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before; Varick was still a stranger to these lands, he didn t
know the rhythm of life here.
Lucius wanted to reassure his slave, show him the
mountain was not a threat, but a familiar and beloved
landmark for the city. Like a paterfamilias, a role his father
had lived, he wanted to help Varick to see that the mountain
posed no threat and the rich vineyards and the peaceful
countryside could offer a pleasant escape from the city. As
long as his leg could stand it, that was& but a little pain was
worth it if he was able to reassure his young companion.
Taking care of Varick made him feel a man again.
VARICK was pretty sure Lucius was up to something. The
other man was more taciturn than usual, but Varick sensed
something under the surface, the same way he felt it here in
the city, under the paved streets.
He knew that Lucius couldn t understand his fears, but
sometimes he dreamed that under the ground lived a coiled
serpent, waiting to strike. Lately it was Lucius who had to
calm him after a nightmare, not that Varick minded.
With one dim oil lamp lit, he and his master could be
alone in the world. That was when he almost felt as if Lucius
truly cared about him, and he wasn t merely a thing to be
bartered. He was gentle; rubbing Varick s back, listening
patiently. Varick knew that in a way his fears weighed on his
master, as if it were his duty to assuage them.
He only wished Lucius would also assuage Varick s
need. He burned for his master. The more that Lucius
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allowed him to touch, to fondle and suck, the more he longed
to belong to him completely. Ironically, if he d remained in
that other life, he wouldn t have been free to be with other
men. He would have had to marry. Now he seemed to have
found his way to a man who was like him, who wanted to be
with him, who thought he was beautiful.
And the practical whore, the former farmer, had done
something foolish.
He had fallen in love with his master.
He d known it the night that Lucius had gone missing.
He d been terrified that his master would be stabbed
somewhere for coin, or that the earth would choose to move
and he would be crushed by falling masonry.
But he couldn t share his feelings with Lucius.
His master was Roman. He had lived his entire life by
certain standards. At night sometimes, Varick would ache,
feeling the barrier between them. Perhaps they were too
different. Perhaps wary Lucius would never allow Varick to
come closer, like the sparrow in its cage, taking food, but
wary of any affection.
But there was one thing that Varick could snatch for
himself occasionally.
Sexual relief.
He was discreet, usually choosing to invite his friend
Glaucus, a Greek whore, to visit him when Lucius was
visiting with friends. He didn t do this to spare his master s
feelings because why would he care if his slave chose to lie
with another slave? but because he still found it awkward
sometimes to share himself with Lucius.
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UHHHH!
Lucius frowned as he caught a sound of distress.
Was that& Varick he heard? Was the young man
sleeping, having another of his bad dreams? Something
almost like the ghost of anger rose inside Lucius. If Varick s
fears were men that Lucius could meet sword to sword,
conquer in battle, he would. He had lived more than half his
life as a warrior, and somehow the way Varick touched him
translated into Lucius wanting to protect him.
His visitor gone, Lucius climbed to his feet, reaching for
his walking staff since he was resting his bad leg as much as
possible before the much-anticipated trip.
Varick. He was more and more beautiful when he slept
in Lucius s arms. Lucius often burned at night to say things,
impossible things from a master to a slave. He wanted to ask
Lucius how he felt about being with him, if he could ever
reconcile his life so that he was content.
Foolishness. Varick had made a bargain and done his
best to keep it. Just because sometimes Lucius thought he
caught something in his eyes
He crossed the atrium towards the young man s room,
which Varick seldom used now since he d chosen of his own
will to come to his master s bed. And what did that mean,
that Varick had put himself there, not been ordered to
submit?
Ecastor! He heard it again, a rough, sobbing sound.
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Varick was in distress!
He hobbled faster, but his foot caught in a bit of
pavement, raised with the recent movement from the earth;
he fell, twisting his bad leg.
Uh! Pain struck, and he squeezed his eyes shut. But
after a moment, panting, he used his palms to brace himself,
like a child learning to walk.
Varick needed him.
Ohhhh!
Urgent, he barked, Varick?
And then he was gripping the curtain to the small alcove
where his slave had once slept, trembling, but on his feet,
pain flowering like a bruise.
& Varick, his Varick, on his hands and knees on his bed.
Another pretty youth was behind him, dark curls,
smoothly muscled, taking him, hand wrapped around
Varick s cock, just the way Varick once said he liked it.
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