Welcome to the first Co-authored Story, complements of Bakurasgirl and Queen of Demon Dragons also contributed!!!  This is a Sequel to Servant Yamis, which is a sequel to Nanny Bakura (authored by Bakurasgirl).  We hope you guys like this, but we must give the warnings!     * cough * Yaoi *cough *

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WARNINGS: THIS FIC CONTAINS BAKURA X RYOU YAOI (GUYS AND GUYS TOGETHER)!!!!!  IF THIS DISTURBS YOU IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM, THEN DO NOT READ AND DO NOT FLAME ME!!!   IF YOU ARE OFFENDED, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. 

 WARNING: YAOI!

 WARNING: YAOI!!!!

BEFORE EVERY CHAPPIE THERE IS A NOTE THAT WILL STAY THAT CHAPPIE IS A LEMON. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE LEMONS, THAT IS FINE. YOU CAN STILL UNDERSTAND THE STORY EVEN IF YOU DO NOT READ THE LEMONS!!! THIS STORY BEGINS WITH A LEMON, SO IF YOU DO NOT READ LEMONS, THAT IS FINE. START AT CHAPPIE 2.

 WARNING: YAOI!!!!!!!!!!!!!

START AT CHAPPIE 2 IF YOU DON’T LIKE LEMONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

WARNING:  YAOI AHEAD!!!!  THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING.

WARNING: THIS FIC OPENS WITH A LEMON SCENE!!!!!!  YAOI!!!

Bakurasgirl’s Note: This takes place a few months after Servant Yamis.

Hearts Entwined

A few months passed and Ryou’s bruises had disappeared along with his yami’s beatings. Ryou hadn’t felt this good in quiet sometime. He couldn’t be happier. Here eating dinner with Bakura. The moment was perfect!

Bakura watched his hikari as he ate his spaghetti and meatballs. ‘Oh, how beautiful he is. How could I have ever raised a hand to him?’ Bakura thought to himself. “That was the best meal ever!” Bakura said as he pushed his plate away and slumped back in the chair.

“Really Bakura? I worked really hard.” Ryou said as he blushed a pale pink, which with his fine hair and skin made it stand out like red wine on a white carpet.

Bakura noticed this and chuckled. “Whatcha blushing for?” At that Ryou blushed even harder. “I’m not! Well maybe a little..”

Bakura stretched in the chair. “So what do you have planned next on your ‘Big Surprise Night’?”

Ryou grinned. “Follow me to find out!” At that Ryou got up and went upstairs as the very puzzled yami followed. When they reached the room Ryou said “SURPRISE!!” The room was lit by a dozen candles filling the room with the light scent of cinnamon and apples and red rose petals covered the bed. Bakura could only stand in complete awe at the sight.

‘He did all of this for me? I don’t deserve a guy like him..’ He pulled his light into a passionate kiss that seemed to last forever.

Ryou returned the kiss and then he pulled away from his yami’s kiss and removed his shirt. The yami nuzzled into Ryou's neck as he felt Ryou pull him onto the bed. The boy beneath him allowed Bakura to settle in between his legs.  Both of the lovers began to moan as their hips rubbed together pressing the most intimate part of their bodies together. 

"Ryou…," Bakura whined as Ryou's hands fluttered from Bakura's chest to his jeans.  Bakura's kisses found their way to Ryou's chest, sucking and rolling his tongue around the buds. To Ryou's surprise, his yami pulled back.  "Ryou, are you sure you want this?"

Bakura gasped as Ryou's hand massaged his back gently pulling his yami's hips urging, pleading for more contact.  "Does that answer your question?" Ryou asked with a mischievous smile. 

"I love you, Ryou. I really do," Bakura assailed Ryou's mouth again as his clothing began to restrict him a little uncomfortably now.  Ryou began to gyrate more desperately now, arch his back, and writhe from the sensation of Bakura's body against his.

 Bakura smiled as Ryou began to whine with overwhelming need and desire.  "Yami…I can't…I have to…"

"Soon, little one.  Very soon." Bakura kneeled and slowly ran his hands over Ryou's chest and stomach finally landing on his pants.  He lightly tugged on then without opening them eliciting a frustrated grunt from Ryou.  "You are such a tease, yami," Ryou body was shivering under him.    The boy was in need of release and the anticipation was enough to end their little session a little earlier than expected.  Bakura hands roamed over the material with his palm and his thumb exploring.  It was with great satisfaction that he found Ryou gripping the sheets and thrusting into his hand, bringing his hips off of the bed in a state of complete ecstasy. 

To his surprise, Ryou sat up and crashed his lips against Bakura tugging at Bakura's pants.  "In time, Ryou, in time."

   Bakura decided he had played with Ryou long enough.  If Bakura didn't watch it, Ryou would be on him for the next three days!  Bakura slowly opened the button never letting the motion of his hips or his kiss end.  When Bakura relieved Ryou of his clothing, he looked down at the blushing, squirming angel below him.  "You are beautiful, Ryou," he said placing a gentle hand on Ryou's cheek.  Bakura freed himself of his own garments shivering as the cold air hit him.  The clothless yami pushed Ryou on the bed again as they pressed their bodies closer again. 

Bakura gasped as Ryou allowed him to settle closer to him as he felt his own weeping body against him.  Bakura looked into Ryou's eyes to ask an unspoken question.

Bakura trailed kisses down Ryou's body until he came to his target.  "Please…yami…can't ..hold on.." The yami kissed Ryou's tip making Ryou groan loudly, tears falling down his face.  Bakura smiled and completely covered Ryou making Ryou scream with pleasure and was afraid he overstimulated his other half.  The boy already had begun thrusting into Bakura's mouth.  Bakura held Ryou down gently as his little lover gripped the sheets tightly.  It was amazing how Bakura could feel the pressure building inside his willing lover.  Ryou's muscles tightened as his whines became a cries of desperation.  "Yami….must…" Ryou arched backward and thrust into Bakura's mouth, his body clenching forcing the pressure to relieve itself.

Ryou fell back on the bed panting and heaving, chest and abdomen rising and falling.  His body was now tired from its exertion and the demands of the most pleasurable "lesson" he had ever known.

          Bakura kissed the now limp appendage and returned to Ryou's mouth as the kisses removed every trace of their residual passion.  Ryou sucked on Bakura's lip cleaning up his lover from their passion.  Ryou could feel his yami's body quivering on top of him weeping with unrequited need.  Ryou hooked a leg around his shaking yami and flipped him on his back laying his body on his yami.  Bakura looked shocked that Ryou could have pulled such a move on him.  Bakura didn't question for very long as he bucked his hips against Ryou.  "Ryou…" Ryou kissed his yami's body until he also arrived at Bakura's neglected weeping body.  Smiling, he brushed his hand gently over the flesh.  Bakura arched back.  "Yami…can I..take you?"

Bakura looked up at Ryou .  He knew it would hurt, but he hurt Ryou even more in the past.  He had to give the boy a chance sometime.  The pressure, desire, need was so great, he couldn't resist.  Bakura leaned back and closed his eyes.  Ryou's body had returned to his earlier state of bliss having seen his yami in a similar state.  Bakura flinched uncomfortably as Ryou prepared him.  Bakura grit his teeth cursing in his native tongue until he began to thrust into the sensation of Ryou's intrusion.

          Both boys gasped when they were connected by Ryou's body.  Both held very still as their bodies grew accustomed to their intimacy.  They could feel the blood coursing through each other's veins.  They could feel the beating of each other's hearts.  Bakura gasped beneath Ryou in desperate longing.  Ryou looked into the eyes of the panting figure beneath him as he kissed his sore yami. "Shh…yami….it' s alright…I'm sorry." The hikari slowly began to move against Bakura as they looked at each other with passion-filled eyes.  It took a while for Bakura to adjust to Ryou's intimate invasion of his body, but still met him thrust for thrust, groan for groan, and cry for cry. 

Ryou felt Bakura's future climax building as he stroked Bakura's cheek gently rocking into his yami. Bakura threw his head back and thrust his hips up faster.  Ryou reached down and grasped Bakura's neglected flesh.  The yami began to feel helpless and light-headed under his hikari's touch.  The helpless yami whimpering, whining, and whispering Ryou's name like a mantra.  Ryou threw his head forward crying his lover's name.  Without warning, Ryou and Bakura stopped together.  Bakura erupted and Ryou leaned forward and collapsed on Bakura filling his belly with the last remnants of their passion.

Bakura breathed heavily as he kissed Ryou's hair.  He rubbed Ryou's heaving back.  Their bodies still connected, their bodies were hot and drenched in sweat.  Ryou remained completely still on his yami.  Before long, Bakura thought that Ryou had fell fast asleep.  His partner didn't roll off and still breathed heavily. 

"Ryou?  You alright?"

Ryou lifted his head.  He kissed his yami. "I'm sorry. I was just enjoying your warmth.  You are comfortable, you know. You'd make a good pillow."

Bakura smoothed away some of his hair.  He couldn't help but smile at Ryou who readjusted himself more comfortably on his yami.  He straddled his yami and began to fall asleep.

"We are a mess. We really have to clean up."  Bakura and Ryou took turns in the shower dressing in their nightshirts. They returned to bed, Ryou regaining his position on top of his yami. 

Bakura gave him a questioning look. Ryou giggled. "I said you make a good pillow."

"There's no other place I would want you to be, Ryou.  Go to sleep." Bakura kissed Ryou's head again and fell asleep. 

Ryou nuzzled his head into his lover's chest.  He could feel every beat of heart, every rush of blood.  It was soothing, comforting.  His yami felt so warm, his skin was so soft.  Ryou ran his hands across every rib and bone of his yami memorizing it.  Ryou finally fell asleep on the only one he could ever love.