Danegold: The Viking Brother's Sequel

ChibiMisu here! Okay, so now we start Part II! ^_____^V Let me clear up a few things first. The English law will be twisted to make the story more dramatic and interesting. So bare with me. This one may be a little slow getting moving. And I did rush through it a bit since I’m so far behind. I know I take long to update and I’m sorry. I’m thinking about making the chapters shorter so I can hopefully get them up faster.

Also, there are two bonus stories at the end. One is a humorous little story and the other is about Malik’s past. Malik’s story is for my friend Cookie Dough, who has been wanting me to write her this for quite some time. ^_^ So, it’s for you, my dear!

Anyway, read on fellow Vikings! Sorry to keep you waiting so long!


Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh

Danegold: The Viking Brother’s Sequel


PART II


Chapter 14: The Search Begins and New Friends Are Made


Yami’s Tent:


Just as King Olaf said, Yami had some of his men gathering their stuff and placing it on the horse sled. Avaldamon was strapped to the sled and he too was being loaded with luggage. Seto was directing the men where to put the baggage on the sled with Yami. Marik and Malik were loading up their sled with Bakura and Jou. Tristan, Duke and Keith were busy with their own baggage.

When Yugi saw Yami he trembled in fright, something he never thought he’d feel about him again. He was frightened when Yami had ransacked his village, but he grew to know his husband’s gentle side and that fear vanished. But now it was back and he was scared to go over there. Ryou put a hand on his shoulder and give him a reassuring smile. Ryou would walk with him to talk to Yami and even the king was by his side. He smiled at his friend the three of them walked to where Yami stood.

“Lord Bolverk,” Said the king “I have your wife with me and he wishes to speak to you.” Yami turned to them and gave Yugi a icy glare which made him hide behind Olaf. “I believe you should speak to your wife, Yami. You’re not going to accomplish this task by being angry at him. You need to pull your strength from each other to get through this difficult time. By Odin’s balls, listen to me! Rambling on like some old woman with their love advice. You never heard those words come out of my mouth.” He gave them all the eye, silently telling them to keep their mouths shut or something will happen. The four men nodded, promising to keep their silence. “Go ahead, Yugi.” Olaf pushed him towards Yami.

“We’ll talk inside the tent, Yugi.” Yami said and walked to the flap, holding it open for Yugi. Yugi gulped but left the safety of the king to enter the tent. Yami came in behind him and pulled the flap tight. The tent was completely empty so Yugi just stood in the middle of it. Yami walked up to him and looked down at him with a stern glare. Yugi felt tears well in his eyes.

“Yami…please. I-I need you, now. I know what I did was wrong, but I didn’t mean to loose him. And we don’t have to worry about Annar being harmed. We just need to find him. But we have to work togeth-” Yami cut him off.

“Be quiet.” Yugi immediately fell silent. Yami’s tone wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t happy either. “Let me speak.” When Yami’s hand came up to his face, Yugi cringed and turn his face away, clenching his eyes shut. He heard Yami’s slight intake of breath and he feared he would be slapped again. The only hand that met his face was a gentle one, calloused but still soft in its own way. He opened his eyes and turned his face back to look up at Yami’s. Yami’s expression was hard and angry, which sent Yugi’s body into fearful shudders.

“I fucking hate myself.” He said and turned away from Yugi, walking a few feet ahead of him. He stopped when he reached the far wall of the tent, crossing his arms. “I hate my temper…my rage…my anger. I fucking hate it all! What you did made me angry, but I shouldn’t have gone to such extremes as beating you.” Yugi hung his head and twiddled his fingers. He really didn’t know what to say to Yami.

“When I saw you come with the king just now…I couldn’t believe what I had done. You were never to experience something as brutal as a beating, Yugi. I admit that I loose my temper and I have taken it out on others, many times. But I never wanted that to happen with you. I hate myself for hurting you, Yugi. You’re so…well…innocent, and small. I want to protect you, to shield you from all harm and let you live a happy little life. But I took that away from you when I lashed out. I’m so sorry, Yugi. Can you ever forgive me?” Yami felt thin arms encircle his waist and a small body press up against his. The back of his tunic became slightly wet and he knew they were Yugi’s tears.

“I forgive you, Yami.” He whispered into his back. “I understand that you were angry and frustrated.” Yami sighed.

“That doesn’t excuse what I did.”

“You need to vent your anger, Yami….and I’m here for that.”

“Yugi, stop right there. Forget that you ever said those words to me.” Yugi pulled his head away from Yami’s back, blinking back his tears. “Just because you are my wife doesn’t give me the right to beat you black and blue. In most societies there is nothing wrong with that but I tend to disagree. We don’t have that kind of marriage and I’m not that kind of man. At least I thought I wasn’t….but it will never happen again. I rather stab myself with my own sword then see that beautiful, innocent face marred with bruises.”

“Yami, please, look at me?” Yami shook his head.

“I can’t. I can’t bare the thought of what I did to you.”

“But you have to look at me sometime, so look at me now.”

Yami turned around in his arms and looked down at him. Yugi reached his hands up and took Yami’s cheeks into them, pulling him down for a kiss. The kiss was short but there was more to be said in it. Yugi stroked one hand through Yami’s hair and the other stroked his cheek.

“I still love you, Yami. We’ll get our son back together and then we’ll raise hell on those fucking Oddvars.” Yami blinked in surprise at Yugi’s choice of words, then chuckled at the calm sound of it. Yugi said the word ‘fucking’ with no emotion what so ever as if it was part of his everyday speech.

“I would never want to be on your bad side, Yugi.” Yugi gave him a tiny smile.

“Tell me that you love me, Yami.” Yami smiled gently and pulled Yugi into a tight hug, crushing him against his body.

“I love you, Yugi, with all my heart.” They rest their foreheads against each other and smiled. “I don’t deserve you.”

“No, it’s me who does not deserve you. I went from rags to riches because you chose me as your wife. And no one loves me like you do. You make me complete, Yami, no matter in what shape or form.” They shared a quick kiss. “Now lets go find our son.”

After four long months of sailing the sea, the boat finally reach their destination: England. Yugi and the others were happy to be back on English soil and off the godforsaken boat. Seto made sure that they arrived in the same area their men did last time they were here. Seto had already ordered the men to take the ship back to the caves and set camp there. Yami and the others had already agreed to make the journey themselves, since bringing an army would attract attention. They had to be as secretive as they could so the English army wouldn’t arrest them. They were trespassing on English soil with no rights from their King.

Once the ship was back to sail for the caves, Yami and the others quickly took shelter inside the English wood. Yugi, Ryou, and Malik got to ride on Avaldamon while everyone else had to walk. Malik had insisted that he ride the horse and got his friends to ride with him. Marik had to hold the animal’s reigns to keep him from rearing back. Yami and Seto were ahead of the group, scouting the grounds for danger. Jou, Tristan, and Duke were talking amongst themselves, mostly about the old times together.

Bakura was in the back with Keith, both being stuck with caring some supplies. Those supplies were a few extra weapons, some jugs of water, and Seto’s “book of all knowledge” as Bakura called it. Basically it was for medicines and potions. He also had to carry Seto’s journal, which he uses to plan or record battle tactics when paper is not available. Neither one of them saw the reason as to why THEY had to carry everything when they had a perfectly good horse! It wasn’t fair.

“Hey Marik,” Asked Yugi. “Where do we start to look for Annar?” Marik shrugged his shoulders.

“I can’t tell you, Yugi. The kid could be anywhere in this country and we have nothing to go on other than we know he was taken by the Oddvar’s. And it’s best to ask Seto these kinds of things. There’s only one thing on my mind right now, and all I’m saying is we better stop for camp soon. I’ve been three months without it!” Malik rolled his eyes and stuck his foot out to poke Marik in the head.

“We’re here to search for Annar and all you can think about is fucking?!” Marik looked back at him with a hurt expression.

“I have needs, Malik. Why don’t you ever think about MY needs!?”

“Don’t give me that!”

“Shh!” Bakura shushed them. “Do you want to alert any soldier or outlaw of our presence in these woods?!” Malik shook his head. “Then shut your fucking mouth! Besides, if you two DO decide to screw each other, please do it far, FAR away from us! No way in the fucking heavens will I sleep with the sound of your coupling in my ear!” Marik glared at him.

“Oh?! Then the same goes for you if you decide to screw Ryou! Even if the rest of us were around that wouldn’t stop you from having your way with the kid!”

“Well, Ryou knows how to be quiet! Malik screams loud enough for the gods to hear.”

“That’s because Ryou doesn’t know how good it can be.” Marik said with a grin that he knew would drive Bakura to the brink of near madness. And he was right.

“YOU BASTARD!” Bakura dropped the supplies he was carrying and lunged for his brother. Keith reached out and gripped the back of Bakura’s tunic, keeping him from mauling his brother. Bakura pulled at Keith’s strength and swung his arms around madly. Ryou was blushing a deep red and hid his face in Malik’s back. All the noise and insults made Yami turn around angrily, stomping over to them. He pushed Tristan out of the way and confronted his brother’s on their bickering.

“Will you two shut it! We don’t want to attract attention! Now I don’t know what you two are arguing about, but knock this shit off now before I send you two back to the ship!”

Marik and Bakura immediately went silent, carrying on with their jobs. Yami sneered at them and went to rejoin Seto up at the front. Bakura picked up the supplies he dropped, grumbling about killing his brothers and continuing on. Ryou finally pulled his face out of Malik’s back and something caught his eye. He quickly turned his head, but there was nothing there. Ryou figured it was probably a bird or some other animal that lives in the trees. Nothing to worry about.


They walked through the woods for the remainder of the day before setting up camp in a tight cluster of trees. Tristan and Jou had collected fire wood and were working on getting it started. Seto, Yami, Keith, and Bakura decided to continue on scouting the surrounding area while the others remained. Yugi was resting against Avaldamon who was already asleep, feeling quite sleepy himself. Duke was up in one of the trees, helping to keep a look out since Marik was too busy trying to bite into some stale bread. Ryou had a blanket in his arms and went to stand under the tree Duke was resting on.

“Duke, would you like a blanket? It must be cold up there.” Duke shook his head.

“I’m fine up here, Ryou. I used to do this all the time and I just love it!” Ryou rolled his eyes and shook his eyes, knowing that Duke was going to wake up with a cold.

The next morning, Ryou was the first one up at sunrise. He looked around at his friends who were all cuddled up with their husbands. Ryou had slept horribly given the fact that Bakura had the blanket and would not allow him to share it. Nor was he allowed to lay up against him like Yugi, Jou, and Malik were with their husbands. It gave him an empty feeling inside. He wanted to have that same kind of relationship with Bakura, but he knew that was wishful thinking.

Why did he have to fall in love in Bakura? This thought crossed his mind more than once and it seemed to do so every day. His thoughts went to Hrothgar, about how different he was from Bakura. Hrothgar was more friendly, caring, and actually lovable. Ryou knew that he could have that kind of happy relationship with Hrothgar, but his heart did not belong to him. It belonged to Bakura…but why? His mind keeps telling him how Bakura treats him is wrong, but why did his heart say differently? The sound of multiple horse hooves drew him from his thoughts. Even Avaldmon lifted his head when he heard the sounds. The horse got up quickly, which made Yugi and Yami fall backwards onto the ground. They awoke with a start.

“What happened?!” Said Yami alarmingly, sitting right up and looking all around.

“SHHHH!!” Ryou hushed him. “Someone’s coming!” he whispered and pointed to the way of the sound. Yami and Yugi heard it too, and Yugi moved closer to his husband, hiding behind him. Yami stood up and slowly pulled out his sword, trying to make as little noise as possible. He tip toed over to Marik and tapped his boot with his own. Marik muttered something about goats and pillows, which sent a quick shudder over Yami’s body. He kicked him harder this time and his brother snorted awake, looking dazed.

“Wha’ is it?”

“Get up off your ass!” he whispered harshly. “Someone is coming this way!” Marik smacked his lips tiredly and closed his eyes again, obviously not caring one way or the other. Yami just rolled his eyes and tried his other brother. Bakura just rolled over and pulled the blanket over his head. This time he slapped a hand to his face. “Rotten fucking bastards! Both of them!” He hissed under his breath. Something hit him on the head from above and he looked by his feet, seeing it was an acorn. He looked up at Duke who was now awake and crouching on the branch.

“What do you see?” he whispered up to him.

“Englishmen. Knights by the looks of them. Could be soldiers, too.” He whispered back.

“Everyone, lay still!” he whispered. “Don’t move. Don’t talk.” Ryou and Yugi nodded, staying low to the ground. Yugi took Avaldamon by the reigns and gently pulled him back down into a laying position. He held the animal’s head over his shoulder and stroked its nose, keeping him calm.

Yami knelt down into the mossy ground and listened as the sounds came closer. Luckily, they were behind a thick mass of leafy trees, which should hide them well if they remained still. The horse hooves were right next to the them now and Yami could make out their conversation. As he looked through the trees, he could see multiple horses and men on horseback strolling pass them. It looked as if they were simply out for a morning walk or hunt. But they had no dogs with them, so it couldn’t be for a hunt.

Either way, they could not be found. If they were, however, Yami and his brothers could easily take them down. But he didn’t want to raise suspicion from that act. If the king hears word that his knights were slaughtered, he would send more soldiers out in search of the murderers. And that was the LAST thing they needed.

Luckily, the knights passed by without noticing them, and Yami gave a sigh of relief. Duke climbed higher up in the tree to keep track of them as long as he could. Yugi got up and ran to Yami, hugging him from behind. Yami put his sword away and reached his arm around to stroke Yugi’s back.

“It’s safe now.”

“I was scared, Yami.” Yugi whispered. “It almost felt like we were being hunted!” Yami turned around and took Yugi in his arms, lifting his face up to meet his.

“Yugi, you don’t have to be afraid. We are all here with you to protect you, so don’t you fear. Besides, we’re not being hunted because no one knows we are here.”

“But we are here without permission from the king.”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“Yet.” Seto’s voice joined in with their conversation. They turned to his spot up against a tree with a sleeping Jou in his lap. “That doesn’t matter yet, is what Yami wants to say.” Yami narrowed his eyes at Seto. “The farther we go, the harder it will be to hide. We are not safe anywhere in this country, so the best thing to do is stick together, talk to no one, and stay as low as possible. Also, I suggest we stay here for a bit longer, wait for the knights to be out of the way.” Yami nodded at that.

“I agree. I’ll wake one of these worthless pieces of flesh and make them hunt.” He walked over to Bakura and kicked him hard in the back of his head. Bakura jerked awake and his hand flew to his head.

“What the fuck was that!?”

“Shh!” Bakura looked up at Yami and hissed at him. “We’re stuck here for awhile. Get your weapons and go hunt us some food.”

“Fuck that! I walked all the way from the shore to here carrying your damn supplies! I’m resting!”

“What’s all the yelling about?” Asked a groggy Jou, who was finally stirring from Seto’s lap.

“The usual.” Seto replied dryly.

“I’d send Marik but he tends to get lost and we don’t have time for that.” Bakura grumbled to himself and threw the blankets off of him.

“Well I’m not going by myself! Someone has to come with me.”

“What’s the matter, Bakura? Can’t handle a simple hunting job?” Mocked Marik, finally waking up from all the noise. Bakura puffed his cheeks out angrily.

“YES I CAN!” Everyone shushed him and he lowered his voice. “I just don’t want to get lost somewhere in these unknown woods.” Keith leaned over and whispered to Marik.

“All the more reason for him to go.” Marik smirked and chuckled evilly at his brother. Bakura had heard the whisper and glared at the two, grabbing one of the bows. He threw the quiver over his shoulder and stormed off into the woods, muttering about killing some family members.

An hour or so went by when Bakura finally returned with a small boar and a hare. Marik, of course, mocked his brother’s hunting skills which earned him a dagger shooting past head. The others had already gotten the fire started and waited hungrily for the meat. They gave it to Keith to skin and gut, since no one else wanted to do it.

The group split the cooked meat up evenly among each other, eating in silence. Bakura’s meat was too hard for him and he immediately gave it to Marik. Seto saw it coming and had to pause in his eating to turn his head. Marik put his meat down and went to work on loosing up his brother’s. Seto had to turn his head away from the scene before him, holding back the vomit that threatened to escape. Marik munched on the meat like an animal starved and drooling like one too. He handed the meat back to Bakura to shook it a bit to get the strings of drool off its surface. Seto had just turned his head back at that very moment and almost lost his meat. Everyone else ate in silence after that.

Later, the group had come to a decision. Or rather, Seto came to a decision that a few of them, no more than three, should take the day to scout up ahead and the others were to remain at camp. Seto suggested that he, Yami, and Duke scout out the grounds instead of Marik or Bakura. The two were better off helping to protect the others. Seto had decided on Duke since he knew how to navigate these woods.

“Okay, we won’t be gone long.” Said Yami, kissing Yugi on the cheek.

“Be careful Yami.” Yugi said, giving him a tight hug.

“I’ll be fine.”

“And bring back some food.” Marik told them as he kicked a pebble along the ground, pissed at not being able to tag along. He was stuck with Bakura and Keith, he couldn’t mess around with Malik, so what else did he have to do? It wasn’t fair.

“We’ll be back before nightfall.” Seto told them and picked up his sword, attaching it to his belt. “Hold down the fort.” Jou stood up and crossed his arms.

“You were going to leave without saying ‘goodbye’?” Seto chuckled and walked over to him to kiss him, but Jou turned his head away. Seto rolled his eyes and kissed Jou’s cheek anyway.

“I’ll be back soon.” Jou stuck his nose up and pushed Seto away. He walked to sit by Yugi and Keith. He was mad a Seto for not asking him to join in their little scouting trip. So he figured he’d make Seto go away with some guilt gnawing at him.

The three waved at the others as they left the camp to scout. Duke walked ahead of them, finding the easiest way to get through. Yami made Duke climb a tall tree to see how wide the forest was. When Duke made it to the top, he looked as far as he could. He climbed back down the tree.

“It’s still pretty wide and long. It will take another day or so to make it through.” Yami slapped a hand to his face.

“Just peachy.” Just then, Seto saw something in the corner of his eye.

“We’re not alone.” Said Seto suddenly. They all looked around, trying to see who or what was following them. “I fear something has been following us since we left our camp.” Yami gave him a look of surprise.

“I know what you’re talking about, Seto! I saw a few shadows darting in and out of the trees since we first entered the forest.” Seto walked over to him.

“Well why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought it was a bird or squirrel. But now that you think someone is watching us, well, I believe that too.”

“Best we stay on our guard.” Seto whispered to them.

A laugh suddenly echoed through the trees. The others moved in closer together, drawing their weapons. It seemed to echo throughout the woods, and they couldn’t pinpoint the direction it was coming from. They saw some more shadows darting from behind the trees.

“Outlaws, no doubt.” Said Duke, knocking one of his arrows.

“Put down your weapons, visitors.” Said the same voice that was laughing before. “We wish you no harm.” It was a man’s voice that had spoke, but they still couldn’t see anything.

“Who’s ‘we’?” Asked Yami, darting his head all around and waiting for an ambush.

“My men, of course.”

As he said that, the speaker came out from behind an oak tree. He was dressed in all brown, clothes torn and slightly dirty. He wore an eye mask made of leather and a cloak covered in leaves. The leaves looked to be sewn on and half falling off. His weapons consisted of a quiver with arrows, a bow, and a dagger on his belt. The smile he wore was friendly and his bow was lowered, showing that he didn’t plan on attacking.

“Who are you?” Asked Yami forcefully. “Why do you feel the need to stalk us like beasts of prey?” The man put his bow on the ground and held his hand up.

“Like I said, I wish you no harm. My men and I were curious as to why some Vikings were sneaking around our woods. I thought the king pays your people to stay off our shores?”

“We’re here for matters of our own.” Said Seto, putting away his sword. The man smiled.

“Fair enough.” Duke suddenly stepped out from between Yami and Seto.

“Hey, aren’t you Berkeley, leader of the Nottingham outlaws?” The man smiled.

“Why yes I am.”

“Do you know him?” Asked Seto.

“Yeah, I ran with him a few times when I was younger.” Berkeley stroked his stubbly chin as he looked at Duke.

“Oh, I remember you.” Duke turned to the others.

“You can put your swords away now. He won’t hurt us.” Yami eyed the man suspiciously.

“How can you be sure?” Berkeley stepped in front of Duke and flashed them all a friendly smile.

“Like your friend said, I won’t hurt you. We’ve been watching you and your men are obviously tired. Why don’t you all come back to our camp? We have food, ale, and warm beds. What do you say?” Yami and Seto exchanged suspicious glances. “Ah, I can see why you would be suspicious of me, I’d be too. But like Duke said, I’m not a bad guy and I’m not trying to trick you. You obviously have some kind of quest you are on and I’m telling you right now, that with the way the kingdom’s guards are now, you’ll never make it through. They’ll easily track you down.”

“But we have no other choice.” Said Yami. “Our journey can not be delayed, but thank you for your offer.”

“May I ask, what is the purpose of your journey?”

“That is no business of yours.” Said Yami and Berkeley put his hands up in defeat. Seto suddenly gripped his wrist and pulled Yami over to the side, out of ear shot. “What is it now?”

“I think we should go with him to his camp.” Yami crossed his arms.

“Whatever for?” Seto rolled his eyes.

“Think about it. We have no leads on Annar and we also have no idea where we are going. We do not know the English lands like our own. And you saw those knights that were patrolling the woods. We’ll have to spend more time trying to hide from them than actually looking for Annar. I think it’s best we go back to the others and bring them to this outlaw’s camp. We haven’t had much to eat, mind you. And sleeping against tree trunks isn’t exactly my idea of a good night’s rest. There, we can discuss our plans and ideas. What do we have to loose?”

Yami turned his face away to think about it. Seto could tell he wasn’t happy about the idea, but at least he was thinking about it. Camping with this outlaw is just what they need to regain their strength. Seto also had another idea, but he wanted to wait before he told Yami. He was hoping he could convince this Berkeley to guide them through the English woods and lands. Or if he knew someone trustworthy enough to lead them. They didn’t have any other choice. It was either wander around the land aimlessly, or find someone who knows where they are going.

“Alright, lets go along with your idea.” Yami finally said and Seto smiled in triumph. The journey seemed to be picking up.


End Chapter 14

Bonus Story


“Pipe Dreams“ : A Look Into the Minds of Four Viking Warriors


Yami’s Pipe Dream: Age 12

Yami was ignoring his teacher droning on about nature and instead turned his attention to the wall in front of him. He imagined himself sitting on his father’s throne while his parents stood on either side of him with trays of food.

“Yami darling,” Started his mother. “We’ve decided to give your little brothers to another family to live with.” Yami grinned.

“Really mother?! Thank you!”

“That’s right son! Now you can be the number one child in our lives!” Said his father.

“Why, thank you, dear father! I would be honored.” His mother hugged his head close to her chest.

“And just to show how much we love you, we destroyed the wall in your brother’s room so you can have an even bigger one!”

“Thank you, mother! This means the world to me!”

“And we gave you back all your old toys that we gave to your brothers!” Said his father, holding up a wooden horse. Yami took the horse from him.

“I can’t thank you enough father!”

“We have an even bigger surprise for you! We’ve talked the king into stepping down from his throne and passing it onto you!”

“YES! TODAY IS MY LUCKY DAY!” Yami jumped up and shouted, but his victory was cut short by a sudden, painful object hitting his head. His pipe dream bubble popped and he was brought to attention by his teacher. He had his arms crossed and tapping his foot angrily. Yami sat up strait and began reciting the first thing he saw in his open book.


Marik’s Pipe Dream: (Age 15)


Marik laid back in a pool of ale surrounded by voluptuous, fully naked women feeding him various fruits and meats. He was being massaged and pampered in every possible way. He grinned from ear to ear as soft, plump breasts pushed against him all over. This, he thought, was better than Valhalla!

“Oh Lord Marik, your body is so hard and strong like Thor’s mighty hammer!” Said a red head, rubbing up against him and nuzzling her nose behind his ear.

“It’s almost like you were one of the gods yourself!” Said a blonde with beautiful blue eyes and full red lips. Marik held his chin high and gave a roguish grin.

“That’s because I was, ladies.” They all swooned and gathered themselves closer to him.

“Please Lord Marik, take me now!” Pleaded a curly haired brunette, throwing herself in his lap. “I can’t resist your magnificent god-like body!”

“Or your magnificent sword.” Said a sultry, raven haired beauty as her hand slipped through the water and down to his groin.

“Now, now ladies don’t crowd. There’s enough of this stallion to go around. You’ll just have to be patient.” The all moaned and writhed in desperate pleasure.

“But we don’t want to wait! We want your big burning rod right now!” Said the blonde, licking his cheek with a wanton whimper.

“Must you be so cruel to us?” Said the red head, drawing small circles on his chest. Marik gave a little chuckle and pulled the two women at his sides closer to him.

“Well, I AM a god of pleasure, so I don’t see why I can’t have my way with all of you at the same time.” They all suddenly cried out in shocked pleasure

**CENSORED!!!**
(I leave it up to you, my friends ^^)


Seto was walking through the halls, looking over one of his scrolls when he heard the sound of pleasurable moaning and thumping. He raised a curious eyebrow and looked into Marik’s opened room, where the man was on his belly, bouncing on the bed. Yami happened to pass him from the opposite direction and stopped when he saw Seto.

“Good day, Seto.” Seto turned and looked at him with a blank expression.

“That poor, innocent bed is being taken advantage of by your scandalous and lusty brother. Even though it is not a living thing, it doesn’t deserve to be treated like that.” Yami looked into Marik’s room and sweat dropped.

“Sometimes I have nightmares about what he does in that bed.” Seto backed away from him.

“Why are you thinking of him in his bed anyway?” Yami narrowed his eyes at his friend.

“Step aside, ‘servant’!” He said and pushed past him.


Bakura’s Pipe Dream (Age 17)


Bakura dreamed that he was running through the woods on a golden path, the trees speeding by him. He was running towards a cliff at the end of the path where he could see nothing but blue sky. When he finally made it out of the forest and into the open, he leapt off the cliff! And fell into a pool of pineapples. He dove in and out of the vast area of the fruit like a fish all the while grinning like a maniac. Some of the pineapples jumped up and started dancing while singing in gibberish. They held hands and formed a circle, skipping merrily. Bakura jumped out from inside the circle and did a fancy twirl in the air, the pineapples now cheering loudly.

When he fell back down, the pineapples now held a sheet of fabric with pineapples sewn on it. Bakura landed on the sheet and bounced back up into the air, laughing happily as he did. He fell back down again and bounced back up, this time higher than before. When he bounced back up again, he got much closer to the stars and constellations, all the in the shape of brightly colored pineapples.
One of the pineapple constellations twisted into the form of a naked woman who caught him in her arms. She tried to dance with him but he pushed her away, making her turn back into stars. Bakura instead slid across the sky to the nearest pineapple, who was batting her eyelashes seductively. But this pineapple did not turn into that of a woman, but Bakura danced with her anyway. And the couple danced the whole night through.

Back in Bakura’s room:

“Mmm….Lady Pineapplala…..will you be my bride?” He said lazily with a string of drool hanging from his mouth. Yami just happened to be sitting by his brother’s side on the window seat of Bakura’s room. He was reading a story out loud to his brother who was now sound asleep. Yami closed the book when he heard his brother talk in his sleep about pineapples and smacked the book to his forehead. Why was he cursed with such fucked up brothers?!


Seto’s Pipe Dream: (Age 5 to present)


Seto dreamt that he was sitting on a throne of pure, solid gold incrusted with sapphires. He wore only the finest of silks and a large crown, plus scepter, to match. The throne was piled on top of solid gold objects and jewels. He sat cross legged as he looked down his nose at the three men kneeling before him. Yami, Marik, and Bakrua were lined up next to each other, flat on their hands and knees. They were bowing frantically and uttering words of “Forgive us Lord Seto!” Seto threw his head back and laughed at his fortune.

“For causing me so much trouble, I shall sentence you to death!” He said with an evil smile, enjoying the fear that crossed their faces. “First, I shall cook you in a large caldron,” the Bolverk brothers were suddenly in a caldron with boiling water. Some strange little blue dragons danced around the huge caldron, shrieking as they did, waving little spears in the air. The brothers pleaded for mercy but Seto ignored them, ordering the little dragons to proceed with the next step.

One little dragon skipped over to a lever and strained as he pulled it. A hole opened inside the floor under the caldron and the Bolverk brothers fell along with the pot. Their screams echoed through the castle, making Seto throw his head back and laugh. The little dragons all squealed happily and bounced around the floor. Seto sat back in his throne and gave a happy sigh of relief.

“Ah, the sound of silence.” He reached down next to his throne and picked up a book while ordering a servant to bring him a mug of ale. He took the ale in one hand and the book in the other. “True bliss.”

Seto woke up with a happy little smile on his face, sitting up in bed to stretch a bit.

“Mm…what a wonderful dream. I can still smell the warm ale and hear the cries of the fallen.”

Suddenly, Bakura and Marik burst through his door, each swinging wooden swords at each other. They were hollering and shouting at the top of their lungs as they fought. Marik jumped up on his bed and countered a blow by Bakura. When Bakura leapt up on to the bed, Marik jumped back down and ran for the door. Seto just sat there with a flat, unfazed look on his face. Too bad dreams were not a reality.


-End Pipe Dreams











Bonus Story: Malik’s Past


It was dawn in a small farming village. Roosters crowed, dogs barked, and children played. In the middle of the village was a small hut made of wood and straw, surrounded by others just like. Malik, who was now fourteen summers, stuck his head out the dirty flap of the hut, looking around. Nothing but a couple of farmers were out and about, readying their things for market. He turned back to his two friends, who were still asleep under the moldy blankets. Malik looked over to the far corner where a basket sat with a loaf of bread, stale no doubt, and was even growing mold. He had to buy new bread for him and his friends or they’d all go hungry. Sighing, he walked over to the two boys on the floor and shook Yugi awake. Yugi blinked up at him.

“Mm….Malik?”

“I’m going out for a bit. The bread is stale so we need a fresh loaf. I should be back soon, so try to hold on until then, okay?” Yugi yawned and nodded, closing his eyes.

“Be careful.” Malik smiled.

“I will.”

Once he had left the tent, he set his sights on any English solider he could get his hands on. He looked up at the rising sun, figuring it was still too early for the guards to be out. Malik rubbed his backside, still feeling the slight pain of his current occupation. He had a reputation as being the village whore, but that never bothered him. All that mattered was that he and his friends had food on the table so they could survive. The quickest and easiest way to get money was to sell one’s body for coins. Malik decided to take up the profession and win the bread. He had been taken at an early age by one of his father’s uncles. He couldn’t remember which, nor did he care. But his friends were so frail and naïve that he didn’t want this life for them. Malik knew how to handle filthy, lusty men.

A small wagon came by carrying some jugs of what was sure to be milk. It was drawn by a mule, the only one in the whole village. Malik looked up at the husband and wife who rode on it, and frowned when they both turned their noses up to him. What angered Malik the most was that these people, who were almost as poor as him, still looked down on him as scum. They looked at him as if he were even lower than themselves. They had no right to say or think these things, but what was he to do? They didn’t own any animals so they couldn’t make a profit that way. He had no other choice but to choose this way of life.

As he continued to walk the village, he ignored the normal daily glares he received from angry wives. Since he had a reputation, some of the married men had their way with him also. Malik was mostly hated by the women who’s husband’s he had slept with for a few extra coins that could have gone to them and their families. He couldn’t really blame them. He’d be angry too. But food was more important than the fickle minds of common people. And if he didn’t get some money fast, the bread may be gone.

Finally, he spotted two guards at the mouth of the village, laughing amongst themselves. One he was familiar with, but the other must be a new one. Fixing his hair and straitening his tunic, he walked over to the two with a slight sway in his hips. The two guards paused in their conversation as they saw him almost saunter up to them. The one he knew smirked at him.

“Well, well, we’re up early this morning.” Said the guard. Malik smiled at him when he really wanted to spit in his face.

“Who’s your friend?” he asked, looking the new guard up and down with a smirk of his own.

“I’m showing him the ropes, kid. But since you’re here, I figure we could, take a break?” He smirked again. “Two for the price of one, you’re a lucky little boy.” Malik narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t do that. I may be a whore but I don’t fuck two or more men at once. You must pay separate for my services.” The new guard scoffed at him.

“To hell with that!” The other guard put his arm around his shoulders.

“Don’t worry, my friend. This kid has a couple of boys he keeps back at the hut, and I know for a fact they’re first timers.” THe guard smirked. “We can always try them in stead.” Malik’s eyes widened, then narrowed.

“Those two are not for sale!” He said angrily. The guard took his arm away from his friend and crossed them.

“Well, my friend needs someone, and you won’t do us both, so…”

“Fine…I’ll do it.” The two guards smiled at one another they the trio disappeared behind the hay wagon.


Once they were finished, the guards left him on the cold ground to catch his breath. The familiar one threw some gold coins in front of him, and Malik quickly scrambled to pick them up before someone else came along. He counted the coins and gave a low growl. The bastard had only given him a quarter of the price he had asked! He had half a mind to find the guard and demand that he pay the full amount as promised. But Malik knew that if he did that he would be punished, or even killed. He couldn’t afford to loose a limb or his life. His friends needed him. They depended on him. And he remembered that they were still home and hungry. He quickly took his coins and ran to the baker, who was setting out some fresh bread.

“Good baker, I would like to buy two loaves of bread, please.” The baker looked him up and down.

“You’re that boy whore, huh?” Malik narrowed his eyes.

“What’s it to you?”

“I do not serve whores! Much less those who are male!” Malik showed him the gold in his hand.

“My money says differently, doesn’t it.” THe man sneered at him. “You can deny a profit when you see one. Now give me two loaves of bread.” The man took the coins and handed Malik two loaves of bread as asked. Malik took them and squeezed to make sure they were fresh. The man pocketed the coins and then spit on him as he turned to walk away. Malik’s mouth dropped open at the saliva that dribbled down his sleeve.

“I spit on your kind.” Malik turned and walked away with his nose in the air, showing the man that his words have not harmed him. He couldn’t deny what he was, it put food on the table. That was the most important thing in life. You can’t live without food, and you have to work to earn it. Maybe his work wasn’t honest, but it still earned him coins. So it didn’t matter what others said about him. At least he and his friends are not starving.

When he arrived back at the hut, Ryou was outside shaking one of the furs. His friend looked tired and sickly, but once he got some bread in his belly he would be fine. Yugi was not outside and he figured he might still be asleep. He walked up to Ryou who smiled warmly.

“Hello Malik.”

“Hey Ryou, I got us some bread.” Ryou’s smile brightened and he clapped his hands.

“Wonderful! Yugi is still asleep but I’ll wake him up to eat.” Ryou hurried Inside to wake Yugi, who mumbled and rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Wake up Yugi! Time for breakfast! Malik got us fresh bread!” Yugi’s eyes widened and he rubbed his stomach.

“I’m so hungry it’s hurting my stomach.” Malik broke one of the loaves in half and tossed a piece to Yugi who caught it. “Thank you, Malik.” Yugi said and began eating. Malik gave the other half to Ryou who thanked him and took a seat on the ground.

Malik broke the other loaf and ate his half as he remained standing. His backside hurt to much to sit. Those guards sure did have their way with him and he felt their remains trickling down his thighs. He kept a strait face, not wanting to alarm his friends. He assumed they had some knowledge of what he did to get food, but they never said anything about it. Malik wanted to keep them as innocent and pure as he could. Even if that meant keeping them inside the hut. He could barely imagine what those dirty men would do to his friends if they got a hold of them. He shook his head to rid himself of the thought.

“This bread is wonderful, Malik!” Yugi said happily, already half way done his piece. “We still have some water left from yesterday.” Ryou got up and went to the bucket, scooping up its content in the ladle. He took a sip and then handed it to Malik who did the same. Ryou took it back and refilled it, handing it over to Yugi. Yugi took a few sips and sighed happily. “Ah, so good!” Ryou looked at Malik who’s face was twisted in pain. It was mild, but Ryou could see it and he knew Malik was hiding it. Ryou glanced down at Malik’s pants and saw the darken rivulets of leavings on the fabric. He hoped it wasn’t blood.

“I think we should all go for a nice walk down by the lake.” Suggested Malik. “What do you two say?” Yugi smiled.

“I would like that very much!” He turned to Ryou. “How about you?” Ryou nodded and moved to pull Malik into a gentle hug.

“Ryou?” Malik asked softly. Yugi cocked his head slightly to the side. “Uh…what is it?”

“Thank you, Malik. I hope you are….feeling alright.” Yugi was confused.

“Why? What’s wrong with Malik?” Malik gave Yugi a reassuring smile.

“It’s nothing Yugi.” Yugi smiled and went back to his eating. Malik bent down to Ryou’s ear and whispered. “I’m fine.” Ryou pulled away from him with a smile but Malik noticed his eyes were moist with tears. Yugi then stood up from his blanket, swallowing his last piece of bread.

“Okay, I’m ready for that walk now!” Malik patted Ryou on the back and passed him to go to Yugi.

“Why don’t’ we go for a little swim as well?” Yugi grinned.

“That would be fun! Lets do it!” Yugi ran to the door. “COme on you two! Hurry!” Malik looked at Ryou again, who smiled at him. Malik winked back. “LAST ONE THERE IS A ROTTEN EGG!” Yugi shouted as he ran out of the hut. Ryou laughed and ran after him.

“Hey! No fair!” Malik wanted to run, but his sore backside kept him from that. The water will do him good, and at least there he can clean himself of their essence. But in the long run, it didn’t matter. Just to see the smiling faces on his two best friends were enough for him. People may spit on him or look down at him, but he had one thing they didn’t. True friendship. He knew Ryou and Yugi would never betray him. As long as they remained his friends, nothing anyone can say or do to him will not worry him.

The End