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other man pressed himself against Kianto’s body as if to come out the other side. All Kianto could do was to rip his eyes open and put his hands on the other man’s shoulders to push him back gently. He took a deep, shuddering breath.
    “Hey, what’s that about? Ever heard about taking it slow and getting to know each other first?”
    Donego panted, but smiled. He had a nice, warm smile, yet with urgency to it Kianto found irritating. As if drawn to him, he pushed closer once again, letting Kianto feel his hard member waiting for action.
    “You did it with Sariti and I couldn’t wait for that to end,” he explained, panting. “I wanted you the moment I saw you enter the room the first time. And I want you now. Right here would suit me best, but I will take you where you want.”
    Kianto wiped his mouth and turned to check if anyone watched the surprising scene. If there were Mawanies around, they stayed too still for him to notice. He lifted his hands and brought some distance between himself and the older man.
    “I’m flattered, but—”
    “No, no more delay. We still have the night.” Donego put a large, callused hand on Kianto’s shoulder. “It’s still dark and I know a place where the flat-nosed won’t find us.”
    Kianto stepped back.
    “Again, I’m flattered, but I’m new around here, and I want to be cautious.”
    “Cautious?” Donego laughed nervously. “You came in like a stallion to be ridden and now you play cautious? Don’t gimme that crap.”
    Kianto was out of words to explain. The servant was about his height and weighed more. He also looked strong and experienced. A fight would not serve.
    “Just let me say, I prefer to find a place to sleep tonight. No offence meant, really.”
    Donego pursed his lips and turned, shoulders hunched in angry disagreement.
    “Offence? I don’t take offence. I wanted to light up your night. If you want to be boring, just go ahead.”
    * * * *
    The invasion had left the Rahenians uneasy and quick to worry about the future—worry if there would be enough grain, enough clean water, enough wood to build huts. Every sign in the sky was watched and interpreted by the clansmen. Rumors were quickly told and grew from village to village until many peasants lived in fear of tomorrow, though nothing gravely changed.
    Deran had grown over the seasons and knew all the strange stories told about the Mawanies, but never saw the bad things happen his parents and grandparents warned about. He went in and out of palaces, strolled through gardens and woods and whenever a Mawany crossed his way, he watched them, waiting to see what they would do. So far, the invaders had kept peace and left the shocking events to be what they were—rumors.
    Since the village’s only teacher remained unfound, Deran helped his father on the field, brought water for cooking and escaped further duties by running through the forest to the palace where Kianto now lived. He had seen him from afar and was curious to learn if Kianto’s role had changed in the meantime.
    Entering like a rioter on a sabotage mission, Deran climbed the trunks to peer into the rooms. Some Mawanies slept, rolled tightly together, arms, long legs and all. He watched them for a moment, wondering if they would disentangle without pulling the other ones fingers or toes. He was tempted to shout or clap his hands just to see if they would open the knot, but reason kept him silent. When nothing happened, he moved on. It did not take him long to find Kianto. The young man, now called servant, lay on his back with his legs drawn up and another man took his pleasure and pressed himself into him. On long benches and chairs folding around their frames, Mawanies watched the men copulating, absorbed in the display of lust, eyes and nostrils wide with expectation.
    Deran quickly turned back to hide behind the wooden wall, heart hammering. When no Mawany got up to search for him, he dared another glance. The two men had not