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[machiavel]

Do you think so?

[ seimei doesn’t know. goodness, he doesn’t know, and he hates it—but there’s a part of him that finds the challenge enthralling, too, because he knows he’ll be able to get what he wants from soubi as always. he won’t lose, even if the prize is not one he wants. ]

And if I asked you to do it now?

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[There's no asking from Seimei. Maybe he will phrase a command as a question but Soubi knows, always, that there is never a choice when it comes to Seimei. His command is everything.]

My body is yours. For whatever use you need it for at any time.

[If he knew anything of choice, of actual independence, then the rising nausea in his stomach would make him say otherwise.]

[machiavel]

Very good, Soubi.

[ the praise sounds distant, even to seimei’s own ears. there’s a sensation in his blood that he can’t place, and it makes it all run thick through his veins. ]

I want to do it. [ he still hasn’t decided yet if this is possible with clothes on; it’s an almost childish approach to the whole matter, his uncertainty. ] I know what you’ve told Ritsuka. Your nonsense about kissing being power for a pair. Then, this should make us unstoppable, shouldn’t it?

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[One thought comes to Soubi and it's that he wishes he could ask Seimei not to talk about Ritsuka or repeat anything he said to him. Right now, after Seimei just told him what he wants, the last person Soubi wants to think of at all is Ritsuka.]

If it's strength that you're worried about then I can work harder. Train harder.

[He knows it's not.]