deliciae

"Amor in aeternum: Forever love"

~ Sequel to "A Memory of Love"

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deliciae: 'stands up, dusty and cruddy, holding a piece of paper; touches locked closet door, and it swings open' Aha! I've done it! I'm out!

Muse: 'looks up from a table where an experiment is being done' deliciae… you've wrecked my project.

deliciae: Oh? Well, here's the sequel, which has been long overdue. 'hands Muse the paper'

Muse: 'reads paper, laughs' This isn't much…

deliciae: 'pouts' It's just the introduction.

Muse: Oh.

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Warnings: OOC-ness. Yaoi. If you don't like, leave. I've already had one death threat, which Muse and I laughed, and laughed, and laughed… then sent the flame to the 'Burn Anzu/Tea Gardner Fund'.

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~ One Month later ~

Inside a two-story home, the television sat playing a movie, long forgotten the two boys curled upon the couch beneath a blanket. Crimson-red eyes blinked open, dazed with sleepiness, and he sighed happily. The white-haired Tomb Robber, Bakura, had arms wrapped possessively around Yami's lithe frame, and still slumbered, his expression calm and almost child-like.

Yami started to fall back asleep, when there was a knock at the door. Silently the ancient Pharaoh cursed whoever was there, for making him leave the arms of his beloved. With a wry sigh, he unwrapped Bakura's arms, and slipped from under the warm blanket. Apologetic brown eyes met his gaze once the door swung open. "Sorry, Yami. I forgot my key again."

"It's alright, Ryou." Yami replied sleepily, and then yawned. He was ready to fall back asleep, enough though bright sunlight streamed through the open door, announcing that it was near noon. Quietly the British youth stepped into the darkened interior of the house, and went up to his room, while Yami returned to the living room.

Yami slipped back under the blanket, and sighed, leaning against his fiend. However, enough though he was tired, he couldn't fall back asleep. His thoughts raged. About a week after Yami and Bakura had declared their love, Yami moved in with Bakura, and Ryou promptly departed to live with Yugi. Neither couple regretted the choice. Yet, Grandpa was slated to return this coming weekend, only two days away, and Yugi knew it was time to announce his and Ryou's love for one another.

Yami frowned suddenly, still lost in thought. 'If Yugi and Ryou admit to Grandpa, next will be the group.' "Ouch!" Yami's head jerked up, and he peered through the doorway into the foyer, at Ryou, who was jumping on one foot, his other held in his hands. Obviously the boy had stubbed his toe on the corner of the landing, and Yami felt sorry for the hikari.

"Ryou? Are you alright?" Yami's tenor voice echoed through the doorway, as Ryou released his foot and began to gather his items that had fallen directly after the stubbing of the toe. "I'm fine now, Yami." Yami started to get up, ready to help the almost-albino, but a tanned arm wrapped around his waist and held him. "No, Pharaoh, he can do it on his own," a husky voice whispered in the ancient spirit's ear, making him shiver slightly.

Lips then pressed against his ear, and Bakura kissed his way down the other spirit's neck. He only paused to lavish attention to a light scar, one that claimed the Pharaoh as the Tomb Robber's. The thief then began to nibble and suckle over the scar, bringing blood to the skin's surface in a love-bite. A moan escaped from the monarch's lips, and crimson eyes slid halfway close, lidded with rising passion.

A light cough interrupted the two spirits. Both turned their gazes to the doorway, where the blushing white-haired British hikari stood. "Sorry to bother you two again, but Yugi wanted me to tell you that Grandpa decided to take an earlier flight home." "How much earlier?" Bakura growled out, and Ryou shivered slightly afraid of his yami's wrath. With a gulp, the youth answered, "He'll be arriving tomorrow morning. Jou and the rest will be at the Game Shop around noon."

Yami snuggled closer to his love, and smiled lightly at the youth, "Tell Yugi that we'll be there." Ryou nodded, and replied, "See you then." With that, he picked up his items and exited the darkened house, leaving the two yamis once again alone.

Bakura reached out from under the blanket, and grabbed the remote controller, turning the television off. Yami laid his head over Bakura's heart and traced a finger over the shirt-covered chest. "I want us to be bound…"

The thief at first didn't understand the gently uttered words, and then realization dawned. His Pharaoh wanted to bind their souls together, so they would never be separated—in this life and the next. A soft, rare smile crossed Bakura's face at that implication and he nodded, "Yes, Yami."

Quietness filled the room as both spirits' eyes fluttered close and they fell back asleep.

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TBC.

deliciae: Like I said, it isn't much. But it's what I was able to get started.

Muse: So that means more, right?

deliciae: Yeah. Just as soon as I find time and inspiration to continue, then the next chapter will be up. Stupid school… I hate this time of year; school seems to speed up, and more term papers are due.

Muse: 'laughs' I don't have that problem…

deliciae: Oh well. Please review. I might not be able to get the next chapter up for a couple weeks. I'm going to be quite busy. So if you want to suggest a scene or something, I might just use it, and you'll get credit. Suggestions are always welcomed and appreciated; please review even if you didn't like it.