The Viking Brothers

ChibiMisu here!! Sorry I took so long to update!! *bows low* Okay, we have a BakuraxRyou lemon along with some MarikxMalik lime. The Pineapple Story Part II follows right after the chapter. But I think you guys know that by now! Lol!!

I was going through my old cds when I came across my Led Zepplin albums. I forgot all about the "Immigrant Song", which is about the Vikings! I used to listen to it all the time back in the day! ^^ If you haven't heard it, you should listen to it!!


Read on my friends!! ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh

The Viking Brothers


Chapter 37: High Hopes

“We’re busting you out of here!” Jou told him.

“How did you find me?” Seto asked.

“We’ll talk about that later, lets hurry up and get out of here!” Duke turned to Tristan. “It’s best if you carry Seto on your back. If we need to make a fast getaway, it doesn’t look like he could do it.”

“Okay Duke.” Tristan obeyed and knelt down next to the two lovers. Jou helped Seto onto Tristan’s back, holding onto his waist so he didn’t fall. Tristan stood up and held onto Seto’s legs tightly. Duke poked his head outside the cell and looked around, seeing the guards still out cold on the floor. He waved his friends on with his hand as they tip toed out and down the hall.

Jou pushed his way to front so Duke couldn’t have all the glory of saving Seto. He wanted to help his lover too! Tristan pushed Duke behind him to protect him, making his lover pouted. However, Duke spotted a locked door to left and stopped to examine it. He measured the key hole and then sized up the keys he had. When he found the one that matched, he quietly opened it and looked inside. His eyes widened at what he saw.

“Hey Duke!” Jou whispered harshly. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“You guys go ahead, I’ll be right there!”

“But Duke-“ Duke cut Tristan off.

“Go on! I’ll be right behind you!” Jou pulled Tristan away, knowing their first priority was Seto. Duke could take care of himself. The three men made it safely outside, but noticed Duke was not with them. Tristan gave Seto to Jou and wanted go back down, but Jou wouldn’t let him.

“He’ll be right back, Tris. Just be patient!”

Duke was busy raiding the treasury which he had found behind the door. Who would hide their money in the dungeon?! Oh well, it didn’t matter to him. What DID matter were the fat bags of money that were piled on top of one another. He chuckled evilly as he took three bags in his arms. He wished he could carry more, but remembered that he could always come back! His eyes and smile widened again as he spotted a locked chest in the far corner. Where there’s a locked chest, there are jewels! Duke put the bags of money down and pulled out a little lock pin he had kept in his hair tie. Sitting down in front of the chest, he poked the pin the lock and jiggled it a few times. With a little ‘click’, the lock popped open and enabled him to look inside.

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Duke grinned from ear to ear as he slipped on numerous necklaces made up of all kinds of jewels, a few tiaras, various rings, bracelets, and one or two brooches. Either Pegasus had a mistress or they were his. If they were his, that wouldn’t have surprised Duke too much. He always thought Pegasus was to girly anyway. With a happy sigh, he locked the chest up again and grabbed the three bags of gold. When he turned to leave the room, he bumped into something hard and fell backwards. The coins spilled from out of the bags and clattered on the stone floor.

“Ouch!” Duke rubbed his lower back and hissed, peeking one eye open to see what he had ran in to. A wave of pure fear traveled through his body and numbed his senses. He stared into the angry eyes, or rather, just ‘eye’ of Keith. His left eye had a patch over it while the other had a light scar across the blue. Duke realized he must have really done some damage to Keith’s eyes when he scratched them. Keith would surly put him through torture now! Duke tried to make a break for it but Keith’s large arm encircled his waist and squeezed tight. Keith picked him up effortlessly and carried him on his hip as if Duke was a piece of luggage.

Duke kicked and screamed as he was carried up from the dungeon and threw the halls of tastlastle. Various servants and guards stopped to look at the scene curiously. Keith had the same expression on his face despite the obsanities and insults Duke was throwing at him. He was carried to the court room where none other than Pegasus sitting cross legged up on the dais chair. A few guards stood at the base of the dais with their spears standing upright at their sides. None of them looked very happy. Keith suddenly dropped him to the floor in front of Pegasus without saying a word.

“What is that rotten thief doing in my castle?” Asked Pegasus in the calm voice. “And why is he wearing my jewels?!”

“I caught him in the dungeon treasury room, Uncle Peg.” Keith told him. “I spotted him and immediately brought him to you.”

“You did well. Stand up thief!” Pegasus demanded and Duke obeyed. He didn’t fear Pegasus at all. The only person he feared here was Keith. “What TRUE reason do you have for entering my castle?! I know it wasn’t only just to rob me!”

“But it WAS just to rob you.” Duke answered him with a smirk. “You’ve robbed from so many people yourself, and you have the nerve to call me a thief!? I bet half of these jewels I’m wearing right now were stolen from someone you attacked!” Pegasus slammed his fist down on the arm rest of his chair.

“If you say anything like that to me again I’ll order Keith to rip that sharp tongue right out of your big mouth! And I’m sure he’d take pleasure in doing so!”

“What other consequences do you have for me?” Duke asked with a smirk, showing no fear.

“Just for that question, you’ll be executed, and I’ll let Keith do the honors! What do you say to that?” Duke pretended he was thinking about Pegasus’s question when really he was looking for an escape route. Jou and Tristan must still be waiting for him outside. It’s dangerous for them to be in the open, so he had to think quick. He looked at the rope that held up the large, iron chandelier that hung above them. On Keith’s belt was a dagger and he took in his hand, not catching the eye of either men. The hand is quicker than the eye.

“Well, I say you’ll have to catch me first!” Duke suddenly threw the dagger across the room and it made contact with the chandelier rope, slicing it. The sound from the falling chandelier drew their attention to the ceiling, giving Duke an opportunity to make a break for it. He dashed across the floor with alarming speed and caught the rapidly sliding rope between his hands. The weight of the chandelier lifted him up to the second floor.

“THERE HE GOES! SHOOT HIM!” Pegasus ordered his men as the archers aimed their bows. Duke managed to jump over the second floor wall, missing the rain of arrows that flew his way. “SPREAD OUT AND FIND HIM!”

Duke started to run down numerous hallways, looking for a way out. He stopped to look at every window, hoping it would lead to a balcony or the castle’s second story. To his luck, one of the windows led out to a short outlook tower. He jumped through the window and landed with cat like grace on the stone surface. He could hear the shouts of the Viking warriors all through out the castle and he ran along the castle wall, looking for signs of his friends. A group of black caught his eye as he recognized they were his friends and started to wave his arms frantically.

“UP HERE YOU GUYS!! UP HERE!!” His friends caught sight of him and ran to the castle.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WAY UP THERE?!” Tristan shouted up.

“GET READY TO CATCH ME!!” Duke ordered him as he jumped up on the edge of the wall. Tristan wasn’t sure how they were going to catch him from that height and he started to panic. Seto slid off his back and pulled Tristan’s cloak off.

“Use this as a net!” Seto suggested and the two obeyed, each taking an end. “JUMP DUKE!!” Duke looked behind him and saw the Viking guards come out from the tower door. With a little ‘eep’, he jumped from the edge and landed safely on the make shift net. The weight and force of his landing knocked Tristan and Jou to their knees.

“RUN FOR YOU LIVES!!” Duke shouted at them and took off in a run, waving them on. Seto jumped onto Tristan’s back as the trio ted ted to run, the sound of arrows wisping through the air echoed in their ears. Seto gasped in surprise as one arrow flew pass his head and landed in the ground, harming no one. Duke was far ahead of them with the speed of a stag and Seto thought they had lost sight of him in the fog. He told Tristan just to keep running strait for the woods.

Their horses were still safely tied to the tree. Duke untied one and waited for the others to catch up. Jou was the first to arrive and Duke gave him the first horse. Tristan came with Seto and offered to ride with him. Jou wanted to hold Seto but he explained to this lovhat hat Tristan was physically strong and could hold him on. Jou pouted but nodded and jumped onto his horse. Duke held the horse steady as Tristan helped Seto sit on the saddle. He hopped on behind him, waiting for Duke to get onto his. When everyone was mounted, the trio left the direction of the castle, heading for home.
HerrHerrick’s Castle:


Yami and Davin were finally ready to leave Herrick’s castle. Yami had a strange feeling that something was wrong back home. He thought he was only worrying about leaving the castle, but something was telling him that all wasn’t right. He had to get home to his family and friends as soon as possible. He shouldn’t have stayed for an extra day. ‘Damn my laziness!’

Based on this feeling he had, Yami figured it would be best if Herrick’s army would join up with his right away. Herrick still needed to gather all the warriors and it would take about a day. Yami couldn’t wait for them so he’d leave a day early and have the camp prepared. Herrick said his army would leave first thing tomorrow morning so Yami had to make it back and fast.

When everything was settled, Yami and Davin took off for home. They traveled all day long and half way through the night before deciding to take a rest. They shared some of the food Herrick gave them to eat on the way before falling asleep. The chill from the morning air awoke them and they quickly started back on the road. Yami looked back and noticed that Davin had stopped.

“What is it?” He asked his cousin.

“I thought I heard something.” Davin replied.

“It was probably a deer or something.” Yami told him but Davin disagreed.

“It sounded like people talking, or laughing. I keep hearing it from behind us.” Yami rolled his eyes.

“Look, it’s just your imagination, alright? Now come on, we don’t have time to stop.”

“But Yami, I think someone is following us!” As soon as Davin had said that, an arrow “ZOOMED” in front of him, hitting the nearest tree. Yami turned his horse around and readied his sword, as did Davin.

“OUTLAWS!” Yami shouted as a group of seven or eight were coming up right behind them. “RIDE!!” Yami and Davin kicked their horses into a run, but the outlaws were still coming up close to them. Yami looked behind him and saw a few aiming their bows at them. The arrows flew through the air, managing to miss them the first time. The narrow path made it much harder to dodge the flying arrows, but Yami and Davin did their best. The path was overlooking a river and they couldn’t get to close or the soft ground would give to their weight.

Yami suddenly let out a cry of pain as an arrow pierced his back, right under his left shoulder. He lost his balance on the horse and toppled over, rolling down the muddy ravine. Davin shouted out his name as he watched his cousin roll into the river. He had to get away from the outlaws if he wanted to help Yami, so he reached into his saddle bag and pulled out a bag of coins. He threw the small bag behind him, letting the gold it the ground and scatter.

As he had thought, the outlaws desperately stopped to gather the coins. This gave Davin a chance to hide and wait for them to leave. He turned his horse into a small grouping of trees, hoping to blend in with the wood. His horse was brown, as was his cape. He saw that the outlaws had left, turning to go back the way they came. Davin waited until they were completely out of sight before emerging from the trees. When the coast was clear, he tied the horse’s reigns to a low branch and slid down the ravine, ready to begin his search for his cousin.

Somewhere in the Mrd Frd Forest

After their safe escape, the quartet settled down amone tre trees to rest. They didn’t make a camp fire in fear of attracting Pegasus’s men. They used the blankets they brought and the horse blankets to keep them warm. They had no food to eat and no one would take the chance to go out hunting. Either they’d get lost in the forest or get caught by Pegasus’s men. They just had to wait until they got back to the castle to eat.

Jou was busying himself by patching up Seto’s wounds. He tried to hold back the tears that wanted to fall for his wounded lover. Seto didn’t seem affected by any of the bruises or cuts that adorned his body but just sat there, letting Jou do his thing. Duke was busy ogling his new jewelry, completely ignoring Tristan. He was counting and examining every piece he had, biting the jewels to make sure they were real.

“Hot damn! I’m gonna get a HUGE bag of gold for all this! cou cou I’m I’m keeping some for myself!”

“You always did like shiny stuff, remember Tristan?” Jou said. “Duke was always gawking at ANYTHING that sparkled!” Tristan just nodded.

“Yeah, he did. But Duke, I don’t want you stealing anymore.” Duke gave him a look.

“Why the hell not?”

“Because you don’t need to. We’re fine living in the castle with the Bolverk brothers. Stealing is too risky, Duke, and I don’t want you doing it anymore.” Seto spoke up.

“I agree, Duke. Now, we could have snuck away from Pegasus without being noticed, but you had to go and stir up a hornets nest!” Duke rolled his eyes.

“Oh please, don’t blame this on me! Once they saw that you were gone, they would know who did it right off the bat! We were screwed both ways.” Seto shook his head.

“Look, no more stealing alright? You’re not in England anymore running around with your little band of outlaws. You’re living graciously under Yami’s roof and we don’t want to cause more trouble than we already have. Understand?” Duke nodded.

“Well, yeah I do, but I can’t just stop my outlawing. I’ve been doing it for half of my life! It’ll be hard for me to stop now that I’ve gotten started again.”

“I’m going to have to tell Yami about this, Duke, and I don’t think he’ll be very happy.” Seto told him in a warning t Duk Duke gulped and nodded quickly.

“O-Okay...I won’t do it anymore.”

“Anything you need, just ask Yami for it.” Seto suggested. “Both you and Tristan are hard workers and I’m sure he’ll give you something if you ask.”

“I’ll try.” Duke said, hanging his head. Tristan pulled him into a hug, burying his nose in the raven hair. Jou finished patching up Seto and shivered from the slight chill in the air.

“I’m turning in.” he said, grabbing a blanket. Seto took his blanket and wrapped it around Jou on top of the one. “But what about you, Seto? Aren’t you cold?” Seto shook his head with a smile, pulling Jou into his arms.

“No, I feel fine. What’s important to me is that you are warm.” Jou smiled and snuggled into Seto’s embrace.

“They didn’t hurt you too much, did they Seto?” Jou asked.

“Nah, this was nothing. I only got smacked around because I wouldn’t talk. They wanted to know all about Yami, our plans, strategies, my medical knowledge, and so on. Like I would blabber out all our secrets! Pegasus should have known better.” Jou squeezed Seto tight, burying his nose in his love’s neck.

“You’re so brave, Seto!!” Seto chuckled.

“I know. By the way, did Yami return home yet?
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“No, not yet.” Tristan answered. “Well, we left yesterday, so he might be home now.”

“Who’s watching the castle?” Seto asked.

“Yugi.”

“Yugi?” Seto raised an eyebrow. “He’s not capable of running a household! He’d let the enemy in through the front door!!”

“Calm down, Seto,” Duke started. “Marik and Bakura are there along with Malik. Malik will stay by Yugi’s side and help him out. No need to worry.” Seto sighed.

“Okay, we rest for a bit, then we have to leave. I want to get back to the castle as soon as possible!” Everyone agreed with him and prepared to sleep. Jou snuggled into Seto more and closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep in his lover’s arms. Tristan grabbed another blanket and brought it over to Duke. He laid back against a tree trunk and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. He opened the right side to allow Duke to inside with him.

“I think I’ll sleep in the trees tonight, Tristan.”

“The trees?” he questioned. “But it’s chilly and you’ll be muaferafer down here with us.” Duke stood up and patted him on the head.

“It’s okay, Tris. I love this kind of weather anyway! Besides, I hate sleeping on the ground.” Seto spoke.

“What the hell do you want to sleep in a tree for? You’re not an animal.”

“You still awake?” Duke questioned sarcastically.

“More or less.” Seto answered him back. Duke rolled his eyes and kissed his lover on the cheek before quickly climbing the tree. Tristan watched him climb up the tree with the graces of a cat and plop down on a thick branch, dangling one leg in the air. Tristan looked at Seto who shook his head up at Duke. “Don’t worry about him.” Seto told him before closing his eyes to sleep. Tristan sighed and lulled his head forward, waiting for sleep to claim him.


Back at the castle:

Yugi wondered the halls, looking for Marik and Malik’s room. Bakura had told him to go and get some papers from Marik’s desk about the fur sales. Bakura was going over the sales of the fur trades and needed last months receipts. He never actually went into their room because he was afraid Marik would eat him. Yugi thought it was best to stay as far away from Marik as he could. Now he had to go into his room, and he was scared. What if Marik had dried cat skins in there or something? Or insects in jars!! Or frogs!! Or furniture made from animal bones!? Yugi gulped as he reached the end of the hallway where Marik’s room was said to be.

“The last door on the left...” Yugi muttered to himself as he found the door. The surface had marks and old stains on it, probably blood. Yup, this was Marik’s room. Taking ap brp breath, Yugi turned the handle and pushed the door open. He peeked inside, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. He walked inside and sighed in relief as the room looked completely normal, except for random weapons adoring the walls.

Marik’s desk was to the far right and Yugi hurried over to it. He opened the first drawer and saw a whip wrapped up inside. He gulped and closed the drawer quickly, opening the next. There was only a box in the next one and Yugi figured those were where he kept the receipts. He took the box out and laid it on top of the desk. He opened the top and all the color drained from his face. In the box was a skeleton with a piece of paper on it saying “Here Lies Smokey”. Yugi shrieked and closed the box, shoving it back in the drawer.

“Only Marik would have his dead cat in a box!” Yugi shook his head clear of the thought and looked in the next draw. He stopped when he heard voices coming down the hall. One sounded like Malik, and the other sounded like, MARIK?!! Yugi squeaked and looked around for a place to hide. Marik might eat him if he found him in his room! Even Bakura doesn’t go in his room! How did he get talked into this!? He saw the wardrobe and hid inside, sitting down his knees. He was small enough to fit inside. He only hoped the didn’t come to the wardrobe!

He peeked through the slit between the doors, watching the two stumble inside. The two were engaged in a deep lip lock, running their hands all over each other. Now Yugi knew why Malik always had bruises on him! Marik practically claws at him! Malik pushed Marik over to the bed, making him sit. Yugi was surprised at how easily Marik obeyed him. Malik dropped to his knees between Marik’s and started to unbuckle his belt. Yugi blushed and knew he shouldn’t be watching this, but he couldn’t stop. Malik pulled down the rest of Marik’s pants, his member springing free.

Yugi turned a new shade of red as Malik brought his mouth down, taking Marik all the way in. Yugi just stared with a blush, remembering the other night when he walked in on them doing ‘that’. Yami never did that to him, nor did he ask him. Did Yami want him to do that? Marik sure looked like he was having fun, and Malik was making happy noises. When Yami comes back he’ll have to ask him if he wants him to do that. He wanted to make Yami feel good after all he’s done. He heard Marik let out a loud moan and he closed his eyes, figuring what was happening.

“DAMN IT, MARIK!!” Malik shouted, coughing slightly. Yugi opened his eyes and saw Malik still on the floor, his face covered in semen. Marik was just laughing as Malik tried to wipe his face. Yugi stuck out his tongue in disgust. Maybe he shouldn’t mention anything to Yami...
“Sorry love! I couldn’t help it!”

“Holy shit, it’s even in my HAIR!! What have I told you about pulling away!?”

“But you look so good covered in it.” Malik humped and got up, using Marik’s shirt as a rag to wipe his face. “ACK! MALIK!?” Malik chuckled evilly.

“Now we’re even! I like you covered in it too! However, since you didn’t listen to me, there will be no sex for you tonight!” Marik pouted.

“What?! But that’s like torture to me!” He whined.

“Nope! You can just go and jack off in the chamber pot! This ass is going to find some food!”

“Awww! Come on!!” Malik gave him the finger and left the room. Marik growled and pulled his pants back up followed him out, leaving Yugi all alone again. Yugi got out of the closet, taking in a deep gulp of air. His nose crinkled at the strong smell of sex and he couldn’t stand it anymore. Forget Bakura! He could come and find the receipts himself!! He was scared for life now because of Bakura’s stupid errand! He’ll NEVER be able to look at Malik the same way again!


Bakura’s room:


Bakura walked into his room, sighing as he sat himself down in his desk chair. Ryou put his embroidery to the side and stood up to greet Bakura. He looked tired and angry, not a good combination. But Ryou swallowed his fear and approached Bakura from behind, resting his hands on his shoulders.

“You look tense, Bakura.”

“I am. Damn Marik nearly knocked me out flat! You’d think after fucking Malik so many times he’d be out of energy, but its actually the opposite!” Ryou giggled.

“her her one is complaining, but I did noticed Malik walking funny early this morning.”

“I rest my case.” Bakura snickered. “Hey Ryou, massage my shoulders, will ya? I’ve been leaning over those damn trade papers all morning!”

“Okay.” Bakura slipped his shiff aff and tossed it to the floor. Ryou cracked his knuckles and started to knead the tense muscles gently. Bakura moaned low in his throat lowering his head. Ryou looked at Bakura’s back, noticing some faded scars he’d never seen before. But then again, he never really looked. He brought his finger down to trace one gently and Bakura twitched as he did. “What are these scars from, Bakura?”

“Battle.”

“Oh, okay. I’ve never noticed them before.”

“I try not to advertise them if I can.” Ryou went back to massaging his shoulders.

“Why? I think they make you look...dangerous.” Bakura scoffed at the word.

“They make me look disgusting more than dangerous.” Ryou flushed lightly and slipped his arms around Bakura’s neck. Surprisingly, Bakura made no attempt to move away from him. Ryou kissed the back of Bakura’s neck softly.

“I don’t think your disgusting, Bakura. I think you are a very handsome man.” Bakura sighed.

“Don’t waste your time on me, Ryou.” Ryou placed his chin on Bakura’s right shoulder and nuzzled him.

“Love isn’t a waste of time, Bakura. I know you think it is, but to me, its something more. Something special. I don’t care what you think about me, but my feelings for you won’t change.”

“You’re stubborn, you know that?” Bakura told him flatly. Ryou moved from behind and stood in front of him.

“So are you.” Bakura looked at him, noticing the strange look he was being given.

“What’s that look for?” Ryou gave a tiny smile as he slipped his tunic from his shoulders, letting it pool at his feet. Bakura smirked seductively, looking him up and down. “Don’t stop there.” Ryou quickly removed hints nts and stood naked in front of him, wearing only his boots. He sat himself down on Bakura’s lap, legs on either side of the chair. Ryou brought his hand up to stroke Bakura’s cheek gently, resting his forehead against his master’s.

“I want you.” Ryou whispered, bringing Bakura into a kiss. He gave a muffled gasp as Bakura deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around Ryou’s body. Ryou moaned into the kiss as Bakura’s rough hands traveled all along his back. He pushed himself against Bakura’s chest, rubbing his member on the muscular stomach.

Bakura pulled his lips away and brought them to Ryou’s neck, ravishing the soft skin there. Ryou moaned out loud and arched himself into Bakura’s hard body, letting his fingers twine in the white mane. Bakura moved his mouth down Ryou’s chest, taking a pert nipple between his teeth. Ryou gave a little yelp and held Bakura’s head tightly against his chest. He felt Bakura drag his nails painfully down his back, but the pain only added to the pleasure.

Ryou gripped the back of the chair and let out a cry as tingling shocks of pleasure shot up his spine. Bakura had bit down on the soft spot of his left shoulder blade as he pushed two fingers deep into Ryou’s body. The double sensation made his head fall to Bakura’s shoulder, his body growing weak from his actions. Bakura’s fingers moved in a scissoring motion, alternating in fast and slow thrusts. The rhythm, new,new, would drive Ryou wild with desire.

“AH! Oh-Bakura, please...mmm” He thrust down on Bakura’s digits.

“Please what?”

“Please, don’t tease me...” Ryou whimpered.

“Since when did you become so eager for me, Ryou?” Bakura asked with a chuckle.

“You make me feel good, Bakura.” Ryou answered him with a moan. “Now stop talking and bang me.”

“Bang you? You don’t use that word often. Are you drunk?” Ryou shook his head.

“No, I’m not drunk. I just want you to get on with it and stop talking!” Ryou reached his hands down and slipped Bakura’s pants down to his mid thigh. Bakura grinned evilly at Ryou’s eagerness and let the boy set his own pace. He was already aroused and moaned when he felt Ryou take him in his hand. Ryou lifted his hips up and positioned Bakura to enter him before sliding down. Ryou let out a low moan when he was seated completely on Bakura’s manhood, gripping the edge of the chair hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Bakura placed his hands on Ryou’s waist and gave his hips a little jerk.

“I’m just gonna sit back and enjoy the ride.” Ryou lifted himself up until Bakura was almost out of him, then slammed back down. He let out a cry as his prostate was jabbed roughly, sending jolts of pure ure all through his body. He brought himself down faster this time, clenching and unclenching his muscles around Bakura. Bakura groaned as he tried to hold himself still, wanting to enjoy seeing Ryou act like a wanton. But Ryou’s screams and constant bouncing on his lap was making that hard. With a snort, he lifted Ryou up like he was and lowered him to the floor.

“Bakura?”

“That tight ass of yours won’t let me sit still! Now I have to bang you!”

“Wait! Can’t we do it on the bed?! The floor’s cold.” Bakura growled and thrust his hips.

“Fuck that!” Ryou gasped at the rough thrust and the sharp nails that gripped his thighs. Bakura lifted the slim legs over his shoulders and slipped his arms under Ryou’s shoulders. Ryou let out a sharp cry as Bakura practically crushed him with his weight and started thrusting wildly. Bakura lifted him up slightly from the floor, sucking on his neck with fervor. Ryou’s head fell back, his white hair pooling on the floor beneath him. The cold, stone surface of the floor was rubbing against his soft skin, making him moan in slight pain.

“Bakura...AH! Stop!! STOP!!” Bakura growled and paused, breathing heavily.

“What?!”

“The floor is hurting me! I’m getting burns from it!” Bakura rolled his eyes and dropped onto Ryou again.

“So what!”

Ryou cried out as Bakura went back to thrusting. Not once did Bakura miss his pleasure spot and Ryou was almost reaching completion. The pleasure from Bakura was overriding the pain from the floor much to his delight. Bakura’s fingers were getting tighter on his shoulders and he knew Bakura was nearing there too. Ryou slipped one hand up to place behind Bakura’s head, gripping the hair lightly as Bakura continued to pound into him. Bakura grabbed his hand and slammed it down onto the floor.

“Don’t touch me!” Ryou just ignored Bakura’s words and wrapped his legs around his back, squeezing tight. He clenched his muscles as tight as he could, thrusting his hips up to meet Bakura. No matter how mean he was to him, Ryou was always craving Bakura’s touch. Bakura brought such pleasure and happiness into his life, even if he was cruel to him.

His mind wondered as he thought of a time when Bakura and he would be married. He smiled at the dream and moaned at a particular hard thrust. He could imagine Bakura sweeping him off his feet in front of everyone and carrying him away to the castle where they could consummate the marriage. With that thought it mind, it threw Ryou over the edge and he came violently. His body convulsed as he lay beneath Bakura, waiting for his lover to reach his end. Bakura stilled and growled loudly as he came inside Ryou’s unbelievably tight body.

After Bakura had reached his climax, Ryou quickly slipped himself out from under his lover and wobbled over to the vanity. He took one of his spare fabrics and cleaned himself off, ignoring Bakura’s eyes on him. He knew Bakura was watching him, but he didn’t care. Bakura wasn’t one for cuddling after sex and Ryou wasn’t going to try to do it. Since Bakura likes to get right back up and continue on his way, then Ryou could do that too. He went back over to grab his clothes and put them, noticing Bakura kneeling on the floor. The lookurakura was giving him was strange.

“What’s wrong?” Ryou asked, slipping his shirt over his head.

“You aren’t going to try and “cuddle” with me?” Bakura asked him, looking a bit confused. Ryou just smiled and shook his head, pushing sweaty bangs out of his face.

“No, I’m not going to because I know you don’t like it.”

“Damn strait.” Bakura stood up and bent down to get his shirt. “What are you going to do now?”

“I’m going back to my embroidery, Bakura.” He smiled. “I hope you are feeling better?”

“Yeah, I am. Thanks to that tight ass of yours.” Ryou went back over to the bed and picked up his embroidery, quickly beginning to stitch. “Hey, I might stay out late tonight so don’t bother waiting up for me.” Ryou nodded.

“Okay Bakura.” Ryou smiled at him then went back to his stitching again.

Bakura just stared at him, completely weirded out. Ryou was acting out of character the entire time he was here. Not wanting to try and “cuddle” after sex, smiling, giggling, stitching, what the hell!? Ryou had this faraway look on his face as he stitched, and he was smiling. It was just too weird! He couldn’t take this for another second and hurried out of the room. Marik had asked him to meet outside the stables for he had set up a wrestling match between a friend of his and Bakura. Bakura, now energized from the sex with Ryou, was ready to tackle his opponent.


At the stables


Marik and Bakura sat on two ale barrels, talking and laughing about their wrestling match. The sun was now set and the sky began to grow dark. The sound of hoof beats reached their ears as they saw Davin come riding up to them. A wave of hope came over them both, but quickly diminished when they noticed only one rider. Where was Yami? Davin stopped in front of them, a look of pure worry on his face.

“Marik, Bakura, I don’t know how to say this, but...we ran into some outlaws, and well...Yami was shot by an arrow.” The two brothers looked at each other, both speechless. “The arrow struck him, I don’t know where, and he toppled down a ravine and I think he went into the river.” Davin hung his head. “I walked along the riverside, but I didn’t see him anywhere. I’m sorry you two. I tried my best to find him.” Marik and Bakura just stood there, their minds and faces a blank.

“Leave us.” Marik was the first of the two speak, and Davin followed the order, walking his horse to the stables.

Bakura plopped down on the stool, burying his face in his hands. Marik sighed and sat back down on his, rubbing the top of Bakura’s head. Bakura actually felt his eyes become moist with tears. He always thought Yami dying wobe tbe the best thing to ever happen to him because he was so annoying.

“It’ll be alright, Bakura.” Marik said, his tone low. His spiky blonde hair seemed to droop from the sorrow he felt about Yami. “I’m sure Odin will welcome him into Valhalla.”

“But...but that just can’t be, Marik! Yami can’t be...dead. Maybe he’s still out there, wondering around trying to find his way back! Maybe the arrow only pierced his arm or something!” Marik sighed.

“He was probably carried down river.” Bakura doubled over in his lap, his shoulder’s shaking slightly. “Don’t cry, Bakura. You may be right.” Bakura didn’t seem to answer him and he had to pull himself away. Seeing Bakura cry only wanted to make him do it too. With a sigh, he looked out at the mouth of the woods, ng tng to see Yami’s figure come hobbling through. But what he saw suddenly made his eyes widen. He nudged Bakura. “Bakura!” He whispered. “Bakura, look!”

“What?” Bakura asked as he lifted his head and followed Marik’s finger, which was pointing at a glowing orb. Bakura’s mouth fell open as he gawked at the glowing light, the sphere silently floating in the air. Both men watched as it flew around them, giving off warm rays like the sun. “What is it?!” Marik shook his head.

“I-I don’t know.” The orb flew into the stables and the two quickly followed it. They saw the orb stop in front of Avaldamon, who seemed oblivious to it. “I think it wants us to follow it.” Bakura let out a nervous laugh.

“Follow it? We don’t even know what it is!”

“I have a strong feeling that Yami is alive. I’m not sure how I know, but I just feel it. What have we got to lose?” Bakura nodded silently and Marik went to ready Avaldamon. The orb seemed to dance in the air and float out of the stables. Marik helped Ba up up onto Avaldamon and he rode the horse after the orb.


End chapter 37

Sorry for the cliffy!! *bows low* Onto The Pineapple Story!!




The Pineapple Story Part II


The three brothers were carried, or rather dragged, to the native’s village. The village was small with straw huts standing in a circle. The brothers were thrown into a stone hut which could only be the dungeon due to its lack of furnishings. Well, it did have a straw and stick bed. The net was cut open for them and they scrambled out, stumbling over each other in the process.

“Thank Odin’s blood, I’m free!!” Bakura shouted. “Free as a bird!” Yami rubbed the back of his neck, hissing as he tried to massage the knot out.

“Sure was cramped in there.” Yami moaned.

“Yeah, well you weren’t laying face first with “Fire Crotch” over there!” He pointed to Marik who cracked his neck and smirked.

“You’re just jealous because my rod is bigger than yours!” Bakura’s face grew red and he suddenly pounced on Marik, throttling him.

“I’M GONNA TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF FOR THAT ONE YOU WORTHLESS PERVERT!!”

While they were bickering, Yami walked to the small window and looked around outside. He could see a group of men dragging a large pot out into the center of the village. There was a fire burning in the center of a stone circle and the pot was placed on top, making the villagers cheer out loud. Yami gulped and turned to his brothers.

“Hey! Hey you guys!!” Marik and Bakura froze in their fighting poses. “They weren’t kidding when they said they were going to eat us!! They’re boiling the water right now!!” Marik and Bakura gasped.

“Wait, they just, throw us in? Just like that?!” Bakura wondered worriedly. Yami looked out the window and watched as a villager was dragged out into the center.

“What are they doing now, Yami?” Marik asked from his spot on the floor.

“Gods be merciful! They just sliced that guy’s head off and placed it on a spear!” Marik gulped and brought his hand to his throat.

“My head and my body can’t be separated Yami, they’re very attached to each other!” He said, rubbing his throat. Bakura nodded, bringing his own hand to stroke his neck.

“My head is quite content with where it is!!”

“Looks like they throw the rest of you in the pot!”

“This fucking sucks!” Bakura shouted and crossed his arms angrily.

“Shit, they’re coming!!” Yami warned them and they bothped ped to their feet. The bamboo door flew open and eight men ran in, pointing their spears. Three of them quickly grabbed Bakura who struggled and cursed, carrying him out. Yami and Marik made no attempt to jump to Bakura’s rescue, but just stare at all the spear pointed at them. Bakura shouted curses at his brothers as he was carried off.

Once Bakura was out of the dungeon, the other natives restrained Yami and Marik, ushering them out. All three were brought to the center of the village where a man sat high up on a wooden chair shaped like a pineapple. He wore a crown of pineapple tops and the green around his neck and wrists. Little carved pineapples hung on his necklace and a few from his ears. The natives holding Bakura forced him down to his knees in front of the man. The villages all chanted something and all Bakura could make out was ‘Pineapple Lord’.

“You make fine wife for me, white haired one.” The Pineapple Lord said proudly, waving his staff in an odd motion. Bakura was about to speak up for himself, but Yami beat him to it.

“Um, pardon me your highness, but you are making a terrible mistake in choosing Bakura for your wife.” The Pineapple Lord looked at him strangely.

“Why that?” he asked.

“Well, for one, he’s a horrible cook!” Yami told him.

“Yeah, and he pisses and moans about EVERYTHING!” Marik said next.

“He’s not very clean and hates to clean on top of it.” Yami said.

“He snores as loud as a war horn!” Marik said.

“And he spends money like you wouldn’t believe!” Yami said.

“He always has a hair up his ass about something!” Marik said.

“He’s ALWAYS hungry!” Yami said.

“He has a horrible case of morning breath!” Marik said.

“He’s very angry and bitter.” Yami said.

“And if things don’t go his way, he’ll bitch and scream about it until your head bursts!”

“THAT’S ENOUGH YOU BACKSTABBING TURN COATS!” Bakura shouted angrily. ‘They’re getting enjoyment out of this!’ The Pineapple Lord thought for a few seconds.

“Me still marry White Haired one.” Yami and Marik looked at each other, then looked back at Bakura who suddenly had wide, watery chibi eyes. Brotherly instinct kicked in and the two glared at the lord.

“If you lay a hand on my baby brother, I’ll stick my foot so far up your royal ass that you won’t walk right for a month!” Marik threatened, getting into a fighting stance. The king just laughed.

“No chance! Pineapple God protect us!” Marik looked behind him at the large wooden pineapple and smirked. Yami saw the devilish gleam in his eye and cowered a bit. He was going to get them all killed.

“Oh, alrighty then!” Marik bowed. “May I give your god a present from our gods? Consider it a wedding gift.” The Pineapple Lord thought for a second and nodded.

“Yes.” Marik smirked evilly and walked over to the wooden pineapple, looking it up and down. He fiddled with the front of his pants and started peeing on the pineapple.

“My gods piss on yours! That is my gift!” He laughed out loud evilly and his brothers just gawked at him.

“YOU STUPID POINTY HAIRED BASTARD!” Yami shouted. “YOU’VE SENT US ALL TO A BOILING GRAVE!!he khe king gasped and banged his staff on the ground.

“KILL!!!”

Most of the natives charged at him, their spears raised. Marik stuffed himself back ints pas pants and ran behind the large pineapple. Yami saw this as a moment to escape himself. He threw his head back and collided with one of the men holding him, nearly knocking him off his feet. The man let go of Yami’s right arm and he brought it up to punch the other guard square in the face. Bakura’s guards looked on in shock and Bakura managed to wiggle out of their grasp. Marik grunted as he pushed the large wooden pineapple off of it’s stand and let it roll onto most of the natives.

“RUN FOR IT!” Marik shouted at his brothers while the natives were pining over their fallen god. Yami took off right behind Marik, followed by Bakura. Marik picked up a long bamboo stick on the ground to use as a weapon. Bakura had to make a detour though as he spotted a large wooden pull carriage filled with pineapples. He grinned from ear to ear as he pulled the carriage right along behind him, following his brothers. The natives could be heard behind them, shouting in their language.

Since the island was a large circle, the three brothers knew that if they kept going strait, they would end up at the beach. Sure enough, they made it to the beach but the ship was no where in sight, which meant it was elsewhere along the water. Bakura was falling behind due to the weight of the carriage, but he would NOT leave these precious pieces of fruit behind! The natives were behind them, throwing their spears and rocks.

The brothers ran along the shore, hoping to see their ship somewhere in sight. Yami figured it was on the opposite side of the island since nothing was going right for them today. His thoughts had proven correct as they circled around the entire island shore, finally spotting the ship. Yami started flaring his arms around and shouted

“SAIL THE SHIP, SETO!! SAIL THE SHIP!!” Seto heard Yami’s call and gasped as he saw the horde of people behind the brothers. Seto shouted orders to the men, telling some to ready their arrows and others to sail the ship. The crew men aimed their arrows and shot them through the air, striking some of the natives. The men had moved the ship into the water and off of the shore to make the escape easier. Marik made it to the ship first and jumped on, followed by Yami. Bakura stopped with the carriage and ordered some men to help him carry it on board. The other Vikings shot their arrows again, nailing many of the natives this time around. Bakura was the last to jump on the ship as it began to move, the crewmen savagely rowing it out of harms way. The natives on shore shouted angrily and threw their weapons. By then, the Viking long ship was out of striking distance. Everyone had made it back to the ship safely.


Yami, Marik, Bakura, and Seto sat the front of the dragon head, feasting on pineapples. Bakura had offered them one, and ONLY one to split amongst themselves. He had the lion’s share of course because he stole them! Marik had finished his piece already and was busy inspecting the small blow gun he had stolen. Yami was telling Seto about the natives while eating.

“And then, Marik decides to go and piss on their pineapple statue which to them is their god!”

“Yeah, he almost got us ALL killed!” Bakura growled. “I could have gotten out of it alive!” Seto just shook his head, finishing up his pineapple.

“That’s our Marik. Don’t tell me you are surprised by his antics, Yami?” Yami shook his head.

“I’m not surprised, just pissed off that we almost DIED!” Bakura held his hand out to Marik.

“Let me see that stick thing!” Marik clutched it to his chest.

“No, you’ll hit me on the head with it!” Marik told him, giving him the evil eye.

“Then let me see it.” Yami said. “I’m curious as to how it works.” Marik shook his head and gave Yami the evil eye also.

“I don’t trust you either!” He handed it to Seto. “I know I can trust our friend Seto here.” Seto took it and suddenly hit Marik on the head with it. Marik let out a yelp and covered his head. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!”

“For being an idiot, that’s why.” Seto said calmly, resting his back on the dragon head. Marik shrunk down to chibi size and whimpered pathetically.

“Set a course for home, Seto.” Yami ordered. “I’ve had enough of this little sea voyage!”

“Yes sir.”

The Viking long boat bore off to the right, heading for home. The sun was beginning to set, turning the sky and sea a beautiful shade of red. A soft, gentle breeze blew, catching in the large red and white sail. Seagulls cried in the distant and dolphins jumped from the water. It was such a beautiful sight....

“Can I have just one pineap-OWWWW!!! OH GODS, GET IT OFF ME!!!” Marik screamed.

“DON’T TOUCH MY STASH!” Bakura shouted.

“HE BIT ME!” Marik cried out.

“OW! HE KICKED ME!” Bakura cried out right after.

“DON’T MAKE ME TURN THIS BOAT AROUND!!” Seto yelled back at them.

“HE STARTED IT!!!” Marik whined.

“NUH UH! MARIK STARTED IT!” Bakura whined back.

“I DON’T CARE WHO STARTED IT, I’LL PUT AN END TO IT!!” Seto threatened.

“SHUT UP BEFORE I THROW YOU ALL OVERBOARD!” Yami screamed back at all of them.


The End

Well, there you have it, folks!! The rest of the pineapple story! ^^v As I said before, this was based on a dream I had a few years back. I dreamt I was dressed as Kirk Douglas in “Spartacus” and I was running from a bunch of large, random pineapples rolling down a hill. I woke up, completely terrified. I was like, “weirded out!” The thing is, I HATE pineapples! >:p What the hell was I smokin’?!? I guess that’s what happens when you eat chocolate pudding with rainbow sprinkles. O.o Word to the wise