And at the same time, when during the day Nik covered his eyes with black glasses, put on a mask, and Kors could no longer see his eyes and could not admire his face, when Nik ceased to be a beautiful doll and his son from Iness, Kors loved him no less.
On the road, from time to time, unclean ones drove up to them. Nik quickly exchanged short phrases with them, and often, while communicating, he suddenly began to laugh hoarsely, a dull short laugh, bestial, inhuman. At these moments, Kors also loved him, because then he heard and understood that his Nik was still more close to the unclean ones than to people, that he was a dirty unclean, mindless drug addict and alcoholic, a criminal and human waste with a hoarse voice and hoarse laughter. But he loved his husky voice and wanted him, so dirty and finished, no less. He wanted him in any form: an obedient person, and a Demon, he wanted a beautiful doll and a dirty drug addict, evil and kind. Kors wanted both. His cock literally jumped up when Nik was talking to Zaf or Parky, when he laughed, and Kors heard this short hoarse laugh… and then Nik turned to Kors, apparently feeling his emotions, and said:
“Vkhitor, wkhat?”
And everything froze inside Kors from his endless “kh” and “sh”. Nik “heard” this, he laughed and talked with the unclean, and then, hearing this love from Kors, this mad lust, he turned to him, and Kors understood that he was looking at him through the black glass. Nik put a horizontally turned finger in a black glove to the mask at the level of his mouth and slightly raised it up, and Kors was already used to this “smile” of his and loved it too.
At one of the halts, Kors combed his hair, again pinned his hair into a beautiful ponytail, removed the strands that obscured his face. Nik sat patiently and let him brush his hair, although he said:
“Vitor, why are you wasting your time? After all, you will ruffle me anyway.”
“No. I will not mess you up.”
“As this morning, under the bush.”
“No, no, I'll be careful,” Kors whispered hotly, kissing him on the fluffy top of the head, “I love you. You misunderstood me, I didn’t betray love. I gave up my love for Iness, but I didn’t give up love at all. And I betrayed Iness for you, because I wanted to love you. Love is a summer night with a star-studded sky and a fragrant earth. This is the breeze sweeping over the roses. These are daisies that spread their petals wide at nightfall. Love is fiery hellish music that makes even the hearts of old people dance. It makes the king bow his head to the ground, so that his hair sweeps the road dust. It can destroy a person, lift him up and brand him again with shame. It is solid, like an indestructible rock, and burns with an inextinguishable flame until death, because love is eternal.
Love is the first word uttered by the creators of the world, the first thought that dawned on them. When the Supreme said “Let there be light!”, Love appeared. And they saw that it was so beautiful that they didn’t redo anything. This is how love appeared and became the primary source of the world and its ruler. But all her paths are covered with flowers and blood. This is love.”
And Nik silently listened to him, smiling a little, and after a couple of days there was no trace of his neat tail and pinned hair.
Kors wanted to make his son even better, more beautiful. His marks on his cheeks haunted him, and Kors took a flesh-colored dye, mixed it with white, trying to make it look like Nik’s skin tone, and carefully smeared over his inscriptions.
“You can paint them over, hide them, at least for a little while?”
“Generally, of course, I can't, but I'm not in the Unclean Limit right now.”
“Look how beautiful it is. How good are you without them! Without those dirty black spots on your face!”
Nik remained silent, and the next morning Kors couldn’t resist, and, taking a black pencil, wrote his initials on his now clean, painted cheeks, on one “V”, and on the other “K”, again soiling, spoiling and making him his thing.
“Don't wear a mask today,” he said.
“Okay,” Nik replied calmly.
“I'm not humiliating you?”
“No. I am yours.”
And Kors hugged him in a fit of feelings and kissed him for a long time.
Kors wanted the blacks and especially Zagpeace to see them. During one of the stops it happened, Peace saw them nearby, and for Kors it was a triumph. Because Peace realized that, despite the fact that he freed Nik, he didn’t leave and didn’t run away from Kors, continuing to belong to him, and Kors with pleasure felt the annoyance and anger of his former comrade.
Grabbing Nik, Kors immediately took him away, took him a little to the side over the hill, and, breathing heavily, began to unbutton his fly. Nik understood everything, he had already learned very well to guess the wishes of Kors. He immediately knelt down and began to suck him. Kors wanted to scream out loud, but they still moved very close, and he restrained himself, feeling that Nik was doing it diligently, with love, and no matter how many times Kors ordered to do it, he would do it. He will do it in front of black if Kors wants it, and he will do it in front of Zagpeace. But, of course, Kors couldn’t allow this, he loved Nik very much and didn’t want to humiliate him in front of others. He didn’t consider his obedience humiliation, but, on the contrary, was very pleased. And at the halts, he still often fed Nik out of his hands, putting pieces of food in his mouth. Nik smiled and took food from Kors’ hands. The unclean ones and Parky, who were sitting with them by the fire, saw Kors take a piece of meat and give it to Nik, who, before taking it, kissed Kors’ hands, and then took his fingers into his mouth along with the food. And Kors fed him with great tenderness. But at the same time, despite all his insane love and fear of loss, Kors beat him, and every day more and more. He hit him in the face or in the stomach, he could slap him in the face, but only when they were alone and others didn’t see them. In their tent, when Nik, in Kors’ opinion, pronounced a word incorrectly or with a strong accent, or if he expressed himself obscenely, he immediately received it on the top of his head, despite all the love. Kors staggered and shook from side to side, he became more and more nervous. Nik silently endured his jabs, only squeezed or closed his eyes from the blow. And Kors kicked him, kissed him, was happy and shook with fear at the same time. Arel didn’t interfere with their relationship. The three of them often made love, and Kors fulfilled all their desires. Nik and Arel did whatever they wanted with him, he still allowed them to simultaneously pound him in the anus, got used to it and no longer experienced such painful sensations as before.
Chapter 2
Their little world was fenced off only by unreliable rag walls, but it was warm and cozy in the tent. It smelled of aromatic resin that Valentine burned against insects, and tobacco. The floor was covered in several layers of soft skins. A small yellow-orange stone flower, suspended from the ceiling in a jar of thick glass, softly illuminated the surrounding space with a warm, dim light.
The wine in the jug ran out long ago, but they were not asleep.
“I'm going crazy with you! I’m going crazy! My little white boy, so fair! Gods, how I adore you! You are like a porcelain figurine, your hair is thick and as snow!” repeated Kors, tightly squeezing Nik in his arms, admiring his neat features, unable to calm down and fall asleep, despite the fact that it was already deep night:
“I love you with unconditional love, do you understand what it is?”
“Not really…”
“I'll explain it to you later. It is very rare in our life that someone loves us with unconditional love.”
“Does that mean just like that? Without conditions?”
