Nikto lay down on his back stretching.
"I got it," he said. "Don't torment yourself saying the rest. Go away."
He yawned and turned to his side, with his back to Orel.
"No," Orel whispered. "No!" he screamed angrily. "Why do you reject me? Why?!"
He was shaking again.
"I don't understand! Am I not handsome? Everyone says I'm handsome, I see that myself. Don't you like me at all? What is wrong with me? Explain me!"
"Arel, you're all right and you're handsome," Nikto drawled tiredly without turning towards him. "But I don't sleep with men."
"What?!" Orel gasped in exasperation. "You fuck anyone you can get! You fuck even that disgusting Unclean creature! That scaly bitch! You are ready to sleep with her but you don't want to be with me! You're humiliating me with it so much!" he added resentfully.
Nikto was silent. Orel nearly howled. His fists clenched, he was trembling.
"I can't stand it! I can't stand it. You're just trying to sell you for a higher price! But I'm ready to pay! I'm ready!" He yanked the 'royal' ring off his finger. "You always liked it, I don't care, I'm ready to pay! You'll be mine! I'll pay! I'll pay!"
Nikto was breathing deeply and evenly, he didn't react at Orel's words. Orel leaned over him, took his hand and put his ring onto Nikto's finger.
"Nik, my love, please be with me," he tried to hug Nikto, and Nikto woke up.
"Arel…"
"Don't, don't say anything," Orel covered Nikto's mouth with his palm, pressing onto him with all his weight. "I love you, don't resist. I love you! Be mine completely. You also want it, I know!" He grabbed Nikto between his legs with his free hand, squeezed his cock.
Nikto punched his face with his fist. Orel yelled, starting back.
"I told you! Go away!" Nikto hit him in his eye with such force that Orel lost his balance and fell flat. He curled in a ball covering his face. Nikto grabbed his head by his disheveled hair.
"That's all," he said, "that's all, don't be afraid, I won't hit you again."
Orel crawled down from the bed slowly.
"Shit, what is it?" Nikto shouted only now noticing the 'royal' ring on his finger.
"It is yours," Orel said holding his split lip. He picked up his jacket from the floor.
"Oh no! It is yours and only yours, you idiot, how could you give it away? Why? You wanted to buy me? Right? I hate you for that!" Nikto yanked the ring off his finger and threw it at Orel. "Take it! You cannot buy me, even with a 'royal' ring! Get it? Yes, it is written on my face that I'm corrupt! But you…"