Black Butterfly [written by TheRealGonZoldyck] Killugon fic

chapter 10

Black Butterfly

TheRealGonZoldyck

Chapter 10

Summary:

"And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths."
Macbeth, Act I Scene III

Chapter Text

He doesn't normally go running in the rain. It soaks his shoes and weighs his feet down, but sometimes Killua just wants to get outside and see how far his legs will carry him until he can't take another step.

It's a constant downpour when his feet hit the pavement, and Killua can barely see through the sheets of water surrounding him. But he keeps moving, listens to the pounding of his heart, can feel the rain falling fast over the planes of his face as thunder rumbles distantly and a streak of lightning flashes through the sky.

His neighborhood fades away somehow, turns into trees and houses without any description, streets without names, until Killua has no idea how far he's gone. His lungs burn, but he keeps running, blinking the rain from his eyes as it pours down his face.

He finally comes to a stop at a dead end. A tall, broad oak tree sprawls across the edge of the street, branches shivering against the storm. The leaves are thick enough to give shelter, and Killua stumbles out of the rain, knowing the last place he should be is beneath a tree. But he doesn't care; he'll take his chances with the lightning.

Only he doesn't expect to see Gon leaning against the massive trunk, his form blurring at the edges, and soaked to the bone as well.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Killua yells over the storm.

Gon's eyes are dark, his lashes wet, water sliding over his cheekbones. He doesn't say anything.

"What do you want?" Killua yells again, and this time his hand reaches out and shoves at Gon's shoulder. But Gon is too solid; his shoulder feels like concrete under Killua's palm. Killua pushes harder, but Gon smirks, then starts to laugh.

Killua starts to hit him, screaming at Gon to shut up, just shut up and leave him alone, but he can't hear himself over the thunder and sharp bullets of rain falling down around him. The more he yells, the more Gon laughs, until Killua no longer has the strength left to push or yell. He collapses against Gon-hard, unyielding, ruthless Gon-and gasps, "Just stop."

Suddenly, Gon goes soft underneath him, his clothes dry and warm, his skin even warmer, and Killua feels gentle hands slide up his back to cradle him close.

"Stop," Gon whispers back, but it sounds like a question, sweet and tentative. Smooth lips skim over Killua's cheek, and it dawns on him that it's no longer raining. Everything is silent, except for the uneven rhythm of Killua's breath.

"Stop," Killua says, without any heat. Gon kisses the corner of his mouth, like a soothing touch, and Killua is lost. He melts into Gon, splays his hands over Gon's chest, feeling for his heartbeat. Killua opens his mouth to him, gives himself over, and Gon kisses him with a kind of intensity that makes Killua wonder why he hasn't died or caught fire or woken up from this dream yet.

Killua can't get close enough. He wants Gon all around him, wants to feel him, but he can't, it's never enough, no matter how tightly he presses against Gon, or whispers please and tugs him in tight. It's never enough...

In the distance, a siren goes off, shrill and staggered.

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Killua wakes up with his hands fisted in his sheets, panting. He's on his stomach, fully hard, hips grinding into the mattress.