Now that the afternoon rush hour was over, the small cake shop was silenced and pretty much empty. There were about three people who lingered about; Killua knew each one. They were regulars, after all. Killua had become friends with each of them. Or at least, he liked to think of them as friends. If they saw him as such as well, he wasn't all too sure.
At the far back where the couches were and the wifi was best, stayed Keiji. He was a tall, pale man with dark eyes and curled short black hair. He was a few years older than Killua and happened to be an astonishing best-selling author. He was best known for his horror novels that were said to make even the deadliest of prison inmates want to cringe and throw up.
For the most part, it was true. Although Killua didn't throw up while reading one of Keiji's horror novels, he did have to admit that the author's story was very graphic, disturbing, and breathtaking. It was so intense that Killua did have trouble sleeping after he got the book done. The vivid nightmares he experienced were enough to wish he had thrown up instead.
Wishing to understand what was so good and frightening about the novel, Gon started to read it right after Killua and couldn't put it down. He too found himself struggling to sleep. Thanks to this, he and Killua ended up sleeping very close together, and with every light in their small home on. Of course, even after such an experience, the spiky-haired teen had been so hooked, that he dragged Killua to the bookstore to get more of Keiji's dark, twisted novels. Not that, Killua complained.
Much closer to the front entrance were the other regulars, a male and a blind female who always met up at the same time, rain or shine to have a few games of Gungi. Killua didn't know the rules of the game and wasn't all that interested in knowing. However, he never failed to place a bet with his other employees of the cake shop.
Killua's always placed a winning bet for Komugi. The young woman might have been blind, but she was a powerful player and never failed to win a game. Meruem wasn't bad, and he became a better player as each game came to an end and another began. However, it seemed to be the same for Komugi. It was as if both were growing and learning each time, the only difference being that Komugi was always a few steps ahead of Meruem.
Now the thing that most of Killua's coworkers found so fascinating about Komugi and Meruem, was that they were dating. Well, it wasn't the fact that they were dating per se. It was more like who each of them were that made it a bit odd that they were dating. Not many people knew it, but Komugi was the World Gungi Champion and pretty famous for it to people who enjoyed watching and playing such games. As for Meruem, well it was a well-known public secret that he was the leader of a notorious gang that took over the Republic of East Gorteau.
Most would wonder why Mrs. Kurta would ever allow a man like Meruem into her establishment. However, the blonde woman didn't mind if the man was in her shop, just as long as he didn't cause any trouble. He and Komugi simply drank tea and played Gungi. There was no harm in that, and Killua agreed.
Watching as Meruem admitted defeat, Killua held his hand out to his coworker next to him who had been taking in the sight as well. It didn't matter how many times Meruem lost, for some reason, Killua's coworker never once gave up on him and believed that he would win someday.
Killua couldn't say he agreed. He had spoken with Komugi quite a few times when she would come earlier than needed, and one time she had admitted that Meruem would never allow for her to go easy on him. And if she ever did, she wouldn't be happy, because she knew that she hadn't played with her all. It was that very reason Killua thought that Komugi would keep winning for many years to come.
It was a little after five in the afternoon and close to Killua's break that Komugi and Meruem finished their last game of the evening, once again ending with Meruem calling out his loss. Killua stood by the counter, taking payment for a slice of raspberry swirled cheesecake that had been ordered. Getting out the slice from where it was stored, Killua placed it into a cute little box, noticing that the strange, yet cute couple was waiting for him to be done. With a smile, he handed the old woman her order before thanking her and wishing her a nice evening.
When he was done, Killua rushed off to his friends, grin still bright while Meruem placed the gaming board on the counter. Since they came and played every day, Mrs. Kurta had suggested it would be best they kept the board game at the store. It would be better than having the young couple carry it to and fro every day from one location to another.
"Thank you for letting us stay and play again," Komugi said with a small smile, her eyes shut. Killua had told her many times that he didn't mind if she kept her eyes open, it didn't bother him that they didn't move much or looked in his direction. Yet, he later found out that it was a hard habit to break when many preferred that she kept her blind eyes shut.
"No problem," Taking the board, Killua crouched down and placed it in the special spot that had been made for it, which was under the register. Getting back up, he leaned against the counter, a smirk coming to his face as he looked over at Meruem, "You made me fifty today,"
Killua watched Meruem scowl, but he knew the other wasn't offended. With each loss, it only caused Meruem to want to become better, and try even harder to break down Komugi's defenses in the next game that was to come. Simply because the older male was the leader of a gang, it didn't mean that he didn't have friends, a heart or could be joked around with. It just meant that one had to be a little more careful and that they had to use the right words and actions to express that it was a joke and by no means something to provoke the gang leader.
However, in Killua's case, the reason he could so easily joke with Meruem and had become friends with him, was because Meruem happened to know and had worked with Gon before. Along with that, Killua protected Komugi after some guys had tried to take her what she had. It was that event that caused the two white-haired adults to befriend each other, and for Meruem to have some respect for Killua. After all, the other had protected the one he loved without being asked, and not left her there like most people did because she was blind and had snot running down her nose.
Of course, there was a lot more to the friendship that Killua had with the couple. Yet, most of their interactions happened within the cake shop. They were also the first friends that Killua made without Gon having to introduce him. As well as the first few who hadn't pissed him off or brought up the fact that Killua was just the stranger that Gon married. If anything, Komugi had actually been really interested in how the two had met, she and Killua had sat for hours drinking tea while he went over everything. She was the only person who knew who he really was and that he had run away, besides Gon.
Killua wouldn't admit it, but Komugi had made it into his little family that he called home, along with her boyfriend Meruem.
"Heh…" Komugi rubbed the back of her head at Killua's comment, a shy blush coming to her pale face. She had never been one to take a compliment well. She still believed that she had a lot to learn. Feeling Meruem's hand grab her own, she smiled, her attention going from the white-haired male to her boyfriend, but the statement meant for both, "I look forward to playing again tomorrow."
"I'll have the usual order ready for when you come." Killua looked at the couple, taking in the sight. His thoughts going to when Meruem would ask Komugi to marry him. He felt it would be soon. Meruem had asked him about how he and Gon had made their own wedding work out. However, Killua had explained that it would be best to ask Gon since it had been Gon who asked him out and prepared everything. Knowing that Meruem had such an interest in mind, caused Killua feel that the couple would no longer be dating but engaged, if not married soon.
"Thank you, Killua." The young white-haired male nodded, before an eyebrow raised, the odd look that formed on Komugi's facial expression causing Killua a bit of worry. It seemed like something was bothering her, but he couldn't put a name to it, even when she spoke once again, "Also, Meruem noticed something odd,"
Turning his gaze to the slightly taller male, their eyes locked. In no time, Killua could feel a murderous intent from Meruem. It was strong, and sent a shiver down the white-haired teen's spine, even if it wasn't directed at him or anyone in the shop. However, as evil as it felt, it also hinted a strong sense of protection, especially as he spoke, magenta orbs never looking away from Killua's blue ones, "Someone's been looking at you through the window since we've got here."
"I know," Killua answered, a part of him glad that he hadn't been the only one to notice. He had thought he was going insane, but knowing now that Meruem and Komugi had also sensed it brought a bit of relief to the working teenager. The thing was, he hadn't been ready for the next words that left Komugi or that dark, overprotective aura that came from her. He didn't know, but to her, Killua was like a little brother she never had.
"We can do something about it, if you want," She suggested, Meruem nodding at her words. The gaze both had saying that the something they would do wasn't going to be talking to the person. They would more than likely make it so that the stranger was never seen or heard from again, with no signs or evidence of what really happened. Sometimes, Killua was positive that Komugi was much more sinister than Meruem, but only when it came to protecting the people she cared about.
With a laugh to ease the tension that had build up, Killua shook his head, "No, it is fine you two," He answered, his eyes still looking at Meruem's before shifting to Komugi's. In less than a few seconds, the look on Killua's face turned hard, his voice dark, "I'll handle it,"
"Alright," Meruem took in Killua's gaze and his words as a promise. He understood very well that Killua wasn't fragile. He had protected his lover after all and had heard quiet a bit from Gon about how Killua could easily take him down if wanted to. Meruem knew that Gon wasn't weak or would go easy on someone, even if he loved them. So with those two things being factored in, Meruem was sure that Killua would and could handle it. Still, that worry wouldn't leave Komugi until she knew that the other was safe. And if he were being honest with himself, Meruem would admit he felt the same.
"We're going to get going, take care Killua." Komugi waved while Meruem lead her along, who gave a nod instead to Killua. Opening the door, the couple went out, the bell that hung over the door notifying everyone. Most who worked there knowing that they would be back the next day for a few more games of Gungi.
"You too as well!" Killua waved back, even if he knew that the blind woman couldn't see his action as he watched the couple leave. He had four hours to go before he could head home. If that feeling of being watched didn't leave by then, someone was going to get punched in the face, if not worse. Killua wasn't fond of being watched by someone or something he didn't know.
Cleaning up the tables, Killua spoke with Keiji who was packing his bag to go and met up with his crazy owlish husband. Keiji too brought up that someone had been watching Killua, and had asked if he wanted him to call the police. After all, his best friend worked with the force. Killua once again rejected the offer, saying he could take care of it. With a nod and a few kind words, the author left the small cake shop. Killua knew he would see him soon, and more than likely ask how things went.
Once the tables were all cleaned up, and it was about an hour away from closing, Mrs. Kurta told Killua that he could leave and she would handle the rest. The white-haired teen hadn't been too happy leaving her with all the work, but she gave him that displeased mother stare, and Killua cracked. It was hard to say no to her.
Placing his thin sweater on, Killua slowly made his way out of the front door. Giving Kurapika's mother a two finger salute, he wished her a good night and to be safe. The feeling that someone was observing him was still there, and it caused Killua to hurry a little more than usual to the car. It wasn't in fear, but to avoid Mrs. Kurta from seeing anything if something did happen.
Luckily, it had been a good choice, because as soon as Killua was about turn to the parking lot for the employees, someone came out from hiding and stood before him, making it hard to get past. The person even had a bundle of red roses in their hands, "Excuse me, Killua?"
Making a face, the pale-haired male wondered who it was. Killua was pretty sure he didn't know the guy or had ever met him. He was also positive that he never gave this stranger his name. Trying to step to the right, and head to his car, Killua found the man moving in the same direction to block him, and it ticked Killua off. Taking in a deep sigh, Killua spoke, attempting to stay calm and not cause something, "Yeah, what do you want?"
"Hey," The man seemed almost shy while Killua looked at him a little closer. After a while, the light bulb in his mind lit up, making him want to cringe. He did know this guy; he was the one from the mailroom. He was also the guy who brought him flowers that one time he and Gon wanted to laze by the fan. Killua was more than sure he knew what the other wanted, but he wasn't affected.
Opening his mouth to tell him as much, the guy cut Killua off with his own words, "I know I haven't introduced myself properly, but I'm Olive. I live in the same apartment floor as you. I noticed that you moved in recently. I wanted to let you know that you're really beautiful and you have really caught my eye. I-I… Killua would love to take you out on a date."
"Ugh, no." Killua's tone was filled with disgust, and he couldn't hold back an eye roll. He had nothing against this Oliver guy (he did), but he wasn't worthy Killua's time. He also smelled liked cigarette smoke, and Killua could recall the way the guy had spoken to him the first time. He wasn't going to let this persona that the other was playing get the best of him. Plus, he was married to the best thing that had ever happened to him, which was Gon Freecss.
Crossing his arms over this chest, Killua looked right into the other's brown eyes and spoke bluntly to Olive, his voice not hiding his irritation. After all, Killua had made it clear twice that he wanted nothing to do with the other, but maybe the guy needed to hear it straight from Killua, "I'm not fucking interested. I would think after slamming the door in your face, you'd get the fucking point, Oliver."
"Olive," The guy corrected, before taking a step forward and pressing the roses against Killua, trying to get the teen to take them by force. This action caused Killua's clear blue eyes to thin in a dangerous fashion as he let his arms slide back to his sides, just in case he needed to protect himself.
Killua didn't trust the other, and he could see the same attitude the guy had shown the first time they met was making itself know once again. It was lucky that Olive didn't say anything about how that very look that Killua was giving him turned him on, because if he had, Killua would have found himself in prison for cutting the dude's dick off.
"Whatever, I don't have time for you." Killua rolled his eyes once again, deciding he was done with this man. Taking the flowers that were pressed against his chest, he walked a little to the side he threw them onto the street. Right before Olive's eyes, a car passing crushed them in seconds. The result causing an evil and amused smirk coming to Killua's face. If that wasn't enough to get the point, Killua would happily slam his fist against Olive's face.
"Killua, wait!" Olive called out, his hand taking a hold of Killua's wrist as the white-haired male began to walk away. He wasn't done talking to Killua. He was sure the other was just playing hard to get, if he tried hard enough, Killua would have no choice but to go on a date with him, right?
He was wrong, and Killua tried to make it clear once again. However, this time, he couldn't hold back his screams of anger or the fury that was building up simply because the jerk couldn't get a clue, "Let go of me!" Killua tired to pull his arm from Olive's hold, but the other gripped tighter, provoking Killua even more, "I don't have any idea who you are, but I'm not interested!"
"Please, listen!" Olive begged, getting nervous from the way Killua was struggling to break free from his hold. It didn't help that passing people were now starting to stare at them and talking to each other. Some going as far as to pull out their phones, ready to call for help if they felt that things were getting out of hand.
No longer caring if he was causing a disturbance, Killua shouted, managing to pull his arm out of Olive's grip. He was so close to punching the other in the face, but at the same time, he wanted to stay calm, because he knew if he didn't, he was going to do more than break the man's nose. Killua was to the point he wanted to break Olive's whole face in, "No! Leave me the fuck alone before I do something you're not going to like!" Killua warned.
"Please!" Olive begged again as he grabbed Killua's left arm this time. People were still watching them, but he stopped giving a fuck. He wanted Killua to date him, no matter what. He didn't care if Killua wasn't impressed with him, he'll make him! "I just want one date! I've complimented you and give you flowers twice! You owe me!"
It was Olive's last words that made Killua finally snap, "I DON'T OWE YOU A FUCKING THING!" Killua yanked his arm away, soon after using a large amount of force to punch Olive. The blow going straight into the other's face, breaking his nose and causing blood to drip and getting all over Killua's hand. Wiping the blood on his sweater, the teen looked down at Olive who had fallen to the floor from the impact, "I am also married! But I guess the fucking ring on my finger wasn't a big enough hint, was it?! Touch me again and I'll break your arms!"
"F-fuck! You son of a bitch!" Olive screamed as he tried to get up, one hand covering his bleeding nose. All he wanted to do at this point was hurt the pale teen for what he did. How dare Killua break his nose!
Sadly, some of the people who had been watching them were clapping. While others muttered how Olive had it coming, and if he called the cops, they were going to back up Killua. After all, he wouldn't have been punched in the face if he hadn't harassed the young in the first place.
Not enjoying the tone Olive used, Killua kicked him right in the gut, making sure the blow was solid. Satisfied when he saw more of Olive's blood drip to the floor, Killua walked away and toward the car he and Gon shared. Opening the door, he locked it and quickly messaged Gon that he was on his way. A part of him was happy he had been the one to beat up Olive and not Gon. If Gon had been there, Killua was sure that the spiky-haired male would have done far worse.
Starting the car, Killua turned up the radio before he pulled out. There was a giddy feeling in his tummy, he couldn't wait to tell Gon and laugh about it together.
Gon was standing by the stove, wooden spoon in hand as he cooked ground beef in the nonstick skillet. He didn't have work that night since he had an exam tomorrow early in the morning. His boss really cared about young people getting a higher education and would gladly give his workers a day off so they could study. It was this very reason Gon had the day off.
Gon hadn't wanted to take the day off, he was pretty sure that he would do fine on his exam. Killua had been helping him a lot with studying and understanding his school materials. It was really amazing just how smart his husband was, even more, astonishing just how well he was at explaining things so simply that Gon could actually comprehend them easily.
However, Gon guessed that he could take this time to relax and be with Killua, rather than studying. Pouring tomato sauce into the now browned beef, Gon sighed as he mixed the beef and the sauce, seconds later perking up as he heard the sound of the front door being unlocked. Pulling away from the stove, Gon poked his head out of the kitchen and called out, tone a bit questioning, "Killua?"
"Yo!" A grin came to Killua's face as he entered the small apartment that he called home. Shutting the door, the teen quickly locked the door and then began to slip off his shoes. Taking a deep breath, the scent of what Gon was making for dinner entered his sense of smell, making his mouth water a little.
Not a lot of people knew this, but Gon was a pretty good cook nowadays. When Killua had first met him online, Gon had admitted he didn't know a thing about making a meal. As the years went by, and the closer Gon was to turning eighteen and leave off for college, Mito began to teach him at least the basics.
Killua could recall how Gon would whine how he didn't need to learn to cook and could easily live off ramen noodles. Yet, over time, Gon started to really enjoy cooking. All Killua could inwardly think was how he was glad at least one of them would know how to cook. He did not want to leave off of ramen noodles and take out for the rest of his married life.
Perhaps, Killua too should have learned how to prepare food. He had wanted too, and he did learn a little. Still, it wasn't much, because he knew that his mother would start to question him about it. Wanting to learn to cook would mean that Killua wanted to leave home. At least that's what it would have meant to his mother. Killua didn't want her to think that, and that was why he tried not to do anything that would make her think he wanted to leave one day.
It was that fear that lead Killua to hold back on a bit on things he wanted to do and learn. Of course, now that he was away from home, he could learn so many things. He felt lucky that Gon too was happy to learn something new with him, and that the people around him were more than willing to teach him or lend him a hand.
"You're home early," Gon began, his eyes going wide as he spotted blood smeared on Killua's thin sweater that he was taking off. Quickly feeling a rise of panic, the older teen began to yell, worry deeply laced with each work that was spoken, "What the fuck happened to you?! There's blood on your sweater!"
"Huh?" Killua gave Gon a strange look as he felt the other's amber eyes on him. Looking down at the sweater he had been working on taking off, he spotted what his husband was talking about. "Oh, this…"
Before Killua could even explain himself, Gon was before him, his hands on Killua's pale face, examining and searching for anything that shouldn't be there, "Did you get into a fight?" The teen asked, amber orbs locking with clear blue ones that gave a shine of puzzlement.
"Nah," Killua answered with haste, hands pulling Gon's away from his face that had an annoyed expression making it. The pale teen didn't really enjoy when someone tried mothering him, especially when it was Gon of all people, "Hey, stop it, Gon! You're acting like a worried parent,"
With furrowed eyebrows, Gon's gaze turned hard, "Won't be if you told me how you got blood on you," His voice was deep, causing Killua to swallow hard. It was enough to let Killua know that Gon was very worried about him.
Sometimes, Killua believed that Gon worried about him too much and that within time Gon would get annoyed or tired of having to worry about Killua all the time. At the same time, Killua knew that would never happen. It was the way that Gon spoke and looked at him that told Killua as much. Killua just couldn't help but think otherwise, despite what was there before him.
People changed all the time… did they not?
Brushing such negative thoughts from within him, Killua decided to explain the blood. It was the best way to ease Gon from the worry he was feeling over him, "Remember that guy with the flowers?" Killua asked while putting his sweater on the white tiled counter.
Gon tilted his head, "You mean Olive from like three or four doors down?" He asked, thinking back to that summer afternoon and that jab of jealousy he felt when he saw the lovely flowers in Killua's arms. The same flowers that went right into the trash, and caused Gon to grin like a fool. The envy he had been feeling getting crushed because Killua so easily proved that he wasn't interested in anyone, but him.
"Yeah, that fucker," Killua turned his back to face the counter, before jumping and sitting on it. His eyes watching Gon, the raven-haired male back by the stove and making sure their meal wouldn't burn. The aroma what escaped filling the home and causing Killua's tummy to let out a small noise of hunger.
"What about him?" Gon made a face, hand clenching the wooden spoon in his hand tightly. He wasn't thinking anything bad about Killua like most would of their partners. His thoughts never crossed to believing that his husband was interested in the other person or was cheating on him.
No, the idea that came into Gon's mind was that Olive had hurt Killua. A burning anger filling him if that was the case. He didn't care who Olive was; anyone who hurt Killua would pay. To Gon, Killua was too kind and selfless to go around getting harmed by others. His husband had enough of that growing up, and he wouldn't let that continue as long as Killua didn't leave him. Even if the other did, Gon would still protect Killua, because his love was eternal and would never burn out.
Leaning against the cabinet, Killua sighed and began to clarify, "He was waiting for me after work, and tried to get me to go on a date with him. After telling him no more than enough times, I decided to break his nose and kick when while he was down," Killua stared right at Gon, his gaze hard. He had a good idea what Gon was thinking. He was sure that the spike-haired teen wanted to beat Olive for that he did, but he wasn't going to let it happen. Killua could take care of himself.
Looking harder at Gon, he didn't let his dark stare soften until the tan male sighed and looked away. It was only then that Killua's clear eyes shined with love again because he knew Gon wouldn't do anything. This made Killua happy. He didn't want Gon to getting into trouble over him. Gon already had a bad record; he didn't need to add to it for his sakes.
"So, that blood is his?" Gon asked after a while as he added the tomato sauced meat into the pot that had cooked spaghetti noodles inside. There was a small smile on his face as the mixed everything up. It smelled great, and he knew Killua thought the same, as the white-haired teen shifted closer to where the stove was.
"Pretty much," Killua reached into the pot to get some of the spaghetti. In seconds Killua was forced to pulled back his hand, and nurse it, all because Gon without mercy had smacked his hand with a wooden spoon. It didn't hurt very much, but Killua didn't want to get hit again. Due to this, he was forced to wait until Gon was done with their meal.
Poking his tongue out at Killua, Gon laughed when the other did the same. The air around them became lighter and playful, Gon speaking without much thought as he added a bit of spices to their meal, and mixing it in, "Good! Maybe, he'll stop bothering you,"
"Oh?" Killua raised his brow, his body leaning forward with each word he spoke, the look in his eye full of mischief, "Are you jealous of Oliver?"
"…Ah," Gon froze for a moment, unsure of what to say. Killua was right, he had been, and maybe he still was. It was hard not to be when he knew someone else liked Killua. He knew and was positive that Killua would never leave him. Still, the feeling of envy was there, and it was hard to throw them out. Even so, Gon shook his head as he turned off the stove and took a few steps back, soon after trying to seem like his next word wasn't a lie, "Nope,"
Catching the lie right away, Killua's smirk grew wider. "You are~" Killua whispered teasingly, blue eyes locked with Gon's amber ones that failed to hide the truth of his jealousy. It might have seemed awful, but knowing that Gon could feel envy, brought a new burn to the flame of love that he felt for Gon.
"Mmm, maybe a little," The spiky-haired teen admitted, a glimmer in his eyes. The confession was causing him feel rather free and liberated. It might have also been the way that Killua's whole face lit up at his words, as if proud that Gon could and did feel jealousy. Walking over to Killua, who was still sitting on the counter, Gon's hands took hold of his husband's face. With a smile, he leaned forward, his lips meeting with Killua's in a chase kiss.
With the sound of Killua's tummy called out, Gon laughed as he pulled away. The red blush on Killua's face making Gon kiss his husband again and again with small quick peaks that the younger teen returned right back. Soon both were laughing, and sharing tiny kisses, until Gon broke it all with a line of speech, "Let's eat,"
As the two ate their meal that Gon had created, Killua ended up going into further detail of how he had broke Olive's nose, before Gon had asked. Killua went on about how he hadn't put much force into his punch, and that the guy must have been pretty weak if one of his weaker punches could make him bleed a river.
Gon found it funny, he knew very well that Killua would pack a punch. Whenever he and his husband would wrestle or fight for fun in the living room or bedroom, Killua never failed to leave Gon a few bruises on his skin. Obviously, Killua never went unscratched either. After all, sometimes their playful fights became full-on competitions to see who could beat whom.
At the moment, Killua was winning. However, Gon didn't plan for it to stay that way for long. He really loved Killua. The other made life fun and he wouldn't have it any other way. Yet, something in the back of his mind told him that their marriage was going to experience more difficulties they would need to over come together…
Killua walked out of the bedroom in nothing but a plain shirt and some dark shorts. There was a book in his hands that he had bought earlier that day from a bookstore that had opened nearby his work. He was already one-fourth in, but he had to pause his reading so that he could take a short catnap. Working two full-time jobs really tired him out.
Sitting on the couch, Killua re-opened the novel on the page he last left off, his gaze only leaving the words when he heard Gon come out of the shower. Making a face, Killua quickly began to complain, already having enough of Gon's God damn stupid beard, "You seriously need to shave, you're starting to look as bad as that trash can you call father."
Stroking his unshaved chin, Gon raised a brow, "I kinda like this look on me," He confessed, watching as Killua gave him a look that could only be explained as him being completely done with Gon and his bullshit.
"I didn't get married to trash," Killua went off as he shut his book. Right now was not the time to read. He needed Gon to shave. It was just too strange for Killua to look at his husband and be reminded of Ging. It was amazing just how similar both men were when it came to appearance. Although, Gon was a bit taller than Ging, and Killua was sure that Gon's eye color was much richer in amber.
Walking over so that he was closer to Killua, Gon leaned down a bit, a smirk on his lips, "Admit it, I'm good looking trash," He teased, only for a couch pillow to hit him square in the face. It didn't hurt at all. If anything, it caused him to let out a hearty air of laughter.
"Please go shave," Killua frowned, his eyes going back to the pages of his book that he had reopened. He honestly couldn't see why Gon was being stubborn about this. It wasn't like shaving was a pain in the ass. Alright, it was, Killua couldn't stand shaving every other day. Still, he preferred his smooth face than having an ugly five o'clock shadow that Gon was sporting.
Getting closer to Killua, Gon smiled. Soon he was on top of his lover who was sitting on the couch, "No! If I do, I won't be able to do this anymore~!" He answered, his face close to Killua's. Gon's amber eyes shimmered brightly, taking in the quickly panic that filled Killua's wider blue ones as if knowing what was about to occur.
Yet, that didn't stop Gon from rubbing his chin against Killua's smooth, pale face, earning a laugh from his husband. There was something about the tiny hairs on his chin that made Killua burst out into uncontrollable fits of laughter each time that they met with his skin. Gon always got the riches sounds when he rubbed their faces together. This was why he sometimes didn't shave, simply to listen to Killua's laughter.
Killua, on the other hand, didn't appreciate it, "Gon, s-stop" He screamed, the tone laced heavily with laughter, causing it to sound more playful than mean. Although the white-haired male would never admit it, he didn't mind when Gon did this. He liked the feeling of having Gon so close to him. As well as the playful manner that his face touched Killua's, and most of all, he loved the way that Gon's tiny chuckles would mix with his own.
"I rather not, I love your laughter," Gon admitted without shame, his fingers now running along Killua's ticklish sides. He could feel the book the other had been reading digging into his tummy, but he didn't mind it much. He was sure, Killua wouldn't be too happy if it was damaged, but right now he didn't care. He'll deal with the consequences when they came.
Breathing heavily, Killua tried to catch his breath. Gon was still moving his fingers along his sensitive sides while his beard rubbed along the lower half of his face, making it difficult to do anything but snicker. Luckily, Gon gave him a little break, allowing him to take a deep breath and let out a line of speech, "Saying sappy things is not going to change my mind!" He barked, letting Gon know that he still wanted him to get his ass into the bathroom and shave.
"What was that? It's hard to understand you when you're laughing." Gon called out, in seconds going back to attacking Killua's ribs. Killua squirmed in Gon's grip and tried to break free. Which was hard, since Gon was completely on top of Killua's form.
"Gon! Stop!" Killua gasped, his laughs turning into coughs. His face was red and his lungs felt like they were losing oxygen and burning. The younger teen wouldn't admit it, but he was having fun. Sure, he needed some air, and his stomach was aching, but he didn't mind since he was enjoying himself with Gon.
Taking note of how Killua was beginning to feel, Gon stopped and took Killua into a hug. His head now on his husband's chest, listening to the way Killua's heart was beating wildly as his chest would rise and fall quickly, "I love you," Gon whispered, his eyes shutting and enjoying just being there with Killua.
With his heavy breathing finally under control, Killua took his hands and began to play with Gon's hair. He gently stroked the wide locks, watching them do go down before popping back up into the wild spikes that normally was Gon's hair, "Does that mean you're going to shave?" Killua asked, getting Gon to look up and their eyes to meet each other.
"Yes, only because work wouldn't be too happy if I came in looking like Ging. They would kick me out thinking I'm him if I did," Gon grinned, but didn't make a move to get off Killua just yet. He wanted a little more time before he had to deal with the painful task of shaving.
Rising a white brow, Killua gave Gon a glance, before questioning, "Ging goes to the strip club?" It seemed a bit odd to ask, but Killua knew that Ging was well known around town. He was pretty infamous. However, Killua was a bit surprised to hear that he would go to Gon's workplace. It was a club for straight men, and as far as Killua knew, Ging was pretty gay. There had to be some sort of catch.
"Sometimes," Gon shrugged, not thinking much about it. He didn't question what Ging did. The man was old enough to make his own life choices, and he didn't want to nag his father in the same way that his aunt did. Plus, Gon was pretty sure Ging only went because he worked there, "I give him my free drinks, so it's a win-win for him."
"You're not of age to drink, Gon," Killua kept running his fingers along Gon's hair. Killua knew a lot about Gon's job, and it didn't bother him where he worked. However, this was the first time he heard anything about alcohol, and it got him intrigued.
"Boss says I can drink as long as I don't get into trouble outside of the nightclub," Gon admitted; his eye shut once again as he enjoyed the way that Killua ran fingers through his hair.
"Are you?" Killua wanted to know, but not for any negative reason. He was simply curious about it.
"I've had a few, when I first started," Gon told Killua, not worried the other would be displeased. If anything, he could see the gleam in the Killua's eyes as Gon went on with his explanation, "But I rather not work while intoxicated."
Grinning, Killua took Gon's face into his hands and raised it up, their lips only millimeters away, "I want to see you drunk," He confessed, already getting excited. He wished to witness what Gon was like when he was intoxicated.
Thinking along the same lines, Gon spoke, "Only if you plan to drink with me," He whispered, soon after sealing his lips against Killua's in a brief kiss. Only to pull away to nuzzle his husband's cheek.
"Can you even buy alcohol?" Killua inquired, Gon's lips now kissing his cheeks lightly. The touches of Gon's beard making Killua giggle a little as he tired to keep their conversation serious.
"Yup," Gon pulled back, finally making his way off Killua. He wanted nothing more than to shave and go off to get them something to drink. Spend the rest of the night drinking with Killua and learn something new about each other. "I can get a bottle or two from work."
"Go shave, we can party later." Killua picked up his book once again, not watching as Gon left. There was a giddy feeling in his tummy that he couldn't get rid of. Getting tired of the emotion, Killua ended up placing his book on the coffee table and getting up to do something that would relax him while Gon did what he needed.
Shaving didn't take too long for Gon. What had taken a bit was getting dressed and calling up his boss asking if he could go over and take some alcohol. Gon's boss had been enthusiastic. It wasn't every day that Gon wanted to drink, and his boss had always encouraged his employees to drink. It might have been because he was at least a bit drunk while on the job. Gon didn't know, but at least he had taken care of the task of getting Killua and himself something to intoxicate themselves with.
Heading over to the living room where his shoes where at, Gon let out a loud scream as he took in Killua's face, and what had happened to it, "Killua! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE!? YOU'RE ALL GREEN!"
"Shut it, Freecss!" Killua snared, his right eye twitching, but he didn't move. He would have to teach Gon a lesson after he was done with his face treatment. He was also far too relaxed to give his lover a piece of his mind. "I know you're faking the horror."
"Can't help it, you look like some puffy haired alien with that silly mask of yours on." Gon put on his shoes, which was followed by his jacket. His eyes never truly left Killua's form; find it funny how pretty Killua still looked even if he had green gunk on his face. It caused Gon to wonder just what it would take to make Killua look unattractive. Nothing came to mind. There was nothing in the world that could cause such a thing, "I'm pretty sure you're just wasting your time putting them on. I bet they don't even work."
"Stop talking," Blue eyes shot open, casting a glare at the older teen rather quickly. If there was anything that annoyed Killua, it was how Gon liked to make fun of his facemasks. That was the very reason why more often than not, Gon either got the toilet flushed while he was in the shower or flicked harshly on the forehead. Once, Killua had gone as far as to hog all the blankets at night.
Still, Gon didn't learn. Killua guessed, that he needed to take a different approach to get Gon to understand. That was why his next words came out in the form that they did, "You have no right to make fun of me when you haven't even tried this. I'm sure if you did, you'd like it,"
Thankfully, it had caused Gon to get worked up. After all, Gon Freecss never turned down a challenge, and the way that Killua's tone had been was enough to let Gon know that his words meant just that, "Is that a challenge?" Gon asked and stood a little taller, forgetting all about the fact that he had been getting ready to go pick them up some alcohol from the nightclub that he bartended at.
"Maybe it is, Gon Freecss," Killua purred out, a smirk playing on his lips. He didn't have to take a look at Gon to know he had his lover where he wanted him. It was evident in Gon's words that he was going to do what he had to so that he could prove Killua wrong.
True to Killua's thoughts, Gon admitted just that, "Alright! I'll give it a try and prove that you're wasting your time with these," Gon announced, a frown on his face.
Getting up from the couch he was laying on, Killua walked off to the kitchen and began to make the facemask. He didn't bother taking his own off. He still needed to wait about ten more minutes before he could wash it off. Getting the mixture done, the white-haired teen instructed Gon to lie down. Gon had been a bit reluctant when he saw the strange green mix in the blow but did so because he knew he had to prove Killua incorrect.
Once was mix was all over Gon's face, Killua told Gon, he would have to wait at least twenty minutes before he could take it off. Gon hadn't been too amused to hear that, but he also didn't want to back out on the challenge. Lying down on the floor next to Gon, Killua went back to relaxing or he tried to at least.
It had only been about two minutes that Killua heard Gon's call out from above him, "Killua…" Gon whined loudly, getting a bit fidgety. His mind going a hundred miles a minute, thinking of how it was even possible for Killua to lay there so still and not get bored.
This was nothing like the meditations that they would do together. Gon could easily sit for hours next to Killua in silents. However, this, he couldn't. It might have been the fact that the strange paste on his face felt funny, and made it hard for him to consecrate on anything but the way it felt as it started to dry up.
"What?" Killua asked, not really needing to know what was going on. He had a good idea, but it was always best hearing it what was the matter from Gon's lips. Killua felt closer when Gon so easily told him, and it made him feel like he too could tell Gon things, even if they were pretty much trivial.
"Can I take it off now?" Gon grumbled a bit louder while he shifted. He was on his side; his amber eyes looking right at Killua who had his eyes shut and looked so relaxed, even as he spoke.
"Not yet," Killua's eyes opened slowly and locked right with Gon's. A small smile came to his face as he began to stand. It was about time he went off to take off the mask from his face.
Up on his own two feet, Killua ran his hand along Gon's hair, letting him know why he couldn't go wash up as well, "It hasn't even been five minutes." He leaned down and quickly kissed Gon's lips, before taking off in the direction of the bathroom.
"Ugh…" Another whine came from the tan male. This time, it wasn't because he couldn't take the gunk off, but due to Killua leaving him. Sighing, Gon shut his eyes again and began to attempt to relax. He decided he was going to take the same approach he always did when meditating, and lucky as time clicked by, it began to work.
Coming back from the bathroom, face now clear, Killua went back to where Gon was. Shifting his husband's legs up, Killua sat down on the couch, in moments Gon placing his legs across Killua's lap. The two stayed on the couch for a while. Killua started to mess with Gon's shoelaces and Gon enjoying being near Killua.
It was after fifteen minutes had passed that Killua finally spoke up, "All right, you can take it off now." He laughed a little at how quickly Gon had perked up and opened his eyes. It was even funnier how fast the strong teen was up on his feet and making his way to the bathroom.
Still sitting on the couch, the book that had been forgotten about back in Killua's hand, the teen suddenly heard his lover scream, "Oh my god!"
"What?" Killua yelled out, a bit worried. He couldn't tell if Gon's screamed had been because he was excited or something had gone awfully wrong; like Gon getting an allergic reaction to one of the items that had been used to make the face mask. Which was impossible, but still the idea was in the back of Killua's mind.
"Killua! My face is so smooth!" Gon screamed, rushing over to his husband who was lying on the couch. Throwing himself on the other's lap, Gon pulled the book away from Killua's hand, taking his lover's pale digits and pressing them again his face as he spoke loudly, eyes bright with awe, "FEEL IT!"
"What did I tell you?" Killua laughed, running his fingers along Gon's really smooth skin. The feel of it tickling his digits, making him want to do nothing more than pull Gon in and kiss him once again.
However, that wasn't an option as Gon yelled some more, that excitement still heavily laced in his words, "Not that it would be this smooth!"
"Whatever," Killua rolled his eyes, gently pushed Gon away from him. A prideful smirk came to his lips as he looked at Gon, the teen looking right at him like he knew what Killua was going to speak out, "Do you like it now?"
"Ugh…" Gon rubbed the back of his neck, teeth biting into his bottom lip. He didn't want to admit that Killua was right. Of course, that wasn't an option, Killua wouldn't let hear the end of it until he admitted it, "About that…"
"Stop stalling, Gon," Just as Gon had predicted, Killua gave Gon a glare. The very stare saying that he better fess up or he'll find himself without blankets and a cuddle buddy that night.
Swallowing hard, Gon gave in, "Fine, I like them." He confessed, getting off Killua as he suddenly recalled why he had gotten ready in the first place. It was also an excuse to escape, but not before he gave his lover a full confession, "BUT! It's not something I'll do always. Maybe once in a while, since I like sitting next to you in silence."
Rolling his blue eyes, Killua shook his head, "Sap," He muttered, before pointing at the door and speaking up much louder and demanding, "Go get use those drinks you promised. I want to see you plastered."
Gon, with haste, kissed Killua and headed out the door. With a wave, the door shut, Killua left there smiling and thinking about how the hell he got so lucky to have a guy like Gon fall for him. Maybe he'll ask once they had one too many drinks.
Ah! Finally, I updated. I apologize for taking so bloody long. I've been all over the place and very busy to be honest. I've recently moved to a temporary home, and all my stuff is in storage. I will be moving again once we find a place in San Jose (who knows when that'll be). I have no idea when I'll find the time to update again. However, I am trying to work on both stories I got going on. I hope you all can have some patience with me. Um, that's about it all I got to say. Thank you, everyone, who has commented on this story. It really keeps me going, and gives me great motivation when I'm stuck in a runt. For anyone interested, you can find me on tumblr: moreishines. Feel free to message or talk to me! I try to get on at least twice a day. Once again, thank you all!