Killua awoke the next morning with an enormous yawn. He looked down at Gon, who had glued himself to Killua in the night. The Valkyrie grinned, and pushed Gon off. It took a hell of a lot of effort, Gon's arms just tightened when he felt himself losing his grip on Killua.
The Valkyrie pushed against Gon's chest with his legs, shoving him to the other side of the pull out couch–
And onto the floor.
Gon yelled in surprise as he crashed to the floor, and Killua burst out laughing.
"What was that for?!" Gon complained, stumbling to stand on his knees and using the pull out couch for balance.
Killua giggled, laying on his side as he gazed over at Gon. "I thought it was time to wake up~"
I guess my love language is annoying the shit out of you until you crack under the pressure and give me attention.
"Well you didn't have to push me off the bed, you jerk," Gon pouted, sticking out his tongue as he climbed back up. Killua's shoulders were still shaking with laughter as he watched Gon spitefully slam himself down on his side, glaring playfully at him from across the bed.
The silver haired menace stuck his leg back over towards Gon, and started pushing him off the edge again.
"Wha– hey!" Gon exclaimed, starting to laugh as he struggled to gain purchase. Killua's stomach was starting to hurt, he was laughing so much. He extended both legs and shoved against Gon's chest in one big push.
The hybrid squeaked as he slipped back over the edge, but he managed to grab onto Killua's ankles and proceeded to pull Killua down after him. The Valkyrie was pulled down onto Gon's chest. That had to have hurt, Killua was skinny but that didn't mean he was light.
"You are being a menace this morning," Gon accused, poking Killua's forehead. The assassin grinned, pushing against his finger. His tail swished lazily behind him, knocking against the side of the bed and the legs of the chair.
"Well what was I supposed to do?" Killua giggled, "Let you sleep? Unheard of."
Gon cracked a breathless laugh, and then grabbed onto Killua's waist. He lifted the Valkyrie fully off of him, holding him up in the air as if it was nothing. "That would have been nice, yeah."
Killua opened his mouth to respond, but Gon tossed him back onto the bed. The Valkyrie exclaimed in surprise, and then yelled in over exaggerated fear when Gon launched himself into the air. The hybrid crashed down next to Killua, the bed creaking in agony.
"You're like a cat," Gon snickered, swiftly dodging Killua's legs again. "Knocking things over just for the sake of being annoying!" He climbed on top of Killua, pinning him against the bed to keep him from knocking things off again (namely Gon himself).
"Am I really like a cat?" Killua asked, straining his arms against Gon's hold and failing to free himself. "I don't see it~"
"Well for one," Gon started, leaning down and rubbing his jaw against Killua's hair. "You're so soft and fluffy," he cooed into Killua's ear. "Just like a kitten."
Killua swished his tail, holding the barb threateningly against Gon's jugular. "Soft and fluffy? What part of certain death is soft and fluffy?" he asked playfully.
"You also have a tail," Gon pointed out, fearlessly grabbing Killua's tail and pulling it away from his neck.
Killua took his chance to try and switch their positions, but Gon dropped down to lay fully over him, trapping him. Killua grumpily blew his bangs out of his eyes. Defeat.
Gon snickered, "You also hate hugs!"
"Not all cats hate hugs," Killua shot back, giving a lackluster attempt to shove Gon off of him.
"But the grumpy ones do!" the hybrid chirped, flicking the tip of Killua's nose.
The Valkyrie sneezed. "Asshole! You know that makes me sneeze!" he complained, slapping Gon in the arm with the flat end of his tail.
"But your sneeze is so cute!" he whined. Killua's shoving hands against his head were the only things keeping Gon from using Killua's face as a pillow. He'd gone completely limp, his dead weight stubborn and unmoving.
"I am not cute!" Killua declared, feeling his cheeks start to heat up.
Gon all but squealed, "Aw, now you're blushing! So adorable!"
Killua growled in warning, squirming to try and hide his face. Why did his plans always have to backfire?
The Valkyrie huffed, and threaded his hand through Gon's hair. He scratched his fingers along the hybrid's touch scalp, petting him like a damn dog. The result was immediate, and Gon flopped down, a heavy purr rising in his throat. He scooted down a little so he could rest his head on Killua's chest.
Killua scoffed, "If anyone's a cat it's you. You purr, demand attention at the most inconvenient of times, yell at me when I don't feed you on time, and love to be scratched behind the ears."
"S'just a natural weak spot," Gon argued, words slurred and relaxed.
The Valkyrie laughed, affection buzzing in his chest. Gon was just too much sometimes.
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Ging and Pariston lay in the other room, grumpily listening to the younger two wrestle around on the bed. Well, Ging was the one who was grumpy. Pariston was just feeding off of Ging's annoyance and having the time of his life.
"I don't know what the fuck I did, but they got worse," Ging complained, glaring in Gon and Killua's direction as if his eyes held lasers that could zap them through the walls.
"I don't think you did anything," Pariston pointed out cheerfully. Ging glared over at the Demon, flipping him off. The blonde merely laughed.
Of course Ging had done something! He'd been constantly bugging them about their relationship! He had definitely been the reason they'd started flirting this much. And it was really fucking annoying!
Gon boisterous laughter echoed through the room, followed by a playful snarl from Killua.
Ging's fists clenched. He was so close to either shoving pillows into his ears or yelling at them to stop. But he'd learned that yelling at them to stop would only serve to make them even more annoying. Rather than trying to annoy each other, they'd start loudly trying to annoy Ging instead.
It was like Ging was lugging two untrained dogs around. Seriously! Those two were always causing trouble. They were always chasing each other around, wrestling, stealing off each other's plates, fighting, and not to mention whatever the fuck they were doing in that bed right now!
But of course they weren't hurrying up and confessing already. Ging really didn't get it! Did they seriously think that the other didn't like them back?! Come on! The feeling was clearly mutual! How much proof did they need that their feelings were reciprocated?! Were they really that scared of rejection?!
Ging sighed grumpily and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Thank Gods it's Friday," he grumbled. "We're landing on Thyrane today. They'll be forced to act civilized and we'll finally get a fucking break from their mAtiNg RitUaLs, or whatever the hell– WOULD YOU CUT IT OUT?!" Ging yelled, finally snapping.
There was silence from the other side of the room, and then two conspirative snickers.
"Oh! Sorrryyyy Ging!" Gon called out.
Oh, fuck. Now he'd done it.
Pariston gave Ging a look, "Well now you've done it."
"Oh, shut up!" Ging exclaimed, swiftly kicking Pariston off the edge of the bed.
