A/N: My last week entry. Idk if I do something for the other prompts in the future, but we will see.

Stingue babysitting? Stingue babysitting. That's all.

Setting: Sting&Rogue are in their late twenties/ early thirties.

Genre: K

"Uncle Sting?"

With a sigh, the blond turns his head in the direction of the young, white-haired boy who looks up to him, his small eyes filled with curiosity but also uneasiness. Sting knows that he shouldn't do anything that causes this uneasiness to turn into fear, yet he can't help but to raise an eyebrow.

"Don't call me uncle, I feel old."

The boy just fiddles with the hem of his blue T-shirt, rocking back and forth on his heels. It's summer and he doesn't wear any pair of shoes which the blond isn't really approving of, but he also knows that he isn't the best role model, only wearing a sleeveless shirt because he got scolded the last time he showed up without one (and he still doesn't get why).

"You are old", he mumbles, pouting a bit, but he isn't on the verge of tears yet so Sting doesn't pay it any mind, waits for him to continue; whatever he wants to say never makes it past his lips.

"Anyone bigger than you is old", a second voice interferes and soon Sting is confronted with two identically looking children, the only possibility to tell them apart being the Gemini symbol on the older one's and the Libra symbol on the younger one's shirt; also their distinguishing scent, but that's something only the dragonslayers are capable of.

Sometimes he wonders about the irony that lies in Yukino giving birth to twins (she used to take care of him as well as Rogue and it seemed like this wouldn't change in the future) but they look like a little version of herself and he can't help but feeling proud in being their godfather. However he sighs again when the older one tugs at his pants, wanting to be lifted up and sit on his leg – he acts like the younger one sometimes, wanting to be spoilt and yet Sting does nothing to break him of this.

"Yukino is such a gentle woman, why are you such brats?", he asks no one in particular, complying with his wish and picking him up; the boy looks pleased to have his way.

"It's your influence", Rogue tells him, entering the room behind the boys.

"Uncle Rogue, why don't you have children?", the younger twin asks again, turning his attention away from the blond to Rogue this time, outstretching his arms so that he can be on his arm (Rogue told him a few days ago that he is too old for this because he is getting heavier, yet he still can't say no and really, the two of them are probably too generous).

"Stupid, it's because boys can't get pregnant", the older one tells him, upsetting his brother because he always has to interrupt him, but then he looks genuinely confused.

"What does pregnant mean?"

It's one of the most dreaded questions, though instead of asking the adults, he looks at his older brother with wide eyes and a curiosity only a child can show; he gets his answer right away.

"It means that the woman gets fat until a child pops out. It's what Lector said."

He seems proud to posses this knowledge, head raised and hands on his hips while Rogue tries to hide his amusement and Sing just snorts; it seems like someone didn't want to educate the children properly.

"That's stupid. How does this even work?"

That's Sting's cue to end their talk without hesitation.

"Okay guys, I'm not ready to have this talk with you yet. Or ever. Go to bed."

He lifts the boy up, so that he stands again, shooing him away with a little push in the direction of his brother.

"I check on you in a few minutes", he adds when the boys pull a face, intending this to be his final words, but apparently the boy's curiosity isn't satisfied, so he turns towards the other one a second time.

"Uncle Rogue?"

Hand grabbing the shirt of the older one to stop him from going on ahead (and a reflex, since this is something they've done since they can walk, following each other around), the youngest boy looks up to him again. Rogue just smiles, kneeling down in front of him before he ruffles his hair, earning himself a grumble.

"We have you to take care of, that's why", is all he says, which is really not that much of an better answer than his brother gave him.

"But only when mother is on a mission", he says when he realises that his uncles don't get his question, these stupid old people making everything complicated, brows furrowed.

"Exactly. That's too much children for a lifetime", Sting tells him, nudging them in the direction of their room because this is a talk he shouldn't have with such young children, and really, it's already past bed-time and Yukino will scold them if she finds out that they allowed him to stay up longer. Again.

"You're good parents though."

Sting laughs, thinking that they say that because they allow them to do things their mother would definitely reprove them for; they had too much freedom and would probably grow up to be spoilt little brats.

"Let's have this talk in a few years again." When you hit puberty and hate everyone and everything, Sting thinks.

"Will you come and read us a story then?"

It doesn't happen often that the two of them speak at the same time but when they do it sends shiver down the dragonslayer's spine and they might never get used to this, not in a million years.

"Aren't you too old for that?"

Rogue is on the brink of picking them up and carrying the boys over his shoulder to their beds, but as he said, they are also too old for that and he is sure that he earns himself some grumbles instead of the giggles when he used to tickle them as soon as they thought it was funny to sneak out after they were brought to bed, laughing until they were exhausted and falling asleep again.

"You still haven't told us why they call you twins", the older one continues, unfazed by their lack of interest; they really have spoilt them, especially when his warning tone doesn't move them an inch.

"Or we tell mother that you don't want to explain pregnant to us."

A furious Yukino is a rare sight but it happens and this is one of the last things he wants to experience, so he exchanges a short glance with Sting who considers it, thinking that Yukino would probably be more amused than upset by this, before he sighs.

"Okay, I will tell you the story, now make yourself ready."

Sing just hopes that this was okay, but thinks that it should be when he sees their anticipating expression before they finally leave to get ready.

"I'll do this. You're going to exaggerate", Rogue tells him when the boys are out of earshot, hands rubbing the nape of his neck, a tired sigh leaving his lips; the day had been long and he finally wants to catch a bit of sleep as well.

"Hey, they like this sort of thing."

"Exactly. And then they can't fall asleep because they are too excited."

"Fine, do what you want."

Sting sounds offended but Rogue knows that he isn't when he lays and arm around his waist and kisses him, his other hand sneaking up to loosen his hair tie – Rogue grabs his wrist before it reaches his ponytail.

"I will. And you should shave again."

"I don't know what you mean", Sting grinned, cheek rubbing against his, scratching him and causing Rogue to grimace.

"You never grow up, do you?"

Sting just snickers, thumb brushing over Rogue's chin-beard, a reply about shaving on his lips, but he swallows it before he can cause any damage; instead he switches the topic back to the children.

"Maybe in the future. When the brats need adults to keep them in place."

Rogue manages a small smile before giving him a last kiss and going upstairs to look after the twins.

Even though it could be tiresome with the never ending curiosity of the children or Sting's own childishness and even though it's a situation he wouldn't have expected in a millionth years, this is a future he would trade for nothing else in the world.

~Fin~

A/N: And that's how this year ends! Thanks for any of you who took your time and read my stories, I hope I'll see you in the next year with new Stingue stories as well. I already have a few drafts in my folder for other Stingue shortstories, let's see if I'm better at organising myself in 2015. Until then, I wish you a good start in the New Year!

Bye for now,

RaspberryDevil