The Viking Brothers

ChibiMisu here!! I’m on Spring Break now so I’ll be able to write more. Those damn college midterms really take it out of ya....I've been so busy lately that i haven't had time to read fanfics. *pouts* I hope to get some time over break! ^^

Anyway, here’s the next chapter. Thanks for all the great reviews! You guys are the best! ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh


The Viking Brothers


Chapter 16: We've Got Problems

Tristan, Jou, and Ryou sat by Duke’s bedside, waiting for him to wake up. The doctor said he was lucky that the fall didn’t break his neck, and that he’ll recover in no time. Tristan was eager to know what was so important to tell Yami. Duke had looked determined and satisfied at the same time. It must be something good.

“Hey look! He’s waking up!” Ryou said happily, breaking Tristan from his thoughts. Duke opened his eyes and blinked up at the three figures standing above him.

“Welcome back Duke!” Jou said, ruffling Duke’s hair.

“Jou? Is that you?”

“Yeah man, it’s me!”

“You took quite a fall there, buddy.” Tristan said with a light laugh.

“Tristan? You’re here too?”

“Yeah, what’s up with you? You’re acting like you’re surprised to see us.” Duke didn’t say anything, just looked from one to another. Ryou placed his hand on Duke’s and smiled gently.

“I’m glad you’re awake, Duke. I’ll go get the doctor to change your bandage, you’ve got quite a bump there.” Duke blinked up at him.

“Who are you?” They all froze at Duke’s words.

“It’s me, Ryou. Don’t you remember me?” Duke just shook his head as he sat up.

“No, am I suppose to?” Ryou gasped.

“Oh no! He must have lost his memory of us!”

“What?!” Jou nearly shouted. “But, he remembers us!”

“He must not remember meeting up with Yami and the others.” Ryou said.

“What’s going on here?” Duke asked, confused. “Where am I? And what happened? Why am I in this bed?” The three boys just looked at each other.

In the woods, by the lake...

“Just wait until you see this place in the spring, Yugi.” Yami said, referring to the lakeside. “There are flowers everywhere and animals all over! Just wait until you see all the rabbits that hop about, and all the birds. It’s quite a beautiful sight.” Yugi placed the basket that had Yami’s son resting in it on the ground next to him. The kid was kinda heavy to carry.

“Rabbits? What are rabbits, Yami? I don’t think we have them in England.[1]” Yami smiled and ruffled Yugi’s hair.

“No, you’re country doesn’t have any. They’re bigger than a rat or a squirrel, and they’re usually brown. They have long ears that stick up strait from their heads, and strong back legs. Their fur is very soft and their fluffy short tail is even softer. Very timid animals.” Yugi smiled.

“They sound so cute, Yami! I can’t wait to see one!” Yami chuckled.

“You remind me of a rabbit, Yugi.” Yami suddenly scooped him up in his arms. “So small, soft, gentle, and disgustingly cute!” Yugi pouted playfully.

“You think I’m disgusting?” Yami nuzzled his nose, making Yugi squeal cutely.

“In a cute way! All I have to do is teach you to be more alluring than you already are, be a bad little bunny!” Yami grinned stupidly but Yugi was confused completely.

“ ‘Bad bunny’?” Yami laughed and placed Yugi back on the ground.

“Never mind, it’s not important.” He cleared his throat. “Maybe we should get back to the task at hand, naming my son.” Yugi clapped his hands.

“Oh, yes! I almost forgot!” Yugi went back to the basket and was relieved to see the baby still sleeping. “You want me to name him, Yami? I don’t know many Norse names.” Yami nodded and knelt down next to the basket.

“Whatever you chose I’m sure will be fine. I’d probably give him a horrible name without even knowing it.”

“Hm. But, I still find it hard to believe that your wife just took off and left, without even naming him.” Yami shrugged.

“What can I say, she’s a bitch. I did my part, she did hers, and that’s the end of that. So, name away!”

“How about Brokk?” Yami shook his head.

“Brokk Bolverk? Doesn’t sound right.”

“Floki?” Yami stuck out his tongue. “Davyn? Gimile? Arkin?”

“No, no, and no.” Yugi pouted, boy was Yami hard to please. At this rate, they could be here all night!

“Alright. How about Annar?” Yami smiled.

“Hm, I like that. Annar Bolverk.” Yugi giggled.

“Sound very powerful!” Yami puffed his chest out.

“It’s a fitting name for the son of one so strong and powerful as I!” Yugi just shook his head and chuckled. Yami was so full of himself. Yugi covered Annar up more with the blanket to protect him for the chilly wind.

“I must say, Yami, I am honored that I was able to name the future heir of your stronghold! I’m sure he’ll grow up a wonderful man with you as a father!”

“And I know he’ll grow up with respect and love with you as a mother.”

“He’s bond to-“ Yugi stopped in his words as Yami’s last line caught his attention. “Yami? What did you just say?” Yami smirked.

“You heard me. Don’t you have any stories in England about peasant become lord?” Yugi just stared at him, dumbfoundly. “What do you say, Yugi? I’d be honored with you as my life mate, and I know you’ll make a wonderful mother for Annar, being it’s clear that I’m the father figure.” Yugi was still frozen in time. “Yugi? Are you in there?” Yugi finally blinked.

“Me, Yami? You want me? But, wouldn’t having me around in power be bad for you? I am English, and you are Norse. Our countries are enemies, and some might not look at it the same way as we do.” Yami took Yugi’s hand in his.

“That doesn’t matter to me, Yugi. There are quite a few Viking lords here that have English spouses. They’re more for diplomatic matters, though. But few, if any, should look at it that way. Besides, I am VERY well like among the other surrounding lords. I would be honored to have you by my side and aiding in raising my son. Will you have me, Yugi?” Yami kissed his hand softly, waiting for an answer. Yugi looked to his hand, then to Yami, then back to his hand. “Yugi?” Yugi looked up at Yami and suddenly jumped into his arms, gripping Yami’s neck tightly.

“I will, Yami! I will!! I promise to be the best and most devoted wif-er- life mate and mother ever! I promise you, Yami!!” Yami smiled happily and returned Yugi’s hug.

“And I’ll be a very devoted husband and father.”

“I love you so much, Yami!” Yugi started kissing him all over his face. “I do, I do, I do!!” Yami chuckled and gripped Yugi’s face to stop all the kissing.

“How much do you love me?” Yami asked with a seductive smirk.

“I’ll show you when we get back to the castle.” Yami pouted.

“Why not now?” Yugi blushed.

“Yami! We’re out in the open where anyone could see us! It’s to embarrassing. Can’t you wait until we get back?” Yami nodded with a sigh and let go of Yugi.

“Well then, the sooner we get back the better!”


Marik’s Room:


“Ha! Beat that! A pair of kings!” Bakura shouted as he laid his cards on the table. Marik took a swig of ale before smiling triumphantly.

“Oh no, no one could EVER beat a pair of kings! Unless you’re like me who happen to have a pair of aces. Read’em and weep little brother!!”

“WHAT!! You fucker! I know you cheated!! It’s impossible to get an ace in every play!!” Bakura shouted as he threw his hissy fit. Marik just sipped his ale and laughed full heartedly.

“What can I say? It’s just my luck. Now pay up.” Bakura slammed his hands down on the table and stood up, knocking the chair to the floor.

o wao way am I paying a cheater! You cheat in everything! Why do you always have to steal things from me!? Especially my money!” Marik frowned.

“Excuse me, dear brother, but I do believe that is MY tunic shirt you are wearing! At least I don’t take your clothes!”

“No, you take everything else! Besides, this shirt looks better on me anyway! You’re so fat that you grew out of it!” Marik stood up, his fists clenched in rage.

“Say what?! I’m not fat! Muscles outweigh fat, you dumb piece of shit! Now give me back my shirt!”

“No!”

“Don’t make me come over there!” Bakura gave him a raspberry. “That’s it! Come’ere!”

Marik jumped at Bakura, knocking him to the ground. He started pulling at the tunic, but Bakura was making it difficult by smothering his face with his hands. Bakura threw his body into Marik’s and knocked his older brother onto his back, landing punches. Marik gripped Bakura by his neck and flipped them over so he was back on top. He started pulling at the shirt again, ignoring Bakura’s flailing arms and legs.

“Ugh! Get off of me you big lummox! You’re crushing me!!”

“You have to beg better than that!”

“I won’t beg!!” The door suddenly opened and both men froze, looking at Yami who just appeared in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers.

“OH GODS ABOVE!!!!” Yami screamed at the top of his lungs before slamming the door. “YOU SICK FUCKS!!” Bakura gasped and threw Marik off of him, dashing for the door.

“WAIT YAMI! IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!! WE WERE JUST FIGHTING!!!”

Yami ran down the hall, nearly in tears. What he saw was just...just...DISGUSTING! He always knew those two were too horny for their own good!! Now they resort to each other!? He heard Bakura shouting his name and he looked over his shoulder. Bakura was running after him, waving his arms and looking angry. Yami stopped as his brother caught up with him.

“Yami, it’s not what you think! We were only fighting again, that’s all! Marik wanted his shirt back and we were wrestling! You just came in at an odd time!” Yami let out a deep sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank Odin! I was ready to cry!”

“What do you take me for, some kind of nymphomaniac!? I wouldn’t fuck my own brother!!”

“I know, but, it just looked so...real.” Bakura whacked him outside the head.

“Well, it wasn’t! Anyway, where were you!? Marik and I were trying to find you!”

“I went with Yugi down to the lake.”

“Did he think of a name for your son or did you two just fuck each other?” Yami rolled his eyes.

“Is your mind ANYWHERE else but in the gutter!?” Bakura smirked.

“Not specially.”

“Is Ryou not pleasuring you enough?”

“Ryou!? Shit, I almost forgot about him!” Bakura straitened out his tunic and smoothed back his hair. “I have a date with that cute little mouth of his!” Yami just shook his head.

“Don’t hurt him to much, okay?” Bakura just waved his hand.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya.”

“Yami!!” The two men turned their heads to see Ryou running down the hallway towards them. Bakura grinned.

“Just in time!” Ryou stopped in frontYamiYami, catching his breath.

“I’m so glad you’re back, Yami! Duke got into a horrible accident!”

“What happened?” Yami asked calmly.

“Well, I’m not quite sure. From what Tristan told me, he had something important to tell you and he tried to ride Avaldamon to reach you.” Bakura gasped.

“What?! Avaldamon doesn’t let anyone ride him but Marik! Didn’t he know that?!” Ryou shook his head.

“Apparently, whatever he had to tell you had him in such a tizzy that he didn’t listen to Tristan when he told him about Aval-Ava- well, whatever its name is. And the horse threw him off, causing him to bang his head. And now he can’t remember ANYTHING about us! He only remembers Tristan and Jou!” Yami sighed.

“Well, there are worse things that could happen. What did the doctor say?”

“He said the memory lost is only for short time, but he doesn’t know for sure. Do you have any idea about what was so important he didn’t to tell you?” Yami thought for a few seconds, then shook his head.

“Not that I can recall. Hm...well, we’ll just have to see what happens. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go see Seto.” Ryou waved happily to Yami, but his happiness was cut short by two arms that had wrapped their way around his waist.

“Bakura?”

“You remember our little date, right?” Ryou blushed but nodded, felling Bakura’s warm breath on his neck. Bakura nuzzled his nose in Ryou hair and slowly slid a hand up the boy’s tunic top. Ryou gasped softly as Bakura nibbled on his ear while stroking his lithe chest. Ryou’s legs felt like they would buckle beneath him, but Bakura’s arm around his waist prevented that. Bakura’s lips traveled from his ear to his neck where he nipped at the skin gently. Ryou moaned and tilted his head back a bit, giving Bakura more access to his neck.

Bakura’s arm moved from its position at his waist and up to Ryou’s shoulder, where he pulled the soft fabric down to expose more of the creamy white skin. He growled roughly before biting down on the tender skin that connects the neck and shoulder. Ryou cried out and tried to move away, but Bakura held him still, enjoying the copper taste of the blood he drew. Ryou whimpered as little sparks of pain forced tears to his eyes. He heard Bakura growl again and twirl his body to face him.

“I want no tears from you, Ryou! I’m simply marking my territory, which I should have done before. You should be grateful I’m paying sch ach attention to you rather than others! Now stop crying!” Ryou whimpered and suddenly threw himself onto Bakura, hiding his face in his master’s chest. Bakura had a look of surprise, not sure what to do. Ryou wasn’t crying, but just hiding in his chest. He felt Ryou’s thin hands grip his shirt and heard a sniffle. “Now what’s your problem?”

“Nothing...it’s just...never mind.” Ryou pushed away from him and looked to an open storage room. “Our date?” Ryou squeaked with a faint blush adoring his cheeks. Bakura smirked and pulled Ryou into the storage room, slamming the door behind them. He plopped himself down on a barrel of ale and crossed his arms.

“Get on with it!” Ryou blushed to his roots.

“But....but I don’t know how.” Bakura chuckled and leaned forward to pull Ryou towards him by his shirt front.

“It’s easy. Just get right into it.”

“Uh...” Bakura ‘hmphed’ and forced Ryou down to his knees between his spread legs.

“I know you walked in on Marik and Malik doing this, they told me. So you should have a basic idea, and hurry up!”


Ryou looked up at Bakura and nodded, before unbuckling the belt. He then slipped Bakura’s leggings down just enoto fto free his erection which was hard already. Ryou gulped as he took the base in his hand and slowly opened his mouth. He took the head of Bakura’s arousal in his mouth and slowly started to go down on him. He felt Bakura grab his hair with a moan and buck his hips, pushing himself further down Ryou’s throat.

Surprisingly, Ryou managed to push past his gag reflex and swallowed around him, effectively deep throated him. Ryou moaned as Bakura thrust down his throat and the vibrations made when Ryou moaned forced Bakura to speed up a bit. Bakura felt his release coming on quickly, and he didn’t want to choke Ryou to much so he pulled himself out, and ended up shooting his essence all over Ryou face.

Ryou gasped as his first instinct was to whip the substance off, but Bakura gripped his wrist and used his other hand to lift Ryou’s face. Ryou breathed heavily and had a bright flush across his cheeks that Bakura couldn’t help but give a small smile.

“Don’t wipe it off yet.” Bakura said as he drug his hand over Ryou’s cheek, collecting some of the cum. Ryou blushed a new red as he suddenly took Bakura’s hand, catching his master by surprise. Ryou brought the digits to his mouth and started suckling them, moaning softly. Bakura watched in lust as Ryou licked his fingers clean of the cum, trying to hold back from jumping the boy. Ryou had no idea how exotic he looked just then. “You like the way I taste, Ryou?” Ryou nodded silently, looking up at Bakura with big, almost frightening green eyes. Bakura felt his heart skip a beat for a second, but pushed it away. Ryou was his slave, not his lover!

“Bakura?” Bakura stood up and stuffed himself back in his pants, buckling his belt.

“I don’t wish to plug that sweet ass of yours in a storage room, so we’ll continue this tonight after supper and games.” Bakura patted Ryou’s head like a dog before walking to the door. “Oh, and you’ll be serving drinks tonight to the men and not sitting with me. That’s you’re punishment for crying on me!” With that said, Bakura left, leaving Ryou all alone in the room.


Seto’s Room:

Jou flopped down on the bed, covering his eyes with his arm. What a day. Being stuck with dogs, not being able to screw with Seto, arguing with Tristan, and Duke losing his memories. This is NOT how he wanted his first day at his new home to turn out. And it was already getting dark outside.

“Where was Seto anyway?” As soon as Jou thought that, Seto came through the door. “Speak of the devil.” Seto looked exhausted as he plopped down in a nearby chair. “Bad day, Seto?” Seto nodded.

“Ugh, everyone was pulling at me! ‘Seto do this’ and ‘Seto do that’ and ‘Seto please help’. I didn’t have time for you or Mokuba. I’m sorry, pup.” Jou sat up and patted the spot next to him.

“It’s okay, lover. I understand, come sit here and I’ll give you a shoulder massage.” Seto smiled and walked over to the bed, sitting next to Jou. Jou crawled behind him and started gently needing Seto’s muscles. Seto moaned softly and brought his hand up to place it on Jou’s.


“Thanks pup. You always know how to make me feel better.” Jou stopped massaging his shoulders and wrapped his arms around Seto’s neck.

“I know another way to make you feel better.” Jou said with a purr. Seto smirked and turned his head to face Jou.

“You’re a puppy, not a kitten.” Jou nuzzled the side of Seto’s face.

“Doggie style?” Seto smirked evilly.

“Woof.”


end chapter 16

I’m sorry everyone! Please don’t hit me!! *hides behind a bush* I actually have a test to study for that I forgot about and I have to study fast! Damn test taking on Spring Break!! >_< Mercer County College is EVIL! EVVVVVIILLL!!

Jou and Seto lemon coming up in next chapter with a Marik vs. Bakura duel! ^_^

Quick question: Should I put Tristan and Duke together, or keep them just friends? I'm stuck on that....


[1] Rabbits are not native to England. The Norsemen introduced them into the wild of England. I forget which year, though. -_-