Special Chapter 2 - May All Beings Be Free from Hatred.

Late Sunday night was always when Akara felt especially tired, since it was the last workday of the week. The exhaustion that had built up over several days left him completely worn out. So, after closing the bar, he got ready for bed. He walked past the first floor, climbed up to the second, but stopped abruptly on the third floor and glanced back at the person happily following behind him.

His sharp eyes grew stern when Intha grinned widely. To make matters worse, Intha asked brightly, "What's up?"

"Why didn't you do the dishes? They've been there since this mornin', haven't they?" Akara stared straight at the dining table, then turned back to look at Intha. The bright smile that had just been on Intha's face vanished instantly, leaving only a sheepish look as he glanced at the pile of dishes.

"Today.."

"Don't talk back."

Intha shut his mouth right away. Akara seemed upset, but still… The thing is...

"If you don't finish washin' the dishes, don't even think about comin' into the room. Sleep outside tonight."

"Uh..."

Before he could explain anything else, the tall, tattooed owner turned and stormed off into the room. Intha was sure he heard the click of the bedroom door locking. The corner of his mouth twitched… The thing IS… Today isn't my day to do the dishes. It's actually your turn. But... he didn't get to say it in time.

"So I have to wash the dishes before I can go into the room, huh.." Intha muttered to himself. Fine, he'd wash them, but Akara was definitely going to pay for this later. He sighed in resignation and walked over to the pile of dishes and bowls that had been there since morning. Intha put on his househusband hat and cleaned everything up in twenty minutes. Then he walked over to knock on the bedroom door. Knock, knock...

"Eung, I finished washing the dishes. Open the door for me, please."

"Nope. You're sleeping outside tonight."

"Wait, you said if I finished the dishes, I could come in."

"I changed my mind," Akara's voice replied.  The high-pitched tone made it clear he was just teasing. But tonight, Intha wasn't in the mood to be patient. Didn't Akara know there were a lot of mosquitoes outside the room?

"Eung, open the door right now. There are a lot of mosquitoes out here."

"Why are you usin' that harsh tone?"

"If you don't open this door for me, Eung.."

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'll say a prayer. Maybe my wifey will be a little nicer to me."

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"May all beings be free from hatred. May they be free from violence..."

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"May they be free from affliction. May they be happy and protected from danger."

"Ugh! What a man.." Akara almost yelled at Intha when the bedroom door swung open. Intha stood there, eyes closed, hands pressed together, praying with a peaceful face. Unbelievable! So holy, aren't you?

"Wow, it worked! Akara opened the door and let me in." Intha tested his slenderness by squeezing through the narrow gap into the bedroom. He pulled Akara's arm to bring him in too, then slammed the door shut.

"What's with you?"

"Come here, beautiful. I want to show you something." He spun Akara toward the calendar hanging on the wall. "Today's Sunday, the 18th, an even-numbered day. Now tell me, whose turn is it to do the dishes?"

He pointed at the date to confirm. The agreement between him and Akara was that Intha would do the dishes and housework on odd-numbered days, while Akara would do them on even-numbered days. Today was an even number.

"No way."

"Don't talk back. I'll spank you ten times for yelling at your hubby."

"It wasn't my turn today," Akara almost shrieked, eyes darting to the date on the calendar. He knew it was Sunday, but hadn't realised it was an even-numbered day.

"So what should I do with you?"

"Spare me, I'm sorry! But why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You told me not to talk back, then strutted right into the room."

"Wahhh, I'm sorry."

"Too late, Akara. I already washed the dishes, cleaned the table, swept the house, and took out the trash. Pay me."

"I don't have any money.. You have all the money, remember?"

"Then pay with your body. Look, I even showered and smell all nice."

He moved his hand from Akara's shoulder down to his slim waist. Intha yanked Akara close, nuzzling his nose into his lover's neck, teasing him. After a while, they ended up tumbling onto the bed together. Akara resisted a little at first, but after a deep kiss, his arms and legs went limp. Hmph, let's see who's in charge now.

"May all beings be free from hatred."

"You say prayer?" Intha lifted himself a bit and squinted at Akara, hands roaming all over his body, pyjamas already a mess.

"Yeah, what's the next line?"

"May they be free from violence."

"I've done all this, so please have mercy on me."

"May they be taken to heaven's gate by their hubby."

"With a hubby like this, I wanna hit my head against the balcony a dozen times a day."

"Whatever you say, you're not escaping me, Eung. Turn over, you're about to be punished."

"No." Even though he said no, Intha easily flipped him over anyway. And even as Akara tried to crawl away, Intha dragged him back into position. He wanted to cry. Intha was just too scary.

"This is for yelling at me."

Intha spanked Akara, leaving a red mark on his fair butt after yanking down his pants.

"Ugh..."

"Want to say some more prayers?"

"I'm doin' in my head right now."

Akara heard a low chuckle from behind. When he twisted to look, he saw Intha staring at his butt with a lustful grin. At some point, Intha had grabbed the lube. He popped the cap, and the cool gel dripped between Akara's soft cheeks.

"Be a good boy."

"How?"

"Moan my name nice and loud."

"Ah... ah, In.. ah, In... Intha... ah... ahhh!"

"I haven't even started yet!"

He spanked Akara again, then used his fingers to spread the lube into the cleft. Intha teased the soft rim, then slid one finger in to open him up. All those moans and protests from before were gone. Akara just gripped the sheets, body tense and sweating, brow furrowed as the second and third fingers followed. The lube made everything easier. Intha twisted and stretched patiently until he saw that Akara was ready.

"It's so tight it hurts."

"Mmm..."

"My good boy."

"I'll do all the housework tomorrow, okay?"

"No need. I'll do it for my wifey."

"Hia.."

"Stop talking. I'm going in now."

"Ah... mmm, slow down.. It's too much."

Akara grimaced, his toned stomach lifting off the bed. He slowly felt the burning heat pushing into him, a little pain and resistance as Intha thrust in. Once Intha was all the way in, Akara found himself on his knees, ready for Intha to do whatever he wanted. He heard the sound of skin slapping against skin, the entrance burning from the friction. No mercy. He never showed me any mercy.

So rough... Ugh.

I love it!

"In.. In-in, harder!"

"Is this enough?"

"Yeah, it feels so good. I'm cummin'."

Intha paused for a moment, pulled out, flipped Akara onto his back, and kissed him hard to swallow his moans of protest. Then he slid back in, searching for that soft spot again. Akara's nails dug into Intha's back, leaving scratches. It hurt, but the more it hurt, the more excited Intha got.

"I want to see your face."

"No... don't."

"Let me look at you. You're so cute."

He grabbed Akara's legs and put them over his shoulders, kneeling between them before starting to move his hips. Intha pulled out almost all the way, then pushed back in slowly. Akara's body shook; his hands covered his blushing face so Intha couldn't see. That blushing face... so damn cute… Damn it, I'm gonna go all out tonight:)

When Akara picked out this bedding set, he remembered how carefully he had chosen it. The pillowcases had his favourite pattern, and the sheets were high-quality and never pilled, no matter how many times they were washed. The salesperson even recommended a matching comforter, and Akara remembered agreeing and paying for it on the spot. He never thought that today, his beautiful sheets, comforter, and pillowcases would be in such a sorry state- stained with god knows what-so the whole set was stripped off the bed and rolled into a pile in the corner, ready for laundry. 

The bed was now made up with a new set, thanks to Intha. He didn't like the minimalist black bedding Intha bought, so he could only look longingly at his pastel sheets, waiting to be washed. He lay under the new comforter up to his neck, eyes tearing up as he listened to the sound of water in the bathroom.

So sore, damn it. His entrance burned and tingled, feeling like Intha was still there even though he'd pulled out long ago. His legs trembled under the blanket-he couldn't even get up to wash himself. Luckily, Intha took care of it for him, so he ended up in new pyjamas, sprawled out lazily on the bed. He was all sweaty, but there was no way he had the energy to get up and take a shower.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" A deep, gentle voice resonated, accompanied by the soft fragrance of soap drifting from the bathroom. Intha was drying his hair as he spoke, before settling himself on the bed. He was right in Akara's line of sight. Intha placed a hand on Akara's forehead, whose eyes were drooping sleepily. No fever. Everything seems fine...

"I want to use that blanket."

"I'll wash it tomorrow."

"Why did you have to make it dirty?"

“Are you upset?"

"No, just sad. I wanted to use it."

So fussy...Intha raised a hand to gently stroke Akara's cheek. This fussiness was just a sign of sleepiness, nothing more. He nudged Akara slightly, just enough to make space for himself to lie down. Then he turned off the light and pulled Akara into his arms.

"You made it dirty."

"I'm sorry. My bad."

"Waaah..."

“Go to sleep now. Sweet dreams." He patted the person in his embrace softly, and soon the faint whimpering faded away. He was certain that by morning, Akara wouldn't even remember why he'd been fussy tonight.

"My love, why are you so adorable?"

The man, utterly smitten with his wifey, kissed Akara's broad forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips, ending with his nose nestled against Akara's neck. He wanted to shout out how much he loved his wifey, but he held back, afraid of waking him. Maybe tomorrow. If he woke up first, he'd shout it out to wake him with love. Eung-eung, you're in for it!