The refrigerator gave a disgruntled rattle as it hummed to life. Killua's apartment was silent, still. Sunlight drifted through blinds that had never been closed and curtains that had never been drawn, revealing a feathery downpour of snow that adorned the outside world. It was the day before Christmas Eve, and Yorknew City was quiet under the sun, which had just climbed over the crests of the rooftops downtown. Cars whizzed by the street outside less than frequently, with foggy windshields and snow adorned roofs.

Killua's bedroom door remained locked, and the windows splashed a bright glow across the secluded space. The bed was crooked, pushed out of place and at an awkward angle. Blankets lay tangled and sprawled about, with brief flashes of color against the sheer white of the sheet set.

Light snores drifted throughout the room, and Killua would have remained dead to the world if not for the stray cry of an ambulance from the depths of the city. He blinked himself awake, the upper half of his body freezing cold while the lower half was dripping with sweat.

The silver haired man groaned, tossing one leg out from under the oppressive pile of blankets while reaching absentmindedly for one to toss over his face. He latched onto a soft throw blanket, but his tugging proved useless and the blanket remained lodged just out of his reach.

Killua pouted and rolled over to inspect the problem, only to come face to face with an image that would be seared into his mind for the rest of his life.

Gon.

Laying across the bed from him, mere inches away, passed out against his pillows with a wad of his blankets cuddled up against his chest. He snored lightly, a trail of drool marching from the corner of his mouth to soak into Killua's blankets. His hair was an absolute disaster, with stray locks dangling across his eyes and sticking straight up.

Killua's heart spasmed, and he couldn't prevent the grin from invading his face. Feeling light as a feather, Killua launched himself forward and flung himself across Gon's body. The raven grunted, snorting awake and glancing around the room in a confused daze.

Laughter bubbled up from Killua's lips as he waded through knots of sheets and satin to sandwich himself against Gon.

"Someone's in a good mood," the raven teased, yawning as he opened his arms.

Killua flopped across his chest, draping himself lazily against his new boyfriend(!) and wrapping his arms contentedly around his neck. Gon's skin felt dirty and he stunk like dried sweat, but Killua couldn't have cared less. He pressed a lazy kiss against Gon's smiling mouth, missing his target and hitting the corner instead but the sentiment still there.

Gon giggled, yawning again as he wrapped his arms around Killua's waist and snuggled closer. He buried his nose in the fluff of Killua's hair, humming contentedly and likely settling down to pass out again.

"Love you so much," Gon mumbled, his words slurred and sleepy.

Killua grinned, feeling like a complete love-struck fool but happier than he'd ever been in his entire life. Getting dicked did that to a person, he supposed. "Me too," Killua said, tangling their legs together under the uneven pile of blankets and reveling in the sensation of Gon's breath skating across his bare shoulder.

He felt lighter than he'd felt in… ever. Everything felt so soft, so warm. Killua couldn't remember the last time he'd been this happy to wake up in the morning. Maybe he hadn't noticed the melancholy haze that drifted across the edges of his mind before, but now that it was lifted and the skies were clear he realized just how much of an impact Gon had made on his life.

Killua was washed over with such an intense feeling of contentment. And it was all thanks to the fool in his arms. Why had he been so reluctant to take Gon for himself? He'd been a total idiot for not taking this chance sooner.

He chuckled lightly to himself, lazily carding his hands through Gon's hair in an attempt to make it lay still. It was so thick, Killua loved it as much as he loved everything else about the guy.

"What's funny?" Gon mumbled, trying and failing to go back to sleep.

"Nothing. Just happy," Killua answered.

Gon huffed and rolled onto his back, dragging Killua with him. "Fuck," he sighed.

"What?" Killua giggled.

"You make me so happy," Gon accused, his chest shaking with laughter. "I've sworn off women. Thought I should make you aware."

Killua snorted. "Well I would certainly hope so. I'm not sharing you." He emphasized by giving Gon's hair a tug.

"I figured," Gon chuckled. "There's no one else for me, and especially not women now that you've given me your gayness."

Killua outright cackled. "Hah! Consider yourself contaminated~"

Gon grinned, laughing along with him. His fingers traced lazily circles across Killua's back, his eyes warm and glowing with enough emotion to make one melt on the spot. "I am serious though," he sighed, smiling up at the ceiling. "Finally figured my sexuality out, it seems. Nineteen years isn't too horribly late I'd say."

"Not at all~ I was only six entire years ahead of you~" Killua teased.

Gon gave him a look, before flicking the troublemaker on the nose.

"Hey! Uncalled for," Killua grumbled, rubbing his nose and giving his boyfriend (AH) a distrusting glare. "But whatever," he huffed, leaning his head on Gon's chest. "I can forgive you I guess."

"Aww, is Killua getting all soft on me?" Gon cooed.

"Don't test your luck," the silver haired man threatened.

"Yeah, definitely not," Gon snickered.

Killua rolled his eyes, watching with warm cheeks and a warm heart as Gon found his hand and laced their fingers together. "So all those girls?" he asked.

"I was fooling myself," Gon admitted. "I thought what I was feeling was attraction and like, heterosexuality. But now that I've been with you and kissed you and had my dick in your mouth I realized that none of that was anything close to the real thing…"

"Yeah?" Killua prompted, not entirely understanding but more than willing to listen.

"Yeah," Gon repeated. "I've only ever been with women for the physical stuff. I always ran away before anything could get too serious… every time they'd confess to me, I'd get all freaked out. It'd feel all nauseous and just… off. It took me all this time to realize that I enjoyed being with women for the sex and the sex alone, while never actually, like, being attracted or anything– Does that make sense? I feel like I'm rambling and nothing makes sense."

Killua chuckled, "Yeah, you're making sense. You thought you liked girls because that's what society said your whole life. It never occurred to you that you were different because you didn't know it was possible to be different. Is that right?"

Gon nodded. "You're better at explaining than me," he pouted. "But yeah… that pretty much sums it up. I'm gay! Now I know! Whoop-de-do!"

Killua snickered sinisterly, "Am I just that good in bed that you couldn't deny the truth anymore?"

"That had a lot to do with it, yeah, I guess," Gon muttered.

"Haha! I'm a natural," Killua bragged.

"Beginners luck," Gon corrected. "Besides, you didn't even have to do anything! Just sit there looking all pretty on my cock and screaming my name–"

"-Oh shut up, you ass!" Killua commanded, sternly slapping Gon on the chest.

The raven smirked and spoke in a high-pitched voice, "Gon, oh Gon, don't stop Gon, I want you to feel it with me Gon–"

"-I do not sound like that!" Killua shrieked, grabbing the offender by the face and squishing his cheeks together to shut him the hell up.

Gon just laughed maniacally, "And how would you know?" he teased, "You were the one doing all the screaming, I was the one who had to sit there and listen to you–"

"I'm never letting you top me ever again," Killua said darkly.

"What?! No! You can't do that!"

"Um, yes I can," Killua smirked, sitting up in the bed and looking down his nose at his (very distressed) boyfriend. Jesus fuck, I still can't get over the fact that he's my boyfriend now–

"I'd make an awesome top," he declared, flexing his nonexistent muscles to assert his dominance.

"Yeah, definitely," Gon argued, sitting up after him and giving him that lopsided smirk that told Killua he was about to say something he knew he wouldn't like.

"You're just scared that I'm better at it than you," Killua decided, crossing his arms petulantly across his chest. Gon pouted, slouching over with all his bulky muscles and nipple rings and sculpted features. Killua grinned, poking that protruding lip with a finger and trying to ignore Gon's flawless puppy-eyes. "You're perfect power-bottom material~" he snorted, unable to keep a straight face.

Gon huffed, shooing Killua's prodding fingers away so he could pout in peace. "I am not."

Killua snickered, "Touchy, are we?"

"No…"

Killua laughed, unconvinced. He dipped forward to plant a kiss across Gon's lips. Arguing about topping was fun, but kissing the pout of those inviting lips was even better. Gon responded suspiciously quickly for someone who was supposedly butt-hurt about the prospect of having a dick up their ass.

Needy fingers wound their way into Killua's hair, and he grinned against Gon's mouth as his little tirade trickled off into nothing. Their lips slid together, lazy kisses echoing in the silence of the bedroom as a steamy haze began to rise in the air between them once again.

Killua cupped Gon's jaw with his hands as he explored that silken mouth with his tongue. God, what he wouldn't give to have those devilish lips all over his body. Gon hummed contentedly against Killua's mouth as he broke the kiss to come up for air. He leaned their foreheads together, watching Gon's half lidded eyes where they lay trained on his parted lips.

I'll never get tired of this.

Killua rubbed his thumb across Gon's cheek, which had gained a light dusting of stubble overnight. His skin was rough, not as silken as it had been the night before when he'd nuzzled his face into the crook of Killua's neck between jagged breaths. Killua had half a mind to bite the tip of that cute nose, but the distant look in Gon's eyes gave him pause.

He looked… troubled. Thoughtful. Thinking was not something that Gon Freecss did very often.

"Hey," Killua said softly, leaning his cheek on his boyfriend's shoulder and lacing their fingers together in his lap. "Are you… okay? With being gay, I mean."

Gon blinked, eyes flicking to Killua's. "Yeah! Of course, yeah, I'm perfectly fine. I mean, there's nothing wrong with being gay or… anything."

Killua sighed, a soft smile spreading across his face. "It's alright if you're surprised. It can't be easy to adjust to."

Gon gave Killua a guilty look. It was almost pitiful. Killua couldn't help but find the pleading expression in those campfire eyes absolutely adorable…

"It feels kinda weird," Gon admitted softly. "Like when you're chewing something and can't swallow it right… I–I'm not ashamed or anything and I'm certainly not homophobic or something stupid like that, but I…"

"It's weird adjusting," Killua supplied.

"Yeah. Labels and stuff."

"That's fine," Killua reassured. "I'd be concerned if you weren't at least a little hesitant about completely jumping teams. I mean, not everyone turns gay overnight."

Gon returned Killua's smile, some of the tension in his shoulder beginning to relax.

"We don't have to tell anyone just yet," Killua offered.

Gon blinked at him, eyes wavering.

Killua gestured between them, "About this, or you being gay. Not if you don't want to. You can take a little time before you tell your army of friends if it's what you need."

"No, I don't want to do that," Gon protested softly, gripping Killua's fingers. "I couldn't do that to you, and I can't let myself do it to me either. I'm not gonna hide you… even though I'd love to steal you away and keep you all to myself~ No one else getting to touch my Killua~"

The boy in question rolled his eyes, huffing a laugh. "Understandable. Though Alluka wouldn't appreciate it. I am somewhat of a treasure, aren't I?" He called me his Killua… Fuck, I'm such a sap.

"The greatest treasure," Gon declared with a grin. Killua felt his cheeks start to turn pink. Stupid Gon and his stupid dopey smoothness–

"But… yeah," Killua continued, turning serious once again. "If you're comfortable with having this out in the open then I'm completely behind you. And if you ever need to talk about sexuality struggles, come to me. If you need to talk about being gay. Or even if you realize you're wrong and you really are bi or pan or something like that. I'm here for you so don't be a stranger."

The smile that Gon gave was practically angelic. "Awww, Killua." He wrapped his boyfriend up in his arms. "You're my favorite little ally."

"I'm not little," Killua mumbled, pretending that he wasn't blushing at the praise. "And I'm not just an ally, I'm a fellow cock enjoyer."

Gon giggled, "That's a fun way to put it. A cock enjoyer! That's what I am."

Killua snorted. "Yeah, go on and tell every single friend and family member that. I'm sure they'll be thrilled." The raven nuzzled against Killua's shoulder, squeezing him tightly as thanks. Killua couldn't help but smile. He loved this stupid idiot so damn much…

Huh. Come to think of it, I don't really know much about Gon's friends and family. I know about Zushi and Zazan's group of course, but I know his friend group is a hell of a lot larger than that. He's told me about his Aunt Mito, but it was still pretty vague.

I wonder… if they'll react poorly to him coming out?

Killua hugged Gon tighter. He knew that his family was a complete shit show when it came to literally anything LGBTQ, but he didn't want Gon to have to put up with that type of crap. He hated to picture this precious person going through such a painful confrontation… and likely a falling out to boot.

In any case, whatever may happen in the future I'll be right by his side to help him through it. Gon still doesn't like talking about his personal life, but I'll be sure to milk that information out of him sooner or later. Hopefully literally~

Thanks to his intrusive thoughts straying to the topic of certain bodily fluids, Killua became fully aware of just how filthy he was at the moment. As well as Gon. And his poor bed. He shuddered.

"Ew. I'm all gross," he complained.

Gon laughed, clearly proud of himself. "Yup! Alllll, nasty! Isn't sweating awesome Killua?! You should start coming to the gym with me so we can sweat together more often~"

"In your dreams," Killua drawled. "I won't be caught dead in a gym. Besides, my mornings are strictly dedicated to–"

When Killua tells you his soul left his body he is not fucking joking.

"...Killua?" Gon asked, sounding concerned.

"Oh my FUCK!" Killua screamed, startling Gon so bad that the poor guy just about fell off the bed.

Killua flew out of the bed and snatched his phone off the floor in such a dramatic motion that he was genuinely surprised he hadn't broken any bones. He hunched over like a gremlin, perched on the pile of blankets with a growing dread.

He flicked on his lockscreen.

It was 11:46.

"Oh my…" Killua breathed, reading the various notifications on his screen with a growing dread in his stomach.

"What? What is it?!" Gon demanded, in full panic mode. He looked ready to either beat the crap out of an unknown intruder or grab Killua and hide under the bed until it was safe.

"IT'S FUCKING TWELVE IN THE AFTERNOON!" Killua screamed, his voice going comically high.

Gon just blinked. "Uh… yeah? It is pretty light outside I guess."

"I HAD WORK TODAY, I WAS SUPPOSED TO OPEN!"

Gon's jaw dropped, and he promptly busted out laughing.

"I forgot to set my fucking alarm– stop laughing, you sack of rotten shit!" Killua scolded, face flaming as Gon wheezed at his expense. He opened his phone with flying thumbs, promptly ignoring Coffee Flavored Lube because he wasn't in the mood for being murdered by Kurapika though the screen. Fuck, he was so screwed.

Killua opened Snapchat with literal tears in his eyes, finding an obscene amount of Snaps from Chrollo and Ikalgo.

"Brooo?!"

"Where are you?"

"Kurapika is LOOKING FOR YOU, MY GUY–"

"ah shit they're coming for us–"

"DUDE GET HERE"

"HURRY"

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO OPEN WHERE ARE YOU"

"Kurapika wants your head"

"don't worry, I'll invite Alluka to the funeral–"

"my friend… the situation is dire"

"i swear if you don't show up in the next ten seconds then Kurapika's gonna eat your first born child–"

"All hope is lost. God is dead. Leorio sends his regards."

"listen, it's not too late to flee for the border–"

"you best have a good reason because the LOOK ON KURAPIKA'S FACE I–"

Killua's stomach dropped as he opened the last Snap, which consisted of a blurry picture of Kurapika absolutely livid as they held the schedule and glared at where Killua's name was definitely listed, oh my fuck–

With a defeated whimper, Killua opened the camera to send a meager apology Snap. Maybe if he used proper punctuation and grammar then Kurapika would be more likely to spare him–

"Whatcha doin?"

Just as Killua was lowering his thumb to take a picture of himself looking (hopefully) remorseful, Gon showed up at his shoulder and startled him. He fumbled the phone, almost dropping it… as well as clicking send in the process.

Killua froze up, staring down at his Chat menu.

Gon blinked at him, his face reflecting off the dark-mode screen.

"Gon, what the FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" Killua roared, tackling the fucking idiot into the bed and wrapping his hands around his neck to fucking strangle him to death. The raven was practically in hysterics, he was laughing so hard that tears were coming up in the corners of his eyes. He was having trouble breathing, but unfortunately that was because of his laughter and not because of Killua's murder attempt.

Stupid fucking Gon had scared Killua just up and materializing right beside him, and he'd accidentally sent Ikalgo a picture of him and Gon sitting shirtless in his messy bed!

"I'm going to murder you!" Killua roared, perching on Gon's waist and throttling him.

The idiot squirmed and laughed beneath him, a hand held over his eyes as loud cackles echoed throughout Killua's bedroom. The silver haired boy ground his teeth, face flaming. What the fuck had Gon been thinking?! He knew how Killua's coworkers were, what did he think was going to happen when they received such an incriminating picture?!

Killua's phone buzzed on the bed next to them, and he was off Gon and gripping the device in his hands in a flash of pale skin and wild hair.

The Snap Killua received signaled the end of his mortal life.

Ikalgo, Chrollo, Palm, Leorio, and Kurapika were all huddled in the frame, blurry as all hell with bulging eyes and screaming mouths. "WHAT THE HELL, DID YOU HOOK UP WITH GON?!" was typed across the screen, along with a truly unethical number of emoji keyboard spams.

Killua glared at Gon with all the homosexual rage he could muster.

The idiot was still rolling around on his back and laughing his fucking ass off.

Dick.

This was all his fucking fault!

Killua snapped a picture of himself glaring into the camera, making sure to catch Gon's conniption fit in the background.

"i've been a little occupied, sorry," he sent, blushing like mad and contemplating how much effort it would take to move to Canada and start completely over under a new identity.

"A LITTLE?!" was the response, paired with an indecipherable picture. Likely of the same cast from the last Snap.

"I forgot to set my alarm. I'm sorry Kurapika, I'll take an extra shift as soon as I can to make up for it." See?! Perfect grammar and syntax! That was definitely going to spare his life.

"ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NAKED IN BED WITH GON?!" Killua glared at the next Snap he received, in which Ikalgo and Chrollo were standing with their hands over their mouths and eyes wide enough to pop out of their skulls. Kurapika was accepting an obscene amount of cash from the rest of the staff in the background.

Killua scoffed and began typing his response, when his phone was absolutely bombarded with message notifications.

Alluka: BROTHER

Alluka: BROTHER

Alluka: BROTHER

Alluka: HOLY SHIT

Alluka: YOU AND GON

Alluka: YOU AND GON FUCKED?!

Alluka: WHEN?!

Alluka: HOW?!

Alluka: WHAT HAPPENED?!

Alluka: TELL ME!

Alluka: WHEN IS THE WEDDING?!

Alluka: I AM GOING TO BE YOUR MAID OF HONOR

Alluka: AND THE WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER

Alluka: AND THE RING BEARER

Alluka: AND THE PRIEST

Alluka: OH MY FUCK I'M LITERALLY MAKING A NOTE DOCUMENT TO START PLANNING RIGHT AT THIS VERY MOMENT

Alluka: IT FINALLY HAPPENED I'M LITERALLY CRYING RN

Alluka: YOU GUYS ARE BESTIES AGAIN GHWOIEGNWOIHOIWVJEWV I CAN DIE IN PEACE

Alluka: AND YOU'RE NOT A VIRGIN ANYMORE?! YOU'RE FINALLY JOINING ME AT THE BIG KID'S TABLE?! LITERALLY WHAT?!

Killua gave up on reading the constant influx of messages. He glared at Gon. "Do you see what you've done?" he snapped.

The raven grinned at him, "I– I'm sorry–"

"-Yeah, the fuck you are!" Killua yelled. "I'm so fucking mad at you right now I can't believe."

Gon collapsed again. If he kept laughing like this then he was going to burst a blood vessel. If he hadn't already done so, like god.

Killua rolled his eyes and rubbed his temples, trying to concoct a response that would appease his sister. She was in a frenzy, like a damn shark high on the scent of blood. He was so going to kill Gon.

What would be better, feeding him cupcakes filled with ground up glass or strangling him with a sock-rope in his sleep?

Gon kept on laughing as Killua contemplated his murder options.

Oh, he wouldn't be laughing for long.

When Killua was halfway through typing his explanation to Alluka, the bedroom erupted with a deafening personalized ringtone. It was Beetovens's Fifth Symphony bass boosted like a mofo, and the ringtone volume was at the highest setting.

Killua jumped when the alarm rang from somewhere on the floor, but Gon startled so badly that he literally fell off the bed. Killua watched with narrowed eyes as Gon scrambled across the room and rushed to get his phone out of the pocket of his abandoned pants. His face was white as a sheet, he looked like he was about to throw up.

The hell?

Gon pressed receive and tentatively held the phone up to his ear, flinching before the call had even connected. All of this was freaking strange, but it was Gon's tone of voice that drove Killua's eyebrows to raise all the way up into his bangs. Gon's voice was calm, polite, fearful. Dare Killua say professional. Who the hell was this person?!

"Hello?" Gon asked. His facial expression made him look as if he'd just pissed off the fucking mafia.

"Gon fucking Freecss, where the hell are you?!"

Gon jumped out of his skin and ripped the phone away from his ear. Killua winced as well, and he was all the way across the room! The voice on the other end of the line was male and livid, not to mention loud enough that it could have been heard from the street.

"What the fuck are you doing?! It's twelve in the goddamn afternoon! I've been sitting at my desk fucking waiting on you since eight am! Eight! A! M! Where are you and what the fuck is more important than your responsibilities?! Why do I trust you with shit in the first place, tell me why!"

Killua blinked. Twice. Well. Shit. He'd thought he was getting chewed out by Kurapika but this was something else entirely. He couldn't prevent the smug expression that spread across his face. Oh come on, do you blame him? Gon had been laughing at him like a total dick, this was what he fucking deserved! Although… what exactly was it that he was getting right now?

Gon swallowed and managed to get a word in, holding the phone up to his mouth like it was contaminated with radioactive waste. "I'm so sorry–"

"-Yeah, you'd fucking better be! Where the hell are you?! I thought you were dead on the side of the road, goddammit! Fucking shit, you'd better have a good explanation for this, because if anything less than a nuclear war has broken out then I'm going to cut off your ear and feed it to Kon while you watch."

Gon winced and tried again, "I know, I'm super late, I just–"

"Where the fuck is the file?! Are you behind? Is that what this is?! Deadlines are the bear fucking minimum, kid, and I already give you miles of slack! Did your shit apartment catch fire?! I fucking told you to fix that goddamn fridge compressor, this is why you listen when people give you advice! Jesus fucking Christ, Gon, if I hear that you've been playing that goddamn Zodiac II game instead of meeting your deadlines then I'm going to–"

"-I'm sorry! I fucking up, I know! It's just–"

"-Where the hell are you right now?! Life 360 says you're dead in a parking lot off Padokea Parkway, why are you on that side of town?! Did you get kidnapped?!"

"I'm okay!" Gon yelled, exasperation written all over his face. "I'm not dead, Jesus! Calm the fuck down–"

"-You're telling me calm the fuck down?! Do you have any idea who you're talking to?!"

"I slept in! That's all! The world's not ending and I'm not dead!" Gon exclaimed, shoulders hunched and rigid as he spoke over the voice on the other end of the line. Killua watched with his chin in his palm, utterly invested. "I'll send the file really soon, okay?" Gon pleaded. "It was an honest mistake, I swear it won't happen again! I finished everything two days ago, and I even added a couple of extra details. I'll send it as soon as I get back to my place, just give me an hour tops–"

"-An hour?! You want me to sit here and wait for an entire hour when I've been tapping my foot all fucking day waiting on your lazy ass?! What do you mean you were sleeping, haven't you heard of an alarm clock?! I swear to god, your entire generation!"

"I get it! I get it!" Gon said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know what a damned alarm is, I just forgot to set it, okay? It was an honest mistake and I won't do it again."

"You'd better not do it again! Do you have any idea how many people you've inconvenienced with this screw-up? The entire system is going to be thrown off because one man didn't deliver! One man! And that's you! I thought college would clean your act up but clearly you're still disorganized and ditsy as fucking ever–"

Killua snickered into his hand, he'd never seen Gon look so flabbergasted! It was hysterical.

"Who the fuck was that?"

Gon and Killua froze in unison. Oh shit, the guy on the other end had heard him laugh–

The two shared a glance, and Gon's eyes sparked with determination. "It was my new boyfriend–"

The eruption of noise on the other end of the line was earsplitting.

Gon quickly ended the call, holding his phone away from his body. It dangled between his thumb and forefinger. He stared at it in suspicion, as if it would start yelling at him again. After thirty seconds went by and the phone remained silent, the raven finally relaxed. He sighed and walked over to Killua's bed, falling face first with a dramatic groan.

Killua snorted. "Who the fuck was that?"

Gon winced. "It was my dad," he mumbled against the sheets.

Killua quirked a brow. Gon's dad? He didn't know he had one. Gon had been raised by his Aunt Mito, right? So who was that guy? Actually… based on all that yelling, it was probably for the best that Gon had been raised by his Aunt Mito instead of that nutcase…

"Your dad?" Killua asked. "He sounded like a total asshole. Why was he yelling at you so much? And what was this business with 'sending files?'"

Gon chuckled and flipped over onto his back. He gazed up at Killua with a sheepish smile on his face. "My dad's name is Ging Freecss. I was supposed to send him the files for the next Greed Island update this morning and now he's pissed at me."

The hamster wheel in Killua's brain scattered off its track. Wait… what? Ging? Freecss? Greed Island? Update files? Sending?

"...WHAT?!"

…

"So let me get this straight…" Killua held his hands in the air in front of him, leaning over his bowl of cereal like a conspiracy theorist hot on the trail. "Your father is Ging Freecss, the owner of Greed Island and my fucking lord and savior, and you work for him and his company by helping design the updates that grace our cruel world every month. And because you did so well on the Christmas event you were given the responsibility of designing an entire, permanent expansion to the game itself. And that was due this morning. But you were too busy fucking me senseless to set your alarm."

"That just about sums things up, yeah," Gon sighed. He was pouring over his phone, a pout on his face as he tapped away at his screen. He was texting Ging and trying to properly explain why he had a boyfriend all of a sudden and why that boyfriend had prevented him from turning in his files on time.

Killua slouched in his chair and whimpered dramatically. "I can't believe I didn't fucking notice! Your name is Gon Freecss, just like Ging Freecss, who else has that last name?!" He dragged his hands down his face, sobbing dramatically as he pulled at his lower lids.

How was this possible?! Gon, his incredibly-hot-and-flawless-in-every-way-boyfriend, was the son of Killua's god and idol?! He was the blood relative of the genius who had brought Greed Island upon this world?! Killua loved him. He fucking loved him.

Greed Island was his entire heart and soul and Gon was A LITERAL EMPLOYEE OF THE COMPANY THAT HELD HIS ENTIRE EXISTENCE IT ITS HANDS–

"Can I hold your hand?" Killua whispered dramatically, gawking at Gon from across his shitty kitchen table in awe.

The raven chuckled and passed his hand across the table, deigning to text Ging with one thumb. Ging. He was texting Ging, Ging Freecss and the god of Killua's world! And Ging Freecss knew about him! He knew about Killua's laughable existence, he didn't deserve such an honor!

Killua clutched Gon's hand in his own, holding it up to his forehead and bowing down before it like the total video game weeb that he was. These hands. These hands had created the Christmas expansion from nothingness! These hands had created the next Greed Island update, and by god Killua was going to have those hands on his dick if it was the last thing he did–

"I'm not the second coming of Christ, Killua," Gon snorted, watching his boyfriend out of the corner of his eye.

"You might as well be!" Killua whined. "Your Ging's son, he's my god! So that makes you my Jesus!"

Gon rolled his eyes. "Don't give him the credit, it'll do nothing but stoke his ego. That's the last thing that needs to grow any bigger," Gon muttered under his breath, glaring down at his phone screen as he typed vigorously with his thumb.

"I can't believe I'm dating the sugar baby of Greed Island," Killua whispered in astonishment.

"Stop, please," Gon begged. "All the money I've earned from Greed Island I earned from my own hard work!"

"I know, and it's so fucking hot," Killua whined, lacing their fingers together and watching Gon giggle.

The raven sighed and flicked his phone off, seemingly giving up hope. It continued buzzing every other second, but Gon ignored it. "Listen. I really fucking hate Greed Island, and it's not because I'm ungrateful! It's because Ging pisses me off and I want to prove to his stupid face that I'm better than him in every way possible."

"Wow, touched a nerve, huh?" Killua snickered. Gon was glaring daggers into his bowl of Frosted Flakes. A vein was even popping in his forehead, it was hilarious!

Gon sighed and glanced over at Killua. He tossed him a grin, squeezing his fingers before he launched into his grand explanation. "I was raised by my Aunt Mito because Ging ditched me as a kid."

Killua blinked. Well shit–

Gon rubbed the back of his neck, muscles flexing in his arm and definitely not catching Killua's attention–

"He didn't wanna deal with a kid, so he up and left me to Mito," Gon huffed. "He was too busy with his work, to invested in his own life to set aside time and effort for someone who wasn't himself. I mean, I understand and stuff. Like, if I had my whole life ahead of me then I wouldn't wanna slow down cause of some stupid kid." Gon spoke with his hands, he was clearly very passionate about this topic.

"My entire life I looked up to Ging, because he was the one who designed Greed Island. He left me behind to start that company, you know? I wanted nothing more than to become just like him, and I spent my entire childhood obsessed with gaming and coding so I could meet him one day and head the company right alongside him."

Killua blinked, clutching Gon's hand as he spoke. His heart reached out to the guy. Gon never talked about his personal life, and the fact that he was finally opening up like this made Killua melt on the inside.

Gon snorted. "Eighteen years of my life completely wasted, and when I finally got in contact with the guy I realized that he was a total fucking asshole. I applied to Greed Island right out of highschool and met him in an interview. He was… nothing at all like the guy I'd built up in my head all my life. He's a total dick and the most arrogant bastard I've ever met in my life.

"He refused to hire me because I hadn't been to college. It had been my entire plan to work my ass off through high school and skip college to work for Greed Island immediately, but those dreams shattered right before my eyes. Ging said that he wouldn't hire me until I got a degree, but he'd pay me for freelance junk all throughout college to help me build up work experience.

"I never applied anywhere so I ended up going to a community college my freshman year, then applied later on and came here. I've got so much money on my hands because of the work I do for Ging, and I'm not supposed to talk about it cause it's classified and stuff. So I'm sorry I kept all this from you.

"Ging promised he'd hire me right out of college, and I'm going to be stuck working for Greed Island until I can get my own company up and running. I'm gonna do that and make a game that's even better than Greed Island, and I'll prove to Ging that he isn't shit! We bet on it when we first met, I'm gonna be more successful than he is and in exchange he's going to admit that he was wrong for dumping me in Mito's lap!

"But yeah," Gon sighed, running his hand through his hair. "That's the story. I'm in contact with my dad now, but as you can see he's just as agreeable as a porcupine." He gestured to his phone, which was still buzzing like crazy. "We've got a relationship and junk now, but he's nothing more than my boss. And a sucky one at that. But he seems to think that since he's my dad my life is all his business.

"He keeps riding my ass about passing classes, and he drops by my apartment at random to nag about everything in sight. He even stalks the location on my phone so he can make sure I don't die, isn't that so ridiculous?"

Killua snickered, terrible. Utterly terrible.

"And now he thinks it's his responsibility to give me a whole speech about dating and shit!" Gon complained, gesturing to his abandoned phone. "He thinks that you're a bad influence on me, by the way."

Killua laughed out loud. "He sounds amazing."

"He's not," Gon complained. "He's a jackass but…" the raven sighed melodramatically. "He's my dad, and at least he's trying I guess. I still hate him though."

"With a vengeance," Killua added, amused.

Gon nodded in agreement, "Yup. I'll show him, I'll make a better game than anything he's ever seen! That'll show him to yell at me like that. We'll see who's laughing ten years down the road."

"Right, whatever you say," Killua giggled, holding Gon's hand and gazing at him adoringly from over his empty bowl of cereal. The raven pouted at him, still disgruntled by his phone call from Ging.

Killua sighed, a grin plastered all over his face. "I still can't wrap my mind around the fact that you made the Christmas expansion! I feel kinda bad about hating on it now."

"Oh really? Do you?" Gon taunted, smiling at Killua with a playful glint in his eye.

"I guess, but only slightly," Killua mused, mischief sparkling in his navy colored eyes. "The yetties were overkill."

"What?! The yetties were fucking flawless!" Gon erupted.

Killua burst out laughing. It had been a little strange that Gon was so enthralled with the Christmas update when he claimed to hate Greed Island so much. Now Killua knew that it was because Gon had literally created that level of the game, so it explained why he'd been so enthusiastic about forcing Killua to love it, and also why he'd been so unnaturally good at it.

Looking back at their little video game date, Killau couldn't help but feel endeared considering how passionate Gon had been about forcing him to play the Christmas update. He'd known that Killua loved Greed Island, and he'd wanted to show off his work. It was cute.

"Why didn't you tell me about all this until now?" Killua asked with a playful grin. "Kinda rude, if you ask me."

"I couldn't though," Gon pouted. "I really, really wanted to though! It's not like I wanted to keep all this from you, but I'm not supposed to disclose information about the game development. Also I don't like telling people that Ging's my dad because he's crazy."

Killua snorted. "Understandable." He really did understand. If anyone felt the pain of psycho relatives then it was him. "Are you gonna get thrown in jail for telling me all this?" he teased, leaning across the table and gesturing with his spoon.

"Probably not," Gon said slowly, tapping on his chin. "As long as Ging doesn't find out that you know then he won't have anything to get pissed off about. Zushi already knows because we live in the same house, and he's sworn not to tell a soul what I'm working on so Ging lets it slide. And I know that you won't tell anybody the important stuff either, I trust you!"

Killua pretended that he wasn't glowing because of that assertment. "So you told mother fucking Zushi about all this before you told me?" he complained.

Gon rolled his eyes, though smiled all the same. "Zushi and I live in a tiny apartment together, he was bound to figure it out eventually! And I've known him longer than you so he gets superiority."

Killua huffed, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. "And what if I challenge him for that superiority?"

Gon giggled. "How would that play out exactly?"

"I'd fight him to the death for your number one priority slot," Killua declared. "I'll wipe the floor with his pussy ass, and then I'll be more important than Zushi!"

"Is that jealousy I smell?" Gon drawled, leaning on his hand as he gazed at Killua adoringly.

"No, of course not," Killau declared. "I would never be jealous of such a sorry excuse for consciousness. It's simply my duty as a higher intelligence to rescue him from what he doesn't deserve."

Gon snorted. "You talk a big game about murdering my roommate, but I'm surprised Zushi hasn't killed you yet."

Killua laughed, that was rich! "Zushi? Kill me? You're hilarious, Gon. He may be a serial killer with a necrophilia fetish but I am gay. He couldn't get the drop on me if he tried."

The raven chuckled and shook his head. "Zushi is not a serial killer, Killua," he sighed.

"That's what he wants you to think," Killua threatened.

"Whatever," Gon laughed. "Nothing I say will change your mind."

"Damn straight."

"But still," Gon hummed. "There is one thing I wonder about." He squeezed Killua's fingers.

"Oh yeah? Indulge me," Killua drawled, expecting more banter about Zushi's secret serial killing streak.

"You said that Zushi is my number one priority," Gon said, speaking with an air of false curiosity. "I wonder where Killua got that impression?" He pretended to stroke an invisible beard, gazing thoughtfully into the distance.

Killua gave him a quizzical look. "Well yeah. You two live together. You've been friends for longer. You only met me a month ago."

Gon's smile turned soft, his eyebrows turning up at the corners. He dragged their joined hands to the center of the table, and gestured for Killua to pass him the other from where it had been clenching the napkin laid across his lap. He complied, allowing Gon to hold both of his hands across the table.

The raven leaned forward, gazing deeply into Killua's eyes as he spoke. "Lua," he said softly, the pet name making Killua's heart trip. "I may have known Zushi longer than I've known you, along with all my other friends, but you're way more important to me than all of them combined."

Killua's breath hitched in his chest. He felt his face start to stain red.

"...We don't need friends, Kill. Such bonds are trivial. There will always be someone else higher in a 'friend's' priorities. The only bond you can truly rely on is blood. Don't forget that…"

"...I'm leaving, Alluka, and I'm taking you with me! I don't know how but I'm gonna do it! Don't listen to a damn word they say, alright? Blood isn't worth shit, not when theirs is thinner than water…"

"You make me happy, Killua," Gon said, speaking in a heartbreakingly sweet tone. "You're my best friend and I love you more than anything. Now I have the privilege of calling you my boyfriend, and please don't think that you're not my top priority. You don't have to fight anyone or kill my roommate to earn my dedication, because you already have it. Okay?"

Killua bit his lip, hiding his eyes beneath his bangs. He didn't want Gon to see the stupid expression on his face… or the happy tears that rose up across his water line. "Okay. I hear you," he murmured.

Gon grinned, squeezing Killua's fingers. He leaned across the table and planted a kiss across Killua's brow, spitting hair out of his mouth with a grin as he sat back down. "Killua's my number one," he declared. He was blinding and it was painful to look at. How was this fair? How could he be so perfect?

"Killuaaa," Gon cooed, leaning down to peek underneath his bangs. "Is your face all red?"

"Pfft, no," he lied.

Gon giggled, "You're adorable."

Killua glared at him. "Shut up."

"You know you love me~"

Killua averted his gaze. I'm terrible at expressing it… but you're my number one too.

He got the feeling that Gon understood the silent message.

The raven cracked a wicked grin. "Wanna put my dedication to the test?"

Killua rose a silvery brow. "How so?"

"Come on," Gon snickered, standing up and tugging Killua out of his chair. "I've gotta go back home and send the files to Ging, you want me to show you what's in store for the next update?"

Killua gasped, his face lighting up in a wild grin. "Oh fuck yes I do."

…

Alluka: Killua I swear to fucking god

Alluka: answer me, dammit!

Alluka: don't leave me hanging like this!

…

Gon dragged Killua back inside his and Zushi's apartment at precisely 1:15 in the afternoon. It was an interesting experience, considering that the last time Killua had been here he'd left with a broken heart and tears rolling down his cheeks. But now he was hand in hand with his new boyfriend and everything was right in the world.

However, things got less right in the world when they entered the apartment to find mother fucking Zushi.

The two of them stepped out of the snow, shivering and stomping on the welcome mat to get the slush off their boots. Gon slammed the door behind them, quickly locking it and cupping his hands over his mouth to blow into them.

"Fuck, it's so cold," the raven complained.

"G-Gon?! Is that you?!"

Killua rolled his eyes and rotated to face his least favorite person in the entire world. His sister's pussy boyfriend.

"Hey Zushi!" Gon greeted, throwing the brunette a grin as he kicked his shoes off.

"You scared me!" Zushi complained, swiftly pausing the baking competition he'd been watching on their television. "I thought someone was breaking in to kill me!"

Killua snorted, "Opportunity missed."

Gon elbowed him in the ribs.

"Where have you been all this time?!" Zushi demanded. He shot to his feet, looking very distressed. "You didn't come home last night with the groceries and it freaked me out! I thought maybe you got snowed in at the Kroger, but you haven't been responding to any of my messages! I was this close to filing a missing persons' notice!"

"Sorry dude," Gon snickered. "I got kinda distracted."

Zushi frowned. "The least you could have done was texted me— and wait, Killua?! What are you guys doing here?! I thought you were fighting–"

"-Alright, this way," Killua interrupted, speaking over Zushi as he grabbed Gon by the hand and dragged him down the hall and into his bedroom.

Zushi watched the two of them with a confused expression on his face. The hell was going on?!

"There we go!" Killua said happily as he slammed Gon's bedroom door behind the two of them. "Now come on, show me the goods!"

Gon chuckled and followed Killua to his computer desk, where the silver haired male was already shaking his monitors awake. The raven sat down in his chair and started clicking back and forth through tabs of computer code and a fancy looking email box.

"I've already got it all saved so all I have to do is attach it to the email," he explained, quickly drafting a body to send to Ging.

"Sorry I'm late," it read, "here's the stuff."

Killua snorted, "How elegant."

"Yup!" Gon snickered. "It'll really piss him off." He began attaching seemingly random files from his computer to the email. His hand was quick on the mouse, completing the task rather effortlessly as he spoke. "I can't really show you anything interesting because all I do is plan the level itself and write the code for bosses and character commands. I already sent in sketches for the new map, characters, and items, and Greed Island has been working on that stuff for a while now.

"I'd show the sketches and stuff to you but unfortunately I already shredded the files. Ging makes me do that every time I turn them in. He sucks. All they need now is my code to get the rough draft up and running. That way they can clean up any hitches and bring it all together. The update won't drop until a couple weeks from now, probably three because Ging is petty and will make a big ass deal about me being late."

"And you seriously drafted an entire fucking expansion," Killua deadpanned, still utterly blown away that Gon was literally creating an entire fucking video game with his bare hands.

The raven chuckled sheepishly. "Well not all of it. Ging's company does all the hard stuff. All I have to do is come up with everything and write the skeleton code for how I want everything to work. They do the rest."

"That's still a shit ton of work!" Killua exclaimed, watching as Gon finally attached the last email and hit send. He leaned back in his chair once he was done, peeking up at Killua, who was leaned over the back.

"Not really," Gon said cheerfully. "I love doing it so it feels super easy! Once Ging finally hires me for real I'll be able to do all the hard stuff too. Except rendering characters and backdrops. I suck at drawing and Ging says he's never letting me touch anything front-end until hell freezes over."

Killua snickered, "Yeah, you never pegged me as an artist."

"Rude," Gon complained.

Killua giggled, wrapping his arms around the chair to embrace Gon from behind. "You're a typing guy, there's nothing wrong with that."

Gon grinned dopily up at his boyfriend, his cheeks flushing pink at the rare display of affection from Killua.

"I feel like Ging's exploiting you for cheap labor~" Killua teased, leaning down to kiss the bridge of Gon's nose.

The raven hummed contentedly, "Oh, he most certainly is. I wonder if it's worth taking to court over?"

"Sounds badass. I'll be your lawyer," Killua volunteered with a smirk.

"It's a plan," Gon declared. He reached up and slipped his fingers into Killua's hair, pulling him down until he could reach his mouth. Gon kissed his lips gently, awkwardly craning his neck. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, but Killua's chest erupted with a swarm of butterflies all the same.

"You wanna tell me about the next expansion?" Killua asked against Gon's lips. "I could make a killing on Discord betting about what the next storyline will be~"

Gon giggled sinisterly, "Hey, if you exploit me for insider trading then you have to fork over at least fifty percent."

"Make it forty and you've got a deal," Killua teased.

"Forty-five?"

"I'll consider it."

"Hell yeah."

Gon spun his chair around with his foot, turning to face Killua. He grabbed him by the hips and pulled him down. Killua straddled his lap, tossing his legs over the edges of the chair and running his fingers through Gon's hair, which was ice cold and still damp from the shower. Gon's hands rubbed absent-mindedly across his thighs, sliding up and down worn denim as he gazed affectionately up at Killua.

"I call it the Chimera Project," Gon explained. "I bet you heard Jispa talking about it like the loud mouth he is. I get chatty when I'm drunk so that's why he's also aware and not just Zushi."

Killua snickered at Gon's expense, running his thumbs across his cheekbones and gently tracing the tips of his midnight lashes with his fingers.

"It's not an expansion of the main map, but a game level like Heaven's Arena and Auction Escape. Only it doesn't totally suck like those do~"

"Don't hate on Auction Escape," Killua pouted.

Gon just laughed and continued, "I can't tell you too much or else Ging's Satan-worshiping right hand man will figure it out and tattle on me. But the gist of it is that there's a race of man-eating ant monsters who are trying to take over the world and enslave humanity as their livestock. Players will have to infiltrate ant territory and take out the King before it's too late, nothing too crazy."

"Wow," Killua snickered, "man-eating monsters and plots to overthrow foreign governments? Sounds totally mid."

Gon snorted. "I know, it's gonna be so easy. Not challenging in the slightest."

"What's your estimate on the play time?"

"ninety-five hours."

"Holy shit!"

Gon cackled, "Hey! It'll take less time if you're smart and pay attention to detail. Which you've already proven a failure at, so I assume it'll take you around a hundred and twenty hours~"

"You asshole," Killua accused, roughly pinching Gon's nose and shaking it back and forth. "Maybe if we played against each other at a game you didn't fucking design then you'd get a better estimate of my gaming expertise."

"Weren't you a normie until Ikalgo forced you to play Greed Island?"

"Shut up," Killua huffed, pressing his finger across Gon's lips to shush him.

The raven glanced down at Killua's finger, and then peeked back up at him. Killua's stomach did a flip, fuck, he was so unfairly attractive.

Gon slowly reached his hand up and wrapped it around Killua's wrist, not breaking eye contact as he pulled his finger down and slipped it between his lips. Killua's stomach twisted with desire as Gon sucked his finger into his mouth. Eyes on him the entire time, Gon licked against Killua's finger, scraping his teeth across the knuckle and softening the skin with his saliva.

His mouth was so warm, his breath felt like velvet as he exhaled. Killua felt his heart start to thump in his chest.

Gon's eyes darkened with promise as he pulled Killua's finger out of his mouth. He gripped the back of his neck and tugged him downwards, fingers digging into Killua's hip and pulling him closer to his groin.

Killua met him in the middle, gripping Gon by the shoulders as their mouths crashed together. Gon shuddered as Killua immediately shoved his tongue past his lips, licking into his mouth and tasting the bitter tang of the coffee they'd brewed back in his apartment. Gon hummed into his kiss, reaching his fingers back to grab his ass.

He manhandled Killua forward, tugging him closer until he was sitting directly on his groin. Killua bit back a groan when he felt Gon already completely hard and pressing against his ass. He ground his hips downwards, tightening his legs around the back of the chair for leverage.

Gon's breath hitched, puffing air against Killua's face as they kissed needy and wet. Killua gasped when Gon's hands dipped shamelessly down the back of his pants to grip his bare ass, fingers digging into his skin and putting force behind each lazy roll of his hips. Killua's head was hot and hazy, Gon's tongue was doing things to his mind and his hands were doing things to his dick. He plunged his hands up Gon's shirt, sliding his palms across the plane of his back and reaching up to drip his shoulders from underneath the loose cotton T.

Killua bucked his hips forward hard enough to roll the chair back on its wheels. It hit the desk, rattling the monitors and knocking a couple of pens to the floor. Gon didn't slow down, he panted against Killua's tongue and hiked him further up his waist.

They were too wrapped up in the fire between them to hear the knock on the door, or the timid question from the outside. It wasn't until the door swung open and a horrified squeak was heard from the threshold that Gon broke the kiss and glanced over to find Zushi standing - very awkwardly - with his hand clutching the doorknob.

"Uh…" the poor guy managed, his face flushing the most impressive shade of red that Killua had ever seen.

"Zushi," Gon ground out, his face tense and hands very obviously down Killua's pants. "You have terrible timing."

"Sorry!" he squeaked, quickly slamming the door and scampering into the living room to grab his phone off the couch with shaking hands. It was only then that he finally got a text from his girlfriend, informing him in all caps that his roommate and her brother had finally gotten together.

Zushi huffed as he typed his response to Alluka. "The least they could have done was lock the door…"