"With scars on both his lips."

It took a lot of convincing, but Killua managed to worm his way into securing Gon and himself a spot on the 'Greed Island' trial group. Mr. Battera; the multi-billionaire aiming to secure the games to exploit for his own personal reasons, had been relentless, but Killua's impressive smooth talk landed him a location for the testing sight. Since they missed their chance to secure the title of ownership over a game, it was a better shot then any. This way, Gon could still possibly find his dad without expending billions of dollars in the process.

Once Killua had perfected his lightning Nen as per-requisite to being accepted to play Greed Island ; now able to short-circuit an entire block when fully charged, he figured it was about time to visit Gon and see how much progress he had made. His Transmuting ability came easy to him; a childhood of dancing on electric wires and living with static pumping in your veins meant he nearly mastered his electricity in only three short days. He knew Gon's Enhancing strength would be more time consuming and that meant more time for Killua to drown his hours away in bitter, foul tasting liquids and lazily watching sparks fly from his fingertips.

So, with five new bottles of liquor burning down his throat, Killua eventually pushed through his boredom and joined Gon's side just as he was demonstrating his own new Nen-technique for the mirror-image of himself to see.

Killua whistled approvingly at Gon's image reflected back in the full-body mirror propped on the far wall, that fresh coat of sweaty sheen on caramel skin; sticking his nearly see-through white tank top against his skin. It highlighted every part of Gon's best features and Killua figured it was his mind's intoxication speaking for itself more or less.

"Finally figure out something strong enough for the test?"

"Yeah." Killua sat down nearby and slipped a lollipop into his mouth, humming agreeably. "I think I almost got the timing down perfectly. Just a little bit more and I'll be ready."

"Mmnh. Okay. I'm watching you practice, so deal with it."

"'kay."

Fifteen minutes passed as Killua watched Gon practice his Nen for the upcoming exam in the descending quietness, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander; the buzz of all those whiskeys would do that to a teenager who's meager body weight couldn't handle his own alcohol tolerance.

At first, all he was focused on was his lips. There was a line of scars just barely visible on his bottom lip, spider webbing out in thin lines that blended in with the chapped, peeling flesh, that Killua hadn't noticed before. But he didn't pay too much attention on them; more interested in the way Gon was moving his hands then anything. Those big, brawny calloused fingers were clenching and releasing slowly, drawing in his golden aura into those digits until it segregated into a single point. Killua had to admit; Gon's idea was brilliant for his level of mental caliber. Apparently when being high on Crystal Meth, Gon turned into a magical genius. He could actually solve math equations that were ten grades higher then his actual intelligence level with little to no difficulty. And that was just the beginning of what he was capable of doing. Killua was impressed.

"Wing-san said if I focus all my energy into one point using everything I've learned from him at once, I could make something spectacular happen." Gon held up his glowing hand with a broad, silly grin that radiated against the back drop of the sun pouring through their single room window. Killua usually would have melted in its presence, but at this point in time and drunk off his ass; Killua could only just stare blankly in turn probably looking extremely dumb. "What do you think? I almost have it perfected and I should be ready for that test."

"Sounds good. You are an Enhancer anyway. Seems logical you would try to enhance something of yourself to start. I told you already that was what you were supposed to do but you never listen."

"Haha. Yeah! I guess I don't sometimes, but at least I figured out something on my own." Gon brightened, nodding to himself, and continued to gaze with that ever present determined-look he always got when he was fully honed in on a task. "This is going to be a piece of cake."

"Mmm.. cake.." drawled Killua, licking his lips with a giggle. He was rocking back and forth on the heels of his palms, sitting on the nearby table as he watched in half-earnest, too bubbly inside to give a flying fuck really. He could use another swig of tequila after this. "I want some cake."

"It's in the mini fridge. I got your favorite. The one from that diner down the street."

"Chocolate?"

"Chocolate."

"Sweet!" Killua laughed, scampering over to the aforementioned fridge and wrenched open the door without care how hard it slammed into the nearby wall. He pulled out the slice covered by a piece of saran wrap and purred, happy as a kitten, as he took the biggest whiff he could from it. There was a bit of drool gathering on the corner of his mouth and he didn't bother to lick it away, either. "Mmmm... so fucking good.."

"I know right?" Gon chuckled, rotating his closed Nen-enhanced fist around in the air and examining the amount of aura encased within it. The serene, waterfall-like flow was content, calm; showing a skillful expertise even Killua envied somewhat. And he was the better trained one of the pair.

"Chocolate." groaned a shameless Killua as he shoved bite after bite into his mouth, using his hands to eat from the plate haphazardly leaning in his lap. "I love chocolate."

"I know Killua loves his chocolate."

"No, no. Gon. I really love chocolate." Killua put most of his emphasis on the word chocolate above anything, cerulean eyes fluttering in satisfaction with a purr. If this is what heaven felt like; liquor and chocolate making a dreamy combination, Killua would stay here forever.

"Of course you do." muttered Gon, a roll of his eyes all he could spare, before he dropped the Nen inside of his fist to turn and face the happy ex-assassin busying himself on devouring a large piece of chocolate cake with his bare hands. Scooting close, he leaned forward with his hands on his ankles and laughed, reaching up to wipe a couple crumbs from Killua's mouth with his thumb. "Killua is so in love with chocolate he's wearing it."

Gon licked off the pieces from his thumb with a smirk. Killua swooned a little in place at the soft touch, pinkish blush coloring his cheeks in surprise. The alcohol was messing with his head and his emotions but he wasn't paying attention to that fact as much as he did over Gon sitting over there looking almost as delectable as the cake did. "Hmmm. It's chocolate though. How can I resist it's tasty call?"

"I don't know." Gon said, thumb returning to rub lazy circles against the side of Killua's mouth as he chewed, those honeyed orbs watching him intently with every bite. Killua felt small, excited shivers travel up and down his spine, unbidden and abrupt at the way those words rolled off Gon's tongue; hot, seductive almost. Was this what it was like when you were drunk and people touched you? Because Killua could do this more often if it felt this nice. "It's hard to ignore something that tastes so good, don't you think? Especially when it's calling to you so.. so.. desperately that it cries out for you to take it. Eat it all up until there's nothing left."

"That sounds sexual." Killua blurted out thoughtlessly, not even pausing in his eating to stop himself from saying the obvious. Gon's thumb was brushing constantly against his lips, feeling the moisture gathered there from the heat building to the friction of that rough, tough skin against it. But it was enticing, that much Killua knew.

"Maybe it is."

The ex-assassin's navy eyes widened, attentively watching Gon's hand work magic on his skin that he actually stopped in his eating just to focus in on it. With Gon's hand so close now, he could plainly see more scars in view, soft translucent white lines weaving like a tattoo from his wrist to part of his forearm; on both hands no less. There were several more smaller lines on his fingers, nicks and cuts but nothing too noticeably big or significant. It was enough Killua could even see them on such dark, tanned skin, that he was appreciative at least they were visible. Even if he was the only one seeing it right now.

They were the same as the ones on his lips. Exactly the same.

"Ne, Killua." Gon's breath tickled his ear as the teenager leaned in to speak against it and Killua bit back a gasp, enjoying the feathery rush of air more then he'd like to admit. Blame it on the alcohol, indeed. "If Killua wanted it to sound sexual, all he had to do was say so."

"What? I never said-"

Killua opened his mouth, to object, to deny the truth lurking in the furthest reaches of his mind, but Gon had firmly sealed anything that dare come out of his mouth with his own, effectively rendered silent. Killua muffled, his own eyes bigger then dinner plates, and he flailed pathetically until he settled as he felt Gon's lips start to caress his into parting, eliciting a small gasp from the paler of the two. Gon leaned over him, slowly, until Killua's back was pressed to the floor with Gon hovering above him, those scarred hands firmly clasping on either side of his head and holding him in place just like those scarred lips kept him pinned in a mouth-lock.

Chests pressed, Killua's skin was on fire; scalding hot, and itchy, but he didn't dare touch it, because the burn was oh, so pleasurable. Gon's hands were weaving a spell over him, tickling and caressing his face into a full-blown flush; the sweet tang on Gon's tongue hypnotic, addicting. There was a bitter aftertaste, something torn between that horrible bleach smell and old, rancid chemicals that Killua faintly remembered as drugs, but he didn't care so much as he did about Gon's own taste, just barely on the edge of his saliva every time he lapped away a drop.

Tongues tangling, teeth gnashing, and lips smacking; their kiss didn't last long before Gon pulled away and left Killua gasping for more, breathless and airy. His fingers were twitching uncontrollably in Gon's direction while he stood back up and wiped his battered mouth with the back of those scarred, painted white and gray wrists of his.

"G-Gon." breathed Killua, his sapphire eyes hooded with drunken lust, but Gon paid no heed and snickered; his own set of eyes just as dark and foreboding as the haze he himself was in.

"Pfft. I knew it."

As Killua began to question exactly what Gon knew, he made his way out the door and shut it with a carefulness that shouldn't had been there. Not with that emotionless, devoid-of-life expression Killua had just received moments ago.

That was Killua's first kiss, too. And it just so happened to be with the guy he still had a maddening crush on; backed by the withdrawn, betrayed anger of his hurtful heart. His embarrassing blush was unfaithful to his motives. His constant rush of humble emotions were cheating on him. His fluttering organ in his chest; pumping blood to every vital part in his body, was definitely against his well-being. He wanted to; willed himself to find some form of hate, some form of madness towards Gon, his once-best friend consumed by a world of drugs. But he wouldn't take any stupid excuse he could come up with. That undying, secretive love still could not be swayed by rage and Killua grimaced at the sad state reality left him in, lying cold, alone, and lost on the bare wood floor.

And so damned in love, still.

Well, shit.