The Mist and the Lightning. Part 19

“Oh, that’s enough! Nik!” And Kors, not understanding how to do it himself, also tried to imagine the outline of a heart under the ceiling and hand it over to Nik. He succeeded. It didn’t turn out to be as difficult as he thought, so he added an image of Nik himself, his sweet face, to the center of the heart, and Nik saw it. To Kors’ surprise, he immediately intervened and erased his image as if he had brushed it away with his hand, and a white china cup appeared in place of his face.

Kors understood and laughed:

“No-no, no-no, Nik!” He brushed off Nik’s cup and replaced it with a beautiful china figurine. It was a ballerina doll, and, moreover, she was spinning around her axis. Now Nik laughed. He swept away the ballerina, and instead of her a small and fluffy white kitten appeared.

“Nik, Nick, I love you!” Kors exclaimed. Nik turned around, his eyes ablaze with a mischievous gleam. He smiled at Kors, who impulsively pressed his lips to his. And when they finally broke the kiss, Kors looked up at the ceiling again and saw that the kitten was still sitting there, pawimg impatiently. Kors, unable to stand it, laughed again.

And Nik laughed too:

“I forgot about him.” Nik snapped the picture.

“My kitten, you are trying to cheer me up and console me,” Kors said gratefully, “if you only knew how good I feel with you! You often hurt me, but you also give unearthly pleasure.”

“I don’t hurt you, you hurt yourself,” Nik disagreed.

Kors paused, thinking, but not for long:

“Yes, I admit that I am largely to blame,” he agreed sadly. “I acted very selfishly, satisfying my desires with you and not really thinking about how you feel in these moments. But all this is in the past!” He assured Nik warmly. “And now I want, first of all, to please you. I want to please you, not upset you.”

“Vitor, what’s on your mind again?” Nik pursed his lips slightly and rolled his eyes.

“You gave me so much pleasure, and I just got hot! Wanted more and more! You gave me the priceless gift to see the hidden, you taught me. And I didn’t want to make an effort, I just wanted to enjoy. And now I am very ashamed of it!”

“Eh, everything is fine. Calm down.”

“No, it’s not good! Imagine that you, for example, have a close friend, and you are always happy to share with him everything that you have yourself. He eats with you at the same table, sleeps under your roof. But after a while, your friend will become ashamed of the fact that he uses your kindness and does not give you anything in return.”

Nik chuckled skeptically, but said nothing.

“Nik, I want to give you my pleasure. I want to give first and then receive.”

“But I’m fine with you!”

“No! I want to have fun only when I give it to you!”

“Damn, what are you thinking about?” Nik shook his head. “Maybe try to forget about your pleasure at least for a minute? Can you even think of anything else besides this?”

“Nik, do you remember how I fed you porridge?”

“Oh, motherfucker…”

“So, when I saw that you were eating my porridge with appetite, that you liked it, you know how pleased I was! Seeing your joy from my food, I rejoiced no less than you! I want to please you as much as you made me happy when you ate my porridge!”

“Again porridge…” Nik drawled. “And in your head, it seems, too…”

And Kors suddenly felt something gently touching him, penetrating his chest and touching his heart. This touch resonated in him with an incredible surge. Kors felt his heart explode with delight. Much like the illusion Nik had just created, the heart of gold exploded into thousands of hearts. It was an absolutely unearthly sensation and pleasure, and it filled him to the brim with something bright, light and beautiful. Kors had never experienced such emotions before in his life, and it was divine.

Kors froze, and when he came to his senses, he could only whisper:

“Nik…what did you do? It was something else… it was… I had made love to a Demon a thousand times, but now it wasn’t like that, it wasn’t love from a Demon! It’s… it’s like I’ve been kissed on the heart by an angel! Nik, were you an Angel?”

But Nik remained silent.

“Nik, answer me! You must answer me! Nik, I have asked you a question. Were you an angel before?”

“I wasn’t,” Nik answered reluctantly and as if through force.

“No! You can’t lie to me! You were an angel!”

“I wasn’t!” Nik repeated irritably and got up from the bed.

“Where are you going?!” Kors responded immediately.

“I have to catch up,” Nik explained as he walked over to the cupboard that served them as a sideboard.

But Kors shouted:

“No! You don’t need it!”

“Vitor, why are you yelling!? I have a headache.”

“Not now!”

“I need it now. My withdrawal begins, but I don’t want to bring it to a roughness.”

“Nik, stop it! Don’t act like that!”

“If you don’t like it, go away! I’m not holding you!” Nik snapped, opening the closet and intently examining its contents.

“Ah, well, I understand. Judging by your answer, alcohol is still running in you, so I don’t see the need to drink at all!” Kors remarked with undisguised disappointment.