The Mist and the Lightning. Part II. Ви Корс

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      Orel clung to him, hiding his face against Nikto's chest. Nikto stroked his head kissing his hair.

      "You're very beautiful, prince, really. You're just splendid!" He paused. "But you stink like a butcher!"

      Orel laughed and raised his head.

      "I don't know how I managed to get dirty like this," he shook his head. "I spoiled your gift. I was drunk."

      "Forget it," when Nikto was talking quietly and gently, his voice didn't sound dissonant at all.

      "Why are you comforting me? Have you read my thoughts about killing myself? You shouldn't have done that."

      "I don't read your thoughts. I was very rude to you. Drugs are finishing me off, they make me mad. You didn't do anything that deserved hitting you so badly. I seem to have hit you too hard, I don't understand how it happened." He pushed Orel away slightly, carefully passed his fingers over Orel's eye that started swelling shut, looked at the bruise closely. Leaning towards Orel, Nikto touched his lips, kissing them gently. He looked straight at Orel, his eyes glittered in the darkness.

      "What are you doing?" Orel whispered. "Are you kissing me? Why?"

      He reached to Nikto's face but froze halfway, hesitant, and let his hand fall without touching Nikto.

      "I don't know," Nikto said barely audibly. He passed his fingers over Orel's hand, pulled it towards his face again, pressed his clean cheek to Orel's palm and closed his eyes.

      "I don't know. I like you," he rubbed his cheek against Orel's hand, not letting it go, then kissed Orel's fingers and palm.

      "Oh gods," Orel nearly moaned leaning with his whole body towards Nikto, wrapping his free arm around Nikto's neck and catching his mouth with his lips.

      "I love you, I love you," Orel whispered from time to time, leaving Nikto's mouth just for a moment. He stroked Nikto's blonde hair, burying his fingers in it, squeezing Nikto's head. Nikto moved away from the bed and fell onto the furs, pulling Orel with himself, pushing down Orel's pants. They came off easily, Orel laced them just sloppily.

      "No," Orel recoiled. "Gods! What are you doing? What are you thinking?"

      "What am I thinking?" Nikto laughed softly.

      "Fine, it was my wish but you said you don't do it with men, you made it perfectly clear!"

      "Don't blame me," Nikto held Orel's head not letting him turn away. "I didn't lie to you. But it doesn't matter. I want to be yours, I can't be yours until you do to me everything you want. I want you to do it, want you to do what you always wanted…"

      He put Orel's hand onto his stomach, just below the navel for Orel to feel the unevenness of the skin where the tattoo had been made just recently. Orel pressed his palm to his own sign. His eyes filled with tears again, he started crying.

      "Oooh," Nikto drawled. "What's wrong now?"

      Orel smiled through his tears.

      "I don't know! It's silly, I never cry!"

      "I've noticed."

      They laughed softly.

      Nikto turned over onto his stomach, spread his bent legs apart. He seemed dressed because of his many tattoos.

      "No, lay back as before!"

      Nikto turned onto his back obediently.

      "Can you do it like that?"

      "I can. I can do it in any way, it doesn't matter…"

      "So?"

      Orel started trembling.

      "No, I can't," he said slowly. "I wanted it for so long and now I can't."

      Nikto reached to his groin, snorted.

      "I think you definitely can."

      Orel shivered with his touch even more.

      "No!" he screamed in fear. "Don't! Don't touch me!"

      Nikto jerked his hand back.

      "What is it? You don't want any more?"

      "I do, I do! But I can't like this!" Orel clung to him, he was shaking. "I can't!"

      "You can't?" Nikto pushed him way. "Yes, I got it, my consent breaks your mood. You wanted to force me. Make me, suppress me. Take me by force! You need violation, that's what you want!"

      "No, no," Orel cried harder, trying to press to Nikto again.

      But Nikto pushed him away roughly and sat up.

      "Yes! You like to fight me, not to love me!" He smirked looking at Orel. "You want to show everyone how cool you are!"

      Orel lay with his face buried in the furs and sniffed silently. Nikto turned him over and looked down at Orel, at his beautiful face smeared with blood and tears. Orel's eye was swollen shut, his lip puffy. Orel looked at Nikto pleadingly with his only good eye, his chest rose and fell jerkily. He was breathing through his mouth because his nose was stuffed with all that crying.

      Nikto couldn't stand it and laughed.

      "Arel, you're a wonder!" he passed his hand over Orel's eye. "Does it hurt?"

      Orel shook his head.

      "What shall I do with you?" Nikto smiled. "If you don't want to fuck me, I'll fuck you then."

      "No, no!" Orel tried to get away but Nikto pressed him back to the furs, pulled down his pants and tossed them aside.

      "Nik, don't! I'm afraid of you!" Orel screamed.

      Nikto let him go.

      "Fine, whatever! I don't need you, I don't have wish to break you. If you don't want to do it, let it be. But remember! It's useless to fight me, if I want, I'll always fuck you but you will never take me by force. Learn to live with it. I'm not joking. You really know little about me. I was always kind to you, I wanted to please you, I wanted you to fuck me, damn you! I wanted it in a good way. You don't have any chances to do it in a bad way – and I don't have a wish, clear?"

      "Nik! Don't leave me!" Orel got up in despair, wrapping his arms around Nikto's neck. He held Nikto with both his hands, not letting him go.

      Nikto hugged him.

      "Fine, fine, calm down. Don't scream like this."

      Orel froze holding onto him, holding Nikto's collar, sticking his fingers between Nikto's neck and the iron.

      "Don't scream like that, don't," Nikto started stroking his face and head.

      "I love you more than life itself and you don't believe me," Orel whispered.

      "I believe you. That's why I'm here, with you. And I'm kissing you." Nikto carefully wiped tears away from Orel's face.

      Orel overturned Nikto onto his back again, then pushed his cock between Nikto's legs and shoved forward sharply. He froze in horror, looked at Nikto under him and seemed to be incapable to believe his eyes. Unable СКАЧАТЬ