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Notes: Written as a gift-fic for lilt_epiphany. Happy birthday! Thank you for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy it!
Vocabulary: Yadonushi is host/landlord.
Untouchable
There were parts of Malik that were untouchable, even now when he lay like a parasite in yadonushi's mind, the same as Bakura.
Oh, his spirit traveled elsewhere, probably checking up on his family and those Ghouls of his, perhaps even spying on Yuugi through that brainwashed Anzu, but still a great deal of time was spent here. Both of them lay in wait, watching for the correct moment to strike and steal what they desired…though whether they desired the same thing or not anymore remained to be seen.
Having someone else- someone unlike yadonushi, who needed to be paid, protected, stolen from, and above all controlled- here with him was entertaining, at least. When coaxed Malik would speak of his clan, voice always smooth but eyes narrowing, filled with badly hidden hate, as he explained their duty, three thousand years spent buried under the sand and stones of Egypt. He explained the initiation every heir went through as he revealed the inscriptions on his back, giving his payment as promised, and as promised not bickering over the loss of his body. He didn't explain his own initiation, no, but his feelings on the matter were clear, still vicious and burning like the sun waiting to escape into the sky again.
Malik was a good keeper, but still in some ways very easy to steal from.
As controlled as he was when Bakura touched him, only breathing sharply when hands and teeth bit into him, making him hurt and making him come, his face was still revealing. Danger made him feel alive- made him shiver and become aroused so easily. Malik knew Bakura could kill him as well as he knew Malik could kill him, and nothing made him as excited as that risk. This Bakura understood well.
What he didn't understand were the lighter parts of Malik, the expression he wore when he had undoubtedly spoken with that older brother of his, worry and hope living side by side. And when he ran into yadonushi he succeeded in confusing Bakura, for something that looked almost like guilt was hidden in the ordinary derision. He had felt guilty for his father's murder as well, Bakura recalled, fool that he was to mourn such a man's death.
Perhaps it was only because Bakura had no place for such emotions, but he did his best to ignore them, mocking them when he couldn't, never trying to really touch on that other part of Malik which he hadn't already seen and laid claim on.
Malik was his now, ally and enemy and body, and that was all there was to it- there was no worthwhile part of Malik which Bakura couldn't touch.
AN:
This is set in an AU which I will probably never actually write in detail (possibly…maybe…well, we'll see), in which Bakura wins the Dark Game against Malik's other self.