AN: we've had SO many internal angsty gay monologues for Killua, it's about time GON had a turn!
Unlike their room on the Black Whale, their apartment on this ship had separate bedrooms, allowing Gon and Killua to sleep in an actual bed rather than a pull out couch. It was rather ironic, that the Black Whale had been loads nicer than this hunk of junk yet still managed to have the sucker boarding arrangements. Though Gon supposed Ging and Pariston had only planned for two of them to stay in the room on the Black Whale.
Artificial morning had rolled over about two hours ago, signaled with the lights and heaters being switched back on in the hallways and public spaces. Killua was still sound asleep, tangled up in the blankets with Gon's stolen pillow snuggled against his chest as always.
Gon was watching him sleep… like the total lovesick idiot that he was.
Killua was just so peaceful in slumber. His face would fall slack, his brows completely relaxed and his mouth cracked open with that adorable little string of drool slipping out the corner. He snored lightly, though it echoed in his throat much like a mild growl. His hair was mussed from squirming in the night, and the folds of the pillow case were leaving creases in the flawless skin of his cheek.
Killua really was the most beautiful being Gon had ever encountered.
He'd always known that Valkyries possessed an ethereal beauty about them, but he'd never really understood what that meant until he'd had Killua right before him. Killua's eyes were like the ocean, his skin flawless like snow. His hair was silver like the stars, and his body was slender and graceful. He was built for the skies, and Gon built to walk the land.
It felt like Killua was too perfect for this world, like he should be traversing the regal peaks of a faraway mountain range rather than trekking through the muddy ruts of this world with the likes of Gon.
Measuring himself up to Killua brought Gon pride and sadness at the same time.
Pride because he could call this incredible being his own, but sadness because he knew that Killua deserved so much more. He was literal royalty, Royal Grade humanoids were built differently. They were stronger, had higher aura and Blood Magic capacities. They were regal, pushed and one's instincts to follow them, listen. Obey.
Killua was everything Gon wasn't, a Prince. A high ranking being. A picture of perfection. A flawless existence in this world, so innocent yet so dark at the same time. He was so dangerous, could kill with a meager flick of his tail… yet the faint color that tinted his cheeks whenever Gon got too close spoke of a blank slate. An innocence that Gon had long since destroyed in himself.
Gon was scared that if he flew too close, it wouldn't be himself that would break apart, but Killua. Killua was so perfect, and Gon was so flawed. Of course, a broken thing like himself would become infatuated with a pristine image like Killua. Sure, he had a few scuffed around the edges, a few tears sealed up with hastily sewn patches, but at least he wasn't tattered. Stained. Soiled.
Killua was so light… and Gon was nothing but darkness in comparison to him.
Yet Gon always wanted to stray closer… he wanted to be blinded by that sparkling light.
So whenever a shadow passed over Killua's sparkling surface, he always caught on immediately. This place was weighing on Killua, putting a shadow over his mind. Gon could see it in his eyes, he hated that damned mask. The restraints. He hated that he accepted them so… hated that he still thought he deserved them.
Gon had to prove him wrong.
He had to show Killua that he was more than the sum of his flaws, that he was perfect just the way he was, and that he would always, always have somewhere to come home to.
Gon.
He'd have Gon to come home to.
Killua had talked longingly to Gon about how he'd felt as if he'd never had a true home… that he envied Gon for having a safe little island, secluded from the rest of the world, to come home to. Even as flawed as Whale Island was… it paled in comparison to Kukuroo Mountain. They'd agreed on that fact in full.
Well, Killua didn't have to worry about being homeless anymore. Because he didn't need anybody else so long as Gon was there.
He didn't need other people to tell him he was beautiful, to hold him and dry his tears.
Because he had Gon to do that, and Gon wanted to be the only person graced with such an honor. If he couldn't do this much, then what worth was he at Killua's side? If he couldn't prove himself to Killua, then why did he deserve to bask in his light? If he couldn't make Killua feel loved… then what was he even doing here in this world?
Gon reached across the pillow, and brushed a knuckle against Killua's smooth cheekbone.
Silk.
His skin was like silk.
Gon's chest lurched, his face flushed the deepest of scarlet.
How was it… that he'd always been able to get a hold of himself… but when it came to Killua… it seemed that no matter his efforts he could never get himself to calm down? He couldn't never send the blush away? Never grab the reins of his confidence and stop his knees from shaking?
Gon supposed that this proved that Killua was different.
He wasn't like the others, and he never would be.
Killua was the only one for him.
The only one he'd ever love, and the only one he'd ever make love to from now until the end of time.
His bottom lip wobbled.
Killua…
With a hiss of fabric, Ging and Pariston pulled on their jackets. And with a silent hiss of the door, the two of them slipped out. Leaving Gon and Killua alone in the apartment. Where it was quiet… where it was just them, and nothing else.
Summoning his courage, Gon scooted closer to the object of his deepest affections. He wasn't brave enough to take his hand… but he could just lay here like this. He'd wait for hours, all eternity. If all he gained was a soft glance in return… then Gon would gladly rip his own limbs off one by one.
Killua was everything.
Killua was the only thing that mattered.
The only thing that truly mattered.
Gon sighed, just drinking in Killua's slackened features. His eyelashes were sparkling crystals of snow, those cute little fangs peeking from beneath soft lips like the chimneys of silent cottages in the dark of a cloudless night. His sweet breath dusted Gon's cheeks, smelling faintly of chocolate, a smell that Gon had learned to associate with Killua and Killua alone.
Chocolate, lavender, and the sharp smell of fresh snow.
That faint hint of vanilla, and the sharp tang of sweat.
The burnt scent of electricity.
The natural odor that seeped from his hair, his neck, and his wrists. A smell that Gon wanted to drown himself in, so everyone would know… I'm Killua's. I'm Killua's, and he doesn't need anyone else.
Killua… do you love me?
Do you… want me as much as I want you?
What will you say if I… when I tell you?
Will you run away? Recoil? Smile at me and softly apologize?
…Pull me close and call me yours?
A pair of soft sapphire eyes cracked open, and Gon swore his entire world froze for a moment.
They were hazy with sleep, but that sparkling blue gaze was one that Gon had cemented into his memory. Yet one that he'd never get enough of.
"Morning,, idiot."
Gon's heart swelled in his chest. Killua. He loved Killua.
"Good morning," he whispered, face already breaking open into a grin. He just couldn't help it… not when Killua made him this incredibly happy. If he could share just an ounce of this happiness with Killua… then he'd have served his purpose in life. He needed to show him… he needed to show him just how much he meant.
"What're you so close for," Killua slurred, only half awake. He squeezed his eyes shut, yawning big as he squirmed into a more comfortable position. His tail slapped against Gon's legs, lazily twining around his ankles. Maybe Gon should have been conscious of the fact that Killua's tail could cut through his entire leg like a hot knife through butter, but Gon couldn't have cared less.
"So I could say hi," Gon mumbled, reaching forward and tugging Killua against his chest.
He wasn't conscious enough to resist, so Gon was rewarded with a tiny glimpse of what it might be like if Killua could love him back… what it would be like if they were tied together, with nothing standing in between them. Killua wouldn't resist, he'd throw himself into Gon's arms without hesitation. He'd drape himself across Gon's body and bury him in kisses, he'd tie them together with his tail and never let go.
Gon's stomach squirmed, and his heart ached with want.
He wanted that to be his reality, he needed it more than anything.
"You could say hi from your own side of the bed," Killua teased, starting to wake all the way up.
"Not if you don't let me have my own side," Gon countered, nuzzling his face against that fluffy nest of hair. "You always follow me, no matter how far I roll away~"
"You're little more than a living space heater. A massage chair, on a good day."
"A massage chair?" Gon giggled, squirming as Killua turned his head, tickling those silvery locks against his neck.
Killua shoved against Gon, turning him over and planting himself on top like he was nothing more than a mattress topper. Killua slotted their bodies together, laying fully over Gon and relaxing against his chest. His tail swished slowly behind him, squirming against the mass of blankets. Gon's face was hot, his heart picking up speed. Killua grinned that stupid attractive grin, and threaded a hand through Gon's hair.
He scratched his fingers along the hybrid's scalp, and against his own will Gon's chest began to rumble as his purr started up.
"Massage chair!" Killua declared, giggling as Gon buzzed like a muscle vibrator.
Gon pouted, unable to stop the purring. It started and stopped on its own, and turning it off took up a whole lot of training and effort that Gon had slacked off on since he'd met Killua.
Of course, Killua would exploit this for his own gain.
He sighed, relaxing against Gon's chest and starting to fall back asleep.
Gon had half a mind to allow that to happen, but he was on a mission. A very important mission.
"Mm, Killua?" he mumbled around the purring in his throat.
"Shh, trying to sleep."
"No, something important," Gon said, and forced himself into motion with great effort. It seemed that whenever he got too relaxed he'd turn almost paralyzed… Killua served to do that to him. He just wanted to stay still and never move, a physical translation of his desperation to hold onto what they had and never let go.
Gon flipped their positions, leaning over Killua to try and catch his attention. He was like a cat, would only listen if he so chose. The Valkyrie giggled, tugging at Gon's heart strings and just about destroying all of his false sense of confidence.
Killua pushed at his face, squirming and trying to flip them back around. Always so quick to turn playful… It was like the two sides of the moon.
"Hey, Killua," Gon whined, trying to hold his mischievous companion still.
"What?" he taunted, flicking Gon on the nose. That infamous tail twitched playfully under the covers.
"You know, I'm really grateful to you," Gon forced out in a rush, grabbing Killua's slippery wrists and pinning them on either side of the pillow.
The Valkyrie eyed Gon, analyzing. He tried to push against Gon's hold, but the hybrid held firm. He didn't wanna have a wrestling match… he wanted to talk.
"What for?" Killua asked, always playing dumb… always running away from sticky sweet confessions of feelings.
"For meeting you!" Gon said, once again in a rushed jumble of words. He sat up, pulling Killua into a sitting position after him. He faced Killua on the bed, sitting knee to knee. He kept Killua's wrists trapped, but switched his grip. Sliding his fingers to lock with Killua's, and holding their hands between them.
"For getting to know you," Gon continued, struggling to hold Killua's gaze. His cheeks were flaring red, he didn't think he could do this… "For having you with me. Ever since I met you, I haven't had to be alone. You're the reason I'm where I'm at today, I credit it all to you."
"Come on," Killua protested softly, "Give yourself some credit. It wasn't all me."
"But it was!" Gon declared in a rush. "It was all you… It's always you."
Killua stiffened, his gaze darting from one of Gon's eyes to the other.
Gon took a deep breath, and got up on his knees. He leaned forward, and slowly pushed Killua back against the pillows. Killua didn't resist, he seemed to be trapped in Gon's gaze. Frozen. Like he couldn't believe that this was real… Or at least, that's how Gon liked to read it.
The hybrid let go of Killua's hands, but he left them raised up where Gon had left them. Gon slowly, lightly slid his hands up Killua's body, from his slender waist to rest at his shoulders. He knelt over the assassin, one knee braced between his legs and the other beside his hip.
Killua's cheeks were flushed pink, and Gon's scarlett red to match. He could hardly think past the thundering in his chest, could hardly force his lips to form the words.
"Killua. You mean so much to me, and I hate to see you suffering like this… I hate to see you hurt."
"Gon," he whispered, so faint that the hybrid's sharp ears didn't pick it up. Wouldn't have if it hadn't been for the movement of those soft lips.
"Killua…" Gon leaned down, resting his forehead against the crook of Killua's neck. "I–
BANG!
An enormous sound ripped throughout the entire ship. The vessel lurched, jerking too fast for the artificial gravity to keep up with. All inhabitants of the ship were slung to the left, Gon and Killua included. They were tossed from the bed, the furniture all screwed to the floor but the blankets, pillows, and loose objects certainly were not.
Gon snapped into action, twisting as they were slung against the wall. He wrapped his arms around Killua, taking the brunt of the fall. His head cracked painfully against the metal and he bit his tongue when they hit. He managed to spare Killua the majority of the force, though, so it was alright. Besides. He could heal.
The ship righted itself, and Gon hissed when he crashed back to the ground. His tailbone slammed against the metal floor, but he kept Killua suspended in his arms and out of harm's way. Something about having a tail retracted into his spine made blows to his tailbone hurt so much more–
"Gon–"
Killua was interrupted when a blaring alarm screamed throughout the entire ship, and the two boys slammed their hands against their ears. Shit! That was so fucking loud!
But the alarm was killed the second it sounded, and Gon gasped in shock when he heard the telltale sound of gunfire. Or rather, laser fire. Bullets could tear through the hulls of ships. Quick bursts of laser fire didn't.
"What the hell," Gon breathed, moving into a crouch but keeping his hands braced on Killua's shoulders.
"Call Ging!" Killua ordered, the first to jump to action. He reached down and pulled Gon up after him. The two of them stumbled into the living space, the artificial gravity warped and tugging at them in waves of force as it recalibrated itself.
The two boys scoured the mess that was the living room, but soon enough Gon found the communicator. It was like his phone in Yorknew City, but different. It was called a Beetle, and worked with the interplanetary communication service lines. He flipped it open, and immediately called Ging.
Ging picked up on the first ring.
He wasn't one to fuck around.
"Ging!" Gon exclaimed into the phone.
"Gon! Where are you?"
"Still in the room," Killua declared, pulling the phone between them. "What the hell is going on?!"
"Pirates," Ging hissed, panting into the receiver as he darted about. "We've been boarded by a hostile alien army, don't know why the hell they'd pick this hunk of junk, but I suppose we are the only non-Chimera ship in the entire sector."
Gon and Killua shared a glance.
Shit.
This couldn't be good.
"What's going on out there?" Gon asked.
"They rammed the hull," Ging said through gritted teeth, the grunts of combat audible and then the pained cry of his unfortunate opponent. "Tore right through the lower right bay. The vacuum doors sealed shut, but they activated a plasma barrier to seal the hull and busted through. They're sweeping the place as we speak! And of course this good-for-nothing-crew is a good-for-nothing-crew and they've already fucking lost!"
Gon growled in annoyance, "Figures."
"Yeah, seriously," Ging agreed. "They've got reinforcements scrambling together in the barracks, but of course they're fucking inexperienced and lazy and won't be out until the entire ship's already taken over!"
"What about the captain?" Killua asked.
"He's likely holed up in the cockpit, cowardly bastard," Ging spat. "That's the enemy's destination, they're sweeping upwards as we speak. Paris and I spit up to block off the northern and eastern flood gates, but we need you two to grab the west and south! There's a shit ton of them, but they're not too bad, should be a sinch what with you guys' Magic."
"Got it!" Killua responded, the two boys already hurrying to throw on their spacesuits.
"You two need to get to the gates as fast as possible! If we can keep them concentrated in the lower side then we'll be fine! They've already swept the lower boarding decks, and as far as we can tell, they're leaving no survivors! They move fast so make it snappy!"
"Will do!" Gon declared, placing the helmet-choker around his neck and suctioning the suit to his body. They were leaving the helmets behind, they didn't need them right now… and if they did end up needing them then they'd just die anyway so it didn't matter. He stocked the blood vials around his legs and chest, and himself and Killua darted for the door.
"Hold them at the flood gates!" Ging ordered. "They'll likely find the middle stairwell, so once you eliminate them all you need to go there next! Got it?"
"Got it!" the boys declared in unison.
"We're the only four fucking people capable of combat, apparently, so every life on this vessel now rests on our shoulders! I'll be in contact, keep your Beetles on you!"
With that, Ging hung up.
Gon and Killua shared a glance. "I'll take the southern gate," Gon declared.
Killua nodded, "And I'll take the west."
With a snarl, Gon activated his biochemical. It ripped through his veins, pumping enough raw power to get him to the southern gate (the closer one) within a matter of seconds.
Killua busted a vial of blood in his fist, and electricity exploded around him. "Godspeed!"
Chills ran up Gon's spine as he watched Killua's hair explode into a mass of jagged white spikes. He glowed with power, his eyes cutting against the fluorescent lighting. His form reflected white-blue against the metal surrounding them, and he looked like a herald of electric death.
"I'll see you in a bit," Killua said, voice sending more chills up Gon's spine.
"Yeah, we've got this," Gon agreed with a nod.
The two of them fist bumped, and then took off in opposite directions.
All Gon heard was the echo of Killua calling "Lightning Speed!" before he was gone.
The hybrid tore down the halls, aura running wild and unrestrained. He hadn't activated the transformation all the way, but ever since he'd shifted completely back in the forest around Yorknew, his aura had gotten a hell of a lot more volatile. Then training his Jajanken with its fiery power had just made it even more explosive.
With this amount of the biochemical in use, his aura poured off of him in thick clouds of shadowy black, and his footprints left goopy splotches of molten metal in his wake. He couldn't wait for all those no good fuckers to eat their words when all four of their group proved to be really fucking dangerous.
It brought a wild grin to Gon's face.
He'd been holding in his pent up frustration for an entire week now, he was more than ready for heads to roll.
…
Killua sparked through the halls, unrestrained Valkyrie aura shooting out around him in a 100 foot radius. They sensed him before he arrived, though that time only ended up less than a fraction of a millisecond.
Jobs like this were Killua's specialty.
He found the enemy the second he stepped foot within a few blocks of the western gate. Ging was right, there were a shit ton of them. But they were also very unskilled, and nowhere near as fast as Killua.
He blew through them like it was nothing, he didn't even need Lightning Palm to eliminate them. All it took was a gentle brush of his Godspeed encased hand against their head to turn their necks and end it in a flash.
Occasionally he'd hear violent explosions coming from the south side.
He cracked a grin.
Gon.
Killua reached the western gate within a matter of seconds, all of his enemies eliminated.
Killua sparked to a stop, stalking about the western gate and looking for more enemies. No one so far. He couldn't sense anyone nearby. But then again. They could be using Zetsu, for all he knew.
The Valkyrie shifted into assassin mode, feeling his body buzz with strength as he released the dampers on his power. His senses burst to life, and he honed those trained senses on his surroundings.
Sure, he was really overdoing it for a measly band of pirates.
But these assholes had kept him caged this whole time, and if they thought he wasn't gonna rain destruction at the drop of a hat then they were greatly mistaken.
It was thanks to his wildly enhanced speed due to his Magic that he finished his portion of the work before Gon, Ging, or even Pariston. And it was thanks to his getting carried away and releasing the glamours on his true strength that he caught onto what the enemy was about to do.
They'd sent decoys to each of the flood gates. The real group was already closing in on the middle stairway.
Killua gave a dark chuckle.
Yeah, nice try.
He was gone in a flash, Lightning Speed every faster now that he wasn't restraining himself.
Killua shot through the corridors, ready to lie in wait by the middle stairway and wipe them all out before they made it to the upper levels. He avoided the main group on purpose, using Zetsu and In to conceal himself and his Magic's presence.
There was already a group of scouts positioned at the middle stairway, in wait for the rest of the main attack force.
Killua took them out with ease, it was just too easy!
He shot down the corridor leading to the middle stairway, zigzagging through the metal structure as he took them out one after the other. That was, until one of them managed to follow his movements.
They didn't see him until he was right on top of them, sure.
But still.
They were able to follow Killua with their eyes.
So that slowed him down for a fraction of a second. It wouldn't have been a problem, had something else not caught Killua's attention.
Because fucking he knew this person.
Killua redirected his blow at the last second, stumbling to a stop rather than turning their head as he'd intended. He whipped around, electricity raging around him in a wild storm.
What the actual fuck was he doing here–
"Ryder?!"
AN: ahahahahhahahahahaAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH YES
HE'S HERE
RYDER, THE ULTIMATE OC
KILLUA'S DICK BUDDY, WHO STOPPED HIM FROM OFFING HIMSELF AND ALSO LICKED HIS DICK ONCE
HE RETURNS
chaos shall reign
