The Viking Brothers

ChibiMisu here....still sick....but it gives me time off work to do the things I enjoy!

Anyway, there is rape in this chapter! And I need to put some BakuraxRyou fluff in it. However, I do torture Ryou in this chapter. -_- sorry Ryou fans, it’s just for the story line! ^_^ R&R please! Enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh


The Viking Brothers


Chapter 8: Pain


Seto’s Tent:


Seto laid back against the wooden tub, savoring the warmth of the water on a cold morning. He had some of the men gather and boil the water, to purify it. Jou was busy doing the laundry instead of being with him. He needed his back washed. Having Jou with him right now would be just the thing he needed. Bathing in a tub once in awhile instead of a brook was a real treat! And in this weather, natural water was ICE cold! But bathing alone was not something he was used to. And to top it off, he was horny. He didn’t get a chance to sleep with Jou yesterday, and it was throwing his body schedule off.

His ears caught the sound of soft humming, a tune that was one of his own. That tune belonged to the song he wrote about his pup. No one else knew that song but him and Jou. Seto smiled gently, knowing that his pup would soon make his presence known. And he was right, Jou entered the tent with a basket full of Seto’s clothes. Seto followed Jou with his eyes as he placed the basket next to the bed. His pup didn’t seem to notice him.

“Good morning.” Jou whirled around and looked at Seto, who rested in a bathing tub. His arms were stretched out along the edges, and he smirked at his pup.

“Oh Seto! You startled me!” Seto snickered.

“Well, you didn’t acknowledge me. I had to get your attention somehow.” Jou pouted.

“You started a bath without me? Youso mso mean, Seto!” Seto drug his fingers along the water.

“It’s still warm. Care to join me, pup?”

Jou nodded with a grin and quickly got undressed, much to Seto’s disappointment. He liked it when his pup took his time stripping, just to tease him. Jou strolled over to the tub and climbed inside, settling down in Seto’s arms. He placed his back up against Seto’s warm chest and sighed in content. It was a tight fit since the tub didn’t have that much leg room, but it allowed them to be closer together. Seto bent his head to nibble on Jou’s ear, making him moan.

“Mmm...Seto...” Seto placed a kiss behind Jou’s ear, making him shudder in delight.

“I owe you for taking such good care of my wounds, they’re already healing.” Jou chuckled.

“Like you really need a reason to make love with me?” Seto buried his nose in Jou’s blonde hair.

“I’m just trying to be nice. But if you rather not-“

”No! Seto, you know I’m always ready for you!” Seto smirked into Jou’s hair.

“Is that so? Well then,” Jou yelped as he was thrown forward, quickly catching himself on the edge of the tub. “I’ll take you up on that statement.”

“Seto-!” Seto got up on his knees in the small tub positioned himself to enter Jou. Jou looked back at him in bewilderment. “What are-“

”I didn’t get any from you yesterday, Jou and I need my daily helping.”

Without any warning whatsoever, Seto had quickly buried himself inside Jou, pausing to give him time to adjust. Jou gripped the tub’s edge, taking in deeps gulps of air. He was thankful that Seto hadn’t started moving yet. The sudden, unprepared entrance filled his body with some pain. He wasn’t used to rough entry, but he knew Seto didn’t mean it.

Whatever pain Jou had soon faded away and he pushed back against Seto, giving a little yelp. Seto grabbed the thin waist and held them firmly, thrusting hard into Jou. Jou wailed in delight as each thrust hit his prostate head on. He had to brace his hands against the edge of the tub to keep from being pushed out of it. Seto grunted with each powerful thrust he gave his lover, Jou moaning and bouncing forward and back.

“Oh-oh god! Seto-ah! Please-!”

“Please ‘what’?!” Seto grunted out, thrusting harder.

“Don’t stop!-AH!- HARDER-!” Seto bit Jou’s shoulder and thrust deep inside his pup’s body. Jou threw his head back and shrieked, pushing back against Seto’s hips.

It wasn’t long until both felt their release coming on, and Seto sped up. Jou continued to let out short screams as that little bundle of nerves was hit with every powerful thrust from Seto. Jou couldn’t take the pleasure any longer and he came with a choked gasp. Seto followed a second later, shooting his load deep into his lover. Seto fell backwards to the other end of the tub and took Jou with him. Both waited until their breathing became even and shared a passionate kiss.

“Now look what you did, pup.”

“What?” Jou asked, confused.

“You’ve dirtied our bathing water. Now we’ll never get clean.” Jou looked down at the water and noticed the little islands of cum floating around. He whirled around to glare at Seto.

“WHOSE FAULT IS THAT?!” Seto blinked innocently. “You were the one fucking me!” that made Seto chuckle.

“I’m just joking, pup. You should lighten up a bit, and you talk about ME being a stick in the mud.” Jou pouted and Seto kissed it away. “Come on, lets go snuggle under the furs.”

“Mm..”


Bakura’s Tent:


Bakura had woken up not to long ago, feeling much better. Whatever that stuff was that Ryou gave him must have really helped! This was his fastest recovery ever, and he was quite impressed with his little slave. Right now, Ryou was making him a bowl of soup for the cold morning air. Ryou really was taking good care of him, despite of all the things he’s done to him. Maybe he COULD lighten up a bit. Just a bit! A few “pleases” and “thank you” here and there ought to do it.

“How are you feeling today, Bakura? Are you ready for your soup?”

“I feel much better this morning, and yes, I want my soup now.” He stopped himself, then added. “Please.” Ryou’s eyes widened a bit. Bakura just told him ‘please’! Maybe he was still sick?

“Certainly.” Ryou handed him the bowl of soup. “Careful now, it’s a bit hot.” Bakura took the bowl and blew on, then brought it to his mouth to take a sip.

“Ah-that felt good.”

“I’m glad you like it, Master.”

“It’s pretty good, Ryou. Just the right temperature, thank you.” Ryou flushed a bit. Was Bakura actually being nice? He placed a hand to Bakura’s forehead and no longer felt a fever, so he MUST be in a right state of mind. He was trying to be friendly and not scold him for existing. How ironic. A voice suddenly called from the tent flap, startling them both.

“Bakura, it’s me! I want to talk with you!” Bakura growled.

“It’s Keith! What the hell does he want this early! He’s usually still asleep!” He looked at Ryou. “Do something for me! Send him away! I don’t feel like talking to him right now! Tell him I’m sick and to come back later on! He can speak English too! Hurry!” Ryou just nodded and ran to the tent flap while Bakura hid under the furs. Ryou peeked his head out from the flap and had to look up at Keith. He had saw Bakura’s cousin last night at dinner, and the man frightened him. But he couldn’t back down, Bakura would be angry with him.

“I’m sorry, but Bakura is not feeling well. Please come back later, okay?” Keith crossed his arms and glared down at Ryou.

“I just need to talk to him! Let me in you little whore!” Ryou shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but my duty is to my Master, and he is not feeling well. I will inform him of your visit.” Keith growled and grabbed the tent flap, ready to slid it open. Ryou gasped and tugged at the flap. “NO! Please, Bakura is ill and he wouldn’t want you getting sick! Please come back another time!” Keith growled and let go of the flap, turning away from Ryou.

“Fine! I’ll come back later, and I better NOT see you again! Stay out of my site, English sow! Or I’ll have to punish you for disobeying the higher ups!” Keith stormed off, leaving Ryou to tremble at the threat he was just given. Why him?


Bakura growled from under the covers, not liking the words Keith spoke to Ryou. Only HE could trash talk his servants! But Ryou handled himself quite well. Keith can be a very intimidating person, and Ryou had stood up to him. It was probably in fear of what Bakura would do to him if he failed in his orders. His slave did a good job.

“Good job, Ryou. I’m impressed.” Ryou turned to look at him, eyes wide.

“I-I’m glad, m-master.” Bakura couldn’t help but chuckle at how Ryou looked so muche a e a little frightened rabbit. It was actually kinda, alluring-WHOA! Wait, that wasn’t the right word!...oh well, whatever. Ryou was still his slave and servant.

“Now, take about five logs of the firewood and bring it to Marik’s tent. He ran out.”

“Yes sir.” Ryou gathered up the firewood, his arms protesting the weight. Marik’s tent was so far away! “I’ll be right back, master.”

“Don’t be long.”


Ryou stumbled a bit as he carried the logs. He looked around and noticed how empty the camp seemed to be. Usually there were Vikings all over the place! He heard some cheering going on at the far, far end of the camp, and figured they must all be gathered and doing something. Probably a hunt or something of the kind. He had to admit, being all alone in this place was kinda freaky. Suddenly a Viking came up to him, wearing a grin that looked non to friendly. He had stringy blonde hair and wore an armored chest plate and shoulder guards.

“Hello there, do you need some help carrying that wood?” the man spoke in English. Ryou shook his head, not trusting this man.

“No thank you, I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” Ryou smiled
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“Yes. Good day, sir.” Ryou walked a bit faster, moving away from the man. He didn’t like the looks of that guy. A hand suddenly clamped over his mouth and yanked him back, making him drop all the fire wood. He screamed into the man’s large hand as he was carried off a short distance. He kicked and struggled, trying to wiggle his way out of the man’s grasp, but the man was to strong. Ryou felt his back hit the cold ground roughly, knocking the wind out of him. He laid still as he gasped for air, fear and panic flooding his mind.

“Relax little one. It won’t hurt that much. You’re a whore, so you can take it!” Ryou finally gathered his breath and immediately started struggling. He tried to scream, but the man crushed his mouth down to Ryou’s, silencing him. Ryou felt the man force his way between his legs and laid completely on top of him. Ryou found it hard to move being pinned under this man. The man had tweaked Ryou’s nipple, making him open his mouth in a gasp. Ryou almost gagged as the man’s tongue was nearly shoved down his throat. He did the only thing he could do, and that was bite. And he did. Ryou bit the man’s tongue hard, making him rear back in a holler. He suddenly backhanded Ryou hard, making his tooth bite into his lower lip. Ryou felt the blood flow through his mouth and some trickled down his chin.

The man licked the blood that fell, making Ryou writhe in disgust. He opened his mouth to scream again, but the man covered his mouth his hand. Ryou bit the man’s hand like he did his tongue, freeing his mouth. The man growled and backhanded Ryou’s other cheek, this time with his fist. He repeated it again with the other side, and Ryou was stunned. He lay still, trying to ignore the searing pain that encircled his whole face. He felt his clothes being ripped from his body and the cold air chilling his skin. The cold air brought him back from his stunned state and he took a swing at the man, managing to claw his face. The man yelped in pain as he clutched his hand to his bleeding cheek. Ryou turned around on his belly and tried to get away, only to be crushed to the ground by the man’s body and armor weight. An old cloth was shoved into his mouth, muffling his cries.

“You little English slut! How DARE you try to attack me!” He stood up and started to undo his belt. “All you English are the same, and I’m going to teach you your rightful place! This is how you backstabbing English SHOULD be treated!”

Ryou screamed into the rag as the belt met with the sensitive skin of his back. He tried to crawl away, but couldn’t avoid the blows of the belt. He tossed and turned in fright and panic, the belt now meeting with his chest, back, and sides. Some of the slashes started to bleed as the belt beat down upon them again, intensifying the pain even more. Ryou let the tears fall from his face. He couldn’t scream and he couldn’t fight! He was completely useless!

To his relief, the painful blows stopped. But the man wasn’t done with him yet as he felt the Viking push his legs up and apart roughly. The man grinned evilly down at him and suddenly thrust into Ryou depths, emitting a muffled scream of pain from Ryou. He head flew back and his eyes grew wide, the pain even worse than when Bakura had first taken him. The man quickly and roughly started thrusting into Ryou, tearing his inner walls with the dry, quick entrance.

Ryou managed to spit out the rag, and let out a choked scream for help. However, his voice was overridden with excruciating pain and it came out more as a gasp. The man paused in his thrusting and grabbed the belt again. Ryou felt the cold leather suddenly wrap around his neck, cutting off his air. He pulled at the belt as the man’s thrusts became harder and faster. His mind was fogged over with pain and panic. He couldn’t scream, he couldn’t move, and he couldn’t breath. His vision was becoming blurry as his breathing started to slow. His eyelids became heavy as he felt himself slowly entering darkness. He could feel the blood from the force entry now lubricate the member which continued to tear into him.

Suddenly, the weight of the man was lifted off him. He could hear the man gasp and fists meeting skin. Ryou took deep gulps of air, feeling some relief. But his vision was still blurry and was quickly becoming darker. The pain seemed to fade as the blackness grew thicker and clouded most of his vision. He noticed a blackened figure standing over top of him, but he passed out from pain before he could acknowledge who it was.

Malik stood with Yami and Yugi as they watched the hunting party ride oo tho the woods. Marik was assigned to lead the hunt and Malik was disappointed. He wanted to spend the day with Marik screwing like rabbits. The sudden image of Marik with bunny ears made sni snicker. Those ears would be lost in that hair! Yugi was actually sitting on Yami’s shoulders, waving to Tristan, Jou, and Duke. He had just met Duke this morning, and he considered him one of his friends. Yami seemed a little embarrassed as he allowed Yugi to sit on his shoulders. As long as he was happy, Yami was happy. He had to go discuss things with Keith, and couldn’t do it with Yugi on his shoulders. Keith would get the biggest kick out of it.


“Yugi, I need to go talk to my cousin now. Why don’t you and Malik go play for awhile so I can talk business. Okay?” Yugi smiled happily.

“Okay Yami!” He grabbed Malik’s wrist. “Let’s go play, Malik! Let’s play hide and seek!” Malik laughed and went along with Yugi. Yami watched them as they ran, both giggling happily. He just shook his head and headed in the direction of Seto’s tent. He had ordered Seto to stay here during this hunt so he could heal, and also to advise him. The most important thing was to keep the peace between families.


Bakura’s tent:


Ryou moaned as he peeked his eyes open. He could open one more than the other, which was odd? But then, images of his rape started to flash through his head and the pain came back. He let out a moan and started to cry, the pain almost numbing his body completely. Everything hurt, and he could hardly move without a jolt of pain rippling his body. Something cold was placed on his forehead, wiping away a few beads of sweat caused by the pain. Ryou turned his head a bit and looked up, stunned to see Bakura sitting next to him.

Bakura had a concerned, yet firm face. He patted Ryou’s head with the cold cloth, soothing the heat from the pain. Ryou just looked up at him, relief filling his mind and heart. Bakura wasn’t mad at him, Bakura was helping him! He gave a little smile, the pain in his face making it hard to do.

“Ba-kur-a...” Ryou wheezed out, his voice hoaand and sore.

“Shh.” Bakura whispered gently, stroking the bangs from Ryou’s face. “Don’t talk, it will only tire you out.” Ryou closed his eyes then opened them again, thrilled to still see Bakura by his side. It wasn’t an illusion. “You just rest now, Ryou. I’ll look after you.” Bakuraand and found Ryou’s and he held it gently, bringing a little smile to Ryou’s lips. Bakura used his other hand to whip away Ryou’s tears.

“I-I-“

”Shh. Please don’t talk. You should get some more rest. I’ve patched up your wounds and put healing salve on you face. You’ll be feeling better in no time.” Ryou nodded and closed his eyes, sleep being a good idea.

Bakura growled low in his throat, wanting nothing more than to KILL that man! But he couldn’t because Ryou’s rapist was one of Keith’s men, and they needed to keep the peace. That didn’t settle well with Bakura. That bad ald almost KILLED Ryou! Ryou’s pale, angelic face was covered in ugly black and blue bruises. His chest and back were full of bloodied slashes and large welts.

The tightness of the belt left a dark pink ring around Ryou’s neck. And he lost blood from the tears in his nether regions. THAT infuriated Ba! Ha! He had been the one to take Ryou’s innocence and he planned to be the ONLY one who could enjoy the pleasures of Ryou’s body! Now, another man had touched and maimed what was his! Ryou was HIS property, and this act was NOT going to unpunished!


End chapter 8

how was it everyone? It is now 1:30 a.m. and the NyQuil is taking control. I hope I didn’t make to many mistakes, but I just HAD to finish this chapter! ^_^