Danegold: The Viking Brother's Sequel

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh

ChibiMisu here! I am SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG! I get about 5 angry emails a day from people telling me to update faster. And I thank those people who enjoy my story so much. I admit, I do take awhile in general, and I know how it feels when you are waiting for a story to be posted. I work as fast as I can, please, believe when I say that! (bows low)

My computer crashed last week when my brother-in-law tried to install the SIMS 2 on it, and I lost what I had written of chapter five. I would have had this chapter up a week and a half ago, but when I lost 23 pages of written material when it crashed, I went into slight depression. I wrote ALL THOSE PAGES IN A MATTER OF 4 DAYS! For those of you who have lost a story/report/chapter, you know how hard it is to start writing it all over again. That’s why this post took so long. I had to write the damn thing over again. >_< It’s like a physical blow to your body! IT’s not as long as the first chapter 5 I had, but I did my best to make it work.

You’re all welcomed to beat me with a stick if you want.

YamixYugi lemon in this one!

It is now 2:34 a.m. and I finished writing the rest of the chapter. I’m not going to waste more time in updating by looking over the work. I know there will be some grammar mistakes, but try to over look them. I will work on it when I get a chance. Also, you may find some random bars of black bullets, just ignore them. I can’t figure out how to get them off of my word processor. -_- It may look like it’s separating scenes, but it’s not. Just skip over them.

Read on! ^^v

Danegold: The Viking Brother’s Sequel


Chapter 5: A Horse Is A Horse Of Course, Of Course


Yami’s tent:

The two walked into their tent after having finished a successful dinner party. Yugi was carrying a sleeping Annar in his arms, who was content with a full belly. He had eaten almost all of his own food and Yugi’s food. He was sucking his thumb lazily as Yugi knelt down to his basket bed and gently placed him inside. Annar’s head lulled into the pillow and Yugi covered him up with his blanket. The boy was already asleep and snoring softly. Yugi smiled down at his sleeping son.

“Sleep well, Annar.” Yami came up behind Yugi and placed a hand on the top of his head. Yugi looked up at him and smiled. “What is it, you.” He asked playfully.

“I want you to come to bed, that’s what.” Yami smirked.

“Get that thought out of your head, Yami. Not while Annar is in the same room with us.” Yami pouted.

“I wasn’t thinking that.” Yugi raised a sarcastic eyebrow at him and Yami couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?” Yugi shook his head and stood up, leaning into Yami. “We can do a lot of things, as long as you don’t make too much noise. You’re a noisy little wildcat.”

“Well I can’t help that, Yami.” He batted his eyelashes. “You make it near impossible.” Yugi felt Yami’s arm slid under his rump and lift him up off the floor. He carried his little lover over to the blankets and gently laid him down. Yugi moved over to let Yami lay next to him and pull the fur blankets over them. Yami pulled Yugi close to him, resting his head under Yugi’s chin. Yugi sighed happily and wrapped his arms around Yami, stroking the back of his head.

“I think I had too much to drink.”

“Then maybe you should go right to sleep.” Yami scoffed.

“I think not.” Yami leaned up and nuzzled the spot behind Yugi’s ear, making his husband giggle.

“That tickles Yami!” Yami darted his tongue out to tease the same spot his nose had currently occupied and Yugi had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. “Stop it, Yami!” He muffled from behind his hand. Yami moved his ministrations down to Yugi’s neck, kissing the soft skin lovingly. Yugi sighed and stroked Yami’s hair. He loved when Yami lavished him with kisses and gentle caresses. It made him feel love and cherished, which he was.

“You’re so beautiful, Yugi. Sometimes I think you made just for me, a gift from the gods for my loyalty.”

“Maybe it was my god who brought me to you to ease your spirit.” Yugi said and rubbed the back of Yami’s neck, making him moan.

“We’re both fortunate to have found each other, no matter how it was fated.” Yami rubbed his cheek on Yugi’s lithe chest, sighing in content. “My little Yugi.”

My precious Ya-MI!” Yugi finished his name with a yelp when Yami suddenly thrust against him unexpectedly. He glanced over to see Annar still asleep, thankfully.

“Oops.” Yami said with a grin.

“Yami! I don’t want to wake Annar!”

“Then you need to keep your voice down.” Yugi glared at him.

“And YOU are not allowed to surprise me like that anymore! Keep that up and I’ll end this little game!” Yami pouted.

“Oh, you’re no fun!” Yugi ‘hmphed’ and turned his face away. “Aw, don’t have a puss, Yugi.” Yami cooed and nibbled on
Yugi’s earlobe, trying to coax him back into their love making. “I won’t do it anymore, I promise.” Yugi turned to look at him.

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart.” Yugi grinned then pulled Yami down for a deep kiss. Yami dived right into the kiss, dominating Yugi’s mouth with his tongue. Yugi moaned softly and slid his hands down his husband’s back, stopping to grip Yami’s buttocks. Yami pulled his mouth away.

“Hey, hands off” He said with a smirk. Yugi giggled and licked the tip of Yami’s chin.

“Why? They’re mine anyway.”

“Possessive, aren’t we?”

“Same as you are for me.” Yami chuckled.

“You’ve been hanging around Malik too long.”

That reminded him about something. Yugi remembered the last conversation he and his friends had about their husbands/lovers. Apparently, Yugi was the only one out of the six who hadn’t “sucked his man off” as Malik had put it. He just thought back to that time where he was hiding in Marik’s room and watched Malik pleasure his lover with his mouth. He thought that was disgusting, and still does to this day.

But the way his friends were going on about how much it made their lovers happy, Yugi wondered if Yami would like it too. Yami never asked him to do ANYTHING like that. Yami always did what Yugi wanted whenever they made love, but he never asked his husband what he wanted. He just figured Yami liked it however it was. But Yami would never do anything that would make him feel uneasy or embarrassed, so that may be why he never mentioned it. Bakura and Marik sure talked about it enough, so it had to have crossed Yami’s mind. Maybe he should try it…

“Yami?” Yami kissed his forehead.

“What is it, love?” Yugi blushed as he tried to find the right words to say. Yami noticed this and cocked his head to the side. “Am I doing something you don’t like?” Yugi shook his head.

“No, it’s nothing like that.”

“Then what is it? You look uneasy.” Yami stroked the bangs out of Yugi’s face.

“Um…I was wondering if we…if we could try…if we could try something different?” Yami smiled.

“Different? Just what has been going on in this little brain of yours, Yugi?” Yami teased and poked Yugi’s temple.

“I just…want to try something new, is all.”

“And what do you have in mind?” Yugi blushed a deeper shade of red.

“Um…well…I want to make you feel good…” He hoped Yami would catch on so he didn’t have to say much more. Yami
blinked at him in surprise, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Make me feel good? Yugi, I know what you’re thinking, and you don’t have to if you feel uncomfortable. I can tell by the look on your face.”

“But Yami, you always do what I want, and it feels like I’m ignoring your wants.” Yami smiled sweetly at him.

“You’re so cute, Yugi. I figure you’ve been talking to your friends about this, am I right?” Yugi nodded. “Just because they do it, doesn’t mean you have to, Yugi. I don’t mind at all.” Yami said and nuzzled Yugi’s temple.

“But I want to, Yami. I feel selfish if you always do everything for me.” Yami looked at him seriously.

“If you want to, Yugi, then by all means proceed. But I don’t want you to feel obligated about this.”

“I don’t…so roll over.” Yugi said with a tiny smile. Yami rolled them over so Yugi was now sitting on his lap.

“Take all the time you need, Yugi. I’m just your pleasure slave lying here, so do rush right into it.”

Yugi smiled at him and quickly disappeared under the covers so Yami couldn’t see what he was doing. He really didn’t KNOW what he was doing, but he had a basic idea. When he saw Malik do it, he had a perfect side view of the motions, so he’d just have to try and mimic what he saw. He came to Yami’s belt buckle and quickly made work of it, slipping it to the side. Yami laid perfectly still as Yugi slid his fingers into the hem of his pants and pull the material down so Yami’s erection could spring free.

Seeing Yami like this was nothing new to him, but he still found himself blushing. It had to be the new technique he was going to try tonight. If he remembered correctly, Malik just jumped right in to it, but Yami told him to take his time if he wanted. Yugi blushed hotly as he stuck his tongue out to quickly lick at the head. He heard Yami give a low moan and buck his hips up. Yugi was surprised at the kind of reaction he could get out of Yami with just a simple lick. Yugi stuck his tongue out again and this time licked up Yami’s length, enjoying the shudder Yami gave.

It wasn’t as bad as he thought it was going to be. Even the taste wasn’t as bad as he had figured it was going to be. Maybe it was the fact that Yami was his husband and he wanted to do all he could to please him. He felt comfortable around Yami, and of course, if he was to do this, who better to do it with than his husband? He knew Malik must have done this MANY times back in their village. He was glad he got to do it for the first time with the man he loved.

Now feeling more boldly about the situation, Yugi stepped it up a notch by taking only the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue overtop of the slit. He heard Yami gasp and he lift his mouth from the rigid member as Yami thrust his hips up. He heard Yami whisper a curse and felt his strong, calloused hand grip his hair.

“Don’t stop now, Yugi!” Yami whispered harshly, yet with a tone of need in his voice. Yugi nodded and placed his hands on Yami’s hips, hoping he’d be able to hold his husband still. He didn’t want Yami thrusting himself down his throat just yet. Yugi smacked his lips together before placing them over the head again, this time taking more of Yami into his mouth. He felt Yami’s hand stroke his hair as he slowly started to bob his head up and down, still concentrating on the tip. He knew Yami was doing his best to keep his moans in as to not wake up Annar, so he decided to reward him by forcing his mouth to take in more.

Even though he tried to hold his hips down, Yami’s strength surpassed his and his husband thrust up, making him take half of it. Yugi tried not to gag as he felt Yami’s cock hit the back of his throat so he slid his mouth up slowly, wanting to keep this at his own pace. He moaned as he began to bob his head again, this time slightly faster than before.

Yugi had no idea of the kind of pleasure he had given Yami when he moaned against him, and Yami had to cover his mouth to keep from making noise. He wished Yugi would speed it up, but he had to remember that Yugi was new to this and he didn’t want to scare him, or he might never get the chance for this again. Yugi was setting his own pace, sliding his tongue along his shaft as he bobbed his head in a rhythm. He shut his eyes tight and threw his head back, praying that Yugi takes in more of himself. Only half the length of his member was getting the chance to feel the pleasures of Yugi’s mouth. He almost wanted to grip Yugi by his hair and just shove himself down the lithe throat, but he couldn’t do that to Yugi. He was still too naïve about the whole thing, and he’ll get better over time. Yami just had to be patient…but he didn’t have the patience for this.

“Yugi…Yugi, stop.” He groaned when he felt the wet heat leave his erection and Yugi’s head pop out from under the furs.

“Did I do something wrong?” Yugi asked worriedly, a bit of pre-cum dribbling down the corner of his mouth. Yami quickly flipped them over so he was once again on top.

“No, you were doing a fine job, Yugi. But you weren’t ready to take me all the way in yet and swallow my essence. That’s all we need is for you to choke on it and wake up Annar so he can see your flushed little face covered in my seed.” Yugi blushed at the crude image.

“Oh Yami, that’s disgusting!” Yami nuzzled his ear again and slid Yugi's pants down and off in a flash.

“You’ve lubed me up well enough with that pert little mouth, now I’m going to have my way with you.” Yami told him and took his slick erection in his hand to position it at Yugi’s entrance. He pressed his lips to Yugi’s as he slid himself all the way in, ignoring Yugi’s little whimpers of protest. He couldn’t take it anymore! He needed to have Yugi right now or he’d explode! Yugi’s efforts to give him pleasure turned him on more than ever. And he started a quick paced rhythm.

“uh-! Yami-!!” Yugi moaned when he finally managed to pull his mouth away from Yugi’s. Yugi’s pleasant flush and sparkle of his cum trickling down the small chin urged him on, increasing his thrusts. Yugi threw his head back in pleasure but kept his voice silent. He so wanted to let his pleasure cries out, but he couldn’t risk waking up Annar. Yami was already pounding into his prostate, and Yugi had to move his mouth to his ear to give his husband words of encouragement. “H-harder…I want you…”

“I’m yours!” Yami whispered back and entwined both his hands with Yugi’s. Yugi lifted his legs more so Yami could have more room and leverage to thrust. They shared a kiss again, moaning softly into each other’s mouths. The pleasure was becoming almost unbearable and Yugi feared he would let a loud cry slip from his lips. He made eye contact with Yami, who had beads of sweat gathering on his forehead and a crooked smirk. “I love you…!” Yugi closed his eyes at a hard thrust.

“I love you too!” Yugi said and wrapped one arm around Yami’s neck, gripping the flesh there. He started to let out deep moans as Yami’s movements became more rapid and powerful. “Uh! Oh Yami…” he groaned low. “Yami-…” Yugi felt his eyes lull in the back of his head. “more…I’m coming…” Yami suddenly halted in his motions as he felt something on his back. Yugi caught his breath and loosened his hold on Yami’s shoulders. He looked up at his husband.

“Yami?” Yami’s confused look turned into an amused smile.

“I believe there is a little imp on my back.” And Annar’s little head peeked around his father’s hair.

“Hi mommy!” Yugi flushed a deep red.

“AH! ANNAR?! You should be in bed!” Annar wrapped his chubby arms around Yami’s neck.

“Me not tired! Me hungry!”

“You better lighten up on his food intake, Yugi. You’re making him into a fat little piggy!” Yami said teasingly and reached his hand back to tickle his boy’s sides. Annar laughed out loud.

“That tickles daddy!” Yugi was at a lost for words. “Mommy, can me play this game too?!”

“Not “me”, Annar, “I”. Say “I”, and no, you can’t play with us.” Yami told his son with a chuckle. This was all very amusing to him, but Yugi didn’t think so.

“Why not?” Annar asked with a pout.

“Because it’s a game mommies and daddies play when little children go to bed or when they aren’t around at all.” Yugi slapped a hand to his face. He couldn’t believe this! “So go back to bed so we can finish our game, alright little man?”

“But me hungry!”

“I’ll feed you.” Yugi said quickly and pushed Yami away from him.

“Hey! I wasn’t finished!” Yami whined and lifted his son off his back.

“Well you are now!” Yugi answered him sharply. Yami mumbled and placed Annar on the ground, then pulled himself from Yugi.

“Annar, remind me to spank you later.” Before Yugi could protest Yami’s threat, he felt something nudge at his side.
Annar had his clothes in his arms and a big smile on his face.

“Here you go, mommy! Hurry, hurry! Dress! Me hungry!” Yugi blushed and ripped the clothes from his son’s arms. Yami
couldn’t but laugh at the scene.

“Thanks Annar.” Yugi said flatly while glaring at his husband.


Keith’s Tent:

Keith finished his last mug of ale as he walked back to his tent, which was at the very end of the Bolverk camp. His was next to Tristan’s and Duke’s, and as he walked by, he heard some all too familiar sounds. The two lovers were in there having a little romp. Keith threw his mug to the ground and hurried into his tent, hoping to escape the sounds. Inside the tent, the cries of pleasure were much more faint, but loud enough to drive him crazy. The thought of Tristan sharing Duke’s bed plagued his mind every night and day.

He had to admit that he still had feelings for Duke. When Pegasus had told him of his plan, Keith thought he would end up killing Duke when he got a hold of him. But when he had to live with him and share a room, his whole attitude towards Duke started to change. He knew now that Duke had just been acting, but it was enough to make him believe.

Why would Duke choose Tristan over him? No doubt it was because he had raped Duke, well, Duke took it as rape. He was wrong then, but he tried to make up for it by giving him presents, comments, and accessories. In a way, he was trying to buy his love, but some love from Duke was better than nothing. Tristan gives Duke a lot of love and attention, and he would too if Duke had given him the time. But Tristan is very passive and is at his mercy whereas he wouldn’t give in right away. You could say Duke liked being in control of a relationship, and his with Tristan proves it.

Finally, the passion cries next store had ceased. Keith let out a sigh of relief and sat himself down on his furs. He removed his sword from his belt and laid it across his lap, sliding it from it’s sheath. His thoughts again went back to the two lovers next store. He had had Duke first, and it wasn’t fair that Tristan got to have him! He thought he had stopped feeling jealous when he joined Yami, promising not to. But seeing those two together made the green eyed monster inside of him come forth.

And that settled it. He couldn’t stand the image of Duke and Tristan together any longer, so he’d have to do something about it. He grabbed his sword and stalked out of the tent, all rational thought vacant from his mind. He stopped outside their tent and listened for sounds or movement. The only sounds he heard were faint snores, signaling that the two were asleep. Good, that made his job easier.

He slowly drew the flap aside and slipped in silently, his eyes darting around the dark tent. In the far center lay the sleeping bodies of the two lovers, sound asleep. Tristan had Duke’s body covered with his own in a protective embrace. The only bit of Duke Keith could see was his long, raven hair sprawled out on the fur. The furs were white which made his hair stand out more, just like it did while he laid his head on Keith’s pillows all those months ago. He remembered twirling it around his fingers as Duke slept, admiring the softness of it. Now Tristan had his hands tangled in those raven locks, which further enraged him. The two were oblivious to his presence and the raising of his sword as he held it above them. He’d be able to kill them both with one stab. It would all be so easy….

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Keith held his breath and saw Seto’s reflection in the blade of his sword. Seto stood with a cold, serious look on his face. “Put that sword away right now, Keith.” Keith obeyed immediately and sheathed his sword. Seto beckoned him with his finger. “Lets go for a little walk.”

The two men walked side by side along the tent walks, passing other night travelers. Some greeted them, others ignored them. Seto walked with his back strait and his mind a million miles away in thought. Keith just followed him to whatever spot Seto decided to take them. No doubt he was going to get the “Seto Lecture”. Seto led them outside the camp and into the darkened field. Seto looked around to make sure no one else was there with them before deciding to talk.

“Just what were you planning to do, Keith?” Keith shrugged his shoulders, looking away from him

“Wasn’t it obvious?” Seto crossed his arms and looked out at the woods. “It was, but I’d rather hear it from your mouth.” Seto gave him a sideways look and

“I was getting ready to kill them.”

“What for? What were they doing that could drive you to jealously?”

“Tristan’s relationship with Duke.” Seto nodded.

“Ah, I see. I should have known. And just what did you think you were going to accomplish by killing them, hm? You were going to kill both of them, right?” Keith knelt down to play with some grass.

“I don’t know. At the time, I was going to kill both of them.”

“Why both? Isn’t Duke the one you are after?”

“Yes, but I know that if I kill Tristan, then Duke would hate me even more than he does now, but I can’t bare to see those two together. I don’t want them to be together, but I don’t want Duke to hate me even more, so killing them both would separate them and I wouldn’t have to live with Duke’s disdain of me.” Seto pondered on Keith’s word and nodded in understanding.

“I understand your frustration. I probably would have killed the man who tried to take Jou from me. Even if Jou would hate me for it, over time he would come to love me. I’m just that way I suppose.” Seto said proudly, praising himself. Keith wiggled his shoulders and gave him a snobby look.

“La-de-da! Seto is just so perfect!”

“I am.”

Keith just rolled his eyes. “So bottom line, knock this shit off. You’ve already made it back into the family, so don’t blow it by doing something stupid like murdering Duke and Tristan. Yami likes them both and it would make Yugi upset, which Yami practically considers a crime. Do you want to lose your head?” Keith shook his head. “Then I suggest you think before you act. And if you have a problem, come to me first, okay?” Keith let out a sigh.

“Alright, I will.” Seto gave him a firm slap on the back.

“Everyone makes mistakes. You just followed the wrong man, but you had no choice after Yami turned you out. And you never planned on marrying Duke or falling in love with him. He has a right to hate you, though. You did rob him of his innocence out of sheer pleasure, not because you liked him. I guess this is when you wish you could turn back time, huh?” Keith nodded.

“Definitely. But the gods have decided to make my life a living hell, so I just have to accept it.” Seto nodded.

“That’s all any of us can really do. We just have to accept things for the way they are…..come on, let’s go have a drink. My treat.”

Bakura’s Tent:

“Ryou, are you awake?” Malik asked from outside the tent flap. He raised an eyebrow when he didn’t get an answer. “Ryou?” He called again, but when he didn’t get an answer, he let himself in. Ryou was laying on his side in the fur bed, his back to the flap. “Ryou, are you alright?” He asked and walked over to his friend.

“Go away.” Came a small, strained voice.

“Ryou, it’s me.” He said and knelt next to him. “I just came to see if you will be joining us for the games.”

“No. Go without me.” Malik placed his hand on Ryou’s shoulder but pulled it away. His body was pale and clammy, and his hair was matted with sweat.

“Oh Ryou, we thought you were getting better.”

“I don’t need your pity. Go away.” Malik was shocked when he heard those cold words come from gentle Ryou. Something else must be wrong besides the illness. He bet it had something to do with Bakura. Bakura left the tent drunk as a skunk and probably came back, slept with Ryou, and then left for another bed. Poor Ryou, he thought. Heartbreak only makes an illness worse.

“Ryou...if you want me to, I’ll go. But you need a doctor’s care. I’ll go get Seto.”

“No, don’t bother. He has enough problems already.”

“But you’re sick, Ryou, and we all want you to get better. Just let me get Seto, okay?” Ryou didn’t answer right away, but then he did.

“Do whatever you want.” And Malik did just that. He got up and ran out of the tent to Seto’s. He didn’t have to run far at all and Seto’s tent was right next to his. Without warning, Malik barged into the tent, surprising a half naked Jou.

“Shit Malik! Don’t you knock?!” He hollered with a glare and covered himself with his tunic.

“It’s a fucking tent!”

“Then voice your presence!” Seto quickly stepped in front of Jou, blocking him from view.

“What’s wrong Malik? Looks like you have something on your mind.”

“Ryou’s very ill, Seto! He’s running a fever, and his skin is all pale and clammy!” Seto nodded.

“Take me to him.” Seto said and gathered up his medical sack.

“Wait, I’ll come too.” Jou said and quickly slipped his shirt on.

The three men hurried from their tent into Bakura’s, all kneeling next to Ryou. Seto gently rolled Ryou over onto his back and studied his face. His eyes were red from crying and his face was flushed with fever. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and his breathing was slightly labored.

“He looks almost deathly, Seto.” Jou whispered to him. Seto didn’t answer him but rummaged through his medical sack. He took out all the bottles of medicine he had, looking at each one carefully. Jou frowned when he saw the worried look on his husband’s face. Seto never really showed facial expressions, but Jou had learned how to read him. He knew something was up.

“Seto?” Malik asked, wondering what was taking so long. “Do you have anything for Ryou?” Seto grit his teeth and shook his head slowly.

“I don’t have enough of what I need to help him.” Seto told them. “I can give him something to lower the fever, but I can’t do much else. I need to talk to Yami about buying some medicinal herbs.”

“I’ll go find him!” Malik offered and started to get up, but Seto grabbed his wrist.

“Not yet.” He said firmly. “These herbs are expensive and I’m not sure about how much money we brought over. I need to discuss this with Yami first.”

“Well he’ll just have to pay whatever they cost to save Ryou!” Jou said. “Ryou is a loyal friend and servant to Yami, so I’m sure he’ll buy him what he needs.”

“Of course he would, Jou. He’d do it in a blink of an eye. However, we might not have the money on us for these kinds of emergencies.

"Well hurry and go talk to him!" Malik said and started shoving him out of the tent. "This is important!" Seto nodded.
"You stay here with JOu and keep an eye on him. I’ll go talk to Yami."

Seto walked along their tents and came to Yami’s where he peeked inside. All was quiet, the two were wrapped in each other’s arms and Annar was snoring peacefully. Seto allowed himself in and walked over to the sleeping lovers. He knelt down and shook Yami slightly.

"Yami? Yami, it’s me. Wake up." Yami moaned and pushed Seto’s hand away.

"Not now mother...."

"I’m not your mother." At that, Yami turned over and blinked one sleepy eye up at him.

"Oh, Seto. What do you want?"

"It’s about Ryou." He said and stood up, handing Yami his tunic top. "Get dressed." Yami sat up with a short groan and scratched his lower back. "You’re a beautiful sight to wake up to, Yami."

"Bite me." Next to him, Yugi started to stir as his object of warmth was suddenly gone. He made some small murmuring noises as he patted the warm fur where Yami currently laid.

"Ya-mi?"

"I’m here, Yugi. We have a guest." Yugi peeked over the fur pillow and smiled when he saw Seto.

"Good morning, Seto."

"Morning Yugi. I don’t’ mean to be rude, but I need to discuss something with Yami."

"What is it?"

"Ryou is very ill, more so than before." Yugi gasped and sat up in bed.

"Oh no, is he going to be alright?!" Seto walked over and knelt down in front of Yugi, knowing he was worried.

"Don’t worry yourself over this, Yugi. Ryou will be fine as long as I get the medicines I need to help him. And this is where I need to talk with Yami."

"What about your herbs?" Yami asked, slipping on his boots. "Don’t you have enough?" Seto shook his head.

"That’s what I need to talk to you about. I need to know our financial status so I can figure out what we can afford. You know as well as anybody how expensive these herbs are." Yami bit his lip at the mention of money.
"Seto, I didn’t bring enough to pay for medicines! I thought you were prepared before we left!?"

"I was, but some men got sick on the way here, so I had use them. Are you sure we don’t have enough?" Yami sat at his desk and thought. Yugi nibbled on his thumb nail nervously as he saw the serious look on his husband’s face. When Yami had that look, it meant something bad. He feared for Ryou’s health.

"This is a tough situation, Seto. We don’t have anything of value as of now to sell. And gambling is out of the question. To risky."

"Then what are we going to do, Yami?!" Yugi asked in concern. "What’s going to happen to Ryou? I want him to get better, Yami!" Yami smiled at him.

"I do too, Yugi, but I have everyone else to support besides him. Try to understand my position here. This isn’t easy." Yugi turned tearful eyes to Seto.

"Is there nothing you can do? There’s no way you can finagle something?" Seto heard a bell go off in his head. Yugi actually had a good idea!

"Yugi, you’re a genius! I can’t believe I didn’t think of that before!" Seto stood up with a look of determination.

"Think of what? What did I do?" Yugi asked, completely confused. Seto smiled and ruffled Yugi’s hair.

"Don’t you worry about thing now, Yugi. I have it all under control." Yami crossed his arms and legs.

"Does it save me money?" Seto winked.

"Loads." Yami smirked and waved his hand.

"Then you have my permission to proceed, Seto my friend." Yugi looked at the both of them.

"What’s going on?!" Seto pinched his cheek.

"Don’t worry, Yugi. I’ll take care of Ryou." Yugi pouted and rubbed his cheek. He swore that the next person who pinched his cheeks were going to get a bite. If Annar could do it, so could he! Seto bid them goodbye "Don’t worry, Yugi. I’ll take care of Ryou." Yugi pouted and rubbed his cheek. He swore that the next person who pinched his cheeks were going to get a bite. If Annar could do it, so could he! Seto bid them goodbye quickly and left the tent. Yugi turned to Yami.

"What do you think he has in mind, Yami?" Yami shrugged his shoulders.

"I don’t know, but I have complete trust in him. He’ll take care of Ryou, so you just enjoy the games today and play with Annar." Yami stood up from his chair and threw his cloak around him. He fasted his sword to his belt and bent down to kiss Yugi on the nose. "Well, I’m off to start the day." Yugi pouted.

"Can’t you stay a cuddle some more with me?"

"I would love too, Yugi, but duty calls." He ruffled his husband’s hair. "And some little boy is stirring and soon will be crying for breakfast."

"Me hungry!"

“Right on time.” Yami stopped by his son’s basket bed and bent down to kiss his forehead. “I’ll see you at dinner, son.” Annar smiled and jumped up and down on his bed.

“Bye bye daddy!”

“Take care of your mother, okay?” Annar nodded.

“I will daddy!” Yami walked out of the tent with a wave over his shoulder at Yugi who pouted at his back. Annar had climbed out of the basket and wobbled over to Yugi, landing in his lap. “Me hungry! Where Unkie Keith?!” Yugi giggled and held Annar up over his head.

“Do you ever think of anything else but food?”

“Drink!” Yugi rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“It’s a loosing battle with you. Alright, I’ll get dressed then we’ll find Uncle Keith to take us for breakfast. How’s that?”

“Yay food!”

Tristan’s Tent:

“Don’t make me dump water over you again!” Duke threatened Tristan if he didn’t wash before the games. “I will not allow you back into this bed smelling like Avaldamon!”

“You weren’t complaining about me last night.” Tristan pointed out with his hands on his hips.

“That was last night.” Duke countered. “Today is today, and you smell like an outhouse.”

“That’s low.”

“It’s true though!” Tristan rolled his eyes and sat down on the chair, ignoring Duke. He could be such a shrew sometimes! Duke suddenly hopped onto his lap, startling him. “Tell you what, I’ll take a bath with you and clean you myself. How’s that sound? Better?”

“Much” He grinned and hugged Duke tightly. “I take back the shrew remark!”

“Shrew?!”

“Oops.”

“Why you-“

“Good, you’re both awake.” Both turned to see Seto standing in their tent. “Sorry to disturb whatever it is you were about to do-“

“You mean slapping him outside the head.” Duke referred for Seto.

“Uh-right. Anyway, Duke, I need to speak with you. Alone.”

“Why?” Tristan asked.

“Because. That’s why. You should go and ready Avaldamon for Marik anyway, Tristan.” Seto clapped his hands. “Chop, chop” Duke slid off Tristan’s lap and straitened out his tunic.

“We’ll discuss the shrew thing later.” Duke told his lover and shooed him away. Tristan left without much of another word, knowing that Seto was right in telling him to get a move on with Avaldamon. Both Marik and his horse had a big day. “Now what is it you wanted to talk to me about, Seto?”

“I have a proposition for you that I just KNOW you’re going to like. You get to go back to your old ways and help out a friend in the process.” Duke smiled.

“I like where this is going! Tell me more!”


Yugi, Malik, Annar, and Keith sat on their blanket facing the arena. Malik was looking around eagerly for Marik, wondering why he wasn’t with the other contenders. Yugi was busy keeping a fussy Annar entertained while waiting for the horse games to begin. Yugi didn’t like the idea of exposing Annar to such games that involve injury and death. It’s bad enough that Yami makes him watch fights between men, now animals? He didn’t want Annar to get the wrong impression of animals. Personally, he thought such beautiful creatures like horses weren’t meant to fight, but these Vikings seem to bring out the worse in everything.

“Where the hell is Marik?!” Malik asked angrily, his hands on his hips. “He should have been the first in line for these games! It’s his day to shine!”

“He’s probably waiting to make an entrance.” Keith told him. “I don’t see Tristan anywhere either.”

“Or Duke.” Yugi added. “And where is he by the way? He said he would be joining us.” Malik shrugged his shoulders

“He told me he had something to do today, or at least that’s what Jou told me.”

“Look mommy! It’s daddy!” Annar shouted and pointed to the dais where Yami was accompanying King Olaf and the other Viking lords. Annar called to his father and waved his arms.

“Daddy can’t see or hear you, honey. He’s too far away.”

“Can I go sit with daddy?”

“Sorry little man, but you have to stay here with us.” Keith told him and ruffled his hair. “Your daddy is busy with the big guys up there. No kids allowed.” Annar pouted and crossed his arms, then chirped up when he saw two men lead in their horses.

“Lookit mommy! Lookit! They starting!”

“And Marik still isn’t here!”

The four watched seven horse fights already and Marik still has yet to show up. Malik started to fear the worse, thinking something had happened to his husband. Yugi was more worried about Annar’s interest in these horse games. His boy was really getting into it. He’d have to have another talk with Yami about this.

“Lookit mommy! That horsy won again!” Annar said, pointing to the all brown stallion that has won every match so far.

“That’s an Oddvar horse.” Keith told them.

“Oddvar horse?” Yugi repeated. “Is that one of the brothers out there?”

“Yeah, one of the twins. Denby I think.”

“LOOKIT MOMMY! UNKIE MARIK!” Malik shot up from the ground.

“WHERE?! WHERE?!” He asked excitedly, looking all around. Annar was right in announcing Marik’s presence. His husband WAS making an entrance! Marik rode strait and tall on top of Avaldamon, adverting everyone’s attention to him. The few remaining contenders practically hid behind their horses, clearly intimidated by him. Marik rode his horse right pass them and through the arena gate to where Denby was. The crowd was silent as they all watched him approach the slightly trembling Oddvar. Even the man’s stallion whinnied in fright at the sight of the larger animal.

“KING OLAF,” Marik suddenly called over to the dais “I REQUEST PERMISSION TO PARTICPATE IN THE NEXT HORSE FIGHT!” King Olaf waved his hand at Marik, signaling for him to continue. Marik grinned and hopped off his horse to face Denby. “You look like you’re about to piss your pants, bitch. Am I that frightening?” Marik asked in mock question. Denby gripped the reigns of his horse tightly and glared at his adversary.

“I’m not scared of you! And neither is Flash!” Marik chuckled at the horse’s name.

“Flash? You named him “Flash”? That’s just like an Oddvar creature to be named something so corny! Is there no creativity in your family?” Denby sneered.

“Save your wise ass comments for when you win! That is, IF you win!” Marik flicked Denby’s nose. “OW!”

“The word “if” is not in my vocabulary. Now, lets let our horses begin their battle.”

The two men hurried out of the arena and left their horses. Neither horse had yet to make a move, but just stand there and stare at one another. Avaldamon took a step forward and Flash backed up a step. Avaldamon suddenly reared back and waved his large, muscular legs. His hooves made contact with the other stallion, making it whinny and rear back. Avaldamon slammed his head strait into Flash’s side, nearly knocking the animal off it’s feet. The crowd went up in a loud roar as the fight was well underway.

Flash turned and kicked at the black stallion with his back hooves, but Avaldamon moved out of the way just in time. He whinnied angrily and reared back again, laying his upper body on the brown stallion’s back. The horse nearly toppled to the ground at the sudden weight of the other horse, but managed to slip out from under him. Flash broke out into run, Avaldamon quick on his tail. The black stallion raced up beside the other and slammed his body weight into Flash, knocking the animal to the dirt. Flash struggled to get up but Avaldamon ran over him, proceeding to trample him.

“MY HORSE!!” Denby cried out as he watched his poor animal get trampled and stamped upon. Marik just leaned over the wooden fence, cleaning his ear and not paying attention to the fight. Why should he? Avaldamon would win anyway. On the other side of the arena watching the fights were Tea and Ludmund. Tea covered her eyes at the sight of their horse getting a beating of a lifetime. No doubt Marik’s horse was going to KILL theirs!

“Our poor Flash!” Tea cried, turning into his husband’s chest. “He’s going to lose, Ludmund! He’s going to get killed by that monster of an animal!”

"I’m sorry love, but there’s nothing I can do about this. It’s the way of the horse games. However, I plan to talk to King Olaf about setting some standards for these games! Avaldamon is much larger than the average stallion and a rare breed. If this horse is to participate every year and win, then there’s no reason to have a horse fight, right?” Tea nodded silently. “There should be certain qualifications for these horse fights, ones that don’t allow large, ugly black fur and white mane horses like that creature out there! I would LOVE to have that horse for myself.” Tea pushed away from him.

“How can you say that after what he is doing our precious horse!? He’s a monster of an animal! Hardly a creature for Annar to play safely with!”

“One thing at a time, Tea.” Ludmund told her. “The fight is almost over, so don’t even bother looking. If Flash makes it out alive, I’ll tell you. If not, then we get another horse for Annar. Plain and simple.

Back in the arena, Flash managed to get away from his opponent and make another break for it. Avaldamon once again raced up next to him and this time bit the animal’s ear. Flash stopped abruptly and made a whinny of distress, trying to break free without having his ear ripe right off. The two animals were at a standstill now. Avaldamon snorted and started to pull at the ear, forcing Flash to walk with him in order to relieve the pressure. Flash gave a sudden rear and pulled his ear from Avaldamon’s mouth, or what was left of it.

Flash reared again and kicked it feet at his opponent, but Avaldamon did the same and the two met in a clash of hooves and skin. Avaldamon quickly gained the upper hand once again and forced Flash back down to all fours. He reared back again and kicked Flash in the face, stunning the animal. Then he kicked the brown stallion with his back feet, sending the animal crashing to the dirt once again.

During this fall, Flash landed roughly on his neck and it snapped, killing him instantly. A cheer went up in the crowd for those who had placed large bets on Avaldamon to win. Avaldamon reared back and whinnied his victory, trotting around the fallen body of his opponent. Denby just stared at the scene wide eyed. Hearing Marik’s whistle broke him from the stare as he watched the murderer of his horse come trotting over to his master. Marik stroked Avaldamon’s nose and pat the side of his face.

“Well done my friend, well done.” Avaldamon nudged Marik’s head with his nose, snoring slightly in response. Denby glared at the two, his body trembling in pure anger. Marik saw his anger and grinned.

“Sorry bud, but that’s just the way the game is played. Your horse won’t be the only one killed today.” Marik said and pinched Denby’s cheek. The man almost bit his hand, but Marik chose to ignore that part. He hopped onto Avaldamon and snapped on his reigns. “Sorry about your horse, but if you didn’t want to loose it, you shouldn’t have entered it. You know what they do to the horses that die, right?” Denby just sneered at him. “I’ll be having a piece of your horse on my plate tonight.” He said with a wink and kicked Avaldamon into a trot, waving over his shoulder at the Oddvar. There was no need for Avaldamon to compete anymore for the day. They’d run out of opponent horses!


“YAY MARIK!!” Malik shouted from the sidelines, watching his husband ride off. He turned to Yugi and Keith. “I’m going to go catch up with him!”

Yugi just nodded slowly, his eyes glued on the dead body of the horse. Annar cheered and clapped happily, just like all the others. Yugi couldn’t believe these things went on! Well, he could, but he didn’t want to know anything about it. If it wasn’t for Yami wanting his son to start “training” at such an early age, he would have never chosen to expose Annar to this until he was older! He’d have to have a talk with Yami about this. He also had to talk to him about last night at dinner too. Yami was going to get an earful from him tonight!


Bakura’s tent:

Jou dipped the cloth into the bowl of cool water and rung it out before patting it against Ryou’s forehead. He hoped he could keep Ryou’s fever down enough until Seto prepared the medicine. Ryou’s condition hadn’t changed from this morning, which was both good and bad. Ryou shivered slightly and Jou pulled the fur blanket higher over him.

“Where’s Seto with that medicine?” Jou said out loud to himself, glancing at the flap of the tent.

“Jou…?” Came Ryou’s soft, whispered voice.

“What is it, Ryou?”

“Please, don’t leave me alone with Bakura tonight. Please?” Jou took Ryou’s delicate in his and squeezed lightly.

“I’ll stay with you, Ryou. Both Seto and I will, how’s that?” Ryou shook his head.

“No, you two deserve some time to yourselves. Seto’s been so busy since we’ve arrived here.” Jou rolled his eyes and nodded. “Can someone else stay with me?” Jou scratched his head in thought.

“Well, I don’t think Bakura will be very happy with the thought of him not being allowed in his own tent.”

“He has no trouble finding others during the night.” Ryou said with a frown and turned his head away from Jou.

“But he knows he always has a place here, and knowing that, he’ll want to stay in here just to spite all of us. The only thing we can do is get Yami involved and have him handle Bakura. That’s the only thing I can think of.” Ryou turned hopeful eyes to Jou.

“Really Jou? Will you do that for me?” Jou smiled and nodded, stroking the damp bangs from Ryou’s face.

“Of course. And once Seto gets his herbs in order, you’ll be up and walking in no time!”

“And here I am.” Seto said out loud as he entered the tent, holding a sack over his shoulder.

“Did you get the herbs?” Jou asked quickly and Seto nodded with a smile.

“Everything’s done.” Jou smiled back and stood up, stepping aside to give Seto room to work. Seto knelt next to Ryou and took out a few bottles of puke green liquid. Ryou looked at the bottles and make a face of disgust.

“You have to take them all.” Seto told him and help the boy sit up. He handed the first bottle to Ryou and ordered him to drink it all. Of course, the stuff was horrible and Ryou found it a bit hard to swallow. But Seto’s cold, serious eyes told him that he’d better drink EVERY DROP or ELSE. So Ryou managed to down the three bottles of icky tasting medicine which only made him feel worse in his opinion.

“Good boy.” Seto congratulated him and placed the bottles back in the sack. Jou put his hand on Seto’s shoulder to get his attention. He looked up at his husband. “What is it?”

“We need you to go talk to Yami about keeping Bakura away from Ryou tonight. We need to find someone to stay with him, but Ryou doesn’t want us to the ones.” Seto raised an eyebrow. “Because he wants us to be able to have some time to ourselves.” Seto smiled at that.

“Well thank you, Ryou, but if no one else can do it, then Jou and I will be happy to spend the night here.” Jou nodded in agreement, bending down to give his husband a kiss on the head. “Now I want you to get some more rest while I go talk to Yami. Jou, you go and find one of the others to watch over Ryou tonight, okay?”

“No problem. I’ll see you in a little bit, Ryou.” Jou told his friend and reached down to stroke his damp forehead. Ryou smiled lazily up at them in a silent thank you before rolling over. He couldn’t bare to sleep next to Bakura tonight. He was so thankful that he had such great friends.”


Later that night….

“Why the hell do I have to sleep somewhere else?!” Bakura asked his brother angrily after hearing about the plan.

“I already told you, Ryou needs a caregiver so he can get better, not a drunken whore monger like you. Malik has offered to stay with Ryou tonight.” Bakura growled low in his throat and crossed his arms.

“And just where am I suppose to sleep?!”

“I’m sure you have many tents where you can stay the night, since you never seem to be in that one anyway.” Seto repeated Ryou’s line. Bakura stomped his foot.

“Maybe I want to take of Ryou! Did anyone ever think of that?! I took care of him when he got beat to a pulp back in England! I bought him a damn fox cloak and a new tunic, which I haven’t given to him yet. I’m a great caregiver!” Both Yami and Seto gave each other a sideways glance. “I saw that! Just who was it that took care of mother while she was sick, huh?! I stayed by her side until the end!”

“Marik was trying to keep father sane and away from the ale while Seto and I tried to run the castle!”

“That’s beside the point! I mean that I am perfectly capable of taking care of Ryou!” Seto crossed his arms.

“I’m sorry, but Ryou doesn’t want you with him right now. He told me himself. You hurt his feelings tremendously, Bakura, and I don’t blame him for not wanting to see you. I wouldn’t want to see you either if I were in his position.” Yami nodded in agreement.

“Ugh, everyone is against me!” Bakura shouted up the sky at the gods. He saw the pineapple warrior float down from the sky on a cloud, and he had a friend with him. “Who are you?” Bakura asked out loud, making Seto and Yami exchange confused looks. ~I’M A COCANUT!~ Said the friend of the pineapple. ~THEY ARE ALL AGAINST YOU! KILL! KILL!!!!~ The two tropical fruits chanted in their high, squeaky voices.

“Just who the hell are you talking to?” Yami asked his brother, curious to know what Bakura was staring at.

“Nobody.” Bakura replied quickly. “I’ll apologize to Ryou when he is ready to see me. Now how about finding me a place to sleep!?” Bakura asked impatiently and tapped his foot, crossing his arms. Yami and Seto exchanged smiles.

“Oh, we found somebody who has an empty spot in their bed.” Seto told him and pointed behind Bakura. Bakura turned around and came nose to nose with Marik, who had a large grin plastered on his face.

“You’ll be warm in my bed, little brother!”

“OH HELL NO!”


End chapter 5

I hope to have some bonus stories in the next chapter! ^^