He still wasn't there.

Yoh looked at the clock above his head. Almost 11:30â€11:27 to be exact. Although the time itself wasn't extremely late, even if he had school tomorrow, it was how long he'd been alone that worried him. Amidamaru was always in bed with him by 9, 9:30 at the latest. The guardian always wanted to be sure his lord had enough sleep for the busy days that lay ahead. He followed that time schedule religiously.

So why wasn't he there yet?

Yoh sighed and sat up, resting his forehead on the palm of his hand. Was the spirit having second thoughts? Last nights course of events still lay fresh in his mind – vivid except for the slight haze that memories always carry. Perhaps things had moved far too fast for his pale lover. Yoh felt a familiar pull in his chest. He'd felt that earlier when speaking with Anna.

The thought of losing the first person he had come to deeply care about, even love, after the first night expressing their feelings, tore at him. He sighed and sniffed, looking outside, hoping the stars would calm his wandering thoughts. If that was what Amidamaru wanted, then it was fine with him. But that didn't stop the hurt.

"Yoh-dono�" The voice at his door caused him to spin like a top and the smile that met him caused most of the anxiety to melt from his heart instantly. He gave a soft laugh and run his knuckles above his cheeks.

"Hey Amidamaru, I was getting worried." He turned his whole body to face him, wrapping his arms around his knees. "What kept you?"

The ghost looked upset at the obvious worry he had caused his young master. "I'm sorry Yoh-dono. I had to speak with Nanshou." He closed the lightweight door behind him.

Something was different. Yoh sat up straighter and made his eyes work more efficiently in the dark room. Amidamaru's voice didn't echo, didn't sound hollow. He didn't float as he approached the cot. In fact, Yoh could hear the soft tap of his sandals on the floor. And when the wind drifted through an open window, filling the whole room with the clean evening air, the older male's hair fluttered about his shoulders, strands of it catching across his face, causing him to brush them aside.

For a moment, the shaman was puzzled, certain this was all just a dream. His lover had returned to life for him, and it seemed completely impossible. "â€Howâ€?" was the only coherent thing he could manage to get out from between his parted lips.

As Amidamaru sat beside him, the soft bedding shifting to take his weight, he glanced over his shoulder. The same red spirit ball Yoh had seen when training with the other Japanese shaman was flittering by the door, a smile on its face. The samurai turned to look at Yoh again. "That is why I was late. Nanshou had to study my aura for a good hour before he was capable of giving his life-force to me."

Yoh's disbelieving eyes turned to the boy's spirit. "Youâ€did this for him? Gave up for own life?" The spirit ball flickered in a way Yoh assumed was laughter.

"No. I wish I could Yoh, but I still have things to do before I can move on to be with Remaensai. Amidamaru is only borrowing it for tonight. He's free to use it whenever you two like, as long as it's within good reason." He sighed. "Be nice to my forceâ€I need it back in the morning." With that, he disappeared through the doors.

"Can this be real?" Yoh asked softly, trailing his fingers over Amidamaru's hair. It was like silk, even if it was a little knotted at places. He next let his hand run over the other male's chest. The way his velvet skin was pulled over his taunt muscles made something in his lower stomach lurch. He looked up when Amidamaru ran his hand over his cheekbone. The skin on the samurai's fingers was much rougher, callused heavily after the many years of katana use. But it was still the most amazing feeling in the world.

"As long as you believe I am, Yoh-dono." His deep voice was full without the echo and made him shiver when it came close to his ear. "Do you believe me real�" His shaman managed a soft 'yes' in response.

As the two kissed, Amidamaru drank in the feelings of life again. Every scent and touch excited his senses, making him unsure as to how he'd ever gone without them. The tastes of his younger lover made a small moan escape his busy lips.

When Yoh finally pulled away, his still unbelieving eyes meeting Amidamaru's, he took a moment to catch his breath. "I've heard of Nanshou's rare power before, but even then the life-force can only be given to the main spirit." He smiled as he lay in Amidamaru's arms. "How was he able to give you to me?"

"I'm not sure," he answered, pulling the shaman close to him. "But he mentioned it had something to do with his weakness as a human. He has a few diseases that make his body weak, which is why he cannot withstand combat. He said that he is constantly close to death, which is why he can grasp it so easily. It still seems painful for him whenever he gives up his life-force, however, and I feel guilty using it when it hurts him."

The shaman looked up again, pulling Amidamaru down for another kiss. "Then let's make sure his hurt is not in vain." As he lay back, pulling his guardian with him, he pushed aside the open area of his robe, exposing his chest. He came to the conclusion right then and there, that he wanted his samurai. Badly.

He and his lover had been given a gift, and he wanted to experience the life of Amidamaru in the closest, rawest way. So what if he was young and society would look down on him if they ever knew he'd given his virginity at age 13 to a 24-year-old male.

Fuck them. They had no idea what the shaman was feeling inside, and had no right to judge.

"Amidamaru?" His ebony eyes, as dark as they were, shone in the starlight.

'Hm?' was the only answer Amidamaru gave, his mouth busy caressing Yoh's neck and shoulders.

"Make love to me."

Amidamaru sat up a little quicker then he meant to, a deep blush already spreading across his face. At least he wasn't alone; Yoh wore one already. "Y-yoh-dono? Are you certain?" He also stuttered over his words more than he wanted. He hoped he didn't come across as unwilling. It was quite the opposite; he wanted to feel as much as he could of the shamanâ€butâ€this soon?

"Nanshou is doing us a favor. It would be unfair to repeatedly ask for his force as we 'take it slow.' I want you 'Maru, I know I doâ€please take me." He breath was repeatedly getting caught in his throat. Saying those words was causing his inner heat to rise.

Amidamaru paused, his own chest rising and falling as the sound of his own heart pounded in his ears. "If you're certain you want this."

"Positive." To make his point clearer, Yoh untied the sash of his night robe, pulling it away. The cool night air felt incredibly good on his hot skin and arousal.

The sight of Yoh, naked and willing beneath him, made Amidamaru catch a moan in his throat. After taking a few steadying breaths, he leaned down to continue the assault on his lover.

The hot kisses on his skin had Yoh whimpering in no time. One hand fled to his mouth, his teeth tightening around a knuckle, desperate to hold his sounds of pleasure at bay. Although he had not heard Anna come back, he was sure she was inside, and this, especially after this morning, would be a very, very unwise way to wake her up. But as Amidamaru's lips stroked against a nipple, he couldn't hold back that moan.

His whole body was on fire, and he craved to feel what he had asked for. He knew it would hurt to begin with, butâ€it was suppose to feel good soon after. A clipped cry came from his lips as Amidamaru's hand moved below his beltline. The fire inside him became an explosion at those touches, and it required every bit of disciple to keep himself quiet.

The samurai sensed the trouble he was having, and moved in to kiss him. Thankful for the assistance, Yoh's arms curled around Amidamaru's neck, his cries fleeing into his lover's mouth, which the white-haired guardian gladly drank.

Everything about Amidamaru's touch was gentle and loving. His fingers moved carefully, afraid that he would hurt his shaman as easily as he was pleasuring him. As two fingers slid past the boy's length and down, Yoh pulled back with a gasped 'wait.' Amidamaru stropped instantly.

Yoh gave him a quick kiss to tell him everything was all right. Reaching above his head, he grabbed a small tube of hand lotion he always kept by his clock. "Pleaseâ€keep going, just use this onâ€well, on us." Amidamaru offered his hand when Yoh asked for it, watching as the shaman spread a good amount of lubrication on his fingers. "There." He fell back again, pulling Amidamaru close. "Keep going?"

Amidamaru smiled and leaned down, the loving kiss turning the fire into a blaze. Yoh didn't even feel his lover's finger entering him, only the incredible intensity that was building in the depths of his abdomen. With another whimper, he pulled his lips away to kiss down the samurai's pale neck. He had always wondered how the ashen warrior could possibly be Asian. Even when he wasn't a ghost, Amidamaru's skin was so light Yoh thought he suffered from some sort of albinism. But his eyes were such a rich, deep color of blue he dismissed the idea. Maybe the sun didn't shine 600 years ago.

Yoh bit softly at Amidamaru's soft skin when a second finger joined the first. He was panting harder now, trying desperately to focus on his task of pleasing his lover in return. It was difficult with all the sensations pooling at his groin. He wasn't going to last long at this rate.

"Am I doing alright?" Amidamaru whispered huskily in his ear, his own breath ragged. Yoh couldn't find a single word this time and only nodded, his fists tightening around his spirit's white robes. Yoh looked up when he felt the fabric under his fingers; that should have been gone a long time ago.

Amidamaru withdrew slightly when Yoh sat up and gave his long bangs a playful pull inward for another kiss. "You lie down now" was all he managed to murmur. The shaman's lashes lowered seductively as he watched his samurai comply. He crawled up Amidamaru's strong form, relishing in the feeling of breath, blood and life below his hand. Sitting a little below his stomach, an action that pulled a gasp from the samurai, Yoh began stripping him of his black and white layers. It didn't take long, but Amidamaru's arm and leg guards gave him a little more resistance than he was expecting.

When his lover was finally undressed, Yoh lay down against him, happy to just be held for a moment. He listened to the beat of Amidamaru's heart, his fingers playing in the long strands of ivory hair he had taken out of the samurai's makeshift topknot. He had never realized how long Amidamaru's hair really was until it was down, splayed around his shoulders and the pillow like many silver rivers. He remained quiet as he watched his shaman, waiting until he was ready.

Yoh finally sat up, straddling Amidamaru's lower stomach again. There was no way he would ever feel more relaxed than he did now. Grabbing the discarded tube of lotion, he slathered a good amount onto his hands, his eyes never leaving his guardian's.

Amidamaru's head fell back when Yoh's hands played over his length, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from making too loud of a sound. "Yoh" He raised his eyes again, focusing them on how soft the shaman's features looked in the moonlight. Gods, he was beautiful. Those dark eyes rose and then shut delicately, the boy's signature smile lightning up his face. "Ready?"

"Of course" The samurai whispered with a smile, pushing himself up into a sitting position. Taking his place on his knees, hovering over Amidamaru's lap, Yoh looked down at him, his hands running through his hair again as he leaned down for another kiss.

It seemed like it happened in slow motion. There was the pain, Yoh was expecting it of course, but the suddenness of it took his breath away. Amidamaru wasn't small, so the samurai constantly stopped to give Yoh a moment to readjust. With a deep breath and a few seconds, it would continue.

Yoh gave a final gasp when he felt his lover in him to the hilt. Wrapping his arms around Amidamaru's shoulders, he whimpered as the pain started to fade. Taking in the samurai's scent and listening to his slightly ragged breath made it easy to relax again. As he leaned back, he looked into the samurai's clouded navy eyes.

As the samurai's hips started to rock up against him, Yoh felt that surge of intensity again. He wasn't sure if it was pain anymore, but he did know he loved it. He placed his mouth by Amidamaru's ear to be sure his lover would hear his quiet moans. Yoh gave a soft cry as he pulled his knees off his cot and lifted his legs, wrapping them around Amidamaru's waist.

The samurai pulled in a ragged breath as his hands curled protectively around his shaman. He tiled his head, resting it against Yoh's dark hair. He was being consumed by passionate feelings of ecstasy and wasn't sure if he would be able to last long. His lips continued to trace the smooth curves of Yoh's shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"Ahnâ€I'm fine 'maru" Yoh whimpered. But he was beyond fine. The feelings of warmth and love were gliding through his entire being like molasses and the hot shots of pleasure that shot up his spine every few second made him want to cry out as loud as he could. It was intoxicating, and Yoh had to bury his face into Maru's shoulder to muffle his moans and hide his tears of bliss and happiness. "Please don't stop." Amidamaru smiled softly and pulled Yoh closer to him.

It seemed like an eternity of building rapture before the bodies of the two lovers couldn't take anymore. Yoh bit Amidamaru's shoulder hard enough he was sure he tasted blood to keep from screaming. The samurai managed to keep his voice low, only a gasp and soft groan flittering through the room.

"I love you"

Yoh's flushed face pulled back as he looked to his lover's. The samurai's eyes opened and he smiled, kissing Yoh softly to steal his expression of devotion. Yoh wanted to burst with a loud outcry of happiness and 'you're so cute' but couldn't find the strength. He supposed that would have to wait until tomorrow. "Aishiteru Amidamaru"

Amidamaru lay back, pulling Yoh with him. "Will you be able to awake tomorrow? If not, I'm sure Nanshou could infect you with something he has to allow you a 'sick day'." Yoh only giggled softly, reaching for his robe to redress, just in case Anna decided to barge in tomorrow morning.

"I'll be fine" Curling around his samurai's chest again, Yoh found himself unable to stop smiling. "Hey, Amidamaru?" He looked up with strain, his eyes threatening to close and never reopen. Amidamaru looked down at him with a slight quirked eyebrow. "Thanks for making me so damn happy."

Smiling, Amidamaru kissed him. "I plan on making you happy for a long timeâ€if you'll let me." His kiss moved to his lover's forehead gingerly.

"Of courseâ€but right now I really need to sleep." He closed his eyes, the thick fog of exhaustion floating around his head. "Promise me you'll never leave."

"I promiseâ€and in case something happens to us, know that my love is forever. I'm often unsure of a lot of things, but this is one of the only times I know something without confusion." He smiled warmly at his own sense of surety. "I'll forever be with you, Yoh-dono."

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I am that one voice, the cold wind that whispers

And if you listen, you'll hear me call across the sky

As long as I can still reach out and touch you

Then I will never die

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OMG FINALLY FINISHED. It only took 3 months and a horrendous sense of writer's block to get it done. I want to write more for these boys; cause there is NOT enough love for these two. Maybe I'll do a AU for em†shrug

I'll be working on my Horo/Ren fic nextâ€it has a lot of shit in it just like this one, possibly a little more R, cause I'm sure Ren's a wildcat in bed XD

I'm also making a Maru/Yoh doujinshi for the upcoming Anime North. It will be available for delivery if anyone will ever want oneâ€if I ever finish it I'll post it's link hereâ€. Or visit my deviant site to be updated for often.

Ja!