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{ Epilogue }

"You said it was a costume party? And it's full of pornstars?"

"Yes! But that doesn't mean—! You didn't have to buy a sexy costume for it!"

"It's not like I'm going half-naked like you are!"

"I'm the pornstar here, dude! Werewolves don't wear clothes!"

Killua slapped a hand over his face. Clearly, there was a miscommunication error because somehow, Killua had interpreted the party as being raunchy. This much was true, but given his state of affairs (not being a certified pornstar) sexy costumes were optional. Gon, on the other hand, was decked out in ripped, acid-washed jeans, laced-up boots, and no shirt. He let his facial hair grow out that past week and to top it off, he had a pair of wolf ears, fake fangs, and a tail to pull the whole look together.

Killua, on the other hand, was wearing fishnet leggings and a Little Red Riding Hood dress that was clearly for a woman that would have showed his ass if it weren't for his cheeky red boxer briefs that hugged his ass and were pinned to the fishnet leggings. He even had a red cape to boot—mostly to cover his ass and shoulders.

And Gon was horrified.

"It's basically lingerie!" Gon whined, hands over his face.

"Does it look good though?" Killua said with a little spin.

Gon groaned and muttered something under his breath. When Killua prompted him to speak up, Gon slapped his hands down and cried, "Yes! It looks amazing—!"

The bodice was laced up the front with a two-paneled skirt with a frilly black underskirt. When Killua stepped up to Gon, Gon went for the straps connected to his fishnets and briefs. He hooked his fingers under them, still pouting, and Killua grinned as he passed a hand down the front of Gon's bare abdomen down to the crotch of his torn-up jeans.

"Then suck it up and drool over me all night," Killua said, his breath on Gon's lips. He looked up to Gon's dilated pupils with a smirk, kneading the front of Gon's jeans until he was half-hard in them. Gon pushed his lips to Killua's, and they kissed until the exact moment Gon's front door burst open.

"Whoa, PDA," Kurapika said, shielding his eyes. He peeked between his fingers.

"We're literally not in public," Killua said, completely ignoring the fact that Gon's hands were on his ass underneath the red cloak. He shivered as Gon's index finger traveled underneath the meat of his ass and traveled dangerously close to the hem of his briefs.

"Nice outfit," Gon said.

Kurapika did a little pose, a spin, and stopped to gesture down the length of his faux-leather ensemble clad with leather, frilled shoulder pads like a true gladiator. A cape was pinned to the shoulder pads with fake gold medallions. To top it off, he was sporting a pair of knee-high, laced-up sandals.

Killua whistled and said, "So what's Chrollo if you're a gladiator?"

"He's just going as Lucifer," Kurapika said, pretending to gag himself with a finger down his throat. "Boring if you ask me. Apparently he goes as the Devil at every costume HUNter party."

"Hey, I mean, he doesn't have to buy an entirely new costume that way. He's saving money," Killua said.

"He doesn't need to save money. You know how much people pay to see his dick on Snapchat? Go on, ask me."

"A lot—"

"Yeah, a fucking lot, bitch. So tell me why this rich bitch is acting like a broke hoe?" Kurapika said, just as Chrollo appeared in the open doorway, his phone in hand, looking both unfazed and thoroughly baffled from listening to Kurapika drag his name through the mud.