And now Cartmer staggered back, but he quickly pulled himself together.
Then the analysis is all the more necessary!
Kors was looking at the alcoholized freaks with curiosity, carried away when he turned around and saw that Nik was sitting at the doctors table. The sleeve of his jacket was pulled up, the bracelet was unlaced, and the doctor bent over his hand, syringe in hand.
Hey! He shouted like a madman. What are you doing?! You motherfucker! Nik!
Nikto and Cartmer shied away from each other.
I need to take his blood for analysis, the doctor justified a little frightened, obviously not expecting such a reaction from Kors.
Did you ask me for permission? Was I asked?
But your son seems quite capable of taking responsibility for himself.
I forbid touching him and taking his blood! This is unacceptable and out of the question! Have you even gone crazy deciding to do this manipulation with him?!
Manipulation? I just wanted to take a sample of his blood to find a treatment.
And from you, Nik, I cant turn away even for a minute! Kors shouted angrily at him in black. They are touching you again!
Did I take his cock in mouth? Nik snapped.
Well Nik, Kors stretched his hands forward, towards him, slightly spreading his fingers, be quiet just be silent.
But how am I going to get him medicine? The doctor intervened. You yourself came to me for help!
Just give me the best medicines of the Upper!
But this is absurd!
What? Are you evading a direct order?
If you really want to help your son, understand the gravity of the situation. This is an extraordinary case! He will die! Then dont bring him to me dying in your arms!
Give me the best medicines of the Upper!
Why do you interfere if you dont understand anything in medicine?
Are you implying that I am an ignorant black and dont understand anything?
Well, what is the best medicine to give you? If you don't know yourself? The best from what? From hepatitis? If you don't know what form he has? Give you the best sedatives? Or from indigestion?
Kors froze for a second, trying to grasp the meaning, because the doctor spoke quickly in red, and Kors didnt know languages perfectly and didnt know the red language to such an extent that he could easily navigate in medical terms. He saw that Cartmer had fallen silent and was looking at him with a condescending grin.
Are you kidding? Said Kors, and in his voice skipped the steel notes that Nik knew very well, he tensed. But not the doctor, because he was not used to being afraid, and he didnt catch the initial stage of aggression, since he had not encountered anything like this in his life.
Although, against indigestion there are also different best medicines, depending on what you have, diarrhea or constipation
And Kors hit him.
Vitor! Nik shouted.
Kors turned to him.
Get out! He pushed Nik to the exit from the cabinet. You really better wait outside the door now!
And Kors pushed Nik out.
And then he turned to stunned Cartmer and reached out to his belt, on which an iron bar hung.
From the doctor's cabinet there was a deafening rumble and the sound of breaking glass, Nik closed his eyes as if he were in pain, and covered his ears with his palms.
Very pleased Kors, slightly flushed and with a blush on his cheeks, left Cartmers office and shoved several flat cardboard boxes to Nik, who was waiting for him:
Here! Here you go!
What is it?
Medicines of the Upper from his safe. He wanted to hide them from us! You were right, he doesn't give us anything.
I I'm not sure
I started to play for time here. I just had to demand right away, I myself, with my intelligence and tact, adjusted it here. I am always too loyal to people! And these nonentities understand only power!
Vitor
Shut up! You should be punished for your stupid behavior, and Vitor Kors tightly squeezed his hair on the back of his head, forcing him to throw his face up, raised his hand over him, clenched into a fist. Nikto closed his eyes, but didnt make a single attempt to somehow evade and free himself from Kors, to make him stop pulling his hair, to dodge his raised fist. Expecting a blow, he got a little tense.
Kors smiled with satisfaction and dropped his hand, which was raised above Niks face:
But I love you too much and make allowances for your unreasonableness, although this is wrong, he bent over him, still holding on to his hair:
Next time, if you are foolish, I will punish you.
But
Be silent! And dont contradict me! Yes, we just had to come and destroy everything for this Cartmer. And pick up the drugs without all this talk and lyrics.
Lyrics?
And I spoke to him so politely. Well, now he understands who he is dealing with, and that we are not ignorant savages who are easily deceived! I can't be fooled!
Kors impetuously embraced Nikto:
I won't give you offense! Don't worry, my dear, what's that face? I've already forgiven you. Everything is good! It's already over, take it easy. We have the medicines, he smiled triumphantly. He would never have given them to us, he would have fooled us, hiding behind pseudoscience. And now we have them!
And Nikto smiled at him forcibly.
Yes, I have taught him a lesson. He will remember it forever that he shouldn't behave like that with blacks. I know those clever people who, using their position, try to mislead others. This number will not work with me! Now we will return to our place, I will give you an injection, and you will feel better.
I'm fine now.
And you will feel even better!
What if these drugs are really against constipation?
Kors looked at him and laughed.
Nik, my love, are you kidding me? A sense of humor is not your greatest strength. Everything will be fine, trust me, he gently hugged Nik, stroking his head and kissed the cheek that was not covered by hair with his renewed letter on it. He kissed his letter, as he did constantly.
What do you want for dinner? I will order to cook for you.
I dont know.
These sea creatures from the Upper World, although they look disgusting, taste very good.
Who smell like a dirty slut?
What?! A-ha-ha, Nik, I have no idea what an unwashed slut smells like.
Well like a fish
Well, now, it seems, I will not be able to touch this dish.
Sorry.
Okay, the black and green grape-like berries are quite tasty.
Which are salty?
Yes.
Which are salty?
Yes.
Oh no.
Why? Are they like a dirty whore too?
Well, they are wet and salty but I'm not because of this
Nik! Now I can't eat them either, Kors laughed, is there something that does not taste and smell like a whore?
And Nik laughed too.
Well be right back, and Ill give the order for the slave to start setting the table. And to properly heat that marble room with hot steam.
And Kors cheerfully walked through the arches and enfilades, pacing the palace as if it belonged to him, and Nik, limping slightly, silently followed him.
Arel was lying on the bed, and Kors shook his head.
Arel, how can you be so lazy? You don't do anything at all, you don't do anything. You are not helping us in any way!
Arel looked at him with haughty indifference and yawned.
An absolutely useless creature. Cover your mouth with your hand when you yawn. Senseless creature, what should I order to eat? Maybe you should get an injection too, you must be contagious. What am I talking about? And I probably am contagious too. I, too, already have an infection from you. But why didn't I take my doctor with me!
Because hes not really yours, but the doctor of blacks? Said Nik carefully.
Well, our doctor of blacks, he doesnt pretend to be so clever as this red.
Because he stayed with seriously wounded Varah.
Yes, I let the guts out of him, Kors smiled. For you, my love!
You seriously injured him, the infection began.
Let him die in a puddle of his own shit, there was no need to leave the doctor with him.
Zagpeace thought differently.
Why are you talking to me now about Zagpeace? I cant hear about him, and Im not cold yet, Nik, Ill be carried away now.
Nik thought it best to remain silent.
Arel, don't start biting your nails! Now take your hand off your face!
Kors looked with regret at Arels beautiful aristocratic hand with long thin fingers, decorated with black rings of unclean ones.
How you ruined his hand!
Nik didnt answer and quickly touched his nose with his hand. Kors caught his hand, pulling it towards him, removing his glove and kissing.
Stop doing that. Stop it, my naughty Demon bad student!
Who?! This is something new, before I was dirty and shaggy for you.
Yes. But thanks to my efforts, you began to wash more often, and I take care of your hair. Now we need to start teaching you.
Oh
Kors sat Nik next to him on the edge of the bed, and, slightly removing his brush from him, began to examine the black fingers:
How can you paint black the skin under the nails?
Well, these are not really nails
Yes, tell me how you can create this horror with yourself.
Maybe I should not?
Tell me!
Well, nails human nails are ripped out
Well! Further
Black paint is introduced into the wound, then the unclean claws take root.
Did you do this with all your fingers at once or one at a time?
Nik didnt answer, Kors kissed his hand:
Do you like what I give you, my Demon Son, do you like it? He whispered.
Yeah
This Cartmer, he was looking at you, he thought: how beautiful, did you hear it?
No. Vitor, don't make it up.
Divine beauty of the Upper, you heard, you are just cunning now. You heard everything.
I have heard this many times, as well as exactly the opposite.
Arel, come to me, useless stupid creature, ah-ah, why are you so, Arel, so ah-ah!
They undressed, and Nik put Kors on his back, he agreed to accept and all opened to meet him:
Fuck me the way I fuck you, he whispered, do to me as I do to you.
Nikto pulled it out almost to the end and pushed it back sharply, leaning strongly forward. Kors couldnt help but wheeze under him.
So? Nik asked.
Yes. Yes. More don't pity me
Nik made a few more of the same hard thrusts all the way and hit Kors in the ribs, he twitched under him:
Ah, damn
Nikto again began to fuck him, and at some point, when Kors had already relaxed a little and did not expect this at all, he suddenly quite tangibly knocked him in the balls and standing cock.
Oh!
Kors tried to break free, and Nikto slapped him in the face, on the cheek, slapping him tangibly in the face.
Not! Nik! I dont do that! Stop doing that! Shouted Kors.
And Nikto in his thoughts said: dirty little rubbish, you must be properly punished!
What? And Kors laughed. He lay under his Nik, shuddering with laughter, shading his eyes with his bent elbow, then slightly removed it, looking at Nik from under his arm, and Nik, unable to resist, began to laugh too.
He stopped, without removing the cock from Kors, but not continuing:
Vitor, stop laughing, I can't stand that!
Do I really think so when I'm fucking you?
Yes.
They laughed again.
Well, no, I just can't come, said Nik, you make me laugh.
It's strange that you dont laugh under me when you hear that, Kors smiled.
Arel, shut him up at last, said Nik, and Arel, who had been lying next to him all this time and watching what they were doing, immediately leaned on Kors, sitting down on his face.
Arel no, no um
They continued, no longer being distracted, and Nik and Arel, without much imagination, bluntly pounded Kors from different sides, periodically switching places. Kors gave himself up to his young lovers and allowed everything and did for them what they wanted, forgetting about dinner and about a room with marble benches and warm steam. Forgetting everything.
23
Friendly holiday
Karina didnt understand how to dress and what to wear. The slaves brought a mountain of clothes: underwear, a bunch of fluffy petticoats, corsets, dresses and embroidered capes. But she didnt want to wear a cape at the ball, especially since this holiday was more for her own people. But at the same time, Karina understood that reds supporting the policy of Lis would still be present there, his father, Igmer, would be there, and she didnt want to somehow compromise her husband, disgrace him with her inappropriate appearance. And the traditions of the reds towards women were too strict, and Karina was depressed. How should she dress so as not to embarrass herself? The cape, of course, was the simplest and most correct solution, but Karina couldnt stand it, although now she clearly understood that in this city she would have to wear it, if only just so that they would not stare at her like a black sheep. She turned to the three slaves. Faceless, immovable sacks, they stood at the entrance, waiting for the order of the mistress.