Danegold: The Viking Brother's Sequel

ChibiMisu here! Okay, next chapter up! ^_^ It’s kind of short, I’m sorry. *bows* Be warned, there is a lot of dialogue, but it is needed. There is also a BIG surprise! ^_^ Also a lemon.

This is also the end of Part II


Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN YUGIOH

Danegold: The Viking Brother’s Sequel


Chapter 17: Friendships Shattered

Malik stopped dead in his tracks as he opened the door to his hut. The sight that greeted him was something he’d hoped he never seen. The thought of this would not even have crossed his mind! But here it was, right in front of him, clear as day. His good friend Ryou was on his knees covered in essence which undoubtedly belonged to his husband. He took in Ryou’s nakedness and the semen sticking to his inner thighs. Even the smell was heavy in the air and Ryou’s look of pure terror just topped it all off. Marik was snoring loudly in his drunken sleep, the same as he always did when they made love.

Ryou was frozen in fright at the sight of his friend standing before him. The look on Malik’s face was what he would expect from the sight in front of him. Know he realized his mistake. It hit him like a ton of rocks. No matter how desperately he needed humanly comfort, he shouldn’t have sought it through someone else. He had completely forgotten about Malik and how his feelings would be hurt if he knew about this. Well, now he did. It was right in front of him and Ryou was ready to burst into tears.

“Malik….I-”

“What the hell is this?! I invite you stay with us and the moment my back is turned you fuck my husband?!”

“Malik please! That’s not what happened!”

Malik turned around and walked out, Ryou following behind him while trying to put his tunic top on. “Malik, please listen to me!!” he was crying now as he begged Malik to stop and listen to what he had to say. Malik swirled around glared at him with such loathing that it made Ryou cringe and back away. Malik had his hands on his hips and his fists were clenched at his sides.

“I…I…I-” Ryou found he couldn’t speak. The looked of hatred on Malik’s face struck him into silence.

“There is nothing to say, Ryou. You spread your legs for Marik while he was drunk. Enough said.”

“N..no! That’s not it! Please Malik-” He sobbed “I…I was feeling sad, and lonely, and I…it-it just happened! Marik was all over me one minute and the next thing I know we’re-” He stopped at that part. “I just wanted to feel loved…Marik thought I was you…and the sweet things he whispered-”

“Shut your mouth, Ryou!” Malik raised his voice and Ryou obeyed. “There are at least a hundred men here who could whisper sweet nothings in your ear, treat you nicely, and screw you into the bed! But that doesn’t change the fact that you slept with MY husband! You chose to fuck Marik in your desperate need of happiness without even thinking about MY feelings!” Ryou fell to his knees in front of him and sobbed.

“Please Malik! I never meant to hurt you! I know what I did was wrong! My heart was telling me ‘no’ but my body and mind were saying ‘yes’! I couldn’t help it and now I regret what I did!”

“It’s too late for that now, Ryou! What’s done is done, and nothing can change that!”

“I’m sorry, Malik.” Malik dropped his arms to his sides and clenched his fists even tighter than before.

“After all I’ve done for you…after all the times I stood up for you, this is how you repay me!” Ryou felt his heart sink to the pit of stomach and remain there. “You traitorous bitch!”

He was unprepared for Malik as he lunged at him, knocking him back onto the ground. He cried out as Malik grabbed his hair and started pulling it, sitting his weight on top of him. Ryou struggled, gripping the roots of his hair to keep them from pulling. He pushed Malik off of him and tried to get away but Malik tackled him again.

“AH! Malik!! Stop this!”

“For the first time I’m not the whore here!”

He hollered and when Ryou rolled over Malik landed him a punch. Ryou couldn’t help but fight back, so he gripped Malik’s hair and pulled hard on one side. Malik yelped and slapped Ryou with his free hand, the other going to his hair. The two rolled around on the ground, kicking and clawing. They drew quite a crowd of the camp inhabitants, some either cheering or yelling for help. Yugi saw the crowd and pushed his way through, gasping at the sight of his two friends fighting. He ran right into the brawl, trying to break the two apart. They ignored him and continued to claw each other.

“STOP IT, YOU TWO!” Yugi cried out. “YOU SHOULDN’T BE FIGHTING!!”

Keith and Seto finally came barreling through to help Duke. Seto grabbed Malik and pried him off of Ryou, pulling him away. Malik kept on kicking and pulling, trying to get out of Seto’s hold. He bit down on Seto’s forearm and he let out a hiss, letting go of him. Malik tried to attack Ryou again, but he ended up running strait into Keith’s chest who in turn grabbed him.

“LET ME GO!!” Malik hollered, trying to climb over Keith’s shoulder to escape. Seto came up to him and grabbed Malik by his arms, pulling him backwards. Keith grabbed his legs, still kicking, and the two carried Malik over to a water basin used for the horses. They dropped him into the water and Malik gasped as the coldness hit his body in a rush.

“What the hell was that all about?!” Seto asked him angrily as Malik relaxed into the water. His breathing was rapid and uneven. “How could you attack your best friend like that?! You’ve embarrassed us in front of the whole camp!” Malik ignored him and just glared up at the man. “And don’t you give me that look! Now what is this all about?”

“Fuck you!”

“Fine, I’ll find out from Ryou. Now you stay in there for a bit and cool off! Keith, watch him.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Keith said and sat down next to the water bucket. Malik just grumbled to himself and laid his head back, trying to calm his heavy breathing. He was going to kill Marik when was allowed up! Husband or not!

After Seto had talked to Ryou and found out what happened, he brought the boy back to Bakura. Ryou was hiding behind him, shaking like a leaf in a storm as they entered the hut. Bakura was sharpening his sword with a rock on the table and paused when he saw them come in. Seto tried to pull Ryou in front of him but the boy was latched onto him and wouldn’t let go. Bakura raised an eyebrow and put the sword down, leaning it up against the wall.

“What did he do now?”

Bakura asked, crossing his legs and arms. Ryou shrieked and tried to pull Seto out of the hut, but Seto was stronger. He grabbed Ryou and yanked him out in front of him. The boy let out a scream and tried to pull away. Bakura was completely confused, he’d never seen such fear in Ryou’s eyes.

“Settle down, Ryou!” Seto raised his voice and Ryou did so, his bottom lip quivering. Tears began to roll down his face as he turned away from Bakura, unable to face him. “Ryou has something to tell you. Now listen to me, Bakura. I want you to keep your temper even when he is talking to you. Don’t interrupt him until he is finished. I will be standing outside the hut incase things get out of hand.” Ryou looked up at Seto, his eyes begging him not to go. Seto pulled his wrist out of Ryou’s hand. “Remember what I said.” he turned away and left the hut, but stood outside the door like he said he would.

“So Ryou, what’s the problem here?” Bakura narrowed his eyes at him, tapping his foot. Ryou gulped and turned to stand in front of him, his body trembling. “Calm down, and just tell me what is wrong. What happened?” Ryou couldn’t look him in the eye, but he began talking.

“Um…well, after we had that little fight last night, I went and stayed with Malik. And last night, Marik came back to the hut, and he was drunk, and I was there before him.” He was starting to panic. “And he thought I was Malik, and things started to get a little out of hand and-” Bakura put his hand up.

“Wait, he didn’t rape you, did he?” Ryou gulped.

“Um..no, he didn’t rape me…I went along with it.” He twiddled his fingers and glanced up at Bakura, who had the death glare plastered on his face. “You see, I was so desperate for someone loving! Marik was so gentle and sweet, and he said things that only a lover would. I look at my friends and see how happy they are together, and I want that for us. I want to be happy like them. But I know you don’t want too, so I couldn’t help myself but sleep with Marik, who told me how beautiful I was, how much he loved me.”

“That bastard was talking about Malik, not you!”

“I know, but it was nice to pretend. I would have rather it be you who was talking to me like that, but I know that’s wishful thinking. I…I just want to be loved, Bakura. That’s all I want, and my heart belongs to you. You were my first and even though it wasn’t under the best circumstances, I still treasure it. I wish you could have been the only man I’ve ever slept with. Even if you like to go out and find others, I would have stayed just yours. I’m always waiting for you when you come back, aren’t I? I’m the one you always wake up to. I’m not the nameless whore who fucks and leaves. If you just tell me what those whores have that I don’t, I can work myself to be like them. If there is something I’m doing wrong, or something you crave that I can’t give you, please tell me so I can do it. I just want you to love me, Bakura.” The tears began to flow. “That’s all I want. I’m sorry for sleeping with Marik, I should have known better. I’ll take whatever punishment you give. Just….please…”

Bakura just sat there, staring at Ryou. The boy had just poured his heart out to him and he didn’t know how to handle it. He was angry about Marik sleeping with Ryou. Ryou was his and he didn’t want ANYONE touching him. Bakura was constantly battling his feelings for Ryou. He didn’t know what they were or how to go about expressing them. He knew his brother’s and friends talked about him and how mean he is to Ryou, but he didn’t know any other way. He was getting bored of those nameless whores time after time. After he was done with them, he never felt satisfied. Only when he was with Ryou did he truly enjoy himself.

“Ryou.” Ryou didn’t look up but he saw Bakura walking towards him. He braced himself for a hit and let out a short little whimper. No blows came, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and held him close. Ryou gasped as he felt himself pressed up against Bakura’s chest. His hold was strong, but gentle. It sent shivers down his spin. What was Bakura planning to do? “It’s alright, I’m not angry.” Ryou’s eyes widened, but he still couldn’t look up at him.

“Wha?”

“I said I’m not angry. I didn’t know that was how you felt about me. I never knew your feelings ran so deep. I am tired of those nameless whores. You are right, I do come home to you every night and wake up with you beside me. I like that, but I’ve been lying to myself. I don’t know how to handle love and emotions like you want, Ryou. But I can learn. If you can be patient with me, then I can be yours and yours alone. And I like you just the way you are. There is nothing about you I want to change. I don’t want you to match up to those whores that come and go. I want you to be you, and only you.”

Ryou’s heart stopped, he felt it. Everything Bakura just said was real. He knew it. The man was being honest, truly honest. He couldn’t believe his ears, Bakura really said those words. Ryou smiled and his tears started to fall once again, but this time it was out of happiness. He wrapped his arms around Bakura and squeezed him tight.

“Say it, Bakura. I need to hear you say it. Please.”

“I love you, Ryou.” Ryou sobbed out loud when he heard those four simple words spoken. The words he’d always wanted to hear. And the best thing was, this wasn’t a dream. “I saw that book you had, the one where you crossed out the character names and put ours in their place. I thought it was silly, but deep down, I knew I liked it. I should have known then.”

“Oh Bakura…I’ve waited so long to hear you say those words!” he cried into his chest.

“I have to point this out though, Ryou. I won’t become perfect over night.” Ryou smiled, still crying.

“I know.”

“And you have to be patient with me” Ryou nodded.

“As long as you promise to be with me, I’ll wait for however long you want me to.” Bakura smiled.

“I promise.”

“Even though I slept with Marik….will you still sleep with me? I want us to make love.”

“I’m up for that.”

Bakura cracked a smile and pulled Ryou down onto the furs with him. Ryou fell gently on his knees in front of him. He took Bakura’s face in his hands and stroked his cheeks with his thumbs. Bakura let him do it, slowly closing his eyes at the gentle feeling. He felt Ryou’s forehead press onto his and he opened his eyes to stare into the others. Ryou’s eyes held such love that Bakura was surprised he hadn’t seen it there before. He’s seen that look in his eyes, but it never effected him like it did now.

He gently pushed his lips to Ryou’s, keeping the kiss slow. Ryou moaned lightly and wrapped his arms around Bakura’s neck, pressing himself into him. Their kisses became more heated as they went out, but it was never as rough as before, when Bakura was only seeking his own pleasure. Ryou slowly made his way down to the furs so he could feel Bakura on top of him. They maneuvered themselves so they were more comfortable.

Bakura rested all his weight on his elbows, one on each side of Ryou’s head. His hair pooled around Ryou’s face, encasing him in a curtain of white. It was a world of their own, a world where only they existed. Ryou’s hands were wound about his neck loosely. He seemed to just enjoy the feel of Bakura near him. And those eyes…they held such passion. Passion for HIM.

“I want to be yours, and only yours, Bakura.” He whispered softly.

“And you will be.”

Bakura leaned down and started placing small kisses along Ryou’s neck. Ryou arched his neck and moaned softly, bring his hands up to tangle in Bakura’s hair. Bakura licked and nibbled gently on the soft skin, enjoying the small sounds he pulled from his lover. He moved his head back up to cover Ryou’s mouth with his own, which eagerly opened to him. Instead of the deep, rough plunging he’d always did, Bakura took his time and made the exploration more enjoyable for his partner.

Ryou moaned into the kiss and his arms fell limp at his sides. This kiss was like none other he’d ever had. There was TRUE emotion in it which made it all the more enjoyable. He let his tongue meet with Bakura’s and the two pieces of muscle danced together. It wasn’t a fight for dominance, but a lovely, lovely dance. He soon had to pull away to catch his breath but that didn’t stop Bakura. His lover lifted up his tunic and moved down to his chest where he kissed teasingly down the center.

“Oh Bakura…” he moaned breathlessly and closed his eyes.

Bakura liked the way his named rolled off those swollen lips with such passion. He wanted to hear more like them. He took a moment to slip the tunic off of Ryou and over his head, laying it next to them. Ryou shivered at the feel of cool air but gasped when he felt Bakura’s lips going lower and lower. Bakura’s tongue teased his navel and swirled lower still.

Ryou’s eyes flew open as he realized what was going to happen. Bakura had never done that to him before, but he was commanded to do it all the time. It was nice to have the favor returned. He gasped when he felt Bakura’s hand grasp his erection, then yelped when Bakura licked the tip. His hands flew to his hair and his back arched as his lover took him all the way inside. He let out a cry and thrust his hips up into Bakura’s mouth. This had never been done to him before and the feeling was magnificent! No wonder Bakura made him do this when they were pressed for time. Bakura increased his suction as he continuously bobbed his head up and down. It didn’t’ take Ryou long to come from the new feelings, and he exploded into Bakura’s mouth. He let out a scream as he did, then collapsed back onto the furs, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“Did you like that?” Ryou nodded, out of breath. Bakura chuckled and brought his face back up to kiss him. Ryou moaned as he tasted himself inside Bakura’s mouth. The thought was a little unsettling at first, but he didn’t mind the way he tasted and Bakura had such a skillful tongue!

“I want you!” he breathed against his lips. “I want you now!”

“And you’ll have me, but not right away.”

Ryou whimpered pitifully and pouted. Bakura brought his fingers up to Ryou’s mouth and slipped their way into the pouting mouth. Ryou moaned and sucked on the fingers as if he were sucking on Bakura’s hard member. He could feel it start to swell against his thigh and it sent shivers up his spine. Bakura pulled his fingers out and kissed him again before bringing them down between Ryou’s legs. Ryou spread his legs and lifted them so he was more open for Bakura’s fingers.

“You ready?” Ryou smiled, panting.

“Yes.”

He pressed one finger gently inside and Ryou let out a moan. He pushed himself onto Bakura’s finger, wanting more. Bakura chuckled and kissed him, slowly swirling his finger inside. Then he added a second finger, gently scissoring them and searching. Ryou had to pull away from his mouth and let out a cry, feeling those fingers hit his prostate. Bakura grinned and pressed in farther, teasing and stroking the nub that sent Ryou’s eyes rolling in the back of his head.

“Now! I want you now!!” He reached his hand down and gripped Bakura’s wrist, pulling his fingers out. “Enough. I want you in me.” He breathed out, wrapping his arms and legs around his lover. “Take me now! Please!”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.”

Bakura said with a smirk and gently eased his way into Ryou, groaning at the heat that surrounded him. Ryou’s eyes opened and he gazed up at his lover, panting heavily and writhing beneath him. Bakura kissed him deeply as he pressed the rest of the way in, feeling the muscles relax easily to the penetration. He never remembered Ryou’s insides feeling like this, and the sounds he was making drove him wild. He slipped his hands under Ryou and lifted him into his arms and began slow, shallow thrusting. He felt Ryou’s arms encircle his neck and his head fall back with a moan of pure bliss.

“I want more, Bakura!” he pleaded with heavy lidded eyes. “Give me more!” Bakura nibbled on his ear and pulled out halfway, then dived back in again. Ryou clutched him and let out a cry, thrusting his hips up for more. “Don’t stop!” Bakura took the thrusting slow, pulling all the way out, then sliding gently back in. It was slow, but Ryou seemed to really be enjoying it. Then, he felt Ryou’s hips start to thrust up against him in earnest now and he heard him whisper ‘more’. And that’s what he gave him. “Oh God! Bakura!” he cried out at the next hard, powerful thrust.

“Like that?” Ryou smiled at him, breathing heavily and nodded. Bakura continued the pace, pulling out and pushing back in. It wasn’t long before Bakura was bored of the slow pace, and Ryou’s jutting hips were just urging him to go faster. He still held Ryou to him and quickened his thrusts, slamming into Ryou with all his might.

“AH!” Ryou’s head flew back and Bakura bit his neck. “OH! Oh Bakura!” He cried out and thrust his hips to meet those delicious thrusts. “Harder!” Bakura did as he was told, pounding into his lover. He thought making love was just slow and easy thrusting. But he knew now that it can be passionate and lustful, for Ryou was moaning beneath him like he had many times before. The one thing different, was that he admitted his feelings for Ryou. And for some reason, he was enjoying this a lot more.

Ryou couldn’t help it. He enjoyed the slow, gentle thrusting but it was Bakura’s wild bed antics that really turned him on. He loved the feel of Bakura growing inside of him, and the rough, pounding thrusts he delivered each time he cried out for more. They never failed to find his prostate and the sensations were just exquisite! He had always loved the way Bakura was in bed, but a quarter of him, at that time, knew it wasn’t out of passionate love. But now, Bakura was taking special care to make sure he was enjoying it. And he WAS feeling love in each pounding, wonderful thrust. He wanted it to never stop.

“I love you!” he breathed out, his hair sticking to the sweat on his face and his eyes wide with the feel of orgasm building in his belly.

“And I love you.” Ryou felt the tears come to his eyes as he buried his face in Bakura’s shoulders, crying out at each thrust that stabbed his prostate. He knew those words were true. They may have come from Bakura’s foul mouth, but they were truly real and have TRUE meaning behind them. With each tingling thrust, he could hear the words “I love you” being repeated over and over.

“I’m going to come!”

Ryou whined and then let out a short scream as he felt a hand encircle his member. He let go of Bakura and fell back onto the furs, tossing his head from side to side in sheer pleasure.

“Oh Bakura!!”

He felt the tears tickle down his face and plant themselves in the fur. These were not tears of pain or sadness, but of relief and happiness. He cried out loudly and Bakura’s thrusts hardened and his hand squeezed tighter. Ryou was gasping and crying out, begging Bakura to let him come. With one long, hard stroke and a perfect thrust to his spot made Ryou throw his head back, letting out a wail. He exploded all over himself and Bakura, laying back to let his lover finish up.

Bakura was still thrusting, his climax just starting to build. He brought his semen covered hand up to Ryou’s lips who, still out of breath, took the digits into his mouth and sucked. He cleaned Bakura’s fingers with his tongue, moaning at the taste. This made Bakura’s eyes widened and balls tighten, which in turn made him ejaculate deep into Ryou’s bowels. Bakura’s breathing was uneven and ragged, but he had a smile on his face as he looked down at Ryou. Ryou, equally out of breath, gazed up at him lovingly. He brought a hand up to stroke his cheek and Bakura’s hand joined his.

“Thank you, Bakura….that was wonderful.” Bakura stroked the sweaty bangs from his lover’s face.

“You’re welcome, Ryou.” Ryou smiled tiredly at him.

“Say it again.” Bakura smiled and leaned down, whispering ‘I love you’ into his ear. Then, he pulled out of Ryou and fell next to him, allowing him to cuddle.

Ryou was now living his dream. All those lonely nights of dreaming, all those times of wishing, all those times of praying. Everything he had hoped for had finally happened. He smiled happily and cuddled up as much as he could, never wanting to let go. He felt Bakura’s strong arms around him and he knew, for a fact, that he would have these arms around him every night. Sure, he knew it would take a while for Bakura to completely give himself over, but he was willing to wait. He had waited all this time, so a little more wouldn’t hurt. The important thing is that Bakura had said those three, wonderful words. And THAT was enough for him.

Seto uncrossed his ankles and arms from his spot against the hut door. He smiled at what he heard behind the thin wood but didn’t expect it to come out that way. He thought for sure he had to go running in there to save Ryou from the wrath of Bakura. He decided to leave the two alone not to mention that he wanted to spill the news to Jou right away. He raced across the camp to his hut where he knew Jou would probably be sleeping. And he was right, Jou was sleeping soundly on their blankets.

“Pup! Puppy, wake up!” Jou cracked an eye open and smiled when he saw who it was.

“Hey lover.”

“I come barring news! Wonderful yet utterly shocking news!” Jou sat up, curious to know. He bounced up and down on his knees.

“What is it?! What is it?”

“Bakura finally confessed to Ryou that he really loves him.” Jou’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped.

“What?”

“You heard me.” He came and sat down next to Jou. “Bakura told Ryou that he loved him and now the two are lovers.” Jou smiled when he heard the words for the second time.

“I’m so happy for Ryou. I mean, we’ve all been telling him to find someone else, that he didn’t’ need Bakura, but he wouldn’t listen. Good thing he didn’t, huh?” Seto chuckled. “But who would have thought that Bakura would actually say something like that. Did he sound sincere?”

“He did. He spoke openly to Ryou and I could tell by his voice that he meant every word. At least now we no longer have to see Ryou’s moping face. Seeing that boy everyday looking longingly at Bakura just made me crazy. It’s the pitiful looks like bother me the most.” Jou scoffed.

“Then you’re the one with real problems.” Seto raised his eyebrow at Jou but decided to let the remark slide. He felt Jou’s hand snake over his and wrap around it. “Do you remember the first time you said you loved me?” Seto’s eyes widened when he couldn’t remember, but he quickly returned to normal.

“Yes, of course.” Jou sighed gently and stroked the top of Seto’s hand with his thumb.

“I thought you were never going to say it. Of course, we didn’t go on as long that way like Ryou and Bakura.” Seto nodded, trying to think back to that time, but finding it a blank, or in fuzzy pieces. “Seto, sing me the song again. The one you wrote for me that day when you said you wanted to be with me forever.” Now he started to panic. He had written many songs for Jou, at least thirteen of them. Out of those thirteen, he could only recall five. Not good. Jou would throw a fit and give him the silent treatment should he figure out he forgot the song.

“My throat is very dry from yelling at Malik, pup. I promise I’ll sing it for you another time.” Jou pouted, but then smiled and kissed Seto’s nose.

“Alright, you escape this time. So if you can’t sing, recite the poem you wrote for me after the song. That shouldn’t strain your voice.” Seto looked up, begging the gods to grant him with at least a single word that might spark his memory. He didn’t even recall writing a poem! Damn Jou and his prefect memory!

“I’m sorry pup, but I’m afraid I don’t’ remember the poem.” Jou looked at him in surprise.

“You don’t? Well I remember every word.” Seto felt that line like a knife in his gut. “It was so special and full of love! It was as if your heart jumped out, took your quill, and wrote it! And you can’t remember one line of it?!” Seto looked at him calmly.

“I’m afraid I don’t. Sometimes I can’t even remember what I had for breakfast.” Jou rolled his eyes and pouted. He flopped himself back down on the bed and turned his back to Seto.

“Nothing for you tonight. Not until you remember that song!” Seto frowned.

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. Goodnight.” Seto frowned and felt the urge to kick himself. Why couldn’t he remember that song? And why did JOU have to remember it? Now he was in the doghouse. At least he knew two people who were going at it at this very moment.


Marik stumbled out of his tent, suffering from a serious hangover. It was early morning and he had a pounding headache. He noticed Malik was not with him and figured he was still angry. His wife overreacted WAY too much. Where was he anyway? And there was no sign of Ryou either.

“There you are!” He jumped a bit, for it was the sound of his shrew. Malik came stomping over, his eyes wide with anger and his nostrils flaring like some bull. Marik wondered what he had done wrong now. His mind was too slow to react to the fist that came his way, nearly knocking his head off. “YOU FUCKING, WHORE MONGERING, VOW BREAKING, GODDAMN BASTARD!!”

“That was a bit harsh.”

“Not only do you go around spying on women, but you turn around and fuck Ryou in our bed!” Marik gave him a look of surprise and disgust.

“What the hell are you talking about?! I was fucking you into the ground last night! It wasn’t Ryou!” Malik slapped him.

“The hell it wasn’t, you lying bastard! You starting putting the moves on Ryou and that little whore quickly gave into you and spread his legs! And what’s MORE is, you thought it was ME! You can’t even recognize your own wife?!”

“I WAS DRUNK! YOU HAVE THE SAME BODY STRUCTURE!”

“WHAT KIND OF EXCUSE IS THAT?! CAN’T YOU KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS?!”

“No, I can’t! If you haven’t had had a hissy fit and left, we could have had great makeup sex! But no, you had to run away and throw Ryou in your place! If I had known it was Ryou, I would have never touched him! That’s my brother’s bed mate!”

“That still isn’t an excuse for what you did! You slept with my best friend! However, I’m more angry at him then I am with you! He should have known better but he gave into you! He wasn’t drunk and knew he was doing wrong, but he did it anyway! And as of now, I’m no longer speaking to you!” he turned around and crossed his arms. “And you are to stay in another hut! I’ll talk to Yami and Berkeley, and they’re HAVE YOU removed from here!” Marik saw Malik’s shoulders start to shake, and knew he was crying. He walked up to him and placed his hands on his shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” Malik shrugged them off, hiding his tears.

“It’s too late for saying your sorry.” With that said, Malik walked off, not looking back at him. Marik actually felt true guilt. Malik was never so cold to him before and he never walked off. Not usually. He always came back after a few hours, but Marik honestly believed that this one will carry for awhile. He remembered sleeping with someone, but he thought it was Malik. He didn’t know it was Ryou. He would never had done something like that, but he was drunk. He knew it was really his fault. He went against Malik’s wishes and gawked at girls, then he got drunk and fucked his best friend. Now he drew a wedge between the two. He plopped himself down on one of the barrels and buried his face in his hands. Why was he so stupid?


A week had passed with still no word from the Lady Amberlyn about Annar. Seto was beginning to think that their luck was running out. Yami was getting more frustrated by the day and Yugi was only getting nervous. Malik and Ryou still were not talking, and Marik was kicked out of his hut. He was currently sharing with Keith. Yugi didn't know if he was more worried about Annar, Yami, or his friends. He knew Annar was with his 'real' mother, as much as that fact angered him, but he also knew that Tea wouldn't harm him. Every minute of the day Yugi' would pray that they hear news of his son soon. Yami was just in a constant bad mood, but he couldn't blame him. Seto was there to calm him down should he start to go berserk. Of that he was thankful.
His prayers were answered one chilly morning when an outlaw on watch called out that Lady Amberlyn had arrived. Yugi and Yami jumped out of their bed but got stuck in the door as they tried to get through. Yami was the one make it out first which caused Yugi' to fall back. He glared at his husband as Yami ran across the camp. Yugi brushed himself off and ran after him.

Lady Amberlyn was on horseback with her husband as they entered the camp. One of the outlaws took the horse's reigns and held it steady so the two could dismount. Berkeley was already there with Seto and the others, eager to hear the news. Yami pushed through Marik and Malik to get right up front. Yugi only managed to bump into Marik trying to pass him. Marik picked him up by his tunic and placed him in front next to Yami.

"What's the news!?" Yami asked quickly, followed by Yugi.

"Have you found our son?!"

"Please, please, one at a time." She said with a little laugh. "I come with good news. I've found your son." Everyone gave a sigh of relief.

"Where is he?" Asked Seto.

"As of now, he is in the house of Barclay."

“That's about a five day's ride from here." Berkeley stated, then Yami asked.

"So he's at this Barclay house for what reason?"

"Well, they're only staying two or three days there. The group is on their way to Castle Wybren."

"That's far north! What business do they have that would carry them all that way?" Her husband stepped forward.

"Lord Wybren is cousin to the Sheriff. The lord is known for his Norse heritage. His mother was a noblewoman from the far north. They must have family ties. As far as what business they have, well, that was kept secret. The Oddvar's didn't say anything about it."

"How about Annar? Is he alright?" Asked Yugi, tears welling in his eyes. Amberlyn just smiled and nodded.

"Yes, the boy is fine. He's a bossy one. Quite the biter too." Her husband held up his bandaged finger.

"I made the mistake of trying to take his soup bowl away." Yugi couldn't help but giggle.

"Yes, you've found the right boy!"

"Quite the porker, that one." Said her husband. "I never saw that kid without some kind of food in his mouth." Yami narrowed his eyes.

"Watch what you say about my son." Her husband held up his hands, not wanting trouble.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Amberlyn reached into her husband's shirt and took out a small brown handkerchief. "Annar gave this to me because I played a game with him. I figured you two would want it." Yugi took it out of her hand and stroked the fabric, thinking of Annar. He brought it up to his face and noticed the scent.

"Oh Yami! It smells like him!" He shoved it in Yami's face who smiled.

"It does...that's our son." Yami turned to the two. "I can't thank you enough. You've been very helpful."

“I’m sorry we can’t do more. The rest will be up to you I’m afraid.” She said. Yami turned to Berkeley.

“We would like to leave as soon as possible.”

“Then we head out tomorrow, so everyone rest up.” Yugi hugged Yami tightly.

“Oh Yami, we’ve found him! I told you it would all work out!”

“We still need to get there.” Seto told them. “Lets get our things together so we are ready to go.”

“We leave before sunrise.” Berkeley said “Judging by the weather, it’ll be foggy tomorrow morning. The fog will help hide us as we pass by the soldiers. No doubt they will be out.”

“Is there another way around?” Marik asked.

“Well, it will be quicker to cut across the fields. If we travel through the woods, it’ll put us a few days behind.”

“We’ll risk it.” Yami stated. “I want to get to my son as soon as possible.” Seto put a hand on his shoulder.

“Yami, lets talk about this first. Traveling through the woods will take longer, but at least we will be hidden from view.” Yami shrugged his hand off.

“We cut across the fields, that’s final.” Seto held his hands up and said nothing more. “Everyone get a good night’s sleep, for we leave early. Have your weapons sharpened and gather any other supplies you may need.” He turned to Yugi “That will be your jobs today, Yugi. I need to consult with my men and Berkeley. You and your friends take care of the packing.” Yugi nodded and smiled.

“We’re going to get him back, Yami! We’re going to be a family again!” Yami smiled and kissed his forehead.

“Yes, we will be. Now go, get everything ready.” Yugi nodded and motioned his friends to come with him as Yami and the others went off.


Berkeley took them to his hut, which appeared to be the biggest one of all. He was the leader, so no doubt his would be the best. There were two little girls playing with rag dolls outside by the small campfire. Two more boys, who looked older, were fighting with sticks. Another boy was up on the roof, who appeared to be the eldest.

“Nyle, get down from there!” Berkeley shouted up to his son. “You’ll make the roof fall in then you’ll break you neck!” The boy sat up.

“Mother said I could!”

“You lie like a rug! Now get down from there!” The boy grumbled and climbed down, kicking over his sister’s little dirt hill they made.

“Father! He did it again!” Said the oldest daughter and the younger one started to cry. Berkeley ignored them.

“I apologize.” he said to the others. “They’re wild.” One of the younger boys came up beside Marik and tried to take his sword from his belt. Marik tapped the boy’s hand away and the kid ran away to hide behind his father.

“Kendrick, don’t steal from guests. Give him back his money.” Marik blinked in confusion and checked where his money sack was, only to find it gone. He looked down and Kendrick held the sack up to him, looking innocent. Marik glared and snatched the sack away from him. Berkeley ushered the children away from the door so the adults could entered.

His hut had a large table with seven chairs, five hammocks made out of old cloth, some barrels, and a bed. In the bed was a woman who was sleeping soundly, her long dark hair in a braid. She woke up when she heard the men shuffling inside.

“It’s me, Catheryn. I’ve brought the Norsemen I told you about. Men, this is my wife.” She smiled, but never opened her eyes. “We need to discuss what we are going to do.”

“Oh, so you found your son, Lord Bolverk?” She said in a soft, tired voice.

“That we did, m’lady.” Yami replied. “Thanks to your husband’s many acquaintances.”

“We’re going to keep this very brief, Catheryn. We just need to discuss some things. I’ll be leaving tomorrow to guide them to their destination.” She smiled tiredly and closed her eyes.

“Very well, carry on.” She said and rolled over. Berkeley motioned for them all to have a seat so they could discuss what they had to do.

“First thing is first, we need to decide who is coming. Best we keep the party as small as we can.” Berkeley suggested. Yami immediately spoke up.

“I’m not leaving Yugi here, and I’m sure the others won’t leave their spouses behind either.”

“And I’m not leaving my horse” Marik said firmly “Avaldamon comes everywhere with me.”

“We know.” Seto stated and rolled his eyes. “I suggest we leave Keith here, in case anything happens to us, he can go back and take care of things. Best to leave Duke here to keep Keith in line, and no doubt Tristan will stay with him. That should make eleven of us all together.” Yami nodded and looked to the others, who all nodded in agreement.

“Very well, the rest is up to you, Berkeley.” Said Yami. “You know these woods better than we do, so we’re going to have to depend on you quite a lot. Do you know exactly where this place is? This Castle Wybren?”

“I must be honest with you, I’m not entirely sure where it is. I know its far up north and we’re camped in the middle. Now where up north, I can not say. We’ll just have to be very careful as we ask around. The hardest obstacle we’ll have to face is dodging the knights and soldiers. King Ethelred is very wary of you Vikings and will show no mercy should you be caught. We’ll just have to be careful. Now, onto supplies.”

“Travel light.” Bakura suggested. “If we have to run and hide from the king’s men, it’s best we not have a lot to carry.”

“Finally, you’re using that brain of yours.” Bakura narrowed his eyes at Seto.

“I would say something but there is a lady present!” Bakura hissed at him and Marik scoffed.

“Since when do YOU care about offending a lady?” Bakura mouthed ‘fuck you’ to his brother and crossed his arms, sinking down into the chair. Berkeley turned to Yami.

“The only things we should carry are our weapons, so make sure they’re in top form by tomorrow morning.” Berkeley told them. “Is there anything else anyone wants to talk about? Or are we all straitened out?” The others looked at each other but shook their heads. “Very well then. Get a good night’s rest for I don’t tolerate lateness. I will personally come and get you out of bed myself.”

“Don’t worry, they’ll all be up.” Yami promised him. “We are done here.” Yami and Berkeley shook hands. “Until tomorrow.”

“Until tomorrow”


End Chapter 17 and Part II