Author's Notes: This idea came while writing a chapter for one of my fics. One pairing in particular here I fully blame and hold completely responsible for is Strange Liou, yes I blame you... Enjoy.

Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Yami Bakura/Malik Ishtar
Prompt: #28: Children

Word Count: 3, 253
Rating: M

Summary: There aren't enough pages or time in the world to write everything there is to know about them. So I'll start with what should help you.

Warning(s): AU. M. Yaoi. Het. Mutable pairings. No spoilers... I own nothing but the plots....Fanfic100 Claim

Chapters: 5/100

Chapter 4: Children.

The harsh sounds of knocking broke throughout the quite of the house. It sounded like a thousand drums beating right next to his ear. "What the fuck did I drink last night?" Bakura growled pulling the pillow about his ears and rolled over and unconsciously wrapped his arms and a leg about his very frequent lover.

"What is that?" Yami lifted his head up looking about the room confused, then asked. "Where am I?" suddenly the shorter of the two found himself in an entanglement of blankets and sheet on the floor.

"You're a bed hog." Bakura scoffed at him and rolled over to get more comfy now that his double bed had more room... for him.

"Someone's at your door." Yami got up pooling the blankets about his naked body. "Where the hell are my clothes?"

"You threw them out the window last night." Bakura pushed himself up, "Said you'd never need them again." A smirk came to his pale lips.

Yami snorted. "You're not that good." He plucked up a pair of Bakura's jeans from the floor. They looked clean and smelt ok. He pulled them on, doing up the belt to keep them up.

"That hurt." Bakura pouted.

Snatching a shirt that was also not his, he left the room.

He ran his fingers through his hair to look kinda decent as he walked down the hallway to the front door and opened it. "Yeah?" Yami eyed a tall busty, blue eyed, brunet that was standing on his doorstep.

"I'm Anzu Mazaki from Child Services. I'm here..."

Yami cut in over her. "I think you have the wrong house, no children here." He went to shut the door. She held it open by placing her hand on it.

"Is there a Bakura..." Yami cut in over her by calling Bakura's name the instant he heard her ask for him.

"As I was saying." She didn't seem put off by the treatment as she so often dealt with difficult people from time to time. "I'm from Child Services."

"You said that already." Yami rubbed at his head, he shouldn't have drunken so much last night. Damn Seto and his drinking monopoly game. How that game came about he would never know, or the fact that Bakura won the twisted game. Yami was sure that he cheated somehow.

"These two are his." She stepped aside and gently pushed forward two small boys of the same age.

Yami was frozen on the spot; he couldn't find the words to call out to the other. "Who is it?" Bakura asked stopping just behind him. He eyed off the two boys who seemed to cling to each other. "Not interested in buying cookies." He went to shut the door on them.

"She's from child Services." Yami said gesturing for her to enter. Anzu took each of the boy's hands and lead them inside. Bakura was at a loss of words and followed them silently into the kitchen, his eyes on the boy that so closely resembled himself. Short white hair, pale skin and wide doe brown eyes. The other had natural tan skin, an off colour of blond hair and light lilac eyes.

"Would you like something to drink?" Yami asked going right for the cupboards.

"No thank you." She said, though it didn't stop him from making Bakura and himself one. The two small boys huddled together looking about. "I have all legal documents of the boys to say that you are their biological father..." Before a word could be said a tune was heard and Anzu excused herself instantly to answer the call, holding up a finger to indicate them to wait for her and that she wouldn't be long. She remained out of earshot but could still see the boys in her care.

"So," Bakura cleared his throat and grabbed a seat turned it about and sat down. Both children had their eyes on him. He couldn't for the life of him remember ever sleeping with a woman or if the world had become twisted and the gods were having a damn good laugh and knocked-up one of his past boyfriends, he just didn't see how those two could even be his. There had to be some kind of mistake.

"What's your names?" Yami asked approaching the two with cups in each hand. The boys backed up eying him warily. He placed down to cups of warm hot chocolate onto the table and stepped back.

The pale boy that looked so much like Bakura was about to speak up until the other spoke over him. "We aren't meant to talk to strangers." He scowled them both with a hard glare and silencing the other that clung to him.

"But Malik, mommy said we were coming to live with our daddy." The pale one blurted out tugging on the other's sleeve. Yami smirked and Bakura raised an eyebrow.

"Ryou," Malik scowled him, "If mommy doesn't know them then they're strangers." By now both older males knew the two little ones were twins, though not identical.

"What's your mother's name?" Bakura asked wanting to get to the bottom of this.

"Mommy," Ryou said hiding himself timidly behind Malik a little, his eyes on the drinks.

"What did everyone else call her?" He tried again, the two looked lost not sure how to answer.

"Sorry about that." Anzu walked back into the room pocketing her phone. "These two boys are Malik and Ryou Ishtar, both six years old." She dug about in her briefcase and pulled out an envelope. "We had such a hard time tracking you down." She glanced at Bakura while handing him the envelope. "The poor dears have been in one court hearing after another. You have full custody." The name Ishtar didn't ring a bell at all.

She turned to the twins placing down a backpack. "You two behave and enjoy your new home. I'll came back to check on you later." She turned about to face the older males. "I must go." She turned once more and left the room.

Bakura was up out of his chair and followed her. Ryou started to cry. "That's it?" He stopped her at the front door. "You drop off two kids to my house and leave."

"Bakura. Can I call you Bakura? Their mother left you a detailed letter explaining everything. My job was to pick them up and bring them to you. That's it." She turned to leave again.

"Isn't there someone else who could take them?" Bakura followed her again.

"No there isn't, you are their only family left." She opened her car door and stopped to look at him. "If you don't want them give me a call after the weekend and I'll pick them up and take them to the nearest orphanage. My number is on that envelope." She got into her car and drove away.

Bakura walked into the house and into the kitchen. Malik was hugging Ryou while he cried and mumbled, Yami was trying to calm them both down.

It took hours for them to get the little ones tucked away into bed in the guest bedroom. "Any idea on who the mother is?" Yami asked with a tired sigh, sitting next to Bakura on the living room couch.

"Not a clue..." he trailed off, getting up and walking out of the room for a few moments and then walked back into the room with the envelope Anzu had given him. He tore it open as he sat down. He skipped all the writing to the bottom to find out who it was and it all came back to him in a flash.

Flashback.

The shrill sound of the phone cut through the dark room waking the sleeping form that was covered over with blankets. A tan hand groped about the nightstand before landing on the receiver of the phone and brought it under the covers to an ear. "Hel-hello?" Asked a sleepy soft voice.

'Are you alone?' Came the husky voice that sent all kinds of shivers throughout her body.

"Y-yes." The blankets were pulled away to reveal long black hair, tan skin and cobalt eyes. She reached over and turned on the lamp and picked up her watch. 2:46 am. "Of course I am alone."

'Do you want to be?'

She was soon opening the door to let her pale, tall, dark eyed... she couldn't finish it. She blushed looking away when he grinned at her. Not waiting for an invitation, he pushed off the doorframe and kissed her on the lips briefly on his way past, letting himself in. "It's been awhile since I saw you last." She was shaking and her heart was racing in her chest... he had come even though it had been a month, he was here.

As soon as she had locked the front door, she was pressed against it face first and every inch of his body was pressed against hers. "Did you think I had forgotten?" She was turned about and this time her back was pressed against that cold hard wood of the door. "How have you been, Isis?" he wasn't after pleasantries when he tugged at the belt that held her pink robe on and covered her naked body. It fell to the ground leaving her bare before him, she tried to cover herself up with her hands and arms even crossed her legs.

"Bakura." She gasped when he lifted her up, forcing her to hold onto him, wrapping her legs about his waist as he carried her to the bed.

Magically so to speak, his clothes were gone by the time her back hit the mattress and Bakura was on top of her. He was far more experienced then her and she was grateful for it. Bakura had had many lovers but all of the male gender. "You want to skip right to it or get into some foreplay?" He asked voice smooth and low.

"Foreplay?" She questioned trying to control her breathing and shaking body. No warning he was moving down her body, stopping once he was between her legs. She slapped a hand over her mouth to contain a cry.

Bakura had told his brothers that he was going on a two to three day trip to see their mother. He had booked this room in a cockroach infested hotel for the night.

It hadn't been easy for her to lie to her father that she was going to stay with her older adopted brother for awhile. Well she would stay with him but she wasn't going there right away. Her father would kill her if he found out what she was really doing, since his plans for her would be ruined in marring some rich guy's son to improve and expand his company, which in turn would be hers one day.

This wasn't done for the cheap thrill of sneaking about behind everyone's backs or the fact that what would happen to her if they were found out... it was to ease her fears. Isis had after all gone after Bakura with nothing more than needing someone to talk too and he had been there with open arms to ease her worries.

She was terrified when she found out that she was betrothed and her father had arranged it. There had been no way out for her and she didn't dare go against her father's wishes. He wasn't the kind of man you said no to and lived. She had met her fiancé. He was so much older than her and by far not that appealing, he was cold and ruthless in business meetings. When they were together he eyed her off like she was some kind of meat. It terrified her on would it would be like on their wedding night. Would he be so cutthroat with her like he was to his business partners, she didn't know and didn't want to find out. She had gathered up all the courage she had to ask Bakura to be her first.

Her frightened feelings and thoughts had turned into lust filled wants the more her pale friend paid attention to her body. Bakura whispered words of comfort into her ear as he spread her thighs more apart and pressed forward into her body slowly. Her pain filled cries filled the room for a few moments when Bakura could go no further. She panted and tightly griped the sheets, her eyes scrunched tightly closed. "Keep your eyes on me, it'll pass." He reassured her and slowly at first he thrusted into her over and over again. The bedsprings squeaked lightly with every movement they made.

Soon enough she was moaning and digging her nails into his back and she wrapped her legs about him tightly.

She rode the waves of an orgasm, crying out Bakura's name as she met him thrust for thrust after a good few moments he followed her for his own climax. His limbs were shaky as was her own. He rolled off her and laid beside her, hand on her hip rubbing slightly to help comfort her a little, after all he did just deflower her. "I think you'll be fine." He wiped her black strands of hair from her sweat covered forehead.

He held her for a bit in his arms until he had thought that she might have fallen asleep. He moved out from under her and was soon dressing; Isis now sat on the bed with the pink robe wrapped about her body tightly, covering everything she wished him not to see. "Thank you." She glanced at him reaching out to take his hand. Bakura stopped and glanced down at her. "I know this may have caused some trouble for you and..." she couldn't remember the person's name he was going out with.

"Fuck him!" Bakura hissed angrily. "Otogi dumped me last night for some guy he just met." He slumped down next to her on the bed. "I think I may cool it on having attachments for awhile." He looked at her with a grin. "It's going to be hard getting over you." He nudged her a little. She knew he was joking and laughed thankful for the light mood. "Good luck." He said kissing her on the cheek and got up to leave.

"Will you come if I send you an invitation? It's going to be held four months from now." She asked.

"Make it a guest-plus-one and I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"What happened to no attachments?" She smiled at him.

"It's four months from now." Bakura complained with a pout. "Do you except me to stay single for that long?" she knew that he longed for someone he could hold onto for more than a fling.

They said their goodbyes with promises of seeing each other again on her big day.


"What's it say?" Yami asked breaking him from his thoughts.

Bakura's eyes refocused on the letter as he looked over the words, some of the page had water marks on it as if Isis had been crying while writing it. He went back to the top and started to read it out.

Dear Bakura.

I'm cutting out the pleasantries and getting to the point. If you are reading this then I'm dead. My heart finally gave in the battle and you have both my, our sons with you now. Oh god I'm hoping they are with you. In case you may be pissed at me or have completely forgotten me. We had that one-nightstand together some years ago. The wedding didn't go through as my father had planed due to the fact that I was pregnant with twins. My father disowned me as soon as he found out. How could I hide it from him? I was huge. And I heard you had found someone so I thought it best to raise them on my own.

There aren't enough pages or time in the world to write everything there is to know about them. So I'll start with what should help you. My eldest Malik, so brave, fearless and so protective of Ryou. If Malik is standoffish, which I know he is. You can break him down with creampuffs. Books of the Discworld, we are half way through Mort. Talk to him if he is in the room, let him know that you are there for him and I'm sure after that he'll be on his way to warming up to you.

My youngest Ryou, by seven and half minutes, will go nowhere without Malik at his side. Ryou will warm up to you in no time and help Malik to do the same. Loves pancakes, I make them for him every weekend, we go to the park every Sunday, don't forget that. Oh how he looks just like you. He is thoughtful of others, shy and very protective of Malik. This doesn't mean they do not fight between each other. Make sure that Ryou has his bear at bedtime. It'll be the headless one. It was ripped off in a fight between the two. I never found the head.

There is still so much I want to say. I left all you need for them in this envelope to get them into school and doctors if they need to go. Malik is known to getting sick in winter so make sure to bundle him up a little extra and don't keep them out too late if it's really cold. I leave them in your care Bakura; they have no one else but you.

Love Isis Ishtar.

Bakura remembered everything and understood why he had never heard from her again, they had been the best of friends up until that night and he had completely placed her out of his mind when she never contacted him again. He folded up the letter and placed it onto the coffee table. "So are you going to keep them here with you?" Yami asked.

"I need to sleep on it." Bakura said standing up leaving the room.

He soon walked into the guest room, finding both little ones in the same bed fast asleep. Bakura picked up the backpack and rummaged through it for a moment pushing aside clothing and found the headless teddy bear at the bottom of the bag.

He pulled it out and walked over to the bed and tucked the bear under Ryou's arm and then pulled the covers up over Malik. He stopped and lightly caressed the boy's cheek, he looked so much like his mother, the tan smooth skin, nose, the hair he guessed it might have been the mix of his white and her black hair. The eyes were something new, but that glare Malik had thrown his way when he tried to get them into the bath was all Isis. All his own looks he could see in Ryou so clearly.

"Looks like the two of us just became four." Yami said softly from the doorway, the decision to keep the boys wasn't going to be an easy one for his pale lover.

"I'm not that good, remember." Bakura snorted sounding a little hurt as he left the bedroom door open slightly and headed into his own room across the hall.

Yami smirked as he followed the other knowing Bakura was after a distraction for the night and beside he did always say that things looked ten times better in the morning.

If you haven't guessed it yet but I'm doing short mini stories for this 100fanfic challenge. This post would have been a lot longer than this, but I thought what I posted here was ok. Review (love and cookies).