#seinagi

And he's got endurance, too. He dances for what feels like hours, although that possible passage of time might just be a trick of his swaying hips lulling Seijuro into an almost hypnotized state. When he finally finishes dancing, long after the sun has set, Rin no kimi claps enthusiastically. The dancer, only panting the slightest bit, barely having broken a sweat, bows low in respect before leaving the throne room.

Almost immediately, Seijuro turns toward the sultan. He sets his halberd aside and looks Rin in the eye.

"I would like to pursue him, sir," he says. It isn't exactly a demand, but his tone is almost there.

"Pursue him?" Rin scoffs. "That's my prerogative, Mikoshiba. I'll take him if I want him."

Seijuro's eyes narrow. "Despite what you might believe, since he's your employee and not your slave, you can't actually just do whatever you want with him. He doesn't belong to you. He could say no."

"I am the sultan," Rin counters, climbing to his feet. "Every one of my subjects belongs to me."

Grabbing his halberd once more, Seijuro points it at the sultan. "I'll duel you for the right to pursue him."

"You're on!" Rin pulls a short sword from its hiding place next to his throne and swings it toward Seijuro.

Aiichirou, who up until now has been silent, steps between them, raising his shield to block both of their impending attacks. The sword and halberd hit the shield with a loud clang each. Their wielders back down and look at the silver-haired guard, half annoyed and half confused.

"Rin no kimi, this is silly," Aiichirou mutters. "You hired Nagisa-kun for Seijuro-senpai. You told me so yourself."

Returning the sword to its hiding place, Rin folds his arms across his chest. "You weren't supposed to say anything, Ai."

"...for me?" Seijuro asks, lowering his halberd. "Rin no kimi...thank you!"

Without a second thought, the redhead drops his halberd and runs out of the throne room. Since he's the sultan's personal guard, he knows where everyone in the palace is staying, including Nagisa Hazuki. He runs to the blond's room and knocks on the door. It only takes a few minutes for the dancer to open the door and peer up at Seijuro, who is almost a foot taller than him.

"Mikoshiba-san?" he asks softly, tilting his head to the side.

Stepping into the room, Seijuro leans down to kiss Nagisa. The blond shifts up onto his toes to make it easier for the guard. This lip-locking lasts for a few minutes until Seijuro pulls back, smiling at the little dancer before him.

"Rin gave me permission," the redhead murmurs, taking Nagisa's face in his hands.

"It's about time," Nagisa teases. He leads Seijuro over to the bed and lays down with him. Wrapping his arms around the older man, Nagisa pulls him close, holding his head to his chest. "Can you spend the night?"

Seijuro nods, nuzzling his paramour's chest. "Yes. I'll have to get up early to attend to the sultan, but I can definitely spend the night with you. Would you mind just holding me for a while?"

"Not at all, Sei-chan."

Nagisa's fingers find their way into Seijuro's hair, combing through it slowly. The redhead closes his eyes, relaxing in his lover's embrace. It has been far too long since he has actually spent time with Nagisa, too long since he's even been this close to him. Seijuro definitely intends to make the most of this night. But for now, he's perfectly content to be held close by his tiny dancer.

this fic was inspired by the following official art