I warmed his cold blood

When the golden day gradually slipped and was finally picked at the top of the pyramid, the industrious Egyptians were still working.Most of them have black hair and black eyes, bright and colorful necklaces around their necks, and knee-length white cloths around their waists.This land is very dry, and the golden wind and sand smudged with the golden light of the setting sun, making the air even rougher.

The slaves in the quarry were tanned.Sweating profusely, they used bronze chisels to drill holes in the rock, and then inserted wooden wedges to irrigate, and the wooden wedges swelled and swelled and cracked the rocks.This is a technology they are proud of.

Egyptians are mostly worshipers of gods.They fashioned obelisks, on which deep and beautifully rounded figures adorned magnificent temples.This required a large amount of stone, and sometimes slaves were sent to Gaul to import it.

Lucas was shirtless, standing on a high place made of piled stones.

He has lived in Egypt for three years.Due to frequent going out, his skin was tanned to a healthy and rosy wheat color, and the wind and sand made it rougher, as if rubbed with gravel.

He picked up the water bag and poured water into his mouth to drink. The layer of sweat on his back reflected a golden light, like bronzing poured on a bronze statue.

From a distance, Herron saw his Lucas.

He lifted the hem of his clothes, stepped on strangely shaped stones, covered his eyebrows with his hands to shade, and shouted at the strong figure: "Lucas! Come here!"

Lucas laughed when he heard the sound, and jumped down from a high place.He wiped the sweat off his forehead casually, and walked up to Helen.

Helen sighed, helped him wipe off the sweat on his chin, and said distressedly and helplessly, "You don't need to supervise it yourself. They won't cut corners, and the Egyptians are the most pious worshipers."

"Pharaoh's tomb will be invaded, not to mention the temple that has not yet been built?" Lucas said, "This batch of stone materials is of high quality, and it is inevitable that greed is better than worship."

"We're going back to Rome in a few days." Heron said, "I don't want you to be overworked before you're exhausted."

"So, we need to ensure that the construction of the temple goes smoothly." Lucas said with a smile, "In this way, you will be eligible to be rewarded for your meritorious deeds in front of the emperor."

Herron took his arm and carried him like his wife.There were many slaves in the quarry, and many noticed this unusual intimacy.

They didn't deliberately publicize their relationship, nor did they intentionally conceal it, everything was so natural.What they do is to follow the most natural idea of ​​wanting to be close to their lover; on this basis, there is no secular show off or cover-up.

The two walked away from the crowd and walked slowly back to the governor's residence.The plains of Egypt were dry and flat, and shoes made of rushes kept them cool.The sky in the suburbs falls down like a piece of paper covered with blue paint, which is very refreshing.

Heron habitually touched Lucas' wrist.He clasped his ankle with his palm, and slowly pinched it down his forearm, groping for the shape of the bones, feeling the flesh and tendons.

He behaved very much like his mother.

Lucas is used to it.He covered his hand and asked softly, "Are you getting fatter or thinner this time?"

"It seems a little thin." Helen frowned, "Don't go to supervise the work in the future. I don't want you to suffer any more wind and rain..."

Lucas chuckled.When his blue eyes slanted downward, Helen was included in it, and the red clouds that filled the sky could not be reflected.

He raised his hand, wrapped his arms around Helen's waist, and leaned close to his ear and said, "Listen to you, baby."

Helen has long since stopped blushing at such lingering love words.They have already passed the time when they blush and their hearts beat when they are passionately in love.

He turned his face naturally, smiled and kissed Lucas, said nothing, just grabbed his hand...

The journey back to Rome was not delayed long.As governor, Heron brought a lot of grain and precious stones to report to the emperor on the situation in Egypt for the year; the emperor rewarded him with some coins and lands as a courtesy.

He has only three days off to enjoy.

Seneca was three years old.When Herron and Lucas came to visit Gattuso's house, the mischievous and chubby Gattuso was riding on Gattuso's shoulders, tearing his hair playfully.

Children's laughter is from the heart, not loud but very contagious.He inherited his father's cleverness, the corners of his mouth were full of messy jam, and his short, fat little hands were like grapples on Gattuso's head.

When Helen saw the scene of the father and son's blind date, he no longer felt dejected.

Gattuso's forehead was stained with jam.He yelled at Seneca, controlled his waving little hands, and greeted Heron: "My dear cousin, please allow me to greet you with such an ugly face. But I have to say, you are in Egypt three In [-], you have not acquired the Egyptian temperament at all. You are almost the same as when you came last time."

"I just need to sit in the castle and work. My footprints are rarely printed on the dry land of Egypt, and the golden wind and sand will not be blown into the narrow window." Heron said.

He reached out and hugged Seneca, took out a piece of cheesecake from the paper bag and handed it to him.

"Brilliant people often have bad luck," Gattuso said. "And mediocre guys can reach the top of the world with little effort and with the same taste of mediocre people."

Herron glanced at him, "I can interpret this sentence as... are you taking this opportunity to mock me?"

"You can also understand that I am envious of you, cousin." Gattuso spread his hands.

Seneca was not familiar with Herron.He wrenched his hand away and ran to the courtyard to find his mother.

He was walking crookedly with short legs, his mouth was full of cake crumbs, and he accidentally bumped into Lucas's leg.

He rubbed his sore nose, looking up to meet Lucas' blue eyes.

Facing this tall and strong German who had saved his life, the young and ignorant Seneca had no impression of him.

He just glanced at him lightly, and ran out of the house; he didn't understand what he had saved by saving his life, and he didn't have enough worldly heart to thank Dade.

Gattuso glanced up, fixed his eyes on Lucas, smiled and said: "Your Lucas... seems to have taken on all the wind, sand and sunshine for you..."

"I think he's so good!" Herron quickly defended Lucas, "He looks more powerful than before. His bodybuilding should be regarded as the most masculine statue template!"

He leaned halfway on Lucas' arm, his long hair brushing his shoulders.His figure was thinner than Lucas' overall, and the difference in skin color now made him look very feminine.

Under Lucas's comparison, the femininity on his appearance instantly magnifies as if by magic; only an unquestionable attitude remains, and it can also affect some tough temperament.

Gattuso realized something, his face changed slightly.His hands froze in the air, and his eyes stared at the two with disbelief.

"You have to pay attention to...ahem...a man's dignity..." He dodged his eyes, barely suppressed his embarrassment, and said with ulterior motives.

Herron understood immediately.

The Romans generally accepted same-sex love.But according to the convention, the upper-class people have to play the role of "male", and the humble party can only be entered, not the body of the noble person; otherwise, the noble person is considered to have lost his masculinity and dignity.

"Gattuso, sometimes... you can give your knowing mind a rest! Your desire to manage everything should be curbed!"

Heron said angrily.He already had a sullen look on his face, and he looked genuinely angry, not just retorting.

Gattuso curled his lips, and tactfully kept silent.

Three days is a long time.Herron just visited Gattuso and went to the long-lost family home, then hurriedly boarded a wooden boat and crossed the Nile to return to Egypt.

It was dark when the two arrived in Egypt.

There was a small river from the port to the castle. Lucas helped Heron into the small wooden boat, untied the ropes that bound the boat, and skillfully propped up the boat.

The huge moon sat at the end of the river, almost filling the entire width of the river.As the last of the dark clouds drifted across the moon, the moon glowed like a gray oyster shell opening, revealing the pearl within.In Egypt, all the bright colors turned into a single silver at this time, and Heron smelled the pleasant fragrance of lilac.

Now he and Lucas were left alone, quietly driving the boat to the direction of the moon.

Helen rested her head on the pointed bow of the boat, and part of her long black hair fell into the river.He hummed a song happily, mixed with the sound of a few bells splashing water from time to time.

He had just returned from the smoky city of Rome, and returned to this relatively comfortable and pure environment.He felt extremely relaxed, as if his body and mind had melted into a river, flowing quietly into the moon.

With his eyes half open, he catches a glimpse of Lucas rowing.

Lucas punted unhurriedly.The fluffy blond hair was stubborn, like blown cotton strands; Heron could see every strand of his blond hair very clearly.

He stopped singing suddenly, lifted his legs, put his ankles on Lucas' shoulders, and clamped his ears playfully with his toes.

Lucas chuckled, turned and kissed his foot.

Heron's heart throbbed.This sense of squirming is longer than the humming of a song, like wearing a familiar underwear, it fits him very well.

For him, there is nothing more familiar than Lucas's heartbeat.

He sat up, his hair wet a large piece of his clothes.

He hugged Lucas from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist.

He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but closed his mouth again with a sigh.This slight breath change was captured by Lucas.

Lucas stopped rowing, turned his face and asked, "Are you still unhappy because of Lord Antony's words?"

Helen was silent for a while, then said awkwardly: "I don't like people interfering with us...not even Gattuso..."

Lucas put the oars on and turned around to hug him.He raised his hand to touch Herun's cheek and wrung out his wet hair. "We did violate the Roman principle. This is a rule that has been in fashion since Caesar. He just told the truth."

"Fuck the principle!" Helen was a little annoyed, "That's just mediocrity! Between you and me, there has never been any vulgar thing that only cares about mating!"

"I'm probably the most delinquent slave in all of Rome..." Lucas joked, kissing his forehead.

"But I like you to commit... Lucas... I want you to control everything about me..." Helen said sullenly, "I really love the feeling of being possessed by you..."

Lucas was deeply moved by this sentence, which was half a confession, half a courtship, and he paused for breath.

In fact, he has experienced life and death and great storms, and he has long been hardened by the ups and downs of life or luck, and it is difficult to be touched again and his mood will be ups and downs.

He held the back of Herren's head and kissed him eagerly.His breath became more and more chaotic, and his strength also became stronger and stronger. He peeled off Helen's clothes with both hands, and stroked deeply on his naked body.The desire to occupy went straight from the lower abdomen to all the limbs, his body temperature instantly became hot, and he could clearly hear the pulse pounding in his head, like some kind of evil and unscrupulous encouragement.

His tightly hidden aggression suddenly diffused with the explosion of desire.He took out the extreme emotions similar to the immortality in gladiatorial combat.

Lucas's occasional initiative surprised the usually dominant Herron.His hidden dominance is actually restrained by affection, like a sharp sword imprisoned in a scabbard by witchcraft, ready to move.

Herron lay down dazed, letting Lucas kiss his lips and neck.He thought of Lucas getting out of control for himself, and he felt full of satisfaction in his heart.

In a sense, his tacit understanding with Lucas is not only manifested in physical intercourse, but also a unique psychological fit.They do exactly what the other wants, including their conformist positions.

Helen untied his belt, blindfolded himself, tied a knot at the side of his temples, panted softly and said, "This time we will change the pattern...Lucas..."

Lucas didn't say anything, but still kissed him comfortingly, making the necessary preparations for what was about to happen next.

Heron was blindfolded, feeling an inexplicable loss in her heart.

He reached up to where the rag had knotted, and found Lucas' hand there.

The two pulled off the blindfold together and looked at each other for a while.

Helen spoke first: "I want to watch you."

Lucas froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "I want you to look at me too..."

He bowed his head, and whispered in Herun's ear, "Because...you will always be mine."

They enjoyed the joy of fish and water.

When the position of the moon changed a little in the night sky, Heron walked softly ashore.

The extreme joy exhausted his physical strength, and he could only walk while holding Lucas' shoulders.

"Lucas! I order you to have sex with me just like you did just now!" Herron had just finished sex, very tired, but gave orders as if slightly drunk.

Lucas put his arms around his waist, fastened his belt, smiled and said, "Listen to you, baby!"

Herron could not help but be satisfied with the promise.

Gradually, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his steps dragged.His blood, which was still boiling because of passion just now, became sluggish again, and his physical strength was completely exhausted due to the extreme orgasm.The drowsiness after the indulgence made his muscles and bones weak as if they were falling apart.

"I'm tired...Lucas..." He vaguely saw the castle in the distance and yawned.

Lucas took his arm and put it on his shoulder, picked up his legs and lifted Heron on his back.

Just like he had done countless times before.

"Then let me carry you behind my back." He smiled.

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Thank you everyone, I can still see here in the case of slow updates!

In fact... the real ancient Rome is unacceptable in the eyes of our modern people. For example, girls must get married at the age of seven, not to mention the dirty streets, public toilets and so on.So I have "beautified" a small part of this article, so that it is easier to be accepted by us modern Chinese, and it may not be consistent with historical facts. Please forgive the children's paper for textual research _(:з」∠)_

This novel was written when I was eating, drinking and having fun at home after the re-examination for the postgraduate entrance examination. It can be regarded as spending the most idle time with me.Now I'm starting school, and the novel is over, which is quite a coincidence (=^_^=).

Because my studies are relatively heavy, I will not be the kind of fast-produced author that I envy _(:з」∠)_. For new articles, it should take two or three months to open. Anyway, thank you all readers!