45- Loukas

I should have known that after having sex with that Adonis looking male, laying with another would not make me feel better.

But he had not known so here Loukas was, seated at the balcony of the Castle of Eliades that was extremely quiet with no single soul in it, sulking.

Achilles had said that they would stay at the amphitheatre till the morning, celebrating and mourning the fights and loss of people, but mostly celebrating because they believed that dying during a fight was something righteous.

Loukas did not even want to say his opinions on that.

He felt a blanket being draped over his naked body as Achilles sat next to him, shirtless and in his pants, two mugs in his hand. "Are you okay?"

And for some obscene reason, after they had laid together, Achilles had suddenly started acting like Loukas was a baby that needed to be treated as such. "I am alright. I see two mugs."

"Oh," Achilles looked at them then handed one to him. "It's beer."

Loukas frowned, "I do not drink beer."

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