The Viking Brothers

ChibiMisu here! Okay, this chapter has two lemons, TristanXDuke and SetoXJou. Whew, took some serious energy to write this chapter for some reason. -_- I’ve been so busy with work and friends that I don’t have time anymore for reading or do that much writing. It’s a lot harder for me to produce chapters quickly, so I apologize for any long periods of “non updating”. I also haven’t gotten a chance to read MANY fanfics. I just like to take my time reading things. I can sneak a few in, but not that many. T_T I”m so worthless sometimes.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh


The Viking Brothers


Chapter 28: Leaves Are Turning, Storm Is Building


Duke sat by the campfire with Tristan’s cloak held tightly around him. Tristan was busy trying to find food for them. Luckily, they found a small cave not far from the forest path. They had taken Keith’s horse for their own and it too was tied to a rock inside the cave. Duke hoped they were safe from any of Keith’s men, and what would Keith do when he woke up?! The thought frightened him. Keith was capable of many horrible things, and once he found them...he didn’t even what to go there! Footsteps at the foot of the cave entrance startled him, but he relaxed when he saw it was only Tristan.

“I got us a rabbit. It’s not much, but it should tie us over for the night.” He said as he fed the fire more wood. “You okay?” Duke nodded.

“I should be asking you that. You took quite a beating.” Tristan shrugged and pulled a small dagger from his boot. Duke growled.

“So you DID have a weapon!” Tristan smiled nervously.

“Uh, I forgot it was there?”

Duke glared at him and crossed his arms. Sometimes, Tristan could be such a...a jackass! Why did he have to fall in love with some tavern room brawler who smelled of animals and sweat? He sounded like a woman. Tristan just whistled as he skinned the rabbit and sliced off the head. Duke stuck his tongue out.

“I don’t like meat that much.”

“Well, it’s either this or you can starve. One of the two.” Duke pouted.

“You didn’t find any-“

”Vegetables? No, not out here in the middle of the forest, Duke! I thought you were a man of the woods!” Duke huffed.

“I am!! I’m a yeoman, and proud of it! I just wondered if Norse forests were different from England’s forests, that’s all! We had a vegetable garden at my camp for your information!” Tristan sat down and held the rabbit over the fire.

“More for me then.”

“No, I’ll eat it. But I won’t like it!” Tristan changed the subject.

“So, how did Keith treat you?” Duke raised a brow.

“How?” Tristan nodded. “Well, he was rude at first, but wasn’t CRUEL. He did feed me, and tailored clothes for me. And as you know, I took Seto’s advice and played the part of the happy lover with him to make things easier, and it worked! He REALLY warmed up to me, and I think he actually fell for me.” Tristan’s brows went up in surprise.

“You’re not acting with me, are you?”

“No! Of course not!!” Duke nearly shouted. “That act was only so Keith would give me more freedom and not hurt me! However, I didn’t expect him to fall in love with me.” Tristan humphed

“Well, what did you expect? You were all gaa gaa over him and he took it seriously.” Tristan blushed a bit. “You are quite the temptress, as I have noticed.” Duke smiled at him and made him blush even more.

“I never thought I was THAT good. I’m not used to this kind of stuff.”

“Did your fellow outlaws ever try anything with you? I mean, you’re all men who live together and hardly get to see women since you’re always in hiding.” Duke laughed out loud and Tristan cocked his head in confusion.

“My comrades?! No, we were like brothers! I told you I’ve never had any experience with this and at my first chance I’m good at it! Who would have thunk it?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re with me, and now that you know all about flirting and tempting, you better not try any of that with others!” Duke rolled his eyes and sneered.

“Now you’re acting just like Keith! Are you going to keep me locked up in a room too?! Remember Tristan, I’m a yeoman! I need to be free!!”

“I’m not taking away your freedom! You can do whatever you want, just as long as it’s not with other men! I had you first!” Duke smirked and crossed his arms.

“Of course I wouldn’t do that! Unless you don’t pleasure me enough or continue to hold my interest, than that’s another story.” Tristan glared at him.

“My god, you are pure evil!” Duke gave him a smug look. “But I’m not going to worry, for you won’t loose interest in me.” Duke scoffed.

“What makes so sso sure?”

“In my past relationships, I’m the one who always does the dumping.” Duke glared and put his hands on his hips.

“You won’t dump me! I’ll dump you first!” Tristan chuckled.

“This is coming from the guy who hasn’t been with a man, or woman, until recently. You’re all talk, Duke. How do you know you’ll be the first to dump when you’ve never been in a relationship before?” Duke opened his mouth to say something, but closed it quickly and shied away. Tristan was right on that part, he had just made a complete fool of himself. “Ah, so my words are sinking in. We’re making progress.” Duke blushed. “Come here.” Duke looked up at Tristan who patted his lap with a wink and laid the rabbit to the side. He blushed angrily but crawled over and sat in Tristan’s lap.

“Happy now?” Duke asked, covering himself with the cloak. Tristan smirked.

“Nope. Not until you take that cloak off.” Duke flushed and batted him on the shoulder.

“Maybe I don’t wanna.” Tristan smirked pulled at the ties of the cloak.

“You’re gonna!” Duke ‘eeped’ as the cloak fell off of him, but he made no move to reach it. Tristan latched his lips onto Duke’s throat and sucked with urgency. Duke moaned and drug his hands along Tristan’s back. “I like this nightgown. It’s silky.” Duke scoffed.

“It belonged to a woman! A very chesty woman at that.”

“Can we keep it?” He purred in Duke’s ear, sliding the material down on one shoulder.

“I really rather not. It’s embarrassing!”

“Oh come on, who would know?”

“I would!!”

“Aw, you’re no fun...in that case-!” Duke let out a yelp as Tristan suddenly ripped the skimpy nightgown off his body, exposing him to the cold cave air.

“AH! TRISTAN!?” Duke reached for the cloak to cover himself but Tristan grabbed his arm, pulling it back. He scooped Duke up in his arms and stood up, spreading the cloak out with his foot. Duke turned a new shade of red as Tristan lowered him to the fabric, laying gently on top of him. The air was cold and Duke clung to Tristan’s clothed form, seeking warmth. Why was he the only one naked?! “It’s not fair that I’m naked aou’rou’re not!” Tristan smiled and nuzzled his ear.

“Very well then.” Tristan sat up and striped himself of his tunic top and threw it behind him. Duke thought Tristan had developed more muscles since he last saw him. Maybe he COULD defeat Keith if he was more prepared. He slid his pants down just enough to expose his erection which made Duke flush and cover his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m still new to this! I have to get used to it is all!!” Tristan chuckled settled between Duke’s shapely legs. He took one of Duke’s hands into his and entwined their fingers. Duke looked at their joined hands and smiled, his blush faded slightly. Tristan kissed his temple and cheek, bringing Duke’s face back to his. Their lips meant and quickly deepened the kiss. Tristan thrust his hips forward into Duke, making him moan into the kiss. It felt so much more comfortable with Tristan than it did with Keith. Keith’s slimy hands always made him shiver dis disgust. At least Tristan’s were rough, and fairly clean. Although, the calloused hands still scratched him a bit.

Tristan broke the kiss and moved back to Duke’s neck, licking and sucking the flesh like a man starved. Duke writhed under him and untwined their fingers so he could grip Tristan’s shoulders. He felt Tristan reach behind his head and pull the tie that held his hair in a pony tail. Tristan ran his hands through it, marveling at its soft texture. He rubbed the back of Duke’s skull gently, making him purr.

“You like that?” Tristan asked, kissing his forehead.

“It feels wonderful when you’ve had your hair up in a high pony tail all day.” Tristan felt Duke’s body trembling under his.

“Are you cold, Duke, or scared? You’re treng.”ng.” Duke let out a weak laugh.

“A little of both.” Tristan smiled reassuringly at him.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, love. As much as I hate to say this, you’re not virgin.” Duke blushed a deep red.

“Well, it’s still a bit new to me. Can you blame me for being nervous having been forced to sleep with Keith?” Tristan growled at the mention of that name and Duke gulped. “Oops, sorry. Don’t be mad, I told you why-“

Tristan shut him up with a kiss and started thrusting against him again. Duke felt Tristan’s tongue sliding along his lips and he quickly opened them to allow the muscle entrance. He started to plunder Duke’s mouth with urgency when he heard him whimper through the kiss. Breaking for air, he latched his mouth to Duke’s neck, nipping and sucking the soft sk



Duke was once again surprised by Tristan’s sudden breathtaking kiss. Tristan tongue nearly gagged him, but that was okay, because he was used to it. That’s practically all Keith liked to do when they weren’t coupling. He shivered a bit when those lips attacked his neck, but he couldn’t hold back a moan. He was just worried about his first time with Tristan. He didn’t know why, but he just felt...uneasy. This was one of his childhood friends he was getting ready to sleep with. Maybe that was it.

Tristan continued to ravish the pale throat just like he did that wise-ass mouth! He was going to make Duke scream loud enough to rattle the cave walls! Duke was already moaning and writhing beneath him and it made Duke all the more desirable. Tristan noticed how Duke disappeared under his body, for it gave him sudden feel of dominance. He liked it. And he knew, that without a doubt, he could over power Duke if he got out of hand. He could do it with one hand behind his back and his eyes closed! But, they’ll play that game another time. This moment with Duke was the only thing that mattered.

Duke shuttered when Tristan ran his large, rough hand up his leg gently. He gasped and started rocking his hips up meet Tristan’s, delighted when he heard Tristan groan. He stroked the back of Tristan’s head lovingly while his other clu clutched the wide shoulder. He wrapped his legs around Tristan’s waist and kissed his cheek. He blushed again when he felt Tristan’s hand travel between his legs and a finger enter him. He gasped out loud and clung to Tristan’s shoulders, trying to relax his muscles to ease some of the discomfort. Tristan quickly added a second finger and Duke cried out as they both hit his pleasure spot. His eyes slipped shut in bliss as he thrust forward onto the invading digits. Tristan latched his mouth back onto Duke’s throat, wanting to give him the hickey of a lifetime to mark him as his.

“Ready?” Tristan asked in a sweet voice. Duke nodded but moaned in protest as he felt Tristan’s fingers pull out of his body. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Please?”

“I think you can do better than that.” Tristan said with a short laugh.

“Please, tae noe now?” Duke said, a bit unsure of himself.

“That’s better, but not really what I wanted. I’ll let it go this time.”

Duke suddenly threw his head back as Tristan entered him in one swift thrust. Duke squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip to keep from crying out again. Tears slipped down from his clenched eyes and then felt Tristan’s tongue licking them away. He mumbled a ‘sorry’ and just held him. Duke was glad Tristan was waiting for him to adjust.

“I did that so the pain would be quick. If I were to slow, it would probably hurt you more.” Duke sneered.

“Somehow, I doubt that. You just lost your privilege, mister!! Take it out!!” Tristan laughed and shook his head ‘no’.

“I’ve waited to long for this moment. You’ll like it soon enough.” Duke started yelling obscenities at him and pounding his fists on Tristan’s back. Tristan smirked and suddenly thrust into him, making him cry out in slight pain. It wasn’t to bad, but it still hurt and he didn’t like it. Tristan thrust into him again and white hot pleasure filled his being. Duke soon adjusted to Tristan’s size and gently lifted his hips, telling Tristan to continue. Tristan started out a slow pace, giving Duke time to get used to the feeling. His hand sought Duke’s on the ground and entwined thhandhands yet again. Duke’s slender fingers grasped his hand tightly and started to meet Tristan’s thrusts with vigor. Tristan could no longer hold back as he started to ravish his new lover’s body. He smiled when Duke began screaming with each thrust he gave. It seemed that each thrust made his cries louder and all the more sweet.

Duke let go of Tristan’s hand and used it to clutch at the muscles of Tristan’s strong back, trying to hold himself steady from being pushed forward by the still increasing thrusts. Keith never made him feel this good! Keith did bring him pleasure throughout the whole thing, but not like Tristan was doing now. Maybe it was because of the feelings held dear for Tristan? Whatever it was, it sure made this hell of a lot better! He felt Tristan’s breath on his ear.

“It’s not as much fun if you’re just screaming. No words of encouragement for me?” Tristan asked as he gave him a particularly hard thrust, making Duke shudder with a shriek.

“Well...what...what do you want....want me to say?” Tristan rolled his eyes.

“Nevermind! We’re doing this my way!” Tristan suddenly pulled out of him and flipped him over onto his stomach. Duke let out a shriek as Tristan entered him from behind

“OW! Hey-! OH!” Duke yelped as Tristan started banging him. Keith hadn’t ever taken him this way, and the new position helped Tristan angle his thrusts to give him more pleasure. He lifted himself up onto his hands, bracing himself against the onslaught.

“More....ah!! Ah!! Faster!!!” He had to take short breaths to speak, the deep thrusting taking away some of his air. “Harder...” Tristan sped up, making Duke’s head fall between his arms, the white hot pleasure being almost to much for him. “Yes!!” He gasped out “I want more...!” he couldn’t help but say it.

“That’s more like it!”


After a few more earth shattering thrusts, Duke reached his climax. He fell forward on the ground with a large smile on his face while Tristan continued his plundering. Tristan followed Duke not too long after and collapsed on top of him. When Duke came down from his pleasure high, he noticed the heavy weight of Tristan’s body on his. With a grunt, he threw Tristan off of him, surprising the other man.

“Wha-?”


“Owiee....” Duke whined as he stood up, rubbing his backside. “You jerk! Don’t just crash into me!! I don’t like it!” Tristan sweat dropped.

“Thought I was doing you a favor.” Duke picked up Tristan’s cloak and placed it around his shoulders. “Didn’t you like it? Sure sounded like you did.” Duke hmphed.

“It was...pleasurable.”

“That’s all?” Tristan felt his pride had been hurt. Duke put his hands on his hips.

“Well, if you didn’t just slam into me, maybe it would have been different.” He yawned and walked over to Tristan, sitting down next to him. “I’m tired.” Tristan smiled and laid back on the cool surface of the cave floor. He pulled Duke down with him to lay on top of his, the cloak fluttering around them.

“I know you wouldn’t like sleeping on the cold ground, so you can use me as a bed.” Duke smiled and laid his full weight on his lover.

“Am I too heavy?”

“You’re perfect.” Duke sighed and blushed at the words, cuddling up to Tristan.

“So are you, in my eyes anyway.” Tristan brought a hand up to stroke his love’s dark, silky hair.

“Do you love me, Duke?”

“Do you love me?” Duke asked the same question. Tristan nodded.

“Of course I do! If didn’t, would I have gone through all that to save you? So, do you love me?” Duke blushed and kissed his lover’s neck.

“Yes.” Tristan was so relieved to hear the answer that he brought Duke into a bear hug, making the other man gasp for air.

“I love you too!!”

Yami’s room:

Annar giggled as he crawled around the floor happily while Yami and Yugi were in a make out session. Beowulf was sound asleep on the rug when he was suppose to be watching Annar. Mokuba had to be called away for his tutoring, so Annar was all alone. The baby crawled over to the door which was slightly ajar and crawled out into the hallway. Yami and Yugi were to caught up in themselves to noticed Annar living the room. Annar crawled down the deserted hallway, laughing happily. He came to a flight of stairs and easily crawled down them. The baby cooed as he made a right now another hallway, his curiosity getting the best of him.

Yugi pushed Yami away, wiping his mouth of some saliva from the heavy kissing.

“That’s enough, Yami! I have to watch Annar!”

“Oh he’s fine! Quit worrying so much!” Yugi pushed him completely off of him and sat up, searching the room for Annar.

“Where’s Annar?!” Yugi asked in a panic.

“He’s playing on the rug.”

“No, he’s not! He’s gone!!” Yugi threw the covers off and hurried out of bed. He stumbled around a bit and grabbed onto the bed post. “Annar! Annar where are you?!” Yami looked under the bed but saw nothing there.

“He’s not under the bed.” Beowulf jumped up and down by the door, attracting Yugi’s attention to it. Yugi shrieked.

“YAMI!! THE DOOR IS OPEN!! HE MUST HAVE CRAWLED OUT!!” Yami grabbed Yugi’s hand.

“Lets go find him!!” They quickly exited the room with Beowulf in toe.


Marik whistled as he strolled down the hall, in a good mood for no reason. He was on his way to his room to find Malik and hopefully get a little romp before dinner. Marik has been holding back on all other servants for Malik’s sake. If he was going to be a married man soon, he’d have to learn to commit. The word made a slight shiver go through his body. Maybe a lay here or there once in awhile wouldn’t be so bad. Like maybe...twice a month? He’d have to see what married life brings him. He paused in his whistling as he saw his nephew crawling down the hall towards him.

“Hey little guy, where are you sneaking off to?” Annar stopped in front of him and sat back on his bottom, reaching his chubby hands up to his uncle. Marik looked around to make sure no one was there and made a cute chibi face.

“Aww, he’s so cute!!”

“Gaa...” Marik almost squealed.

“Aww! He said ‘gaa’!! Come here you!!” Marik reached down and picked the little bundle, holding him at arms length. “You’re so cute and chubby!”

“UNHAND THAT BABY!!!!” Marik gasped at being caught by someone and almost dropped Annar but managed to grip him tight to prevent it. He saw Yami and Yugi, who was stumbling a bit, running towards him in a panic. Yami growled and snatched Annar out of Marik’s hands.

“You big oaf! I don’t want MY son joining Smokey, you got that!!! Keep those hands to yourself!!” Marik turned chibi and crouched down by the wall, a single spotlight shining down on him. He bit his fist as waterfalls of tears poured down his cheeks.

“Why me??”

Yugi took Annar from Yami and held the baby close, almost breaking out into tears. Annar giggled pulled on Yugi’s hair, making him yelp. Yami stroked his son’s back gentle, glad to have him back. Yugi glared at Yami and suddenly slapped him clear across the face. Yami was shocked and Marik turned his head after he heard the slap. Yami’s cheek was slightly red and Marik pointed at him and laughed.

“Ha ha!! You got bitch slapped!” Yugi slapped Marik too, shocking the other man as well.

“You....you....you two....a- holes!!” He placed Annar on Beowulf’s back and returned to slapping Yami around. “WHEN I TELL YOU TO STOP, YOU STOP!!!”

“OW!! STOP IT YUGI!! OW!! THAT HURTS!!”

“It’s suppose too! And YOU!” Yugi gripped two hand fulls of Marik’s hair and started pulling on it.

“OWIEEE!! STOP!!!!”

“YOU KNOW YOU’RE TOO BIG FOR SMALL THINGS!! YOU TWO ARE SO SMART, YOU’RE STUPID!! The two men fell to the floor, both in shock and pain. Yugi clutched at his arrow wound, knowing he strained himself a bit. “My poor baby could have gotten lost or hurt!! Maybe even have died!! Shame on you, Yami!!” Yami turned chibi and sulked.

“Have mercy?” Yugi tried to catch his breath, knowing he had REALLY hurt himself this time. He ignored the two men and climbed onto Beowulf’s back, holding Annar close.

“Good day, gentlemen.” With that, Yugi turned Beowulf around to head back to the room. Yami and Marik just cowered on the floor, Marik with a chunk of hair missing and Yami with red slap marks on his cheeks. Yami turned arikarik.

“Uh, I think I’ll give Yugi some alone time and go see how supper is going.” Marik nodded.

“O-okay. I was heading to my room. S-see you at dinner.” Yami nodded.

“Yeah...” the two parted ways, Yami still in a daze.


Marik’s room:

Marik entered his room, both angry and hurt at the same time. He wasn’t allowed to hold his own nephew! And he even got slapped around by Little Yugi! Oh what a cruel world! The ghost of Smokey the Cat must be following him like a dark cloud! Why him? Malik was folding some of his clothes on the bed.

“What’s wrong with you?” Malik asked, resting the shirt he was folding in his lap.

“I just got scolded for holding Annar and yelled at by Yugi!” Marik replied angrily, falling on the bed next to his lover. “It’s not fair! He’s my nephew, I should be able to hold him!” Malik sighed.

“They just-“ Marik cut him off.

“Don’t want him to go the same way as Smokey! I know that already!!” Marik looked at Malik and noticed he had a serious look on his face. “What’s with you?”

“Nothing important.” Marik raised an eyebrow.

“What is it? Please tell me.” Malik sighed.

“Well, I guess you could say I’m a little jealous of Yami and Yugi.”

“What the hell for?” Malik blushed.

“They have a baby of their own. Well, Yami does anyway, but he made Yugi the mother.” Marik chuckled.

“Last time I checked you weren’t a woman.” Malik sighed.

“But I want one of my own like they have!”

“Geez Malik, I’ve sired at least 20 little brats! Just pick one you like and keep it!” Malik slapped him in the back of the head.

“You idiot! They’re not a litter of puppies! You ungrateful jerk!” Marik rolled his eyes.

“You know what, I don’t need this abuse!” Malik stomped his foot.

“If I can’t have a baby, then I want a pet!”

“I want, I want, I want! What about MY needs?!” Malik crossed his arms.

“Sex, oral, sleep, food, booze.” Marik gaped at him.

“Damn, you narrowed it down!”

“I want a dog.” Marik shook his head.

“No pets in the house.”

“Why not!?” Malik whined.

“Because I said so.” Malik placed his hands on his hips and stomped his foot.

“But I want one!” Marik growled.

“And I said ‘no’!” Malik threw himself on the bed. “Oh, you spoiled brat! Stop acting like you’re three!!”

“You’re so mean!” Marik flopped down next to him.

“Don’t cry, mink. I just don’t think a dog is necessary. Go play with Beowulf!”

“I don’t want to play with Beowulf! I want my OWN pet!!” Marik thought for a second, then the perfect idea came to his head.

“How about a horse?” Malik peeked his head up from the bed. “I can have a beautiful horse bred for you. Of course, Avaldamon would be the father. What do you say?” Ha ha! He copied Bakura’s idea!! Score! Malik sniffed but smiled.

“Really?” Marik nodded with a goofy grin. “Okay, I want a cream colored pony!”

“That would be hard to get with Avaldamon doing the breeding. He’s all black.” Malik sighed.

“That would be fine then. I just want a pet. And if you can get me a pretty horse, I’d be VERY happy!” Marik kissed his love’s forehead.

“If you’re happy, the world’s happy.”


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Keith groaned as he blinked his eyes open. The sun shined bt ant and he quickly shut his eyes to avoid the piercing light. He had a terrible headache. What the hell happened? He was hugging Duke and then everything went black. A thought came to his head as he realized it must have been that bastard Tristan! Oh boy, was he gonna get it! Keith struggled to get to his feet, holding his head in pain. He felt a river of blood trickled down his face and he growled. Now that bastard was gonna die!! The sound of hoof beats and men shouting caught his attention. He saw Pegasus, his two drones, and a group of maybe five or six men coming his way.

“Keith, are you alright?!” Pegasus shouted in mock concern. The men slowed their horses to a halt in front of him. “What on earth happened? You’re bleeding.” Keith growled.

“I was thrown from my horse trying to catch that thieving stable boy!”

“I’m terribly sorry for what you had to go through, dnephnephew. Those damn Bolverk brothers hurt your feelings yet again.” Keith had a look of murderous rage and Pegasus smirked. “See, this is all more reason to join with me. I’ll say it again, we can kill two birds with one stone. What have you got to lose? It’s the only way to get Duke back into your arms and safe at home.” Keith was silent for a few minutes, bhen hen responded to Pegasus’s offer.

“When do we attack?

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Seto’s Room:

Seto collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach about something. He was hoping it was something he ate. Sometimes, he felt like just running away from everything here. Why? Because everyone here drives him NUTS!! Why does everyone come to him come to him all the time!? Can’t they think for themselves? If he were to leave this castle, it would fall within a day. Wait, even shorter than that. Marik and Bakura would end up killing one another and Yami would probably commit suicide. Even his puppy was going into “wench mode” recently. It was getting hard to bear. He loved Jou, but he wanted to take his hand to that pretty backside, and not in a fun way either.

“Seto!” Seto groaned as he recognized Jou’s voice and hid his face in the pillow. “I thought I told you not to lay on the sheets with your boots! You’re getting dirt everywhere! Take them off!”

“You do it.”

“No, you do it! They’re your boots!”

“You want them off so bad, then you can take them off. I’m not moving.” Jou stared at him, mouth agape.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Seto Kaiba!” Seto groaned

“Please pup, I have a head ache...” Jou’s anger quickly turned to concern. It wasn’t often Seto had a headache, much less acted like this.

“Are you okay?” Seto moaned.

“I think I’m pretty far from it. That dream is just...” he sighed “I don’ t know. It worries me. I know something bad is going to happen...it’s just a matter of WHERE and WHEN.” He rolled over on his back. “I just don’t know what to do. Yami thinks I’m going insane and won’t believe me.” Jou raised a brow.

“Yami? But, Yami always believed everythyou you said! Why would this be any different?”

“Because it was a dream. I’ve never had this before. True, I’ve had visions, but I’m not sure if this is a vision of something horrible or just a bad dream. It’s all so confusing. With Yugi wounded Yami isn’t really listening to me anyway, and Ryou almost killed himself today too.” Jou gasped.

“What?! What the hell for?!” Seto shrugged.

“Bakura of course! He’s all mad because Bakura is fucking around and he tried to slit his wrists. Good thing Bakura got to him when he did, or I would be arranging a funeral.”

“Poor Ryou. All he wants is for Bakura to return his feelings. What is so hard about that?” Seto shook his head.

“I can’t think about this right now!” Seto threw an arm over his eyes. “My mind is so boggled that I fear I WILL lose my sanity!” Seto felt a sudden weight on his legs and he lifted his arm to see who it was. He smiled when he saw it was Jou, smiling wantonly at him.

“I think you need to relax, baby.” Seto sighed.

“How? Are you planning to do something about it?” Jou smirked and fiddled with the belt of Seto’s pants.

“Maybe.” He purred as he undid the buckle quickly, throwing it to the other side of the bed. Seto grinned.

“I can’t remember the last time you did this.”

Seto said as he quickly toed his boots off. Jou giggled and pulled Seto’s pants down to free his already hard member. Jou smirked and licked his lips eagerly before suddenly clamping his mouth down on Seto’s member. He took the head of his lover’s arousal into his mouth and slowly started to go down on him. He felt Seto grab his hair with a moan and buck his hips, pushing himself further down Jou’s throat. Jou swallowed around him and effectively deep throated him. Jou moaned as Seto thrust down his throat and the vibrations made Seto speed up a bit. Before Seto could release, Jou pulled his mouth away, licking his lips seductively.

“You did NOT just do that to me!?” Seto grunted out, ready to strangle the puppy between his legs right now.

“I’m not done yet, Seto.” Jou said with a wink and crawled up Seto’s body. Jou bent down and gave his lover a chaste kiss. Seto took full advantage of the situation and moved his hands up to Jou’s shoulders, where he pulled the tunic over his puppy’s head. Jou was now bare to only Seto’s eyes and their lips met again in a heated kiss. Jou slipped his hands back into Seto’s pants and pushed them down until they were off completely. Seto kicked them to the floor somewhere and brought his attention back to kissing his puppy. Jou pulled away and poked at Seto’s nose. “I want you to relax, love. So, leave everything to me, I want to make you feel better.”

“You always brighten up my day, pup.” Jou smiled prettily before suddenly impaling himself on Seto’s member. Seto gasped at the sudden movement and Jou let out a slight gasp. Jou was so used to this by now that he never felt any pain from entrance anymore. He lowered his head and smiled down at Seto. He was panting and his eyes were half lidded. Seto smirked and wiped the sweat damp bangs from Jou’s face. Jou chuckled as he suddenly started to rock himself back and forth. Seto started thrusting up into that tight heat, making Jou gasped and pause in his rocking.

“Lay still Seto. I just want to give you comfort. You need this.” Seto nodded and grinned when Jou continued his rocking. Jou moaned each time Seto hit that one pleasure spot. He started moving faster, moaning and gasping with each downward thrust onto Seto. Seto couldn’t hold still any more, so he grabbed Jou’s waist and sat himself up, sending himself deeper into Jou.

Jou gasped as he wrapped his arms around Seto’s shoulders. One hand clutched Seto’s hair as Seto started thrusting up quickly. Each thrust brought a moan from Jou as he held onto Seto tightly. Jou whispers words of encouragement in his ear, and Seto moved to fulfill Jou’s needs.

“More...” Jou breathed out. Seto moved to fulfil his pup’s pleas, now making Jou throw his head back and scream his pure pleasure. Seto felt his completion coming on and thrust harder and faster into Jou’s hot body. He noticed Jou never lost that smile throughout the whole act. Seto liked the fact that he could make Jou feel so good, and in turn his pup was making him feel better. “SETO—!”

Jou threw his head back again and shot his essence all over their stomachs. Seto followed right after, completely filling his puppy’s body. Jou brought his face to Seto’s, still molded with a lazy grin.

“Do you feel better, love?” Seto squeezed Jou close, breathing in his puppy’s scent.

“Thank you, Jou. I really needed to get my mind off of everything.” Jou smiled and pushed Seto back down on the bed. He laid beside him, curling his body up against Seto’s. “I want you to stay with me forever.”

“I will stay with you, Seto, forever and ever. That’s a promise.” Jou said and kissed Seto’s cheek. Seto sighed and pulled his puppy close, thinking about the image of that dog. No, he wouldn’t think about that! “You need some rest, Seto, so go to sleep. I’ll be here with when you wake up. I only wish I could take away those visions you’ve been having.” Seto stroked Jou’s waist.

“Don’t worry about it, pup. It’s out of your control, this is my problem. So stop worrying your pretty little puppy head over it, or I’m going to spank you.” Jou purred.

“Promise?” Seto gave him a light pat on his backside. “Yipe!” Seto chuckled.

“You were asking for that. Now lets sleep, puppy.” Jou sighed and quickly fell asleep against Seto. Seto had a hard time getting to sleep since the images of those animals and wolves kept popping up in his mind. Silently, he slipped from the bed and walked to his balcony, picking up a robe along the way. He looked out at the land, and noticed the trees. The trees leaves were turned belly up to the sky. They say that when leaves turn over, it means a storm is coming. Seto gasped lightly as he heard distant thunder far over the trees. The wind had kicked up a bit too. Oh how he hoped these visions/dreams were wrong.

By midmorning, Seto had fallen asleep against the balcony wall exhausted from all his thinking. There was a sudden chill in the air that stirred him from his sleep. With a yawn and crack of his neck, Seto wrapped the robe tighter around himself to protect him from the cold. He looked into the room at the bed and gave a lazy smile to his puppy who was sound asleep in the bed.

Then, a sudden noise traveled through the air that chilled him to the bone. He leaned over the balcony wall and heard the howl wol wolf. The wind had picked up a bit, and the storm clouds were rolling closer to the castle. Every image of his dream came back and new for a fact that it was true. From out of the trees only balls of fire appeared, then the shaded figures of men. Everything was playing out perfectly right now. A rumble of fire sparked the wolf to howl again, and he quickly turned back into his chamber.

“JOU!! JOU WAKE UP!!” Jou jumped awake, holding the covers up to his body.

“Set-“ Seto started to throw on his close.

“We’re under attack!!” Jou jumped out of bed.

“What?!”

“There’s an army coming towards our castle!! We must warn the others!!” Seto grabbed the war horn and gave Jou a quick kiss. “Don’t fight, Jou. Remain here. Hide, do whatever you have to! I don’t want you hurt!.” The image of the golden puppy being torn apart by wolves plagued his mind as he looked at Jou. “Find Mokuba, and keep him with you. Better yet, go to Yami’s room.” Jou shook his head.

“I want to stay with you!” Seto pulled away from him

“We don’t have time for this now!! I must wake the others!!” Seto dashed down the hall, blowing the war horn as loud as he could. “WE’RE UNDER ATTACK! UNDER ATTACK!!” Seto ran down every hallway, awakening warriors and servants.

Doctor’s Room:


Bakura sat strait up in the bed at hearing the war horn. He heard distinctly, ‘we’re under attack’ and the constant blowing of that damn horn! He threw his legs over the bed and ran to the window, throwing open the shutters. His eyes widened at the sight of Viking warriors headed for their castle, in a large army too.

“Bakura?” Ryou’s sweet voice made him turn around.

“We’re under attack!” Ryou gasped

“Attack? By whom?” Ryou heard the war horn and clutched the blankets close. “What will happen, Bakura?” Bakura ran to the bed and gripped Ryou by the shoulders.

“This is dangerous, Ryou. I don’t know what is happening. I want you to go stay with Yugi, and Malik. I’m sure Marik will have the same idea!” Ryou started to cry.

“Bakura, will you be alright?” Bakura nodded.

“I’ll be fine! Hurry on now!!” Bakura helped Ryou out of bed and Ryou brought him into a tight embrace.

“Be careful, my love...” Bakura frowned and blinked his eyes sadly. Everything was happening so quick. What was going on? He didn’t need this from Ryou right now.

“I will. And you do the same. Now get a move on before I slapped that pert behind of yours!” Ryou nodded and hurried out of the room, both heading in opposite ends.

Marik’s Room:

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!” Malik shot up from the bed and shouted, holding his eyes. Marik jerked awake, his eyes still closed.

“I’m awake! I’m awake...” His eyes shot open as he recognized the sound of the war horn.

“WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!!” Seto’s voice rang clear through their door, and Malik gripped onto Marik’s arm.

“Marik! What is going on here?!” Marik threw the covers off and slipped on his tunic, grabbing his helmet from a nearby chair.

“You, head to Yugi’s room. No doubt he has the baby with him. Ryou is probably there too.” Malik got out of bed and threw his clothes on, handing Marik his axe and sword.

“Take care, Marik. I send my love with you.” Marik stroked the bangs out of his lover’s face.

“Kiss my axe for luck.” Malik did just that, and kissed the tip of his sword for good measure.

“May all your gods and mine go with you.” They shared a deep kiss before Marik dashed out of the room. Malik watched him disappear down the hallway and felt a tear slip down his cheek. He wiped it away, knowing that crying wouldn’t solve anything. Quickly, he ran as fast as he could to Yugi’s room.


Yami’s Room:

Yami stared out over the balcony, sizing up the approaching army. There were so many of them. Yami realized that what Seto has been telling him all along about his visions were correct. He should never had doubted him. The war horn had woken Annar from his sleep and he was crying uncontrollably. Yugi tried to soothe him while his won nerves were shot. The sound of the war cries and hoof beats filled his heart with fear and dread. That would mean Yami has to fight. He watched as Yami started to get dress, grabbing his sword and helmet.

“Stay in here, Yugi. No matter what you hear, don’t open the door!!” Yami shouted at him over Annar’s wailing. Yugi nodded, tears pouring down his face.

“What’s going to happen to us, Yami?!” Ryou suddenly ran into the room followed by Malik in toe. Yami looked at them with relief.

“Thank the gods!! Stay here with Yugi until this is settled!” They nodded.

“Bakura is trying to find you. Marik too I’m sure.” Ryou said, heading over to Yugi and the crying Annar. Jou next entered the room, holding Mokuba in his arms.

“Seto told me to stay here.” Yami nodded and handed Jou one of his extra swords.

“You’re the only one here with sword skills who fought against Vikings. Guard them well.” Jou placed Mokuba on the ground who quickly ran to Ryou and Yugi.

“I promise, Yami. Hurry, Seto needs you! We all do.” Yami looked back at Yugi and his son, feeling a deep wave of despair. It was a big army. He hoped his boys could hold them off. Yami gave Yugi and his son a quick kiss on the head before running out the door. Yugi held Annar close who had stopped crying as Ryou stroked his little back. Jou closed and locked the door from the inside, putting the key in his pocket. Malik joined the others on the bed and they held each other, wanting to soothe the other’s heartache. Jou stood by the door, ready and raring to go for whatever might come through that door.


Next Chapter: The Storm Has Come

It's getting good now, folks!! ^_^ the next chapter might take a bit of time because i have to write a LOT of fight scenes, so please be patient with me!! *dodges flying various fruits* I'll work as fast as i can though, i promise!! ^^'''