The Mist and the Lightning. Part 9
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“Turn me over!”
Nikto complied with his request. A new orgasm.
“Take me by the hair!”
Nikto wrapped his hair around his fist, as he often used to do. He pressed his face into the pillow and came into Orel. He, realizing this, turned around and, wrapping his lips around his penis, began to suck with all passion, with all diligence, not allowing the erection to go away. Nikto allowed him to do it. Arel swallowed his semen. Nikto forced him into the headboard, hitting his back on the boards, and Arel shouted:
“Yes! Yes!”
Nikto entered him again. It seemed that Arel was about to lose consciousness. This went on for quite a long time. When Nikto finally released him, Arel lay for some time without moving, his eyes closed, and only later opened them. Finally he looked at Nikto knowingly, with recognition in the sight. Looking at him.
“It's you,” he said quietly, “you're back!
His look was full of love and adoration. He literally fell in front of Nikto sitting on the bed, prostrated before him, hugged his knees, kissing, spreading out in front of him, at his feet.
“I love you! I adore you! You are my God! My sir! My lord! Do with me whatever you want, whatever you want! I'm all yours! Do something with me! Do it! Do it!”
Nikto leaned back on the bed, lay on his back:
“Enough, Arel! You're too hungry. I'm tired.”
“Yes. Yes! I'm hungry for you. Hungry for my Demon Master!”
“Enough!” Nikto shouted.
Arel froze, offended, tears glistened in his eyes.
“I… I’ve just madly missed you, my beloved,” he drawled a little resentfully.
Nikto pulled him with his hand to him:
“Well, quietly, quietly, don’t start hysteria. Forgive me. I also really love you! Never again! Do you hear?! Never! I will not leave you anymore. And we will have a lot of time. I will screw you up and wipe you out so that you will even regret that I am back!”
“I will never regret! Even if you cut me to pieces!”
“I know you want it, but not all at once, okay? I didn't come alone, and I promised to protect her. You will call Karina and tell her that you will not do anything bad to her and let her go.”
“Well,” without hesitation, agreed Arel; it was clear that he absolutely didn’t care about Karina and anyone else, and he didn’t think about it at all. All his thoughts were only about Nikto.
“Give me my pants and cigarettes,” Nikto ordered him.
Arel rushed to obey the order.
“You have gained weight,” Nikto chuckled, lighting a cigarette, “got fatter.”
Arel froze:
“Yes, I have gained a little weight,” he said in horror, “is it too bad? Yes? Don't you want me anymore?”
“Don't talk nonsense! You just look healthy.”
“Really?”
“Yes!” Nikto took a deep drag, “you ate here, had fun with Lis.”
“No! No! I almost died without you! Don’t say that! What could I do?! It was necessary to live on somehow!”
“Well, of course…”
Arel again threw himself at the feet of Nikto. He raised him:
“What is it?” he pointed to the trail of a red-hot poker, an L-shaped burn on Arel’s chest.
“I got burned when I was drunk,” answered Arel quickly, “when I lit a cigarette from the fireplace poker.”
And although these words were spoken as if nothing had happened, in an indifferent voice, Arel still trembled under the gaze of Nikto, treacherously turned his eyes to the side.
“Burned,” repeated Nikto. Putting out his cigarette on the bottom of the ashtray, he somehow strangely kept his eyes on it, as if remembering something, then lay down on his side, turning away.
“Well,” Arel was clearly nervous, “but this is nonsense, Nik, I was drunk, I'm telling you.”
He tried to turn Nobody back to him. But he didn’t give in.
“Nik, don't you believe me?”
“You wanted to show off in front of Lis, you're lying to me…”
“Well, Nik!”
“And so neat!”
“What’s that? Are you jealous?! Nik, this is stupid!”
“Then why are you lying!” Nikto got up, sat on the bed, again looking at Arel point-blank. “Why do you lie to me?!”
Arel grabbed his head:
“I'm not lying!”
“Arel! Prince! Are you completely out of your mind?! Forgot who I am?!”
“Son of Devil?” Arel asked carefully.
“Yeah. And you are lying to me!”
“You are jealous! Nik! Nik, I just figured it wouldn't mean anything to you!”
“I'm unpleased,” Nikto lowered his tone and reached for cigarettes again:
“You pulled out the earrings, took off everything that I gave you.”
“Not everything,” somehow unconvincingly mumbled Arel. “I didn't get everything out.”
He pointed to his chest. The heavy nipple rings were removed. Although the holes left from them were still visible, they were half healed, and the nipples themselves, without heavy decorations, were not pulled back, they almost recovered. But the pins sticking out above and below the nipple halo remained.
“You didn’t pull it out simply because you couldn't,” said Nikto. “Inside,” he jabbed his finger into Arel’s chest, “there is another pin inserted into them. You pulled the top, but the horizontal stick stops you. That's why you didn't pull them out. It hurts you.”
“Yes, I realized that there is something like a cross inside me,” said Arel.
“You haven’t understand,” Nikto grinned skeptically, “anything! Lis explained it to you!”
“Well, that’s enough!” Arel shouted.
“Don't shout!” Nikto grabbed his face, closing his mouth, clutching his cheeks with his fingers: