Viking

title: Viking
author: Low fat Cottage Cheese
warning: can you say \' Shameless Plagiarism\'? go a head I know you can!
disclaimer: nope, still not mine. *pouts*
For full warnings please see the first posted chapter.Thank you


Prologue
LFCC

the Isle of Man
850 a.d.


The first time he saw the boy, he was clothed in naught but moonlight and
mist. He moved as if he were made of shadow and vapor floating on a
gentle breeze.

Duo had been lured to the island bu the whisper on the wind and the sultry
call of the Valkyrie.

Duo the Relentless was not a superstitious man, nor one who acted recklessly,
yet he had been lured to this dark shore by a powerful force more potent than
his own survival instincts.

His captains never questioned his orders to put ashore as his fleet of Dragon ships
scraped the shoreline, nor did they stop him when he jumped into the water and
waded through the surf to the sandy beach.

The first born son of the powerful jarl Olaf, Duo had never led then astray.
Duo\'s vast knowledge of the sea and trade routes had made rich men of
all his Dragon ship captains and their crews.

\" Wait for me here,\" Duo ordered as the captains of his five ships waded to
shore behind him. \" Find a river, fill the water bags and set up camp while I
explore. Tonight we will dine on fresh game.\"
\" Shall I come with you, Duo?\"

Duo dismissed Ulm, his most trusted captain, with a wave of his hand.
\" Nay, I go alone. Do not let the men stray inland. We are not here to plunder.
Our ships are already filled with rich cargo from our latest raid upon the Norman
coast.\"

Ulm wagged his shaggy, unkempt hair in reproof as Duo disappeared into the thick
forest of hard wood trees. Duo rarely acted acted precipitously, or without valid
reason, and his men knew it. Putting to shore now made no sense to anyone
but himself, Duo mused. True they were low on water, but it was not yet a problem,
though Ulm might silently wonder about his decision, Duo knew Ulm would never
question orders from a man who\'s shills and carriage had kept them all alive
during countless raids across treacherous seas and hostile lands.

A wary deer turned and fled at the sound on Duo\'s leather clad feet treading upon
the damp earth and dead leaves. Duo paused, listening to the wind whispering in
the trees, raising his face to the wedge of moonlight spearing through the lofty
branches. Had he tried, Duo could not have explained the mysterious, seductive
urgency that had beckoned him to this place.

If it were magic, then he wanted naught to to do with it. Yet how else could he
explain the bizarre circumstance that had lured him to the island? It was almost
as if destiny had preordained his arrival on this deserted strip of beach, why?

Then Duo stepped into a clearing and saw a vision that made his heart thump
with in the confines of his chest.

The boy was bathing in a narrow stream, in a moon-dappled glen, his shiny
dark hair hung to his neck in a rippling wave, he was young and beautiful and
exquisitely fashioned. Not large and strapping like vikings, but small and
delicately put together. A throbbing began in Duo\'s loins.

// He had to have him.//

The boy turned slightly, as if sensing his presence. Duo sucked in a ragged
breath, captivated by a lean,htlyhtly muscled chest crested by a pair of caramel
nipples. Duo\'s mouth went dry with longing. Thor\'s hammer!
This boy was lovelier than any god, Duo thought as his expression turned lustful.

The throbbing in his loins was almost painful now as his shaft swelled and
hardened. his gaze slid past the boy\'s chest to linger on his narrow waist,
than down further. The boy\'s hips were gently rounded, almost feminine, but
not quite. His legs were long and lean and the dark, mysterious patch, half
hidden in shadow, between the boy\'s legs, seemed to beg for the touch of
Duo\'s hands and mouth.

Duo must have moaned, for the boy looked in his direction, poised like
a frightened deer on the verge of flight. Duo stepped from the shadows
into the moonlight.

The boy - he could hardly be called a man- gasped, apparently frozen by
fear as he spied the fierce viking warrior, a man his people had learned to fear.
Vikings had terrorized his island for years, but none had landed so close to
his home before.

Never had Heero seen so fierce a warrior, the man not much taller then he, but
no less intimidating. Golden Auburn hair escaped from beneath his iron helmet,
sweeping over his shoulders, he was beardless. He wore a shirt of ring link mail
that reached to mid thigh and a tunic beneath it that left most of his arms bare.
His flat soled boots were made of leather and were laced up his legs to
fasten at his bare calves.

Heero\'s attention was drawn to the silver buckle adorning his leather belt,
and the assortment of weapons the man carried. Duo\'s sword was long
( not like that you hentai!) it\'s hilt finely carved and decorated with silver.
A throwing ax, dagger and battle ax were thrust into his belt.

Even in the darkness Heero sensed the violence in this man and fear shuddered
through him. The shudder seemed to release him from his frozen stance and
he turned to flee.

Duo knew the moment the boy decided to flee and reacted swiftly, Heero and
scarcely taken a single step before Duo reached him, jerking Heero against him.
\" Do not go\" Duo said his voice made rough with lust. \" Who are you? Are you
real or a figment of mt imagination?\"
Heero stared at him, apparently stunned to hear him speak to him in his own
Gaelic tongue.

\" Who are you?\" Duo repeated, Heero raised his eyes to the his and the breath
was knocked from Duo\'s chest, his eyes! They were so vivid blue that he dared
not stare too long lest they bewitch him. But it was too late.
He was forever and irrevocably lost in those captivating depths. Duo\'s
gaze lowered slightly to Heero\'s lips. Full, lush and enticing. if he did not taste them
he would surely perish.

Duo was a man who took what he wanted, and he hungered for this boy.
Unaccustomed to asking for what he wanted Duo crushed the entrancing boy
against his chest and kissed him with all the fury and passion he was capable
of.

Overwhelmed by the untamed marauder, the boy uttered a protest and tried
to defend himself against the obscenity this viking intended for him.
Rapine and plunder. Heero whimpered, frightened and bruised as Duo plundered
his mouth, his chest and stomach wore the imprint of Duo\'s mail and
his buttocks bore the marks on the Viking\'s hands.

Heero wrestled his mouth free and cried out \" NAY!\" The husky quality of his
voice sent shivers of awareness through Duo. \" So, you can speak, who
are you boy?\" Duo held the boy like a vice with one hand while caressing
Heero\'s bruised chest with the other.

Heero shook his head, determined no tell this viking nothing, he was frightened
out of his wits at the thought that this brutal an may be the viking the old Celtic
wizard, J , had described from a vision he had had many years ago.

According to J, his future and that of a Norseman were intertwined. Surely
this savage viking was not the man fate had given him. God would not be so
cruel, so ulingling, would he?

\" I do not care who you are, boy.\" Duo said roughly. \" I will have you nonetheless.\"
Duo lifted Heero in his arms and bore him to the ground. Heero gazed into Duo\'s
violet-blue eyes and knew he had to escape. What the viking wanted to do to him
was wrong and sinful.

When Duo knelt above him to remove his mail, Heero gathered his wits and reacted
with a daring he had not known he possessed. Bending his knees, he kicked Duo
backward onto his rump, then Heero leapt to his feet while Duo was struggling
to rise. Heero turned and ran into the shadowy forest.

Grunting in dismay, Duo sprinted after the boy, but burdened as he was by his armor
and weapons he was no match for the fleet-footed boy. He had escaped him.
\" Thor take you!\" Duo\'s cures thundered through the forest, disturbing all manner
of night animals.

He ached with unrequited need and he had a dreadful premonition that no man
or woman would ever please him as the mystery boy would have. One word
came to mind \' Witchcraft!\'
The boy cast a spell upon him. He had bewitched him. Duo had to flee
now or risk his soul. A short time late the five Dragon ships slipped from the
shore and sailed into the dark mist rising from the sea.

tbc...

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