“No,” Nik muttered. Still, he sounded very displeased, and, as Kors felt, not respectful enough.

“Talk to me normally! When will it reach your head that I am doing everything only for your good? If it happens that you cannot use the Demon’s power, what will you do?”

“I managed to cope without power too…”

“Why are you snarling now? There is no doubt that as a person you are weak and not smart, to my great regret. I saw how you “managed”. You couldn’t handle it, Nik! And they put you so that it was more convenient to walk on you. Only your appearance helped you, and even then – others played with you and wore you out, made you a slut. I understand it sounds unfortunate, and I still love you very much, even such one, but you need to develop your human mind, it can save you at a critical moment, and for this you must learn to listen to me.”

“I obey you.”

“You must learn to obey the right way, without any offense or discontent, but with gratitude.”

“Thank you, dad, I’m sorry…”

“Gods, you utter this phrase without any understanding! You just say the same thing thoughtlessly. It’s not that… it’s not that…” Kors paused in frustration, and Nik lay down on his face, his face buried in the skins.

Finally, Kors raised his head and smiled, as if a thought had crossed his mind.

“Nik … Do you want to tattoo me? Make me a tattoo.”

“What?!”

“Do you want?”

“Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Do you really want it?” Nik raised himself on an elbow with interest, his face came to life.

“Yes, I do,” smiled Kors, feeling a surge of interest from Nik and the fact that the desire to go for a walk faded into the background.

“Which one?!”

“I don’t know, just anything you want.”

“And where?!”

“Where you want!”

“But I don’t know…”

“Write on me: “Belongs to Nik and Arel”. Do you want it on my chest? Write that I am your thing, that I am shit. Something dirty and vulgar. Write: “I, Kors, a true black, love two cocks in my ass at the same time!”

Nik laughed, and Kors heard that he was no longer thinking about going for a walk. With his non-trivial proposal, Kors seemed to have managed to overshadow all his thoughts about unclean ones, cards and night gatherings.

“Write: “pound me like the last brute” or “I suck unclean cocks.”

“Vitor, why are you doing this, don’t do it,” Nik came to life completely, and his eyes stopped being like empty glass, “I'd rather make beautiful patterns.”

“You can do whatever you want with me. Oh, right, draw your portrait on me! Draw yourself on one side of my chest, and draw a portrait of Arel on the other. Just like the albino has Salafael drawn on his chest.”

“Oh, Vitor! It is very beautiful, but I cannot…”

“Why? After all, you are great at drawing. You painted the prince beautifully.”

“Yes, but getting a tattoo… it’s a little different. My hand will not allow it, it trembles with effort, I can only make neatly simple patterns.”

“Okay, make patterns, I'm ready for anything!”

“Thank you, daddy!” Said Nik, and now these words sounded very sincere and real.

Kors allowed Nik to tattoo his body the way he wanted. He took off his clothes, lay on his stomach on the skin completely undressed, dropping his head on folded hands, and Nik decorated his tailbone and the side of his thigh with black patterns. He no longer wanted to go to play cards and forgot about the unclean.

And Kors, despite the pain, also felt good and quiet.

Chapter 6

Nik was tattooing Kors.

“Does it hurt?” He asked with genuine concern in his voice.

“No,” lied Kors. He felt pain, and Nik understood it, because they “heard” each other’s emotions and thoughts.