The Viking Brothers

ChibiMisu: Lots of Lemony goodness! ^_~ SetoxJou MarikxMalik

I hope to put more chapters up by the weekend. all depends on how my work my college professors give me THE THEY'RE ALL EVIL!
And work is tiring me out. But i'll do my best! Don't worry everyone! ^^v

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh


The Viking Brothers


Chapter 4: Understanding

The Vikings made it safely back to camp with all their loot and not one of their men dead. Yami had the spoils of the raid brought to his tent while the others gathered in the center of camp to give their thanks to the gods for a successful raid. Yami let the men keep all the barrels of ale for themselves as a reward for a job well done. Of course, Marik and Bakura had first dibs on the ale. Seto and Jou on the other hand, took the celebration as their chance to sneak away. While everyone was getting drunk, no one could bother the two them.


Seto took Jou’s hand as they made their way through the maddening crowd. Everyone was so eager to drink and dance that they didn’t notice the two sneaking away. Once they reached the other end of the camp, the two lovers ran though the tall grass and disappear into the nearby wood. There was a lake where the men would bathe once in awhile in the wood, but Seto and Jou used it not only for that, but as a secret place for them.

“We should be safe now, pup. They’re all to excited about getting drunk to come disturb us.” Jou smiled and hugged Seto arm.

“Finally we can be alone, Seto! We won’t have those crazy brothers to startle you.” Seto growled at the thought of the Bolverk brothers.

“I swear to Odin, that if the time ever comes where I have to kill one of them, I’ll do it without a moments hesitation!” Jou giggled at Seto’s words, then gasped.

“Oh no! Speaking of the brothers, I promised Yugi I’d go see if his friends were alright!” Seto grabbed Jou’s wrist to keep him from running away.

“Don’t worry about that now, pup. You and I will go check on them before dinner.” Seto looked up at the sun. “Which should be soon. Besides,” Seto sniffed Jou’s hair. “The puppy needs a bath. You reek.” Jou’s mouth fell open.

“Me?! You smell worse than me!” Jou pouted and crossed his arms. “I just don’t tell you because I’m trying to be nice.” Seto chuckled and suddenly scooped Jou up in his arms. “Ah! Seto! What are you-“ Before he could finish his question, Seto threw him into the lake. Jou emerged from the surface of the water, pushing the mop of wet bangs up and away from his face.

“Don’t look at me like that pup. I like you all wet.” Jou smirked seductively and suddenly disappearing into the water. Seto waited for his pup to emerge, wondering what he was doing. Seto didn’t like to be kept waiting. As if Jou heard his thoughts, he came back up to the surface and took a big gulp of air. Then, he grinned at Seto and threw his wet clothes at his lover. Seto caught the heavy material and threw it to the side. “Now come out of there. Nothing smells worse then wet dog.” Jou swam further away from Seto.

“You’re going to have to catch me first!” Seto smirked.

“I can do that.” Seto quickly stripped himself of his clothes and furs, jumping into the water. Jou squealed as he saw Seto swimming towards him. They swam further out to the lake, with Seto close behind. Jou loved this side Seto. He would never show his true self to the others for fear of mockery. And it would bruise his ego as a powerful fighter. In reality, Seto liked to have fun and just relax, and Jou was honored that Seto only trusted him to see his true side.

During all his thoughts, his swimming had slowed down, enabling Seto to catch him. Jou yelped as Seto dunked him under water, holding his head there for a few seconds. Jou wrestled his way free of Seto’s grip on his hair and came to the surface to glare.

“Are you trying to kill me?!” Seto shook his head and poked Jou’s nose.

“No, just punishing you making come all the way out here to catch you. Now, get back onto the bank and ready yourself for me.” Jou scoffed.

“What if I don’t want to?” Seto smirked and pulled him close to his chest.

“You can’t resist me.”

Seto crushed his mouth to Jou’s with bruising force, startling him. Seto tried to ease his tongue into Jou’s mouth, but was blocked by gritting teeth. He dipped his hand under the water and shoved two fingers into the tight opening. Jou’s gasp allowed Seto’s tongue to invade the warm cavern. Jou wrapped his arms around Seto’s neck, pushing himself up closer to his chest. He moaned into Seto’s mouth with every thrust Seto was right again, knowing that Jou couldn’t resist him.

Seto pulled his mouth away from Jou’s, making him whimper in protest. Seto took his pup’s hand and starting pulling him through the water to the bank. Jou smiled lazily as he let himself be pulled to the bank. His mind was to hazy from Seto’s heated kisses to mock fight back.

Once they reached the bank, Seto pushed Jou up out of the water first. Jou crawled onto the moist ground, taking a few seconds to rest from both swimming and the kiss. He stood up on his knees to wring his hair out, but yelped as he was pushed back to the ground, landing on his stomach. He lifted himself up on his elbows, then fell forward again by Seto’s heavy weight covering his body. His breathing became heavier as Seto pushed down.

“Seto....?” Seto chuckled.

“You’re trapped now, pup.” Jou laughed and turned his head as best he could to face Seto.

“I like this trap, but it’s not yet fully constructed.” Jou wiggled his eyebrows, hoping Seto would catch on, and he did. Seto lifted himself off of Jou and grabbed the slim hips. He pulled them up just enough to be in the right position for him, and plunged inside, starting a heavy pace. Jou gasped and struggled under the onslaught to hold himself up. He managed to do it for a few seconds, then was reduced to sliding down to his elbows. Jou started screaming with each thrust that hit his prostate. Seto always managed to find it by the second or third thrust. Seto’s pounding became harder, forcing Jou to slide down the ground, his hips the only part of him elevated. His arms spread out on either side of him, letting Seto have his way for a bit.

“AH! AH! AH! MORE! DON’T STOP! PLEASE!” Seto grinned and roughly grabbed Jou’s hair, pulling it back with his thrusts. Jou yelped in pain, but it was overridden by the pleasure of Seto’s powerful thrusts. Seto suddenly pulled out, making Jou give a moan of protest. He quickly flipped Jou onto his back, startling him. Then, with a growl, he pushed himself back up into Jou until he was buried to the hilt. Seto started the same pounding rhythm again, banging him into the wet dirt. Jou started yelling more words of encouragement. “HARDER!....AH! AH!...MORE!...SETO!” Seto growled in his ear and moved to fulfil the pleads.

He loved the screams coming from Jou, it turned him on even more. Seto grabbed Jou’s golden hair with his hand and yanked his head back, exposing the cream colored throat. Seto started nipping and sucking on one spot, while thrusting non stop into Jou’s tight heat. Jou wrapped his arms around Seto’s back and drug his nails down over the smooth skin. He had to hold on tight to Seto to keep from being pushed back by the force of the thrusts. Seto was being a little more rough than usual, but he liked it.

“Howl for me, pup.” Seto said as he bit down hard on the juncture between Jou’s neck and shoulder. That was the last thing Jou could take and he let out a long howl to the sky as he climaxed. He fell back to the ground with a lazy smile as Seto continued to plow into him. After a few more hard thrusts to his tingling prostate, Jou felt Seto’s essence fill his body, warming him all over. Seto collapsed onto Jou, his buried in his lover’s neck. Jou welcomed the weight and stroked the soft brown hair. Off in the distance, the howl’s of wolves traveled through the air.

“You’re relatives must have heard you, pup.” Jou blushed and pushed Seto off of him.

“Shut up and hold me.” Seto laid on his back and held his arms open. Jou moved over and laid in his lover’s arms, resting his head on Seto’s chest. He sighed in content. “Can we stay here like this for a little bit longer, Seto?”

“We should get back to camp soon, but we can stay for awhile.” Jou leaned up and kissed Seto.

“I love you.” Seto smirked.

“You’d better.”


Marik’s Tent:

Marik waltzed into his tent, a large smiled plastered on his face. There was nothing like a good fight mixed with some ale and soft furs. He couldn’t wait to curl up in the furs for a bit and rest up. He started stripping himself of his weapons and armor pieces, humming a little tune. Taking a deep breath, he flopped down onto his bed, but didn’t meet with soft furs.

“OWWWWW!!!” Marik screeched and jumped up, staring down at his furs. There lay his slave, eyebrow twitching in anger. “DON’T YOU LOOK BEFORE YOU LAY DOWN!?” Marik fumed.

“WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING IN MY BED?!”

“I live here too!” Malik buried his face into the furs. Marik growled and stomped his foot.

“And your place is on the dirt in a corner! The slave doesn’t sleep in the master’s bed!” Malik let out a laugh as he lifted his head up from the furs.

“What are you talking about? I have no master.”

“I’M your master! And if you don’t start treating me with respect, I’ll have to slice that pretty throat of yours! Don’t think I won’t do it, either!” Malik stood up from the furs, straitening out his clothes. He turned to Marik with a smile.

“You’re right. I should be treating you with more respect. After all, I’m homeless now and need a place to stay, and you’re willing to shelter me. So, I guess I should just lay back and take it.” Marik’s chest swelled with pride, loving the fact that he had one this fight. With a grin, he walked up to Malik, looking down at him.

“Since that is settled, how about a kiss for your master?” Malik smiled and wrapped his arms around Marik’s neck, bringing his face further down for a kiss. Instead of a kiss, Malik slammed his knee into Marik’s groin. Marik let out a choked gasp as he stumbled backwards, doubling over in pain. Then, Malik’s fist met with his chin and sent him tumbling out of the tent. Bakura was innocently (I don’t think that word quite fits...-_-) walking when a rolling Marik knocked him clean off his feet.

“What the hell, Marik?!” Marik just stared up at the darkening sky, mind foggy from both pain and shock. Did he just get his ass kicked by an English peasant smaller than him? “MARIK!” Bakura’s voice broke his stare.

“Huh?”

“What the hell happened?!”

“I just got knocked around by my English servant.” Bakura stared at him in disbelief, then burst out laughing. Marik sat up and glared daggers at him. “What’s so funny!?”

“You! Mighty Marik just got his ass beat by a slave! This is rich!! I HAVE to tell Yami!”

“DON’T YOU DARE!” Marik quickly gripped Bakura’s neck with one hand, almost choking him. “If you do that, I’ll PERSONALLY make sure your spirit is kept out of Valhalla[1] when you die! And I’ll be happily feasting with Odin and the others while you wonder in the underworld! Got that!?” Bakura nodded the best he could.

“Y-yes!” Marik let go of Bakura’s neck and stood up.

“I’m not going to take that from a bitch like him! I’ll show him his place!” Marik stormed back into the tent, leaving Bakura sitting on the ground to catch his breath. Bakura’s ears caught the sound of things breaking and clanging in the tent, and watched as Marik once again came stumbling through the tent flap. This time, he landed face first in the mud. Marik slowly lifted his head up from the mud, growling as he did and making little mud bubbles. Bakura tried not laugh, but coughed instead. He hoped he wasn’t coming down with anything.

“What happened this time?” Marik reached over towards his brother and wiped his face off on his shirt. “Hey!”

“I got hit in the head with a pot.” Bakura smirked and patted Marik on the back.

“Why don’t you just grab him and kiss him? I bet he’ll kiss back.” Marik looked at him questionably.

“You think so?” Bakura nodded.

“Get in there!”

Marik jumped up from the ground and marched into the tent. He raised an eyebrow when he saw his slave gripping the handle of his battle axe. For a second, he was worried, but then realized that his slave couldn’t wield that thing anyway.

“You come anywhere near me I’ll be forced to take action!” Marik snickered, infuriating Malik more.

“Tell you what. If you can lift that thing up and get a good swing with it, I’ll leave you alone for the night. Deal?” Malik grinned positioned himself to lift he axe.

“Deal! You’ve just made a big mistak-WHOA!” Malik tried to wield the axe over his sder,der, but the weight of it made him fall backwards. Marik just laughed hysterically as he watched Malik try to lift the axe again. He managed to stand up, but was struggling to lift the axe past his knees. Marik wiped a tear from his eye and crossed his arms.

“I’m waiting, slave.”

“I have a name! It’s Malik!”

“Oh, now we are communicating.” He smirked. “This is progress.” Malik growled and tried to lift the axe again, but he ended up dropping it to the ground. He rubbed his hands, trying to ease the muscle ache. Marik took this as an opportunity to see if Bakura’s advice would work. He waltzed up to Malik and stood over him. The way he pouted was kinda cute. Malik turned his head away from him, only have Marik bring it back to face him.

With a quick smirk, Marik brought his mouth down to cover Malik’s. At first, he didn’t respond, but then he felt slim arms wrap around his neck. His tongue asked for entrance which was quickly given to him. Malik moaned though the kiss, meeting Marik’s tongue with his. Their tongues fought for dominance which ended in a standstill. Marik pulled his mouth away, making Malik whine.

“Eager now, aren’t we?” Malik nodded and stood on his toes to kiss Marik again, but was roughly pushed to the ground. He landed with a soft thud and glared up at Marik, who walked away and sat in a chair. “After the way you treated me before, why should I pleasure you? Give me one good reason.” Malik smirked seductively and crawled along the floor, stopping at Marik’s knees. He pushed Marik’s legs apart and settled between them. Marik grinned. “Well, that’s one way.”

Malik undid the ties of Marik’s pants and pulled them down just enough to free his erection. Malik licked his lips eagerly before suddenly clamping his mouth down on Marik’s member. He took the head of his lover’s arousal into his mouth and slowly started to go down on him. He felt Marik grab his hair with a moan and buck his hips, pushing himself further down his throat. Malik swallowed around him and started deep throating him. He moaned as Marik thrust down his throat and the vibrations made him speed up a bit. Marik felt his release coming on quickly, and he came into Malik’s mouth. Malik managed to swallow all of it and slip the now limp member from his mouth.

“You’re pretty good.” Marik said, a bit out of breath. Malik stood up and settled himself on Marik’s lap, legs on either sides of him. Their mouths met for another kiss, Marik enjoying the taste of himself on Malik’s tongue. Malik started thrusting his hips into Marik’s, resulting in another erection. Marik brought his hands down to grip Malik’s ass as he pulled him forward, emitting a low moan. When they had to break for air, Marik lifted his lover? up with ease and carried him over to the bed of furs. Malik wrapped his legs around Marik’s waist to keep from falling off as he was lowered to the bed.

Marik quickly removed his slave’s pants and shoved his tunic up over his chest. Malik moaned eagerly and spread his legs, allowing Marik to settle between them. Marik placed his hands on either side of Malik’s head, grinning down at him. His member was already seeking entrance into Malik.

“Just warning you, I don’t prepare. I just do it.” Malik smirked.

“Go ahead.” With a growl, Marik entered him in one hard thrust. Malik had to hold in his scream to a light whimper. He hid his face in Marik’s neck, trying not to cry out at the expeditious rhythm. He didn’t want Marik to see any pain in his face. But his pain quickly turned to pure pleasure as Marik started hitting his prostate with each powerful thrust. Malik screamed his pleasure to the sky as he met Marik thrust for thrust. Marik was definiatly one of the best lovers? he ever had. Marik suddenly flipped them around so Malik now was on top.

“Ride me!” Malik placed his hands on Marik’s chest and started to rock his body back and forth. His eyes closed in bliss as he thrashed his head around, the pleasure becoming almost to intense. He heard Marik groan as he quickened his thrusts, and felt him starting to thrust up. Marik gripped his hips with bruising force and helped pushed Malik onto harder. Malik felt his release coming on and knew Marik was close too. Using all the strength he could muster, Malik flipped them around again so he was on the bottom. Marik didn’t seem to mind as he took control yet again.

A few more earth shattering thrusts was all Malik to take as he reached his peek and climaxed. He no longer had any energy and he just laid back like a rag doll as Marik continued his thrusting. In a few more seconds, Marik came with a shout, shooting his load deep into Malik. He rolled off of Malik and sighed.

“Next time, you better scream my name out.” Malik snorted

“You never told me your name.”

“Oh, it’s Marik. But, on the other hand, I rather hear you scream ‘master’ than ‘Marik’.” Malik smirked to himself.

“Okay. I’ll scream out ‘Marik’ next time. I won’t forget.” Marik opened his mouth to say something, but decided to let it go. He had to admit, his slave Malik DID tire him out. Only a bit more than normal though! Marik felt sudden weight on his chest and noticed Malik curling up to him. He placed his head under Marik’s chin and snuggled closer. Marik was to stunned to do anything. His first instinct was to push him away, but when he heard Malik lightly purring, he ignored it. Besides, it felt...nice to have someone lay against him. A few minutes later, Marik heard the soft purring turn to light snores. And he followed quickly after.


Bakura’s Tent:


Ryou was curled up in the heavy animal furs of Bakura’s bed. Bakura had said he wanted him waiting here his his legs...Ryou shook his head of that thought and blushed. Not only was he cold and hungry, but he was still hurting from the rape. He couldn’t get the images out of his head. He knew what happened wasn’t right, but he DID enjoy some of it. That was what upset him the most. That he felt some pleasure in being raped. Bakura frightened him so much, he couldn’t remember a time when he was more terrified until he met Bakura.

And the said Bakura entered the tent. Ryou’s eyes widened in fear as he held his breath. He wasn’t prepared in the way Bakura had told him to be. He trembled as Bakura made his way over to him. He looked up and noticed the plain, tired look on Bakura’s face. It was different from his usual ‘angry’ features.

“Get up.” Ryou nodded and hurried off the bed, wincing at pin hin his lower abdomen. Bakura plopped down onto the furs, covering himself up. He turned his back to Ryou, leaving him shivering from the slight chill in the air. Winter must be coming on quick this year. He HATED winter time. Who didn’t? All that snow and wind and ice! Ryou was pulled from his thoughts as he heard Bakura start to cough. Was he sick? Should he do something? Ryou gulped. It was worth a try. Maybe he could get on his good side.

“Um...master?” Bakura grunted but answered.

“What?”

“Are...are you feeling okay?” There was a slight pause.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired. Now leave me alone!” Ryou quickly turned away from him, wrapping his arms around himself. The chill was turning to cold and his teeth started chattering. Even his knees started to buckle together. Being on the cold ground didn’t help much either. He heard a moan from Bakura.

“Knock off that noise, kid!” Ryou tried to stop his chattering teeth, but it was impossible. eardeard Bakura growl and he feared the worst. “Damn it, Ryou! What’s your problem!?” Ryou’s eyes widened in surprise. Did Bakura just call him by his name? It was best if he answered.

“I..I’m cold...master.” Bakura sighed.

“Fine, take a blanket. Just stop with the noise!” Ryou eagerly grabbed one of the fur blankets from the table and wrapped himself up in it. He sighed quietly as he felt the fur heat his body. Bakura should be in this mood more often. He was actually decent! He could be better though. Ryou laid down on the ground, wrapped up in the blanket. He was still hungry, but knew it was to much to ask Bakura for anything more until he said so.


End chapter 4


***just as I promised! Mostly ALL lemons! #^_~# next chapter: Bakura falls ill, Seto tells stories, and Marik’s total smitten.

[1] Valhalla is the utopia for Viking warriors who fall in battle. Basically, all they do is eat, drink, sleep, and fight. (Sounds kinda fun!)