Fanfic100 Claim
Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Yami Bakura/Malik Ishtar
Prompt: # 27: Parents
Word Count: 7,003
Rating: M for safety.
Warning(s): Au. Yaoi. No spoilers here. Adult themes.
Summary: Bakura struggles being a single parent and holding relationships. Malik a new arrival in town, what happens when the two met.
Chapters: 17/100
Chapter 17: Parents.
Bakura stumbled backwards through his front door, pulling his partner for the night in with him. Lips crushed with his as they stripped each other of their jackets. Bakura toed off his shoes. The guy pulled back panting and about to saying something.
A throat cleared behind them, both males turned their heads. "I have to go home now." The teenage girl said, gathering up her jacket.
"I'm sorry Anzu." Bakura dug about his pockets for his wallet.
"I need a drink." The shorter male muttered, "Kitchen?" Bakura pointed down the hallway. He passed the girl giving her a distasteful glance.
"Wow, frostbite." Anzu muttered taking the offered money for her nights work.
"I'm sorry for being so late." Bakura had opened the door for her. "Got held up."
"Oh my god!" Anzu squealed with delight when the other was out of earshot. "It has to be a good sign if you brought someone home with you. Is he the guy you've been dating for the last two months? Is that Devlin?" She was more excited then he was.
"Yeah." Bakura bit his lip having second thoughts as he glanced over his shoulder; the other was looking the apartment over. "You think maybe too soon?"
"Hell no. You're a good guy. If you weren't gay I would so stalk you. Let's hope this one's a keeper. Good luck." She gave him a wink and left.
"I hope so too." Bakura muttered closing the door and as he did he was instantly pressed to the wall.
"Thought she would never leave," Devlin scoffed; Bakura ignored it as lips attacked his neck. He wasn't about to ruin the mood. "What is she, you sister? Cleaner?"
"My neighbour," Bakura grunted as he pulled them both down the hallway. Both locked into a heated kiss, they stumbled down the hallway. The male tugged Bakura to the first door they came across, so egger to get started.
Bakura broke the kiss and grabbed the doorhandle, stopping the door from swinging open any further then what it was, he whispered. "Not in there."
Devlin raised an eyebrow. "Whatever you want," He shrugged, grinning seductively as he headed for the other door across the small hallway. Putting his back to the door he waited for Bakura, his pose screamed pure lust, with a smirk he entered the bedroom.
With acute hearing, Bakura listened for a moment... nothing but silence from within the room. Maybe for the first time in months Bakura would have his night. He softly closed the door and turned to his own bedroom.
The other male was reclined on his elbows on the bed, shirt missing and his pants open. Oh yeah, this was going to be a very good night. Swiftly Bakura shut his door with the back of his heel as he removed his own shirt, dropping it to the floor as he walked across the room in a few steps.
His fingers instantly tangled in Devlin's hair and lips met once again as Bakura pushed the other male back onto the bed. Devlin moved himself with a grunt as Bakura shoved him further up the bed, his hand going straight down into Bakura's pants and cupped his member pulling a small groan from him. "Well, I'm pleased to know that I'm not going to be disappointed in tonight." Devlin grinned adding. "The last guy that did me was sooo disappointing."
Bakura would have been flattered by the complement if he wasn't being judged against other men. Devlin flipped them over, pinning Bakura to the bed and trailing a line of kisses down his neck and chest, Devlin headed south on the pale body under him.
Bakura's groan died in his throat at hearing the creaking of his door. He bolted upright and shoved Devlin off him, "Daddy." Came small soft voice accompanied with heart-wrenching sobs and heavying breathes and hiccups. His now open doorway was occupied by his four year old son.
Devlin instantly hit the floor beside the bed rather hard with a yelp. "What is wrong with you?" He screeched getting up on his knees by the bed.
Bakura straightened himself up the best he could as he got off the bed and approached his son. "Hey, it's so late for you to be out of bed." Bakura picked up his son who was almost a miniature version of himself. The boy was usually dead to the world at this time of night.
"I got scared," Was another soft sniffle, "It's all rumbling outside." Bakura glanced out his window and the gray clouds that had been hanging over the city for the past two days had now turned into a storm and thunder rumbled softly with flashes of lightening.
"What the hell is that!" Devlin growled rather annoyed, Bakura shot him such a glare that the male recoiled. "You never mentioned you had a kid." He snapped.
This was by fair nothing new. "I think we are done." Bakura pulled open his bedroom door, bending down to pick up a shirt and threw it at Devlin hitting him in the chest.
"To think I was about to sleep with you." He sounded disgusted, gathering up the rest of his clothes. "How old are you?" Devlin's eyes swept over Bakura's body and face and then onto the small child in his arms with disgust as if Bakura had turned into some eighty year old man right before his eyes. Devlin made a sound from the back of his throat and stormed from the apartment.
Bakura sighed heavily; his nights always ended the same. They'd date for a while and everything seemed so great, but once he brought them back here for the night and once they laid eyes on his son they'd always run out the door making up some poor excuse to leave and avoid him like he had the plague and never call him again...
"Dame Ladderman." Bakura smirked at hearing the sleepy voice, knowing just what Ryou wanted. They both snuggled under the covers. Ryou watching the talk show host, while Bakura worked. Books, papers littered the bed along with his laptop... Bakura had to wonder if it was just him that was destined to be on his own until Ryou became an adult and moved out or did others have the same problem being a single parent?
Some mornings. Like this one. Were always hell. "Ryou! I'm going to be late!" Bakura called from his open front door, everything he needed for the day hung from his arms or his back.
"But I can'ts find my Hopper." Ryou wandered towards him, agonizingly slow. His light brown eyes worriedly searching each corner of the apartment he passed.
"Find him when we get home." Bakura tired to hurry the boy up, he had no time to wait until his son found his misplaced stuff rabbit.
Ryou stopped in the middle of the hallway and huffed out, "But that's forever. I wants him for show and tell."
"You took Hopper for show and tell yesterday." Bakura held Ryou's jacket out for him, giving it a little shake to indicate that he was in a hurry. "C'mon."
"No." Ryou shook his head crossing his arms over his chest. "The new girl hasn't seens him yet." Ryou stated as if it should have been obvious, for every new kid that attends the day-care; it was a must to see his rabbit.
"Baby, I'm going to be late. Move that butt, now!" Bakura growled firmly. Damn, he loved his boy but Ryou tried his patience to almost breaking point on some days.
Met an ass that can keep up with me. Gone for a few weeks or months to backpack around Europe. Try to get laid while I'm gone. You know, get that stick removed from your ass while you're at it.
Fuck you, Marik.
Malik growled scrunching up the small note that was pinned by a knife to his bedroom door. His twin brother was always chasing some girl or guy around the city or world if it meant that he might have a chance in, well, getting laid.
This was just perfect! A new city, new apartment and a new job that he was so late for. "Isis!" Malik called out. "Let's get a hustle on!"
"I don't want too." The small girl pouted walking into the living area, tugging at her still bed missed hair. "Marik's not here to do my hair." She was almost in tears.
"I can do it." Malik sighed packing her lunchbox into her backpack.
"No! I want Marik to do it!" She stomped her foot stubbornly. "He does my hair better then you."
"Marik's not here, because he would prefer to chase…" Malik had to cut himself off before he said something that he would regret and leave his little sister traumatized for the rest of her life. "Marik's gone okay. He'll be back before you know it." Isis nodded her head and left the living area heading for the bathroom.
Marik may have been older by fifteen minutes; his maturity matched that of a two year old. Hell, Isis was more mature then Marik most of the time. "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Isis cried out, Malik dropped what he was doing and rushed into the bathroom to see what had happened. "It's all over!" She whined showing the toothpaste that stained her favourite dress. "Get it off! Get it off!" She hopped from one foot to the other on her step-up.
"Alright, alright!" Malik knelt down before her with a damp cloth and cleaned her dress. He so didn't have time for this.
"What's Marik chasing?" Isis asked watching her big brother scrub her dress clean.
"What?" Malik glanced up into her blue eyes. For a moment he was sadly remind of his mother. Isis had her cobalt eyes and black hair; he wondered briefly if she would look just like their when she was older.
"What's Marik chasing?" She asked again blinking owlishly at him.
"Bunnies. Marik loves bunnies." Malik was at a loss of what to tell her.
"I love bunnies too." She giggled happily.
"Yeah." Malik gave a sarcastic low laugh; this wasn't a conversation he wanted with a five year old, let alone his sister. "Me too." Malik stood up now that the dress was clean.
Isis watched as Malik moved about the kitchen and living room, gathering all that he needed as well as everything she needed for the day. "Malik, I'm glad yous are looking after me." She said as she walked out the door.
Malik gave a small smile, no matter how hard things got he was more than happy to have her. He glanced at his watch and winched, hoping that he wasn't going to get fired before he could actually start his first day. "Fuck you too Marik." Malik growled under his breath. "C'mon." Malik bent down and picked Isis up and slung her over his shoulder. "Grownup pace." He said rushing for the lift, his little sister in a fit of giggles.
Twenty minutes later the day-care centre was full of parents that were in just as much of a hurry that Bakura was in. "I'll be picking up at four today." Bakura said as he hung up Ryou's backpack, double checking to make sure the child had his lunch. He glanced down to see Ryou was gone, it left Bakura in an odd mood of not getting a goodbye.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Ryou called out at the top of his lungs, getting his voice over everyone else in the room. "This is Isis." He dragged a small girl behind him to stand before his father. "She just moves here. She lives with her big brother."
Bakura didn't have time for this; he had five minutes to get across town for his morning meeting. "Great." He muttered, turning his attention onto the girl and forced a smile saying. "It's nice to meet you." She giggled muttering something under her breath and ran off pulling Ryou away with her, who waved and called out a bye.
A high pitched scream just about shattered every window in the building as a child was in the start of a full blown tantrum of not wanting to be separated from her parents. Bakura raised an eyebrow and was thankful that Ryou didn't have separation anxiety.
The café was packed as it was for this time of the morning. Bakura elbowed his way in the best he could. Glancing at his watch he had a good minute to spare. "Hey Bakura." The owner of the small but popular café greeted him from behind the counter. "The usual?"
Bakura nodded his head with a wave. "Thanks Joey." He was grateful that he didn't have to wait in line with everyone else to get his caffeine hit. He found an empty table; he got started on getting everything ready. From his briefcase, Hopper fell out onto the floor, before Bakura could bend down to pick it up; someone else had done it for him.
"FYI, the fashion for men carrying around stuffed animals in briefcases went out about a year ago. The Hippo is the new Rabbit." Bakura would remember for the rest of his life that the male before him was standing in a position that bled confidence, one hand on his hip and his weight leaned on one side and a hot drink in his other and a smile that was cheeky and sexy at the same time.
Bakura snatched it back without a word and placed it onto the table, taking a sideways glance at the nametag that read, Malik. "Well, I'm Malik for the duration of your stay, just in case the tag isn't clear enough…"
"I don't care." Bakura snapped, irritated at his own thoughts and especially after his disastrous night.
Malik's eyebrows shot up into his hairline, shrugging he placed down the ordered drink and he turned and left… stopping briefly at a table. Bakura couldn't help but look, getting a good eyeful of the male's rear-end. Malik just happened to look back and catch him looking. Bakura blushed and hid his face in his paper work.
Malik grinned as he went on about his work.
By the time Bakura made it back to his office it was late, the guy he was meant to meet with at the cafe was a no show, but at least his other clients had shown up. "Bakura." His boss walked into his office with a swift knock on the open door. "I just got a call from Arthur Hawkins."
"And?" Bakura pressed the older male to continue. He was still rather pissed for having to wait for said man who never turned up for the meeting.
"Oh, he said he was sorry he couldn't make it this morning and wanted to reschedule it for this afternoon, about six."
Bakura paused; his mind instantly told him of his only real responsibility in the world. "I can't, I have my kid to pick up from..."
"Oh." The old man frowned cutting in. "You look too young to have a kid." He eyed Bakura suspiciously as if he was lying to get out of work. "Well that promotion is coming up this month, must put in the extra effort if you want it."
"I'll call Mr. Hawkins now and confirm the time." Bakura felt like there was a note on his forehead that read 'sucker' as he picked up the phone, not missing the satisfied grin on old man Moto's face as he left. Bakura needed a sitter first before calling Hawkins. "Hello Anzu... yeah, that would be great... No, it's not a date this time... I'll try not to be home too late... bye." Bakura smirked as he hung up the phone; He had no idea what he would do if it hadn't of been for Anzu and her willingness to watch Ryou whenever the opportunity arose. Plus the girl had said his apartment was the ideal place to fit in a little extra study after Ryou was in bed and she was well paid for it too.
Bakura glanced at the clock; he would get in a few more hours of work before his meeting.
"Got laid yet?" Was the well known voice and a sudden crushing weight on Malik's back and shoulders as arms and body wrapped about him tightly in a hug.
"Get off!" Malik grunted as he felt his legs were about to give out under the extra weight. "And no."
"Damn." Marik got off his brother's back, literally .
Malik sighed in relief and asked. "What happened to you backpacking around Europe?" He wiped off the table and gathered up the dishes that he placed on a tray.
"Oh, he hooked up with some guy that was younger and apparently hotter than me." Marik rolled his eyes sounding offended. "So he dumped me at the airport this morning, the fucker."
"That bastard!" Malik turned mocking in looking and sounding appalled. "He must be blind or have no taste in men, to think he could find someone hotter then you." Malik then grinned mischievously. "Oh wait; there is someone hotter then you. Me." He gave a chuckle.
"Oh ha ha Malik." Marik punched him in the arm not finding the teasing amusing at all. "I'm heartbroken you insensitive bitch. He had such an ass on him and I didn't even get to shag it." Marik became all pouty crossing his arms over his chest.
"My heart is bleeding for you, really." Malik rubbed at his arm. "By the way, while you were casing ass for pointless romping time. Did you forget that we have a five year old to look after? Not to mention that we just moved here!"
"Don't word it like that; you make us sound like a married couple." Marik grumbled looking away.
"I give up." Malik grabbed his full tray of dirty dishes while snapping at Marik. "You go ahead and chase ass as much as you like. I'll work my ass off to pay the bills and take care of Isis by myself." Malik turned about and walked off.
"Mal... c'mon." Marik followed him. "It's hard to get laid while looking after a kid."
"Yes Marik I know. I haven't been laid since high school." Malik turned on him seething; this was not a conversation he wanted to have right now in the middle of his shift and a few of the customers were taking too much of an interest in what was being said.
"Wow." Marik blinked blankly and a little shocked. "That long?"
"Yes that long, do you know how frustrating that is?" Malik narrowed his eyes at his twin.
"Stick up the ass?" Marik muttered flatly, now fully understanding why his brother was so uptight all the time, all work and no down time in bed made someone very cranky indeed.
"Precisely," Malik hissed through grit teeth wanting nothing more than to wrap his hands about Marik's neck and choke him until he stopped breathing or was dead.
"Malik, I need you to close up for me tonight." Joey walked by them ignoring what they were saying or wasn't really bothered by it.
"But I have to pick up..."
"I've got her." Marik said as he was already heading for the door.
"No junk food, no horror movie marathon, no dates and have her in bed by seven!" Malik called out after him, knowing Marik didn't hear a damn word he had said... sighing all Malik could do now was turn on his cell phone and hope he wouldn't get a call from a hospital or the police.
Bakura turned up at the cafe and Malik had greeted him and took his order. "You must really like the coffee." Malik stood by his table for a moment.
"Addicted," Bakura muttered, looking him over and noticing that Malik's clothing was now rumpled and a little stained from the day's work, but he looked good. Bakura shook his head, he wasn't going to get involved with someone so soon... besides once they would end up back at his place, he would take one look at Ryou and run.
"No one could be addicted to this, it's awful." Malik wrinkled his nose up. "Now if you said you came back to check me out, that I would have believed." Before Bakura could say anything, Malik winked at him and turned about and went back to his work in a better mood.
Hawkins showed up twenty minutes late, which kept Bakura out well past nine that evening. All through the meeting whenever Malik would deliberately walk by, giving him a smirk or a wink, Bakura's eyes were glued on Malik and he would lose concentration on what Hawkins was talking about.
Malik even though tried his best to hide that grin at catching Bakura looking at him; Bakura noticed and narrowed his eyes and looked away... It was clear that Malik was teasing him.
Malik sighed as he was able to see the last customer off for the night; he locked the doors and noticed Bakura was packing away his work. Malik got an idea from something he saw earlier that day and ducked into the kitchen.
Bakura made sure he had Hopper with him so he could give it to Ryou once he got home. "Got time for a more adult beverage?" Malik held up two glasses and a bottle of Scotch.
Bakura eyed the un-opened bottle and couldn't recall the last time he had a drink that didn't involve chocolate milk or crazy straws. "Don't have time."
"C'mon, you look to wound up." Malik sat down across from Bakura and poured out enough into each glass for a shot "Relax a little with me."
"Just one." Bakura sat back down and leaned against the seat taking up the glass that was offered to him.
Malik threw back his head and gulped down the drink and gasped afterwards. "Strong," He coughed a few times and poured another for himself. "So are you... you know, single?" He asked watching as Bakura did the same with the drink and grinned as he filled Bakura's glass again when the other slid it towards him.
Depending on Bakura's answer Malik would know if he could move forward or back off. "Currently." Bakura muttered at length and it was what Malik wanted to hear, he grinned and poured another drink for them both.
"You're home late." Marik stated from the couch with a grin.
Malik rolled his eyes as he hung up his jacket and turned about, the best night in a long time was shattered as he spotted the pizza boxes and the tubs of empty ice-cream and the bottles of soft drink, all over the couch and coffee table. Isis's bag, jacket and toys were all over the living room along with Marik's boots, magazines and items of clothing, Malik didn't want to know why they were in the living room. "Fuck this!" Malik muttered feeling already tipsy and not in the mood to pick up after his brother or sister and walked straight for his bedroom.
Malik removed his shirt, boots and socks on his way and flopped down onto his bed with a heavy sigh. "Work kept you back or a guy?" Marik flopped down onto the bed beside Malik.
"Both." Malik's voice was muffled by his pillow; he had never wanted sleep as much as he wanted it now.
"Is he hot?" There was a smirk to Marik's voice.
"No, his looks would rival that of our late grandfather or the Crept Keeper, because you know how old guys do it for me." Was Malik's sarcastic reply.
"Malik that's necrophilia." Marik sounded shocked and it was obvious that it went right over his head. Malik forgot to mention that his twin may have the maturity of a two year old; he wasn't the brightest light-bulb in the shop. "You need a psychiatric therapist." Malik sat up with a growl and shoved his twin off the bed.
Bakura came home to find Anzu asleep on his couch; he covered her over with a blanket and placed a pillow under her head and then gathered a few items that belonged to Ryou that were on the floor and took them to his son's room, placing them all away and heading to his bedroom.
Bakura walked in to find Ryou asleep in his bed with the t.v on, he turned it off and stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed, he had to push his bed-hog of a son over to make room for himself.
Bakura laid there in the dark staring out the window, waiting for sleep to take him, his mind drifted to a certain blonde.
The day-care was a noisy chaos, of screaming kids, talking parents and toys that were already being played with. This morning had been a blessing having Marik back, Isis was completely over the moon that her hair was done to her satisfaction of two high ponytails with ribbons and Marik had washed and dried her favourite dress last night. "Ok, that's it kido." Malik turned about and saw Isis was already gone and so too was Marik.
Malik moved about the child that was kicking and screaming at his mother and walked into the room. He spotted Isis talking to a boy that had an uncanny resemblance to Bakura. "Malik!" Isis called out waving her hand at him as she tugged the boy with her. "This is Ryou, he's my best friend." She giggled.
Malik knelt down with a smile; the kid was cute and would be a heartbreaker later on in life, "It's nice to meet you."
"Hi." Ryou smiled back from hiding behind Isis, not really sure what do to.
"Mr. Ishtar." The blonde woman walked up to him, and by no means did she look like someone who would work in a day-care centre, she was tall, busty in the chest and long blonde hair, Miss. Valentine. Marik had been so persistent that the woman was a Striper, from ten at night to three in the morning at the Kitty Bar; her name was The Bomb Shell, her voice broke through his thoughts. "We don't condone teaching children how to gamble."
"What?" Malik was instantly confused for a second as his eyes landed on a huddled group of young ones. "Marik." He seethed and walked by the woman. "I'll take care of it." He told her.
In the center of the crowd was Marik and four little ones seated at a round table, cards in hand and a mix of candy were thrown into the middle. "I've got Skittles, what about you?" Marik threw in his candy eyeing the boy off on his right.
"Umm..." He dug about his pocket for a moment. "Twizzlers!" He threw them in with a big grin and everyone looked to the girl next to him.
Marik watched the girl who pulled out a small box of jawbreakers and tossed them into the middle of the table. "Nice." Marik muttered his approval and turned his attention onto the last girl in the group, who threw in an apple. "Sorry kid, this is an all candy blackjack, no fruit." Marik tossed it back to her from the pile. "Alright, show us what you got; remember the cards have to add up to..." Before he could flip the cards Marik yelped in pain as his ear was grabbed and he was yanked out of his chair.
"You're teaching them to gamble?" Malik was seething. "What goes on in that empty space you call a head?"
"Letgoletgoletgoletgo!" Marik complained all the way out into the hallway and until his twin let him go. "I'm deaf now!" Marik shouted and the entire day-care fell silent.
"Marik, the last thing I need is for Isis to be kicked out of here because of something you've done; this was the last place in the area that had a spot for her that's close to home and my job, the next place is a damn hour's drive!" Malik had that urge to strangle his brother yet again.
Marik rubbed at his ear. "If mom was here I'd so tell on you." He walked by Malik and headed for the door. Malik only wished she was. "You owe me Skittles, twizzlers and jawbreakers, I had a winning hand!"
Malik rolled his eyes as he followed Marik out the doors, it would seem that he was a parent of two.
The days rolled by and Malik and Bakura had unknowingly slipped into a routine. Bakura would show up at the cafe in the mornings, instead of Joey asking if Bakura wanted his usual, Malik had it ready, some mornings Malik would throw in a muffin free of charge, it looked as though Bakura had skipped out on a lot of meals, for he looked a little too thin.
"What's this?" Bakura asked looking the muffin over. "I didn't order it."
"I know," Malik shrugged knowing Bakura would turn it down. "But they just came out the oven and it's the best time to eat them while they're still warm."
Bakura still declined it "But I don't eat..."
"Eat it!" Malik growled at him a tone in which he would use on Marik. "Or are you going to force me to pay for wasted food because that's what Joey will make me do and quite frankly I can't afford it." Malik lent in and poked Bakura in the chest lightly. "FYI, I cook most of the food here and I'm a damn good cook and by not eating it you're insulting me, so eat the damn muffin." Malik turned and walked away rather satisfied, if Bakura didn't really want it he would fight a little harder in rejecting it. Malik glanced back to see Bakura grin before taking a bite of the muffin.
They didn't cross paths usually through the day. It was only on an occasion and a delighted surprise that Bakura walked through the doors with a client in toe about midday, only to sit in a corner to talk about business. However, it didn't stop Bakura from checking him out or Malik for that matter in approaching the table more than necessary and like the muffin Malik would drop a sandwich onto Bakura's table and continue his work... Bakura soon stopped protesting on the food and would mutter his thanks.
Late in the evening and just about closing time, Bakura would be at times still working long after his client had left, Malik would lock the doors and clean up and still Bakura would be working away... "Closing time." Malik stood by the table.
"Hmm." Bakura slowly raised his head, but his eyes were the last to leave the paper he was reading and glanced about, most of the lights were turned off and the place was empty. "Got a little involved in my work." Bakura packed everything away.
"I don't mind the company." Malik followed him out the door, turning to lock it and noticed Bakura was waiting for him. "Do you get time off?" He asked, it seemed whenever he saw Bakura he was always working.
"I'm off now and most weekends." Bakura started walking when Malik did.
"Me too, weekends, I mean, I get every weekend off." Malik flushed red at stumbling over his words, what was wrong with him?
The two would walk a couple of blocks together, talking about whatever came to mind. Malik enjoyed just getting to know Bakura that little bit more beside just some customer from the cafe. "This is me." Bakura muttered glancing towards the street to the right. A small group of guys walked by and knocked Malik out of their way; he stumbled forward on his feet and bumped right into Bakura, who caught him and kept him on his feet. The group of men rounded a corner and vanished from sight.
Malik glanced up and his apology died in his throat as Bakura's lips pressed down against his own, his shocked reaction lasted seconds, he threw his arms about Bakura's neck and pressed himself against the other. Malik heard the briefcase hit the ground and Bakura's other arm wrapped about him.
All too soon Bakura pulled back, his breathing more heavier as was Malik's and he wanted to ask why Bakura had stopped as it was getting rather good. "We should take this off the street." Malik gulped and glanced about, what was Bakura talking about, the street was dead, no people and no cars driving by... Malik's brain kicked in suddenly recovering from the kiss, Bakura wanted to continue. It was fine by Malik; his home fires was a raging inferno and a good night with Bakura would have it taken care of.
"Your place." Malik had yet to pull himself from Bakura's arms. "My sister and brother live with me and the walls are paper thin."
Bakura pulled back glancing at his watch while clearing his throat, it was late, past midnight and good chances were that Ryou would be dead to the world. Seriously, if Malik was as willing as he was, Bakura wasn't going to pass up such a night, besides he could have Malik out the door before dawn.
Bakura picked up his briefcase and took Malik's hand. "My place it is."
Malik had a good mind that if he saw those guys again he would thank them.
They had barely made it through Bakura's front door, what little control they had on walking to the apartment building was lost in the elevator on the way up to Bakura's floor. The door opened before Bakura could pull himself away from Malik long enough to open it himself. "Oh, I thought that was you." Anzu grinned as her eyes landed on Malik almost instantly. "I'll leave you to it." She vanished inside for a moment before appearing again with her jacket and bag.
"Thanks again Anzu." Bakura dug into his pocket and handing her seconds later cash for her nights work. Malik silently watched the exchange between the two.
"My pleasure." She winked as she headed for the elevator pocketing her money.
"You want an escort home?" Bakura asked before she got too far away.
"No." She turned about walking backwards, "looks to me that your guest needs your attention more than me." She giggled a little as she turned about and entered the elevator and waved bye as the doors closed.
"C'mon." Bakura grabbed Malik by his jacket and yanked him inside. "Something to drink?" Bakura asked walking ahead. Malik couldn't quite see what Bakura was picking up off the floor as he followed the other into the apartment.
"I'm fine." Malik frowned wondering what Bakura was doing.
"Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back." Bakura wouldn't make the same mistake twice; he'd make sure that Ryou was in his own bed and fast asleep.
Malik ran his hands through his hair and took a seat on the couch, removing his jacket. "This thing is so lumpy." Malik stood up to see why the couch was so uncomfortable and was surprised to find that he had been sitting on a stuffed Rabbit, the same one in fact that fell out of Bakura's briefcase. Malik picked it up and sat it onto the coffee table and retook his seat, cell phone in hand, he sent his message to Marik, 'Will be home late, don't wait up.' Malik then turned his phone off and shoved it into his pocket.
Bakura emerged thankful that Ryou was in his own bed and dead to the world, before he could say a word; his arms were so suddenly full with an eager Malik. Bakura guided them to his bedroom. Lips and tongues engaged in a passionate kiss, as hands roamed over each other and removed bits of clothing on their way.
Malik was practically naked by the time he landed on a bed, Bakura still had his jeans on that were unbuttoned and unzipped. Malik moved himself up onto the bed properly watching as Bakura followed on all fours, a rather hungry animalistic look in his eyes... it only added fuel to Malik's lust and he didn't want anyone as badly as he wanted Bakura right now. Bakura grabbed him by the hips and yanked Malik under him and crushed their lips together again with a moan.
The bedroom door creaked open and a soft sleepy voice filled the room. "Daddy, I wants my Hopper." Malik and Bakura's eyes shot open and they both froze in their actions. "Daddy." Malik pushed at Bakura as he rose from the bed fixing himself up the best he could. Malik scrambled for the pair of sweet pants that were nearby hung over a chair, not caring who they belonged too.
"Hey." Bakura picked Ryou up with a heavy sigh and glanced at Malik, that smouldering looking was replaced with sad disappointment. "I'll get your clothes in a moment." Bakura left the room. "Where did you leave your rabbit this time?"
Malik was confused, was Bakura asking him to leave just as things were getting so damn good. "I don't knows." The child mumbled from out in the hallway, however Malik did know.
"You need to look after your rabbit better." Bakura sat Ryou down in his bed and covered him, he saw Malik walking by the door, seems he was just like all the rest... but Bakura didn't know what hurt more the fact that Malik was leaving without so much as showing off how pissed he was or leaving without so much as a word.
"Is that what you're looking for?" Malik walked into the bedroom holding the stuffed animal in his hands. "You left him out on the couch... kinda sat on him." Malik gave a shy smile as he dusted and plumped the rabbit a little before handing it over into the waiting arms of the child. Malik did recognize the boy as his sister's friend from the day-care.
Bakura stood there speechless staring at Malik as if he had sprouted two heads. "It's oks, Daddy does all kinds of mean things to him, steps on him, throws him outs of the kitchen, carries him abouts by the ear, by the ear!" Ryou looked mortified; Malik chuckled a little, but stopped at seeing the look Bakura was giving him.
"Goodnight." Bakura ruffled Ryou's hair and headed for the door.
"Wait," Ryou called out softly, both Bakura and Malik stopped in the threshold. "Is Isis sleeping over too?"
"No." Malik shook his head. "She's at home." Ryou pouted but rolled over snuggling down for sleep. Bakura closed the door and walked about the hallway picking up clothes, Malik followed him into the bedroom across the hall. Bakura threw all the clothes onto the bed and went through them, working out what was his and what were Malik's.
Malik shut the door and lent against it, his hands behind his back as he watched Bakura's agitated movements. Bakura threw all of Malik's clothes at him hitting him in the chest, "Dress and take your leave." Even thought Malik's reaction to seeing Ryou was so much different from all those he brought back to his apartment, he wouldn't lower himself in hopes that he would stay, they never stayed after the small run in with Ryou.
Malik shifted on his feet. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No." Bakura gathered his work and placed it onto the bed.
"Is there something wrong with me?" Malik bit his lip sure his body was littered with a few scars, more then what the average person would obtain in one life time.
"Definitely not." Bakura looked him up and down from head to toe and back again, twice.
"Is it my age? Because I'll have you know that I'm over eighteen." Malik tossed his clothes onto the chair across the room. "Why the sudden cold feet?"
It suddenly came to him, what Malik was doing and for the second time that night Bakura was left speechless for a few moments, he crossed the room and placed his hands on the door on either side of Malik's head and stared at him. "You want to continue what we were doing before my kid interrupted us?"
"He is asleep, right?" Malik hoped.
"You don't mind that I have a kid across the hallway?" Bakura frowned, the way the others ran from his apartment late at night; the neighbours were suspecting that he had some twisted dark fetish that frightened them all away.
"Please," Malik snorted. "I have two."
"What?" Bakura said shocked, Malik truly looked too young to have a few kids.
"Isis is five and then there is Marik, my twin, who is the handful." Malik gave a soft laugh and then he became very serious. "Our mom died a few years back when Isis was two, I've raised her since and Marik, well he just follows me wherever I go, to keep an eye on me." That was the much lighter part of his past.
"Isis, black hair and the bluest of eyes." Bakura remembered her from when Ryou introduced her to him.
"That's her and Ryou's her new best friend... she's trying to hit me up for sleep-overs and play-dates." Malik ran a finger lightly down the center of Bakura's chest. "I don't mind fulfilling her wish if you accompany Ryou in sleep-overs." Malik's finger stopped on the hem of Bakura's jeans.
That wild hungry look returned as Bakura lent in, Ryou would no doubt be out like a light and so it was time for this parent to get in on a little more adult time that he had been missing out on for some time. "So, where were we?"
Malik smirked wrapping his arms about Bakura's neck. "It'll come to you."
O.o yeah, so a few themes went for this one, but sadly I can only have one, so, Parents it was. But If I keep stalling over themes like this I'm never going to get this challenge done, your thoughts are welcome R&R (love and cookies)