(Warnings: Bodie/Doyle slash content. Characters not mine, I'm just playing. Sexual references, probably NC-17. Don't read if underage in your jurisdiction, etc)
The longship rode in to the beachhead. Warriors grasped shields, linden made, hard-rimmed. They dropped from planked sides, waded ashore, forming for attack.
Doyle arose to screaming. “Vikings! They’ll rob all the women … and rape all the men!”.
He leapt, held spear-bright, opened the door. A stocky warrior pushed through, knocking spear aside. Struggling, he was thrust onto sheepskin. A lance of fire penetrated him.
The sheepskin was soft, yielding. The fleece suffocating him. Pain, pleasure, hardness, softness… bed, Bodie?
“We have to get rid of this bloody fleecy rug of yours before it kills me!”