Danegold: The Viking Brother's Sequel

ChibiMisu here! Boy, it’s been awhile since I updated! *bows low* I’m sorry! I’ve been tied up with being tutored in math, so I’ve been pushed behind schedule.


Anyway, here’s the next chapter. BakuraxRyou lemon at the end.


Enjoy!


Oh, and HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh

Danegold: The Viking Brother’s Sequel

Chapter 4: Party Time


Following Seto’s idea for a drink, Marik and Bakura left the others to have a drink of their own. The two were late getting up and the rest of the fights for books for the day. There was no reason to stay just to watch, so the next best thing is go and get a little wasted. They left Seto and Jou alone, not wanting to deal with the puppy eyes and sappy words. It made Bakura physically ill and Marik couldn’t stand the cuteness of it. So they hid in the corner at a vacant table.


“So, how do you think Seto did out there?” Marik asked his brother, trying to spark conversation.


“He put that Oddvar brat to shame is what he did. I bet Yami will put a little extra into his salary for winning. Sometimes I think Seto has more money than us!” Marik had a servant girl refill his goblet.


“Yami’s cut our allowance down ever since father died. He said we spend it all on wine and wenches and he refuses to have our money wasted in bulk. Remember that?” Bakura scoffed.


“Well, YOU did.” He countered. “I spend mine on gambling, which I haven’t done in awhile, actually.” Bakura made a mental note to steal some money from Yami.


“Yami will have your head mounted on his bedroom wall if he catches you gambling!” Marik reminded him. Bakura just sipped his ale slowly, unfazed by Marik’s warning. Not getting caught was half the fun of it! There was bound to be some dog fights going on somewhere in the camp.


“Yami doesn’t own me! It’s my money to do what I want with it.” He narrowed his eyes at Marik. “And just where does YOUR money go?”


“Malik.”


“Malik?” Marik nodded.


“He takes it to buy something for himself. But it’s okay because I let him!”


“You’re a henpecked fool.” Before Marik could open his mouth to counter, a shadow was cast across their table. Both men looked up to see a young girl smiling happily at them. She was a VERY attractive girl and both men just sat there stunned. She had long red hair tied in a loose braid and dark blue eyes. She was thin like Ryou but had a womanly curves. Marik’s eyes drifted down to her chest but he quickly brought them back up again.


“I haven’t seen you two in so long! You both got so big! Or should I say bigger?” Marik and Bakura exchanged confused glances. The only thought that registered in their mind was someone they must have both slept with. Other than that, they didn’t know who she was.


“Uh, I’m sorry, but what is your name?” Bakura asked. “I afraid my ale fogged mind is a little slow...” She laughed prettily and sat down on the table between them. Marik was right at chest level but he turned his head away, trying to concentrate on his ale.


“You boys are just as silly as ever! I’m Dahlia, the only Oddvar sister!” Bakura’s jaw hit the table and Marik choked on his ale. She put her hands up and laughed. “Don’t die on me! I’m not like my brothers coming here to pick on you! I just wanted to say “hello”.” Bakura was able to find his voice while Marik was still coughing up a storm.


“You said WE’VE grown!? You don’t even look like the same little girl! You had big pigtails and freckles!” She smiled down at him and crossed her legs.


“I still have some freckles, see! Now that I’m sixteen summers, most of them are going away!”


“I’m surprised Ludmund and the others let you come here. They were always so protective of you.” She smiled.


“Well I had a few suitors back home and they didn’t want to leave me there where one of them might run off with me. So they took me with them! I’m really suppose to be in Sveyn’s tent but this place is just so exciting! I couldn’t just sit back and be bored, now could I?” Marik finally caught his breath.


“You shouldn’t be walking out here alone.” Marik said. “It’s dangerous for a young girl.”


“Oh, I’m not worried! My big brothers are here to avenge me should something happen!” She hoped off the table and straitened out her red dress. “Well, I should be getting back to the tent before Sveyn comes back. It was nice seeing you guys again!”


“Uh yeah...bye.”


Bakura said with a slight wave. Marik didn’t say anything but just chugged down what was left in his goblet. She walked along with the crowd, swinging her hips as she did. Bakura just stared after her and grinned when he saw the evil pineapple slip under her dress. The pineapple knows all. She was coming on to him, no doubt about that! Marik suddenly slammed his empty goblet down on the table, startling Bakura out of his thoughts.


“Damn marriage vows!!” Marik cried out.


“To bad for you.” Bakura said with a laugh. “You know, what Malik doesn’t know can’t hurt you.” He suggested with a twinkle in his eye. Marik glared back at him.


“I can’t betray Malik like that!”


“Are you AFRAID to face Malik if you get caught or are you just going soft?”


“I just won’t do it!” Marik answered firmly. “As much as I want too, Malik’s love is more important!” Bakura rolled his eyes.


“You’re going soft.” Marik sneered at him and turned away.


“Malik’s more than enough for me! He’s EVERYTHING I need.” Bakura ignored him and stood up, straitening out his hair. Marik gave him a curious look. “Where are you going?” Bakura just grinned.


“To get myself a little action, Marik. Just because you can’t have any doesn’t mean I can’t! I have no vows holding me back, so I bid you good day.”


“Be careful Bakura,” Marik warned “She’s an Oddvar.”


“All the more reason to warm my way into her bed. She was coming on to me, Marik, and I’m going to take her up on that. With my charms and false sweet words, I’ll have her falling all over me.” Marik got up to stand next to him.


“Are you sure this is wise, Bakura? Please tell me you’re not going to sleep with her right away?”


“Nah, I won’t go that far. Yet. I’ll just hint around a little bit. You know, make her come to me.” Bakura cast his eyes to his brother and glared. “And keep your big mouth shut!! This is sweet, sweet revenge in the making, okay?” Marik nodded.


“Okay Bakura, just watch your back.”

“I’ll talk to you later.”


Back at the arena, the others were still busy watching the sword fights. Ryou kept his eyes covered for most of the time, once in awhile peeking through his fingers. Malik seemed unfazed by them, but Duke looked like he was getting into it. Same went for Keith and Tristan. Yugi himself didn’t care much for these fights, since the ones fighting were not people he knew. Annar was starting to get fussy which meant he was hungry. Yugi saw this as a good excuse to leave.


“Keith,” He said, standing up. “Annar’s getting hungry so could you take me to get him something to eat?” Keith took his eyes away from the fight and nodded. “Thank you.”


“No problem.” Malik tugged at Yugi’s pant leg.


“You coming back?” Yugi shrugged his shoulders.


“I’m not sure. I’ll see how Annar feels after he eats. If I don’t come back then figure he was tired.”


“Bye Yugi.” Ryou said and Yugi waved back at him. Keith turned to Tristan before he left.


“You’ll take care of the others?” Tristan nodded.


“Yeah I will. Listen, if Yugi decides to go back to his tent, check on Avaldamon for me, okay?”


“Sure. I’ll catch up with you later. Lets go, Yugi.” Yugi followed Keith as they wove their way through the crowds of people. Once they were out, Yugi took his spot next to Keith as they walked up and down the aisles. Annar drooled slightly and clapped his eyes as his eyes drifted from table to table.


“Food! Food! Food!!” Yugi chuckled and held Annar tighter in his arms as the boy tried to worm his way out.


“What would you like to eat?”


“Me want soup!! Soup!!! Get it for me, Unkie Keith!” Yugi looked around and pointed to a soup stand.


“That woman is serving soup.”


“Why don’t you two go sit down while I get the soup?” Yugi nodded


“Okay, thanks.”


Yugi sat down with Annar at a rickety table next to an abandoned trading stand. Most of the people were at the tournament so Yugi didn’t worry too much about something happening to him. Annar sat in his lap and started chewing on his tunic top hem, making a large wet spot there from his saliva.


“Eww, Annar!” Annar looked up at him, his tunic still in his mouth. Yugi pulled the fabric out of the boy’s mouth gently slapped his knee. “You know how mad daddy gets when you ruin your clothes! Especially the ones he bought you!” Annar just looked up at him blankly. “Should I be worried about these blank stares you always give me? Are you even listening to me?” Another blank stare. “Food?”


“Food?!” Annar’s face lit up at the word and Yugi just sighed.


“Why don’t you go to Unkie Keith and wait for your soup?” Annar nodded and hopped off of Yugi’s lap, running all the way down to Keith. Yugi watched him until he saw that Keith acknowledged the boy’s presence.


“Hello there.” Yugi looked up at the source of the greeting and smiled kindly at the man.


“Hello.” The young man had short, somewhat spiky red hair and pretty blue eyes. “Um, is there something I can help you with?” Yugi asked nervously as the man sat down next to him.


“You’re Yami’s little wife, aren’t you?” Yugi didn’t know if he should answer that question. It’s true, Yami was a powerful lord and no doubt thousands of people know about him. But should he say who he is?


“Who wants to know?”


“I’m just trying to be friendly.” Yugi slid over a bit so the man wasn’t so close to him. He didn’t like the looks of this guy. “Are you afraid of me?”


“N-no.” The man laughed.


“You’re a pretty little thing. Cute too.” Yugi flushed and shied away from him.


“Excuse me, but I’m married.”


“And?”


“And that’s a very bold statement to make, considering who my husband is!” Yugi sat up strait and narrowed his eyes at the man, trying to show no fear. The man just smiled


“You’re so cute when you try to act all tough. You act innocent, but I bet you’re a wildcat in the bed.” Yugi gasped at the statement and nearly slid off the bench trying to escape from him.


“I-I beg your pardon!?” The man reached his hand out and gripped Yugi’s chin in his hand, pulling his face closer to his.


“You heard me. I’m curious to know what an Englishmen feels like from the inside.” Before Yugi could react, the man was pulled away from him by the scruff of the neck. Luckily, Keith had come back just in time to save him. The man’s face was met with Keith’s fist as he went sprawling to the ground.


“Sveyn Oddvar, you haven’t changed at all, have you?!” Yugi gasped. ‘This man was one of those Oddvar brother?!”


“Keith?! What are you doing here?!” Sveyn managed to get out as he sat up and rubbed his jaw. He glared viciously at his assailant “I heard Yami threw you out in the cold some time ago!”


“That’s no concern of yours!” Annar came out from behind Keith’s leg and ran to Sveyn, suddenly attacking him.


“LEAVE MY MOMMY ALONE!”


“ANNAR!” Yugi got up quickly and tore Annar away from Sveyn, who let out a loud cry of pain. Annar had a large chunk of his red hair in his mouth. Now Sveyn had a nice little bald spot on the left side of his head.


“That brat just ripped my hair out!” Yugi hid behind Keith while trying to clean out all the hair from Annar’s mouth. Sveyn got up quickly and glared at them furiously. “I’m going to tell Ludmund about this! About you and the English slut!” Keith rolled his eyes.


“As if Ludmund could really do anything. Can’t you stand up for yourself without having to run to ‘big brother’?” Sveyn didn’t answer him but just took off. Yugi watched him run off and looked up at Keith.

“Please, don’t tell Yami about this.”


“Why not?” Yugi bit his lip.


“Because I don’t want to start any trouble. There is enough tension and hatred between the two families now. We don’t need anymore conflicts to add to it. Understand? So please don’t tell Yami!” Keith looked at his pleading eyes and nodded.


“Okay, I won’t tell.” Yugi nodded and looked at Annar.


“That goes double for you, young man!”


“Me no tell!” Annar promised and tried to flex his muscles. “Me strong like daddy and fight to save mommy! Grrr!” He made a mean little face, making the two men chuckle.


“I left the soup back at the stand. Now where would you like to go? The games or your tent?”


“Tent please. Annar needs to eat and have his nap.” Annar pouted and crossed his arms.

“But me don’t wanna nap!”


“Well, daddy says you have to. If you don’t like it, then you can take it up with him.”


“Me bite daddy for making me nap!” And he snapped his jaws to emphasize his words. Yugi started to fear that Annar may just have a biting problem....


Marik and Avaldamon stood at the far corner of the horse range, watching the owners and their horses. The stallions were brought for fighting and the mares were brought for racing. Marik folded his arms and leaned over the fence. He was still a bit bummed after meeting up with that Oddvar girl. Now that he was married, he couldn’t go sticking his dick in whatever caught his fancy. He took a sip of his ale and held it for Avaldamon to finish the rest. Avaldamon quickly gulped the rest down with his large tongue, almost knocking the mug from Marik’s grip.


“So, how’s life on the range?” Marik asked his horse who just neighed. “Good to hear it. Hm, there’s lots of pretty mares this year, huh?” Avaldamon snorted and stomped his hoof a few times in the dirt. “You ready for some fighting? Bright and early tomorrow, my friend.” The horse snorted. “Yeah, I hear ya. I don’t understand why these games have to start so early in the fucking morning! I don’t believe in a dawn.” Marik looked back out into the range and saw one of the Oddvar twins, he didn’t know which, feeding some carrots to his mare. That’s when Marik got a devilish idea. Sometimes revenge can come in such small ways yet have a large impact!


“Check out the legs and coloring on that bitch.” Avaldamon looked at the mare and neighed. “She looks young...about four or five. Pure white too.” Avaldamon stomped his front hooves. “Perfect age for the plucking, wouldn’t you say?” The horse snorted and swished his tail around. The Oddvar twin stroked the mare on her nose before turning to leave. Marik and Avaldamon followed the man with their eyes, waiting for him to be out of sight. Once he was gone, Marik gave a sharp slap to Avaldamon’s backside. “Go make some babies!” Avaldamon took off in a trot, his head held high and his tail propped up. “At-a boy!”


“Marik!” Marik turned his head at the sound of his name. Tristan came up to stand next to him. “I thought I would find you here.”


“What is it?”


“King Olaf is holding a dinner tonight in his tent just for the Bolverk family.”


“Where did you hear this?”


“Yami came and told us. He sent me to seek out you and Bakura.” Marik jumped up onto the fence and sighed happily.


“Free food and ale! Couldn’t ask for more in life, right Tris?” Tristan joined him upon the fence.


“You said it! These games have been the only time when I actually HAD time to sit around and get a bit wasted. Back at the castle, I have to work day in and day out, or things would never get done. At least here, I’m not the only head stable master around.”


“And, you only have one horse to look after.”


“That’s true, and he’s a real joy to be around. And I’m not saying that sarcastically.” Marik slapped him hard on the back, making him wobble atop the fence.

“Of course he is! You’re one of the few he likes besides me. Besides, you’re the only person, other than myself, that I trust to take good care of him.” Tristan smiled with a little laugh.


“He’s a handful, but such a joy to be around. The way the females flock to him-“


”Like me.” Marik added with a grin, but Tristan ignored him.


“The way other males fear him-“


”Like me!”


“The way he destroys everyone or everything in his path-“


”Like me!”


“It really is a sight. That’s a one of a kind horse, Marik.” Marik nodded.


“Oh, I know. He’s seven years old and still going strong! And they said he would mount to nothing!” He scoffed. “We showed them!”


“They might start the horse fights tomorrow. Should I start preparing Avaldamon?” Marik’s grin almost reached his ears.


“Hell yes! If they are starting the horses, then sign my baby up RIGHT AWAY! I want him fed, watered, and cleaned! Get on it!”


“Yes sir!” Tristan chuckled and hopped off the fence. “It looks like Duke, Ryou, Keith and I will be having dinner together, huh?”


“Servants aren’t invited to noble gatherings, you know that. Besides, Ryou is a great cook. I’m sure he can make you something.”


“But he’s ill.” Marik rolled his eyes.


“Then make Duke cook.”


“He can’t.”


“Then your shit out of luck, huh?” Tristan couldn’t help but laugh.


“Yeah, I guess we are.” Marik chuckled and hopped off the fence.


“Well, enjoy your horrible dinner. While you’re eating it, think of me and all the glorious, well cooked food I’ll be eating.” Tristan just rolled his eyes with a smile and hopped the fence.


“Don’t rub it in, braggart.”


Later that night, Ryou, Tristan, and Duke sat around a small campfire in Bakura’s tent, waiting for their dinner to be cooked. Since Ryou is sick for this trip, it was Malik who took the reigns and cooked everyone dinner. But he, like the others, were dining with the king of Norway. Since they were servants, they were not allowed to attend the gathering, but decided to have their own little dinner together. Keith was guarding the tent outside, Duke having told him that he was not allowed to be anywhere near him. Ryou on the other hand, felt bad leaving Keith out of their dinner.


“Duke, can’t we let him join us?” Ryou asked softly. “It’s cold out tonight and the poor guy has been guarding us all day. He deserves a break,” He looked at Tristan. “Don’t you agree, Tristan?” Tristan looked at the angry glare from Duke and the pleading one from Ryou, and was instantly at a loss for words. Damned if he did, and damned if he didn’t.


“Uh...well...I don’t really mind...” Duke slapped him outside the head.


“You’re going to let the man who took my innocence dine in the same tent with us?!” Tristan rubbed the back of his head where Duke had whacked him.

“He won’t do anything to you while I’m here, Duke. I’m here to protect you.” Duke crossed his arms and gave Tristan his back.


“Like hell you are! If you really loved me then you would go and pummel that bastard into the dirt!” Tristan put his hands up in defense.


“I can’t touch one of Yami’s family members unless they are posing an immediate threat. Besides, I want to put the past behind us, Duke. If there was something I could have done back then to keep you from leaving with him, you know I would have. But I was in a position where I could do nothing. I just want to start over.” Duke sighed angrily.


“Oh fine! Let him eat! See if I care!” Ryou rolled his eyes with a smile.


“Ask him if he would like to join us for dinner.” Ryou told Tristan gently. Tristan got up and walked to the tent flap, pushing it to the side. Keith was sitting on the ground with a small jug of ale in his left hand.


“Hey Keith?” Keith looked up at him. “Would you like to join us for dinner? Duke’s making some warm potato soup.” Keith stood up and corked his jug.


“Are you sure I’m allowed? Sounds like I’m not welcomed there with a certain someone present.”


“Duke’s fine with it, and Ryou wants you to come in and warm. You can’t pass up good food.” He held the flap open and Keith walked in, followed by Tristan. They were met with a smile from Ryou and an arched back from Duke.


“Duke’s made enough soup for all of us.” Ryou said. “Please sit and have some.” Keith sat down between Ryou and Tristan, waiting for the soup to be done. Ryou turned to Duke. “The soup will burn, Duke.” Duke turned around, kept his gaze from Keith, and stirred the soup. Ryou could sense the tension in the tent and sweatdropped. He really wanted to make it up to Keith for hitting him on the head with a frying pan.


The soup was finally cooked and Duke gave everyone the same amount, except for Keith, who only got a quarter of the bowl filled. Ryou covered his face with a small sigh and Tristan was looking everywhere but. Even he was starting to feel the tension. Ryou crawled out from under the fur blankets and glanced inside the pot. There was still enough soup in there to fill Keith’s bowl.


“Now Duke, that wasn’t very nice.” Ryou said openly. “Give Keith the rest.”


“He can get it himself.” Ryou was about to say something but Keith stopped him.


“Don’t worry about it, Ryou.” He said. “I’m perfectly capable of serving myself.” Ryou nodded silently and retreated back under the blankets. His eyes darted around his company, bothered by the eerie silence. He needed to break the ice.


“So, what do you think about Seto taking out that Oddvar fellow?” Ah, perfect topic to choose!


“It was an easy win for him.” Tristan answered first.


“I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen Seto fight.” Duke said next, trying to think of a time.


“He doesn’t fight often.” Keith said, answering Duke’s question. “He much rather sit back and watch or study. He calls it “a useless waste of energy”.” Tristan nodded.


“I could see him saying that.” He said.


“How’s the soup by the way?” Duke asked them, Keith being the first to answer since he tasted the soup first.


“What is this? Shit?”


“Yes, it’s shit.” Duke answered sarcastically. “I thought potatoes were old fashioned and shit would give it more of a zing.” Ryou and Tristan exchanged looks. ‘What splendid dinner talk.’ Ryou said to himself, sipping a spoonful of the soup. It was surprisingly good, which made him realize that Keith only said that to get a rise from Duke. “And where do you get off saying my soup tastes like shit?!”


“That’s because it does.”


“Then don’t eat any!” Keith put the bowl down.


“I won’t.” Duke glared at him and growled.


“I told you not to invite him!” Ryou just sunk down into his blankets. He hoped the other’s would get done their dinner party soon and come save him.


At King Olaf’s tent:


The three couples, Bakura, and Annar “Now be on your best behavior!” Yami scolded his brothers, just as he always does. Malik clung to Marik’s arm.


“Don’t worry Yami, I won’t let him misbehave.” Marik huffed.


“There’s no need to talk to me like a child!” Marik pouted but Malik kissed it away. Yugi clung to Yami’s arm nervously as he watched his son, who was currently riding on Bakura’s shoulders.


“Giddy up pony!” Annar squealed happily, pulling on his hair. Bakura growled.


“I”m not a horse! And stop pulling on my hair or I’ll toss you into that ale barrel!” Seto came up behind him and calmly took Annar from Bakura’s shoulders, placing him on the ground.


“Go with your mother.” Yugi held out his hand.


“Come on, honey.” Annar pouted.


“Me wanna ride on Unkie’s shoulders!”


“Come here little guy!” Marik said and patted his shoulder. Annar squealed and ran to Marik, reaching up to him with chubby little arms.


“Up! Up!” Annar begged.


“Yami-“ Yugi looked at his husband nervously, worried about Marik’s strength. He’d be better off riding with Bakura. He felt guilty about not letting Annar be around Marik, much less play with or hold him. The story of how Smoky the cat got his spine snapped in half stuck in his mind. He didn’t want Annar to go the same way.


“Be careful with him, Marik.” Yami warned.


“We’ll be fine!” Marik lifted his nephew up with one hand and placed him on his shoulders. Annar parted Marik’s hair down the middle so he could see. He giggled happily and kicked his legs.


“Me up way high!”


“Just be careful that you don’t get lost in his hair!” Jou said to Annar with a laugh.


“God only knows what else is hidden in there!” Malik added. “Maybe the Holy Grail?”


“Don’t pick on Unkie Marik!” Annar scolded them, waving his finger up and down.


“Yeah! Don’t’ pick on Unkie Marik!” Marik repeated.


“Shut it. We’re here.” Yami said as they walked up to the two guards keeping watch. “King Olaf is expected us.” The guards nodded and let them pass. Olaf was sitting at the head of the table with his advisor, going over some papers. One of the servants alerted his attention to the Bolverks.


“Glad all of you could make it!” Olaf greeted, leaning back in his chair lazily.


“We wouldn’t miss a feast with our king for anything.” Yami said, making Olaf roll his eyes.


“There’s no need to butter me up, Yami.” Bakura snapped his fingers.


“Damn, we’ve been found out!” He said with a grin, sharing a laugh with the others.

“Well, come on in and have a seat! My servants just prepared dinner, so eat until your hearts content.” Marik and Bakura wasted no time in rushing to some seats, grabbing their utensils eagerly. Yami sat by the king, with Yugi on his side and Annar in his lap. Jou sat beside Yugi, followed by Seto. Malik of course sat with Marik. The servants placed trays of various game, fish, lamb, bread, fruit and chicken. Marik and Bakura looked over the food with lustful eyes.


“Thank you for inviting us.” Yugi said politely. King Olaf just waved his hand.


“ There’s no need to be so formal and polite, Yugi. When we’re not in the presence of lords and nobles, we’re ourselves.”


“I’m a lord.” Yami pointed out with a smirk.


“Ah, but you’re a friend of the family, so you don’t count.” One of the servants went around the table and poured ale into their goblets. Yugi kindly asked for water, not being very found of ale. Olaf lifted his goblet in a toast. “A toast to our good friend Seto, who pummeled that Oddvar to the ground!” The others raised their goblets to Seto, who smirked triumphantly.


“He was hardly worth my time.” Seto said and raised his goblet. “I thank you for your praise, sire.”


“There we go with the formalities.” Olaf said with a sigh and lowered his goblet to the table. “They get old and boring after awhile.” Marik slapped his hands together and rubbed them anxiously.


“Now that we’ve had our toast, lets eat!”


On Marik’s word, everyone dove in. Bakura picked up his lamb leg and bit at it, only to find it too tough for him to eat. He wasn’t going to waste good meat, so he handed it to Marik who took it without a word. Jou caught the movement when he reached over to grab some fruit. Since when did Bakura hand food over to his brother without a fight? Marik started gnawing at the meat, much like a dog would a bone. Jou had to ask


“Bakura, why are you surrendering your food to Marik? In all my time of being in your presence, I’ve never seen this act.” Bakura held his hand up as he kept his eyes on Marik and the meat. Jou’s words attracted the others to the pair. Seto suddenly dropped his fork with a gasp and turned his head away, putting his hand up to block his view. “What’s wrong Seto?”


“I can’t watch this. It makes my skin crawl!”


“What the hell is he talking about?” Malik asked with a look of amused confusion. Marik then removed the now mauled piece of flesh from his mouth and handed it to Bakura.


“It’s soft now.” He said plainly and Bakura immediately starting eating it. The others, aside from Yami, gave disgusted looks. Jou looked like he was about to vomit.


“That has to be the most disgusting thing I have ever seen.” King Olaf was the first to break the silence. Yami didn’t even bother to lift his head up as he spoke.


“And that’s only a quarter of the most disgusting things they do.” Olaf shivered.


“Lets not even go there.”


Annar was now running back and forth along the chairs, dragging a stick along the legs of wood. He giggled happily, unaware of the aggravation he was causing the adults. All the adults besides Yami and Yugi that is. Yugi was excited that Annar was up and running already at his age! Yami was busy enjoying the good food and ignoring his son’s antics. Malik and Bakura exchanged angry looks. They wanted to enjoy there dinner without the kid running back and forth.


“Look Yami! He’s learning to run!” Yugi said excitedly. Yami looked up at Yugi and smiled.


“He’s my son alright!”


“Annar’s so cute, isn’t he?” Yugi giggled.


“He’s cute AND clever.” Yami added. “He’s so smart for his age!”


‘He’s a brat.’ Bakura said to himself. He made eye contact with the others, who just rolled their eyes. Annar was getting out of control, and Bakura was going to put an end to it. When Annar ran up to his chair, he slipped his foot out and tripped him. Annar fell flat on his face and started to cry.


“Oh no, Annar!” Yugi jumped up from his chair and ran around the table to the fallen boy. He picked him up and held him close. “Aw, did my little boy fall down?” He asked his son who nodded with a sniffle.


“Me hurt nosy!” Annar pointed to his nose, which was slightly pink. Yugi kissed his nose and wiped some of the dirt off the boy’s tunic. Marik pushed his chair back and patted his knee.


“Come sit on Unkie Marik’s lap and have some food.” Annar squealed.


“FOOD?!”


“You can have some of my soup.” Annar practically jumped out of Yugi’s arms and settled himself on Marik’s lap. He banged his hands on the table.


“Me want food! Me want ale! Me want ass!” Everyone stopped in their tracks at the last phrase. Yugi nearly fainted and Yami spat out his ale, covering Malik with it.


“ANNAR BOLVERK!” Yugi raised his voice in shock and surprise. Annar just looked up at him blankly. “How did you ever hear that word?!” He put his hands on his hips as he thought. “I don’t use that language, and I taught Yami not to, and you’re not around many people, which just leaves...” He trailed off as he glared at Bakura and Marik. Both men just smiled innocently.


“Kids say the darndest things these days!” Bakura said, trying to cover his own ass. Marik just nodded in agreement. Yugi quickly took his son off of Marik’s lap and carried him back around the table to sit with Yami. Annar crossed his arms and pouted angrily.


“Me wanna sit with Unkie Marik!”


“See? Kids love me!” Marik stated and raised a glass to his nephew. “Beautiful kid you got, Yami.” Yami gave him a sarcastic smile.


“Thanks Marik.”


“Aw, don’t be like that! Drink some ale and be merry!” Marik told him, raising his goblet. “See, Bakura’s got the right idea.” Bakura was too busy downing the ale pitcher he had took from the servant.


“So what’s on the agenda for tomorrow?” Seto asked Olaf.


“Horse fights and races.” Olaf answered and turned to Marik. “I gather that gigantically large horse of yours will be participating?” Marik nodded with a chicken bone sticking out from his mouth. He pulled it out to talk.


“Yup! Tristan’s getting him ready to win!”


“I don’t know, Marik,” Started Seto “I saw some young stallions that look promising.” Marik threw his head back and laughed.

“No youngster is a match for my baby! Avaldamon could practically eat them for breakfast!”


“I heard those Oddvar’s have a new horse too.” Olaf said, sipping his ale. “She’s a real winner apparently, since that’s all Darby talks about.” Marik smirked evilly behind his goblet. No doubt Avaldamon had his way with her and he’ll bet ten to one that she’s running crooked tomorrow.


“Oh, I don’t think we have to worry about her.” Marik said calmly, mentally snickering.


“I’m still placing bets on your monster.” Bakura said with a slight slur. He already had a buzz going.


“So am I.” Seto said in agreement. Jou turned his head sharply when he heard Seto’s words.


“What do you mean you’re betting?! You’re not a gambler, Seto!” Seto flushed VERY slightly and poked at his food with his fork.


“I tend to....here and there.” Jou gave him the evil eye and Seto began poking at his food more rapidly. Yami pointed his fork at Bakura, also giving the evil eye.


“What did I tell you about gambling?” Bakura frowned. “I said you’re not allowed! That’s why I cut back on your allowance!” He pointed to Marik next. “Same goes for you!” Marik put his hands up in defense.


“Malik won’t let me gamble anyway.” Malik nodded with a smirk.


“He knows he has to save up his money to buy me things!” He pinched Marik’s cheek roughly. “Isn’t that right, lamb chop?”


“OW!! OW!!! Let go!” Malik took his hand away to let Marik nurse his now aching cheek. Yugi looked at Yami, wondering if he planned on placing bets. Yami must have read his mind because he answered.


“I can’t help it, Yugi. But I don’t go overboard like SOME people.” He motioned to his brothers who just ignored him. Yugi frowned slightly, not pleased at all with Yami’s answer.


“Oh, okay Yami.” He’d talk to him later about this. Just wait until he gets his husband back in their tent and puts the baby to sleep. It was Yugi’s turn to flash him the evil eye, but only when he wasn’t looking. Surprising, the rest of the dinner party went smoothly.

Bakura’s Tent:


Ryou awoke to the sound of something crashing to the ground. He sat up with a jerk to see what had fell, and was greeted by Bakura instead. Ryou knew right away that he was drunk just by the look on his face. He was in a happy mood tonight. Sometimes when he’s drunk, he can be either very angry or very happy. Once in awhile he’s very mellow. Bakura was a strange being, Ryou had noted some time ago.


“Hello Bakura, how was dinner?” Bakura didn’t answer but just wobbled over to him. Ryou sighed, knowing that look well. He really wasn’t up for sex, but no doubt Bakura wanted to get off. And his assumptions proved to be right.


Bakura grinned drunkenly and slid into bed. Ryou’s arms came up around his neck as he did so and pulled his head down to his. He kissed him long and hard, his hands roving beneath Ryou’s tunic top. Ryou moaned into the kiss as Bakura’s fingers found his nipples and took turns teasing each of them. Ryou pulled him tighter against his body and thrust his hips up. Bakura leaned back and unfastened the ties of Ryou’s tunic top, delighting in the sudden hot rush of desire that coursed through him as he touched the pale, bared flesh.


Ryou cried out when Bakura latched his mouth onto his neck hungrily, sending little chills throughout his body. He still didn’t feel up to this, but Bakura was drunk and not to be denied. If he flat out refused, then Bakura might seek out another to warm his bed. Ryou wanted Bakura all to himself, drunk or sober. He caressed Bakura’s muscled arms, then his chest and finally rested on his taut flanks.


Bakura sat up on his knees and undid his belt, throwing it across the tent and nearly out the flap. In his drunken state, he realized Ryou still had his pants on, so he quickly rid the boy of that. Ryou shivered as the cool air hit his naked body. He watched as Bakura slid his pants down around his thighs, his erection springing free. Ryou blushed and gulped, hoping Bakura wasn’t planning on pleasuring him with his mouth. Ryou knew he wasn’t up to that. It was hard enough to breathe as it is with his illness. To his relief, Bakura gripped his hips and quickly spun him over onto his stomach. He got up on all fours for Bakura and waited for him to make a move. Whenever Bakura was drunk, that meant no preparation. And he’d be sore tomorrow.


Just as he knew, Bakura had quickly buried himself inside and began a harsh rhythm. Ryou gripped the blankets tightly, crying out in pain. His limbs were sore and aching from his sickness, making it hard for him to balance. He could hear Bakura grunting as he dug his nails into Ryou’s soft flesh


Whatever pain Ryou had soon faded away and he pushed back against Bakura, giving a little yelp. Bakura kicked his thrusting up a notch and Ryou wailed in delight as each thrust quickly hit his prostate. Bakura grunted with each rough thrust he gave, watching Ryou rock forward and back at a rapid pace. His sore throat began to ache horribly from his screams so they started coming out as choked gasps.


“Uh...Bakura! Uh-h-harder!” Ryou pleaded in a raspy voice. Bakura leaned forward along Ryou’s back as he continuing his powerful thrusts. The weight from Bakura’s body on top of his forced Ryou face first into the blankets, his ass still elevated. His throat was raw and aching, and the only sound he could make now was nothing. He let out a squeak as Bakura roughly gripped his hair and yanked him up so he was sitting on his lap. “AH! Bakura!” His voice strained the words as he was put in a new position. Bakura licked at his smooth neck hungrily as he slammed his hips upward, burying himself deeper into Ryou’s body.

“More!” The word sounded more like a whisper, but it was enough for Bakura to hear. Ryou wrapped one arm around Bakura’s neck from behind to hold himself steady as his lover’s member slammed roughly into him. Bakura gripped Ryou’s mid section with one arm and teased his already pert nipples with the other. Ryou let out a gasp and lulled his head back onto Bakura’s shoulder. The pleasure Bakura was giving him overrode the symptoms of his illness and gave him a burst of energy. It could be from the fact that he was close to completion, but at this point, he didn’t care enough to think.

His eyes shot open as a slight pain was felt on his neck, just below his jaw. Bakura’s teeth bit down but not hard enough to draw blood. Ryou groaned in the back of his throat and threat his fingers through Bakura’s hair, rocking his hips into the thrusts. Bakura’s clawed his nails down the lithe, pale chest, leaving dark pink marks on the fair skin. If Bakura wasn’t rough when sober, he was even more so drunk. Almost as wild as an animal, and Ryou loved it.

“I’m coming...!” Ryou moaned into Bakura’s ear breathlessly, still rocking down on the throbbing member inside of him. Bakura growled passionately and gripped Ryou’s hips tightly, holding him still as he released into the soft, quivering body. Ryou, feeling the warmth of Bakura’s essence, followed him right after with a silent cry. He fell limp onto Bakura’s lap, resting back against the strong, damp chest. He could feel Bakura’s rough breathing on his neck as they remained in their position. With a satisfied grunt, Bakura actually lifted him up off his limp member and dropped him onto the blankets. He felt Bakura stand up.

“Where are you going?” Ryou asked him in a strained voice. Bakura pulled his pants up and went to pick up his belt.

“Out.” he said, slightly slurred from the ale and aftermath of sex. Ryou got up onto his knees as wrapped his arms around his chest, bowing his head to the side.

“You don’t want to stay with me tonight?” He whispered, tears filling his eyes. Bakura said nothing as he fixed his belt.

“I *hic* have someone else to meet.” The words were like a physical punch to his heart.

“I see....I bid you good night then...Bakura.”


Bakura walked out without another word, dropping the tent flap closed behind him. Ryou rubbed at the soreness of his backside, still feeling the heat of Bakura’s cum. His hand was covered in Bakura’s essence, tinted with blood no doubt. Bakura had been rough with him, but Ryou had asked for it too. He stood up on wobbly legs, ignoring the warm liquid that trickled down his thighs and walked to the water basin. He wet the cloth and cleaned himself throughly so to not stain the furs. Then, he walked around the tent to gather his clothes and put them on, warming his chilled body.

He wiped his eyes of the tears that were threatening to fall as he slid under the furs, pulling them up to his chin. His bottom was still raw and aching from the previous activity. He spread his legs under the blankets to relieve the pain between them. He had the bed of furs all to himself, since he knew Bakura wasn’t coming back for the rest of the night.


End Chapter 4


Next chapter, we get to see Avaldamon in action! ^^v