The Viking Brothers

The Viking Brothers

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh

Chapter two: The Camp


After their arrival at the Viking camp, the three friends were separated from each other and placed in the huts of their captors. Two Viking guards were placed outside the flaps, making sure the prisoners wouldn’t escape. Not that they could get very far anyway, since the area was crawling with Viking barbarians.

Bakura’s Tent:

Ryou whimpered as he crouched in the far corner of the tent. He was utterly terrified of his imprisonment and his seemingly cruel captor. Also, Ryou has never been apart from his friends for any reason. They were always together to talk and comfort each other. But now, he was alone in the tent of a ruthless, lustful barbarian with only his thoughts and silence. He thought back to his village, unable to remove the horrid sights he saw from his mind. He knew that the Vikings had slaughtered, robbed, raped and destroyed everyone and everything, leaving all he knew to soon disappear in the blink of an eye. Ryou had grown up and around all the villagers and thought of them as family. But now, due to the Viking attack, he was left without a family again. At least he still had his best friends, Malik and Yugi who treated him like family, so he realized it wasn’t a total lost. That thought made him smile slightly, only for it to fall into a frown as he heard someone enter the tent.

Ryou looked up from his position on the ground and saw his captor standing with his arms crossed and a smirk. He stood a few feet away, enjoying the trembling body of his new slave. Ryou turned his head away, to frightened to look at him. Bakura chuckled and walked over to his animal skin bed, plopping down with a sigh. He turned to Ryou and said something, but Ryou couldn’t understand his language. Bakura remembered that the prisoner couldn’t speak Norse, and Bakura knew English fairly well. Since he was born into a high family, he was educated further than others of his race. So, he spoke his words again, this time in English.

“What is your name?” Ryou’s head shot up, surprised at hearing his language come from the mouth of a Viking. Knowing that his captor could speak English was a bit of a relief, but it still didn’t help in his situation. And, he feared the man who now sat across from him, looking not to happy. “I asked you your name! Answer me when I question you, English sow!” Ryou flinched at the words passed to him and stuttered out his name.

“R-R-Ryou.”

“Well Ryou, welcome to slavery. My name is Bakura. I am you master and you will be serving me until I dispose of you. If I ask you to stand on your head, you do it. Understand?”

“Yes..” Bakura glared sharply at him.

‘wh ‘what’?” Ryou gulped.

“Yes, Master.” Bakura smirked and slid over on his furs, patting the space beside him. Ryou trembled and shook his head, backing up to the tent wall. Bakura growled and slammed his fist.

“Get over here, NOW!” Ryou started to slowly walk to Bakura, fear fogging his mind. Apparently, he was going to slow for Bakura, and it angered him. “Hurry up!” Ryou jumped at the rise of anger in the voice and hurried over to the furs, laying down upon them. Bakura threw himself of top of Ryou, straddling the young man’s waist. He smirked evilly down at Ryou, his heavy white bangs shadowing his eyes to give him the look of a demon, which, to Ryou, he was.

*******rape in this part.*********

Bakura gripped the front of Ryou’s dirty tunic and quickly ripped the weakened fabric apart, exposing the thin, pale chest of his slave. He watched Ryou’s face flush in embarrassment as he was quickly being exposed to his captor. Bakura tore off Ryou’s pants next, making the poor boy gasp in fear. Ryou covered his face with his hands, turning his head away from his master. Bakura snarled and gripped the delicate wrists, pulling the pale hands from the boy’s face.

“Keep your hands away from your face! This is the best part!”

Bakura latched his lips onto Ryou’s throat, nipping and ing ing at the pale skin there. He wrapped his fist around the soft, white hair and yanked it back, exposing more of Ryou’s throat to him. Ryou whimpered in fear at the hot mouth trailing along his skin and the painful tugging at his hair. He gasped as Bakura somehow wrestled between his legs and started thrusting against him. Bakura tore his mouth away from Ryou’s throat to stare down into frightened green eyes. Ryou saw his reflection in Bakura’s dark, brown eyes, shivering at the look of lust they held.

“It’s obvious that you’re a virgin. That is what’s going to make this situation a whole lot better! Well, for me anyway!” Bakura crushed his lips to Ryou’s and forced his tongue passed the clenching teeth. Ryou bit down hard on Bakura’s tongue in sudden protective reflex. Bakura pulled back with a holler, slapping Ryou clear across the face. “Don’t you DARE try that again, or I’ll cut that tongue off and feed it to the dogs! Understand!?” Ryou’s eyes widened as he knew Bakura was capable of doing it. He closed his eyes tightly and nodded. “Good.”

He slipped his tongue back into Ryou’s mouth, thrusting it deeply down Ryou’s throat. Ryou gave a choked gasp, his hands clutching at the animal skins. He held completely still, unsure of how to act in this situation. Bakura pulled his mouth away and glared down at his slave.

“It’s no fun if you’re just laying there!” He suddenly smirked. “Hm, I know how to get a reaction out of you!” Bakura trailed his fingers down over Ryou’s stomach and between his legs to stop at his virgin entrance. Ryou gasped, sitting up on his elbows with a his face a new shade of red.

“No-! No please-! Don’t-“ His words were cut off with a pained squeal as Bakura thrust two fingers into Ryou’s tight
hole. Ryou’s inner walls tried to push the invading digits out, but Bakura only shoved them in deeper. Ryou tried to close his legs but Bakura’s body between them prevented that. Bakura’s fingers touched something deep inside Ryou that made his arch his back and yelp in pleasure. He heard Bakura chuckle as he added a third finger and stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves. He cried out again and thrust his hips onto those fingers, his body somehow gaining a mind of it’s own. Bakura’s faced loomed close to Ryou’s ear as he nibbled on it.

“See, I told you I’d get a reaction out of you.” He thrust his fingers again and Ryou threw his head back, his eyes widening in unwanted pleasure. “Inside every innocent virgin lies a regular whore just begging to be pleased. Even if their minds say ‘no’, their bodies say ‘yes’.”

Bakura removed his fingers and Ryou gave a little mew of protest. He felt his legs being pulled apart and his hips lifted. He opened his eyes and saw Bakura posed for entrance. Ryou immediately started struggling to get away, but Bakura held on tight to his hips. He felt the head of Bakura’s member nudge his opening, then thrust fully into him.

Ryou let out a scream of pure agony as Bakura 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. Ryou clawed at Bakura’s back, trying to relieve some of the pain he was experiencing. But Bakura had taken it the wrong way and thrust harder, the next one faster than the last. Ryou 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 Bakura’s onslaught.

Bakura suddenly pulled out of Ryou’s body, and flipped him over onto his stomach. Ryou felt his hips being lifted up until he rested on his knees. The position made him feel open and vulnerable, and he buried his face in the furs. Bakura gripped his hips hard enough to bruise as he pushed his way into Ryou again, the blood lubricating the passage more. Ryou cried up and raised himself up on his forearms as he was rocked back and forth by Bakura’s wild thrusting. He felt Bakura grab his hair again and yank his head back at a painful angle. Bakura hit those same bundle of nerves that made Ryou let out a moan of pleasure. Bakura’s entry wasn’t as bad as it was before, and he kept on hitting that little place that sent white hot fire flowing through him. The pleasure was mixed with the pain, but it was there none the less. He heard Bakura chuckle breathlessly.

“See, it’s not so bad. Just take it like a whore and we’re both happy.” Bakura released Ryou’s hair and gripped his hips, returning to his previous thrusting. Ryou had screamed himself hoarse by now and all he could do was moan pitifully. Bakura hit his climax and with a shout he emptied himself into Ryou. Ryou felt Bakura’s essence travel through his bowels, burning his inner walls. He groaned and collapsed onto the furs. He whimpered as Bakura pulled out of him and he lowered his bruised hips to the furs.

He lay on his stomach watching Bakura clean himself of all the cum and pull his pants back on. Ryou was in to much pain to get up and get dressed, so he just laid there. Bakura took his sword from the far corner of the tent, placing it in the sheathe strapped to his back. He turned to Ryou with a smirk.

“Rest up quickly, slave. For when I come back tonight after dinner, I better see you lying naked on those furs with your legs spread. We will repeat this act many more times, so you better get used to it!” With a wink and a smirk, Bakura left the tent, leaving Ryou alone.

****end rape scene****

Marik’s tent:

Malik sat on the fur bed, watching his Viking captor polish his sword and axe. Malik wasn’t sure if he was angry or excited. For the most part, he was angry at the fact that their whole village was destroyed and that they were kidnaped from their home. Or what was left of it. However, Malik liked the idea of something new and interesting. He had been in his village all his life, and it got boring after awhile. Plus, his captor was quite attractive. Tall, dark, blonde, strong, deadly; basically his captor looked like himself only pumped up more. And his hair was slightly different, being as it was sticking up and out in all directions.

He did worry about his friends, though. He knew they must be scared out of their wits, being alone without each other there. Malik was always the strong one of the group, while Yugi was the humor and Ryou the sensible one. He wondered how they were doing all by themselves. Probably not good, and he began to worry. His anger overpowered his desire for his captor. There was no telling what those other Vikings were doing to his friends! Malik turned from his capture and ‘hmphed’. He knew the Viking couldn’t speak English, so he thought it would be better if he spoke out loud. He wanted to hear himself bashing this Viking anyway.

“Lousy, thick headed, whore monger!” Marik stopped in his cleaning and raised an eyebrow.

‘Did I hear that right?’ he thought to himself.

“These Vikings, what poor excuse for men! They have nothing else better to do then run around with axes, making loud noises? What a bunch of dolts.” Marik’s brows drew together as he smirked. He had figured out his little slave’s plan. He didn’t think he could speak their language! Well, it would turn out to be quite a surprise for him. He was taught English, just like both his brothers. He placed his sword on the table and stood up, waltzing over to his slave.

“A thick headed dolt, am I?” All the colored drained from Malik’s face as he gulped.

‘Oops.’ he said to himself. He shot up from the furs and made a dash for the door, but Marik held him back and threw him down to the ground.

“I speak your lousy language! As much as I hate it....I speak it anyway!” Marik glared down at him, and Malik glared back up. “What’s your name, peasant?!” Malik crossed his arms.

“Is it really necessary? You’re just going to call me “slave” or “servant” anyway.” Marik frowned.

“Don’t get smart with me! I’ll knock you right in that wise ass mouth!” Malik smirked.

“I’ve dealt with men like you before. You don’t intimidate me!” Marik grinned evilly and bent at the waist, closer to Malik’s face.

“I don’t, huh? Well, I’m the worse of the Bolverk brothers so you’re luck is about to change!”

“Hmph. I don’t buy it!” Marik raised an eyebrow.

“You’re a strange creature. One minute you’re undressing me with your eyes, and the next you’re throwing insults at
me!” Malik blushed down to his roots. Was he that obvious? “Ah, so you admit it!”

“I’m not admitting anything! I was just embarrassed of the way you spoke to me!” Marik let out a laugh.

“Right, and the King of England is all merciful.” Malik rolled his eyes.

“Whatever problem you have with the English is not my fault. I myself am not to keen on the way our country is run. You’re beef isn’t with me or my friends. Now turn us loose!” Marik patted him on the head like he would a dog.

“Can’t do that. You see, I need a personal slave to get my rocks off with and serve my every whim. And you’re just right!” Malik stood up to face him, only he had to lift his head up a bit to make eye contact.

“Sex slave?” He scoffed “Please, there is nothing I desire in you. You are attractive, but you don’t stir anything within me.” Marik pouted, not sure if he was appalled or angry. He wasn’t used to hearing that he didn’t ‘do’ something for someone. “Besides, even if you have your way with me, I know how to fake it.” Malik smirked. “And you won’t know if you’re actually doing anything pleasurable to me or not! I’ve slept with most of the English guards that patrolled our village. You’re nothing new.” Marik let out a laugh again. Malik turned to him question, wondering what was so funny. “What are you laughing at?!” Marik’s laugher died down and he had to wipe a tear from his eye.

“Oh, that’s rich! You’ve only slept with English guards? They’re NOTHING compared to us Norsemen! We’re big where they are small!” Malik laughed.

“Don’t flatter yourself! I’ve told you before, you don’t do anything for me.” Marik ‘hmphed’.

“It’s obvious you haven’t had a REAL man before!”

“Inform me when you know of one.” Marik scowled. Now THAT hit him below the belt. Okay, he could play this game. Question his sex appeal will he?

“You know, you are definitely a bragger and liar.”

“How so?”

“You talk big, and act like you’re the cat with creme. You, oh slave, do nothing for me either. And apparently, those guards must have thought the same way. You’re not drop dead gorgeous or lusted after, you’re just a cheap piece of ass. Nothing more.” Malik fumed.

“I AM NOT!” He stomped his foot.

“Then prove to me you’re all you say you are!”

“Prove to me that you’re a “REAL” man!”

Touche! Sparks flew between their eyes, both growling at the other. They didn’t even hear Bakura enter the tent.

“MARIK!” Marik turned to face his brother, still growling. “Stop thinking with your cock and come with me! Yami needs to discuss a few things.” Marik glared at Malik, pointing a finger threatening at him, trying to say something. But words didn’t come out. He should just haul off and SLAP this slut! Maybe later.

“I’m coming! We’ll continue this later!”

With that, he stormed out of the tent with his brother, leaving Malik behind. Bakura noticed how tense his brother was. It wasn’t often that Marik got angry, really angry. If anything, Yami has the temper of the three. He himself is next in line.

“So, how’s your-“

”SLAVE!?” Bakura jumped at the sudden shout. “I’ll tell you! That is one little wise ass of a whore I’ve EVER seen! Thinks he’s better than me in the sack?!” Marik thrust his fist into the air, looking up at the sky. “I swear to Odin that I’ll have that boy moaning like a bitch in heat and BEGGING me for more!!” Bakura let out a laugh.

“I sure wouldn’t want to be in his shoes right now! I actually feel sorry for the guy.”

“SORRY!?” Bakura covered his ears. “HE QUESTIONED MY MANHOOD!!”

“Oooo, didn’t know that. I’d say screw him senseless than knock him around a few times for good measure. That should do it.” Marik grinned.

“Yeah, you’re right!” He chuckled evilly. “I can’t WAIT for tonight!”

“I wonder how that kid who likes Yami is getting along? Yami must be making him sweep the dirt!” They laughed.

“I would have my way with that little guy in a flash! But Yami, as we know it, has “values” or something like that.” Bakura just shook his head.

“Sex and Yami don’t go in the same sentence. For all we know, he could be one of those things that reproduce all by themselves!” They looked at each other for a second, then fell to the ground laughing.

In Yami’s tent, Yami let out a sudden sneeze as he counted his gold.

“You know,” started Seto “They say that when you sneeze, someone is making fun of you.” Yami pouted. Why him?

End Chapter two

Note: Don’t worry, everything will turn out fine! I know I made Marik and Bakura out to be rotten jerks, but it’s all for the cause. ^^ chapter three should be coming soon!