LallaGatta

You're crazy to submit to these tortures," Vayu scolded bitterly as he passed the healing lotion on the blistered skin. Wherever he looked, the Aryan saw tiny bubbles bursting with water. Underneath, the defenseless red and raw flesh throbbed relentlessly, sending fresh pain waves to the entire body.

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For days, Mitra could neither lie down nor wear clothes. His tortured body hardly withstood the air circling on the raw skin and the mere thought of anything brushing against it, even by accident, caused him untellable pains. Now the worst seemed to be over, though it still stung whenever Vayu's hand spread the soothing lotion.
"You don't understand," Mitra said, trying to ignore the pain.
"What's there to understand, Varuna? You all seem mad to me, including your father. What have you proven with this insane act?"
Mitra sighed deeply. If he had to explain it rationally to someone who did not believe in his faith, it would probably make no sense. "It helps the mind control the body," he said at last.
"Why do you need your mind to control what lives of material passions? The two travel separate ways and it would be foolish if one controlled the other."
"You're wrong, devil," Mitra argued patiently. "We are a combination of soul, mind and body. They seem separate to a neophyte, yet they are one single entity," he explained, revealing the mystery of the Three joined as One. "The soul's journey is what's really important because it is everlasting, but the mind and body both contribute to its travel."
"Your Magi is fucking with your head, sweet Prince. They taught me that mind, body and soul are each a part of us and we should explore their potentials, not limit anyone in particular. They define us as human beings," he pressed harder on the raw skin to mark his point, "made of flesh and blood. If you try to deny that part of yourself, you'd be wasting the essence of life itself."
"I don't deny it," Mitra retorted hotly, wincing from the pain. He remained silent for a while. "I just think there has to be something more than immediate material satisfactions. When I'm dead and my soul has to face the final judges, whoever they may be, what will it tell of my life?"
"That you fucked a lot and with increasingly higher satisfaction," Vayu teased, his hand playing with Mitra's ass.
"Fuck you, devil. Would you give such an answer?"
Vayu bent down to brush his lips against Mitra's, his tongue gently tracing the thin edges. "I'd be proud to give such an answer, knowing who my lover was.".

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