The Mist and the Lightning. Part 19

For a while, Arel just lies on the shabby family carpet, coming to his senses, then gets up and slowly approaches the table. On the table is an open bottle of wine and his father’s family goblet. But Arel doesn’t touch the goblet, he grabs the bottle and takes a few hasty and greedy sips from it. The wine is sweet, like candy, which he is always deprived of, and little Arel likes it very much. Fortunately, the bottle is dark glass, and his father will not notice that there is less wine in it. Arel hears his roar somewhere in the distance, but already feels pleasant calmness from the drink. He returns to his seat and kneels again — he is not allowed to sit on a chair or leave the room without permission. Separated from his wine-clouded mind, Kors notices a thick silver chain around Arel’s neck. Kors doesn’t understand why he is so drawn to it, but he wants to take a closer look. And he gets the feeling that he is stretching out his hand, slightly shifting the high collar of Arel’s leather jacket to the side, and sees that the chain is rather short, so that it cannot be removed over the head, and is closed with a lock. A pendant is attached to it. It is a rectangular plate, polished, with an engraving on it: “Return for a fee to Professor Ronviel at the address…” Little Arel sharply jerks away from his hand. No, Arel did it in the present, now. And from his jerk, Kors returns to reality.

Reeling back, Arel released him, stopped holding his ankles and folding him in half, lifting his legs up. He pulled out his cock, stopping fucking him. Kors was just lying under Arel, and he looked at him, looked very strangely, with some kind of stunned, discouraged look.

“Kors, what the hell are you doing?” Arel asked, and Kors didn’t recognize his voice.

“I saw your childhood,” Kors answered quietly and calmly. “Father hung a dog tag around your neck, a tag which is usually used to mark dogs in case they get lost. Did you want to run away?”

And Arel abruptly got up from the bed:

“Don’t you dare do that again!” he shouted and quickly went to the bathroom, slamming the door loudly.

Arel interrupted their “love” on his own initiative, and Kors, not knowing what to do now, sat up on the bed and looked inquiringly at Nik.

“I seem to have influenced Arel,” Kors tried to explain not very surely, but suddenly a hunch seemed to dawn on him. “He stopped torturing me, just feeling that I saw his childhood! I saw that dog tag around his neck!”

“Yes.”

“I can influence people by knowing their past! I may not just “watch life”, but find their painful moments, secrets from the past! And then beat them with words!”

“A word can kill,” Nik agreed.

“Especially if you know where to strike! If you know the emotions that a person experienced at that moment! If you know the pain points! Arel knows how to stupidly squeeze people with force, well, and I will crush them with words! I will get skeletons out of their closets, all their dirty secrets, bitter memories and resentments, their weaknesses and mistakes, their crimes, after all! I will learn everything about them! All their secrets that they try so hard to hide and forget! And I will blackmail them with this! I will squeeze their throats no worse than Arel does! Knowing their weaknesses, I will control the people! Manipulate them! And they will do what I order! I have understood the meaning of my gift!”

Nik smiled.

“That’s great!”

“I literally threw him out of his stride,” Kors continued happily, “his cock got limp immediately when he realized that I saw the details of his sad childhood,” then Kors thought better of it. “Maybe I shall go after him?”

“Leave him alone for a while, you know how painful the memories of his father are for him, the memories of his father who in his whole life has not shown him not only a drop of love, but even pity.”

“Well, Arel hurt me too, I hurt him in return. We’resquare. Wait! You… have you been teaching me again now?” Kors laughed, but grimaced in pain. “Oh, Nik, you are a good teacher, of course, but in your case everything is the same as always: even learning is through the ass!”

And Nik laughed too.

Coming out of the bathroom, Arel silently gathered his belongings, and without saying a word to them, left. He was still in bad mood, and Kors and Nik were sleeping, hugging and caressing each other tenderly. Kors couldn’t get enough of him, stroking him incessantly and squeezing him in his arms. He sat up on the bed and sat Nik in front of him like a toy, admiring his face without a scar, now even more like the face of his Inness. Nik sat without moving, and was silent, diligently portraying a doll. However, when he saw that Kors took a comb from the bedside table, he shuddered and immediately said:

“No, please, you have combed me just recently! My head hurts later, you have torn the skin on my head with this comb!”

“But Nik, you have to comb your hair every day.”

“You pull and twitch so painfully!”

“Nik… but I try to be careful…”

“No, you’re hurting me!”