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home. He only wished he could be as sure-footed as Runolf, but of course the big Viking must know the village so well that he could make his way blindfolded.
    Runolf laughed at Leo’s stumbling, but in a friendly way, and something about his expression made Leo think of a bear watching his cubs at play. Then Runolf slung a broad arm over Leo’s shoulders, half lifting him off his feet, and said, “We must train you well for the feast!”
    He said this in Saxon, which he would speak now and then for Leo’s benefit, though his lilting accent made the words sound very strange. He was one of the few Vikings in the village who had bothered to learn Saxon, and it undoubtedly helped him plan his successful raids upon Saxon shores.
    “Train me how?” Leo asked, but Runolf just laughed harder and didn’t answer him, except by saying, “Wait, wait ‘til we’re home.”
    The farm was dark when they entered it, but Runolf shouted, and two of his thralls came running up from where they had been sleeping in the hayloft. They got a fire going in the main hearth and lit a few oil lamps, and then Runolf dismissed them with a broad wave of his arm.
    Leo thought he saw one of the thralls smirk at him before they turned back to their beds.
    He waited for Runolf’s orders, trying not to seem nervous.
    Some nights, Runolf just slept with him and made no demands. Now that the Viking raiding season was over, Runolf worked as hard as his thralls to prepare his household for the winter. Farming, smithing, hunting, fishing - there was no task he did not turn his hand to.
    After a long day he would fall over into the big hay-stuffed bed, pull Leo close so that they could share each other’s warmth, and sleep like a log.
    But Leo wanted Runolf to make demands, tonight more than ever. Mead seemed not to affect Runolf at all, except that it made him friendlier, quicker to smile, and easier to talk to. A glow of well-being seemed to suffuse him, filling him with golden light, and Leo wanted to touch him desperately. He wanted to earn that brilliant smile for himself.
    With a sigh, Runolf dropped the massive sword which he wore everywhere, even to celebrations, onto a shelf close by the bed.
    There was only one main room in the farmhouse, not counting the outbuildings, and it served for everything: kitchen, bedchamber, hearth and guest chamber. This was something Leo, who had lived in the huge, sprawling Culverston priory since he was a boy, was still having a hard time getting used to.
    Especially hard to get used to was the fact that anyone could walk in at any moment while Rudolf was…while they were… well. While he was serving Rudolf, was how he put it in his private thoughts.
    Runolf turned to him, moving with that liquid grace that was so surprising in such a big man, and dropped his hand on Leo’s shoulder in a possessive manner.
    “Time for bed,” Runolf told him. “I want some easing before sleep, though.”
    Leo nodded, swallowing hard, his eyes shining.
    He did know what Runolf wanted, and what ‘easing’ meant. It meant that he would get to touch Runolf, perhaps suck him until he came, or perhaps use his hands on Runolf’s cock, or even bend over and offer up his ass for Runolf’s use. They had not done that last thing many times, but they had done it, and Leo had enjoyed it shamelessly.
    In the first days of his new life, he had been full of shame for everything. He prayed and begged the Lord to help him, or at least not to send him to Hell for doing this. The resounding silence that answered his prayers had made him wonder if the Lord could even hear him, out here in the pagan wastes of Viking country. And certainly the Lord had never sent any help, or any sign that what he did was wrong.
    Now, Leo did not utter even a silent prayer. He just dropped to his knees in front of Runolf, hoping the big Viking would tell him what he wanted, and - not that he would have admitted this to anyone but himself - already becoming