Their eyes met.

"The water is still nice and warm. Sorry I took so long."

"No it's fine. I was just doing some thinking."

"I was doing some thinking myself..."

Killua walked forwards and broke eye contact to walk past Gon and take refuge in the bathroom for the umpteenth time that week.

Gon on the other hand, had taken it upon himself to sit on the bed and fall back on it, looking up at the ceiling. His mind was reeling. I'm good at talking I think. I say a lot of things, but I can't believe I'm no good at saying something like that.

He blinked.

Killua was blushing a lot just now, it was cute.

He felt his own blush creeping up on his cheeks. It was a blush like Killua's which had the capability of getting him excited again. It was bad enough he'd been doing things without his best friend knowing, but it was a little embarrassing to think about why he'd taken so long in the shower.

The thoughts started after they came here and they started as little fleeting things. It was the most inappropriate time, with all of the other things he was thinking about. So he'd shoved it to the mental back burner. Tonight was a little different. He wore his heart on his sleeve and found himself more vulnerable than ever.

He'd been so grateful to Killua for always being there. That much was true, so he wanted to let him know that. At the same time, he needed to watch his words. Killua seemed to always run away from him, so maybe it was bad that right then and there he almost said the other thoughts that ran through his head.

I'm actually really selfish when I think about it. I want to get stronger, so I decided we should bring Knuckle here. Killua looked like he wanted to object. I don't ever want to make Killua uncomfortable but…

He sighed.

I also think that maybe telling him will make him uncomfortable, so I keep dropping little hints. I'm no good at this stuff though so I keep saying the wrong things. At the same time, I can't help but feel that there's something I'm missing. I don't think I ever really felt like this before, so I'm really bad at admitting that I like him. It's probably better that I don't say anything. Hmm…I like him more than anyone else. And it's more than as a friend, I'm sure.

His blush spread.

I can't say that I was thinking about him while I…

He shook his head. He needed to drop these thoughts before Killua came back. He sat up and noticed his tank top was on the floor, "Oh…" maybe it fell off when he'd plopped on the bed? He got up and went to pick it up and sweatdropped, "Oh…it's really sweaty…I should put all my stuff in the wash." He'd only been in his boxers. He reached and grabbed his green shorts also. They were sticky from how sweaty they'd gotten training their Ren for the two hours they managed to get in. He'd take a little trip to the laundry room before going to talk to Biscuit about whatever she wanted to talk to him about. He thought he had a little bit of an idea as to the conversation topic.

It was a little startling when he'd dropped his things in the laundry machine and there was someone behind him. He jumped and turned quickly to see Palm.

"I can wash that for you…", Palm had a little blush and was clutching at the front of her long dress.

Gon just blinked, "Oh! I didn't know you were awake! Thanks!" And with that, he just turned and walked right past the woman, his thoughts going to whatever he would be talking with Biscuit about.

Palm on the other hand, eyed the clothes and knew it was a waste to use the machine; she'd have to wash them in the basin. At the same time, she'd been completely unaware of how that Gon boy half naked would have an effect on her. Her eyes were wide, her blush growing, and she shoved the clothes in the laundry machine without another thought. She'd been in her room for most of the night, trying to idly pass the time since she was an insomniac anyway. Sleep wasn't something she really got and that was even before Gon, Killua, and Biscuit had come to stay with her for training. She'd been thinking about NGL and her sensei, wondering to herself about earlier that night when Biscuit sent them off to go fight Knuckle while they were exhausted and would clearly lose. Her power told her this was the right thing to do, but it was so weird. Everything was so weird.

She waited on the clothes to wash, keeping to her own thoughts while letting it press on. It was stupid to just wash so few things, but the hum of the washing and the sound of the water sloshing was a little soothing to her nerves.

She blinked. Gon had startled her as much as she probably startled him when she walked up to him due to the darkness of the hall.

Yet she hadn't been prepared.

He had a nice anatomy.

When the clothes stopped, she took them out and shoved them into the dryer, not really thinking much about anything else as she put the green shorts in with the white tank top and put them both on the highest heat setting.

Biscuit was patient and when Gon had come into the room. She was sitting in a chair and thinking to herself. As much as she loved teasing Killua, Gon was more of an enigma, which was something he unfortunately seemed to share with his father. She didn't personally know Ging, but she knew enough about him from doing a bit of digging.

"You wanted to talk to me?"

She nodded, "I did. About you bringing Knuckle here…"

He was already on the floor and bowing before her, "I'm sorry! I know that you wanted us to go out and challenge him! But I used my janken and he passed out and I didn't want to leave him out there!"

Biscuit smiled warmly, "It's fine. I wanted to say good job."

He looked up.

"When he wakes up, we'll determine the next step from his reaction. I don't want you and Killua to fall back on training your Ren, so don't stop doing that no matter what. I have the feeling that he'll be of a lot of use to us in the time we have left."

Gon had come back to a stand slowly, nodding, "Y-yeah! That takes a relief off my shoulders."

Biscuit shook a finger at him, "I'm sure that Palm will come around when she does find out what you guys did."

He nodded, his lips a thin line.

"Don't worry your little head about it! Go get some sleep. That's all I wanted to tell you!"

"Oh okay!", he was smiling a little as he walked out.

Biscuit shrugged to herself. Hah, I know all boys are probably doing it but I haven't the slightest clue if Gon's gotten to that point yet. I guess that means I have to deal with them very differently even though they're my students.

When Gon and Killua were lying in the bed together, neither of them was facing the other, yet they both had a lot on their minds.

The two of them welcomed the drowsiness when it finally took hold.

He was looking down at his lover, unable to stop himself from sliding himself up and down. He'd reached forwards and gripped the hands before him and gave them a tight squeeze while he lowered himself further down onto the others hardness. The feeling of being entered this way was wonderful, and he had a bit of control over the course of their movements being on top like this. It was something new, and yet that familiar pleasure was coursing throughout his body. It made him let out a shout of delight, especially when his partner started thrusting upwards and into him. It made him lean forwards, gripping soft hands tighter. He wanted to call out his lover's name and decided to go with that, over and over again. There wasn't any buildup at the start of the dream, no foreplay, nothing. It was once again right to the point.

He wanted to know if being penetrated by his lover's hardness would be this great outside of the dream world.

"Gon!"

"Killua!"

The name chanting from the amounts of pleasure they were both feeling was a resounding confirmation that they both felt the same. Perhaps it was a slightly different feeling between fulfilling the two possible roles of giver and receiver, but it was still ecstasy inducing.

To be on top, yet having the other inside…

He brought himself up, only to come back down, moving against the steady rhythm of his lover's hypnotic hip thrusts.

Hands let go of his own and he felt those familiar hands reach for his hips to hold onto them, letting him know his ride was about to get a bit more intense.

Shouts of joy grew in volume when the thrusts got harder…faster…

He was going to lose it and he knew he was going to release on his partner. It might go onto his belly, trail up to his bare chest…

Of course, he didn't think that his lover would mind that at all. It wouldn't be the first time one of them had lost it and gotten their release on the other.

The name chanting got louder and he found that his dream was getting a little more realistic. It was very light, but there were tears brimming in his eyes. What could it have been from? The feeling of being penetrated by his best friend? The bottled up emotions within him that had such a hard time coming out? How much he wanted to say three little words that should have been easy to say, despite them spending two years together and having adventures? Or was it from his hips being gripped minus a little restraint, where he knew there might be a mark of some sort after they were done? The grip on his hips hurt, but it was okay...he liked a little pain with his pleasure.

He was getting closer…so much closer…and it was driving him even crazier with sensation. Without really thinking about it all that much, he just let whatever came to mind slip past his lips, "K-kiss me…please…"

The thrusts got softer as his partner stopped, blushing harder upon hearing the sudden request.

He was blushing even more than his partner was at what they were doing. But it was a bit of an awkward position for them to bring their faces together.

"Okay…"

He was exited, sweating, panting; he collapsed as his knees had gotten weak. He turned over, letting his partner come on top of him and he let out a little yelp when the pleasure he'd already begun to miss returned. Now his lover was on top of him. He felt fingers lace with his own and it made his heart flutter in his chest. He'd closed his eyes as lips met and parted to commence a miniscule battle between the tips of tongues.

Being kissed like this felt so nice, especially while moving to the will of those thrusts. He couldn't help trying to wrap his legs around slender hips to keep him close. From top to bottom, he wanted to feel all of him, he needed to have the body on top pressed against his own and feel as much as he possibly could as he got closer…so much closer…

Names were moaned into mouths and they resumed their oxygen consuming kiss. Both teens kept their eyes closed.

He squeezed the hips between his legs tighter, squeezing the hands in each of his own.

The warmth of his lovers seed rushing in urged him to let go of the feeling built up within himself.

Their kiss still hadn't ended even though they pushed one another over the edge.

His lover stayed inside.

When it did end, when the paler of the two pulled his face up and away, their eyes opened and met in loving looks. Hands squeezed his own in return as he looked up into those ocean blue eyes with a look he hoped could mirror his emotions.

When he woke up, it was to a face consuming blush. He turned over, wondering if Killua was awake. It seemed he wasn't. That was fine. He needed to process what he'd just woken up from. He'd started off on top, riding the Zoldyck before he'd made his bashful request, which prompted him to suddenly be on the bottom, enjoying the ride of the ex-assassin being the giver.

As much as he thought to himself that maybe he would be the one to be forward and say something, he actually wasn't as bold with that as anyone would have guessed. It wasn't his first dream and he didn't think it would be the last. As a person who often followed his instincts, it was a little surprising to himself that he wasn't the one inside of the Zoldyck and that it was the opposite. He blushed harder, maybe it was because he'd been feeling so helpless about these things? If they were to really do it…I wouldn't mind it going either way. I'd want to feel what it would be like giving and receiving. So…I'd want to do that with Killua a lot…

It had to be early, the sun was up but it seemed no one else was. He didn't want to move because even the slightest movement might wake up the transmuter. He was a little glad that they weren't facing each other on the bed, or else he would go back to imagining the face from his dreams again. He remembered at the beginning of his dream of how…well…to put it bluntly…sexy the Zoldyck looked.

He reached and clutched a bit of the sheets.

I can't let him know. What if he doesn't think of me like that? He keeps running away from me whenever I try to build up the courage to say something. It would make me really sad to say something and then he looks at me weird. I know he'd get what I meant right away...

He frowned and furrowed his brows in contemplation. He hadn't been thinking these thoughts and having these dreams until after they'd gotten to this place. He was able to focus on getting back to save Kite, and at the same time was trying to act like normal despite the fact that his heart was torn. Within him raged a fierce battle between depression and hope that he didn't want anyone to know about. And then it seemed his mind was being even worse to him, by adding these feelings for Killua in the mix seemingly out of the left field.

Okay…so the feelings for his best friend weren't completely out of the left field.

He'd projected strong feelings for him before, just on the levels of friendship, before proclaiming proudly that Killua was his best friend. He was too preoccupied, albeit confused right now, to proudly announce that there was more to it than that.

He didn't really talk to Killua about things on this sort of level before. Maybe that was how he could get his attention? Let him know that he wasn't a stranger to courtship, but was a complete stranger to love itself. Granted, he did love other people in his life, like Aunt Mito, and he'd instantly felt a type of gravitating love for Kite.

But where his emotions had gone for the Zoldyck was on a completely different level.

He breathed and clutched the sheets tighter to try to calm himself down. Keep it together.

Killua was stirring.

Not facing Gon, the Zoldyck woke up and began fighting his own face consuming blush. Just like he'd hoped, he was grateful to his brain for allowing him the delight of another wet dream. He wasn't sure if Gon was awake or not, but he knew he shouldn't get up just yet. No longer did he think of it as a torture…mostly…

Gon had been the first to get up to get ready for the day and Killua was silently grateful. It was early, but they had a lot to do considering in the townhouse was Knuckle, who could wake up at any moment.

A/N: OMG I AM SO SORRY PEOPLE I AM NOT DEAD! Ahahah Sorry I missed last weeks update! I've been busy! So this week please graciously accept TWO chapters!

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