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Kikyo had reached the surveillance room in a flurry of swishing skirts and suffocating nen. The cameras and microphones in Illumi’s room had been installed when he was still very young and the only child, so that she and Silva and Zeno could study the psychological effects of Illumi’s training. Butlers standing nearby had wordlessly catalogued every night terror –so that the next training session could build upon those very fears— with a blank expression until, day by day, Illumi eventually stopped having them. The surveillance room had remained largely unused until Illumi began his seduction training, both in the practice of and defense against, when he was fifteen.
Kikyo shoved the groveling butler who had accompanied her away from the controls and zoomed in, enhancing the image and amplifying the sound of her son and his husband undressing each other and mouthing at each other’s newly exposed skin. She watched it all, their breathless kisses and wandering hands and grinding hips, with her blood-red lip curled in disgust.
"Have I been good today?” That vile man breathed between kisses.
“Better than I expected, but that bar was low to start.” Illumi reported tonelessly, if a little out of breath.
The man only chuckled as he brushed his nose against Illumi’s. “That’s my secret. Hard to disappoint you when you have no expectations.”
Illumi interrupted the nuzzling with another kiss. He canted his hips forward, grinding his groin against his husband’s with punctuated, purposeful motions. Illumi was clearly trying to get to the point of the meeting without any further unnecessary exchanges.
“So, do I get a reward for being better than expected?”
Illumi didn’t reply, only pushed the other backwards onto the bed behind him. While the man scooted back, pulling his entire body up and onto the bed, Illumi crawled over him and was soon straddling his husband. The husband, slovenly pig that he was, didn’t seem to mind forgoing the formalities and smiled up at Illumi even when her son wasn’t looking at him. Instead, Illumi focused on reaching over the man and pulled a container from his nightstand. With a businesslike disposition, Illumi poured some viscous fluid from the bottle and reached behind himself with the wet fingers.
He rocked back and forth between the man below him and the fingers behind him. Meanwhile, that utterly uncouth husband threw his head back, moaning without any consideration to his volume, and clutched Illumi’s hips as he continued to prepare himself.
Illumi casually brushed the man’s hands away as he hovered over his groin. Clearly this was little more than an agreement, a method to keep his partner in line. A treat to keep a dog well behaved, obedient. Kikyo recognized it well enough from her own interactions with Silva.
The husband threw his arms back and clutched a pillow underneath his head, exposing his taunt musculature. Thick, corded lats and bulging triceps sheened with a thin gleam of sweat and trembled as Illumi slowly eased himself onto his cock.
“Oh, Illumi, my love, oh, you feel so good~” the man babbled as Illumi sank further and further until he was seated.
Any coherent words were cast aside as Illumi rose up and then let gravity take him back down. He used the momentum of impact to rise back up and then back down. Her son set a carefully measured pace, dutifully bouncing as his husband writhed beneath.
“Say, hah, say it again, Illumi.”
“I love you.”
The man’s moans ricocheted throughout the dark room. Illumi leaned forward, resting his weight on the forearms that laid on either side of the man’s head. Kikyo watched, with something close to a tiny flutter of pride, as Illumi swiftly established his dominance by looming over his husband. The man was now caged in by rigid arms and blinded, like one would do to an unruly stallion, by the dark curtain of Illumi’s hair. Perhaps that was why he’d grown it out in the first place.
“Illumi, please.” Kikyo could hear the man whimper.
“Okay,” and, to Kikyo’s consternation, Illumi abandoned his dominant pose and sat back on his heels.
The man’s hands immediately released the pillow, latching instead onto Illumi’s hips, and at once Kikyo understood that Illumi had surrendered some fundamental level of control in this exchange. Her eye twitched as she watched the man’s long fingers dig into the thin layer of skin that stretched across muscular planes born from decades of physical training. Her blood pounded in her ears as the man’s legs bent at the knee, planting his feet firmly on the bed. Kikyo felt a maelstrom of nausea and rage as she watch the husband use the newly established leverage to shove his hips up and spear Illumi hard enough to raise him from his knees.
Kikyo’s lips curled down at the soft gasp that slipped out of her son’s careless mouth. She fisted her hands, trying to quell the urge to destroy the screen that dared display this abhorrent image.
“Say it again,” that wretched man moaned as he continued to thrust his hips up and down.
“I love you.” Illumi sighed, his diction shaky from the rough bucking he was experiencing. “I love you.”
The man stopped while Illumi was aloft, rolling his hips and grinding his cock in Illumi while gravity kept Illumi seated to the hilt.
“Don’t stop.” Illumi said and his husband resumed bouncing Illumi on his cock, faster and harder than before.
“Don’t stop.” Illumi repeated even though the man had been doing the exact opposite. His voice was louder than before, but less firm. Weak. Breathy. So not a demand. Almost pleading, but Kikyo couldn’t be sure. Not even as a child had Illumi ever begged.
Illumi became an undisciplined mess before her eyes. Panting and keening and moving with equal enthusiasm as the creature beneath him.
When the man breathed out an: I love you, Kikyo thought she’d heard her son sob. But she saw no tears. A small consolation, considering everything she’d been subjected to this evening.
The man pulled Illumi back down to his chest, clutching her son’s back and kissing him as he continued to piston into him. Kikyo felt the blood pool in her hands as her fingernails dug into her palms, but she didn’t dare release her fist.
In a disgusting display of weakness, Illumi came first, twitching and writhing as his husband continued to pound into him over and over before finally stuttering and coming to a sudden halt. His balls drew up and his cock pulsed before his arching back settled and his clenched legs slacked. When he pulled out his soft cock, a small dribble of come followed.
The man kissed her son, even though he’d already achieved climax. And her son kissed him back, even though he’d already rewarded the man for his obedience.
Her son had become an emotional, undisciplined, and utterly dependent. And Kikyo was terrified to find that she hadn’t the first idea how to fix him.