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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 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?"
"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 remaining brown eye looked at the friends in pain. Orel suffered but did his best not to show it. Yet they knew him, he couldn't deceive them. Enriki looked at Orel with unconcealed horror. Tol and Squint-Eye were distressed, not know what to say. Lis clenched his fists.
"I'll kill Nikto," he said. "I'll kill him!"
Orel moaned. "Nikto is not to blame!"
"Lis, perhaps it's true, Nikto is not to blame," Tol said gingerly. Lis didn't even look at him.
"If I were you, I wouldn't fish for trouble," Squint-Eye said to Lis. He sat down in the armchair at the bed and looked at the friends frowningly, cracking his knuckles.
"Stop cracking!" Lis yelled at him. "I'm sick of you!" He looked in disgust at Squint-Eye's arms covered in razor scars and terrible bruises left from injections.
"Do you think you can tell me what to do?" Squint-Eye's face distorted, he looked at Lis hatefully. "I see you think you're the boss here and I'm a loser!"
"Yes, exactly," Lis looked at him defiantly. "I respect myself unlike others who follow Nikto like a dog begging him for drugs!"
Squint-Eye started shaking. "Who are you talking about?"
Lis bared his teeth. "About you, you, don't worry, just sit and shut up."
"Lis, why are you treating me like that?" Squint-Eye was barely controlling himself.
