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frustration and anger in those deep blue eyes. I somehow sensed that the anger wasn’t at me.
    “My father was a fisherman. I have tied knots since I could hold the string. It will hold.” With those words he moved to his bedroll, stretching out on the thin mattress with a sigh.
    I tried not to notice the tension that seemed to drain from his own body as our breaths mingled in the close air of the room. I felt poorly for focusing so strongly on my own fears and not realizing that, as a new man in the ludus, he was at risk as well.
    “The rest are likely too far in their cups to make nuisance of themselves tonight. And none will make a move without Bavarius leading them on.” I spoke after a long moment, a moment in which my tension began, at last, to drain from my limbs. I would have had such a reaction to any man in my intimate space, and I still did not care for it, but I felt that I was at least safe for this night.
    Safer than I had been before Christus, with his new locks on the doors.
    “Hmm.” I saw that his eyes were open, watching me as I pulled my own bedroll farther across the room. But he did not speak, instead watching me, measuring me, I felt.
    I was not accustomed to being scrutinized in such a manner. Suddenly self-conscious, I stooped to blow out the candle that was burning on the low, rough wooden table.
    I felt more than heard the intake of his breath, but could not help but see the rise of his cock in his leathers.
    Inside I felt a mixture of disappointment that he was like the rest of them, and excitement to cause this reaction in this puzzling man.
    He did not make a move toward me, did not seem to expect any sexual favors, not even after his actions toward Bavarius. In the entire time in which he had been in this chamber, he had given me no reason at all to fear him. In fact, I somehow thought that he knew my fear, understood it.
    After a long hesitation, I stood straight, planting my naked feet on the floor and letting the candlelight shine through the sheer fabric of my sleep toga. I knew that through it my dark nipples would be visible, as would the curve of my bare waist, the shadows between my thighs.
    Let him look, I thought. Let him look and get it over with. Perhaps we would come together after all, a reaction to the events that had just transpired. We would fuck and be done with it.
    The thought of touching that skin, that body, made my skin flush all over.
    I did not have a figure that most Romans would consider attractive—I was far too lean for that—but most gladiators were denied women beyond the occasional whore. Suddenly unsure, I wondered if, when he saw that my frame was not lush with promise, perhaps his attention would wane.
    I saw arousal flicker over his features, and saw that I was offering meat to the beast.
    “I suppose you’re as deprived of a woman as the rest of these animals, but you will not find it easy to have me.” Though I was trembling inside as I took a stand, I made sure that my voice was strong and true. “Perhaps you should go plough your cock between the legs of one of the whores out there and get your fill.” I waited for him to either do as I suggested, eager at the mention of willing women, or to move toward me with hands outstretched.
    Even through my fear, I wondered what it would feel like to have his hands on me. Something told me that, with him, nothing would be so simple, or so quick, as one fuck in the shadows of the night.
    Christus did neither, meeting my challenge head on. His eyes never leaving my own, he reached inside his subligaculum and wrapped his hand around his cock, pulling it free. I gasped at the sight of his erection, large and hard in the dim light.
    Instead of terrifying me, I felt arousal wash through me. The cleft between my thighs grew slick, and my nipples hardened, pressing against the coarse fabric of my shift.
    “I have been with a woman much more recently than I care to remember.” He pumped once, twice, and the