus gave a humoured laugh, "Because you fight it sweetheart and the more you do, the more it renders you immobile. Relax."

"How can one relax in the presence of a god?"

The male shrugged, now raising a goblet to his lips. "Beats me. I was born god after all."

Loukas ignored the sarcasm in his voice, trying to find a way to beat the potency of whatever he had done in the water but gave up after a while.

"Finally," Dionysus said with a roll of his eyes, returning the goblet back on the edge. "You mortals can be so stubborn, and for no reason, which is ever quite confusing."

"Why are you here?" Loukas asked.

"Why am I here?" Dionysus repeated, sounding a bit hurt. "This is my Castle in every way. I am allowed to be here."

"There are other pools the last time I checked. I only came here because I heard no one else does, and there is no need for you to say that you come here. The slaves already told me your favourite pool which I tried as much as possible to avoid."