The Mist and the Lightning. Part II - стр. 3

"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.