The Dark Of The Light ||| (ON HOLD)

Pain or Shame?

Anakul was sprawled across the bed in Samena, the most popular brothel of Olathe. His legs entangled with Lovac, his young pleasurer. Lovac was exhausted from Anakul's passionate love making, as he dozed off, his arms across Anakul's chest.

Anakul stared at the ceiling of the chamber. The brothel was regal, unlike Anathema. It was visited by the elite. The Vaishya owner of the establishment was known to be a close acquaintance of Gregor. Odin had referred this place on his last visit to Anathema. Anakul thought about Odin. His dark flawless skin, glee in his eyes and the fervor in his kiss aroused Anakul. Lovac was pale and skinny, with  blonde hair. He lacked Odin's passion. Anakul missed Odin everyday. They often communicated through letters but it wasn't enough to make up for his physical absence. Memories of Odin's love making made Anakul's manhood squirm, as he gently kissed Lovac on his lips. The young boy moaned and kissed him back as they embarked on another journey of love making.

"You are not scared?" Lovac asked Anakul as he dressed up to leave, "being a royalty, what if someone caught you being pleasured by a boy."

Dressed Anakul bent down, and bit Lovac's lips "I have faith you," he said pulling back "you shall guard my secret well, for this extra tips." Anakul winked as he threw an extra Aur at Lovac. Lovac clambered down the bed and kissed him as Anakul was about to leave the chamber. They kissed as they walked out of their chamber and parted only when Anakul was out of the door.

"I will see you tomorrow?" Lovac asked uncertainly standing at the door of the room.

"Have patience." Anakul turned to leave. His heart sank when he saw who stood infront of him. Haron stared at his friend in shock.

Haron was accompanied by a bare breasted pretty harlot.

"You can keep the Aurs," he snapped at the harlot without looking at her as his eyes were fixed on Anakul, "but I am no more in a mood." He said before taking off from the whorehouse.

Anakul rushed after him. He found Haron walking down the brightly illuminated alley.

"Haron wait," Anakul pleaded, "atleast hear me out. You owe me that much as a friend."

Haron stopped on his tracks and turned around as Anakul caught up with him.

Haron's face was contorted with anger. "You talk about friendship, yet you hid this from me all this time." He snarled.

"I was scared," a distraught Anakul replied "that you would judge me."

"I would never have judged you," Haron clenched his jaw, "but you surely did, by considering me to be judgmental and insensitive.

"And won't you pardon this one mistake of your friend Haron." Anakul pleaded earnestly.

"Only if you promise not to repeat it again."

"I promise." Anakul was relieved.

"Does Amala know?" Haron inquisitively asked.

"Who do you think told me about pleasure houses." Anakul smirked.

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"I still cannot believe I thought you two were having an affair." Haron lamented. The three of them were playing a game of dice.

"You may be a brute, but that doesn't hide your naivety." Amala giggled, as she rolled the dice.

"The mighty Haron didn't know what dwell in the heart of his best mate." Anakul teased.

Haron scowled which prompted the other two to guffaw. 

"I am going to miss the two of you," Amala sighed.