{{Char}} watched the camp, waiting for the right time to attack. He knew {{user}} was in one of those tents. He hadn’t seen them since they were small children but the urge to save them was still there. {{User}} was one of {{Char}}’s own. He couldn’t let them suffer anymore.
The time came and {{Char}} led the charge. Starting a fierce battle with the Anglo-Saxon soldiers. Blood began to mix with snow as they fought and screams of pain could be heard over all the land. Finally, {{Char}} found the right tent.
{{Char}}: “{{User}}. I’ve come for you. Let me take you home.”
Marcus heard a shout calling his name. "W-what... Björn?" he mumbled awkwardly, lifting his head. "Björn?... is it... is it you?" he said weakly, tears welling in his eyes. He began to struggle with the ropes that bound him. "YES... YES PLEASE... take me home..." he said with a weak smile through his tears.
"It's me." He growled out before he swiftly cut through the ropes with his knife, scooping up Marcus and carrying him bridal style away from the tent. "Let's get you home, boy."
He glanced at Marcus as they ran towards his village, a small smile curling his lips at how easily he took him. The fight was over now and soon enough they would be back in their tribe. It would just be the two of them then. Together once more.
Marcus clung tightly to the other man's neck, happy to finally be free, happy to finally see his old friend again. "Thank you... Thank you, Björn..." he said weakly through tears.
As they got closer to the village, he set Marcus down carefully and looked at him with intensity in his eyes. His voice a low rumble when he spoke again. "Don't thank me yet. We have much to discuss... much I want to show you..." He paused for a moment before continuing. "But first... we need to get you cleaned up and bandaged."
Marcus wiped his tears with the back of his hands and looked up at the other man. "Yes... I understand," he said, nodding his head.
Without another word, Björn took Marcus by the hand and led him to his small hut within the village. The inside was warm and cozy, filled with furs and various trinkets they had acquired on their hunting expeditions. He directed Marcus to sit down on a bed of hay before fetching some water and clean cloths from a nearby fireplace
"Here," he said gruffly as he returned, handing Marcus the cloths. "Clean yourself up."
"Yes..." Marcus said, before taking one of the cloths. He painstakingly removed his shirt before beginning to clean the grime and blood, wincing slightly as he ran the cloth over his wounds.
As Marcus cleaned himself up, Björn busied himself with starting a fire in the hearth and collecting some food for them to eat. He found it hard to keep his gaze off of Marcus, noticing how his muscles moved beneath his skin as he scrubbed away at the dirt. The marks on Marcus's body only served as a reminder of how much pain he had endured while being held captive by those animals.
Once everything was prepared, Björn turned back to face Marcus, an unreadable expression in his eyes. "Alright," he said gruffly, handing him some strips of cloth. "Bandage yourself up."
"I... I'm sorry," Marcus said quietly as he took the cloth strips, wincing at the movement. "For making you worry..." He began to bandage his wounds, gently wrapping each strip around where it hurt most. Once he was done, he looked up at Björn. "What do we need... to discuss?"
"I'm not worried about you." Björn's voice was cold as ice. "But I am angry. Those Anglo-Saxons have been harassing us for years, stealing our food and livestock. You were just one of many taken from us." He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice more gentle. "And now that I have you back... you're mine again."
He studied Marcus carefully as he spoke, wanting to make sure the other man understood exactly what he meant by those words.
Marcus opened his eyes slightly in surprise. "Yours?" he asked gently. "W-what do you mean?" he said, slightly confused, still looking into the other man's eyes.
"You were taken from me," Björn growled out. "And I want you back. I won't let anyone else have you." He paused again, feeling his anger begin to fade as he thought of all the time they had spent together as children. "I can't lose you again." His voice softened as he spoke these words, making them almost difficult for him to admit aloud.
He moved closer to Marcus, taking one of his hands in his own, studying it intently before looking up at him once more. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked quietly. "Do you want to be with me?"
Marcus looked at the other man in surprise. "Björn... I..." he murmured awkwardly, looking away from the man, a slight blush appearing on his cheek. "I... I never thought you'd feel this way about me..." he said shyly. His gaze went to his hand, where his friend was holding it. "Björn... I..." slowly, he looked away, meeting his friend's eyes. "I'd love to be with you..." he said shyly, with a smile and his cheeks slightly flushed.
Björn's grip on Marcus' hand tightened as he heard the other man's confession. A small smile tugged at his lips. "Then you are mine," he growled out, pulling Marcus close to him in a rough embrace. He felt relief flood through him as he held the other man tightly, not wanting to ever let go again.
For so long, he had dreamt of this moment; of having Marcus back where they belonged: with each other and their tribe. And now that it was here... nothing could tear them apart. Not even anglo-saxon scum or the gods themselves. "You'll always be mine," he murmured into Marcus' ear, nibbling gently on his lobe as he held him close.
Marcus felt a small twinge of pain throughout his body from the other man's abrupt embrace, but he kept smiling. "Yes... big guy... I'm all yours... but..." he tried to speak with some difficulty. "...try not to squeeze me too hard... remember I'm still hurt," he said with a small, tired chuckle.
"I'm sorry." Björn let go slightly but kept his grip firm as he apologized, nuzzling his face into Marcus's neck. "It's just... after all this time... I can't believe you're really back with me." He breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of Marcus's skin and hair, relishing it for a moment before pulling back slightly to look at him once more. His eyes were dark and intense as he held Marcus's gaze. "I won't let you go again."
Without another word, Björn leaned in and claimed Marcus's lips in a rough kiss that left the other man breathless and gasping for air. He wanted to mark him as his own; make everyone know that Marcus belonged only to him. Even if it meant pushing past the boundaries of pain and discomfort, he wouldn't stop until Marcus was his completely.
Marcus was slightly surprised by the sudden kiss, but he closed his eyes and awkwardly returned it. He weakly hugged the other man around the neck. Being so close to Björn made him feel truly safe.
Björn deepened the kiss, moaning against Marcus's lips as he felt his friend begin to respond more eagerly. His hands slipped beneath the other man's shirt, cupping his ass roughly and pulling him even closer as their tongues tangled together in a desperate dance of possession.
He felt Marcus grow hard against his stomach, his own cock stirring in response to the touch and taste of the other man. It had been too long since he'd felt this desire for another person; this need to claim them as his own. He wanted more; wanted everything with Marcus. And right now, he intended on taking it all.
Marcus was slightly surprised by the sudden kiss, but he closed his eyes and awkwardly returned it. He weakly hugged the other man around the neck. Being so close to Björn made him feel truly safe.
Björn deepened the kiss even more, letting out a low growl into Marcus's mouth as he felt his cock begin to harden beneath him. His hands roamed over Marcus's body, possessively touching every inch of skin they could reach, leaving no doubt in Marcus's mind who he belonged to now.
He slid his tongue past Marcus' lips, nipping and suckling at the soft flesh before trailing it along his jawline and up to his ear, where he whispered huskily, "You are mine." Over and over again until he heard Marcus moan out his agreement between ragged breaths.
With a strength that surprised even himself, Björn scooped Marcus up in one swift motion and carried him over to the bed of furs where they had been sitting moments before. His lips never leaving Marcus' mouth as he laid them down gently on top of the warm blankets, positioning himself between his legs. "I want you so badly," he groaned out, lowering his head to take a hungry bite at one of Marcus' rosy nipples. "Say it."
Marcus shuddered as he felt his friend's teeth against his nipple, arching his back at the contact. "B-Björn... I want you..." he moaned, clutching the fur beneath him and opening his legs even wider for the other man. The desire he felt only intensified his longing for Björn, and with each gentle bite or caress, he felt his cock grow harder.
His eyes drifted shut as he felt Marcus's muscles tensing beneath him and his cock growing harder against the other man's leg. With a growl of desire, Björn lowered himself further onto Marcus, taking one of his nipples into his mouth while using his thumb to tease the puckered flesh around Marcus's entrance. He knew it was still tender from his rough treatment at the hands of their captors, but he didn't care; if it hurt a little, so be it.
Björn's hips bucked forward roughly, grinding against Marcus as he began to thrust in a rhythm that grew more forceful with each passing second. His tongue danced and teased at the other man's nipple while his hand found its way down between their bodies, coating two fingers with pre-cum before circling them around Marcus' entrance, searching for the sweet spot that would take him in.
With a groan of pleasure and relief, Björn pushed forward and buried his fingers deep inside Marcus as he felt his touch hit home. The tight heat enveloping his fingers only served to heighten his need for more; he needed to be inside Marcus, claiming him fully. "Fuck..." he breathed out hoarsely, arching his back as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of Marcus with a fervor that mirrored the desperation coursing through his veins.
"B-Björn..." Marcus moaned as the other man's fingers penetrated his anus, his entire body shuddering with pleasure. He arched his back against the fur covering him, digging his nails into Björn's shoulders as he responded to each thrust with a gasp. The sensation was so intense it made his body tremble with pain and pleasure.
Björn let out another growl as he felt his control slipping further away with every thrust of his fingers inside Marcus. He could feel the other man's muscles clenching around him, drawing pre-cum from his engorged length in tiny little spurts that only served to make him harder and needier for release.
With a final forceful push of his hips, he removed his fingers from Marcus' body and positioned himself between the other man's spread legs. He glared down at Marcus before leaning forward and taking one of his nipples into his mouth again as his cock slowly pressed against the entrance to Marcus' ass.
His thrust would be hard, swift, and unyielding; a claiming of possession that could not be denied. It was everything he had been holding back for far too long, and now it was coming out in one powerful surge of need and desire. "Mine," he growled against Marcus' flesh as he pressed forward once more, the head of his cock finally pressing past the tight ring of muscle and entering him.
Marcus let out a sharp gasp as he felt the large, hard cock pressing against his entrance. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists tightly in the fur beneath him as the pain shot through him like lightning. It was almost too much to bear but then Björn began to push forward.
With a growl that sounded more animalistic than human, Björn forced himself deeper into Marcus, his hips slamming against the other man's body with punishing force. He felt the skin stretch tight around him as he breached Marcus' virginity, a sense of power and possession coursing through his veins that was almost enough to drive him insane.
He grasped at the fur on either side of Marcus' head, holding him in place as he began to move faster, harder, deeper with each thrust. His mouth opened wider, taking more of Marcus' nipple between his teeth as he lost himself to the primal need to claim and possess everything that belonged to him. "Yours," he grunted out through gritted teeth, thrusting harder still. "Mine." The words were a growl in the back of his throat, barely intelligible over the sounds of their bodies colliding together.
Marcus arched his back and let out a groan as he felt Björn's penis fill him. "B-Björn... please..." Tears streamed from his eyes, pain mixed with pleasure coursing through his body, making it difficult to discern which sensation was worse or better. The wounds on his body reopened slightly, staining the bandages that covered them with blood, with each powerful thrust of Björn's hips. Marcus didn't know whether to pull the other man closer or further away; it felt so good, but at this pace, he didn't know how much longer he could last. "...s-slower..." he said without thinking, with difficulty.
"Yours," Björn growled roughly before withdrawing almost entirely before forcing himself back inside in one powerful thrust. His movements were slower now but no less brutal as he claimed Marcus over and over, his hips slamming against the other man's in a violent rhythm that left them both gasping for air.
He leaned forward, bracing himself on one hand as he captured Marcus' mouth with his own, thrusting deeper still with each kiss they shared. His free hand wandered down over Marcus' chest and stomach before grasping at the fuzz of hair that surrounded his groin, teasing and massaging his newly-liberated cock as he fucked him.
The pain in Marcus's body mirrored the ache in Björn's own; a reminder of everything they had lost, and everything they now regained. With each thrust, each moan, each touch, they reclaimed their past and forged a new future together. One where there was no longer any doubt: they were one, bound by blood and love.