Gon awoke with a start, breathing heavily. From their years of training he rapidly came to his senses. It was just a dream.
A flush rose on cheeks as he realized—it had been a wet dream.
He looked over to Killua sleeping next to him. Good, he hadn't woken him. How embarrassing! He carefully climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean himself up.
His mouth twisted as he thought about his dream. The details weren't clear, but he knew it had been about his fight with Hisoka. He wasn't sure what to think. He shook it off, deciding his hormones were just mixing him up.
He climbed back into bed, glancing at Killua one more time before going back to sleep.
After feeling Gon still, Killua opened his eyes, wide awake. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Gon's tossing and turning had woken him up, and just as he decided to ignore it and go back to sleep Gon moaned softly. Shocked, Killua instantly grew hot and bothered. Gon was having a sex dream? The universe was a cruel bitch.
"Hisoka…" Gon moaned breathily, before Killua felt him shudder beside him on the bed.
Killua stiffened, horrified. Hisoka? Did Gon just say Hisoka? Did Gon just come?
He stilled, pretending to sleep, as Gon woke up.
His mind was racing. His heart ached. As soon as he felt Gon climb back into bed and go back to sleep his eyes snapped open, full of tears. All of his worst fears seemed to be coming true—Gon had grown up, he just wasn't interested in him. And worst of all he was attracted to a creepy pervert!
Killua rolled to his side, away from Gon. His body felt heavy and weak. Tears fell freely from his eyes. All he could do was stare blankly into the darkness as his despair weighed on him, until he eventually fell asleep.
The next morning Killua was noticeably distant.
"Killua, are you okay?" Gon asked, concerned.
"I'm fine," he said coldly. He knew Gon didn't buy that for a second.
"Are you nervous about the fight today? Because I lost to Hisoka?"
At the mention of Hisoka Killua couldn't help physically tensing.
"Tch…" He was visibly angry, he couldn't stop himself. "I'm fine, Gon!" He stomped out of the room and left for the fight, not even turning around.
He was glad he got to fight today.
Gon wasn't sure why Killua was so angry. He wondered if it was still about him risking his life, but he had seemed fine yesterday. Regardless, he was still going to go to the fight to support his friend. Killua could be a little moody sometimes…. Even though this seemed much worse than normal, maybe that's all it was….
He thought about it as he made his way to the arena, through ticketing, and up into the stands. Before he knew it the fight was starting, so he stopped dwelling on their argument and paid close attention, wanting to be supportive.
Killua's opponent looked incredibly strong. Gon noticed Killua enjoyed fighting strong-looking opponents—it made their defeats more satisfying for him, especially since Killua was so small and lithe for his strength. Gon watched Killua's face on the monitor and felt he could feel his anger all the way from the platform. His opponent was in trouble.
Gon twisted his mouth worriedly. Killua was probably going to kill him. He didn't like that, but he supposed death was always a risk in Heavens Arena. He himself had risked his life just yesterday.
Abruptly he came to a realization—what if Killua had been awake last night?! Had he said anything in his sleep? If Killua somehow knew the nature of the dream he had had…and who it had been about…
But he was so angry! Was he being protective? Or could he be jealous?
Gon realized he was missing the fight, but when he looked down at the arena he saw nothing had happened yet. Killua was walking slowly around the platform, a predator stalking his prey. The monitor showed Killua's smirking face, and Gon wondered what had made him so confident.
He saw it: the floor master was wearing a silver chain around his neck. All Killua had to do was touch it.
It was over so fast. Killua rushed him, feinting a hit from the front. Instead he leaped over him and reached out mid-air, brushing the chain at the back of his neck. The bright blue light shone for a brief moment, and in the next the floor master lie dead on the platform, the skin near the chain smoking grotesquely.
The crowd was silent, everyone unsure of what had just happened. All at once, the arena erupted in sound—cheers and boos and yelling. Gon sat quietly and watched Killua on the monitor, who was standing casually by the dead floor master, hands in his pockets.
Amidst the uproar, Gon stared at the image of Killua and had a moment of clarity: Killua excited Gon just as much as his fight with Hisoka. Living their lives side by side, perhaps he had just been taking him for granted. Experimentally he pondered the idea of Killua and him being together…physically. He thought about those eyes staring down at him, full of lust and aggression, and Gon had an almost immediate reaction. Gon blushed and mentally scolded himself for never realizing before. He had to talk to Killua…
He moved through the crowd and eventually got to the backstage door. He stood in the hall, impatiently waiting. Soon the hall was completely empty. Killua wasn't even hurt, what was taking so long?!
Gon felt a strong Nen presence behind him.
"Ya, Gon."
Gon turned around to see Hisoka, lithe and dangerous, leaning against the wall behind him.
"Hisoka…"
The man pushed off the wall and walked up to him. Gon backed up as Hisoka got closer and closer, until eventually he was pinned against the wall. Gon looked up at him defiantly. He noticed Hisoka wore no makeup, making him look both more normal and more terrifying. He wanted to push him away, but was afraid what would happen if he touched him. This man looming over him made him into a child again, yet his physical reaction was distinctly one of an adult.
"I noticed you enjoyed our little fight yesterday," he said, running a finger down Gon's chest. Gon shivered.
"Yeah," he said softly.
Hisoka trailed his finger up his chest and softly over the bruise still shining on his neck, making Gon gasp.
"I knew you had potential, Gon, but who knew you would grow to be so…fun."
His hand gently grabbed Gon's throat and his pressed his hips flush against the young man's. Gon could feel Hisoka's arousal against him and felt helpless as his own body reacted. He was unquestionably attracted to Hisoka, whose firm body pressed against his. But why this man, who he used to hate so much? And Killua…. He felt so conflicted.
"Ah~ Gon…." Hisoka's eyes fell closed, his face clearly showing his arousal. "Do you want to go play?"
Gon felt hot and his breathing was heavy as Hisoka put light pressure against his throat, but he managed to find his voice.
"I-I'm here to meet…Killua…"
Hisoka's full lips curled into a smile. "Ah Killua… Hm Hm…" he chuckled. "He loves you, doesn't he?"
Gon's eyes grew wide.
Does Killua love me?
Hisoka smirked. "Killua can play too. Let's surprise him with a congratulations present, shall we?" His voice was low and husky.
Gon gasped as Hisoka pressed his hips harder into his.
"K-Killua too?" Gon asked, surprised and excited.
"Uhn, Killua too. Let's go to your room, ne?"
