Keeping the Peace 8
"Put me down!" Hiccup yelled when his body suddenly felt as if it was on fire again. He struggled against Alvin's hold, surprising the large man.
Alvin hurried through the underground passage back to the village. He wanted to get Hiccup to one of the bathing pools and cleaned up before taking him to the infirmary but it seemed the youth couldn't wait much longer. He was struggling and his nude form was so hot it was as if he had a severe fever. Obviously the drug Drago injected him with was still very active and Hiccup's body was trying to burn it out of him.
Dagur was watching them with wide frightened eyes but when Hiccup all but fell out of Alvin's arms it was time to intervene. He caught Hiccup before he hit the ground then nearly dropped him when the younger chief gave a scream and began struggling against him.
"Get him in the water," Alvin ordered, indicating the small underground waterfall that was fed from a series of pools and rivers only twenty feet or so in front of them.
Dagur hauled Hiccup higher in his arms, ignoring his yells as he darted to the pool of water. He quickly judged the depth of the water then dumped Hiccup in. He waited a heartbeat then two and before he could think better of it he tore off his helmet, threw it aside and went to jump in after the younger chief but Hiccup's head suddenly broke the surface and he was gasping for breath. "Hiccup!" Dagur cried both happy to see his friend alright and afraid of what might happen next.
"Cold…" Hiccup chattered as he waved his arms in the water to keep afloat. He panted softly and shook his head. "Wha…what just happened? Why does my body feel on fire yet freezing cold?"
The Berserker shook his head. "I don't know. You weren't exactly yourself back there. What's going on?"
Alvin sat on the rocks a few feet away and withdrew two syringes he had stolen from Drago. This was not the same stuff he used on Hiccup. He uncorked one and rubbed the liquid over his fingers. This didn't tingle his skin. It was something that had to go directly into the bloodstream to be effective. "He was drugged," he told Dagur. "Hiccup's always needed but…that didn't go as planned."
"Planned?" Dagur raged, looking away from Hiccup to glare at Alvin. "How long has this been going on?"
Alvin ignored him as he pricked his finger to test the drug. There was a quick rush of arousal but it wasn't enough to hamper his mind. So just how much did Drago use on Hiccup to make him so receptive to a foursome? It was hard enough getting the boy to take two cocks with the drug Alvin usually gave him. If he could discover how this was made…
"Hiccup, what are you doing?" Dagur demanded, sloshing through the water after the Hooligan as the one legged boy made his way to the waterfall. "Damn it, Hiccup!"
The younger boy used the rock and pulled himself out of the pool and under the waterfall. The steady flow of water helped ease the strange tingling that inched across his inflamed skin. His flesh felt on fire and not even the water seemed able to ease the pain it brought. His body felt empty and his manhood felt heavy and hard and his mind felt as if it was full of cotton. He couldn't think straight and his memory of the last few hours was fractured at best. He thumped his head against the rock wall and screamed in frustration. "WHY?"
Alvin glanced up but said nothing. It was best to let Hiccup rave until he burned the drug out of his system and tired himself out. After that a little of their usual potion would wipe the memories of the gangbang away and he could fly away to a fresh start and in a few weeks or months he'd come back, he always did.
As a Berserker Dagur was used to seeing warriors go a little crazy from drug use of one kind or another but he had never seen Hiccup like this. "I don't know what they did to you but I'm here to help. Tell me what to do."
Hiccup shook his head and kept his head against the cool rock wall as the water cascaded over his head and back. He was still trembling, his body desperate to be filled yet again as if what had transpiring not even an hour ago was not enough. "Stay away," he whispered, afraid what he might do if Dagur touched him. "Please."
Dagur never listened. He slipped in behind Hiccup and placed a warm hand on the small of Hiccup's back. "Listen, once you're dress we'll ditch Alvin and get you to Astrid. Between her and me we can get you and Toothless back to Berk and…"
"Astrid!" Hiccup breathed, his eyes widening as if in sudden realization. "Yeah…Astrid…I need Astrid." He nodded to himself before meeting Dagur's worried gaze. "Can you get her for me?"
"You want her to see you like this?"
Hiccup didn't care what he looked like all he wanted was his wife. "Please."
After a moment Dagur nodded. He was reluctant to leave the youth with Alvin but he had little choice. He could fight Alvin and try to carry Hiccup through the winding underground tunnels but in Hiccup condition they wouldn't get far or worse they'd get lost and be stuck wandering the tunnels for days. When Dagur first conquered the Outcasts years ago he managed to get lost down here for two days before Harold and Savage found him. It was embarrassing and took a lot to live down without killing everyone in sight.
"Alright. Alvin, how do I get out of here?" he called to the Outcast chief who was still busily studying the drug Drago had given Hiccup.
"Hmm…? Oh, tunnel to the left. It'll take you straight to the Mead Hall. You know your way around from there?"
Dagur hesitated, a snide remark on his lips. He swallowed it back. Right now he had to think of Hiccup's well-being and pissing off Alvin was not the best way to go about that. Once he found Astrid then he could come up with a plan on just how to get Hiccup off the island and back to Berk or at least Berserk. He needed a healer and maybe some sort of detox until the drug in him had finally run its course or whatever it was supposed to do. "Yeah…" he answered Alvin before leaning forward and pressing his forehead to Hiccup's as he had seen Viggo do with him. "I'll be back soon, brother."
Hiccup looked up at him for a moment before smiling and returning the gesture. "Hurry," he whispered, closing his eyes.
"I will," Dagur promised before taking off down the tunnel Alvin indicated and silently praying that he was running into a maze that would have him getting lost for hours or days.
Hiccup turned his head back to the cool running water and went back to trying to ease his racing heart. His breathing was slowly going back to normal but his chest still hurt as did his lower stomach. He still wanted…needed something. He never felt this need so strongly before. "Alvin," he called, turning to face the Outcast Chief. "You busy?"
Alvin looked away the vials in his hands. "No, not really. Are you alright?"
"No…I don't so." Nonetheless Hiccup slid off the rocks and back into the pool. Slowly, he made his way to the older chief and leaned against the rock ledge a few feet away. He stayed there silent and deep in his thoughts, unsure what to think about what had transpired over the last twenty-four hours. He gave Alvin a sideways look, eye balling that satchel and the rolls of parchment. "Have you really been selling my body to the other chiefs?" he asked, not really wanting to hear the evidence he was pretty sure Alvin was about to give him.
"Maybe," Alvin answered almost teasingly.
For a moment Hiccup glared at him but then, needing to know, he grabbed the satchel and pulled it to him. If Alvin did indeed use him as some peace treaty bargaining chip with the other chiefs he would destroy each and every one of them and if Alvin didn't like it they could go back to war. The Hooligans still had more allies than the Outcasts as well as more dragons. Alvin could kill him but that wouldn't stop Astrid from tearing the apart entire island in revenge…which would be the death of a lot of good people.
Surprisingly Alvin didn't object or try to stop him when Hiccup pulled out one of the scrolls and broke the seal. The young man unrolled it only to stare in surprise before double checking the seal. "Murderous," he murmured before looking it over again. He laid it on the rocks and grabbed another one, then another. "Visithugs…Meatheads…Bog Burglars… There's nothing here. They're all empty. I thought…"
A deep rumbling chuckle made him look at Alvin with raised brows.
A small grin lifted Hiccup's lips. "You lied. You said you had peace treaties with all the other tribes, four of which…" He shook his head in bemusement. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Alvin reached over and pulled Hiccup to him. "You, my boy, are a terrible actor," he joked. "I needed to make Drago want you enough to agree to just about anything to have you. Then I needed to make us look like a big enough threat to sign the treaty. We've got a year to prepare the tribes for war."
"A year?" Hiccup laughed as he climbed onto the older man's lap. "An entire year to prepare? Forget anything I ever said about your plans sucking. This has got to be the craziest, most twisted plan in the history of bad plans…it was brilliant!"
The rare praise took Alvin by surprise and he stared up at his boy with wide blue eyes. A slow sincere smile lifted his lips, one he had not given anyone in many years and only ever showed Hiccup. He brushed a hand through Hiccup wet hair, unable to believe just how much the young man had changed him over the last six years. What they had wasn't simple lust. He needed Hiccup, maybe more than the boy needed him.
To his surprise Hiccup dipped his head and kissed him. It wasn't chastised like the few other times Hiccup had kissed him. Those were usually coaxed out of him after the drug had taken effect. This was slow and gentle. Hiccup's long fingers slipped into Alvin's hair and tugged gently. Too shocked to do more than hold Hiccup's bare hips, Alvin opened his mouth to the kiss but otherwise let the youth take charge and deepen the kiss when and how he wanted.
As impossible as it seemed Alvin felt himself grow hard again. Hiccup grind against him making it hard to think. "Hiccup…stop," he managed to stammer as he held the young man's hips. Hiccup was still burning hot and not in the sexy sort of way. He slowly traced circles along those bony hips as he tried to gather his thoughts. "This is the drug talking, not you. As fun as it is to fuck you senseless right now I want the real Hiccup."
That made Hiccup laugh and adjust his position so that he was sitting directly on Alvin's erection making the older chief moan in need. "Who says this isn't the real me?" He dove in for another passionate kiss and grind into Alvin harder. "Please, Alvin, fuck me. I'm so hot…I can't get rid of this feeling in my stomach. The cool water isn't helping me at all."
Alvin cupped his cheek. "I never could say no to you." He pressed his lips to Hiccup's forehead before – with Hiccup's rather enthusiastic help – undoing his trousers and releasing his hard length. There was no foreplay, no cock sucking or fingering. Hiccup was still very wet and loose from having three cocks plowing into him less than an hour ago. Alvin had no doubt it was the drug still running amok in Hiccup. He may be a man now but Hiccup was still only slight of build and from what Alvin had seen of the drug one vial should be enough to take down a full grown Viking Alvin's size. It should have put Hiccup in a coma if not kill him. This was just another proof that Hiccup was not a normal Viking.
A low moan escaped Alvin as Hiccup sheathed his engorged cock inside him. He took it dry, something Alvin had always avoid doing for fear of tearing him. But Hiccup slowly lowered himself on Alvin's length until it was buried completely inside him. They both groaned as the younger chief got settled. Hiccup began bouncing slowly as he peppered kisses on Alvin's scarred face. For once Alvin didn't try to control Hiccup's movements. He didn't demand a faster pace instead he ducked his head and caught one of Hiccup's nipples between his lips and gently suckled it. Hiccup's head fell back and he moaned in delight as he rotated his hips.
"Alvin…" he breathed.
"Hiccup?" Astrid's voice cut through what Hiccup was doing better than any knife.
Hiccup froze in mid downward thrust, his ass and Alvin's cock on full display for anyone to see. Hiccup's heart began to race but this time it wasn't in arousal…well not quite.
The shield maiden couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her beloved husband had a man's relatively huge cock shoved up his sexy pale ass. If it wasn't Alvin the Treacherous's it might not bother her so much. Hiccup did look kind of hot being impaled as he was.
"I tried to warn you," Dagur muttered next to her, his own gaze lingering on Hiccup. "He was drugged or something."
The young woman glanced at him for a moment before turning back to Hiccup.
The young chief had begun panicking. His fingers had knotted in Alvin's tunic into tight fists. Astrid had just walked in on him having sex with Alvin. This was why he hid the reason he came to Outcast Island alone with Toothless. He didn't want anyone to know that he liked having Alvin fuck him. Hell, he wouldn't even admit it to himself until today.
"Hiccup?" he heard Astrid call to him again while Alvin ran his large hands up and down his thighs.
"Astrid…" he began before taking a deep breath and turning to look at her. "Astrid! Astrid… Hi, Astrid! Ah…I guess you're wondering what we're doing."
"I think it's kind of self-explanatory," Alvin pointed out with a roll of his hips that had Hiccup making some beautiful high pitch lode noises.
"Alvin…" he growled warningly, but it had woken up his earlier need for Astrid. He looked toward her with hooded eyes. "Astrid, I need you. Please…m'lady. I need you so bad."
She just stared at him with wide eyes. She had never seen Hiccup like this before and while it was erotic it was also very frightening. But there was also fear in his eyes, real fear and Astrid couldn't help but wonder what had happened to bring him to this. If Dagur was right Hiccup had been drugged and may not be completely in charge of his own body and its needs. "What do you want me to do?" she finally asked hoping Alvin would take a hike and let her take care of her man properly.
"Al…" Hiccup whispered, looking up at Alvin.
The man nodded and let him go. He felt suddenly cold without his boy but to stop Hiccup was to take away the hard earn trust the boy had in him and he wasn't ready to give that up just yet. Even when he gave Hiccup to Drago and let the man do whatever he wanted with the boy, Hiccup still had faith in him. It had taken a lot of work to gain such trust, he wasn't about to break it now just because the youth wanted his wife. There were some sexual needs that Alvin simply couldn't give provide.
Astrid was a little hesitant when Hiccup pulled her close to him. His heated lips pressed against hers and it was as if he had a sever fever. She placed her palm to his forehead, checking him over. He was hot alright, she could feel the heat even through her clothing. Whatever it was he didn't seem to notice or care as he ravished her mouth. His hands moved under her skirt and tugged at her leggings. "Hiccup," she gasped when his hand dipped inside her leggings to rub at her crotch. She slapped her legs together to stop him. "Not here…not in front of them. No offense," she said, quickly glancing at Alvin and Dagur.
Alvin said nothing, his focus entirely on Hiccup's nude form.
Dagur held up his hands. "I'm not in on this. I just want to get Hiccup out of here before Drago changes his mind and comes back."
"We have a year!" Hiccup laughed merrily and kissed Astrid once more. "We have a freaking year to prepare! Alvin did it."
"At what cost?" she countered, eeping softly when he pulled her leggings down to her boots before doing away with them. "Hiccup, not here!"
He didn't listen. Hiccup wasn't himself. He was hard, needy and between her legs before she could stop him, but at the same time he kept her covered, not allowing the other men to see her pussy and didn't try removing the rest of her clothing. The head of his cock rubbed against her pussy teasingly as he rubbed his nose along her jaw before kissing her once more. "Yes, here," he breathed. A moment later he pushed inside her and let out a shuddered breath. "Uh…oh yeah…this was what I was missing. All I need now…" He began thrusting slowly and while her tight heat was what he needed there was still something missing.
Astrid closed her eyes and tried to ignore the other men as Hiccup moved in her, his hips rotating and cock pulsing with every thrust. It felt so good. It had been a while since she and Hiccup made love but now she knew why…Hiccup was bisexual, he liked cock as much as she did. She should have known, she should have seen the signs, the way he would get restless and deep in thought when they were in bed together. She was a little disappointed that he never told her. They could have worked it out together, found someone him that was better for him than Alvin the Treacherous. Maybe Eret or even Tuffnut. Yeah…she could easily see him with Eret.
A gasp escaped her she Hiccup thrust a little harder and deeper than normal and her eyes fluttered open at her love's cry. Alvin was behind Hiccup, his hips slapping into Hiccup's as he pounding into the Hooligan's ass and shoved him deeper into Astrid. Hiccup was grunting and panting but his focus was entirely on Astrid. He brushed her bangs back and peppered her face with kisses.
"I'm sorry," he murmured over and over again with each and every kiss as Alvin thrust into him. His face pinched and he thrust deeply as his first orgasm hit him. He came deep inside her but his length was still hard and he gave a pitiful moan against his shoulder as Alvin pulled out. Shaking his head he sighed. "Dagur, can you…I mean…damn it! Why can't I…"
"Baby, what's wrong?" Astrid asked gently. She carded her long fingers through his hair. His cock was still hard and pulsing. It was then she realized just how much pain he must be in. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. "Dagur, fuck him. Please. Just pound into him until he either empties or passes out," she ordered as she adjusted her legs around her husband's waist to open herself a little wider for him.
Dagur didn't go right away. He stared at Hiccup with wide green eyes, able to believe any of this was happening, before fumbling to undo his pants as he slid in behind the younger chief. He glanced at Alvin as the elder chief fixed himself, still at a loss as to how any of this came to be. Then he grabbed Hiccup's narrow hips and thrust in. Oh that tight heat was wonderful and the way it piston Hiccup forward and into Astrid sent something bestial into Dagur. He thrust deep and hard, loving the way Hiccup cried and moan and whined for more. Dagur was essentially fucking two people at once. He pounded into Hiccup's soft ass, sending him into Astrid as hard as he could until finally…finally Hiccup screamed his orgasm, his muscles going painfully tight around Dagur. Dagur cried out a moment later as his seed coated his friend's insides. He rubbed Hiccup's sides and patted Astrid's legs as the Hooligan chief slummed in his wife's loving arms.
"I'm really hoping if we do this again Hiccup won't be drugged," Dagur said as he slumped down next to his friends. A small smirk turned his lips upwards when he noticed Hiccup had passed out in Astrid's arms.
"He better not be," Astrid agreed, shooting Alvin a glare.
The Outcast sat back, his gaze only on Hiccup. "If it was up to me he never would have been drugged to begin with," he grumbled and began packing away the scrolls. "And don't think for a moment I didn't try taking him without any drugs but he wanted to forget so who was I to deny him?"
Astrid's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about? Why would he even turn to…you?" She sighed, remembering that Hiccup and Alvin had once been lovers after Hiccup had been kidnapped and taken to Rome. Stoick had gone to Gothi to erase those memories from Hiccup's mind. Obviously something didn't work and Hiccup remembered. Why else would he go back to Alvin?
"There are some things too painful to remember and sometimes he needs a distraction from it," Alvin said gently. "I give him the chance to forget, even if only for a little while, and he gives me a pleasure I've gone too long without."
"And that craziness with Drago? I mean…it looked like the three of you were going all out," Dagur asked, wincing at the distraught look Astrid gave him.
"A trap," Alvin chuckled lowly. "To ensure Drago's interest and by us time."
"You really think Drago's going to stay away for a year?" Astrid asked, carefully rolling Hiccup off her then gathering her clothing and quickly getting dressed before anyone else got any ideas.
Alvin shook his head. "No, but he'll make more mistakes now. He'll think our guard's down and make a try for Hiccup and then we make our move and end him once and for all."