FicWad

He can feel that he is himself being used: used for an uncompleted, secret attempt to reach out that just ends before the cursed gold again, for hollow revolt, and accomplishment of shameful desire for air and life and love beyond the only ones that should matter; and somehow, sin is easier when committed all the way, and this is surreal and futureless.

But the spirit can feel that he is failing: the man could break under his hands and yet not betray Malik.

So he takes revenge in small biting words as he allows the other nothing but few kisses: Bakura's body is fragile and doesn't need this exhaustion, and the way the one most loyal tomb keeper will flinch at the mere word "treachery" is more enjoyable than any physical experience can be.