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He has found Vaati's weakness.

Bandying words with his brother was not the way to go. He already sees that his words simply bounce off of Vaati without even affecting him. A fight would end in pain, even if he came out victorious in the end. Vaati danced through politics with more grace than Ganon could ever muster. Vaati was better than Ganon in some aspects.

But here and now, with Vaati shuddering at the simple breath and slight press of his tongue, Ganon felt power over his brother that he had never seen before. The word that hissed from his brother's mouth was a declaration of submission. Any other words after that were simple, meaningless moans. He no longer believed in the Gods, but his middle name was auspicious. Molag Bal. The Daedric Prince of Domination.

His brother speaks another word, but he ignores it; Vaati's body didn't speak the same word that he spoke. He steps forward, bringing more of Vaati's body in contact with his own. His eyes were ablaze as he eyes his brother's body, the motions he made seemingly practiced, but it was only in his mind — he had thought of this time and time again. His tongue extends and traces down his brother's lips, and down to his throat.