What a bunch of morons. Killua was always placed in two categories. Beautifully ugly, or hideously pretty. The sneers and stares... no one could love someone worthless like him...
The way Gon tells him he's beautiful. It's a stake right to the heart.
The moonlight drawn in from the window is blocked from Killua's view, Gon's larger frame casting a shadow. To Killua Gon is the moonlight himself. Shinning in the dark when Killua needs him most. A light to keep the nightmares away, wrap him in a cool, comforting hug.
Gon towers over him by a good few feet, Killua having to strain his neck so his striking blue eyes can meet Gon's amber eyes, specks of red near the center of his iris. A sign he needed blood.
Something Killua was more than willing to provide.
A strong hand grasps under his chin, light as a feather as if Killua is made of glass, a light touch pressed against his cheek, long nails scratching ever so lightly, and tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. His hair bathed in moonlight despite being shielded by it.
"Killua... can I?"
Killua doesn't miss the way Gon's adam's apple bobs, his fingers shaking...
Killua's cheeks are painted a pretty shade of crimson, the only sign of blood pumping through his veins, asides from his rosy lips.
Gon's eyes dilate, and Killua rolls his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows.
"You don't have to ask every time, idiot! I don't want to help Zushi lug your stupid ass to the nurse's office!"
Gon scratches the back of his neck, a chuckle rumbling from his chest, heavy and deep but somewhat childish, making Killua's heart flutter.
Gon slowly moves his fingers down, trailing them lightly against Killua's pale neck, tilting his head for better access, dipping down. His teeth graze against the younger's neck, making him shiver, shutting those brilliant blue eyes.
Searching for the perfect sweet soft of flesh, he digs his canines in one harsh bite. To cause as little pain as possible no matter how Killua was used to it. He drops his other hand around Killua's thin waist, just in case the younger started to feel lightheaded.
Suckling the blood lightly, warmth and strength flooding back into his body as he keeps an attentive eye and ear on Killua, listening to his quiet shuddered breaths and whimpers. Tugging back when they start to become more labored, blood dripping down his chin.
"Lulu? Are you okay?"
Gon moves his hand from Killua's head, letting the other grip it weakly, eyelids slowly fluttering open, breathing still ragged, and eyes glazed over.
The smaller boy shakes his head, concern sparking in Gon's eyes, although his muscles make his lips twitch up slightly in a smile. Killua would usually play it off... so for him to even so much as make a gesture, it must've been the twenty thousand roses he left at Killua's apartment! Although... at the time, Killua had called him in a rage about how he couldn't even get into the bathroom...
Gon sweeps Killua up easily, hooking an arm under his legs, the other resting near his shoulder.
Killua yelps, grasping at Gon's thin t-shirt, a mumble of protest falling from his lips, weakly.
"Hey. It's okay, let this idiot take care of you, okay?"
Reluctantly Killua sinks into Gon's large warm frame, relaxing. A breathy whisper stuck in his throat untangled.
"You... won't... collapse in the gym now, right? I feel bad for Zushi..."
Gon's chest vibrates, Killua's eyes slowly starting to slip closed, as if it's a lullaby...
"I won't."
Gon doesn't speak further, letting Killua rest, dipping his head down, and raising his boyfriend, so he can lightly kiss his forehead, smiling fondly.
All the ways he told Killua he was beautiful without saying a word.