Warning: sexual content for last half of chapter
"Where are we even going?" Killua asked skeptically. Piano's were expensive instruments, and they usually were only owned by the high class royalty of rich species of humanoids. Namely not Dragonite Valkyries, who had renounced music and the arts in favor of war and combative training.
Why the hell would there be a piano this far from Overworld? And on Hallah of all places?! Honestly, what did Gon think he was going to accomplish with this?
"I definitely saw one!" Gon declared, tugging Killua along by the hand as they wormed in and out of the dense crowd. They splashed through murky puddles dotting the sections of cement in the floor, and ducked through clouds of intoxicating smoke. Yeah, this wasn't exactly where Killua would expect sophisticated instruments of any kind.
"Here? Are you sure you weren't hallucinating?"
"Ki~llua, just cause we're in a place like this doesn't mean there are no instruments at all!" Gon argued. "Everyone enjoys music!"
"I guess you're right," the Valkyrie grumbled.
I seriously can't believe I'm doing this.
I haven't touched a piano, let alone any instrument, in like 14 years! What do I expect to happen?! For this to solve all my childhood trauma just like that?! Gon sure seems to think so…
He's such an idiot.
But… in a good way, for once.
Killua had to admit, a phantom sense of excitement was flitting about in his chest. He couldn't stop recalling all those moments during his childhood; when he'd been on a horrible mission, but he'd seen a piano or harp and it had all turned sunny and bright. Learning new instruments had been like a challenge to him, it had been his favorite pastime.
He'd even composed his own songs while rotting away in the solitary confinement chamber. Over the course of his younger years, this had been his one and only escape.
And here he was, running off to ignite his old passion at nineteen years old, being pulled along by the happiest and brightest person he'd ever laid eyes on.
Would he even remember how to play?
Would the music come to him as it always had, or had he lost that ability after over a decade of disuse?
"Yes! Right there!" Gon cheered, before lurching to the side. Killua hissed in surprise as he was tugged up and over the railing. The two of them soared through open air, landing on another platform a couple of stories down. Gon didn't let up once they landed, but sprinted off into a maze of shady looking stores.
Killua rolled his eyes, feeling his lips begin to turn up at the corners. They hadn't been able to sprint chaotically around like this in ages. It felt so nice to be turned loose of Ging's annoying rules.
"Here it is!" Gon panted, finally stopping before one of the stores. It was no more than a lurking cavern nestled in the deep recesses of the sector. The metal walls were rusted and patched in several places, and the air stunk of mildew and the smoke from the shop across the street.
The doorway to this store was covered by a curtain of shimmering beads, and the soft glow of blue LED's strips peeked from beneath the glimmering curtain. Gon gave Killua a wild grin, and then ducked through the curtain, pulling the assassin along after him.
The beads clinked and tinged against each other, and Killua pushed the heavy strands away from his face as the two males entered the shop.
"Ta-da!" Gon whispered.
Killua blinked in surprise. They were in some sort of antiques shop lit by neat lines of LED lights along the ceiling. The entire place was lit in a relaxing royal blue, and ethereal light reflecting off of so many unique and age old trinkets and furniture pieces.
There were objects from every planet imaginable. There were hand woven tapestries, polished healing crystals, chairs that compensated for wings and tails, hulking metal statues, sheets of alien leather.
But in the dead center of the store, sat up on a raised dais in the floor, was an enormous grand piano. The lid was lifted, bearing a gut filled with shimmering metal strings and uniform wooden hammers. It was crafted from the smoothest stained wood Killua had ever seen, so black that it came up blue in the lazy lighting.
The Valkyrie found himself in a bit of a trance, overcome with waves upon waves of nostalgia as he was reacquainted with the light of his younger self's life.
"Killua, what do you think?" Gon breathed, watching as his lover gawked at the enormous instrument.
The assassin stepped up onto the dais, his hand slipping from Gon's as he approached the keys. The instrument was in incredible condition, considering how much strenuous space travel it would have had to go through to get all the way out here. And on Hallah, no less. How many rough merchants had tossed the thing around? How many dents had needed to be fixed? How many times had it needed to be re-tuned?
The bench before it was made of the same shimmering wood, adorned with a pristine upholstered pad. The lid over the keys was turned up, and the neat little rows of black and white reflected the shimmering of Killua's iridescent eyes as he gawked at the thing.
"Do you like it?" came a lazy voice.
The Valkyrie and the hybrid turned to face the store owner, who was leaning casually against a nearby wooden wardrobe. He had midnight blue skin etched with deep wrinkles and battle scars. His hair was long, silver, and glowing, hanging around his waist and threaded with various shards of glass, crystals, and feathers. He was dressed in loose fitting brown clothing, and had wise eyes with no iris or pupil, nothing but clear white sclera.
"Yeah, it's beautiful," Killua responded, gently running his fingertips along the keys.
"I've had it in my possession for about 250 years now," the alien storekeep mused. "It was hauled out here all the way from the courts of the Willowbow Elf Clan on Overworld. It endured quite the journey to make it here to you today. No customer has given it so much as a passing glance, not in 250 years. I make sure to keep it polished and tuned, but I can't play it, nor do I possess any sheet music. It pains me to see it sit here, unused and undisturbed as the years drag on."
"Can I… play it?" Killua asked, turning his eyes to the elderly alien.
The ancient man gave a kind smile. "Of course. Do whatever you like. I'd be honored to hear you play, if you'd allow me to sit in on you for a moment?"
"Sure," Killua agreed, before carefully pulling the bench out and taking a seat.
Gon and the storekeep silently moved to Killua's either shoulder, watching in fascination as the Valkyrie's fingers hovered over the keys. Killua's tail swayed behind him, his brows furrowed in thought.
The keys were so pristine and white, he could tell just by looking at the instrument that its music would be beautiful and clean. This incredible object had lived for more than 250 years. It had been lying in wait for a pianist for so long now, and here Killua was.
But he'd learned to play out of desperation. He'd learned to play with blood caked under his fingernails and the reek of rotting bodies hovering in the air. Was he really worthy of such an instrument? How could a herald of death such as himself possibly be the being this grand instrument had been waiting on all this time?
Killua's eyes turned downcast, he peeked at his reflection in the keys.
His eyes were that same endless blue as they'd been the day he'd picked up this hobby. It was as if he could see his younger self reflected before him, eyes empty and glazed over. Just the hint of light as they explored a new concept that had yet to be murdered and destroyed in the face of his abusive parents.
Although, now, Killua could see how much he had changed. The light in his eyes was not fleeting and weak, but pulsating and shimmering like the stars in the sky. His eyes were bright, he could see the happiness within their ocean blue depths. He'd come a long way to get here, he'd endured so much hurt and pain. But it had all been worth it.
Killua glanced to the side, meeting Gon's glowing amber gaze in the pearly surface of the keys.
The Valkyrie smiled, and gently rested his fingertips against the instrument.
What should I play? he thought briefly.
There were an infinite number of different combinations of keys, so many different notes begging to be placed into beautiful harmonies. Music had always interested Killua, he'd always been drawn in by the flowing of the notes and the aching emotion that could be conveyed by nothing more than a shift in pitch.
So, what should he play now? Now, with his lover at his side and a kind old man who'd cared for this instrument for centuries whilst never able to fully appreciate it?
Killua blinked.
Was there ever really a choice?
Killua shut his eyes, and hovered one foot in wait above the pedals. He remembered that day, the first time he'd sat down before a piano. When he'd recalled the ballroom music from memory, and taught himself how to play that song that had been repeating in his mind ever since he'd slaughtered the musicians who'd written it.
Gon didn't want to play this game just for fun, he wanted to play it and get to know each other better.
For the longest time I've believed that no one knew me better than Gon, but there's always been a part of myself that I hide from everyone else. That part of me is my past, my childhood, and everything awful I had to go through to get where I am today.
I've hidden that part of myself from Gon, because I didn't want him to feel sorry for me, or feel obligated to try and fix the parts of me that are broken.
But now that we're together like this… and now that we're approaching that final step of swearing our lives to each other…
I need to stop hiding all the things that hurt. Gon wants to know more about me, more about what makes me who I am, and what made me who I am. And so do I. I want him to see me.
Killua took a deep breath, and placed his fingers into position.
See me, he pleaded in his thoughts.
He began with the first song he'd ever learned, the one he'd repeated from memory that day in the blood soaked ballroom. Killua had felt that this song resonated with him that day, and the sentiment had stuck with him ever since.
He struck the first cord tentatively, unsure of his mastery of the song after so long.
However, to his surprise and all encompassing relief and joy, the moment his fingers sunk into the keys, it all came flooding back to him. Killua played the piano, just as he'd taught himself on that mission. He swayed to the music, his foot dipping against the pedals as he drew the notes out.
His fingers skipped from key to key, and music filled the antique shop. The sweet song flooded out to the halls and pathways outside, it echoed against the walls and rippled the murky puddles sitting in the corners.
Killua's tail tapped against the leg of the bench, keeping the beat as he dipped from bar to bar, his fingers dancing up and down the keys just as those courtesans had across the ballroom. The rendition was flawless, and the song sounded exactly as it had coming from the string quartet and assortment of winds. Killua's ability to recall and recreate music from memory held fast, and as he played a smile crept across his face.
When one song ended, he immediately slid into another one. This time a song that he'd painstakingly composed over the course of two weeks spent in solitary confinement for taking so long to return after his mission.
Yes, he'd ended up with hours of extra time not because his parents had underestimated him, but because it had been a test.
Rather than returning home, Killua had stayed behind for hours on end to learn the ballroom song on piano.
He had paid dearly for that misstep.
But Killua hadn't cared then, and he didn't care now. Sure, he'd been starved and in suffering for two straight weeks, but in exchange for that pain he'd discovered something that he loved to do. The song he played now encompassed all of those emotions, and he leaned into the keys as he worked the notes for all they were worth.
Killua had avoided the piano for years after he'd escaped Kukuroo Mountain for fear of having lost his touch. When he'd had music ripped away from him, he'd turned away from his love to play entirely.
Perhaps it had been residual fear of his mother's wrath that had prevented him from picking the piano back up, or perhaps it really had been a lack of confidence in his abilities.
But no matter, now he was here, back to doing what he loved.
It was as if the years had never passed, it was as if Killua was right back in that ballroom before that wondrous piano, discovering and exploring an incredible new discovery.
His eyes blew open, and a grin spread across his face.
Killua played with all that he had, and soon found himself running through each and every song he'd ever learned, composed, or recreated. The lovely sound boomed from the recesses of the piano, echoing about the antiques shop and turning heads in nearby shops and corridors.
Gon and the elderly man watched in shock and wonder as Killua's hands danced across the keys. This Valkyrie was truly a masterful pianist, and this music clearly meant a great deal to him.
Minutes dragged on, and before Killua knew it he had broken a sweat. His fingers ached as he stretched them apart to strike every chord, his wrists twinged with pain as he continuously pressed the heavy keys. His hair stuck to his forehead, and he panted as he played with all his heart and soul. Killua had forgotten how vigorous playing was, he'd forgotten how heavy the keys were and how much movement was required of the arms.
But still, he felt like he'd just been reunited with an old friend, and Killua wouldn't stop now. No, not until he'd played each and every song he had learned, not until he'd shown Gon each and every square inch of this formerly hidden piece of himself.
As the final song drew to a close, Killua found tears rising up in his eyes. He'd missed this, he'd missed this so much. Now that he'd finally returned to this dear hobby of his, he never wanted to give it up again. This act, the retaking of the piano, felt like he was finally breaking free of the final chain his parents and older brother had placed on him.
Killua had never felt so free.
He struck the final cord, and pressed the keys until the final note had faded away into nothingness, leaving Killua's ears filled only with the panting of his breath and the pounding of his heart.
The Valkyrie gave a breathless laugh, and blinked the tears from his eyes.
Then, suddenly, an eruption of applause just about startled him out of his skin. Killua whipped around, a snarl rising in his throat like bile as he turned to face whatever the hell was–
Killua swallowed the aggressive response, instead overcome with– with– shock! Surprise?! Those were synonyms, but Killua was dumbfounded!
Surrounding the dais and the piano, the entire antiques shop was stock full of humanoids and aliens of every kind, all of them clapping and cheering like mad! The beaded curtains had even been drawn aside, and Killua could see an enormous crowd stretching out into the corridor!
Blue eyes blinked, utterly taken aback. Killua turned to his side to question Gon, who was cheering the loudest of all of them.
"Killua! Killua, you're such an amazing player!" the hybrid all but screamed. The Valkyrie's face flushed, he really never would get used to Gon's constant influx of praise.
But, wait–
"Gon, are you crying?!" Killua squeaked, instinctively grabbing the horned male by the hands and tugging him down onto the bench.
"Oh, yeah… I just, I saw you!" Gon laughed, wiping tears from his cheeks as he giggled. "I'm not sure what it was, but the music reminded me of you! It just made me so happy, because it was like Killua was telling a story about himself with the piano."
Killua's jaw dropped. His chest spasmed with affection, it had worked! Gon had understood! With a joyous cry, Killua grabbed Gon and crushed him against his chest. As the last of the crowd drifted from the store to continue their business, Killua took Gon's adorable face in his hands and kissed him loudly on the cheek.
"You could tell?" Killua grinned, holding Gon at arms length so he could look him in the eye.
That tan skin was flushed from Killua's sudden burst of affection, and his eyes were still watery but glowing with love all the same. "Of course I could. I like to think that I'm an expert on all things you, but thank you! Thank you for sharing this with me. It really means a lot."
Killua laughed again, glowing with joy as his heart slowed down from the excitement of playing his favorite instrument.
Gon's glimmering orange eyes blinked in wonder at Killua, and he placed his hands on the Valkyrie's slender waist. His gaze was drawn to Killua's smiling mouth, and suddenly his eyes began to darken with a steamy emotion. Killua's heart began to race again, and his stomach gave a violent flop.
But before Gon could make his move, the elderly shop owner gave a round of applause of his own. The two young males startled, jerking apart and putting a couple inches of space between them. Whoops.
The elderly man was smiling kindly, his eyes sparkling with gratitude and warmth. "That was truly incredible. You just may be the greatest musician I've ever had the blessing to hear in all my 700 years of life. Thank you for sharing your skill with me, you've made an old man's day."
Killua smiled shyly, his cheeks flushing again from the praise. "Thank you so much, I had a lot of fun."
"Is there any way we can buy the piano?" Gon asked all of a sudden, eyes set with determination.
Killua startled. "What?! Gon–"
"No need!" the old man chuckled. "It's not every day that one happens across the joy the two of you brought me. I want you to have the piano, it's sat alone in my store for long enough. You two can truly appreciate it for what it's meant for, and I'd like the two of you to have it, free of charge."
"Really?" Gon and Killua gasped.
"That's so kind of you!" Gon exclaimed.
"You don't have to do this! We can pay you, seriously!" Killua protested.
"No, no," the old man grinned, stepping up to the dais and helping Killua to his feet. He cupped Killua's hands in his own leathery ones. "It's my gift to you. A house warming gift?" His eyes twinkled with mirth and mischief.
Killua's face burned a bright scarlet. Gon just laughed like the jackass he was.
It seemed that the two of them needed to learn to be more discreet…
…
"What in the ever loving FUCK is this?!" Ging demanded, his voice going comically high.
"Killua and I got a piano!" Gon answered with a chirp, pouring salt all over the floor in the space between the living room and the foyer. He was tracing out a Demonic rune, it was for a teleportation spell! The old man had given them the salt and a picture of the rune they needed to draw, they just needed to toss a strand of Killua's hair into the rune and the piano would always appear wherever the rune was drawn!
"A fucking piano?!" Ging roared. "Why?! And how the the fuck did you pay for this damn piano?!"
"We didn't have to pay for it!" Gon answered, grinning like a madman as he finished his work. He trotted over to Killua's side, and the Valkyrie hissed as Gon plucked a strand of silvery hair from his head.
"A little bit of a warning, next time?" Killua complained, rubbing his head.
"Sorry!" Gon pleaded, kissing the spot he'd drawn the hair from. He then tossed Killua's hair into the center of the rune, and in a puff of smoke the gorgeous piano from the antique stop materialized right in the middle of the apartment!
Ging looked about ready to combust.
The door swung open, and in squeezed Ryder and Pariston.
"What up bitches and bros and– HOLY FUCKING SHIT IS THAT A PIANO?!" Ryder screamed, making the other four hiss in discomfort at the noise. The Alien-hybrid then wiggled around Pariston, sprinting across the now-two feet of open space that was the miniscule foyer. He scampered over to the piano, running his fingers over the lid and staring at his reflection in its shimmering surface.
"Yeah, it's a piano," Gon retorted, planting himself at Killua's side. "Who would have thought?"
Ryder stuck his tongue out at the younger male as he marched to Killua's other side. He looped his arm around the Valkyrie's waist, much to Gon's annoyance. "Soooo, how'd the date go? You have to tell me EVERYTHING! All the juicy details! Leave nothing out!"
"Yes, I'd also like to hear about it," Pariston chimed in, squeezing around the piano to join the three younger males in the kitchen.
"Not so fast!" Ging snapped, clambering over the counter to get into the kitchen instead of squeezing past the piano like a normal person. "First the two of you are going to explain why there's a piano in the middle of my fucking apartment!"
"Oh! That's easy!" Gon cheered. "Killua's just amazing, that's why!" he cooed, draping himself from the Valkyrie's shoulders and nuzzling his face against his pale cheek. Killua sighed, his tail looping its way around Gon's leg.
"Wow, quite the informative explanation," Ging grumbled.
"We found that piano in an antiques shop," Killua explained, "I played it for Gon and the storekeeper, and the old guy told us he wanted to give it to us for free. What were we gonna say, no?"
"Uh, yeah! Does it look like we have room for a piano?!" Ging yelled.
"I mean, it does seem to fit perfectly," Ryder grinned, shutting one eye and making a picture frame with his fingers.
"Not what I meant!" Ging chided.
"Don't worry, me and Killua will find somewhere for it once the mission is over and we save Alluka!" Gon cheered, still hugging the Valkyrie from behind.
"Oh? And where the hell would that be?" Ging complained, glaring at the enormous instrument that Gon had placed in the middle of his living room without permission.
"A house? Probably Mito's place until we find our own!" Gon sighed, eyes gazing off into the distance. He was clearly daydreaming.
"Gon," Killua protested, "We haven't talked about any of that stuff yet!"
"I know, but we'll have to soon!"
"Wait! You guys are gonna live together?!" Ryder gasped, himself and Pariston salivating for tea.
"Yup! Me and Killua are gonna be mates!" Gon cheered, somehow managing to squeeze himself closer to the flustered assassin.
"Gon!" Killua gasped in embarrassment.
"Really?! No way! I call bride's maid!" Ryder wailed, wrapping the two in his arms and spinning them around in circles.
"I certainly hope you don't intend on securing your status in my fucking apartment," Ging called from the other side of the piano (he was trying and failing to shove it over a little bit).
"No! Nothing like that!" Killua sputtered in horror, shoving Gon and Ryder off. But the two of them would not be put down by Killua's buzz-kill attitude, so they continued dancing in circles without him. "None of this is happening right now, we're spending some time courting before we do anything crazy!" the Valkyrie continued.
"But you're still engaged?" Pariston purred, earning Killua's brightest blush thus far.
"En-engaged?" the Valkyrie squeaked.
Gon and Ryder gasped, eyes sparkling. "Engaged!" they echoed.
"Stop jumping to conclusions!" Killua exclaimed, slapping the excitable hybrids with his tail, he then shot a glare at Pariston, who was chuckling into his hand. Yeah. He'd said that shit on purpose, just to get a reaction.
"Mating and marriage aren't the same thing!" Killua ranted, "Especially not for me! I'm the Crown Prince of my Clan, all mating is gonna do is secure Gon as my chosen partner! It's just declaring him as my chosen consort and the one that I'll marry later on! Not now! It's not an engagement until there's an actual wedding planned and not to mention AGREED upon! And aside from that we're not mated yet and we won't be mated for a while! There's just too much going on, so stop being so embarrassing!"
"Yeah, it's far too late at night to be this riled up," Ging complained from where he'd collapsed onto the couch. "Pariston! Can't you do something about that damn piano?!"
"I'm afraid it was transported here using a Demonic spell from the Asmodean faction, I'm from the Belian faction so there's nothing I can do to reverse or affect it! It's sealed in that exact location, so there will be no moving it until Gon and Killua re-cast the spell in a different location!"
"Fucking Demon Magic shit," Ging grumbled. "Well whatever, looks like I won't be able to rent this damn place out until my idiot son and his idiot mate get their shit together."
"Killua's not an idiot!"
"We're not mates yet!"
Gon and Killua yelled at the same time.
Ging snorted, "Yeah, whatever. You coming over here, or what? If we're gonna finish this damn show we gotta binge three episodes tonight! We're leaving at 8 o'clock sharp tomorrow, so hurry the fuck up, I wanna get some damn sleep!"
"Oh my god don't watch without meee!" Ryder squealed, darting into the living room and claiming his space on the couch.
"Three more episodes!" Killua mused, "I swear to the gods, if this ending sucks as I'm going to kill someone." The Valkyrie stumbled when Gon suddenly grabbed his hand and prevented him from joining the others in the living room.
He shot the hybrid a quizzical glance.
"Actually, me and Killua are gonna go ahead and go to bed!" Gon said, backing up as he started to tug Killua towards the bedroom hallway.
"You'll miss the finale!" Ryder complained. "And who's lap am I gonna sleep on if Killua's not here?!"
"Sleep on your own lap! Killua's mine!" Gon shot back. "And it's okay! You guys'll just have to tell us what happens!"
Pariston chuckled, earning a punch in the arm from Ging. The grumpy Terran-human quirked a brow, "You two better not be–"
"-We're just sleeping! We'll be extra quiet!" Gon interrupted, quickly dragging Killua into their bedroom and slamming the door.
Killua stumbled after him in confusion. What the hell was Gon doing? "Why are we going to bed right now? I wanna see how the show ends–"
The second Gon had the door shut, he shoved Killua against the closed door, pinning him there. "I couldn't stay out there any longer," Gon growled low in his throat, before leaning forward and crushing his lips against Killua's. The assassin gasped against his mouth, face flushing as Gon's tongue parted his lips and tasted the remnants of his cake from after dinner.
The hybrid pulled back with a gasp for air, eyes glazed and dark, just like they'd been back in the antiques shop before they'd gotten interrupted.
Killua's heart started to beat faster. "Oh," he breathed.
Gon tugged at the lapels of Killua's trench coat, pulling him down to kiss him again. Gon's mouth was hot and needy, and Killua could already feel him straining against his pants.
Shit.
"I'm sorry Killua," Gon hummed into the assassin's mouth. He pressed his thigh in between Killua's legs, squeezing closer and making Killua's stomach start to get hot. "Ever since I had you last night, I can't stop thinking about you. I've never felt this way about anyone."
A shiver ran up Killua's spine on that last word.
"You're so beautiful, Killua," Gon said, his voice low and rumbling in his throat. His lips slipped down Killua's jaw and latched onto the skin of his neck. "Did I ever tell you that?"
"Yeah, you tell me all the time," Killua choked out as Gon sucked a messy mark onto his skin. He fisted his hands in the back of Gon's jacket, eyebrows drawing together as the heat grew and burst into flames in his groin. It really took Gon next to nothing to get him like this.
Gon leaned back with a satisfying pop of suction, "I don't tell you enough, not nearly enough." He recaptured Killua's mouth, and slid his hands up to the Valkyrie's shoulders. He swiftly pushed the trenchcoat down and off Killua's body, where it puddled to the ground in a messy heap.
"Take those damn shoes off," Gon chuckled, forced to stand on his tiptoes to reach Killua's mouth. "Come down here where I can reach you."
Killua quickly obeyed, bracing against Gon's shoulders as he kicked the shoes off and lowered himself back down to his usual height. Encouraged by his regained access, Gon locked his fingers around the back of Killua's neck and deepened the kiss. He shucked his own shoes off, and then plunged his hand up and under Killua's shirt.
The assassin's skin shivered as Gon's hot fingers slid up and down his back and abdomen. Killua groaned into the hybrid's mouth, unable to keep quiet. He pulled impatiently at the hoodie of Gon's jacket until he relented and leaned back to let Killua take it off.
Killua swallowed, his cock twitching in his pants now that Gon was before him in nothing but mesh and a baggy tank. "Gods," the Valkyrie whispered, cheeks flushing and head getting all hot.
Gon watched Killua's face with dilated eyes as pale hands slid shyly across his shoulders and arms. Killua blinked, suddenly realizing that Gon was wearing earrings. They were silvery and delicate, one a simple stud and the other a sparkling teardrop.
"Your ears are pierced?" he asked, following his impulsive whims for once and leaning forward to nuzzle Gon's ear with the tip of his nose.
"Yeah, as of this morning," the hybrid chuckled, placing his hands on Killua's waist and pulling their hips together. The Valkyrie hissed as his hard-on brushed against the bulge in Gon's pants.
"Fuck," Gon moaned, holding Killua steady as he slid his hips back and forth.
"Gon," the assassin growled, digging his fingertips into the hybrid's shoulders as he struggled to stay standing. "You– please."
"Please what?"
"I– I don't know, just do something!"
Gon sighed against Killua's neck, "As you wish, I live to serve~"
Killua squeaked as Gon swiftly scooped him up and carried him over to the bed. He playful tossed the Valkyrie up into the air, snickering as Killua bounced up and down on the cushy mattress.
"Hey! Asshole, don't just say shit like that and then throw me across the room!" Killua complained, leaning up on his elbows as he turned to scold the mischievous hybrid.
Gon cackled as he tossed a handful of silver jewelry and decorative chains onto the dresser. "Sorry! You're just too much fun!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Killua pouted, pushing himself to a sitting position.
Gon then flung himself across the room, and Killua was left scrambling out of the way before he could be crushed against the bed. "I can have fun when I'm with you!" he laughed, the sound far too innocent considering he was sporting a major boner and all but vibrating with lust.
Killua glared, feeling like he should be running or something. He crawled backwards across the bed, retreating from Gon who was crawling towards him like he'd just laid eyes upon his first meal in weeks. "Okay…?" Killua questioned slowly.
In a flash, Gon pounced on him. Killua squeaked as he was buried in hyperactive hybrid. He squirmed in embarrassment as Gon wrapped him up in his arms and kissed all over his neck and jaw.
"Killua, I love you so much you make me wanna jump up and down!" Gon declared. "Whenever I look at you I just wanna squeal and dance and squeeze you to death! It's like looking at you fills me with this incredible energy, you make me so happy and light!"
"Idiot," Killua grumbled, feeling like he was going to pass out if he kept being drowned in this much affection. Gon wiggled his way in between Killua's legs, laying flush on top of him as he continued peppering the assassin's face with a million little kisses. Gon hummed against the taller male's cheek, slowly lowering his full weight down onto Killua's body and making him whine.
"When I was in bed at work," he admitted softly, "It was always business. It wasn't for fun, it was for money. It was all about the other person and doing my job. But when I'm in bed with you it's different. You're different, Killua. With you, I can have fun and love you and call you mine. It's about happiness, and the love that we share. Also, you're really hot."
Killua snorted, glad that Gon had broken up that heartfelt speech with something jovial. "Yeah, whatever. Just don't think I'm your personal playground or whatever."
"Oh, Killuaaa," Gon sighed, pressing a sloppy kiss against the assassin's mouth. "I'd ride you like a see-saw if I could–"
"Ah! That sounded so stupid!" Killua protested, shoving Gon off by the face. "Maybe you should be taking this a little more seriously, if having fun makes you say dumb shit like that!"
Why do I always get so rude when I'm embarassed what the fuck–
"Killua, I can be serious if you want me to be."
"No! I– It's not like I don't want you to have fun or anything," Killua quickly backtracked, "You don't have to be serious if you don't want to! I was just being stupid! My mouth says dumb stuff when my brain get's all fuzzy and when you say all that crap it makes my brain fuzzy and now I'm rambling–"
Gon pressed his palm against Killua's mouth, thankfully stopping that vomit of words.
"No, it's okay," Gon purred, leaning in close enough for Killua to track the movement of the colors as they shifted like magma in his eyes. "I'll always have fun when I'm in bed with you, even if I'm being serious instead of playful."
The assassin's stomach lurched, why had that sounded so hot–
"Killua, I can be serious for you. Do you want me to be serious, Killua?"
The Valkyrie swallowed nervously, his stomach performing gymnastics and his dick pulsating with waves of newfound excitement. "Uh, n-no, just do whatever– you're kind of intimidating when you act like that–"
And it's too hot for me to handle–
Gon chuckled low in his throat, unfortunately already settled into his new role. "That's alright, you're cute when you're scared~"
"Gon! That sounds awful!"
Killua sighed in relief as Gon's lighthearted little giggle bubbled up through his mask. There it was, that was the Gon that he knew. That was the Gon that he could lay in bed with without coming on the spot–
"Okay, Ki-llu-a, I'll do what you say! Anything Killua wants will be fun for me!"
"Yeah, fun," the assassin grumbled, relaxing against the sheets as he absentmindedly stroked his fingers through Gon's hair. He loved it when it was down like this, it was so soft and wavy. Although, he had to admit that he missed the wild spikes.
"So," Gon said, the promise of trouble sparkling in his eyes. "What do you wanna do?" He raised his hips up, and then grabbed onto the backs of Killua's knees. He wrapped the assassin's legs around his waist, then lowered himself back down at some heavenly angle and jerked his hips forward.
Killua barely managed to bite back an exaggerated moan, they'd never see the end of it if Ging actually heard something.
"Damn, I want to hear you, Killua," Gon pouted, sliding his hips forwards and backwards, obviously trying to make Killua cry out even though he knew that was a terrible idea–
"Don't worry, when we separate from the others I'll be able to make you feel good for real~ Then you can make all the noise you want, baby, no holding back–"
"Gon!" Killua gasped, "Why do you– talk so much–"
"Killua, I wanna put you in my mouth."
"What?!" the Valkyrie choked out.
"It's important to communicate while–"
"-Shut up, damn it, that's not what I meant!"
Gon giggled, then leaned back, making Killua whimper as the contact was removed. The hybrid quickly peeled Killua's shirt off, and continued where he'd left off.
"You're… so annoying," Killua breathed, scratching at Gon's stupid shirts that he was still wearing. How rude. "Take it off."
Gon obeyed, sitting up on his knees and shucking the shirts over his head. Killua's eyes glistened with want as he eyed up Gon's bare chest and stomach. The horned male noticed his gaze, and stayed perched up there with this stupid grin on his face.
Killua glared, ignoring his stupid smugness. He wasn't gonna appreciate his boyfriend, dammit! The Valkyrie sat up, tail twitching spitefully. Gon's knees were spread, braced on either side of Killua's hips. If Killua sat up, he was eye to eye with Gon's belly button. And tantalizingly close to another part of his body.
Determined to make Gon squirm instead of him, Killua pressed an open mouthed kiss to the tan skin of that lower belly. He slid his tongue across Gon's sweat glazed skin, groaning as he licked across those toned muscles. Gon was incredibly well behaved, staying right where Killua wanted him. Maybe it wasn't so bad that he'd been a sex worker… it'd trained all that defiance out of him, at least in the bedroom.
Killua shook those distracting thoughts from his mind, and continued focusing on making Gon squirm. It was harder than he'd thought. That either meant that Killua was terrible at this, or Gon was very good at hiding his reactions. Probably a combination of the two…
Right when he was about to get discouraged, Killua startled. Gon had placed his hands onto the crown of his head, threading his fingers through that silky white hair. Killua gasped against Gon's belly, blinking in surprise. Tan fingers rubbed against his scalp, it's okay. Keep Going.
I'm doing it right, Killua thought in relief. Gon's just being a jackass and using his stupid sex training to stay quiet. Jerk.
Encouraged by Gon's reassuring touch, Killua continued his work. Not that it was working in the first place. If Gon was capable of keeping himself quiet, then Killua wasn't trying hard enough. The Valkyrie smirked against Gon's waistband. Fine. Gon could be a jackass. That just meant Killua would have to drive him even more crazy.
Killua sat up a little straighter, sliding his mouth across Gon's abdominal muscles and reveling in the way his belly retracted at the ghostly touch. He looped his thumbs through Gon's belt loops, tugging at the tight pants to try and get them down. They didn't budge.
Damn Ryder and his damn tight-assed pants. We both know Gon's got a bigger ass than him, he knew what he was doing putting him in these damn pants.
Not that Killua was complaining.
Keeping his tongue focused on Gon's toned stomach, Killua slowly brushed his fingertips along that tight waistband. He brushed his fingers along the skin there, grinning when Gon finally shivered. Tail twitching victoriously, Killua decided to play a little dirty. He didn't latch onto the button or the zipper, choosing instead to brush his fingertips feather light across Gon's straining pants.
There, he did it.
Gon gasped and squirmed on his knees.
Killua chuckled, proud of himself. He was surprised to find that his laughter made Gon groan. Huh. Noted.
He'd have played with Gon's dwindling restraint a little longer, but being this close and personal with Gon's dick was making Killua a little frustrated himself (an understatement if there ever was one).
He slipped his fingers back up to the button of Gon's pants, deftly unfastening it. Killua then choked on air - a little spurt of precum wetting his undershorts - when Gon's straining length, now unrestrained by the button, pressed hard enough against the zipper that it came halfway undone.
"Killua," Gon moaned, long and drawn out.
The Valkyrie licked his lips.
Gods.
Killua gently took the zipper between his fingers, gasping as Gon whined above him. He pulled the zipper all the way undone, and then peeled those devilish pants down around Gon's knees.
Now face to face with Gon kneeling in nothing but his undershorts, Killua's mouth was salivating at the tent there. He could already tell that Gon was impressive, and there was a dark splotch at the tip, wet and reeking of the hybrid's raw arousal.
Heart in his throat, Killua leaned forward on a whim. He just barely poked the tip of his tongue from his lips, and licked across the dark splotch on Gon's shorts.
Apparently that was the final straw, because within a split second Gon had violently chucked his pants across the room and pinned Killua against the pillows. His were wild and his face was flushed the darkest Killua had ever seen it. The Valkyrie's stomach gave a backflip in anticipation.
"Killua," Gon said slowly, "You. Are on thin ice."
"Why?" Killua breathed.
Gon grabbed onto Killua's belt buckle, and pulled his pants off to match. "I wanna fuck you right here and now, I want to claim you as my mate. But I can't do that, and you're really testing my self control."
"But that's a good thing, right?" Killua laughed breathlessly, high off his success at driving Gon up a wall.
Gon barked a laugh, resuming his place in between Killua's legs. "Yeah, I guess so. You just make things so difficult." He punctuated with a slow kiss that drew noises from the recesses of Killua's throat.
"Killua," Gon purred against the assassin's lips. "I wanna suck you off. Can I do that for you?"
"Yeah," Killua choked out, his heartbeat having moved to his groin.
Gon grinned against Killua's mouth, pressing one more kiss against his lips before he slid down Killua's body and kneeled before the Valkyrie's knees. "Spread a little more?" the hybrid requested.
Face flaming, Killua complied.
"This is your first time doing something like this?" Gon teased, rubbing his palms up and down Killua's shins and watching as he waited strung as a wire.
"Uh– yeah," Killua sputtered. For the most part, anyway.
Gon suddenly leaned down, and kissed Killua's belly button.
The Valkyrie squirmed, fuck, that shit tickled! "Revenge isn't a good color on you," he complained, squirming as Gon's breath dusted the sensitive skin of his stomach.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it, Killua's belly is so cute," Gon giggled. He then placed his hands on Killua's raised knees, and dipped lower. He took the waistband of Killua's undershorts in his teeth, and met Killua's gaze with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"You are not doing that," Killua gasped, caught between flustered and horrified.
Gon just giggled around his mouthful of fabric, and sure enough, pulled Killua's undershorts off using his teeth. Killua glared at Gon as he goofily tossed the garment into the floor with his mouth, then self consciously drew his knees together and folded his hands in his lap. He was lying here completely naked, it was kind of scary…
"Killua, your butt is cute!" Gon complemented at random, making the Valkyrie gawk in horror and shift so that his ass was covered up too.
"Shut up!" he whined, suddenly very very self conscious.
"What's wrong, Ki-llu-a?" Gon cooed, immediately catching on. He crawled back forward, sitting on his knees before the assassin.
"I'm just…"
"Shy?"
"NO, you idiot!" Killua scolded. "I'm just… okay. Maybe."
"Awww!" Gon whimpered, his cheeks turning pink as he visibly spasmed. "Killua's so adorable!"
Killua glared from over his knees at Gon, worming his way into the pillows in an attempt to curl up and hide. "I'm not adorable," he complained. "I'm just…"
"It's okay, Killua," Gon said softly, scooting forward a bit so he could meet Killua's eyes better. "Last time we didn't really see each other at all, so it's okay to be a little scared! Killua, I love you."
"Yeah, I know. I love you too."
"Killua, you can trust me, you know?"
"Yeah… I know. And I do trust you."
Gon gave one of the most sweet and angelic smiles Killua had seen from him thus far. "See? There's no reason to hide from me. I'll love you no matter what! I just wanna make Killua feel good. I wanna show him that I love him. I'll go easy, okay?"
Killua sighed through his nose, face flushing and refusing to open his eyes. "...okay. Sorry."
"There's nothing to apologize for," Gon said softly, leaning forward and helping Killua out of the pillows. He kept his eyes trained on Killua's, not looking down once. "You didn't do anything wrong," Gon reassured, slowly spreading Killua's knees again.
Fuck, he's the most perfect person to ever exist.
Killua's face burned bright pink, but still. Heat burned in his groin and love thrashed in his heart for Gon. He'd never meet another guy like this in his life. Gon was the only one for him, he'd be the only one Killua ever got intimate with like this. He'd show Gon his weakness and his fear… and Gon would always be encouraging and accepting.
"Do you still wanna do it, Killua?" Gon asked, sitting between Killua's knees and giving him this kind little puppy dog look.
Killua's tail thrashed against the sheets, an answer enough on its own. "Y-yeah, don't stop or anything…"
Gon gave an encouraging grin, "Anything you say!" With this adorable look on his face, Gon leaned forward and kissed Killua softly against the lips. The Valkyrie sighed, forcing himself to let go of his anxieties.
The hybrid sensed his newfound comfort, and proceeded to kiss a trail of fire all the way down Killua's body. The Valkyrie squirmed and panted the lower Gon got, feeling like he was going to explode with all this waiting.
When Gon arrived at the dip in Killua's stomach, he moved over to the side, scraping his teeth along Killua's hip bone and then slowly licking around to his inner thigh. Killua groaned, Gon was so close but so far. The hybrid took the soft skin between his teeth, and Killua bit his knuckle to keep quiet.
"Gon," Killua hissed, knees trembling as he struggled to keep himself still. With a sigh of soft breath against Killua's sensitive skin, Gon leaned over to the side. Killua found his back subconsciously tensing and arching up, his heart racing like mad. Gon slowly angled his head towards Killua's dick, and his breath caught in his throat when he pressed a kiss to the shaft.
Killua saw nothing but molten heat, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his tail from wrapping in a deadly grip around Gon's waist. There was so much tension, Killua had chased down that blissful release once, and now he wanted it again and again.
Gon lifted his head up, hovering over Killua's awaiting length. He glanced down at Killua's cock, and then flicked his eyes up to Killua's. The Valkyrie's stomach spasmed when a smirk crossed those tan lips.
"You're really pretty, Killua," he said, voice shaky and strained. The assassin breathed through clenched teeth as Gon's breath dusted over his sensitive head. "Gods, you're so big," Gon continued, much to Killua's mortification. "Do you think you'll all fit?"
Killua squeezed his eyes shut, unable to take seeing Gon in between his knees like that anymore. Especially when he wouldn't just shut the fuck up with all the damn compliments–
He then just about jumped out of his skin when Gon's hot tongue flicked across the slit at the tip. So maybe closing his eyes had been a bit of a bad idea–
Gon closed his fist around Killua's hilt, and the assassin whimpered, seeing stars behind his squeezed eyelids. Gon was so fucking slow about it, he'd told Killua he'd go easy but something about "easy" was so much worse. He was clearly easing Killua into every sensation, but the pace was making his eyes tear up at the corners.
Killua threw his head back in a moan when Gon's lips closed around his head, and a whine rose up in his throat for every inch he swallowed up. That hot tongue slid against the underside of his length, and the moist cavern of Gon's mouth wrapped him up in such a sensational bliss that Killua was already coming apart at the seams.
The assassin choked on air when Gon slowly worked his head up and down, his wet lips dragging up and down his cock and dragging embarrassing noises from the depths of Killua's chest. Gon tightened his fist, and Killua bit his tongue to keep from bucking his hips.
"Fuck, Gon," he gasped, it was just too much.
The hybrid picked up the pace, moving his head faster and sucking his lips tighter around Killua's length. The assassin was panting by now, digging his claws into the sheets and curling into himself as he managed to choke the loudest of the sounds back.
Killua found himself alternating between growling and whining as Gon continued his work, and it was embarrassing as all hell but never would Killua have asked Gon to stop in a million fucking years.
Gon suddenly started twisting his fist around, and the new stimulation made Killua gasp and accidentally jerk forward. "Sorry!" he gasped, vision going blurry with tears as electricity raged in his groin and shot hot sparks up and down his spine.
"No, 's okay," Gon mumbled around Killua's dick, reaching his free hand across the sheets and reaching for the Valkyrie's tail. Killua cried out through gritted teeth when Gon suddenly latched onto his tail and pulled it, tugging at the bundle of nerves and pairing it with the sensation at his front, making him see stars.
Killua panted Gon's name as he curled forward and tangled his fingers in that black-green hair. The hybrid pulled his tail in time as he choked Killua further back than he had this whole time, the Valkyrie's dick brushing against the back of his throat.
Killua sobbed as the heat built up in his gut, Gon pulling his tail and swallowing around his length was pushing him closer but he needed to feel it more–
The assassin shoved Gon's head down harder, and groaned as he slid against that slippery throat. "Gon," Killua whined, fingers trembling and body screaming at him to fuck himself against the hybrid's throat, but he didn't wanna kill him or something–
"Do it again," Gon ordered, his voice rumbling around Killua's length and making him shudder. The assassin wasn't in any position to argue, and obeyed immediately. He jerked into Gon's mouth and fist, a shrill whine rising in his throat as he built up the stimulation he'd been aching for.
Gon groaned as Killua shoved against him, tugging roughly at Killua's tail for purchase and just making it feel even better–
"Gon," Killua gasped in borderline horror, "I'm gonna come!"
"Do it," the hybrid moaned again, not making any move to get out from between Killua's knees.
Killua whined long and drawn out as he emptied into Gon's mouth. He thought he heard the hybrid groan as he guzzled it all down, but couldn't stop shoving his head up and down as he rode the orgasm all the way to its end.
Once Killua was finished, he released Gon and collapsed against the pillows, panting. The Valkyrie lay catching his breath, waiting for the remnants of sensation to fade and for the stars to stop dancing across the edges of his vision.
"Wow," Gon breathed, shaking Killua from his stupor.
The Valkyrie sat up, a little light headed but ready to help Gon out all the same–
He found Gon sitting back against his hands, giggling with his head thrown back. "I think that's the best head I've ever given," he laughed, eyes sparkling with mirth as he glanced over at Killua.
The Valkyrie's eyes widened in surprise when he looked down to find a slimy mess soaking into the front of Gon's undershorts. "You came too?!" he gasped, utterly shocked.
"Um, yeah," Gon admitted almost bashfully. "That's never happened to me before, but hearing you enjoy it so much kinda pushed me over the edge a little…"
"A little?" Killua laughed breathlessly, eyes still magnetized to Gon's soaked undershorts, which were clinging to his now-flaccid dick.
"When you're happy I'm happy, I guess," Gon chuckled, before rolling off the bed and– and just kicking his undershorts right off?! Killua was caught frozen in the face of Gon's bare body, and had to quickly avert his gaze when he turned back around, still not wearing anything.
"Killua!" Gon cheered, before hopping onto the bed and tackling the flustered Valkyrie against the sheets once he'd cleaned himself up.
"Gon," the assassin sputtered, trying to ignore certain parts of his body that were pressed up against Killua's bare skin, "You're not wearing anything!"
"Neither are you, silly!" he giggled with a sigh, tugging their collection of blankets out from under them and tugging them over their heads.
Killua grumbled, burying his flushed face against Gon's shoulder.
"You taste really sweet, Killua!" Gon sighed, licking his lips as his eyelids drooped in the low lighting.
The assassin proceeded to smack him in the arm, "That's gross! I can't believe you just… swallowed all that."
"It's what you're supposed to do!"
"Somehow I doubt that."
"Don't worry Killua, you can swallow mine next–"
"-Shut up!"
Gon giggled manically, always managing to be so hyper after such strenuous activity. He snuggled Killua close, burying his chin into that fluffy white hair and tangling them together under the blankets. "I'm glad we waited till we got back instead of doing it in the antiques shop! Now I can cuddle Killua until we fall asleep!"
"Yeah, and we also didn't fuck in front of an innocent old man, so there's that too," the assassin retorted.
Gon giggled again, though he was clearly losing consciousness fast. "I'm excited to go on the mission with you tomorrow," he yawned, nuzzling his nose against Killua's ear.
"Me too, except for the whole Moon of Chimera part," Killua sighed, tracing patterns onto Gon's chest with his fingertips.
"We'll make it, Killua! We'll complete the mission and then we'll save Alluka! I know because I'll have you by my side, and I can do anything if I have you here with me."
"You're such a sap," Killua mumbled, too tired to get embarrassed or protest Gon's cheesy speeches.
"I love you, Killua."
"I love you too, Gon."
