The Viking Brothers

Anyway, here’s the next chapter. There is a BakuraxRyou lemon in this chapter! Oh, and about the whole rabbit thing, it's true, I did write about there being rabbits in England in the first chapter, but that was before I found out about rabbits not being native to england. I had just forgotten that I had wrote about them. ^^'' I fixed it. gomen everyone.

So, read on fellow Vikings!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh


The Viking Brothers


Chapter 18: The Marriage Proposal


Tristan yawned as he woke from his sleep, blinking his eyes opened. He smacked his lips as he sat up, scratching the back of his head. The hay was poking him sharply in his back all night, but he dealt with it. That damn Duke! He should have just thrown his ungrateful ass out of his bed and make HIM sleep on the hay! See how he liked it! Tristan was just so infuriated that the only thing he could do at the time was walk away from Duke. If he had stayed longer and let Duke finish mocking him, he might have hauled off and slapped him one. Duke just went to far with that mouth of his sometimes, even when they were kids he had that mouth running.

“Some people never change.” Tristan yawned out as he stretched his legs, suddenly coming in contact with something fairly warm. Confused, he looked down next to him and was about to scream in either shock or fright, not knowing what it was laying beside him. It had the blanket covering its body, so he couldn’t see a thing. He quickly clamped his hands over his mouth to keep himself silent. If it was an animal, he didn’t want to wake it.

Taking a knife out from his boot, he readied his hand to pull the covers down. With a gulp and the raise of the blade. Quickly, he threw the blanket off and brought the blade down with force, but stopped himself as he saw what it was: Duke. All curled up on the hay and shivering slightly. What was Duke doing here!?

“Holy God, I almost killed him!!” Tristan threw the knife across the room and shook Duke awake. “Wake up, Duke! Now!!” He didn’t know if he was angry about almost killing him or because he was laying beside him.

“Mm...Tris?” He heard Duke mumbled and watched as one green eye open. “You’re awake.”

“What the hell are you doing here?! Why aren’t you in the bed!? You’re injured and should be on a flat surface, not a hay pile?! What’s wrong with you!?” Duke sat up on his arm and looked at Tristan with a regretful look.

“I...I wanted to apologize for what I said last night.” Tristan raised an eyebrow, completely confused. “You gave me your bed, fresh clean blankets and waited on me. You didn’t have to do that, but you did anyway and took the worst of things just so I could be comfortable. I shouldn’t have said such mean things about you when you’re being so kind to me.” Tristan was a little surprised at hearing an apology from Duke. Usually, he broke people down so fast that THEY were always the first to apologize. Duke must have really been beating himself up all night to work up that apology. How could he say other wise?

“Well, I forgive you, but why are you sleeping here?” Duke blushed lightly and looked down at the hay, where he noticed a bug, but ignored it.

“Realizing how mean I was to you, I decided by myself that I didn’t deserve to use what was yours. I should be the one sleeping on hay, and since you’re to big to carry, I just laid down beside you.” Tristan noticed the blush and decided to ask about last night.

“What did you think of that kiss? Or rather, those KISSES?” Duke’s flush became brighter as he turned his face away from his friend.

“Um...I...I really don’t know what to say. That’s never happened to me before.” He looked back at Tristan. “Did you like it?” Tristan smiled.

“Of course I did, or I wouldn’t have gone back for more!” Duke sweatdropped. “But you mean to tell me, after running with all those outlaws, nothing ever happened between ANY of you?” Duke sat up strait in defense, but quickly felt his back spark pains and he leaned forward.

“Of course we didn’t! We were comrades in arms! We couldn’t go around fucking each other! We have to HIDE in the woods, not bring English soldiers strait to us! To much noise during sex, and we couldn’t afford to be caught!” Tristan blinked, then burst out laughing. “What the hell is so funny!?”

“I can’t believe it! So you and your “comrades” took a vow of chastity?! Shouldn’t you be men of the church rather than men of the woods?” Duke sneered.

“That’s not what I mean! We just don’t want to attract attention with pleasure screams! Sounds ECHO in the woods, you know!” Tristan was still snickering.

“Then you should have gagged yourselves so you wouldn’t cry out!” Duke pouted, damn, he couldn’t fight that one. “You don’t need to be a scholar for that one, Duke.”

“It’s none of your business what we did in the woods!” Duke said, crossing his arms. “You just don’t understand because both your mind, and Jou’s, was always, and still is, in the gutter! I on the other hand, value my body, and don’t give it out freely like Malik and Jou! What’s wrong with having a little respect for yourself!?” Tristan wiggled his shoulders up and down.

“La-de-da! Aren’t you just the VirMaryMary.” Duke glared.

“Don’t you have some horses to feed or something!?” Tristan gasped.

“Shit that’s right! I almost forgot!” He scrambled to get up, nearly pushing Duke over in his attempt.

“Hey, watch it!!” Tristan ignored him and quickly bent down to scoop him up. “Wha-“ Tristan cut him off.

“You’re coming with me. I can’t trust you up here all alone, so you’ll just have to sit on sacks of oats while I do my work.” Duke frowned.

“That’s all I get to do?!” Tristan nodded as he carried him down the loft steps.

“Yeah. The doctor said for you to rest and stay off your feet. So, you’ll just have to deal with it!” Duke pouted and crossed his arms, looking like a spoiled child who didn’t get his way. Tristan thought he looked so cute with that ‘spoiled brat’ look, and couldn’t help but smile a bit.


Yami’s Room:

“Yami? Yami? Yami, wake up.” Yugi said softly as he shook him. There was no response from Yami. “Yami darling, please get up.” Yami moaned and quickly buried his head under the pillow.

“Few more minutes....” Yugi giggled at Yami’s slurred words as he pulled the pillow away from Yami’s head.

“Wakey, wakey Yami!” Yami groaned and pulled the covers over his head.

“No!” He whined.

“Yami, we’re going to be late for breakfast! Seto came a few minutes ago to tell us that the food is being served! Even Beowulf went down to breakfast already, and he’s a pet!” Yami moaned.

“Yugi, I’m the Master and Lord of this house. What I say GOES, and I will always have the lion’s share of the food. For me, and you, the food isn’t going anywhere!” Yugi rolled his eyes.

“But Yami, I’m hungry now.”

“Then you go.” Yugi pouted.

“But I don’t want to go alone, Yami. I want to be with you!” Yami didn’t budge.

“Seto is up with the fucking sun! It’s TOO early for me! Take Annar with you!”

“I can’t. I gave him to the maid to be fed by the wet nurse. He’s having his breakfast!” Yami still didn’t move.

“Yugi, I am sleeping. I rule this household, and I can come down to breakfast at WHATEVER time I want. The food waits on ME, I don’t wait on IT!” Yugi stomped over to the bed and yanked the covers off of Yami. “WHAT THE HELL?!”

“It’s time to get up, Yami! You are Lord of this castle, yet you make poor Seto do most of the work! That’s not right, Yami.” Yami sat up with a murderous glare.

“Hey, it’s what I PAY him to do! He’s my advisor for crying out loud! It’s his damn job!”

“Why aren’t your brother’s your advisors?” Yami let out a laugh.

“Those two? Are you crazy! They have NO common sense whatsoever! Seto knows what he is doing, ands its it RIGHT. Now stop bothering me and give me back the covers!” Yugited ted sadly and did what he was told, handing the covers back to Yami. Yami took them with force and threw the sheets over his head. “Now go eat!”

“Okay Yami.” Yugi said softly, his shoulders slumping. “Have a nice sleep now, sorry to wake you.” He turned from the bed and walked slowly to the door, hoping Yami would call after him. When he didn’t get an answer, he sighed and left the room.

Walking down the long hallway, he happened to noticed Marik coming up from the opposite side of him. He looked determined, or angry. Yugi slowed in his walk, holding his breathe as Marik came closer. Even though he had spent a lot of time with Yami’s brothers, they both still terrified him, but Marik most in general. He was definitely the biggest of the Bolverk brothers, which confused Yugi to an extent. Why didn’t they look alike? There wasn’t ONE feature that they all shared as siblings should. Well, they shared equal tempers, but that didn’t count. He’d have to remember to ask Yami about that. He gulped as Marik noticed him and hurried up to him. Yugi ‘eeped’.

“Hey, have you seen Malik anywhere?”

“Malik? Well, last I heard from Ryou he was resting in the servant quarters. Is something wrong?” Marik scratched the back of his head.

“Kinda, but it’s not important.” Marik looked down at him. “Damn you’re short!” Yugi pouted, that saying gets old after awhile. “I used to eat little guys like you for lunch when I was younger!” Marik grinned such a way that Yugi was about to turn and run. He looked like a psycho! Then, Marik started laughing. “Don’t be scared, I’m not going to eat you!” Yugi smiled, let out his breathe. “I’ll just nibble a bit.” Yugi ‘eeped’ as Marik lunged for him, but quickly darted under his legs.

Marik laughed as he started chasing Yugi up and down the hall, running slow on purpose as not to catch him right away. He wasn’t really going to eat him, he just liked to put the fear of the gods in people. He smiled as he remembered doing the same to Bakura when he was little, and loving the sound of his crying as he hid under their mother’s dress. Now that Yugi was going to be his brother-in-law, he was excited that he’d have someone to taunt and tease again.

“GOTCHA!”

“AIIIIEEEE!!” Yugi screamed as he was caught. Marik’s hand gripped the back of his tunic and he was lifted up into the air. Yugi started flailing his arms and legs as he was hanging by his shirt. Marik just grinned stupidly, enjoying the struggle. “Put me down, please!! Don’t eat me!! Please don’t eat me!!”

“But you look so tasty.”

“I’ll...I’ll give you a stomach ache!!”

“I’ll take the chance!!” He turned Yugi around so they were face to face and licked his lips. “Down the hatch...”

“MARIK!” Marik looked pasted a hanging Yugi to see an angry Yami, with his hands on his hips. “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t tease Yugi like you did Bakura. Why don’t you grow up!” Marik smirked and put Yugi back down to the floor. Yugi squeaked and ran to Yami, hiding behind him.

“I wasn’t going to eat him, Yami!” Yami rolled his eyes.

“I know you weren’t, but you scared him! Keep your hands OFF of my fiancé!” He reached behind him and took Yugi’s hand. “Let’s go, Yugi. You woke me up now.” Yugi eeped as he was drug by Yami down the hallway, looking back at Marik who rubbed his stomach and wiggled his eyebrows. Yugi’s face paled as he trotted behind Yami, glad to be getting away from Marik.

Bakura’s room:

Ryou moaned as he tossed and turned on the bed. He opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling, his stomach doing flip flops. What had happened? He had a drink, then did something with Bakura. Probably sex. That ale wasn’t settling well with him. He could just feel it in the pit of his stomach...and it was making its way back up! Ryou threw a hand to his mouth and hurried to get out of bed, not bothering about his nakedness. He ran to the window and threw open the shutters, and began vomiting that one thing of ale he had.

Bakura jerked awake, mumbling something about pineapples. He heard the familiar sound of vomiting and noticed Ryou wasn’t next to him. Ah, the morning after you’ve first been drunk. However, he couldn’t remember what his first morning was like after getting drunk. Whatever. He laughed lightly as he saw Ryou hanging out of the window, his shoulders moving up and down with heavy breathing.

“You brought up only a single goblet of ale? Boy, you can’t hold your liquor, can you?” Ryou coughed as he pulled himself from the window.

“I don’t feel good....” Bakura put his hands behind his head and yawned.

“That’s not what you said last night, sugar.” Ryou actually glared at him over his shoulder.

“I don’t care what I said last night! The least you could is have some compassion, you worthless son of a whore.” Bakura jerked his head back to Ryou, who covered his mouth in shock by his own language.

“What did you just say to me?” Bakura asked in a threatening tone. Ryou trembled in fear as Bakura’s death glare seemed to bore into his soul, freezing it in its place. Bakura threw the covers off and quickly got out of bed, doing up his pants. “I don’t think I heard you quite clearly the first time.”

“I...I...” Bakura stalked over to him slowly with the look of a predator who had just cornered it’s pray. Ryou backed away in fear, his hand s at at his mouth. Why would he say something horrid like that?! That wasn’t like him. Bakura had backed him up to a wall and Ryou pushed back flat against it.

Bakura ripped his hand away from his mouth and twisted his wrist painfully. Ryou cried out as Bakura forced him to floor, twisting with all his might. Ryou was shocked his bones hadn’t cracked yet. The pain from his wrist traveled down his arm as his body was forced onto his legs in an odd position. He turned his face from Bakura, not wanting to see the demon-ish look on his master’s face.

“I-I-I’m s-sorry, master! P-please...please forgive me!” Bakura gave the wrist a jerk, making Ryou cry out again. “I-I didn’t mean to say what I did!! AH!” Bakura was now twisting his arm, the pain nearly blinding Ryou’s already semi blurred vision. “It’s...It’s the ale, master! The ale!!”

“I’m sure that’s what it was. But, if you ever, EVER, speak to or refer to me like that again, I will slit these pretty little wrists, watch you bleed to death, then feed your body to the pigs.” Ryou’s eyes widened in pure fright at the threat Bakura just made. “And believe me, if those pigs are hungry enough, they’ll tear you limb from limb, and bury any remains in the mud. No one will ever find your body.” Ryou whimpered as he nodded. “Remember my words, Ryou.”

Bakura let go of Ryou’s wrist and walked away, ignoring Ryou’s sobs. He picked up his green tunic top from the floor and slipped it over his head. Hanging on the bed post was his robe and he threw it to Ryou, motioning for him to put it on. He grabbed a belt from a nearby chair and fastened it around his waist. He was getting ready to put his deer hide wrist guards on, but the sudden touch from behind startled him. Ryou’s small hands had wrapped themselves around his chest, and his soft body push up against his back. He didn’t move but felt wetness dampening his shirt. He could hear Ryou sobbing, and no doubt it was his tears.

“What is it?” There was a sniff before he talked.

“I’m so sorry for what I said, Bakura. You did not deserve to be spoken to that way. You are my master and I your slave. I should behave like one. Please master, I beg your pardon?”

Ryou squeezed him tighter and continued to sob. Bakura sighed silently as Ryou’s words made their way into his head. Ryou told him that he was his master. At least he was admitting that Bakura held authority over him. And yet....and yet there was something inside Bakura telling him that he was wrong. It was telling him that he wanted Ryou to be more to him than just a plain slave.

“But...master?”

“Yes?” Bakura asked, still not moving.

“Can a...can a slave lo-...love his master?” Bakura’s eyes widened in shock and surprise. Did he just hear that right? Did he just hear the “L” word directed to him?!

“Why do you love me?” Ryou hid his face in Bakura’s back, clutching the tunic.

“I...I can’t help it, master. I just do. I’ve loved you for a long time, even back at the camp.” Ryou paused. “But, if it is okay, master, even if you don’t or never return my feelings, may I still feel the same about you? This is all I will ever ask of you.” Bakura let his head back to his shoulders, sighing in confusion. He had to say something.

“Even if I told you ‘don’t love me anymore’, you would anyway. Feelings cannot be controlled, Ryou. That is the one piece of freedom you have.” He swore he could feel Ryou smile on his back.

“Thank you, master. This means the world to me.” Bakura quickly changed the subject, all this mush being to much for him.

“Do you feel any better?”

“Much better now that I threw up my dinner.” Bakura chuckled.

“You were quite the wanlastlast night in bed. You should get drunk more often, I like it.” Ryou frowned into Bakura’s back.

“If you wish me to be drunk, master, then I will hurry down to the kitchen now and get some ale. If you want me to be drunk all the time, then I’ll carry some around with me. Just as long as I please you, master, that’s enough for me.”

Bakura’s eye began to twitch. He wasn’t sure if he was angry or overjoyed at Ryou’s words. For some reason, what Ryou just said to him pulled at his heart strings. Did Ryou really “love” him that much to be so completely obedient? Actually OFFERING to be drunk all the time just to please him?! What the hell was going on here? He couldn’t have feelings for-no. No, he had no feelings towards Ryou other than pity; pity for being so weak and helpless.

“No, you don’t have to get drunk now, once in awhile would be nice. Besides, I’m not sure which side of you I like better, the wanton one or the innocent one.” Ryou suddenly pulled away from Bakura.

“I don’t need to be drunk to be wanton, master.” Bakura turned around as his brows went up in surprise, not expecting his innocent slave to say something like that. His breathe caught in his throat at the sight that greeted him. His robe was to big on Ryou, making him appear smaller than he was. The fabric slipped down Ryou’s white shoulder to expose most of his right side. He had a calm, yet alluring look to him, and Bakura grew hard within a second.

Ryou gBakuBakura a tiny smile as he fell to his knees, facing the healthy bulge in Bakura’s pants. He pulled the leggings down just enough to free Bakura’s member. Bakura smirked as Ryou licked his lips and gripped his erection in his slim hand. Ryou licked the tip a few times before taking Bakura completely into his mouth. Bakura moaned loudly and gripped the top of Ryou’s hair, thrusting his hips into that hot mouth.

Ryou swallowed him whole and moaned softly, sending short, tingling vibrations through Bakura’s body. Bakura growled as he placed his hand behind Ryou’s head and began shoving his erection even further down Ryou’s throat. Ryou didn’t seem to mind but just moaned in pleasure, creating more vibrations. Bakura looked down at Ryou and the act he was preforming. He sure was a fast learner, Bakura noted. As if he had heard him, Ryou opened his eyes and looked up at his master; those eyes heavily lidded with what could only be pleasure. Bakura felt himself ready to cum, but he wanted to do it inside his slave, and not his mouth. Gently, he pulled Ryou’s head away from his member. Ryou looked questionably up at him.

“I want to be inside you when I come. Lie down on the bed, Ryou.” Ryou got up and hurried over to the bed, stripping himself of the robe. He laid back on the bed and spread his legs, waiting for Bakura. Bakura refused to get naked after he had just gotten dressed, so he left his erection springing from his pants and jumped onto the bed. Quickly, he settled himself between Ryou’s legs and ground against him roughly.


Ryou moaned and met Bakura’s lips in a kiss. They kept the kiss soft and gentle rather than hard and demanding. Ryou’s other hatroktroked the back of Bakura’s hair and pulled his head down to deepen the kiss. He drug his thin pale legs up and down Bakura’s thighs, moaning as he did. He felt Bakura growing exceptionally hard and became more excited himself.

Bakura’s hand broke away from Ryou’s as he slowly slid it down the boy’s body to stroke one of the creamy thighs that teased him so. Ryou’s hands slid up and down Bakura’s strong, muscular back, marveling at the texture. He could never get over how hard and rough Bakura’s body was compared to his. It always made him feel all hot and bothered.


Bakura’s lips moved down from his mouth to attack the pale neck. Ryou’s head fell back as he moaned in pleasure. Bakura held the back of his neck up so he could feast hungrily on it. He drug his tongue up and down the smooth neck, making Ryou gasp and writhe under him.

“Mmm...Master...” he panted out. “Please. Stop teasing me!” Bakura looked down at him, smirking evilly.

“Eager aren’t we?” He chuckled “I guess you can be wanton without being drunk.” Ryou nodded.

“No preparation, just do it...”

“What?! Ryou, you know I don’t like doing that!” Ryou shook his head and held Bakura’s face lovingly.

“I want to please you, master, and I know what makes you happy. Please, I want you! Now...!” He writhed on the bed. “Take me hard...! Like before!” Bakura positioned his hips, taking one of Ryou’s hands in his.

“Ready?”

“More than ready!” Bakura entered Ryou in one thrust, making Ryou moan in pain and pleasure. Bakura paused to let Ryou become adjusted, but Ryou thrust his hips forward, urging him on. Bakura let go and started a powerful, heavy rhythm of thrusts. Ryou screamed out his pleasure every time Bakura hit his prostate. He wrapped his arms around Bakura’s back and drug his tails along the muscles as Bakura pounded him into the bed. The bed rocked against the wall with every thrust, banging loudly. Ryou could actually feel the bed moving back and forth, and he loved it.

“More....ah!! Ah!! Faster!!!” He had to take short ths ths to speak, the deep thrusting taking away some of his air. Bakura was now throwing his whole wait into the thrusting, making Ryou cry out. “Harder...!” Bakura sped up, making Ryou’s eyes roll in the back of his head and let out a shriek of pleasure. “I want more Master...!”

Bakura grunted out, not pausing in his motions. Ryou screamed his pleasure to the ceiling while clawing at his back almost painfully. Ryou had screamed himself hoarse by now, and Bakura just didn’t seem to be letting up! Bakura pulled Ryou up and sat him on his lap while he thrust up into Ryou’s tight wet heat. Ryou hugged Bakura’s shoulders and started to push down on the burning cock inside of him.

Bakura fell back on the bed and let Ryou ride him widely. This was a side he never saw of Ryou, but he liked it. Ryou bounced up and down on Bakura’s shaft, moaning uncontrollably. Bakura gripped his hips tightly and aided in the bouncing, increasing Ryou’s pleasure. Ryou couldn’t help but lean down and kiss Bakura while still thrusting his hips. Bakura didn’t protest the kiss and bit down on Ryou’s lip, drawling blood. He sucked on the wound he had made.

“Cum for me, Ryou!” Bakura threw them backwards so Ryou was once again on his back. He had to grip the head board as Bakura banged into him. He cried and shrieked his pleasure to the sky, the sight of his lover only increasing the flame that grew strong inside him. Ryou couldn’t take it anymore and with a long, pleasured cry, he came all over his stomach. He lay like dead weight on the bed, moaning lightly at Bakura’s still powerful thrusts jabbed his already tingling prostate. Then, he felt Bakura still, and warmth flow all through his body. Bakura let out a groan and fell onto Ryou, both breathing heavily.

“Now THAT is a breakfast food!” Bakura got up off of Ryou and stuffed himself back into his pants. “Hurry and get dressed before Marik takes all the good food.” Ryou nodded sadly and got off the bed to put his clothes on. Bakura was already out the door, leaving him to catch up on his own.

Servant Quarters:

Malik awoke in the servant quarters, feeling sick, tired, and depressed. Not a good combination. He watched silently as all the other servants hustled around, making to much noise for early morning. Malik had yet to move from the bed, and he didn’t plan to anytime soon. He felt like shit. He didn’t have any dinner, he was fucked by Keith, fucked up by Marik, and lost his ce ace at love. He was just batting a thousand.

No one noticed him lying in bed in the far corner, everyone just seemed to pass him. His stomach growled from hunger but he refused to move from the bed. The events of last night all to fresh in his head. Well, what could he do. It was all his fault and he got what he deserved.

“I’m such an asshole.” He said out loud to himself.

“An asshole I’m very familiar with.” Malik’s eyes widened as he recognized the deep voice.

“Marik?” He was right. Marik was standing over his bed with a genuine smile on his face. It almost looked frightening. When Marik reached his hand down to Malik, he turned his head away in fright, awaiting a slap or something. Marik rest his hand on Malik’s head, rubbing it gently. Malik looked up at him with big puppy eyes, and Marik couldn’t help but smile again.

“I’m sorry, Malik. I over reacted.” Malik sat up in the bed, taken by surprise at Marik’s words. “I shouldn’t have done what I did to the person I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, right?” Malik just looked at him, not sure if he should believe him. “Don’t be afraid, Malik. It will be alright, I promise. I love you, Malik.” Malik’s face lit up. “But don’t tell anyone I said that to you! I still have an ego, you know.” Malik began to cry as he hugged Marik close to him.

“I forgive you my dar!! I!! It was wrong what I did! You’re the only man for me, Marik. I mean it!” Marik returned his hug.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Malik. I was just so angry and jealous.” He smirked. “Your plan did work, lover.”

“What I did was to win you over. You and I ALWAYS get what we want, right?” Marik chuckled.

“Right. Lovers in crime!” They both laughed. “To even it out, I’ll let you have free range of beating me all day long.” Malik chuckled but didn’t break the hug.

“Maybe another day. I’m still sore from last night.” Marik frowned.

“I’m sorry.” He heard Malik’s stomach growl and smirked. “Someone’s hungry.” Malik nodded, finally breaking the hug.

“Lets go eat, Marik! I’m starving!”


“Me too. Come on little mink, I’ll carry you there!” Malik giggled and held his arms out to Marik who scooped him up with ease. “What do you say?” Malik smirked and licked the tip of Marik’s nose.

“I love you baby.”

“Damn strait!”

Everyone was sitting down for breakfast except Tristan and Duke. Yugi feed Yami bits of egg as he sat snugly in his lap. Malik was pestering Marik about something as he just ignored his lover and continue to eat. Seto was calmly eating his food while Jou had chipmunk cheeks full of food. Bakura was so busy talking to Ryou about the things he wants him to do, he wasn’t aware of Beowulf stealing his food whenever he turned his head.

Bakura looked back and noticed his egg was gone. He turned to talk to Marik, and Beowulf came up on the other side of him and took his bread. Ryou was trying not to giggle as he watched Beowulf take the food. Bakura took his fork in hand and saw his bread had disappeared now. His eyebrow twitched as he slowly turned his head to Marik, who happened to have a piece of bread in his mouth. Growling, he suddenly stabbed his fork into Marik’s hand.

“AHHH!! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?!” Marik shouted, holding his hand to his chest with big, moist chibi eyes. Bakura threw his fork down and crossed his arms angrily. The spat had now caught everyone’s attention at the table.

“Stop stealing my food, you prick!!” Marik glared.

“I didn’t take your damn food!” Bakura laughed.

“You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?! The only thing that’s bigger than your brain is your stomach, you fat free loader!” Bakura said and poked Marik’s belly. Marik countered.

“You’re no string bean yourself, dear brother!!” Yami growled and buried his face in Yugi’s neck.

“You’ll eat fucking ANYTHING that walks!” Bakura shouted back at Marik.

“It’s true!” Yugi suddenly piped up. “Marik tried to eat me this morning!!” Bakura gawked at his brother.

“Are you still doing that whole “I’m going to eat you” thing!?” Marik just grinned and started sharping his knife on his fork, giving Yugi a wink and licking his lips. Yugi squeaked and hid his face in Yami’s hair.

“I’t h’t help it, Bakura!” Marik said “I’m a big guy who needs to eat to maintain my stature!” He held up his hands. “I’d watch your mouth around me, Bakura. I tell you that all the time because one day, these hands are just going to squeeze the breathe out of you. And if you’re nice, maybe I’ll strangle you faster.” Yami chuckled.

“Those big hands are the reason why mom wouldn’t let you hold the cat.” Marik slammed his fists on the table.

“DON’T YOU GO BRINGING UP SMOKEY, YAMI!!” He screamed, making Malik cover his ears and Bakura just burst out laughing.

“Oh yeah, Smokey the cat!!” Ryou looked over at Yami.

“Was Smokey your cat?” Yami grinned.

“When we were young, father found a stray kitten and brought him home as a pet for us. Well, since Marik was so big for his age, mother wouldn’t let him hold nor play with cat in fear of snapping it’s neck or body in half!” Everyone started laughing, much to Marik’s embarrassment. Bakura smirked.

“Remember that time Mokuba caught a little chipmunk and was going to take it home as a pet, and Marik stepped on it!?” Yami burst out laughing.

“Oh, I remember that!! Priceless!” Seto frowned.

“Oh yeah, so funny when your poor baby brother was traumatized for a week.” Seto put his fork down. “How about the time when you and Yami were feeding that little brown field mouse that had wondered onto our table,” Bakura smiled.

“Oh yeah, Tickles the Mouse!” Seto looked over at Marik, who looked like he was ready to explode; his face was so red.

“And you two were all gaa gaa over how cute it was, and then Marik walked by and suddenly slammed his hand down onto it in a flash of lighting, smacking the poor thing flat?” Yami hung his head and said

“That was a sad, sad day for all of us.”

“Mice don’t belong on the table and you sure as hell shouldn’t feed one!” Malik tried to calm his lover down.

“It’s okay Marik, I can overlook the fact that you are a murderer of small, woodland animals.” Marik glared at him.

“Now don’t you start!!” Marik slammed his face on the table and kept it there. “Everyone is so mean to me...!! *whimper*” Jou tapped Seto on the shoulder.

“Love, look who just walked in.” Seto looked to the courtroom door and saw Keith and Pegasus walking towards them. He leaned over to Yami.

“You’re uncle and cousin are here, Yami.” Yami frowned as he noticed them walking with a purpose. This should be good. The p wap was silent as Keith and Pegasus ascended the dais. Yami forced himself to smile.

“Good morning gentlemen.” Keith nodded.

“Hey Yami, can we have a word with you in private?” Yami raised an eyebrow.

“If Seto can accompany me.” Keith looked at Seto and sneered.

“Fine, but only him!” Yami lifted Yugi up off his lap and sat him on the table. Seto got up from his chair and Jou quickly took the rest of his food. He was a growing boy too! The four men descended the dais steps and headed for the meeting room. Once they were inside and had shut the door, Marik and Bakura looked at each other and dashed to the meeting door. They pushed their ears up to it, trying to listen in on the conversation since they weren’t invited.

Inside, Yami and Seto sat at one end of the table while Keith and Pegasus sat at the other. Seto made eye contact with Pegasus who winked at him. Seto’s eyebrow twitched in disgust and he turned his attention back to Keith. Yami folded his hands on the table and sat up strait.

“What is it you want to talk to me about, Keith?”

“It’s about Duke.” Yami and Seto looked at each other.

“What about him?” Asked Yami, slightly confused. Keith crossed his arms.

“I heard your engagement speech to Yugi and it really moved me.” He tried to sound touched. “The way you looked and acted last night filled me with hope, and I want to experience that myself.”

“With Duke of all people?” Seto questioned. “I’m sad to say, Keith, that your chances with Duke is one in a hundred. He won’t agree NOR settle down with you.” Seto looked at Yami. “And how he acts, you think he should be carrying around a Bible rather than a bow.” Yami nodded.

“I would suggest looking elsewhere, Keith.” Yami said to him. Keith slammed his fist on the table.

“No, I want Duke! I don’t see what is so hard about this? Stop trying to talk me out of it!”

“We’re not trying to talk you out of it, Keith.” Yami said “We just think that Duke isn’t the best mate for you. I’m sure there are other-“

”Gods be damned, Yami! I won’t look elsewhere, I want Duke NOW.” Pegasus placed his hands on Keith’s shoulders and spoke.

“Yami, Keith only wants to be happy. You see how miserable he is all the time, he just needs a hug once in awhile.” Keith frowned angrily. “Don’t deny your darling cousin a life mate. Don’t you want peace and happiness within the family? Your parents would want it that way.” Yami knew his uncle’s words were true and couldn’t afford to have any confrontations.

“Very well,” He sighed “I give you Duke to take as you please.” Seto gawked at him, shocked at Yami’s answer. He should have figured much, that “keep the peace” shit always stuck a nerve in Yami. “Is there going to be a ceremony?” Keith shook his head.

“No, just sign the papers so we can get a move on back home.” Yami perked up.

“Oh, you’re leaving already?” Keith nodded.

“We plan to leave tomorrow. I want Duke packed and ready to ride with us, got that?”

“Yes.” Yami said with a small sigh. “Is that all?”

“Yup, you can return to your breakfast now. Thank you, cousin.” Pegasus smiled as he walked to the door.

“Thank you for being so understanding, Yami. Your mother would be congratulating you.”

“Thank you uncle.” The two left the meeting room, quite satisfied with themselves. Seto tapped his fingers angrily on the table, glaring at Yami. “What? I had to do it, Seto! I don’t need to start a quarrel!”

“Yami, I know you were put in a tight spot, but you could have fought back a little more!”

“It wouldn’t have done any good. Keith has his mind set and I can’t change it.” Seto sighed.

“I just feel horrible for Duke. First off, he’s Jou’s friend, and he’ll be torn if Duke leaves. Second, from what I hear from Jou, Duke and Tristan are moving in on one another. And third, we know Keith isn’t a gentle lover and Duke’s a-“

”I know Seto, but what’s done is done, no two ways about it. I feel for Duke too, but I can’t deny Keith anything, which just makes my blood boil!” Seto sighed.

“Well, let’s go break the news to the others. I’ll have Jou summon Duke. He should be staying with Tristan in the stables.” Yami frowned.

“Let’s hope nothing romantic happens between those two overnight.”



Duke lounged on a hammock that Tristan had made for hrom rom some horse blankets. Well, he more or so “ordered” Tristan to make him more comfortable if he was to stay in these stables. He was having a hard time reading the book he made Tristan get for him, since the whole thing was in Norse. He could speak a decent amount of the language, but still had difficulty with reading it. Frustrated, he slammed the book shut and dropped it carelessly to the floor. He decided to search for Tristan and demand an English book. Yami was sure to have SOMETHING in English, since he could speak the language fluently.

Duke spotted Tristan entering the stables carrying two long, flat boards of wood on his shoulder. He placed them on the floor and wiped the sweat from his brow before hurrying over carry the sacks of oats. Duke just watched him run back and forth, and not even pausing his work.

“Hey Tris, why don’t you slow down a little? I’m getting tired just watching you!” Tristan was now hauling hay into a wagon.

“Can’t. This work needs to be done before dinner.” Duke rolled his eyes.

“Then take a rest for a bit! It’s no good putting so much strain on your body!” Duke nearly shouted at him, but smiled slightly. ‘That strain sure did build his body up though!’ he thought to himself. ‘He was a string bean back in the day.’

“I can rest tonight.” He continued shoveling. “This has to be done so don’t worry. You just lie back and relax, okay?” Duke nodded and turned his head to the side, facing the wall. Now he could understand why Tristan was always so dirty and smelly. The poor guy worked as hard as a mule, and refused help from anyone else. How could he blame the guy?

“Hello ladies!” Both looked over to Jou who practically skipped into the stables.

“Seto fucked you senseless all last night, huh?” Tristan said, going back to his shoveling.

“Nah, not really. He had a long day, so we only screwed once. But then, we cuddled, and cuddled, then we cuddled some more!” Duke smirked.

“Yes, but did you cuddle?”

“Because I’m overjoyed right now, Duke, I’ll let you get away with that big mouth.” Tristan ignored their babble.

“What brings you here, Jou? Shouldn’t you be tending to the dogs?” Jou snorted.

“It just so happens, I was sent by Seto to bring you two to see Yami. They seem upset about something, even Marik and Bakura looked a little wigged out.”

“Must be something important.” Duke said. “Lets go, Tristan.” Duke held his arms out to Tristan who walked over and picked him up.


“Aww!” Jou almost squealed. “Love has just began to bloom in the Bolverk Stables!”

“We’re not an item, Jou!” Duke said, not noticine sae sad look on Tristan’s face. “Lets go.”

So the three hurried across the court yard ent entered the castle. When they got to Yami and the others, they noticed how tense everyone looked. Tristan continued to hold Duke in his arms, and noticed the glare he got from Keith. What was HE doing here anyway?

“Did someone die?” Jou asked, confused at the silence. Yami cleared his throat.

“What I have to say is directed to Duke.” Duke pointed a finger at himself.

“Me?” Yami nodded.

“Duke, Keith has asked for your hand in marriage and I granted him his request.” All three froze on the spot. Duke was actually the first to come back to reality.

“WHAT?! I’m not some noble who needs to be married off! I’m a yeoman, a free man, and I’m entitled to my own rights! Who says you have ANY control over me?!” He shouted at Yami, who became angry with his tone of voice.

“I DO have control over you, Duke! As long as you live under my roof, sleep in my beds and eat my food, then I rule over you just like I do everyone else in this castle!”

“Then I’ll leave this castle right now and be rid of your rule!” Duke was furious! He couldn’t believe he was being used like this! Jou suddenly spoke up.

“What the hell does Keith see in Duke?! Why all of a sudden Keith wants to marry him?!” Keith waout out to answer when Yami did it for him.

“After my engagement to Yugi, Keith wanted to do the same; and actually has feelings for Duke.” Duke nearly fell out of Tristan’s arms.

“Well I don’t have feelings for him and I refuse to marry!!” Keith sneered.

“You have no choice in the matter! Yami has already signed the marriage papers and Seto co-signed. You’re mine now, so get used to it!”

Tristan couldn’t believat hat he was hearing. Duke was going to get married off? Just like that? To KEITH?! No, that can’t be! He and Duke were starting off on the right, well almost right foot. They were slowly opening up their arms to each other, and now Duke has to leave with Keith? Keith was going lay with Duke and take his innocence from him?! Tristan felt weak in the knees. That was going to be his job when they became “lovers”!

“No, I refuse!” Keith growled and jumped down from the dais,mpinmping over to Duke. Duke gripped Tristan’s tunic as Keith tried to pull him from Tristan’s arms. “NO! LET ME GO!! PLEASE!!”

“Let go, Tristan!” Keith said angrily. “Or I’ll be forced to kill you.” Tristan was still in fright over the words that were passed earlier, allowing Keith to grab a hold of Duke. Duke was took weak to kick, but he could still punch. Keith threw the boy over his shoulder and Duke screamed obscenities as he pounded his fists on Keith’s back. Keith hardly even felt them and just carried Duke off and out of the courtroom. Tristan knew they were off to consummate the marriage since Keith was just as sex crazed as Marik and Bakura. He found he couldn’t move at all as he watched his “lover?” disappear with another man, the doors closing with a long “bang!”.


End chapter 18

There will be a KeithxDuke rape scene in the next chapter, along with makeup sex between Marik and Malik, and if I have enough time, maybe throw a YamixYugi lemon in there. #^_^#