The Mist and the Lightning. Part II

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 to move, 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?"