Yami no Bakura thinks he's never met anyone so annoying. The thing is, it was supposed to have been a one-time thing. When you mutilate someone, torture them, rape them and leave them for dead, they aren't supposed to come back, not ever. But Pegasus keeps wanting more.
"Just a quickie," he says, leaning on Bakura's shoulder in that annoying way he has, "a little fuck, some knife play… Shadow, you understand," very casually, "so there won't be any scars." He's got the knife out already, now he works at Bakura's shirt. "It won't take long." – There goes the last button. – "Half an hour at the most." It's hanging open now, just like his. "If you don't want to go out for drinks afterward, I'll take your omote," he adds, "I promise."
He's a pest. There's no doubt about that, and for two cents Bakura would pin him to the carpet with his own knife and leave him there. But he's eager; and he's persistant; and besides, he's got Bakura's cock out now, and it's all wet and hard. And how long could it take, a few minutes maybe? A couple more for the knife part? He thinks maybe he can find the time. Hell, maybe he'll even go out for drinks afterward, as long as Pegasus is buying.