He spread his legs a little, Gon doing the same thing next to him. He was looking ahead, knowing that Gon was concentrating as much as he was.

He was starting to sweat and pant.

If he listened close enough, he could hear Gon's steady breaths. He knew that he should be concentrating. Bisky said they had to really concentrate in order to practice keeping their Ren for three hours. It had only been thirty minutes, and he was already feeling exhausted. He wondered how Gon was feeling.

"Gah! I can't do it!"

Glistening with sweat, Gon had finally released his Ren. After several seconds, his best friend let out a small dissatisfied grunt, leaning forward a bit and putting his hands on his knees while breathing heavier, Killua lost control of his own. He was sweating himself, but he didn't entirely care. His focus was on the realization that Gon's tanner skin glistened when there was a sheen layer of sweat over it. He'd gotten a small whiff of his scent, trying to stop himself from shuddering. Gosh he smells so good…

But he had to be extra careful because they were under the watchful eyes of Bisky. Palm was coming in every now and then on top of that. She wasn't there now, so he only had to worry about one woman figuring him out.

"We just need to focus a bit more Killua! It's okay. We'll be able to do this and then beat Knuckle and Shoot."

He heaved a sigh, "If you say so…"

"I'm going to take a shower."

"Okay.", the thought crossed his mind to add in a sample, Can I join you? But he knew bathing together would not be the same as when they were on Whale Island last year.

Not with the dream he'd had during a short nap he'd taken during the day.

This time things were different. There was no buildup like the first dream. Things had already gone underway. He was gripping raven hair tightly, watching his partner suck at the tip of his erection. Every little touch felt amazing, and he thought he would lose it when he was immersed in a mouth.

He heard himself moan and found that keeping still was a bit impossible.

Gon sure knew what he was doing and it was blowing his mind. He wondered, how did Gon know what he was doing?

That's right…this was his dream and once again, he felt himself getting control of his dream.

The last dream, he'd let Gon have his way with him.

This time, he wanted to be the one to make sweet love to his enhancer. Pulling away and ignoring any sounds of protest, he got down on his knees and leaned in with closed eyes to initiate a kiss, not caring that he probably tasted a bit of himself mixed in with his lover's saliva. He didn't know what come would taste like, so it remained tasteless in his dreams. Maybe at some point he'd be able to identify its particular taste. He hoped it would taste sweet, as sweet as his enhancer did with every kiss.

Gon was trying to pounce on him.

Instead, he used a bit of strength to tame his lovely prize. Not in any rough manner, rather, he just needed to be the one on top.

"Relax…"

Unlike the last dream, he had clothes on. But he simply willed that his partner be stark naked and it was so. He could get to what he wanted much faster, and he knew it'd be easier with a naked partner despite the fact that his shorts were at his ankles and he still had on a black tank top.

It was fine, he was to the point this time. He knew what he wanted and he was happy to see his lover was giving him a pleading, expectant look.

It wasn't like he needed to fill in any blanks about the body under him. He'd seen Gon naked outside of the dream world. They took baths together when they were twelve, back when both had been innocent of the sexual thoughts that now pervaded Killua's mind.

At fourteen, he just wanted Gon to scream his name.

Maybe his mind was trying to fill in the blanks of what it would have been like to be surrounded by muscle, but he felt his mind was a bit realistic when he pressed into his lover. Realistic in the sense of feeling. Gon had gripped him, but his face was reeling as if the feeling coursing through him was wonderful. He'd accept that, it was the feeling he wanted Gon to feel. So when he started moving, he knew he could do what he wanted. That it was okay to pour his heart out with actions. Actions spoke louder than words didn't they? Gon needed to know that he loved him and wanted to use his own body to express that feeling personally. He'd use a part of him set aside for no one else.

It was a different feeling, being the giver instead of the receiver. It was something he could get used to when he felt the need rise up in him.

And his enhancer felt so damn good.

He bit his lip and went all the way in, feeling the boy shiver in delight and grip his wrists tighter, mouth opening wider in apparent surprise. It seemed he hit a sensitive spot.

He liked that look.

Bringing hips back to shove them forward; he watched those widened amber eyes and was delighted to see that look again. To his own amazement, he heard his name called out and of all things, it made him freeze.

Their eyes met in this moment frozen in time.

His face was redder than it already was.

He wanted to hear the words from Gon, "Please…tell me…"

"Killua…"

"Yes?"

"I lov…"

He woke up from his nap and his mood was not a good one. Clearly, he didn't want to wake up from this one. He was about to hear three words he wanted to hear so badly that he would do anything. Getting reciprocation was all he ever wanted and frankly all he ever needed.

Though his face flushed.

He was in the room by himself but he couldn't really call the feeling a morning wood since it was the middle of the afternoon. And he was further embarrassed to know that he'd be in need of a change of boxers. Also…it was better that he wash these himself.

And when he'd gotten up off the bed and was taking off his current pants, not facing the door, was when someone decided to barge in.

"Hey! You're awake!"

He yanked his pants up and turned around, flustered, "GON! Can't you knock!?"

"Ah sorry, sorry! But today will be a breakthrough!"

"Huh?"

"Come on!"

"No way. I need to shower first."

Gon tilted his head, "But we're going to do more training.

"Just…", he sighed, "Let me take a shower to wake myself up okay?"

"Okay…"

Gon was really going to say it, at least the dream version of his best friend anyway. He let go of the rim of his pants, pushing past the fellow fourteen year old quickly so he wouldn't get a chance to notice his blush.

Letting the water fall down and hit him, feeling the steam rising and his silver hair droop from being wet, he decided it best that he relieve himself of the built up feeling within. And there was only one way he knew how. The images of his dreams resurfaced and gave him plenty of inspiration. His whole face was red. He almost…almost couldn't believe that he was doing this, of all things, to the image of his best friend.

His grip around himself made him shiver, despite the heat building up in the bathroom. He knew he was doing something right when he gave that first tug. It was a branching pleasure that he didn't expect, but completely became obsessed with.

"Gon…"

Yes, he was by himself, so he could close his eyes and really focus on the object of his affections. Maybe he could even afford the luxury of saying his name a bit louder.

"G-Gon…!"

It had a nice ring to it. He had a hand before him against the tile, tilting his head back so the water was hitting his chest, though he kept going, completely fueled by his dreams…no… his fantasies.

It was a really nice feeling and he went faster, harder, minding his own strength in the process. He didn't need that much of a grip.

Without realizing it, his back was against the wall, one hand was behind him against said wall, and his other hand was set on giving him the release he'd been building up to. He was going faster and with a face consuming blush, he'd actually gotten a bit louder in his chant of his best friend's name.

Two things happened simultaneously.

He shouted Gon's name.

And suddenly the door swung open to the bathroom entrance and he hard Gon's voice, "Killua! You called me!?"

He nearly choked, but at the same time, he'd been sent over the edge. And his face was completely red, eyes wide, and he shivered a bit.

"Killua?"

"Gone, the soap is gone!"

"Huh?"

He had to come up with something and fast, "I…I wasn't calling you, I was saying there's no soap…"

"Oh okay! I can get you some. Hold on!"

He heard the ruffling of a cupboard within the restroom. His eyes were only on what coated his hand and had made its way to the floor of the shower. Seeing it in actuality was…different than in his dreams. He was sort of mesmerized. Until he remembered Gon would be on the other side of the shower curtain at a moment's notice. He put his hand into the steady water stream, watching it flow, following its trail until it went down the drain. He'd keep in mind to clean the whole shower afterwards, paranoid of the thought of leaving any evidence.

The curtain opened just a bit, "Here you go Killua!"

He slowly turned his head, blinking and looking to see just a tanner hand holding in a bar of soap.

What would he do if…? Nope…he was nowhere near as daring as to grab Gon's hand and pull him in the shower with him. That was way too much. Instead, he just took the bar, granted with the hand he didn't use to touch himself, "Thanks."

"Okay. Sorry about that. I was walking by and I really thought you called me!"

"I didn't. I could have gotten out and gotten it myself you know…"

"I know but I did want to let you know that Biscuit wants us to train when you get out. But I guess by the time we're done, you'll just need to shower again!", Gon was laughing a little innocent laugh.

I am such a pervert…

He didn't even want to face Gon, so he'd stay in the shower for longer than necessary. Way longer than necessary.

"Hey Killua…"

"W-what?"

"I know you haven't been feeling well lately. You had that nosebleed and you sound a little tired even now, so take your time okay?"

"Sure...thing…" he was flabbergasted when the curtain opened more and Gon was peering in.

"No really, if you don't feel like it, you shouldn't train today. Maybe you worked too hard last time. Either way, getting some more sleep and practicing after me would be…"

"Gon…a LITTLE privacy please!?"

"Oh!" the enhancer had just met his glance and his eyes never altered.

Of course Gon was just looking straight ahead. Eyes never going down or anything to look at his body.

"Gon…out!"

"Ah okay okay! I was just worried is all!"

"You can be worried from the other side of the curtain!"

Gon could take a hint and retreated from the shower, the curtain closing.

He sighed. He didn't want to sound mean, but he would go insane if Gon continued to stare right at him.

"Hey Killua!"

"What!?"

"What's that salty smell?"

Oh crap no! Why in the blue heck did Gon's super sense of smell have to kick in now!? Oh…salty…of course it's salty…, "I dunno! You're weird! Get out of here! I'll be out soon!"

"Okay okay!"

When the door of the bathroom shut, and he was by himself again, he heaved a sigh of relief. Geeze!

Clothed, clean, and dressed, he'd come out to face both Gon and Bisky in a much better mood.

Palm, on the other hand, had gone into her restroom for use and wondered at why it was unusually clean.