The Viking Brothers

ChibiMisu here! Once again, thanks for all the great reviews! I’m glad people agreed to put Tristan and Duke together. I was hoping to have them together to add to the plot. *sneaking grin* I have a plan!! ^_~ So, thank you all for your help! *hugs for all*

Anyway, this is the longest chapter I have so far. It has to be because I counted the others. 18 pages! Whoo hoo!!^^v A LOT will be happening in this chapter, so sit back, relax, and enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh


The Viking Brothers


Chapter 17: Fight!

Jou laid on his stomach on the bed, watching as Seto undressed. He sure was taking his sweet time! ‘He must be doing it just to tease me’ Jou thought to himself. He’d finally got time alone with his lover! If he had a real dog tail right now, it would be wagging happily.

Seto was soon fully unclothed which made Jou almost drool with anticipation. Seto looked over at him with an evil smirk, then made his way to the bed. Jou quickly spun his body around so his head faced the headboard. He heard Seto chuckle behind him.

“Eager aren’t we?” Jou grinned and got up on his hands and knees, looking at Seto over his shoulder.

“Well, you were taking your damn sweet time undressing that I was beginning to feel neglected! I’m just happy that we get time together. Now stop talking and start fucking!” Seto crawled on the bed behind Jou, standing up on his knees in position to enter his pup.

“You’re squirming like a bitch in heat, pup.” Jou growled over his shoulder, making Seto grin. “But I like you this way. You should be in heat more often.”

“Stop with the jokes, Seto!” He whimpered. “Just get that ass moving! Literally!”

Without any warning what so ever, Seto had quickly buried himself inside Jou,
pausing to give him time to adjust. Jou gripped the sheets tightly, taking in deeps
gulps of air. He was thankful that Seto hadn’t started moving yet. The sudden, unprepared
entrance filled his body with slight pain. He’s had this inside him many times, and he could never get over the size of it. He should have made Seto prepare him first. Oh well.

Whatever pain Jou had soon faded away and he pushed back against Seto, giving a
little yelp. Seto grabbed the thin waist and held tight, beginning his thrusting into JJou Jou wailed in delight as each thrust quickly hit his prostate head on. He placed his hands on the edge of the headboard to keep from being banged roughly into it. Seto grunted with each powerful thrust he gave his lover, Jou bouncing forward and back at a rapid pace. The face pace Seto set hardly gave Jou the chance to scream fully, so they came out as choked gasps.

“Se-Seto! Uh-harder!” Seto leaned forward along Jou’s back to pull his hands off of the headboard while still continuing his thrusts. Jou’s upper body met with the mattress as his ass was still elevated and Seto pounding into it mercilessly. He let out a cry as Seto roughly bit into his shoulder blade, drawling blood. “AH! Seto!” Seto licked at the wound he had made as he slammed his hips forward, burying himself deeper into Jou if that was even possible. “More Seto! Please!!”

Seto pulled Jou upwards by his hair so he was sitting in his lap now. He thrust up into Jou’s tight heat, never getting enough of that sweet ass. He brought his hand around to play with his pup’s nipples as the other began to pump his lover’s arousal. Jou squirmed in his lap with a scream to the ceiling, and changing the angle of his prostate. Seto now managed to hit it with each thrust he gave, making Jou moan in delight.

He slid han hand up from Jou’s chest to his neck where he pushed the blonde’s head back to expose his neck. Seto bit down on Jou’s other shoulder blade, feeling his pup’s insides tighten around his member. Jou let out a long wail as he came all over Seto’s hand and the bed sheets. He slumped in Seto’s arms as his lover finished up his thrusting. It only took Seto three more earth shattering thrusts before exploding into his lover. Jou’s dog like wail always made him reach completion in a flash.

Jou fell forward onto the cool sheets with Seto laying on his back. Seto was still buried deep inside Jou, but neither felt like moving. Jou welcomed his lover’s weight and smiled lazily as Seto’s hand covered his. He felt Seto grip his hand tight and nibble on his ear, making Jou moan softly.

“Did I hurt you, pup?”

“You? You never hurt me, Seto. I asked for it.” Seto chuckled.

“I know, silly puppy. Mm...” Seto buried his nose in Jou’s hair, breathing in his scent. “I love you, Jou.” Jou closed his eyes with a smile.

“I love you too, Seto. Forever.” Seto kissed the blonde head.

“Forever.” Seto slowly pulled out of Jou, making his pup whimper with a pout. Seto kissed the pout away and rolled onto his back. “We can lay here for awhile pup before dinner.” Jou grinned and cuddled up to Seto.

“I can’t wait, love! I'm hungry!”

“You’re always hungry.” He kissed his forehead. “Rest now, Jou. We have time for a nap.” Jou closed his eyes and sighed in content.

“We could both use a nap.” Seto nodded.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be joining you dreamland soon.”


Later that night....

Down at dinner, Yami and Yugi sat at the table on the dais with Marik, Bakura, Seto, and Mokuba. Jou was busy mixing drinks and Ryou was busying himself serving them. Malik was still resting in the doctors’ room and Duke was kept confined to his room with Tristan to look after him. Mokuba was happily playing with Beowulf and feeding him under the dais.

Jou handed Ryou some more goblets of ale and Ryou made his way through the tables of men. The smell of cooked meat and ale made his nose wrinkle as he served a few men their ale. Before he could leave, one of the men gripped his tunic.

“Hey hot stuff, why not sit and have a drink with us?” Ryou was about to pull away but suddenly got an idea. It was quite a cruel idea, and it might even make Bakura angry. But, he wanted to get Bakura to notice him more. After seeing what happened to Malik, Ryou almost dismissed the idea. But then he realized that it wouldn’t be so bad as long as he didn’t sleep with any of them. Not that he would anyway. What did he have to lose?

“Okay.” Ryou said politely with a smile as he sat down between two of the men. One of the men shoved some ale in front of him.

“Have a drink with us, beautiful!” Ryou looked at the ale and frowned.

“Oh, no thank you. I don’t like to drink.” The men burst out laughing.

“Aw, come on kid!” One of the men bellowed before slapping him on his back. “Everyone likes to drink! Have you even tried it?” In all honesty, Ryou hadn’t tasted ale. He didn’t want to act like all the drunk men he’d seen over the years.

“No, can’t say I have.”

“Well then, you can’t say you don’t like it if you’ve never tried it! Go ahead!” Ryou took the goblet in his hand and slowly brought it to his mouth. He took a little sip and nearly gagged at the bitter taste. How could people drink this stuff!? He pulled the drink away from his mouth but one of the men pushed it back. “You have to drink more than that!”

Before Ryou could protest, he was forced to gulp down the ale. The liquid burned his throat and chest, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Finally the man pulled the cup away and Ryou started coughing, making the other men burst out laughing. The burning quickly disappeared and everything became green. Ryou looked around and noticed all the objects surrounding the room looked, different. His eyelids drooped and a lazy smile crept onto his face.

“Shit guys! He’s drunk already!” The man poked Ryou in the shoulder. “Hey kid, you okay?” Ryou looked at the man with a lazy twinkle in his eye and shot up from his chair. He suddenly threw himself on the table, turning around so he was laying on his back. Ryou spread his legs and began licking his fingers, making all the men grow an erection.

“Wanna do something wicked with me, gentleman?” Ryou asked in a drunk, yet seductive voice. The men all grinned at each other.

Up on the dais, Marik was munching on his cooked pheasant when he noticed a small group of men gathering around a table. He put his meat down and squinted his eyes to look closer, and smirked at what he saw. Bakura’s little slave was feeling frisky. Marik got up and walked over to his brother who was having trouble cutting his venison.

“Fucking deer-“ Marik tapped him on the shoulder and Bakura looked up. “What the hell do you want? I’m eating.” Marik chuckled and pointed to Ryou.

“Isn’t that your little slave putting on a free show for all those men?” Bakura looked closer and gasped.

“RYOU!?”

“Hm, he can spread his legs almos wid wide as Malik.”

“WHAT THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE’S DOING?! HE DOESN’T DO THAT FOR ME!?” Bakura practically jumped over the table and down to the floor. He took off in a dash, pushing past everyone around him. When he reached the table, all the men quickly cleared out, leaving dust trails in their wake. No one wanted to mess with Bakura if at all possible. “RYOU!!” Ryou smiled lazily and beckoned Bakura with his index finger.

“Hey Bakura Baby.”

“ ‘Bakura Baby’?!” Bakura spat out, not liking the pet name at all. “Close your fucking legs and get off of there! This isn’t a brothel!”

“But master, I’ve been a bad boy and I need to bnishnished.” Ryou said with a cute pout. Bakura almost fell backwards, shocked at the words that he had just heard. What the hell was wrong with Ryou? “I want more ale, master. Please bring me some?”

“ALE?! I thought you said you didn’t drink!?” Ryou sat up and giggled.

“Well, I don’t like to drink! *hic*” Bakura slapped a hand to his face.

“Aw shit Ryouu’reu’re drunk!” Ryou continued to giggle as Bakura yanked him off the table by his arm. Ryou jumped into Bakura’s arms and nuzzled his neck. “What the-“

”Lets go for a romp in the hay, Bakura. I want you. Now.” Bakura sneered and pushed Ryou away from him. Ryou, even in his drunken state, looked at him confusingly. “Bakura Baby?”

Bakura thought to himself for a second. When he was drunk, he turned into a complete gentleman, but when Ryou’s drunk, he transforms into a slut. Bakura couldn’t help the evil grin that spread across his face. Ryou actually BEGGING them to fuck? He couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Besides, there was enough ale in the castle to go around. Maybe Ryou wasn’t a lost cause after all!

“Come on Ryou, lets go back to the room.” Ryou giggled and took off in a run, Bakura close on his tail.


Yami sipped his ale as he stared at Yugi lovingly. His lover was completely oblivious to Yami’s watching as he eagerly guldowndown his fooor aor a small guy, Yami noticed, Yugi had a big appetite. But that didn’t bother him at all, as long as it made his little lover happy.

Tonight, Yami was going to announce his engagement to Yugi and the arrival of Annar. So far, only his brothers, Yugi, and the servants knew about his heir. He couldn’t wait to see the look on his men’s faces when he makes it known. Yugi doesn’t know he’s going to announce their marriage this evening, but he wanted everyon hin his castle to know that Yugi was his alone and their new master.

However, Yami couldn’t see Yugi running a castle like himself or Seto, should they go away. If an enemy army were in a rain storm outside the castle, Yugi would let them all in to get dry, and Bolverk castle will fall in an instant. Yami frowned, he hadn’t really had thought of that. He would leave Seto in charged, but Yami needed him by his side, since he was the only one who sen sense around here. His brothers would just take off without orders and reek havoc, while Seto stayed wit him.

He couldn’t see one of his brothers running the place. Marik would host large sex orgies while Bakura would probably turn the place into an ale house and lay around drunk all day. Just the thought of it made him shiver in disgust. That’s why he has to be to be the last of them to die, or at least until Annar is old enough to take control. Should he die under any circumstances, Marilwould be next in line to rule the homestead. Well, Marik had a little bit more sense than Bakura did. Bakura is just angry in general and he’d probably send everyone to their deaths over something petty, such as looking at him the wrong way or spilling his ale on the floor. He decided not to think about it, for it gave him knots in his stomach. He’ll just sit Yugi next to him and admire his little lover all day. Yugi will be just for pretty. He’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it.

Yami finally turned his eyes from Yugi to scan the crowd. He frowned when he didn’t see his Uncle Pegasus, Keith, or Bakura. He knew Bakura was here a second ago, but now he was gone. And where were the other two? Yami thought to himself. He wanted Keith of all people to know about his engagement to Yugi. After what Marik told him about what Malik did with Keith, he was worried for his lover. Yugi was VERY friendly and easy going, and Keith would just love toe a e a go with what was his. Once he knew that Yugi belonged to Yami and was no longer a normal servant, he won’t have to worry about Keith doing anything. But he wanted everyone present for his speech in one shot! He’d just have to send Seto out to find everyone.

“Seto.” Seto paused in his eating and looked down the table to Yami.

“What is it?”

“Go and try to find Keith, Pegasus, and Bakura. I have an announcement to make and I want them present!” Seto nodded and stood up from his chair.

“Very well.” Marik yanked on Seto’s tunic bottom, alerting his attention. “What?”

“Tell Bakura he owes me a duel! He lost one of our card games and now he has to duel me! Find him quickly and get his sorry ass over here! I’m itching to introduce him to some stone. You know that dinner can’t go by peacefully without a fight. It’s natural.” Marik winked, causing Seto to roll his eyes. How does Yami put up with his brothers?

“Okay.” Seto left the table and went off to find the missing three. “I don’t see why everything has to be ME every fucking time! Sometimes I wonder what these num skulls would do without me?” The first place he headed was to Bakura’s room. He could have sworn he saw Ryou run off with Bakura.

Bakura’s Room:


Inside, Bakura was throwing his whole body into each thrust he gave Ryou, who was pushed up against the chamber door. Bakura’s strong arms were basically holding Ryou up as he was being slammed into the door. Ryou had his arms and legs wrapped around Bakura, letting his lover have his way with him, and loving eveinutinute of it. Ryou let Bakura know how good he was feeling by being as vocal as he could. Then, there was a knock at the door and they paused in their actions.

“Bakura? Is that you?” Both breathing heavily, Bakura answered.

“What?!” He said, out of breath.

“Yami has an announcement to make and wants to see you, and Ryou, there. And Marik said something about you two dueling tonight or something?” Ryou rolled his eyes, trying to catch his breath as he still clung to Bakura.

“Fine! Give me a minute!” Bakura said breathlessly as he suddenly went back to ramming his drunken lover against the door. Ryou let out a joyful yelp. Seto shivered with disgust and hurried away, clearing hearing Ryou’s moans.

“Uh-uh-uh-!! Oh, Bakura-ah-ah! Harder!”

“I do NOT need to hear that! Now I’ll have nightmares!”

Meanwhile, back at the dining hall, all the tables were moved out of the way to make an arena for Marik and Bakura. The men were already placing bets on who would win. A duel between Bakura and Marik was an event within itself, and highly entertaining. After this duel, more were to come no doubt.

“Where is that brother of mine!” Marik growled out as he tapped his foot in wait. It was time for their duel and Bakura was late! “He probably backed out.” Marik smirked. “I knew he would.”

“Don’t be so sure, jackass!” Marik followed the voice up to the top of the dais table, where Bakura stood strait and tall with his trademark *bitch smirk* (as Marik liked to call it) planted on his face. His hair was tied back in a tight pony tail and he held Blooddrinker in his hand, pointing the blade at Marik. Marik had to admit, Bakura had a great sword stance. “Shall we fight?” Marik smirked.

“Gladly!” Bakura suddenly leaped off of the table, frightening Yugi, and soaring through the air. Marik looked up at him shock, when did Bakura learn to do that!? Bakura landed gingerly in front of him and stood strait again, arching his back slightly.

“I’ll win this duel! I just had the best fuck for my homecoming and I’m nowhere NEAR exhaustion! ” Marik chuckled and readied his sword, which was bigger than Bakura’s, and twice as long.

“Let’s get going!”

Thsworswords clashed and sparks flew off the metal. For every thrust from Marik, Bakura had a perry. Bakura’s smirk never left his face as he blocked Marik’s blows, almost getting a few in himself. Marik was actually having a hard time. He never knew that sexual energy would make Bakura so good at swordsmanship. ver,ver, Bakura’s strength was no match for his. Bakura dived under Marik’s legs and kicked the back of his knee, making him tumble forward. Marik caught his balance and swung his sword. He gasped as Bakura was suddenly standing on the tip of his wide blade. Bakura smirked evilly as he pointed his sword in Marik’s face.

“Had enough yet?” Marik grinned .

“I’m just getting started!” Marik pulled his sword out from under Bakura, who back flipped to safety. Marik charged again but Bakura blocked his sword blow, quickly scrambling out of the way. Marik stepped on his foot, makinkurakura yelp and fall to the floor. Bakura turned over and glared up at Marik’s grinning face. Bakura shot his foot strait up, kicking Marik in the groin. Marik tumbled backwards in pain, seeing stars. “Play fair you little cheat!” but it came out in an almost high pitched voice, making Bakura laugh. Marik doubled over in pain, breathing heavily. He was starting to see all browhenwhen Bakura’s knee met with his face. As he fell backwards, Bakura gave him a heel kick, sending him sliding along the floor. Bakura smiled in triumph, pushing back a strand of his hair.

The crowd cheered at the spectacular show they were getting from their Lords. Marik stared at the ceiling, his mind coming back to him. Was this the same Bakura? How could he fight like that? Why didn’t sex make HIS sword technique better?

“Come on Marik! Is that aou’vou’ve got! Get up! I’m still standing!” Marik smirked and ignored the pain as he planted his hands backwards on the sand and pushed himself up, making Bakura frown. Bakura didn’t think Marik could be able to stand after that. Marik wiped the blood from his mouth and charged at his brother.

Bakura blocked Marik’s blow, noticing and hating how much bigger Marik’s stature was to his. That’s one thing he couldn’t help but admire about his brother. It was that split second he let his guard down, when Marik sliced at his chest. Bakura gasped and back up, looking down at himself. There was a light trail of blood, and his favorite tunic top was slip right in half, along with his hair tie. Marik smirked evilly.

“Who’s the hotshot now?!” he said with a cocky smirk. Bakura glared and sent him another heel kick, but Marik caught his leg. “HA!” Bakura smirked and turned the move into a spinning heel kick, knocking Marik outside of the head. Marik landed on the floor, growling low in his throat.

“Victory is mine!” Bakura shouted, holding his sword high above his head. The men cheered and hollered, applauding their winner. Marik sat up and reach for his sword, when Yami stopped him.

“This duel is over! *Note: Sounds familiar. ^_^* Marik, lay down your sword!”

“What!? But, I’m not down yet!” Yami crossed his arms.

“Bakura clearly beat you in this duel, for the first time in his life might I add.” Bakura flicked him off.

“Aw, eat it Yami!” Yami ignored the gesture.

“Gather around everyone, for I have exciting news!” The room became silent as everyone took a seat and paused in their eating or drinking. “First, I would like to share with all of you, my men, the new heir to the Bolverk home, my son, Annar Bolverk!” The men went up in a loud cheer at news of an heir. Almost everyone thought Yami was asexual. “But that is not all. Lady Tea will no longer be permitted here, and a new lady- er - Master will be by my side.” The crowd went up in murmurs. “You’re new, ahem, lady of the house will be, the love of my life, my little Yugi.” The crowd went up in cheers, and even Marik lifted his head from the floor at that one.

Yugi dropped his fork, completely taken aback by Yami’s sudden speech. Yami didn’t tell him he was going to announce it so quickly! Yami smiled down at him and held his hand out. With a smile, Yugi took his hand and stood up, but soon shied away to hide behind Yami. A bunch of ‘awws’ traveled around the room, making Yugi blush and peek out from behind Yami.

“I will expect all of you to show Yugi the same loyalty and respect you show me!” The crowd cheered again. “We will be getting married in the spring, but until then, treat him as your lord and master! That is all.” The men cheered and toasted their goblets of ale to Yami and Yugi. Yami motioned for Yugi to sit back down, which he did quickly and hid his face behind his napkin. “Yugi? Are you alright?” Yugi nodded.

“Of course Yami. It’s just...large crowds make me nervous.” He whimpered, peeking out from behind the napkin this time. Yami just smiled at how cute Yugi was, and how loving. It was Yugi’s idea to get married in the spring. If Yami had had it his way, they would be married by now and heading up to their bedroom for the honey moon. Speaking of which....


Marik’s Room:


“Master Marik, are you sure?” Asked a servant girl as she slipped her dressed back. Marik laid back on the bed with his arm thrown lazily across his eyes.

“Yeah, not tonight.”

“I hope you feel better my lord.”

“Yeah, yeah.” The servant girl left his room and Marik snorted. That was the third girl passed up this night! His thoughts were just on that back stabber Malik. Marik couldn’t preform with the servants, but whenever he thought of Malik, his nether regions came back to life. Maybe he did go a bit to far. He’d be angry to if he found out Malik sired a bunch of kids too. Plus, both himself and Malik have had numerous partners over the years, so they were even that way.

Marik wasn’t one to forgive easily, but with Malik, that seemed to changed. He wanted his little mink back, and fast. Besides, Malik was the only lover he’d had asked to marry him. And after Yami’s announcement tonight, he had remembered all about that. Malik was the most unique and skilled lover he had ever had, and he didn’t want to lose it. He could live quite happily the rest of his life knowing that. Marik grinned as he leaned over to blow out the candle on the end table.

“I’ll tell him tomorrow.” Marik said to himself out loud before burying under the covers. “Let him fret about it all night, that’ll teach him.”


Bakura’s Room:

Bakura yawned as he entered his room, completely exhausted from the day. He was quite proud of himself for beating Marik, for the first time. This just proves that the youngest one of the family can rise to the top! He actually had Ryou to thank for that, being he had the best sex of his life this night. And speaking of Ryou, his slave was sound asleep on the bed.

Bakura walked over to the boy and looked down at him. He couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his lips. Ryou was so much more smaller than he was and so frail; and he loved the feeling of pure dominance it gave him. Ryou was at his complete mercy, and he feared him above all. Bakura enjoyed putting the fear of the gods in people. People think he’s a pushover just because he’s the youngest of Bolverk bothers. Yami always had an unhappy look about him and Marik just looked frightening in general. In his opinion, he was the normal one of the three.

Bakura quickly stripped himself of his boots and tunic top before crawling into bed next to Ryou. He placed his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. He was just dozing off when there was a sudden movement beside him. Ryou had rolled over and cuddled next to him. Ryou’s head tucked itself in the crook of Bakura’s neck as he threw an arm and leg over the rest of his body. He felt Ryou grip him tight in a hug and heard a soft, low purr. Bakura didn’t know if he let Ryou stay how he was or push him away.

Looking down at the sleeping figure, Bakura felt a sudden urge of protectiveness was over him. Ryou clung to him as if he was seeking his care and guardianship. He wrapped one arm around Ryou’s small waist and pulled him close. Ryou nuzzled his neck gently and sighed.

“Mm...Bakura...”

“Ryou?” Uh oh, he hoped Ryou wasn’t awake to catch them in this position! To relirelief, a light snore came from Ryou. He’d figured he must have been dreaming about him. That brought a true smile to Bakura’s lips. With a yawn, he closed his eyes and laid his cheek against Ryou’s fluffy white hair. “Goodnight, Ryou.”


Doctor’s Room:

Tristan quietly entered the room, passing a few other patients to get to the one he wa to to see. When he approached the bed, the doctor was talking to Duke about something. Duke seemed normal, sounded normal, and basically, looked the same as he did. He feared that being thrown from Avaldamon may have done some serious damage. Duke caught sight of him out of the corner of his eye and smiled.

“Tristan!”

“Hey, how are feeling?”


“I feel fine, just a bit sore is all.” He said as he motioned to his lower back. “My back hasn’t been the same since Keith attacked me that day. This accident REALLY made it hurt.” The doctor looked from Duke to Tristan.

“Tristan, we have another patient coming in and I need this bed. Would you mind taking Duke along with you?”

“Sure, I’ll take him.”

“I suggest that you carry him to your place. His back is pretty stiff and I don’t want him walking around right away.” Duke ‘hmphed’

“I’m fine, doc! I can walk! I don’t need to be carried around like some baby!” The doctor poked Duke’s nose.

“My orders are that you stay off your feet for a few days. Two at tops. Besides, you were just complaining to me earlier that your legs were sore and bruised.” Duke pouted.

“Don’t worry Duke,” Tristan started, “I won’t tell anybody I had to carry to around.” Duke turned his head away from his friend.

“I’m not happy!” The doctor rolled his eyes.

“Just take’em and get him out of here! He’s been driving me nuts all day with his, “I want that” and “get that for me”! It’s highly irritating! He can bother you now with his “Honey Do” list.”

Tristan just chuckled and pulled the sheets down from Duke’s body. He slipped his arms carefully under Duke’s knees and shoulders. Gently, he lifted the boy up in his arms, cradling him close.

“Am I too heavy?” Duke asked as he reached for the sheet.

“Not at all. Uh, what are you doing with that sheet?” Duke ignored him and struggled to cover his entire body with the sheet.

“I don’t’ want people to see me like this, so just say you’re carrying a rug or something!” Tristan just looked confused as Duke’s body disappeared under the sheet. The doctor began tapping his foot.

“Duke, I need that sheet!”

“There’s more on the chair, the laundry girl brought some in.”

“Get him out of here!” Tristan nearly dropped Duke at the tone in the usually friendly doctor’s voice. Tristan used his elbow to push the door latch down as he exited the room, whacking Duke’s head on the doorframe.

“OW!”

“Oh god, I’m SO sorry!!” Tristan said nervously.

“This just isn’t my day!!” Duke nearly shouted as he pitched Tristan’s skin.


“Ow! Fine, okay, we’re even now!” Duke scoffed and remained still under the sheet.

“Where are we going, anyway?” Duke asked.

“Uh, someplace nice.”

“Nice?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“You don’t sound to sure.” Tristan began to sweat slightly, he just didn’t want to tell Duke that they’d be sleeping above the stables in a hay loft.

Once they made their way outside, Duke pulled the sheet off from his face. The night air was cold, and they heavy clouds covered any light from the moon. Almost the entire castle was dark, and where Tristan was heading, to Duke, looked like the woods.

“Where the hell are we going?!” Duke asked, annoyed. Tristan gulped as hguregured he had to tell him, since they were almost there.
“To the hay loft.”
“Why the hay loft?”
“That’s where my room is.” Duke gasped.
“What?! You’re going make me sleep on a bail of hay! Hell no!!”
“But the stable is clean, I swear it! Besides, you’re not sleeping on the hay!” Duke’s brows went up in surprise.
“Really?” Tristan nodded.
“Yeah, you’re sleeping in my bed and I’m sleeping on the hay.” Duke smiled.
“Well, that’s more like it. Now I don’t feel so bad about staying in the loft.”
They finally made it to sta stables where it was warm and cozy. These stables were much larger than the first ones at the camp, and it had more horses too. Duke noticed that it did smell fairly clean and he sighed in relief. He could sleep quite well in this place, he figured.
Tristan carried him all the way to the end of the stable where a large wooden staircase was, leading up to the loft. Silently, as not to wake up the horses, Tristan tip toed up the stairs, once again hitting Duke’s head on the ceiling.

“Ow! God damn it Tristan!”

“SHH!! I’m sorry!” He whispered, carrying Duke up into the hay loft. The room was a decent size, with a bed, an end table, and a large trunk. To the far left were piles and piles of hay along with bags of oats and barrels of water. Tristan had actually kept this room very tidy! Duke was impressed. Tristan brought him over to his unmade bed and gently placed him on the soft mattress. He went to cover him up when Duke pulled the covers up instead.
“First off Tris, I’m not going to break, so you don’t have to be so gentle. Second, I’m perfectly capable of covering myself up.”
“Oh, sorry. Is there anything I can get you before I turn in?”

“Yes. I want a glass of water, another blanket, that window shut, and my hair braided.” Tristan glared.

“Is there anything else I can you your majesty?” He said sarcastically. Duke shook his head and waved his hand.
“No, that is all. You’re dismissed. Chop, chop!!” Tristan pouted.
“I’m not a man servant! You t ort order me around like that! And you COULD say ‘please‘!” Duke glared at him.

“Hey, you asked me if you could get me anything, and I said ‘yeah’.” Duke pouted.

“Would you hurt the feelings of a poor boy who is in pain and needs you help? I see how it is, Tris. I‘ll go back to the castle, all alone.” Tristan actually fell for it, believing he had hurt Duke’s feeling.

“I’m sorry Duke! I’ll get everything right away!” Tristan took off down the staircase to get some water. Duke smiled openly and flashed the “V for victory” sign. *^_^v I love that face!* Tristan came back with a cup of water and handed it to Duke, then went to close the shutters on the window. Next, he got a fresh horse blanket and brought it over to Duke. “Would you like to cover yourself up?” Duke looked at him as he sipped his water.

“Nah, you can cover me. I’m drinking.” Tristan did just that, opening the blanket and laying it gingerly over Duke. “Now fluff my pillow, it’s flat.” Tristan did, making the pillow extra puffy. “Help me sit up.” He did. Duke undid the tie from his hair and shook his head, letting the black tresses curtain around his face. Tristan held his breath, Jou’s words suddenly popping back up into his head. “I hope you know how to braid. Being around all these horses, you have to pretty them up for shows, right?”

“I can braid, although I’m not very good at.”

“It doesn’t need to be perfect, just enough to keep the knots out.” Tristan sat on the side of the bed as Duke turned towards him. He parted the dark hair in three layers and slowly began weaving them around and through one another. Duke rolled his eyes and frowned, hating how long Tristan was taking. If he did it, it be done in a second! Tristan must still be on the third weave. ‘Oh well’ he thought ‘it’s nice to have people wait on you.’

Tristan finally finished and tied the end of the braid. He couldn’t get over how fresh Duke’s hair smelled, like a certain flower he couldn’t put his finger on. And his hair was so soft, and such a pretty color. He actually felt bad now, bringing Duke here to the stables. Sure, they were more clean than the first ones, but he still didn’t smell as fresh as Duke. Duke worked with laundry foodfood, while he worked with smelly animals all day. He figured he should probably sleep at the far end of the loft, as he was sure Duke would say something about how he smelled. Still, that fresh flower scent intoxicated him, and he couldn’t help but lean in closer to get a better whiff...

“Hey Tris-“ Duke turned his head around and collided with Tristan’s lips. Their noses bent up at the tips as they sat frozen in time. They just stared at each other, waiting for the other to move. Finally, Duke gathered back his wits and pulled away, bringing his arm up to his mouth. “What the-“

”I’m sorry!” Tristan nearly shouted, his face a bright red color. “It was an accident!”

“Okay, relax now Tris. I know it was an accident. Why are you turning a dozen different shades of red?” Tristan now looked like his head was about to explode. Duke realized, with a smirk, that Tristan must have a little crush on him. Other wise, why would he be doing everything he says and blushing. This is going to be interesting. “Do you not like the fact that it was an accident? Do you wish it was for real?” The look on Tristan’s face nearly made his burst out laughing. He looked like he was in a trance.

“I think I do wish that it was real.” Duke’s eye widened a bit, not expecting that answer at all.

“Oh...”

“May I kiss you again, Duke? For real, this time?”

“Why?”

“Because I want to, if it’s okay with you. Please?” How could Duke say no to that dumb, yet adorable, look of his.

“Well, okay, just don’t get carried away.”

Tristan nodded and leaned forward to capture Duke’s lips with his own once again. This time, it wasn’t just a faint touch, yet a full one. Duke wasn’t really the kissing type, much less being in a relationship. He was also a prune about so much anyway. The kiss they had earlier was actually his first. Most of his teenage life was spent running and robbing with outlaws in Sherwood *ChibiMisu: Robin Hood’s home! Yay! ^_^* He never really got a chance with relationships or lovers. Tristan knew what he was doing, since he and Jou were always girl/boy hunting back home.

The kiss was actually...nice. Tristan wasn’t getting carried away with him, but he had spoken to soon. He felt Tristan’s hand grip the back of his head and pull his face closer, pushing their lips together with more force. Duke gasped at the sudden action and opened his mouth to pull away, but Tristan wouldn’t let him go. Instead, he felt Tristan’s tongue enter his mouth, exploring the cavern with vigor.

Duke was to shocked to think about what to do, so he just let Tristan do what he was...doing. He felt the blankets being pushed down to his knees as Tristan pushed him down into the mattress. Tristan broke the kiss for a few breaths before going at it again. Duke whimpered as he was caught up in the moment; half his mind was saying ‘stop’ while the other part was saying ‘keep going’. He listed to the second part and wrapped his arms around Tristan’s shoulders.

Tristan took this as an advantage to be in control. Jou was right when he said that Duke would automatically be the bitch, although he didn’t like to use that particular word. When Jou had mentioned Duke’s name, he hit a nerve within Tristan. He had always had mixed feeling for Duke, but after his talk with Jou, Tristan actually found the correct feeling. He always did have a special place for Duke, and this action was just what he needed.

He threw his legs over onto the bed and covered Duke’s body with his own. He was careful not to lay his full weight on top of him, since he was still injured. He smiled into the kiss as he felt Duke’s tongue meekly start to meet his. He knew that Duke was new to all this, and he would go any further without Duke’s consent. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t fool around a bit. Everyone knew Duke was a tight ass (no pun intended) in general, but seeing him like this now would make anyone eat their words. Tristan always wanted to be someone’s first, and Duke was perfect for his wish!

Duke’s eyes shot open as he felt Tristan’s knees push his legs apart and settle between them. Now Tristan was going to far! He wasn’t ready for this yet! He had to get Tristan away from him before things get out of hand.

“Tristan! Stop!!” Tristan sat up on his forearms, looking down at Duke’s wide, frightened eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“You went to far! The kissing was one thing, thi this is just...no! Please, get off of me, you’re heavy!” Tristan sat up quickly.

“I’m so sorry, Duke, but I couldn’t help myself!” Duke glared up at him.

“Well, you should learn! If you’re looking for a lover, you are not going to obtain them by just jumping into it! Geez, no wonder you always had one night stands back home!” Tristan pouted.

“That was mean, Duke!”

“I know, that’s why I said it. Now move away from me so I can get some sleep! You reek of horses and you’re covered in grime.” Tristan brows drew in a frown.

“I can’t help it, Duke! This is my job!” Duke scoffed.

“You could at LEAST wipe yourself off with a rag or something! There’s no reason to be walking around covered in dirt when you could easily do something about it.” Tristan shot up from bed in a furry, starling Duke. Without a word, Tristan stormed to the other end of the loft where a large hay pile stood.

Duke watched silently as Tristan gathered a sack of oats for a pillow and a used horse blanket. Duke lo to to the right of him and saw the blanket rack empty. When he first came in, he saw a freshly made horse blanket on the rack. He looked down and saw the same blanket that covered him. He looked over at Tristan with a regretful look. He realized now that Tristan gave him the clean blanket and bed, while he was stuck with the dirty ones.

Duke knew that Tristan could just throw him out of his place, and Duke wouldn’t blame him. He was upset about the whole kissing and “almost sex” stuff that he had said some pretty cruel things. Tristan was always sensitive with words and Duke knew he had struck a nerve. Tristan laid with his back to him, squirming around a bit to get comfortable. He felt guilty: very guilty. He knew now, from that performance, that Tristan likes him, maybe even loves him. Duke smiled at the thought as it crossed his mind, but it quickly faded, and he frowned. Whatever chance he had at love, he just blew it with is big mouthybe.ybe...maybe he could get Tristan to forgive him. Tristan was quick to forgive, he knew. He might still have a chance!

“Tris?” No answer, so he tried again. “Tristan?” Still no reply from him; Duke pouted. He struggled to sit up on the bed to get a better look at his friend. “Tristan? I’m sorry for what I said before. I...I was just scared from the kissing and all, and I wasn’t thinking strait. I didn’t mean what I said.” Tristan didn’t even turn around, but remained still. “It’s a cold night,” Duke started “The...the bed is big enough for you to fit. I don’t mind sharing at all.” Still there was no reaction from Tristan. Duke hung his head in defeat, figuring that Tristan must really be angry with him.

Sighing, he slowly laid back down the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. He wished for sleep to come, but he remained awake. The guilt about what he said to Tristan and his possible chance at love nagged in his mind. He felt like shit. Tristan gave him the best of what he had and he had the nerve to make fun of his friend. He was just trying to be hospitable. Duke once again forced himself into a sitting position and swung his leg over the bed.

Slowly, he got to his feet but wobbled a bit as he tried to stand. His legs ached and his back was just stiff. Duke pushed the pain aside and hobbled over to wear Tristan laid. If Tristan was going to sleep on the hay, then he would too! There’s no reason why he can get the bed after what he said and let Tristan lay on the hay.

When he finally made it to the hay, he heard snoring coming from Tristan. He must already be asleep, Duke thought to himself. Silently, he wobbled around the hay stack to meet with Tristan’s face. Sure enough, Tristan was sound asleep, but had an angry look. Duke gulped and slowly sat down on his knees before sliding in next to Tristan. He laid under the blanket, his nose wrinkling at the smile, but he didn’t care. Tristan made no more to show he was awake, so Duke scooted closer to the warm body. It was a cold night and Tristan’s body was more warm than the bed. Feeling good about his decision, Duke closed his eyes as sleep quickly claimed him. He deal with Tristan’s reaction in the morning.

Down in the wine cellar, completely cut off to anyone and anything, a group of men gather in secret. Pegasus sat on a wobbly chair while the other men, including Keith, were forced to stand or sit on ale barrels. They were there to elaborate on the plans.


“Keith, is there any news you have for us?” Pegasus asked.

“Nothing new, Peg. No one has caught on to us, but some are probably wondering why we haven’t headed back home yet.” Pegasus folded his hands and nodded.

“We will be leaving fairly soon, Keith. Yami won’t mind if we stay for a couple of days. We can head out the day after tomorrow. We have to round up our men back home. So far, everything is going according to plan.”

“Not quite.” Everyone looked at one of their men as he walked down the cellar steps. “I wasn’t sure if I was right about this, but when we had that meeting earlier today, I happened to notice a little green eyed vixen peeking down at us from the roof.” Everyone gasped. “I wasn’t sure if it was an animal at the time, but then I saw through the window that English outlaw, what was his name again?”

“Duke?” Keith said, almost in a growl.

“Yeah, that’s it. Well, I saw him running for the stables.” Keith growled at the man.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?!”

“I didn’t want to jump to conclusions and stir up trouble! He could have just been passing by too. But I heard through the grapevine that Duke tried to ride Marik’s horse to tell Yami about something important, which I know is about us, and the horse threw him. He lost all his memory about meeting Yami and the others. He only remembers his two childhood friends, and I put two and two together, and I realize that it WAS Duke who was spying on us.” Keith slammed his fist into his hand.

“That cheap ass English tramp! I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance! Damn it!” Pegasus smirked.

“Calm down, Keith. You heard what the man said, Duke lost his memories of us.”

“I know Peg, but he still poses as a threat to our plans!” Pegasus nodded.

“Indeed, he does. His memories could come back at any time, or they could stay lost for the rest of his life. But, I have the perfect idea that will settle all of this.” Everyone looked at Pegasus in awe. “However, Keith, it involves you, and I don’t think you’ll like it.” Keith frowned. “But, it would be the best cover up for you. Duke already has a pin on you, he knew we were up to something. I say, we bring him with us.”

“What!?” Keith nearly yelled. “That’s crazy! Duke wouldn’t go with us, memories or not!” Pegasus smiled.

“That’s where you come in, dear nephew.” Keith raised an eyebrow.

“What do you have in mind?”

“At dinner, Yami announced his engagement with Yugi.”

“He’s marrying that twirp?” Pegasus nodded.

“And the whole thing has Yami punched drunk with love. He’s extremely excited about it.” Keith crossed his arms.

“And what does that have to do with anything?!”

“Yami will start pressuring everyone to get married, since he’s on cloud nine right now. I think, as a peace offe for for a time, you should ask Yami to give you Duke’s hand in marriage.” All the men froze, including Keith. “Why so shocked? It would be a peace offering and Yami would be happy that you’re following in his ways.” Keith broke from his frozen state.

“But, I don’t want to follow Yami’s ways!” Pegasus held his hand up to stop Keith from talking.

“If you ask to marry Duke, Yami can deny you nothing to keep the peace between the family. We want him to think that you’re settling down at your home with a friend of his. Believe me, we don’t’ want him to think we pose as a threat to him. He will do whatever it takes to not have the family code broken, so Duke is as good as yours. Also, he will remain with us should he gets his memories back, and then he can’t do anything about it. Do you see my point, Keith?”

“Yeah Peg, I do, but marry?! Yami knows ore ore NEVER to get married!”

“So you changed your mind, simple enough. This would prove to be the best thing for us, with Duke in our care. Besides, having a spouse by your side is good for appearances. It should do you good.” Keith sighed in defeat.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

“Good boy.”

“But that doesn’t mean I have to like it!” Pegasus just laughed.

“Of course, my dear boy! You can do whatever you want with him once he’s yours, and Yami can’t say anything about it. Knock Duke around a few times if you are angry. It would keep you from breaking all the house plants. A punching bag and a stress reliever! Just think about, Keith.” Keith chuckled.

“Yeah, you’re right. I guess it wouldn’t be so bad, and I wouldn’t be bored.” Pegasus clapped his hands together.

“See, everything works out my way!”

End chapter 17

I know, I’m mean! T_T But, it adds some spice to the plot, doesn’t it? ^_^ Next chapter should be up VERY soon!!