From Love Comes Great Joy, Part 1

Ryou sniffled with joy as his father lead him down the aisle, everyone smiling as he passed by. With a smirk, James gave his son's hand to Bakura and sat down, trying not to cry himself.

It has been seven months since the incident with Tea, and everyone seemed to be happy. Joey moved out of his father's apartment and was living with Tristen for the time being, Seto's sister, Nikore, was soon to be released from the hospital, Yami and Yugi were already married and spent each second together as if it were their last, Malik and Yami Malik had moved out of Isis' apartment and into their own, and Tea hasn't been heard or seen since. "Dearly beloved," the priest began, everyone settling down, "we are gathered here today...."

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(I decided to skip the wedding, since I never been to one and know what the priest says and stuff besides the 'I Do's' and "If anyone thinks these two should not wed".)

"I want it," a girl, Ryou's cousin, cried out as the girls, and a few males, were crowding around to catch Ryou's bouquet. It was quite funny how Mai got Ryou to carry one during the wedding. It was either that or the poor white-haired teen wore a wedding dress (at the moment, Ryou was wearing a snow-white tuxedo and Bakura a black tux).

Joey was sitting at a table nearest to the crowd, happy that everyone seemed to find love, but also a bit sad. His father went back to drinking when he lost his job, just after Ryou woke up from his coma. He was beaten and raped, but made sure no one knew, until Maxter Crawford rescued him one night. The Taylors and Seto (surprisingly) went to court on the matter and had him emancipated. He's been living with his best friend ever since, who at the moment was trying to talk Mai out of killing a few bachelorettes.

"Here it comes," Ryou said cheerfully, turning around. The bouquet flew through the air, the girls reaching out for it, and it landed in the blond's lap, much to his surprise.

"Wha da," Joey began, but Seto walked up to him.

"Looks who's up to getting married," the brunette giggled, obviously drunk a bit.

"Shut it Kaiba," the brown-eyed teen growled, trying to hide a blush creeping along his cheeks. Joey could never tell Seto he had a crush on him, for he knew that the CEO would just make fun of him more, or worse, reject him in the worst possible way.

"Congratulations Joey," Yugi cheered, holding Yami by the waist, "So who's gonna be the lucky person to marry you? Mai?"

"Sorry Yug," Joey grinned, "but Tristen can't keep his hands off her fer even a nanosecond. I'm sure I'll find somebody someday."

'Gods I wish that someone was me,' Seto thought, coherent thought difficult to keep a hold of. However, Malik and Yami Malik, the best men, were cutting the cake and everyone forgot about the blond with the bouquet.

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Ryou snuggled into his husband as sat in the limo, heading back to the house for a change of clothes and to head off to Cairo for their honeymoon. Bakura smiled softly, holding the teen closer to him. He remembered how he proposed to him, and how long he waited for this day to come.

FLASHBACK

Bakura had taken Ryou to D'Amaricano, a fancy restaurant that required everyone to dress in tuxedos and dresses. He had to wait a few months for reservations, but it was worth it, as Ryou awed at the fancy furniture and delicacies they had to offer.

"Bakura," he began, "you didn't had to. I would be happy wherever you would've taken me."

"I wanted to make this special," the former tomb robber replied as they sat down and started to look through the menu. He noticed the young hikari scrunching up his face at the prices of the meals and resisted the urge to sigh.

"Don't worry about the prices," Bakura stated, "Order what you want Tenshi. I'll take care of it."

"Are you sure 'Kura," Ryou asked, but got a glare for an answer and stuck his nose back into the menu. One thing about Bakura is that if he glares at you, it's best to do what he ask of you.

Bakura ordered a steak rare and Ryou ordered the stuff chicken. They ate quietly, Ryou wondering what the yami had planned. As their desserts arrived, the hikari noticed that there was a bouquet of white roses sitting on the tray instead of cake and ice cream. With a nod from his koi, Ryou lifted the flowers off the tray and noticed there was a gold ring with a carat diamond tied to one of them, right next to a card.

DEAREST RYOU, it read, "I KNOW I HAVE HURT YOU IN THE PAST, BUT I AS MUCH AS I WISH FOR IT TO HAVE NEVER HAPPEN, I CAN'T CHANGE HISTORY. IN ALL HONESTY, I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART AND YOU KNOW HOW I AM AT TELLING PEOPLE HOW I FEEL. WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY IS : WILL YOU DO ME THE HONOR OF MARRYING ME?

Ryou's eyes filled with tears, his heart swelling to the point it may explode from his chest. A soft smile appeared upon his lips and his throat constricted so he couldn't speak, but nodded his answer.

"Gods Ryou," Bakura smiled, then removed the ring from the rose and placed it on Ryou's finger, hands trembling as he did so. Several of the couples at different tables smiled at the two white-haired teens, others clapped and cheered, but the two paid no heed as they kissed passionately, rejoicing at this next step into their relationship. Only one couple looked at them disapprovingly, but said no word so they wouldn't start anything with anyone.

After the kiss, Bakura paid the bill and he and Ryou headed home to tell James the good news, as well as all of their friends.

END FLASHBACK

"We're here love," Ryou said, shaking Bakura out of his daze as the limo stopped. The two went inside the house and change into casual wear, taking care with their tuxedos as they put them away. Grabbing their bags, they headed back outside to go to the airport.

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"Here you go Niki," Mokuba said cheerfully as he gave Nikore the tape of Ryou and Bakura's wedding.

"I wish I could've gone along," the blond mumbled, glaring at Gate who was behind Seto and Yami.

"I'm sorry Nikore," the purple reploid retorted, tapping his pen on his clipboard, "but you aren't allowed out of there until the medicine is done. So far, you are ninety-five percent complete, so by tomorrow, you will be able to return to the world of the living."

"Gee I feel so loved," the blond grumbled, "And remember Yami, you owe me a duel when I get out."

"I didn't forget," Yami smiled gently, getting to know the young Kaiba femme a few months back when Yugi came to the hospital for a checkup and followed Seto when he noticed the CEO entering Nikore's room and thought something was wrong with Mokuba. Ever since, the two got along just fine.

"Call me when she can be release so I can have someone collect her things," Seto said to Dr. Gate.

"Of course," the reploid replied, "We are gonna miss her, but thanks to her volunteering and your funds, we can cure others from being half-breeds now. I don't think the world of medical science and the families of all those beforehand can thank you and your family enough."

"Don't worry about it," Nikore stated before anyone could answer that, "Like I said when I was put in here seven years ago: The sooner I'm out, the better."

"What are you going to do first when you get out," Yugi asked, Mokuba snickering a bit.

"First I'm glomping my brothers," the blond grinned, "second, I'm going on a much-needed shopping spree. Third, I haven't figured out yet."

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"It's so beautiful Bakura," Ryou grinned, leaning a bit on the railing of the balcony. They were at the hotel in Cairo, having a wondrous view of the pyramids and the Nile.

"I know Tenshi," Bakura embraced his husband from behind, "I use to watch the sunset around this area five thousand years ago, watching the clouds change colors from pink to violet and couldn't think of something more wondrous. Then you came along and changed all that. I'm glad I can watch the sunset now with you as my wife."

"Wife," Ryou repeated, turning his head towards him, "Don't you mean husband?"

"I don't recall me wearing white at our wedding koi," Bakura gave his infamous grin, playing innocent.

"Let's see how you can sleep without me tonight," Ryou stated playfully, wiggling out of his yami's grip and ran to the hallway. Bakura's grin became feral, taking on the challenge, and gave chase. Being much faster, he cornered his husband in their room, smiling as Ryou faked being afraid to continue their game.

"Please master," the white-haired teen pleaded, trying not to laugh, "I didn't mean it! Please don't punish me!"

"You shouldn't have called me master now little slave," Bakura growled lustfully, lifting Ryou into his arms and carried him to their bed, "I can get use to you calling me that."

"Eeep," the young teen muttered, before his yami began tickling him, causing him to laugh and writher underneath him.

"Stop please," Ryou wheezed, his sides hurting after a while, "Can't-hehehehe-breathe."

Bakura stopped and just stared at his love, his expression tender. He gently traced his tenshi's jaw and cheek, just staring into those warm chocolate eyes. Ryou smiled warmly at his love, returning the soft touching gestures, before sitting up and kissing Bakura with all the love he can expressed. The kiss was returned with equal force, the two wrapping their limbs around each other. Nothing mattered to them anymore, not the pain they felt all those months ago, not the world. Just the love between each other.

Sighing, Bakura pulled away from Ryou so he can rid them of their shirts, taking the time to let the soft fabric caress the milky-white skin. He always loved to tease his koi, enjoying his expression when he's sexually frustrated and very demanding.

"Please don't tease me tonight," Ryou moaned, pleading his demonic lover.

"Why not," Bakura asked innocently.

"Cause I want you now," Ryou demanded, coming close to ripping Bakura's pants off of him due to his shaking hands having trouble with the zipper. Bakura laughed, a sweet sound to Ryou's ears, for it held no note of evilness nor mockery. Just a sound of amusement and love.

Having better experience at holding off his lust, Bakura finish getting rid of their clothes, sighing as his erection was released from it's confines. Now totally exposed, he laid next to Ryou and slowly, each let their hands roam each other, sighing as they familiarized each sensitive spot and trying to get as close as possible.

Bakura lowered his lip and gently traced Ryou's shoulder, starting from the junction between neck and shoulder, and moved downward until he reach the crown of the joint, sucking softly. Ryou moaned, the felt those satin lips moved downward, heading towards his chest, and couldn't help but cry out as his koi sucked the pink bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

Not being one to be left out, the young hikari slid his hands along his yami's chest, feeling the muscles twitch to his touch, and rested them upon the dark discs. Hearing Bakura gasped, Ryou smirked, rubbing the budding crowns between his fingers lovingly, feeling him shake as he switched nipples, biting gently. Ryou gave a soft cry, then moaned as the yami soothed it with his tongue. Bakura's calloused hands moved upon the soft skin of his husband's belly, then bypassed his aching need to rub his thighs, gently spreading them so he can lay down. They gasped as their hard members brushed against one another, Ryou not noticing his husband reaching over and grabbing a bottle of lotion into his hands until he twisted the cap off.

Ryou knew what was coming and willed his body to relax, his patience thinned to a thread. He felt a cool finger rub his entrance before slipping in slowly, Bakura taking his husband's member into his mouth. Ryou almost thrusted his hips into that hot orifice, but stilled himself, not wanting his love to choke. He soon felt the second, then third, fingers enter him and nearly screamed as he felt the tips curl slightly enough to rub against that spot deep inside of him.

He whined as both Bakura's mouth and the fingers left him, but gave a sharp gasp as the fingers were replaced with something bigger. Bakura sighed lovingly as he felt the familiar tightness engulfed his member, stilling the intense throbbing for just a mere moment. Ryou adjusted quickly and began to move his hips, signaling Bakura that he was ready and to begin.

Bakura slowly began to thrust, creating a rhythm that Ryou caught on quickly. The pleasure soon began to mound, but neither was in a hurry. To be together like this, it was something each treasured with their lives, for the future may change all of that. That's what frightens them, for anyone who loves so deeply; change. One day your true love will love you; the next, hate you. It was something neither wanted to think about, but the presence was always there, always lingering. At the moment, it was thrusted as far into Bakura and Ryou's minds as possible.

The bed began to bounce from the strength of their thrust, banging against the wall and causing quite a ruckus. Bakura grabs his love's length, stroking it in times with his thrusts, causing Ryou to yell and buck his hips. The combination of strokes and thrusts to his prostate did him in and he screamed his husband's name as he came, splashing Bakura in the chest.

Bakura wasn't far off and he came as well with a howl, filling his tenshi. Unable to find the strength to keep upright, he collapsed to the side, so he wouldn't crush Ryou with his weight. However, he couldn't keep awake enough to pull out and promptly fell asleep, whispering 'Ashiteru'.

Ryou pulled his love so he slept upon his chest, not wanting his love to wake up tomorrow in an uncomfortable position. Holding Bakura as if he would disappear tomorrow, he whispered lovingly words to him as he too fell asleep.

Unknown to either of them, that very night would change their lives forever.

TBC

Author's Note: I'm putting Angel and Demon ALTERNATE VERSION on hold until i can get some more info on season 5, so I'm doing the sequel as promised. Next up, Bakura calls Yami for a favor and our favorite bearers of the Millennium Items gets some fun time while Grampa's away. Plus, Joey gets into trouble and only one person can help him. I'll let you guess who. Ja ne!