Danegold: The Viking Brother's Sequel

ChibiMisu here, everyone! ^_^ Okay, I managed to get the next chapter posted! WOOT! SetoxJou lemon! ^_~ And a random bonus story at the end. I am SERIOUSLY running out of title ideas, so from here on, they are going to be REALLY lame/crappy/etc. Forgive me. T_T

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh


Danegold: The Viking Brother’s Sequel

Chapter 12: How The Hell Did I Get Sick?

Seto's Tent:

It was dawn when Seto had woken up. He hadn't slept well all night and for what reason, he did not know. Through out the night, he had a slight nervous feeling in his stomach. It wasn't nausea, because he felt no different. It was almost like that time a year ago when he had had that vision of Pegasus sending Keith's men to attack. Seto rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hands, then pushed his hair back. Why him?

"Seto...are you awake?" Came a familiar, groggy voice beside him.

"I am. I had a rough night...sorry if I woke you. Go back to sleep." Jou turned over in the furs and rest his head on his arm, looking up at his husband.

"Is something on your mind?"

"I don't know...maybe." Jou sat up with a yawn.

"What is it?"

"That's the point. I don't know what it is...but I have a bad feeling in my gut. Something's amiss...but I don't know what is. It could be Bakura...but then again-" He stopped. "Ah, it's nothing. I'm just stressed is all." Jou took his hand and stroked the top with his thumb.

"You've been more and more stressed lately. Even before we left from Norway to come here, you haven't really been yourself."

"I haven't?" Jou shook his head. “What’s different about me, then?”

“Just small things…things only I would notice because I know you so well.” That brought a smile to Seto's face. "Seto...I've been doing a lot of thinking recently."

"Did you hurt yourself?" Jou narrowed his eyes slightly.

"No. However...Yugi's rape brought back some memories that I pushed far back into my head." Seto tightened his grip on Jou's hand. "But, those memories weren't as bad this time around, and I realized how much I have neglected you."

"Jou-"

"You've been very patient with me...and you've never pushed me to do anything with you. You've just laid by my side every night and held me in your arms, kissing my cheek. I also realized...how much I've missed sleeping with you." His cheeks had a light flush across them as he looked at Seto.

Seto didn't have a chance to react when Jou grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down on top of him. He set himself up on his elbows as to not hurt Jou with his weight. Seto knew that at any minute, Jou could trigger a memory from his rape and flip out on him. He had to let Jou set the pace of their love making this night to get him back into the swing of things. Seto was afraid that if Jou wanted him to be in control like he always was, he may not be able to hold back. And the last thing he wanted was to hurt Jou.

Jou gave him a sweet smile that made Seto's heart flutter. He had almost forgotten how beautiful Jou looked when his hair was spread out among the furs, or sheets. Jou's body wasn't trembling beneath his, which was a good sign. Seto smiled back at him and leaned his head down to press his lips to Jou's. He felt arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer, forcing his mouth down harder. Seto had to admit that he was shocked at Jou's eagerness and as much as he wanted to take control, he couldn't. It was a struggle to hold it back, though.

"I've missed this, Seto." Jou breathed in his ear.

“So have I.”

Jou's mind was refusing to go on with this, but his heart and body were saying otherwise. This was Seto, his husband and soul mate, doing these things to him. His mind kept flashing images of the unknown Viking warrior slamming roughly into him, laughing as he did. But he had to keep telling himself that Seto was with him now, not that Viking. It was crazy for him to even think that Seto would hurt him like that. He had to put that all behind him now. All that mattered was Seto, nothing else.

"Seto?" Seto looked at him. "Make the pain go away.”

Their lips met again, this time with more passion. Jou moaned as he opened his mouth to Seto’s probing tongue, welcoming it. He had almost forgotten what a great kisser Seto was. His kisses were soft but still powerful, just like he was in battle. He took one of Seto’s hands and slid it down his body to the hem of his top, helping him lift it up. Seto tossed the garment across the room and laid his still clothed body on top of Jou’s naked one. Jou started to pull at his tunic and Seto quickly stripped himself of it.

“I’ve missed the feel of you, Seto.” Jou said breathlessly as he nuzzled his face into Seto’s neck.
Seto quickly rid himself of his pants and now their naked bodies were pressed together. Jou sighed and held Seto close, nibbling on his ear. Seto slid his arms under Jou's back and returned the embrace.

"You want to go further?" He had to ask. He felt Jou nod against his head

"Yes...please."

Seto moved to nibble on his shoulder blade and felt Jou's body shudder under his. He kissed his way across Jou's chest and then moved down the center, stopping at his semi hard erection. Jou let out a gasp and buried his hands in Seto's dark hair. Normally, Seto wouldn't do this, being it's not one of his favorite things, but he wanted to make Jou feel good. The only thing that mattered tonight was Jou's pleasure, not his own.

"Please!"

Jou gasped again and tightened his hands in Seto's hair. Seto licked the tip of his arousal before taking Jou completely into his mouth. Jou let out a scream and thrust his hips up into Seto’s mouth, shoving himself deeper. Seto gripped his hips to still him as he began bobbing his head. It proved to be too much for Jou as he threw his head back and gasped, emptying himself into Seto’s mouth. Seto was prepared and swallowed all of his lover’s essence. He hadn’t expected Jou to come so soon and wondered if he wanted to stop for the night. Seto let Jou slip from his mouth and he laid his body atop of Jou’s once more. Jou’s face was flushed beautiful and his breathing was deep. His husband looked exhausted from this act since Seto didn’t perform it often for him.

“Do you want to continue?” Seto asked him, pushing the sweaty bangs from Jou’s eyes. Jou shook his head and wrapped his legs around Seto’s waist, pressing their arousals together. Seto smiled down at his husband and kissed his forehead. Jou was showing no signs of fear or doubt, but pure pent up passion.

“I want you to take me.”

He said breathlessly and leaned his head up to kiss Seto. Seto slid his hand behind Jou’s head and pushed his lips more firmly against his own, thrusting his tongue inside. Jou groaned into the kiss as his hands traveled up and down Seto’s muscular back. He pulled his lips from Seto’s took his husband’s other hand into his mouth. Seto moaned as he felt himself grow hard by Jou’s idea of preparation. He loved it when Jou did this to him, loved the feel of his agile tongue swirling around and between his fingers.

He covered them heavily with his saliva and pushed the hand down toward his spread legs. Seto took over from their and pressed his lips to Jou’s as he slid a finger inside his husband’s body. Jou pulled away to let out a pained hiss and tighten his arms around Seto’s shoulders. Seto felt how tight his puppy was from months without sex. It was like Jou’s first time all over again, at least that’s what Seto thought. He was rough with Jou that first time, but he wasn’t going to be this time around.

“Relax Jou, just relax puppy. Take all the time you need,” He kissed his temple “tell me when you’re ready for me to go on.” Jou nodded with a whimper as he felt Seto’s finger sink further into him. Seto moved his lips back to Jou’s as he slowly massaged the tightening muscles. After a few passionate kisses and tongue battles, Seto had Jou’s permission to use another finger. Seto licked and sucked on Jou’s ear as he gently slid another finger to join the other. Jou let out a cry then and dropped his head to the furs.

“Do you want me to stop?” Jou gripped the fur with his free hand and shook his head, clenching his eyes shut.

“No, I want this! Please, don’t stop…I want you to continue!” Seto nodded and slid his mouth down Jou’s chest to his nipples, swirling his tongue around one. Jou moaned in pure pleasure and unconsciously thrust his hips onto Seto’s fingers, forcing them deeper. Both men let out a gasp.

“Did I hurt you?” Jou shook his head again and whispered to Seto to enter another finger if he pleased. Seto did just that, teasing the other nipple with his teeth as the third finger slid in to join the others. Jou’s muscles were getting used to the intrusion because Seto felt the third finger slid in more smoothly. He began thrusting his fingers into Jou’s, pressing around for his magic spot that would drive his husband crazy. The suddenly loud gasp and arch of his back meant that he had found it. He looked at Jou to see his eyes had rolled back in his head as he moaned out.

“Oh God, don’t stop! I forgot how good that feels!” Seto smirked against the hot chest and thrust the fingers in further, biting down on his shoulder blade. Jou let out a cry of pleasure and once again wrapped his arms around Seto’s back. “Now! I need you now, Seto!”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Role over!" Jou whispered in his ear and Seto pulled back to stare at him. He had a good idea of what Jou wanted to do and he had promised himself that he would let his husband set the pace. Silently, he pulled his fingers out of Jou and rolled over to let Jou settle on his lap.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Seto asked, slowly stroking Jou's thighs.

"I want it this way, Seto. I won't feel like I'm being overpowered if I do it this way. Just at least until I get used to it again." Seto smiled up at him.

"You do whatever you feel is right. Take your time.” Jou gazed at him passionately and stroked his husband’s cheek.

“What have I done to deserve you?” Seto smiled.

“You’ve loved me when no one else would.” Seto brought his hand up to rest it against Jou’s cheek in the same manner. Jou placed his slightly smaller hands onto Seto’s and nuzzled his palm.

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed your touch.”

“I think I do. I’ve missed your gentle, loving touch more than you know. I’m glad that we can share in this again, Jou. You complete me.” Jou moved Seto’s hand to kiss the palm.

“And you, me.”

Jou lifted himself up and positioned his body over Seto’s erection. Seto moved his hands to Jou’s hips and held firmly, waiting for Jou to impale himself on him. Jou rest his hands on Seto’s chest as he gently eased himself down onto his husband’s member. He had to bite his lip to keep from crying out at the pain. It was as if he was reliving his first time all over again. But this time under different circumstances. Seto laid perfectly still and watched with hungry eyes as Jou eased himself down on top of him. He had to control himself from slamming up into Jou’s tight body and reclaiming him as his own. But he didn’t want to frighten Jou.
Seto was soon buried to the hilt inside of Jou and he let out a groan of pleasure. Jou’s breathing had quickened as his body sat stiff as a board on his arousal. Jou could feel Seto throbbing inside him and knew how much his husband must be holding back. However, he knew his body wasn’t completely adjusted yet and if he forced his muscles to move, they would tear. He didn’t want a repeat of that dreadful night. Instead, he leaned down along Seto’s chest and kissed him with fervor.

Carefully, he moved his hips forward and let out a low moan as his muscles relaxed. Seto’s erection had just grazed his prostate and he sat himself up to lift himself off of Seto, then push back down. This time around, Jou felt the head of Seto’s arousal push against his prostate, sending waves of familiar pleasure all over his body. Jou could not believe how long he let himself go without feeling the pleasure that Seto gave him. He lifted himself again and slammed down quickly this time, throwing his head back in passion.

Seto was finding it harder and harder not to move, to thrust up into that heat that was just for him. He had lost count of how many times he had laid in bed with Jou after that faithful night and thought about the man who had violated him. Seto wished with all his being that he could find that man and make him pay for damaging his beloved. But Jou seemed to be doing fine by the sounds of pleasure and quickening pace. Seto gave a small thrust up into Jou, making the man gasp loudly.

“Do it again, Seto!” Jou cried out. “I want it now! Don’t hold back, take me like you always do!”

“Jou-“ Jou growled down at him and dug his nails into his chest.

“I command you!” Seto decided it was better NOT to mess with a puppy in heat so he followed Jou’s command and thrust up into him. Jou moaned and lulled his head back. “That’s it! More!”

Seto held his hips and thrust up wildly into his puppy, relishing in the site of him bouncing on his lap. Jou’s gasps turned to cries of pleasure as both slammed their hips to meet each others. Seto found his prostate on every thrust he gave, and Jou felt himself nearing his peek. He never came this early in their lovemaking, but it has been too long since they’ve done this. His body and brain could only take so much of the mind numbing pleasure after laying dormant for so many months. He bounced himself more violently on his husband’s member and let his cries echo through the tent. He didn’t care if the others, or even the whole camp, knew about this session.

“I’m coming…!” He gasped. “I’m coming, Seto!” Seto let out a low growl and changed his position, sitting up so Jou was resting on a new angle. Seto next deep, powerful thrust to his tingling prostate threw him over the edge and he came onto his lover’s chest, crying out his passion to the sky. He fell limp against Seto’s chest but still holding on to the strong shoulders as his lover’s thrust quickened. Seto came after two more thrusts into Jou, moaning into his beloved’s shoulder.

Jou purred against Seto’s ear as he felt his husband coating his insides with his seed. God, how he had missed that feeling! He had almost forgot how glorious it felt to be filled with the passion of the person you loved above all others. That man didn’t matter anymore. Seto had once again claimed him as his own and that was all Jou needed to erase his fears of the Viking. He leaned back to give a gentle kiss on Seto’s lips and gaze into those blue eyes that only he can see filled with lust, and love.

“I love you, Seto…forever.”

“And I love you, Jou. Always and forever.” Jou’s eyes moistened with tears and he chuckled stupidly, wrapping his arms around Seto’s neck.

“Thank you, love!” He whispered. “Thank you for helping me to forget! You really are my knight in shining armor.” Seto laid back down and took Jou with him, settling his puppy next to him. He pulled the furs up over them and let Jou nuzzle his back into his chest. Seto wrapped his arm around Jou’s waist and placed the other behind his head. Jou’s hand moved down to cover his own as he once again whispered words of love before falling into an exhausted sleep. Seto smiled and kissed the back of his love’s head before following him into slumber.

Yami's Tent:

Yugi moaned lightly as he was stirred from his sleep by shaking. Something was on his shoulder, shaking it. He recognized that shake. That was Annar's "wake up I'm hungry" shake, and if he was left ignored for to long, he would start jumping. Yugi really didn't want to get up with Annar because he had a pounding headache and his body ached. Besides, he was still to frightened to leave the tent, and they didn’t' have any food in the tent. He'd have to wake up Yami.

"Annar...you up already?"

"Uh huh! Me hungry, mommy! Me hungry!" Yugi yawned and rolled over to Yami, shaking him awake.

"Yami...wake up. Your son is awake and hungry." There was a moan from Yami and a mumble that sounded like 'you do it.' "Yami?" Yugi noticed little beads of sweat collecting at Yami's forehead and his body felt hotter than normal. "Yami, are you not feeling well?"

"Yes." Yugi rolled Yami onto his back and placed his hand on his forehead.

"Oh no, Yami! You're burning up!" Yami threw the furs off of him.

"I'm sweating like a fucking farm animal." He said angrily but he was congested. Yugi bit his lip and turned to Annar.

"Annar, listen to me carefully. Go over to Unkie Seto's tent and tell him that daddy is sick and we need him right away. Can you do that?" Annar nodded. "No detours. Just do as I say, understand?"

"Yes mommy! Be right back!" Annar climbed over his parents, stepping on Yami's gut in the process and earning a mumbled curse from him. Yugi covered Yami's mouth before Annar could hear.

Annar looked both ways before leaving the tent. It was still dark outside but he could see the sun peeking out from over the trees. The camp was pretty much empty except for a few animals and servants. But he did just as his mommy said and went right to Seto's tent. He was about to barge right in, but then remembered that it wasn't polite to do that. So he knocked instead, but no sound came from the flap. Then he slapped his head, remembering that it wasn't a door. Instead, he opened the flap and peeked inside, looking around. His uncle and aunt were sound asleep in their furs, tangled in each other's arms. He didn't want to scare them, so he tip toed over to their bed.

"UNKIE SETO WAKE UP!" The boy hollered and started both out of their sleep. Seto shot up from the bed in a tizzy and Jou's head fell to the floor, which was previously resting on his husband's chest.

"Annar?!" Seto shouted at the boy as he spotted him next to their bed. "What did you do that for? Where are your parents? Do they know you're out here?" Jou rubbed his temple and rolled over to look at Annar.

"What is it, Annar?"

"Mommy said to come and get you! Daddy is sick! Mommy needs you now."

"Sick? Yami?" Annar nodded. "Alright, I'm coming." Seto reached over for his pants and quickly slipped them on. Jou sat up with a yawn and rubbed his lower back, groaning as he did. He was starting to feel the aftermath of last night. Once Seto was properly dressed, he ruffled Jou's tasseled hair before taking Annar's hand. Jou decided that he might as well get up and get dressed since he was now awake.

Yami's tent:

Yugi wiped the sweat off of Yami's forehead with his sleeve. Now that Yami was sick, who was going to protect him? He couldn't leave Yami's side if he was sick but there was also no one to watch over him. The only person he really felt safe with was Yami. And where was Annar with Seto? He wanted Seto's opinion right away...and hoped it wasn't anything serious.

"Yugi, I'm here now." Yugi looked over his shoulder and let out a sigh of relief as he saw Seto with his son. Seto knelt down next to Yami and looked him over. Yami looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes. "You're sick alright."

"I could have told you that." Yami said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. "I don't think I've ever been sick before." Seto lifted up his eyelids as he spoke.

"No, I don't think you have either. You did have a couple of colds, though. But they were VERY mild. This, I think, is something worse." Yugi turned to Seto with a worried look.

"How worse?"

"Hm? Oh, I didn't mean something life threatening. I meant that what he has now is worse than what he's ever had." Yugi fell back on to his rear with a sigh of relief. Seto turned back to Yami. "How are you feeling in your stomach?" Yami groaned.

"Like I just woke up from a LONG night of ale drinking." Seto nodded.

"Well, there's not much I can do. I have herbs that will bring down the fever and some to ease the stomach, but that's about it. He has to get better on his own." Yami pulled the furs up over him.

"Now I'm fucking cold!" Seto ignored him and turned to Yugi.

"Keep by his side. I suggest getting a pot or basket incase he throws up. The last thing you need is having to clean that up. Also, he needs to drink, and only feed him broth or bread." Yami scoffed.

"I can't survive on that!"

"You can if you want to live." Yami became silent, then threw the furs over his head. Seto rolled his eyes. "Just keep an eye on him." He told Yugi. "I'll have the medicine brought over as soon as I mix it." Yugi nodded.

"Okay, thank you Seto."

Yugi walked Seto out of the tent before turning back to Yami. Annar was already on top of his father, bouncing up and down on top of him. Yugi ignored him and went over to the table where there was their water basin. Malik had filled it up for him yesterday and in this chilly climate, he figured the water was still cold. He picked up the cloth next to it and dunked it in the water. It was still cold, enough to the point where it stung his fingers a bit. Carefully, he carried the heavy bowl over to Yami and gently placed it next to the furs. He shooed Annar away and tugged at the fur blankets, but Yami wouldn't let them be pulled.

"Come now, Yami, I need to cool your body down." Yami peeked out from under the furs and narrowed his eyes to slits.

"I've never been sick like this before." Yugi rung the wet cloth out before balling it up in his fist and dabbing it on Yami's forehead. Yami let out a little moan and relaxed into Yugi's touch. "That cold water feels so good..." Yugi dipped the cloth into the water again and this time rubbed it along Yami's burning forehead. "Damn...that's so good..."

"Mommy?" Yugi turned to his son, who was holding a fat pot bigger than him. All Yugi could see of the boy was his feet, hands, and from the eyes up. "Unkie Seto said daddy need bucket." Yugi smiled and took the pot from the boy.

"Thank you, darling."

Yugi placed the pot next to Yami's head and he immediately grabbed it, sticking his face inside and vomiting. Annar stuck his tongue out in disgust and turned his head away. Yugi helped Yami support the pot and stroked his sweaty bangs away from his face. Yami wretched a few times before bringing his head back up and coughing. Yugi waited for him to finish coughing before grabbing the cloth and wiping his mouth clean. Yami's breathing became rapid as he doubled over and clutched his head in his hands. Yugi got up on his knees to place his hands on Yami's shoulders in comfort.

"Yami, are you alright?" His voice was shaking with worry. Yami pushed him away, not hard, but with enough force for him to get the point. Yugi was in shock by Yami's sudden treatment to him. Yami never pushed him away when he offered comfort. In fact, Yami depended on Yugi to calm him and comfort him when he needed it. He was never pushed away before.

"I'll be fine...just...give me a couple of minutes. My head is pounding, my throat is burning, I can't breathe, and I ache! Gods above, I haven't ached like this since my first time sparring."

"Lay back down, you'll feel better." Yami took his advice and flopped himself down onto the furs. Annar tugged on Yugi's tunic sleeve, trying to get his attention. Yugi looked down at him with a little smile, still hurt over Yami's push.

"Is daddy gonna die?" He asked with wide, frightened eyes. Yugi stroked the boy's brown bangs away from his eyes and smiled reassuringly down at him.

"No, Annar, he's just very sick. But he'll get better as long as we take care of him. So are you going to be mommy's little helper?" Annar grinned impishly at him and nodded.

"Uh huh! Me nurse daddy back to better!" He flexed his muscles, which weren't there. Yami managed to chuckle at that.

"Now I'm in for it....Yugi, more water." He dipped the cloth back into the water and laid it on Yami's forehead. Suddenly, Marik burst through the tent with Malik on his heels. Yugi nearly jumped out of his skin and almost burst into tears, thinking it was Sveyn again. When he saw it was Marik and Malik, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I heard Yami was sick!" Marik said, looking shocked and surprised at the same time. Yami groaned and threw the furs over his head again. The last person he wanted to see was Marik.

"Yes, Seto is getting him medicine." Yugi replied. Marik stood over Yami and looked down at him, blinking his eyes.

"Yami, I can't believe you're sick! I've never seen you sick before." Yami coughed from under the blankets.

"Go away." Marik raised an eyebrow.

"You sound like you've got a frog in your throat!" He tugged at the furs. "Come on, let me see you! Seto said you looked green!" Yami growled and muttered 'Damn him', referring to Seto. Yugi calmly rest his smaller hand on Marik's bigger one, silently telling him to stop tugging at the blankets. Marik let go and stood up, looking down at Yugi.

"Please, Seto said he needs rest...don't upset him to much." Marik sighed then pouted.

"Fine, I'll just go then." Malik put his hands on Yugi's shoulders.

"I'll stay and keep Yugi company." He smiled at his friend. "You look like you're ready to cry." Yugi didn't say anything but just nodded. Marik gave Malik a kiss before he exited the tent, leaving the three alone.

"I'm going to sleep." Yami groaned and rolled over, still hiding himself under the covers. "I want food here when I wake up."

"Okay Yami." Yugi looked at Malik and mouthed 'thank you' to him. Now he wasn't totally alone in the tent. Yami was out cold and Yugi didn't think he could handle the dead silence. At least Malik was here for him to talk to.


Marik walked into Bakura's tent, eager to tell him about Yami's current illness. It was such a surprise to him that he NEEDED to let Bakura know. This illness was something they could use to torment him with when needed. Bakura was currently face down in his furs getting a back massage from Ryou. Ryou gave out a yelp at Marik's entrance, quickly rolling off of Bakura's back.

"What the hell, Ryou?!" Marik answered instead.

"Bakura! I've got news!" Bakura's head shot up from the furs to look at his brother's boots. He cast his eyes upwards to Marik's face and frowned.

"I was JUST getting into it! I've had a very hard couple of days, Marik, and I would like to enjoy some leisure time!" Marik knelt down in front of him.

"You won't believe this, but Yami is actually sick!" Bakura moved to rest on his elbows, a shocked expression on his face.

"Yami's ill?" Marik nodded.

"He looks like you do whenever you get sick in the winter season. And you should see him! I've never seen HIM look like that, but I'm used to seeing you." Bakura narrowed his eyes.

"This isn't funny, Marik!" He turned to Ryou. "Go sit with Malik or something, we need to talk." Ryou quickly slipped on his fox cloak and hurried out of the tent. Bakura waited for him to be out before he turned back to Marik. "Has Seto looked at him?"

"Yeah, he said as long as Yugi keeps an eye on him, he'll be okay." Bakura rolled over and sat up, rubbing his temples. Marik raised an eyebrow at his brother's behavior and decided to ask. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Bakura sighed.

"I just had an image in my head, right after you told me that Yami was sick." Marik threw the furs off and scooted in next to his brother, covering their legs back up again. Bakura moved as far away as he could from the buffalo that currently sat in his bed. "Now I have to get new furs." Marik ignored his comment.

"So tell me of this "image" you had? You look worried."
Bakura sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. He hated when Marik of all people had to see him worried. It was like his childhood when Bakura would get in trouble for something Marik did. He loved to see Bakura sweat their father's punishment. And now, he needed that feeling over his current one.

"I just had an image of mother." Marik nodded.

"And you're bringing her up why?" Bakura thought about landing his behemoth brother a punch, but he decided to save it for later.

"It just reminded me of when mother would get sick. She was ill almost every day of her life, after marriage and Yami, that is. But the thing that has me worried is what if Yami becomes like mother? Yami came from her womb, unlike us, and what if she passed that on to Yami? What if now, Yami is going to be like mother was?"

Marik sat in thought over that one. He had never thought Bakura to look so deep into something like this. Their mother never even crossed his mind once when he learned Yami was sick. The only thing Marik could think of as to why Bakura would be so upset was because he ALWAYS had to stay with mother when she was sick. Their father would stay as often as he could, but he also had duties that had to be seen to. Yami was in training with himself so they were almost always with father. Bakura saw their mother ill more than they did, and now, he must be reliving all those memories. He wrapped his arm around Bakura's shoulders in a 'elderly brother' gesture. Bakura tried to pull away but Marik held him firm, keeping him in place.

"You need to relax, Bakura. You're looking way to deep into this matter. Look, if Yami was doomed to be sick like mother, then why would it show up NOW? Father said she was sick all her life and after giving birth to Yami her conditions worsened. Now remember, father had a part in creating Yami too, and he was always healthy. Yami dominated more of father's parts than mothers. You don’t' have anything to worry about, little brother. Yami is just a little sick, probably brought on by this crazy weather and stress. Yugi is on duty and Seto, I'm sure, is working on medicine. So you have nothing to worry about." He grinned stupidly at Bakura, who had decided to back away from him once again. Marik's words had made sense, and maybe he was making a mountain out of a hill.

"Maybe I am looking to far into this." He sighed. "With all that has been happening, I think I'm slowly loosing my mind."

"You mean it was still there?" Bakura glared at him and sneered.

"Now YOU are making ME sick to my stomach! Get out of my bed before you stink it all up, you swine!" Marik raised an eyebrow lazily and stuck his finger in the ear Bakura just recently screamed in.

"What a shrew."

Outside Bakura's tent, a servant was walking past when he got hit in the head with a flying pot. He nearly lost his footing at the blow. He ducked as a few more pots and pottery came his way. Marik dashed out of the tent with a vase just missing his head and slipping on the slightly wet ground. His frantic escape knocked the poor servant to the ground.


Marik whistled as he walked out to the stables to take Avaldamon out for a ride. He needed to take him out for a run so he could release all that pent up energy of being contained. If Avaldamon was left contained for too long, along with other horses, preferably mares, Marik would have a real problem on his hands. Now doubt the residents of this country were using these games to sell virgin breeding mares at high prices. Avaldamon was one of the few stallions present at these games. Every time Marik went to the stables, he prepared himself for some angry breeder coming at him with an axe for his horse violating his mare.

When he made it to the open range for the horses, he couldn't spot Avaldamon anywhere. That meant Tristan had him in the stables, either feeding or grooming him. He turned to walk to the stables which were at the end of the farm animal pens. The pens contained mostly goats, sheep, cows, mules, and chickens. As he walked through the rows of pens, something small and white wobbled into his path. He looked down and saw it was a young lamb, struggling to stand in the muddy ground. Marik looked around, seeing no one, and knelt down to the small animal.

"Hello there little lamb! Aren't you cute!" The lamb 'baaed' and hobbled over to him, standing its front hooves up on his bent knee. It looked up at him and waggled it's little poofy tail. Marik couldn't resist the urge to pick the animal up by it's waist. It baaed again a wagged it's tail, sniffing at Marik's face. "You're used to humanly touch, aren't you?" It 'baaed' again and to Marik, it sounded like it was answering him. "You really are a lovable animal! My Malik would love to have you! I can't wait to show him!" A sudden 'snap' rang in Marik's ears as he felt the lamb's body go limp. It's head was now hanging off the side of his wrist and it's tail had laid strait. Marik shook the animal but when it made no response, he panicked. "I did it again!" He cursed himself.

"Excuse me, mister?" Came a sweet little voice from behind him. He looked over his shoulder and saw a little girl, about four or five with pigtails in braids. She had dark blonde hair and the largest eyes he had ever seen. He turned to her and quickly hid the dead lamb behind his back, holding it by it's left back leg.

"Can I help you, little girl? Are you lost?" She shook her head and smiled.

"Nuh-uh! I'm here to bring home my new lamb!" The color drained from Marik's face.

"Lamb?" He said as his voice broke.

"Uh-huh! It's small and white and has a waggily, poofy tail!" Marik's jaw nearly dropped. The lamb he had just accidentally killed was hers. He couldn't let her know that he killed her new pet! Memories of seeing Smokey hanging dead in front of him scarred him deeply and he didn't want to do the same to this little girl.

"I think it's over there! In that pen!"

He pointed to the left and when the girl turned to look, he threw the dead animal into the nearest pen so she would believe it was killed another way. However, the pen in which he threw said lamb happened to belong to the dogs. The loud growling and snarling from the dogs made both of them turn to their pen. The little girl screamed as she watched the lamb being pulled apart by two angry, starving dogs. Marik's eyes widened as he watched the scene before him and figured that it would have been much less traumatizing for the girl to see it dead, rather than watch it get ripped to shreds. The little girl ran away crying and Marik felt his heart sank all the way to his stomach. Maybe this was the gods way of telling him to keep his hands off small animals.

"DAMN YOU BOLVERK!!!" Someone shouted in an angry voice.

"YOU'RE REALLY GOING TO GET IT NOW!!" Marik turned around to see five or six men, the horse breeders, all holding farm equipment. SHARP, farm equipment. They didn’t look a bit happy, glaring knives and daggers at him. Marik waved.

"Can I help you fine men?"

"YOUR GODS DAMNED HORSE OF LOKI MATED WITH ALL OUR VIRGIN MARES!" Said one furious breeder.

"THAT WILD STALLION JUST COST US MONEY!!" Marik laughed nervously and held his hands up in defense.

"What can you do...males will be males."

"GET HIM!" Marik turned and ran as the angry mob chased after him, waving their weapons. Marik couldn't bring himself to hurt them for they had a right to be angry. The only thing he could do is outrun them, and that's just what he did.

Yami's Tent:

The sun had set and Yami's condition hadn't changed from the morning. Malik had stayed with Yugi and Annar all day, helping them out with Yami. Annar didn't want to leave his father's side, not even to go with Keith to get food. For once, Malik was surprised that Annar had behaved the whole time. Usually he was a holy terror, or a "devil child" as Duke referred to him and it wasn't far from the truth. Ryou had brought them all dinner and Annar had nearly consumed the whole meal. Yugi didn't eat as much, though. Annar ended up finishing his mother's meal while Yugi focused on making sure Yami drank his broth. Malik felt like he had two patients to watch over.

"What's wrong, Yugi? You haven't said a thing since Yami went to sleep." Yugi sighed.

"I'm worried, Malik. Worried and scared." Malik slipped an arm around Yugi and pulled him close, trying to comfort him.

"There's nothing to be worried about, Yugi. Seto said that with proper care Yami will get better in no time." Yugi shook his head.

"I know that, but I fear for my safety. I depend on Yami to keep me safe but now that he fell ill, I fear I'm an open target. What if that man comes back again? Or what if the Oddvar family decide to try something? I'm scared to be alone." Malik gave his friend a hug, holding him tight. Yugi's face was crushed against Malik's chest and he maneuvered his head so he could breathe.

"Why don't you stay with Marik tonight? I'll keep watch over Yami." Yugi backed up a bit to look up at Malik in confusion, and slight fear. The look on his face made Malik chuckled. "Don't worry, he won't try anything."

"But he wants to eat me." Yugi said it with such seriousness that Malik had to withhold laughing out loud.

"He won't eat you, Yugi. But he'll keep good watch over you and protect you should anything happen. I'm not afraid to be alone and I don't mind you sharing a bed with my husband." Yugi looked away and blushed bright red. "Please Yugi, take me up on my offer. I promise that everything will be alright, I'll watch over Yami."

"I'd still feel really guilty, Malik, laying with your husband." Malik rolled his eyes.

"Yugi please, I'm TELLING you! I'm giving you permission so please, go get some sleep."

Yugi opened his mouth to say something but Malik put his hand over it. Malik nodded to Yugi and took his hand away from his mouth. Yugi looked back at Yami, who was snoring peacefully and thanked Malik before standing up. He grabbed his cloak and threw it around his shoulders, pulling the hood up over his head to hide his face. Pulling the flap back, Yugi peeked his head out cautiously and look around, seeing no one. Quickly, he dashed from his tent and down to Malik's, bursting through. He looked out from the tent again to see if anyone had saw him, but it was still deserted.

Marik was sound asleep on his back, his hands folded over his chest. Yugi took his cloak off and threw it over the back of his desk chair. Marik must not have heard him come in for he was still asleep, and Yugi was afraid to wake him up. Ryou had told him that sometimes when he wakes Bakura up from sleep, he jumps up or throws his fists out, ready for a fight. Other times he just shouts, or mumbles, pineapples. He feared that Marik may do the same and try to hurt him without knowing. He saw some pieces of firewood in the corner and he picked one up. He stood away from Marik's sleeping body and poked at it with the wood. Marik snorted a little but didn't wake up. Yugi tried again, a bit harder this time. Marik's arms lifted from his chest and he lifted his head from the pillow.

"I'm up..." he murmured "I'm up."

"Marik?" Marik sat up and blinked his eyes, trying to see through the darkness.

"Wha? Who's there?" Yugi twiddled his fingers nervously

"It's Yugi."

"Yugi? 'The hell you doing here? Is something wrong with Yami?"

"N-no...he's fine. Malik is going to watch over him tonight....and he wanted me to come and spend the night with you." Marik raised an eyebrow at Yugi and scratched the back of his head.

"I'm confused. Why does Malik want you with me?"

"I..I'm afraid to be alone. Yami is sick and he can't protect me in his condition, so Malik said you would watch me tonight." Marik just looked at him. "Please?"

"Alright, hop in."

Yugi walked over to his bed and around him to the other side. Marik lifted the fur blanket and waited for Yugi. Yugi gulped and slid under the blankets carefully, trying not to touch his back to Marik's chest. He settled on his side but it wasn't long before a strong arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him up against a warm chest. He turned bright red and froze, but Marik did nothing else other than hold him.

"What are you so afraid of?" Marik asked him gently, still not moving. Yugi clenched his hands in the fur and pulled his legs up closer to his chest.

"Him.”

" 'Him' who?"

"The one who violated me. I'm afraid he'll come back...no one knows who he is or where he is. I'm frightened."

Marik was about to tell Yugi he had nothing to worry about anymore but stopped himself. As much as he wanted to ease Yugi's fears, he couldn't. If he knew what Yami did to Sveyn, it might change Yugi's whole perspective of his husband. Yugi hated the fact that Yami had to fight and kill, but he didn't know that Yami was capable of torture. The poor boy was frightened enough without having to know that his husband is a little loose in the head. And it's obvious that Yugi doesn't want Yami to know who his rapist was in fear of causing more conflict between families. Also, he doesn't know that Annar had witnessed the whole thing, for he was the one who told Yami. Besides, Yami only told him and made him promise not to tell anyone. If he told Yugi, he might accidentally blurt it out and then Yami would be in trouble. Best to keep his mouth shut.

"He knows we're all aware of him now, Yugi. He won't come back for you knowing we are here to protect you. So you don't have to worry." Wow, that came out better than he expected!

"But still...I can't shake the feeling that he's watching me...lying in wait until our guard is down..."

"That feeling will pass in time, Yugi. Now go to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?"

"I promise." Marik waited for Yugi to fall asleep before joining him, still holding the boy protectively.

Yami’s tent:

The next morning, Yami woke up at the crack dawn, sneezing and coughing hysterically. It roused Malik from his sleep, which he was currently sleeping on Yami’s desk. He ran over to him and had the pot ready in case Yami had to throw up. Yami pushed him away when he finally finished his coughing fit.

“Where’s Yugi?” He wheezed

“Long story.” Malik got up and went to the water bowl, filling a mug up with water. He quickly brought it to Yami who drank it greedily and coughed a bit more.

“Is he alright?”

“He’s fine, Yami. I’ll go get him now if you want?”

“Please do.”

Malik got up and left the tent, leaving Yami by himself. Yami slapped his hands to his face and drug them down, pulling his skin as he did. Why did he have to get sick? Never in his whole life has he EVER been like this. Now he knows what his poor baby brother has to go through all the time. He had difficulty breathing, his head hurt, his stomach hurt, his bones hurt, everything was hurting! Even his teeth! And he was sweating….so much sweat.

He threw the furs off and got up on aching legs to wobble over to the water basin. He dipped his hands in the cool water and splashed some on his face, giving a sigh of relief and a loud sniff. Damn, he wished his nose would open up sometime soon. The mirror was placed on the table next to the basin and Yami held it up to gaze at himself. He looked like Marik did after a bad morning after! He blinked his eyes, swearing he could see his face was just slightly green. Then, something else caught his eye. He held the mirror up closer to inspect it and let out a scream that was heard all through the camp.

End Chapter 12


Bonus Story: Girls Just Want To Have Fun

It was the day before the big birthday party of Urik, one of their allies son and Yami was invited. However, Bakura and Marik were not invited to the party for obvious reasons. When they went to the young man's birthday party last year, Marik had gotten drunk and chased all the girls, violating one. The next day, she was at the Bolverk home begging Marik to marry her. Bakura had also gotten drunk and thrown a fit after he lost a drinking game, flipping the table over and starting an all out fight. So only Yami was allowed to come back the next year.

However, after he had received the invitation, Bakura and Marik were pestering him about letting them go anyway. Yami had tired to ignore them but their constant whining and begging grated on his nerves to the point where he couldn't take it anymore. He told them that they could come to the party, but only under HIS conditions. So he talked it over with Seto and the two came up with an evil, yet amusing idea for the two brothers. They could ONLY accompany Yami if they dressed up as women and agreed to be his ladies. The brothers were mortified an angry by the conditions, but they just couldn't pass up the offer for free food and ale. They gave in to the temptation and went along with Yami's request.

Now, the two brothers were standing on tailor's stools, waiting anxiously (or angrily) for their dresses to be finished. Yami had let the two pick out their own fabric and style, as long as they went over it with the tailors. Marik had picked a fiery red velvet and gold trims line the hem, sleeves, and front of the dress. He had to have bell sleeves so they'd hide his muscular arms. Also, Marik insisted that he had a big chest and he accomplished this by sticking extra fabric down the front of his dress, packing it tight.
Bakura had chosen white because he said colors other than brown and black make him look fat. He believed women shouldn't wear dull, dark colors anyway. However, no one cared to inform Bakura that white was a symbol of chastity and purity. In a sick way, everyone got a big kick out of that and decided to wait for him to realize it himself. He too had bell sleeves made and chose to have a small chest. The tailor suggested that he should have a braid and he took him up on that, having the man braid his hair. For a little touch, the tailor weaved a pink ribbon into the braid.

Marik's hair, now that was a problem. The tailors were at a lost for ideas and they had to call for Seto. Seto wasn't happy about having to be pulled from his work for something as silly as Marik's hair, but he did so anyway. After studying Marik's odd hair, he had decided to put it in pigtails. Once it was in pigtails, the pointed hair still stood up. So Seto had the tailor drape a matching cloth overtop of Marik's pigtails, hiding them and his noticeable hair color. The tailor tied it under his chin to hold it in place. Marik jumped off the stool and twirled around in front of the mirror, looking himself over.

"Ooo! Look at how pretty I am!" he said in a feminine voice.

"You're enjoying this a bit too much, Marik." Bakura said, watching his brother in disgust. Marik placed his hands under his makeshift breasts and pushed them together.

"You know you want to jump my bones, darling little brother!" Bakura opened his mouth to shout but Yami entered the room, diverting his attention to him instead. Yami looked over his younger brothers in amusement, then laid his eyes on Bakura. Yami had a flower crown in his hands and tossed it to him. Bakura caught it and raised an eyebrow.

"What is this for?"

"Put it on. It will add some more color." Yami ordered. Bakura looked at it with a sneer but placed it on his head. He stepped down from the stool and walked over to the mirror, pushing Marik out of the way.

"Get your huge watermelons away from me! You're hogging the looking glass!" Marik bumped him away with his hips, nearly knocking Bakura onto the floor.

"You're in my way! I'm trying to admire my lovely female body!" Bakura growled and pushed him back.

"That's the only looking glass we have! You're ugly face will break it!"

"You want to say that again?!" Marik threatened, holding his fist back to land Bakura a punch. Seto clapped his hands.

"Ladies, ladies please! This is no way for proper noblewomen to behave."

"Up yours, Seto!" Bakura cursed at him. Seto sighed and just shook his head.

"Yami, I do believe these two lovely ladies need some proper training before accompanying you tonight." Yami nodded.

"I believe you are right, my friend. You deal with the women here, so I assume you know what to do, yes?" Seto rolled his eyes but nodded.

"I do. I'll take care of them." He clapped his hands. "You may all be dismissed." He ordered "Except Marik and Bakura." Yami raised an eyebrow at Seto commands but left anyway with the tailors. Seto looked at his two new students and frowned. Marik was sitting on one of the chairs with his legs opened and scratching his crotch. Bakura had his arms crossed angrily and it shifted his breasts. This was going to be harder than he thought.

With only an hour into the lessons, Seto was ready to pull his hair out. The two dunderheads could not swing their hips even a little bit. Marik was too big and clumsy in the dress, tripping at least 20 times trying to walk like a woman. He took big steps in general, so trying to teach him to take smaller ones was like trying to get blood from a rock. Bakura was another matter all together. Bakura just couldn't give a smile without looking psychotic. Seto was trying to teach Bakura to be a little bit polite to others. He could just see some uptight noblewoman giving Bakura a comment about how horrible his dress looks and his reaction to it. It can be one of two outbursts. Either Bakura would land her a punch or shout out something highly offensive. Seto would be extremely pleased with himself if he could encourage Bakura to throw his drink in her face or just walk away. Both can get away with this sort of behavior as MEN, but as women...

"Teacher! Teacher! We're ready for a our scores now!" Marik said excitedly. "Do I make a perfect woman?"

"No." Seto answered plainly and they both frowned. "Once Yami sees how you act, he won't let you go the party." Their mouths dropped open.

"That's not fair! We want to go!" Whined Bakura.

"Yeah! We’ll work harder! We promise! Right Bakura?” Bakura nodded.

“Yeah! We will! We listened to everything you said but we just wanted to bust your balls! You know how it is!” Seto sighed and rubbed his temples, humming quietly to himself to clam his nerves.

“I don’t care. Just…just TRY to be ladies! It isn’t that hard, just be nice and hang around the food table.” Marik and Bakura exchanged grins at the mention of food. “Go on, go find Yami and get a move on. I’m tired of seeing your girly asses.”

“Don’t push it, Seto.”

They arrived at the Afgeir castle by sunset. Bakura refused to hook arms with Yami but Marik didn't seem to have a problem. In fact, Marik was enjoying this so much that he was almost crushing Yami's arm. He had the biggest smile plastered on his face as he waved to all the men he passed. Bakura kept his nose in the air and a strait face. Yami was finding it difficult to walk with them, given their different strides. Marik was taking TOO tiny of steps and Bakura was moving to fast. They came up to the door and the guard asked for their invitation. When they were cleared, the guard let them pass through the gate and into the hall. It wasn't long until another Viking lord approached them.

"Lord Yami! It's a pleasure to see you here!" Yami smiled at him.

"Hello Lord Biorn. It has been a long time since we've crossed path." Biorn looked at Marik and Bakura.

"My, my, and who are these lovely ladies, Yami?" Shit, they didn't even THINK about names! Yami had to think fast, for if he left it up to his brothers...well....

"This is Brunhilda," He pointed to Bakura "And Mildri." Marik pushed Yami behind him and held out his hand to Biorn.

"Mistress Mildri my good sir, what an honor to meet you!" He said with a perky smile and a girlish voice. Biorn kissed his hand.

"Wow, your hands a little rough...do you use swords?" All three froze, then Marik saved his own ass.

"I have a lot of brothers and they like to use me as an easy training opponent." Marik pretended to look sad. "I know I don't have proper lady hands....tis unfitting for a lady." Biorn sympathized with him.

"I'm sorry to cut this short but these ladies have had a long ride and they're thirsty. Excuse us." Yami pulled his brothers away from Biron before any more questions were asked. He squeezed Marik's arm. "You talk to much!" He hissed out

"I was just being polite unlike Sir Sunshine over there!" Bakura glared at him.

"There's nothing I wanted to say! I hate Lord Biron with a passion and you know that!" Yami rolled his eyes.

"You hate everyone, Bakura." Bakura slapped him in the back of the head.

"And what the hell is up with Brunhilda?! Could you not think of ANY OTHER name?!"

"It was the only name I could think of at the time! We're coming to the main hall, now shut your big mouths! I swear instead of ladies on my arms I have two bullfrogs!"

"Take it and stick it, Yami." Bakura muttered.

They entered the main hall of the castle and were greeted with music and dancing. Both Bakura and Marik's faces drained of color. Bakura couldn't dance to save his life and Marik had two left feet. Usually at these kinds of gathering Marik would get drunk and Bakura would play cards. Now they had to play the part of noblewomen and all they do is gossip or dance. Not their idea of a fun time.

"Okay, I have to leave you two now to join the other lords. I usually don't beg but please, PLEASE be on your best behavior! Do it for mother and father!"

"What brought that on?" Marik asked.

"Look, if you don't behave like ladies, think of ALL the people who will laugh at you, knowing that you two dressed like women for free food." Bakura and Marik exchanged glances, knowing Yami was right. "So, to make this look good," He kissed first Marik's
hand then Bakura's. "Enjoy yourselves, my dears." Yami turned and walked away with a chuckle. Bakura looked down at his hand and gasped.

"I think my skin is burning!"

He waited for Marik to respond to that but he had disappeared. Bakura looked around and saw that Marik had already hurried off to the food. Bakura rolled his eyes and looked around the hall. He noticed men were staring at him and he felt a bit uncomfortable. If he had to act like a lady, he couldn't fight these men if they tried anything. He saw a group of women sitting by the fireplace talking and he figured the best thing for him was to join them. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the ladies at sat down on the very edge of the bench next to the fire. The other ladies were silent as Bakura made his entrance into their group. ‘Okay,’ he told himself ‘Don’t mess this up!’

“Please, may I join in on your conversation? I’m new to this area and I’m afraid I don’t know many people.” Damn, his voice sounded horrible. “And excuse my slight cold.”

“You may sit with us. What’s your name?” Asked one woman with long red hair.

“Brunhilda.”

“That’s a pretty name.” Said another with long brown hair. “I love your dress by the way.” Bakura smiled, or tried too.

“Thank you, I like yours too.” ‘Oh stars above,’ He said to himself ‘Do I actually have to sit through this shit?! What’s next, my shoes?!’

“I just love the style of your shoes.” Said another. ‘It’s going to be a LONG night’. He moaned to himself.

Meanwhile, at the food table, Marik was happily munching on everything he could get his hands on. However, he took careful measure to eat like a lady, but it had pained him. No human could possibly eat THIS slow! This was how the birds ate in his book! He was afraid that if he continued to eat this slow, everyone else would steal the food! And the smell of warm ale was making him crazy! Seto had told him to stay away from ale and focus on wine or water. Marik didn’t mind wine, but he preferred ale. He watched with mournful eyes as some men sang and clanged their ale mugs together drunkenly.

“Lovely party, isn’t it m’lady?” Marik turned to see a young man with shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes. He had the beginning of a bread and a small braid fell past his ear. Marik didn’t recognize him as anyone he was familiar with, but smiled either way.

“That it is.”

“I must say you’re pretty big for a lady, but it’s definitely different. I’ve never met a woman who matches me in height.” Marik chuckled.

“Yes, I’m afraid I got my father’s height. It’s a shame that I have been born tall.”

“Don’t worry, I think it makes you stand out more. Your pretty face is by far your best feature. It’s that beautiful face that makes you different from all the other ladies present.” Marik smiled and batted his eyelashes. He knew that line all to well, hell, he’s even said it to get up women’s dresses. This guy was trying to get up his, but that wouldn’t happen. Marik was on to him. “My name is Hjiori, Hjiori Brandr.” He bowed.

“I am Mildri. Pleasure to meet you, Hjiori.” Hjiori smiled kindly at him but had a certain twinkle in his eye that Marik recognized on the spot. This guy was slick.

“So, may I ask you for a dance?”

“Oh, I’m afraid I’m not very good at dancing.”

“You don’t need to worry, just follow along with me.” He held out his hand and Marik took it, letting Hjiori lead him out on the dance floor. He did as Hjiori told him and just followed along. He was actually doing quite well and was pleased with himself. It’s much easier to be the woman when dancing, they don’t have to set the pace. He could actually get used to this.

Bakura was scared for life. He had quickly wondered away from the group of women, saying that he had to go see where his escort was. He found out that women like to talk VERY openly about…female things. Much more information than he needed to know. He thanked the gods above and his mother for not allowing him to be born a women. He didn’t think he could handle it. He must have looked like a complete naïve virgin among those women! Was that the aura he’s been giving off all this time?!

“Gods be damned!” he swore under his breath, then a voice spooked him.

“What language for a young woman to use.” He spun around to see an older man, a battle worn one at that, smiling sweetly at him. Bakura didn’t know him as any of the Viking lords, which meant he was just a common Viking. Probably a friend of the Afgeir family. “And a beautiful young lady at that.” Oh no, this was the LAST thing he needed!

“T-thank you, good sir. I must be going now.” Bakura turned to walk away but the man gripped his wrist, holding him back.

“I’m sorry if I frightened you.” Bakura just stared at him for he really did not know what to say. The man cleared his throat. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Halvor.”

“My name is Brunhilda. Now if you’ll excuse me-“ Bakura tried to pull away but the man still held him tight. Now he was starting to piss him off. If only he wasn’t “a woman”, he would have forced his fist into this man’s face already.

“Why are you in such a hurry to run off?”

“I must find my escort.”

“I’ll be your escort.”

“Please sir, I must be going now! Let go of my hand before I’m forced to tell my husband on you!” Oh god, he felt that one like a physical blow to the gut. He had just called Yami his husband. Could this night get any worse?

“Husband? And who is your husband?” Damn, he couldn’t say it was Yami for everyone would have heard that he had taken a wife! Now he backed himself into a corner but he refused to say anything. The man laughed. “Ah, I see! You don’t have a husband do you?” He pulled Bakura closer to his chest and wrapped a hand around his waist. Bakura stood completely frozen in time. “You’re such a beautiful little lady. A bit tall perhaps, but beautiful none the less.” His hand started to lift his dress up. “I won’t do much. I just want to feel my finger in your pot of honey.” That got a rise out of Bakura.

“Why you-,” He suddenly lifted his knee and slammed it right into the man’s crotch. “-disgusting old man!” He shouted as he watched the man fall back onto the floor. He turned around, lifted his skirts and hurried away from the scene. How DARE he say something like that to him! He wasn’t even a WOMAN and he took offense to it! But he had to get away and find Yami before that man came after him. He had done enough already, and good thing no one had seen him do it either. Bakura ran behind a pillar to catch his breath and look around for the man. He heard something come from the hallway near him.

“BY ODIN’S BONES, YOU’RE A-“ Bakura heard the sound of fists meeting skin and watched as a Viking fell out onto the floor from the hallway. He had a busted lip and broken nose. And it looked as if his neck was twisted. Marik stepped out and over the man, straitening his dress.

“Marik!” He hissed “What the hell are you doing?! Can’t you keep it in your pants, excuse me, dress for one night?!” Marik shook his head.

“He had a cute arse!” Bakura just rolled his eyes.

"Listen, I need to find Yami! I was nearly violated by some old goat!"

"Hey, hey, what did he do to you?! I'll knock his fucking head off!"

"Watch your mouth! He wanted to try something, but I kicked him in the balls before he could. No doubt he's looking for me now and I can't fight back! I need Yami." Marik looked around.

"I think he's sitting with Urik and the other lords."

"There you are, bitch!"

Bakura 'eeped' and ran when he heard the man's voice. The man hobbled after him, shouting at him to stop. Bakura saw Yami up on the dais with Urik and his family, trying to look interested in what they were saying. He looked behind him and saw the man coming towards him, so he darted up the dais steps. He ran behind Yami, startling the man and the others.

"What's going on Ba-Brunhilda?!" Yami asked, with almost a slip of the lip.

"Lord Yami, that man is after me! He tried to violate me and I had to struggle to get away!" Gods above, Bakura's insides were turning with great pain at the fact that he had to beg for protection from his brother when he was capable of taking care of himself. Damn his stomach!

"Who's bothering you?" Yami commanded, standing up from the table and resting his hand on the hilt of his sword. Bakura hid behind him and pointed to the man.

"Him. I had to kick him in the-well, you know." He remembered he had to be a lady at all times. Yami walked down the steps and confronted the man face to face.

"Step aside, Bolverk!" The man said angrily and pointed to Bakura. "I need to deal with that little wench up there!"

"I'm sorry, but that lady is with me and she told me that you tried to violate her." The man growled.

"Obviously she can't take a few pretty words!" Bakura ran down to join Yami on the floor.

"He's lying, Yami! They were crude words!" The man sneered.

"I didn't know she was your lady!"

"So you did approach her in a crude manner." The man crossed his arms.

"And if I did?" Yami pulled out his sword and rest the flat side of the blade over his shoulder.

"Then I'll have to fight you. Step aside and leave my lady alone or prepare to meet cold iron." The man immediately turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. Yami put his sword back in it's sheath and wrapped his arm around Bakura's waist, pulling him close. Bakura blushed angrily. "We have to make it look good." Yami whispered to him. "Show a little passion!" Bakura muttered under his breath and curled into Yami's side, resting a hand on his brother's chest. He would have to get a full bath when he got back to their castle. He could actually feel his skin sizzling from Yami's touch. This was absolutely disgusting. Then, Bakura had an idea to get back at Yami for the "passionate touch" move.

"Oh, Lord Yami, you're my brave and handsome hero!" He said out loud just to embarrass him in front of the other men. Yami clenched his hand around Bakura's waist.

"Your death is forthcoming." He whispered to him harshly, turning them around and leading him up the dais. "Best you stay with me the rest of the night. Where's the other one?"

"Around."

"We'll be leaving soon. I hope you have had your fill of food?"

"Yes...and get your disgusting paws off of me."

"But you have the smallest dip in your waist." Yami said with a smirk, enjoying the angry flush that spread across Bakura's cheeks.

"I'm going to kill you."

It was late in the evening when the party started to thin out, and the Bolverks were the first of the few to leave. Somehow, Mairk had ended up drunk on the floor near the entrance, completely embarrassing Yami. Poor Yami had to practically drag him to their wagon before he started undressing himself for the other drunken men. Bakura walked behind them, eager to get home and out of these clothes. He helped load Marik into the carriage and slapped Yami's hand away when he tried to help him into the carriage. Bakura ended up tripping on his dress and stumbling into the carriage. Yami laughed as he climbed in, kicking the now sleeping Marik to the other side of the carriage. It was going to be a LONG ride home.

When they had finally made it home by late morning, Yami had followed Bakura to his room while telling Seto about the party. Bakura started stripping himself of the female garments as he went, leaving the pieces in his wake. He threw his door open and marched in naked, immediately going to his wardrobe to get normal male clothing. Yami and Seto continued to talk in the doorway while waiting for Bakura to get dressed. He could hear Seto laughing at whatever Yami was telling him, probably something about him and his experience.

"What are you two gossiping hens babbling about?" He asked them.

"I'm just telling Seto of a funny story Urik told me." Bakura rolled his eyes.

"Yeah right."

"Oh, and I wanted to tell you, Bakura, that you were a wonderful escort. All the lords have said so." Yami winked at him and it made Bakura grit his teeth. Yami leaned over and kissed his brother's cheek. "We really should see more of each other." Bakura flushed an angry red as Seto and Yami closed the door. "Bye, bye, my beautiful and virginal Bakura!"

"FUCKING BASTARD!" Bakura shouted at him and threw the nearest candle stick from the wall at the door.

The End