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Silva Zoldyck stared at his eldest son through the large computer monitor. Illumi’s face was the same blank mask he had worn most his life. His inky hair was in a loose bun on his head, firmly held in place by two of his needles. He wore what seemed to be a loose tank top though from the computer placement it was hard to tell.
“Do you have an update on Killua?” Silva asked, bypassing pleasantries that he knew his eldest child didn’t appreciate. Illumi nodded and quickly began his report, precise and detailed as always. As he spoke Silva let his eyes wonder ever so slightly, taking in his son’s background. Silva had been surprised when Illumi had stated he was moving out. But the dark haired eldest didn’t often make requests so Silva agreed. Since Illumi had left Silva had only gotten glimpses of the raven haired boys living space, the ones he could snatch when they had their monthly video call.
Illumi seemed to change locations in his apartment each time they spoke. Silva had gotten glimpses of what seemed to be a spacious kitchen with a wide granite counter top that connected to an island. Another time it had seemed to be a homey dining room or parlor. Currently Illumi seemed to be seated at a desk that allowed view of a living room and a long, currently darkened corridor that, Silva assumed, lead to the bedroom and bathroom.
The apartment itself was actually very well decorated which had astonished the white haired man. Illumi wasn’t known for being style conscious, when he still lived in the mansion the eldest Zoldyck childs room was rather sparse; Illumi rarely spent any time there other than to sleep. Though Silva did she traces of his eldest son in this apartment, such as the surplus of pillows and blankets that were thrown casually on the couches. Illumi loved to burrow himself into a little cocoon of soft things, it was a habit since his childhood that had frightened his parents more than once when they believed Illumi to have disappeared when really he was just sleeping under a mass of blankets.
Another obvious example of his son was an entire wall of the living room was an enormous window. Illumi lived somewhere extremely high from the looks of it. At the mansion it was easily into the evening but the city Illumi lived in it was just after sunrise. Soft early light streaming into the windows and casting wide shadows, the tips of buildings just barely visible through the thin layer of clouds that floated through the sky.
Illumi had once confessed to his father that he loved high placed. Silva had personally thought it was because of the obvious vantage point or perhaps the feeling of power it allowed. But Illumi had confessed it made him feel insignificant. The answer had puzzled the elder Zoldyck but Illumi had said it with an almost content curl of his lips that Silva had simply accepted it without further investigation.
There were a few things that were bothering Silva though. The apartment had other little knick knacks that didn’t seem to be Illumi’s. Silva’s mind wandered, though he still absorbed the information his son was obediently rattling off.
There were a number of little potted plants in the house, Illumi didn’t care enough to raise plants or at least Silva had thought so. There was a house of cards unfinished on the dark coffee table. The kitchen was also rather large for someone who rarely cooked. Honestly Silva didn’t understand why Illumi left, he had everything he needed at the mansion.
A slight movement caught Silva’s well trained eye. It had come from the dark corridor behind Illumi. Silva kept his eyes trained on his son. If it was an intruder here, Illumi had already sensed them but the element of surprise was always better. If the intruder believed that he had not been noticed yet it would allow a cleaner and faster kill if they allowed the trespasser to come closer.
But the as the figure drew closer Illumi didn’t pause in his report on Killua that Silva felt the slightest sliver of doubt. Was the intruder using zetsu? Were they of high enough caliber that they could sneak through a Zoldycks defenses? But as the shadow shrouded figure came closer Silva realised it was a man, – that fact was very VERY obvious – a completely naked man.
The man moved with easy grace, though not with the natural elegance that Illumi did. He moved as if he knew he was dangerous, knew he could win. He moved with unchallenged confidence, rippling muscles and a sharp smile. Now that the nude male was closer Silva could make out his features. Hisoka.
He looked different without face paint and his hair laying limp around his face. But it was Hisoka, who as very naked and currently advancing on Illumi. Had Silva been any less of a man he would have blanched. But he was a Zoldyck, which meant he kept his utter befuddlement hidden. Illumi still hadn’t slowed his report. Even as Hisoka reached the raven haired male and slung his arms around him. Illumi acted as though Hisoka weren’t even there, completely focused on his current task.
Silva kept his face completely impassive. Not letting his eyes stray away from his son’s face. But out of the corner of his eyes Silva could see Hisoka’s smirk growing wider, obviously taking this as a challenge. He then gently brushed a few loose inky strands away from Illumi’s slender throat, then leaned forward and began to press firm kisses against every inch of exposed porcelain skin.
Illumi had absolutely no reaction to this. Silva was actually impressed with his sons poker face. Having someone like Hisoka put his teeth near your throat was enough to make Silva want to shiver. He would not put it past the pseudo clown to use his teeth in such a violent manner.
When neither Zoldyck reacted to his current attempts Hisoka upped his game. He pulled away from Illumi’s neck and then opened his mouth and let his tongue slip forward, as if presenting it. Then he leaned back in and licked up the length of the raven haired Zoldyck’s jugular vein. Illumi’s neck now presented a long wet line of saliva that gleamed in the sunlight. Silva felt his eyebrow twitch ever so slightly. And the moment he saw the redhaired clowns lips curl at the edges he knew the movement hadn’t gone unnoticed.
Silva had assumed that Hisoka would now be finished with his little game, now that he’d been crowned the winner. But Hisoka was apparently not satisfied. Perhaps he would not be finished until Illumi’s blank mask was shattered. Silva wouldn’t admit it out loud but he was curious if Hisoka would be able to accomplish his goal. Illumi rarely changed expressions, though it wasn’t unheard of.
“That is all I know so far.” Illumi statement drew Silva back to the present situation. The eldest Zoldyck child’s onyx colored eyes watched his father patiently. Obviously done with his thorough report on Killua.
“Ah yes,” Silva cleared his throat. “Thank you Illumi.” The dark haired man nodded and opened his mouth to say something else but Hisoka chose this moment to strike. His golden eyes locked with Silva’s lavender ones. Hisoka bite down sharply on the junction where throat met head. Silva watched his eldest son’s face twist into an expression he’d never seen before and one he’d honestly would have preferred never too see.
“Ah!” Illumi’s eyes had slipped closed, eyebrows had furrowed and lips parted ever so slightly for the obvious sound of pleasure to escape him. Silva couldn’t fight the sigh that rose up inside him. It was more so in disappointment in himself. He should have realized sooner. Really the moment Hisoka appeared and Illumi didn’t react had been telling enough, maybe Silva had ignored the idea because it was one he personally didn’t like. But here was the indisputable truth.
“Naughty Illumi,” Hisoka’s teasing purr crackled through the mic. “You shouldn’t make such delightful sounds in front of your fath–”
CRACK
The harsh sound of Illumi’s knuckles coming into contact with Hisoka’s face was the only sound that hung in the air for a few moments afterwards. Hisoka was not out of view and from the silence he was presumably, unconscious.
“Same time next month father?” Illumi asked. Face as impassive as always, as if he hadn’t just punched his lover hard enough to cause brain damage. Silva couldn’t stop the amused twitch of his lips.
“Of course son.”