Warnings: Shounen-ai Marik. Bakura. Reward ficlet written due to a good mood.
It's only sex. Marik doesn't actually care for Bakura. He just likes the way the thief squirms when pinned and never actually begs to be freed even a little, though Marik usually eases up anyway just because he knows that it'll make it easer for him to take control next time. After all, if he pushes Bakura too far, then Bakura might actually fight properly, instead of only pretending to. So he's gentle. Sometimes. Gentle meaning that Marik only opens a few wounds as opposed to the many that he could.
It's only sex. Marik isn't the type to fall for someone. Least of all someone like Bakura, who never actually told Marik that he trusted him, and who never would be able to beat Marik in anything and who failed at so many things that Marik found out about. Why on earth would Marik care about someone so inferior to him? He doesn't of course. That's the obvious answer. Probably the only obvious thing about the incarnation of hatred.
It's only sex. Marik hurt Bakura after all, sliding his bones almost out of alignment and coming close to breaking them. True, he offered Bakura a chance to get revenge but that was only because he wanted Bakura as a willing ally. Not as someone whom he'd have to force to obey, he does that to too many people already. Really, him offering himself to Bakura to be hurt was nothing more than a tactical gesture calculated along the same lines as the deliberate gentleness he offers the thief occasionally.
It's only sex. Marik can't care for him. Can't. Can't. Can't.
At least, that's what Bakura thinks.