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It was painfully clear from the very moment that he stepped into their dingy conference room, with its thick curtains and low hanging ceiling and heavy oak table upon which laid a stark-naked second-in-command, that the meeting scheduled by their Boss that day was gonna be anything but normal. Or, whatever passed for normal in their not-so-little “Family,” anyway.
He was a grunt, a low-ranking goon for christssakes. He already didn’t get paid nearly enough for the level of bullshittery he‘d been experiencing on a daily basis ever since he got tied up in Xemnas’ schemes just weeks ago. And now this? This was a new low.
He’d walked in to see Saïx, right hand to the Don, Xemnas’ personal inquisitor and undiagnosed nutcase, lying cock-side-down in the center of the massive table, kicking his legs in the air and propping his head up with his hands while looking completely bored . The scary fucker didn’t acknowledge any of them as they walked in. He simply stared at the door with a disinterested eye and the very distinct impression that he was waiting for something way more entertaining than the meeting the rest of their lot had gathered for. There was fire hiding behind his dull expression that made the grunt feel like Saïx was waiting for a game to begin, one that none of the rest of them were privy to.
Him, though? He was just a grunt, he was way too unimportant for any of the intense shit his new crazy bosses were regularly up to. He’d always figured he didn’t have too much to worry about until they trusted him enough to send him on the real missions. Sure, he’d heard they were nuts, but this meeting couldn’t be too bad, not for him.
Or, at least that’s what he thought before Xemnas arrived.
The second the big man himself stepped into the room, three things happened.
First, everyone shut the hell up. They’d all been talking about it, the beautiful and untouchable lover of their ‘fearless leader.’ With how often the Don played sex games with his pet, most of them had seen Saïx like this before. So, it was all too easy for them to remark on his body: soft and supple with strong muscle sitting just under the surface of his marred milky white skin. But him? He’d only just started his own life of crime; he’d never seen Saïx like this, and he was already shocked stupid and silent before Xemnas even walked in.
Second, everyone made sure their eyes were on literally anything but their Boss’s prized whore. None of them were interested in being made an example out of, and even though it was his first rodeo, he knew better than to be caught staring. Instead his attention went to the Don, Xemnas himself. He strode into the room with his usual cocksure stride, all fitted-suit and slicked back hair and perfectly shined shoes, and he looked over the room with bored, amber eyes. Now just where had he seen that look before?
Third, Saïx moaned. It was quiet, under his breath, he’d almost missed it, but it happened. The next day they’d all swear on their mama’s graves that it happened. While he, despite being but a lowly grunt, was able to hear the enticing sound from his seat right next to the Boss’ lapdog, he really didn’t expect Xemnas to respond from where he‘d entered on the other side of the room. The way his pupils dilated and lips parted, it was obvious he’d heard the call of his beastly little ‘mate.’
None of them were sure how, but Xemnas still managed to look bored as he looked at each one of them, locking them in place with the intensity of his gaze alone before he walked into the room. He didn’t look at Saïx even once as he walked past the man’s face, then his ass as he made his way to the head of the table. How he managed to ignore a specimen like Saïx, they could never know.
The grunt parsed it quickly, though, as he watched Saïx push onto his hands and knees and turn upon the table to follow his Master with his full attention: this was most definitely a sex thing.
Xemnas moved to stand in front of his grand chair, though it might as well have been called a throne, and continued to allow his eyes to glance past Saïx as he garnered the attention of everyone in the room. Not like he had to try particularly hard. “I expect you are all wondering why I have called you here today.” He spoke in that slow and silky way he always did, dragging out every other syllable like they owed him money. It was difficult for them not to roll their eyes, but many a grunt did nod politely. None of them were wondering why they were there. It was obvious enough. “Your usually so dutiful and attentive underboss has disappointed me, and no disappointment is to go unpunished.” Finally those firm eyes glanced down to lock with his pet’s, and while most of the observers would never know what he found there, what they did see was Saïx’s cock, hard and proud and hanging heavy and flushed between his legs, jolt with excitement. Then a glint of light drew their attention to the plug in Saïx ass, a sapphire gem gleaming in the yellowed overhead light that twitched enticingly between his spread cheeks.
The grunt was sure there wasn’t a flaccid man in the room as they were all forced to watch their boss crawl toward their Boss on all fours, his ass swaying with every movement and papers crumpling beneath careless palms and knees. And still Xemnas, the mad fucker, wasn’t even tenting his perfectly pressed trousers. Must be easy to keep calm when only crazy shit like this gets him off.
No one spoke, their mouths were dry and their eyes were wide as they watched the freakish display they’d been invited to. Their presence was hardly necessary for whatever it was their bosses had planned, but they had way too much regard for their own mortality to interfere at all with what was going on. They were ordered there as required bystanders, and they would stand dutifully by, awkward discomfort be damned.
“Yes, of course, my Lord.” Saïx purred the words, and his tone was unlike that any of them had heard directed toward them . While usually his voice was cold as ice and pierced through them as sharp as a winter night, when he spoke to Xemnas his voice was warm and smooth, like a lover’s caress. Those who weren’t already hard certainly were after hearing that .
Except, of course, their very, very clinically unwell Boss. Seriously?
Xemnas’ eyes darkened at the words of his obedient little pet, but still his body didn’t respond. Instead, he looked past the man to once more address his ever-loyal soldiers who simply existed to take orders and never, ever think for themselves. They’d been taught well, themselves, and it makes the grunt wonder what the hell Saïx did to find himself receiving this kind of treatment. He wondered if he even did anything at all, or if this was expressly for sexual satisfaction. The lewd spread of Saïx’s thighs and repeated moan certainly made it seem like the latter was the case.
“You have been summoned to witness the punishment of your dutiful Saïx.” Although his body seemed not to be responding to the sight of long limbs and pale flesh, his voice suggested otherwise. His breath hitched before he spoke the name of his – lover? – most loyal servant, and heavily-lidded eyes shifted to look down his nose at the petulant thing on the table before him.
Again, the room wondered what their Boss found there in that forbidden golden gaze, but it was clear that he wasn’t happy with what he found there when his bejeweled fist tangled in cobalt hair and tugged, wrenching Saïx around with, the grunt noted, surprisingly little resistance. In moments their boss, who many nights held their entire Family in the palm of his murderous hand, was put on display before them all in all his flushed and erect glory.
There was not an ounce of shame in his eyes, though. They were wide, they were wild, and they were hungry. It was obvious to them all that Saïx wasn’t paying any attention to the room around him. His cock twitched with every shift of fingers in his hair, and pitiful whimpers unbecoming of a man of his standing left his pouting lips every time the cloth of Xemnas’ suit brushed against his back. This was all a game, the board empty of all pieces but King and Queen, and yet the discarded pawns were still somehow made to stand aside and watch as the strongest players danced upon the board. Who would strike first, and how? It hardly mattered. They were all equally helpless all the same.
“You will witness as Saïx attempts to apologize for his offense toward his Lord.” Xemnas’ voice was deeper than before, and with every reference to the man before him his voice grew more airy, his mouth lingering on every syllable as if to have any amount of his pet on his tongue for as long as possible. “And you will see what it means to be truly repentant.”
With firm fingers against the middle of Saïx’s usually-so-ramrod-straight back, Xemnas pressed inward as he jerked the hair in his fist back, arching Saïx’s spine beautifully to put his chest and throbbing cock on display for every poor aroused fuck at the table.
“A-ah–!”
The surprised whines that left their boss, the usually scarier of the two of them, rendered the grunt with an uncomfortable pressure against his fly, and he couldn’t help but palm his crotch as he dragged the zipper down to alleviate some of the discomfort. He vaguely wondered if anyone around him noticed. He vaguely wondered if they were doing the same.
“Xemnas,” Saïx choked out his name, the sound of it sultry and enticing. “Xemnas, I apologize.. Please , Sir, not here...” Despite the words themselves, there was a fire in his golden eyes that wanted nothing more than to leap out and ignite a flame each and every of them. He was lying. He was taunting them. Everything about the meeting was a game to both their bosses, and they all began to suspect that getting under their skin, coaxing them enticingly close, was those fuckers’ entire intent from the beginning.
Well, besides it also definitely being a sex thing.
“You know the rules.” Xemnas cooed, soft and patronizing, a master admonishing his servant. “You know what happens when you fail me.” His fist tightened in his captive’s hair and the grunt slipped his hand into his pants to give his aching erection a squeeze alongside the breathy noise his underboss made.
“Yes, my Lord.” Piercing eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, fluttered with the treatment and came to rest half-open to stare unseeingly at the onlookers before him. They were dazed, his cheeks were flushed, and the grunt was so fucking hard.
“Tell them then, pet. Tell the men who you command so well how pathetic you are for disappointing me.” Xemnas looked from the man grasped tightly in his hand to instead scan his gaze, dark and predatory, over the faces of every sorry fool who found themselves in the meeting that day. The grunt was sure he saw the hint of a smirk on his Boss’ face, and he wondered faintly if everyone else in the room looked as flustered as he felt. Not like he was going to look away from the display in front of him to find out.
“My Lord .” Saïx moaned the words and the palm on his back pressed harder, arching dusky nipples further toward the stained ceiling and making him whine. “I have failed you. I am a disgrace for having failed you, I am a foolish wretch unworthy of your forgiveness but I beg for it all the same.” A caustic air lingered on the words, the sound not of a man groveling but instead toying with his very captor.
Amber eyes snapped back to return their attention to the little liar, and their owner sneered as he jerked back on silky hair, making Saïx cry out in pain even as his cock twitched and his toes curled. He was fucking loving it.
“You are bold to lie to me in front of my men.”
“You are bold to believe that I would lie to you.” A cocky, self-satisfied smirk spread across Saïx’s lips as he met Xemnas’ gaze, taunting him.
An unforgiving palm collided with his thigh then, and the resulting smack echoed loudly in the increasingly stuffy room. There was no doubt that he was hit with enough force to bruise immediately, to leave the darkest and most quickly visible imprint of his ringed hand against his pet’s flesh. And Saïx only cried out in bliss at the feeling, his fingernails digging into his palms as he remained in place for his master.
“You truly do wish to be punished tonight, don’t you?” A wet noise and a needy whine accompanied a shift in Xemnas’ posture as he gripped and pulled on the plug nestled snugly in Saïx’s ass. There was a distant pop, and the grunt only caught a quick glimpse of metallic sheen before the thick, bulbous thing clunked loudly onto the table where Saïx had just been lying. It rolled slowly and unceremoniously off the surface, leaving a faint slick trail in its wake as it reached the edge and dropped to the stained carpet with a dull thud.
Every man in the room watched it with wide eyes, and the grunt gave his cock a firm squeeze as he imagined the stretched and needy hole that it must have left behind. Oh fuck.
Xemnas didn’t have to imagine, though. No, instead he was able to touch, to finger and feel at the skin and muscle stretched wide and hungry. There was no doubt what he was doing, nor that he was satisfied with what he found judging by the low, content sound that rumbled from deep in his chest.
The men around the table watched as Saïx’s belly fluttered, his thighs spread a little wider as their boss, presumably, sank his fingers deep inside him. “ Xemnas ,” Saïx’s airy sigh made the grunt shiver as he shamelessly began to stroke himself.
“Whore.” Their boss spat in return, withdrawing his fingers and smacking the side of Saïx’s thigh again. His palm struck true, easily finding the warm flesh already stinging from its previous abuse and agitating the already-angry flesh. “Try again, and perhaps I will make your punishment easier to suffer through.” Xemnas’ hands went to his front then, unfastening his belt and letting it hang open as he continued with his pants. He only pushed them away enough to pull his cock out. He was at least also hard as a rock now, and the grunt felt some relief to know his Boss was human enough to react correctly to this display.
Xemnas smacked the head of his dick against Saïx’s asscheek as he leaned in closer, looking to Saïx expectantly. Waiting.
“Master, I apologize for wronging you, I am ashamed of my misdeeds and a failure to your empire.” Saïx whined the words, rocking back into the hardness already pressed so close.
Either the words struck a chord with their leader or Xemnas found himself unable to hold back any longer, because moments later Saïx’s eyes rolled back and the room was filled with the most arousing sound any of them had ever heard. Saïx’s eyelids fluttered shut as Xemnas nudged closer, no doubt working the tip of his dick into the man.
He offered little pause before his hips were rocking, and the grunt imagined that heavy cock slowly working its way forward, inch by inch as Saïx’s pre-stretched and gaping hole sucked him deeper. He stroked himself harder, faster. Admittedly, he whined, but he didn’t think anyone noticed. Not when their boss was making far prettier sounds than he ever would.
Teasing and taunting words paused then as Xemnas began fucking into the willingly-punished man before him, working up a rhythm before he chose to speak again.
“You.” Came the gruff voice of the Boss as he shifted, now half-kneeled on the table as he thrust forward into his whimpering pet below him. His voice was surprisingly audible over the loud smack of heavy balls against heaving thighs.
The grunt froze in place. Anyone would, when the eyes of a demon were aimed at them as he prepared to propose a most forbidden offer.
“Come.” His voice seemed deeper, darker, and his fingers slid around the creamy column of neck before him. He dragged his fingers upward on Saïx's throat and nudged it backward, forcing him into a visibly uncomfortable bend as he was presented to the grunt and all those in his vicinity.
The grunt short circuited. In his lust-addled haze he couldn’t decide whether his Boss was telling him to walk up to them , or to finish in his pants. His decision was made quickly for him when Saïx’s gaze, hazy though it was, found Xemnas’ and followed it to his chosen prey. Golden eyes flashed, dangerous, the Alpha’s Omega, and the grunt quickly understood the look in his eyes. He was to walk up there, hard-on and all, and do… what? He didn’t know, but he found he didn’t care. He stood up, fly down and jeans loose, and slowly walked toward the head of the table.
He did his best to ignore the hot pulse of his cock against his belly, only barely covered by his shirt and briefs as he walked toward his bosses. The smacking sound of skin on skin grew louder as he approached, and his bosses’ eyes never seemed to leave his person as he shuffled toward them. He was several paces away when he finally stopped, wide-eyed in awe of the frontrow seat view he had been offered. A bright red palm print was now visible on Saïx’s asscheek, with deep purpling welts rising in thick bands where Xemnas’ rings had struck him. And with no regard to the sting that certainly lingered there, Xemnas gripped the fat of his thigh tightly, digging his fingertips into bruising flesh to hold Saïx tightly in place as he was fucked there before them all.
The underboss was utterly beautiful, moonkissed skin and blue hair, flushed a beautiful red on his cheeks and cock and ass. The grunt was struck dumb by the sight, and his bosses noticed and smirked . It was an evil leer, one that could only ever be conjured by those as sadistic and sociopathic as the very men he looked to for orders. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him want to take his poor neglected dick in his hand again.
“What do you think?” Xemnas asked, his eyes slowly sliding to the man in his palm as he gave that throat another brief squeeze. “Does he look repentant? Shall he be spared further punishment?” Saïx made a choked noise, only faintly protesting the question being asked, and he earned yet another firm smack to his abused skin. “Answer, whelp.” Xemnas’ attention was back to the grunt, and he, who’d only been there a mere few weeks, swallowed the lump in his throat.
At no point had he expected to receive this kind of attention from his bosses, and being here, like this, so close, it made him wonder if he made a brilliant decision or a catastrophic one by ever joining the most notorious crime family in their corner of the nation. “I…” He looked rapidly between the two, trying desperately to decipher the correct answer to the question. Would Saïx punish him more if he answered in the negative or the affirmative? He seemed to be enjoying himself, but if he disagreed with Xemnas’ choice would that spell his certain death? The room was stifling, the collar of his shirt was too tight, and his dick fucking hurt. “N-no, Boss. He l-looks like he could be more sorry.”
Saïx’s eyes flashed with fury until he was subdued with a leisurely stroke of a large palm along his windpipe as it moved down to instead grip at Saïx’s breast. Fingers pinched sharply at one of those pretty nipples as Xemnas hummed his approval at the grunt’s response. “That is correct, isn’t it? My right hand has offended me grievously, and has not adequately apologized. He should try just a little harder to remain in my good graces… You, whatever your name is. Come closer.”
The grunt flushed as he closed the distance between himself and the desk. He was mere feet away, able to smell the scent of sex and sweat between them, able to feel the heat radiating off Saïx’s flushed body. It was intoxicating.
“Go ahead, touch yourself. My dear little slut should see what he does to my men when he disappoints me.”
And so he did, reaching into his pants and fisting his dick and stroking anxiously as he watched the wet slide of his Boss’s generous girth fucking his other boss over and over and – he groaned. It was better than any porno he could have ever gotten his hands on, an incredible thing to see up close in all its exhibitionist glory. He’d never been so hard in his life.
“Now, try again, my Saïx. Apologize, while my new pet here watches you grovel on my cock.”
The grunt could have died on the spot with the fierce look Saïx gave him at Xemnas’ words, but he trusted, as best he could, that the Boss himself would keep him safe for complying with his commands… If he wouldn’t, he was going to be a dead man either way. “My lord,” Saïx whined the words this time, reaching his arm back to hook around Xemnas’ neck and nuzzling his face into tanned jaw, “I am forever your most obedient servant, most loyal under your command, most devoted of your lovers.” He purred the final word, rolling his hips back to meet Xemnas’ as they firmly connected once more. “I desire only to please you, to praise you, and to appease you when I have done wrong. I am yours to command and to punish as you see fit. Forgive my transgressions.”
It was breathtaking, the way poetry effortlessly fell from their lips as they spoke to each other. Even more incredible was how they did it in front of them all, with one of them balls deep in the other’s ass. Who the hell were these people?
“ Yes , Saïx…” Xemnas’ voice was harsh, devoid of breath and full of gravel as he pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses against his lover’s marred cheek. His motions grew less rhythmic then, his thighs trembling as he appeared to grow close. Something about Saïx’s words really did something to him, it seemed. “You are mine, that is right…”
It was beautiful , the way Saïx curved backwards, steadying his hand on Xemnas’ thigh as he offered himself, ass and face equally, to his master. The grunt was utterly entranced. His throat was dry, his cock was hot and beginning to chafe from the friction, his clothes were sticking to him and he just wanted a taste, the smallest morsel of attention–
“ Get back. ” The words came as a snarl, the monstrous sound of two voices speaking as one, and the grunt nearly jumped out of his skin as he scrambled backwards. He had gotten close, too close, and hadn’t even noticed. And now, two sets of predatory eyes were locked on him as his erection deflated and his hands shook at his sides.
Xemnas’ attention snapped again, this time to the table before him as he looked with disdain at the table of goons staring flushed and wide-eyed at him and Saïx. It was as if he was knocked out of a trance, the way his face contorted in a mix of disgust and fury at the men he himself invited to this very display. “All of you, out. ” He spat, and sneered fiercely at them all.
No one hesitated. Chairs were knocked over, tripped over, and scattered as each man exited as quickly as possible. The grunt wisely decided he should be amongst them and also rushed toward the door. He was surprised when he wasn’t stopped, especially when apparently this was the punishment for overstepping boundaries with “The Superior,” but when he glanced back he knew exactly why.
Saïx had already been twisted where he’d been kneeling upon the table and now had one leg braced upon a still-clothed shoulder as Xemnas finished what Saïx had started. They were both panting and huffing, hushed praises falling from them both as they rutted toward their mutual completion. The grunt shook his head. None of this had ever been about any ‘mistakes,’ they were just total and absolute freaks about each other.
He turned around, left the conference room, and didn’t bother shutting the door behind himself. Not that they would have noticed either way, anyway.