The Viking Brothers

ChibiMisu here!! Thanks for all the reviews people!! *sends out lots of hugs* This chapter will go by pretty fast for it’s all lemons and schemes. We have KeithxDuke and MarikxMalik. YamixYugi will be coming in the next chapter. Sorry Yami and Yugi fans! There’s only so much lemon you can put into one chapter before it all sounds the same!! >_> But I promise there will be a YamixYugi lemon in the next one.

Read on friends!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh


The Viking Brothers


Chapter 19: Rape and Plunder


“Seto, do something!” Jou shouted up to his lover since Seto was the voice of reason.

“Jou,” Yami started “This is out of your control, there’s nothing any of us can do about it.” Tristan broke from his trance.

“You mean you’re just going to give him up like that?! Just because you want to make your cousin happy you have to destroy the life of another?! Have you nnse nse of humanity, Yami!” Yami sighed and rubbed his temples.

“Tristan, I’m sorry if you and Duke had something going there, but this is for the best. If peace isn’t kept in this family it could mean trouble for everyone. A civil war is not something I want to have. Do you rstarstand?”

“But what about Duke’s feelings?! He doesn’t like Keith at all, and you’re making them marry?! Where are Duke’s rightsall all of this!?”

“He doesn’t remember Keith anyway.” Marik said in a cool tone.

“Look Tristan,” Yami started “I told Duke that he was under my control as long as he stayed with me, and he did. Even if he asked request to leave, it was already to late.” Yami crossed his arms. “Those are my rules, Tristan, and I’m in a tight spot right now where I hto bto be careful with EVERYTHING I do. They are matters that I cannot share with you I’m afraid, it’s family business. As for Duke,” Yami paused. “Lets hope that Keith gets bored with him.”

“But Yami-“ Tristan started before Yami cut him off.

“We’ll discuss no further about it!”

Tristan didn’t know what to say, Yami had spoken, and that was that. He looked to the others, hoping they could aid him in some way. But, he was at a lost. Yugi, Ryou, Jou, and Malik were in the same boat as he and Duke, Yami wouldn’t listen to his brothers, although they wouldn’t prove much help anyway. The only person he had a good chance with is Seto, since he was the “voice of reason”.

Tristan made eye contact with Seto and gave him a “please do something” look. Seto caught on to what Tristan was trying to express without words, but he remained silent. Seto just lowered his eyes with a sorrowful look, knowing he couldn’t reason with Yami once the deed was done. Tristan read his facial features and gulped. No one was going to help him...it was a lost cause. With a glare to Yami, he turned on his heel and stomped out of the courtroom. Everyone was silent.


Keith’s room:

Keith carried the squirming Duke into his room and shut the door with his foot. Duke was still pounding his fists on his back, and Keith couldn’t help but just smirk. Duke’s futile efforts amused him. He brought Duke over to the bed and surprisingly, laid him down gently. Duke sat up on his elbows and gave him a death look. Talk about if looks could kill.

“You son of a bitch! What the hell is all this “marriage” shit about?! Break it off right now!! I don’t even know you!” Duke knew he was injured and couldn’t make a break for it. Hopefully, he could talk his out of this.

“No can do, kid. We tied the knot and that’s that. I’m the only one who can end this marriage, but I’m not going to any time soon.”

“Why the helt?! t?! Surely you don’t ACTUALLY have feelings for me! This is just a political thing, isn’t it!” Keith nodded.

“You’re pretty smart for an outlaw.” Duke sneered. “This is a political thing, but I cannot tell you why. It’s strictly business. And lucky for us, your lost of certain memories have made our whole plan much easier.”

“What plans?” Keith crossed his arms and grinned down at Duke. “See, you can’t remember anything! Now, this can be easy or hard on you. It’s your choice.” Duke’s eyes widened.

“If you so much as lay a finger on me I’ll-“

”You’ll what? Do you honestly think you could take me on!?” Keith laughed. “I’m half your size twirp and I could snap that pretty little throat of yours like a twig!” Duke knew he was right, plus, his back was injured and that made fighting near impossible! He didn’t have many options left. Keith’s flashed him a wolf grin that made his blood freeze. Now he was scared. “I’m going to enjoy this! You’ve pressed my buttons and caused me trouble to many times. Payback’s gonna be a bitch!”

Keith jumped onto the bed, startling Duke. Keith’s hands pushed down hard on Duke’s shoulders, making him cry out. Duke tried to struggle out of the tight grip, but only succeeded in making Keith chuckle evilly.

“Keep struggling, I like it.”

“Get off of me!!” Duke tried to push Keith off of him, but he was to strong. It was like trying to push back a stone wall! Keith grabbed his chin roughly and crushed his lips onto Duke’s. Keith’s thick tongue forced it’s way into Duke’s mouth, exploring the cavern throughly. Duke tried to pull his face away but Keith’s grip on his chin prevented that. He felt as if he wanted to vomit with the feel of Keith’s tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth. Keith had forced his legs apart andrtedrted grinding his hips into Duke’s. Duke managed to break the kiss for air and claw at Keith’s back.

“You lousy bastard!! Get the hell away from me!! I mean it!!” Keith ignored his protests and suddenly tore Duke’s tunic from his body. Duke gasped as the cold air hit his skin, making him shiver. Keith sat up, still between his legs, and ripped Duke’s pants open. Lucky for Keith, Duke wasn’t wearing any boots and it made his job a whole lot easier as he removed the article of clothing.

Duke shrieked and made to cover himself, but Keith pushed him back on the bed. He screamed obscenities as he ignored the pain in his legs and kicked about wildy. Keith wasn’t affected by any of it and latched his mouth to Duke’s throat. Duke let out a tiny moan as Keith nibbled the base of his jaw. The feeling sent little tremors through his body, but he tried to ignore them. Keith’s calloused hands roughly stroked his sides and hips all while grinding himself against Duke.

“If you keep resisting it’s going to hurt more when I penetrate you!” Duke’s eyes shot open in a glare. “Don’t look so surprised! I know damn well that you’re a virgin and I just can’t wait to cause you pain! You happen to have the potential to annoy me!”

“You...bastard!!”

“Just lie back and enjoy it! There’s no way you’re going to get out of this, so deal with it!” He brought two fingers to Duke’s mouth. “Suck.”

“Fuck you!!” Keith growled.

“Fine! I was TRYING to make this somewhat enjoyable for you, but now forget it!” Keith roughly inserted two fingers into Duke’s virgin opening. Duke let out a pained cry to the ceiling, closing his eyes tight. The rough entry made his lower body ache and his eyes began to form tears, but held them back.

Duke tossed his head back and forth on the pillows, trying to move away from those probing fingers. He brought his hand down to grip Keith’s wrist, trying to remove the digits. Keith let out a growl and shoved another finger inside Duke, making him cry out again. Rough lips met his again as that same thick tongue pushed its way back inside. This time, Duke bit down hard on the muscle, making Keith pull his head back with a holler. Keith’s fingers were also yanked out of his body, and Duke gave a gasp of relief. But, the gasp was brought back as Keith’s enraged face horrified him.

In a flash, Keith’s fist met with his face. Duke saw stars for a moment and felt his whole face become numb. He looked up at Keith from the corner os eys eye and watched as his arm reared back again. He td hid his body up, waiting for another blow from his assailant. When he heard Keith snicker and felt no blow, he opened his eyes. Some feeling was coming back into his face and the pain began to take its course. He turned his head to look up at Keith who still had that wolf grin.

“You look so pathetic right now just lying there. What happened to that fighting sp I s I saw a few minutes ago? Are you that weak?” Duke forced himself to glare at him and ignore the pain it created.

“You...you bastard...!”

Terrified for his life, he brought his knee up to Keith’s groin, making Keith stumble off him with a grunt. He scrambled up and tried to run, but his back gave out causing him to land roughly on his ankle, spraining it. Duke yelped out as the pain traveled from his ankle up to his leg. Now, he was trapped, unable to escape Keith’s w. ‘W. ‘Why does this shit always happen to me!’ he thought angrily to himself. A loud growl and a shifting of bed sheets brought Duke back to the task at hand.

Keith got back up again, ignoring the pain and stalking back to the fallen Duke. He grabbed Duke by his wrist and lifted him up fully in the air, his feet dangling. Keith dragged him over to the bed as if he were nothing more than a rag doll. He tossed him back on the bed and striped himself of his clothes. Without wasting any time, he straddled Duke’s waist.

Duke whimpered in fear and pain as he knew what Keith was going to do. Without warning, Keith thrust himself into Duke, never pausing to let him adjust. Duke let out a scream of pure agony as Keith started to plunder him merciless. He felt no pleasure in it at all, the only thing present was just pure, agonizing pain, traveling through every inch of his body. Duke clutched at Keith’s shoulders so he wouldn’t be slammed head first into the headboard. But Keith had taken it as Duke’s motion to go faster, so he thrust hardehe nhe next one deeper than the last. Duke felt something tear inside of him and it made him cry out even louder. There was something warm leaking from his body, figuring it was blood from Keith’s onslaught.

“PLEASE! PLEASE STOP!!”

“You deserve this, wench!” He grunted out as he yanked Duke’s head back by his hair. He fastened his mouth to Duke’s neck and bit the skin hard, making small welts appear. With the pounding and arching of Keith’s motions, Duke’s back twisted in pain as it added itself to his twisted ankle. His whole right leg and back were near numb as Keith’s thrusts just seemed to get worse and worse. Duke’s throat was raw and aching from all the screaming as his body became one big mass of pain.

“Stop....please....!” He asked, weakly. Keith paused in his thrust, still buried deep within Duke. He looked into Keith’s dark blue eyes and trembled in fear.

“Take a good look, Duke. Don’t think you can challenge me in any way or form. Look how I can easily overpower you.” He suddenly rest his full weight on Duke, making in moan at the pressure. “Can’t move, can you?” Duke only shook his head.

“Please....just-just take it out of me! It hurts!!” Keith grinned and gave Duke a sharp thrust, making him whimper in pain.

“No, it’s not coming out until I orgasm.” Duke whimpered in disgust at Keith’s words. “Now, I have a few rules that you are to follow and if you break them, you’ll be punished.” He brought his hand to Duke’s throat and squeezed. Duke choked and gasped for air as he felt Keith’s breathe on his ear. “First rule and most important, only I can lay with you. If I catch you with anyone else, I will kill you both. Second, when we are together in public, you sure as hell better be rubbing yourself on me and not sneering! I want a good social image! And third, when we get back to my castle, you are to stay locked in my room until I say otherwise. When I need you for social purposes, I will call for you. Being an outlaw full of wiles and trickery, I can’t take any chances with you escaping. Should you somehow leave the room, prepare to get the thrashing of a lifetime. Do I make myself clear!” He finished with a rough thrust into Duke who choked out a ‘yes’. “Good.”

With that said, Keith continued his romp with Duke. Duke could do no more than just lay there, completely exhausted. His voice was hoarse and his body ached terribly. He could no longer hold back his tears and sobbed openly, praying that it would all end soon. His prayers were answered when he felt Keith stiffen and explode deep within him. The semen burned his torn insides and even more so when Keith quickly pulled out. Duke gasped at the relief of having Keith leave his body, but pain still remained.

“Stop crying, wench. You’ll learn to love this soon enough, and even start craving it. I can guarantee that, believe me.” Duke didn’t respond but just rolled over onto his stomach. He buried his face in the pillows as he felt Keith’s weight leave the bed. “I’ll be back later tonight. Two of my men are standing guard the door, so don’t even think about escaping!” Duke heard Keith leave the room and slam the door. Alone in the silence of the room, his only company his cries and the pain.



Jou wandered the halls aimlessly, thinking about his friend and that bastard Keith. Even if Duke didn’t remember Keith at all, he still had a nose for sniffing out bad character. He wasn’t sure if he was angry with Seto about the whole thing. His lover was suppose to be the smart one as he once told Jou himself. But then again, Seto just liked to hear himself talk. He couldn’t be mad at Seto, who he should be mad at is Yami. Seto was just Yami’s right hand man, and his word was just above Marik’s and Bakura’s. Yami still held the reigns to the castle and army.

But still, Yami was in a tough spot with all his evil family members. When Duke had said that Keith was the rat in the nest, Jou actually started thinking around those lines. What if Duke had been right? What if Keith WAS the traitor among the Bolverk family? Then again, Jou remembered Seto saying something about all Yami’s family members taking advantage of him to get what they want, since Yami is the peace keeper. Maybe that’s what Keith is doing. But Duke? Why in the world would Keith want Duke? That was the question he’s been pondering for the longest time. Maybe Keith really DID like Duke, but that was to outrageous; and Duke was Mr. Virtue to top it all off.

It was all so confusing. He worried for his friend greatly. Keith was almost as big as Marik! The key word there though is ‘almost’. Marik was still the biggest of the group. But Keith’s strength could easily overpower Duke who had a body stature like Malik. Jou himself was slightly more built than the others. Ryou was almost as skinny as a rail and Yugi looked like he was still trying to lose baby fat. ‘But he’s so cute.’ Jou thought and smiled to himself. Tristan had more muscles than him but that was because he did more labor work. A LOT of labor work. Jou trained with Seto in swordplay to be able to fight by his side in battle. Swinging a sword and shield around really builds a body.

Jou shook his head, returning his mind back to the task at hand. He figured Keith must be having his way with Duke right now, if he’s not already done. Still, that one question was just gnawing at his mind; Why Duke? So many questions and no answers. Maybe he should ask Keith himself and try to find something out. Wait, that was a bad idea. If Keith should lunge at him or something and hurt him, Seto would flip out. He didn’t want to make things worse.

His wandering brought him to the door of his and Seto’s chamber. The door was slightly ajar and Jou figured it was a servant. He opened the door and saw Seto standing out on the balcony. Jou noticed he seemed to be in deep thought, for he had yet to acknowledge his presences. Jou smirked at how sexy his lover looked, the gentle breeze blowing his hair and cape, even his tunic bottom. Tip toeing, Jou decided to sneak up on his unsuspecting lover. With a short growl, he hugged Seto from behind and squeezed tight.

“Roar!” Jou shouted, grinning happily.

“Doggies do not roar, they bark.” Jou’s grin turned to a frown.

“Meanie.”

“Do you need something of me, pup?” Seto asked, not bothering to turn his body.

“No, I was just wandering the halls when I decided to come here. I didn’t expect you back so soon, lover.” Seto sighed.

“I’m sorry, Jou.” Jou raised an eyebrow.

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry about what happened with Duke. I know he is your good friend and we just threw him to the wolves. Literally.” Jou hugged him lightly, resting his head on Seto’s strong back.

“It’s alright, Seto. I know Yami is in a tight spot and his word overrides yours. You are only doing your job, love, nothing more.” Seto’s hand came up to clutch one of Jou’s resting on his chest.

“Thank you for being so forgiving, pup. I was worried that you were angry with me, and I wouldn’t have blamed you if you were.” Jou shook his head.

“I forgive you. But, I can’t help but think about poor Duke. Keith’s raping him right now, Seto, and we are powerless to do anything.”

“How do you know Keith is raping him?” Jou blinked.

“I just figured. Keith HATES Duke and Duke doesn’t go down without a fight. I would cast Duke off as a Vestal Virgin myself! This must be killing him!” Seto nodded.

“After Keith is done with him for the night, I’ll go and talk to Duke. I have a strategy for him that just might work.” Jou smiled.

“Really Seto, you’d do that?!” Seto finally turned around and took Jou in his arms, pressing him to his chest.

“Of course I would, silly puppy. I feel just as guilty as Yami, maybe even more so.” Jou suddenly frowned. “Jou? What’s wrong? Why are you sad?” Jou sniffled as another question popped in his head. Yami and Yugi were set to be married in the Spring, and they’ve only known each other for a few months. What about him?

“Seto, I have something important to ask you.”

“Shoot.” Jou turned his eyes away from Seto.

“Yami gave his announcement that he and Yugi were to be married come Springtime.”

“What’s your point?” Jou clutched Seto’s tunic shirt in his fist lightly.


“They’ve only been together for a few months, and we’ve been together for about two years. But through all those months, you have yet to....to propose to me.” Seto gasped slightly, not expecting that at all! “Why Seto? Why haven’t you asked me to marry you? Yami and Yugi are getting married, and even Marik and Malik are engaged!” He glared up at Seto. “So what’s taking you so long!?” Seto gave Jou a humorous look, which made Jou’s cheeks puff out in a cute way.

“Careful, or your face might stay that way and I’ll have to start calling you chipmunk rather than puppy.”

“Seto, I’m being serious! Answer my question!”

“Meow.” Seto hissed while pretending to claw at Jou’s face. “When did you get claws, kitty cat?” Jou pushed away Seto and stomped his foot.

o, yo, you’re pissing me off with your name games! I never thought I’d be saying this to YOU, but try to act serious!” Seto chuckled.

“Oh Jou, I’m sorry if that has been bothering you. To tell you the truth, I figured marriage wouldn’t be a necessity for us.” Jou stared at him dumbfoundedly. “We practically do EVERYTHING a married couple does, only we don’t have a piece of paper confirming it. I didn’t think getting married would change much, so I pushed it from my mind. I have you as mine now. I don’t need some ring or a piece of paper to tell more or anyone else that.”

“But Seto,” Jou whined. “I want to belong to you in every way possible! I want everyone to know that I am more than your partner in battle and personal servant! I want to be your life mate!”

“You ARE my life mate, Jou! Besides, I hate planning weddings, and I have TWO to plan now!” Jou fumed.

“Is THAT the real reason!? You don’t like to plan weddings?! Seto, I’m surprised at you! That’s not a very good reason to not marry me!”

“Puppy, calm down. You’re working yourself up over this.”

“If it’s so hard for you then I could plan the wedding!” Seto shook his head.

“Hell no! You’d ask the impossible and if I didn’t fulfil it, you would get angry and ruin the whole day. Forget it, pup.” Jou’s bottom lip began to quiver and tears welled up in his eyes. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re going to cry now! There’s nothing to cry about, Jou!” Jou let a tear slip down. “Alright pup, we’ll get married, I promise! Okay? So please stop crying?” Seto tried to comfort his lover, but suddenly found himself pushed to the floor with Jou standing above him.

“You jerk! That’s not how I want you to propose!!” Seto just gave a strait, serious look. “It should be a special moment, not just a “okay, lets get married” to shut me up! That’s not how it works!” Seto still kept his calm exterior. “What do you have to say for yourself, Seto?!”

“Spanking time.”


“W-what-?” Seto suddenly jumped up from the floor and grabbed Jou by his tunic front. He quickly fell to one knee and threw Jou along his thigh. Jou squeaked and tried to get away, but Seto held him firm. “S-SETO?!”

“Nobody pushes me around and gets away with it.” Seto said calmly as his hand suddenly met with Jou’s backside. Jou let out a yelp as another slap met the first, this time harder. He started thrashing around on Seto’s leg but it only succeeded in more firm slaps.

“SETO! AH! STOP!!”

“Nope, apologize to me and I will.” Jou whimpered.

“I’m sorry Seto!! I didn’t mean to!” As promised, Seto stopped in his spanking and let him go. Jou fell off of Seto’s knee and quickly stood, rubbing his backside in hope to soothe the pain there. He glared at his lover over his shoulder, big tear drops in his eyes. Seto smiled calmly and walked over to Jou. He tried to ignore him but Seto wrapped his arms around Jou’s waist and started swaying them slowly back and forth.

“I’m sorry puppy. I should have thought about how you felt.” He inhaled Jou’s sent and sighed. “I would love to be married to you, and be able to show everyone who you belong to.” Jou turned his arms with a confused look.

“I just said that, but the way you sounded....you sounded like you didn’t want to. You really do?!” Seto nodded.

“Of course silly puppy! I just thought there was no rush in it, that’s all.”

“If you knew you wanted to mare, we, why didn’t you just come right out and say it after I told you?!” Seto chuckled.

“I like to see you squirm, in more ways than one.” Seto wiggled his eyebrows but Jou just gave him the evil eye.

“It was all a trick so you could spank me!?” Seto smiled.

“Most of it.” he patted Jou’s ass. “Besides, I know you liked it.” Jou blushed.

“I did not!! You better not do that again, you evil bastard!” Jou slapped him across the face, not hard at all, but just enough to make Seto blink. “Jerk.”

“That’s it, now I’m very angry.” He said with a strait face. “My right hand is sore, but I could use my left hand.” Jou’s eyes widened.

“Oh no you don’t!!” He shouted, trying to pull from Seto’s grip. Seto grinned evilly.

“Assume the position.”

“NO!!”


Marik’s Room:

Marik lay back on the bed with Malik laying on his chest, both engaged in a tongue war. Malik moaned into the kiss as he rubbed himself on Marik’s thigh, trying to relievee ste stress from his raging hard on. Marik was far behind as he pressed Malik’s head down to deepen their kiss. They broke apart for air but Malik didn’t pause in his rubbing. Marik placed his hands behind his head and watched his little mink getting off on him.

“Mmm...Marik, I missed you.” Marik smiled.

“I missed you too, but my sword missed you even more.” Malik grinned as he quickly caught on.

“Which one word that be?” Malik purred as he moved his leg to lay against Marik’s erection. “This one or your battle sword?”

“You know the answer to that.” Yes, Malik knew the answer, but he still wanted a tiny piece of revenge for last night. He wanted mind blowing make-up sex but also wanted to tease Marik. Marik always hated when he teased him with sex rather than just jumping right into this. And he had a little plan that will enable him to do so.

“Darling, lets play a little game.” Marik raised a brow.

“A game?”

“It’s a game of self control.” Malik winked at him. “We wait and see how far one can tease the other and how long it takes them to lose control.” Marik scoffed.

“What the hell for?”

“Makes for better sex my love.” Malik said as he kissed him on the nose. “You wanna play?”

“Sure, knock yourself out.”

Malik smiled and reached over Marik to grab his sword that lay next to the end table. He had difficulty lifting the heavy steel but managed to maneuver it. Sitting up in Marik’s lap, he slowly pulled the sword from its sheath. Malik winked at his reflection in the thick blade and turned to Marik.

“I’ve never noticed how beautiful your sword was, Marik. Strong, heavy, large, and deadly....just like you.” Marik smirked evilly.

“You hit the nail on the head, mink.” Malik had to use to hands to lift the blade to his face. With a smile to Marik, he slipped out his pink tongue and gave the blade a slow, sensuous lick. Marik watched in fascination as Malik began to nuzzle the hilt, licking at the small jewels that were engraved in it. Malik could feel Marik’s erection growing bigger and he knew this was a winning battle for him.

Taking the sword, he rolled off of Marik and stepped onto the red rug. Malik noticed that Marik’s sword was almost as big as Yugi, maybe bigger. The blade was thick enough to cover the whole length of his arm.

“How do you wield this thing, Marik?” Marik sat up on the bed.

“Years of training with it. Your body grows accustom to the sword you train with.”

“Then I guess I have the sword to thank for your magnificent body, darling.” Marik smirked and stalked over to his lover, making Malik ‘eep’ slightly. Malik dropped the sword and backed himself up to the window. Marik suddenly gasped and pointed out the window, looking frightened.

“Malik, look!!” Malik turned around completely to see what had scared Marik, but saw nothing there. Suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, Marik had quickly buried himself inside Malik, pausing to give him time to adjust. Malik let out a scream of surprise and gripped the stone window’s edge, taking in deeps gulps of air. He was thankful that Marik 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.

Whatever pain Malik had soon faded away and he pushed back against Marik, giving a little yelp. Marik grabbed the thin waist and held them firmly, thrusting into Malik. Malik wailed in delight as each thrust hit his prostate head on. He had to brace his hands against the stone window ledge to keep from being banged roughly into it. Or falling out of it. Marik grunted with each powerful thrust he gave his lover, Malik bouncing forward and back through the window.

A servant was right under the window, cleaning out the moat. His attention was drawn to the pleasured screams coming from above him. He looked up to see Malik rocking back and forth out the window with alarming speed. Malik made eye contact with the servant and smiled at him with heavy lidded eyes.

“Good-AHH- Afternoon- YES! YES! YES! HARDER!” The servant suddenly had a major nosebleed and ran from the scene. Malik giggled as the servant ran away, still being nearly pounded into the stone. Marik always had such energy in the afternoon, probably then more than ever. Malik gave wail of protest as he suddenly felt Marik pull out of him. He looked back at him with almost sorrowful eyes. How could he! Malik looked like he was about to cry.

“I’m tired of standing up.” Malik yelped as he was pushed to the floor, landing on his stomach. He lifted himself up on his elbows, then fell forward again by a heavy weight covering his body. His breathing became heavy as Marik laid his full weight over his body. Malik realized his couldn’t move a muscle because of his lover’s large body and it only excited him more.

Marik lifted himself off of Malik and grabbed the slim hips. He pulled them up just enough to be in the right position for him, and dived back in. Malik gasped and struggled under the pressure to hold himself up. He managed to do it for a few seconds but then slid down to his elbows. Malik started screaming with each heavy thrust that hit his prostate. Marik always managed to find it by the second or third thrust. Marik’s pounding became harder, forcing Malik to slide down the floor. His arms spread out on either side of him, letting Marik have his way.

With a ragged scream, Malik used all his strength to push himself back up onto his hands and knees and push back against Marik. He quickly met with Marik’s trusts, crying out words of encouragement.

“HARDER—! AH! AH! MORE! DON’T STOP! I WANT MORE!” Marik grinned and roughly grabbed Malik’s hair, pulling it back with his thrusts. Malik yelped in pain, but it was overridden by the pleasure of Marik’s powerful thrusts. “Faster...” Marik growled and suddenly threw himself onto Malik, knocking him flat onto the floor. “MARIK-?!”

“Quiet.” Marik whispered in his ear as he still thrust into his lover. He brought both his hands down on top of Malik’s and intertwined them. His body completely covered his lover’s as he slowed his thrusts.

“Mm...Marik-“ Marik nibbled his ear.

“How’s this feel?” Malik moaned at a solid thrust.

“I like it.”

“Want more?” Malik nodded and tried to push back against Marik, but he still couldn’t move. Marik laughed deep in his throat and it sent shivers down Malik’s spine. “You’re under my control now, little mink. Just lay there and enjoy.”

And enjoy it he did. Malik loved the slow pace as much as the fast one, and change was always a good thing. This slow stuff though wasn’t for him all the time. Once in awhile, okay, but he liked it hard. He was kinky that way. Marik must have read his thoughts because he started his fast and rough pace once again, their positions still the same. Malik was stuck under the weight of Marik and could squirm his body to ease some of the sexual waves that flowed threw him. Being forced to just lay there completely still was like pure torture! But that torture threw him over the edge as he felt himself reaching completion.

“Marik! Let me up!! I’m gonna cum!!” Marik lifted himself from his lover’s body and heard Malik’s cry of pleasure as he released. Seeing his lover weak and whimpering, coming down from pleasure high, he couldn’t help but lose it and shot his essence deep into Malik. Both fell to the floor, Marik still on top of Malik. The two breathed heavily as they waited for their strength to come back.

“That was the best make-up sex I’ve ever had.” Marik grinned. “We should get into ts mts more often.” Malik scoffed.

“We want to stray away from fights, darling. But I guess a few here and there isn’t much of a problem. Sex is always better after an argument.” Marik kissed his lover’s tanned cheek and smirked.

“Then lets get into an argument now. I don’t like the way you leave your shoes in the middle of the room.” Malik huffed.

“Don’t start with that shoe shit again, Marik!” Marik stuck his tongue out between his lips and smiled.

“Oh, I’ll start with the shoes.” Malik just growled as he started arguing with Marik, and we all know what that’ll lead to.

Kitchen:

After a long day of doing nothing, Bakura actually decided to head up to bed early. Ryou couldn’t go with him because he had to finish up some work in the kitchen. Since Duke was, occupied at the moment, he filled in for his friend. Most of the other servants went to bed already and it was just him in the kitchen. He had to clean the remaining pots and fold the sheets. In his opinion, he was the hardest working servant here.

Ryou finally finished his chores by at least midnight, and he hurried up to Bakura’s bed chamber. He was exhausted from the extra work, but was to excited about being with Bakura to care. True, Bakura has yet to show any ‘deep’ feelings for him, but Ryou sensed there was something more. Bakura was a curious character, and he could be a very nice gentleman and passionate lover. Not that he knew all about those things, but he knew he was close.

Finally, he reached Bakura’s chamber door and quietly opened it. Peeking in, he saw the candle still burning, but Bakura was sound asleep in the bed. He slipped inside and shut the door slowly. He looked at Bakura laying there on the bed, and admired how handsome he looked. In his sleep even his features were hard and determined. Ryou sometimes wondered if Bakura ever got a good night’s rest.

He quickly disrobed and neatly folded his clothes on the chair. Reaching into the pocket of his tunic, he pulled out two hair ties. He parted his hair into two layers and wrapped the tie around the middle of each of them. Last time he woke up in Bakura’s bed his hair was one big tangle. This time, he would be conscience about it. And with that done, he turned his attention back to Bakura. He walked over to the bed, blew out the candle and then climbed under the covers. Since Bakura’s back was to him, he pushed his whole body up against Bakura’s back and rest his head on his master’s. His arm snaked under Bakura’s to rest on the strong chest and hold him close.

Bakura stirred from his sleep as he felt the movement behind him. He could clearly sense it was Ryou who was hugging him tight. It actually felt, nice. He swore he could hear Ryou purring as he cuddled closer. Bakura couldn’t help but smile as he let Ryou keep his position. Maybe this whole thing wasn’t so bad after all. It sure beat waking up alone.


In the wine cellar....


“Did you have fun tonight, Keith?” Pegasus asked, humor in his voice. Keith plopped himself down on a barrel and grinned.

“Oh hell yeah! I broke that bitch down to the size of a mouse! He’ll think twice before challenging me again!”

“Was he a virgin?” One of the men asked as he finished a bottle of wine.

“Ripe for the plucking gentlemen!” The men all laughed at Keith’s comment.

“Hey boss, are you going to share him with the rest of us like you did all those other whores?” Another one added on.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind banging that ass! Both his and Marik’s slut!”

“No!” Keith responded with a shout. “I will not share this one with anybody!” The men all looked at him in surprise. Pegasus smirked.

“Now Keith, you’ve upset your men. They were so looking forward to having a romp with your wife? Oh, I guess I should say husband.” Pegasus laughed at his own little joke making the others ignore him.

“I’ve never taken a virgin before, male or female! It was a real treat!” Keith explained.

“So what’s your point?” One of the men asked.

“My point is that I plucked that virgin ass first and I don’t want anyone else going near it! Duke belongs to me and if anyone tries to say or do otherwise, they’ll be facing a noose! Do I make myself clear?!” A shout of ‘yes sir’ came from all the men. Keith then turned his attention to Pegasus. “Now what’s the REAL reason you called us for, uncle? Not to hear about Duke I presume?” Pegasus nodded.

“You are correct. The reason I called all of you here is to discuss a few things that are of importance.”

“Such as?” Keith asked, raising an eyebrow. He noticed Pegasus had a slight twinkle in his eye.

“Well, let me just say I’m using the tactics that helped me overthrow your uncle Arick and have him hand over his stronghold to you. It just requires some thinking and evaluating.”

“Do tell.” Keith said, eager to know.

“First, we analyze our enemies, putting them in order from greatest to least.” Keith growled.

“What the hell are you talking about!?” Pegasus held up a hand.

“Please, let me finish. In this battle, are first target will NOT be Yami or his brothers.”

“What!?” All the men shouted together.

“But, they are the most important! If Yami falls, then Marik will take over, and after Marik it will be Bakura!” One of the men nearly shouted.

“Yeah,” Another one started “You’re making this battle go on longer than it has to be!” Pegasus laughed.

“Please, please gentlemen, lets all take a breath! Once again, you won’t let me finish. Listen carefully. Our first target, in my opinion, should be Seto.”

“Why Seto?” Keith asked, curious.

“Well, for one, Yami trusts Seto more than his own brothers; plus, he’s a master strategist.”

“So is Yami, maybe even more so.” Keith said.

“True, but Yami reviews his tactics with Seto, for both are on the same level. Yami rather have Seto in charge of a rank rather than his brothers for he is quite the military leader. I say we get rid of him first so we don’t have to worry about two masterminds. We can bring him to heal by threatening his little brother Mokuba or his lover Jou. We center an attack on them and draw Seto to us. Once alone with us, we can be rid of him.” The men all looked at each other and nodded, approving the idea.

“Tell us more, uncle. Who’s after Seto?” Pegasus winked at him.

“Your favorite Bolverk brother.” Keith nearly fell in surprise and shock.

“WHAT?! MARIK!? Don’t even mention his name in my presence! That big moronic bastard drives me up a fucking wall!”

“Hm. That’s because you’re frightened of him.” Pegasus said making Keith growl.

“I am not!”

“Anyway, he’s our next target on the list. I say this because Marik is the strongest fighter of Yami’s entire army. Believe me, I give those brothers credit for growing into such amazing warriors, but Marik is by far the most advanced.”

“Yeah, that’s because he’s a mental case!” Keith shouted.

“Keep your voice down!” One of the men said.

“As I said, we target Marik next so Yami loses his strongest fighter. Again, we can accomplish this by attacking Malik, fairly simple. Moving on, our next target is Bakura. Once we kill Marik, Bakura will be next in line to Yami. Like Marik, he is a powerful fighter, but doesn’t have the same fighting ability. He’s always drunk off his ass so that is our best time. His slave Ryou is of no use to him, so he won’t bother doing anything if we threaten his slave’s life.” Keith grinned at his uncle.

“You’re good at this.”

“Comes with experience, Keith. You’ll have it when you’re older. Now, the next target will be Yami’s fiancé, Yugi.” Everyone looked at each other strangely. “Yami is head over heels in love with Yugi, and will do ANYTHING to see his darling safe. Or, we target both Annar and Yugi. The goal there is to weaken Yami’s spirit so his true skill is overcome by grief. Then, we take him out, thus gaining the Bolverk castle.” The men all raised their mugs.

“Great plan, boss!” Keith grinned.

“I’m impressed, uncle. Your strategy sounds promising. If you had taken over Uncle Arick’s castle the same way, then it should work again.” Pegasus praised himself.

“I know it will.”

End chapter 19

Whew, that was long. Things are going to start heating up in the story!! Stay tuned!! Lots of fights, battles, and gore on the way! Ta ta!! ^^v