The Mist and the Lightning. Part II. Ви Корс

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СКАЧАТЬ Orel was sitting like that, with his knees spread wide, holding Nikto's thighs.

      Nikto hissed.

      "Shi-it," he rose slightly, spat onto his fingers and rubbed his saliva over Orel's cock. Then he grabbed Orel with both of his hands and yanked him closer, pushing forward at the same time. Orel moaned. Nikto let him go. Orel leaned over him, supporting his weight on his hands, pulled out slowly and then pushed forward, very slowly too. It seemed he didn't understand what he was doing at all. His body jerked, he bit his lip continuing to move back and forth. It took only a minute for him to moan. He gripped Nikto's knees, spreading them wider, made a few strong pushes and panted pressing into Nikto as deep as possible. "Nik is mine! It's madness… Nik is mine!"

      He pulled out his cock and fell next to Nikto. Nikto sat up leaning with his back against the bed. He was silent.

      Orel raised his head.

      "Nik, I'm a total shit. I couldn't bring you any pleasure at all. You didn't even feel anything."

      "Well, I did feel something."

      Orel laughed. "It's not what I meant."

      "All right, I'm joking," Nikto said. "But you want too much from me, don't you think so?"

      "I think I didn't fuck so horribly since I was a boy!" Orel said. "I disgraced myself before you. I was about to come when you just touched my cock to check if I had a hard-on."

      "But you screamed really expressively: 'Don't touch me! Don't touch me!'"

      "I'm a fool but I just don't know how to treat you, you're so different from anyone else."

      "I'm different for others but not for you."

      "You'll be surely laughing when recalling this night," Orel said in distress.

      "No," Nikto shook his head. "I don't feel like laughing at all. Arel, I need to tell you something. It is very serious."

      Orel looked at him in fear.

      "What? What do you need to say? Are you leaving?"

      "No, forget that!" Nikto paused, then looked at Orel. He seemed distressed. Orel paled.

      "Oh gods! Tell me now, don't look so horribly!"

      "I knocked out your eye," Nikto said.

      "What?!"

      "I knocked out your eye," Nikto repeated and looked at Orel again waiting for his reaction.

      Orel started at him for a while, not understanding. Then he got it.

      "No," he shook his head. "No!"

      "I didn't want to. I hit you precisely to hurt you very much but it had to be safe. I don't know why… Oh shit! The ring! It was because of the ring! Your ring you put onto my finger! I wasn't used to it. I didn't even notice it then."

      Orel grabbed his face.

      "Nik, do you want to say that you knocked out my eye with the ring?"

      "Yes. At first I thought I was mistaken, you'd be all right, but now I see you won't. Maybe you shouldn't have strained and come… It got worse."

      Orel touched his swollen eye carefully.

      "Are you absolutely sure?"

      Nikto just nodded.

      "But I don't feel anything."

      "Do you want to feel?"

      "No-o, no! Anything but that!"

      Nikto kept silent.

      "He made a hole in my eye with the 'royal' ring, oh gods," Orel whispered sitting on the floor and rocking from side to side. "What shall I do now? My eye will leak out and even if it doesn't, it'll stop seeing. I don't want to be a cripple! I don't want to be single-eyed! Ooh…"

      Suddenly he froze and looked at Nikto with hope.

      "Help me! Heal me like you healed Asa! You can!"

      "I'll try," Nikto raised his eyes. "But I have to go to the Unclean District for medicines."

      "I believe you," Orel said. "I believe you and trust you and…" He moved towards Nikto and hugged him. "I don't blame you. It's my own fault."

      "It'll be all right, I promise you," Nikto said.

      Chapter 2

      Friends

      "He's here!" Lis shouted to his friends looking into Nikto's room. Orel sat up in bed forgetting about the bandage and at once understood what a stupid thing it was to do. He quickly buried his face into the pillows screaming: "Get out!"

      But it was too late; Lis suspected something and rushed to him.

      "Arel, what happened to your face? What happened?"

      Orel sat up again slowly and looked at Lis angrily with his only eye.

      "Nothing."

      Tol, Squint-Eye and Enriki stood in the doorway and watched him in fear.

      "Ooh shit." Orel turned away.

      "Orel, what happened to your face and where is Nikto? How many times can I ask?" Lis asked again.

      Orel shook his head trying to toss his hair away from his face and winced with pain.

      "Shi-i-it!" He grabbed his bandaged eye. Then he looked at Lis. "I knocked myself down while drunk and Nik went to the Lower City to bring some medicines for me."

      "How could you hit yourself like that?" Enriki asked Orel.

      "I told you, I was dead drunk – like when I fell down from the stairs and broke all my ribs."

      "Let me see," Lis said reaching for the bandage on Orel's damaged eye. Orel shrunk back.

      "No, don't!" He hit his head against the back of the bed and howled in pain. A thick dark trickle of blood leaked from under the black cloth.

      "Oh gods! Arel? What is it?" They rushed to him crowding around.

      "We need to take him to the doctor right now!" Enriki said shakily.

      "No, go to hell," Orel could barely speak, clenching his teeth in pain. His fingers gripped the cover. "Leave me alone!"

      Lis turned to his friends; he was pale.

      "Nikto mutilated Orel," he said to them, then turned to Orel. "Well, Arel, you did finish badly, didn't you?"

      "Fuck you," Orel hissed holding his bad eye. He looked terribly: his glorious dark hair, half-heartedly washed of blood, hung in tousled icicles. His lip, despite the ointment, was still puffy. A thick black bandage covered his forehead, the bridle of his nose, his damaged eye and the upper part of his cheek. Nikto pulled it under Orel's hair and knotted tightly. He had based his actions exclusively on the practical use and hadn't cared about the appearance. The crude bandage looked horribly on Orel's chiseled, beautiful face, disfiguring him. The СКАЧАТЬ