I Found What I Was Missing

Chapter 83: How Lucky

How Lucky

Killua’s eyes snapped open, blinking a few times at the unfamiliar surroundings of the room he was in, brain registering the warmth he felt on either side of his body. After a few seconds, he sighed as he realised, he was trapped between Gon and Izuku, the quiet sound of Eijirou snoring filled the otherwise silent room. Killua sat up after a few minutes spent staring at the ceiling, turning to look over his son, whom was laying on his side, Shoto cuddled into his back, face nuzzled in between Izuku’s shoulder blades with his arms wrapped around his waist.

Katsuki was fast asleep behind him, left arm pressed against Shoto’s back, right arm wrapped around the waist of the red head sleeping on his chest. Killua smiled softly at the sight, turning to look at Gon, whom was also laying on his side, facing Killua, brows furrowed slightly as his left arm lazily searched the spot Killua’s torso had been. Killua reached forward, running his fingers through Gon’s hair a few times until his love eased back into a deep sleep.

Sighing, Killua carefully climbed out of bed, slowly, ensuring not to wake up Gon before he left the room to go to the bathroom across the hall. After a few minutes, Killua stepped out again, jerking as a strange, shuffling sound came from downstairs. Was someone robbing them? Frowning, Killua silently moved down the stairs, making sure to avoid the floorboards he knew creaked underneath his weight, footsteps completely silent as he snuck into the kitchen.

The backdoor swung open just as he entered the room, and he watched with mild relief as Denki stumbled out of the house, a glass bottle clutched around the neck in his left hand. Was, was he drunk? Killua moved to the window, watching as the blond stumbled near the swimming pool’s edge, right arm waving wildly to help regain his balance, a drunken giggle tearing from his throat once his feet were planted firmly on the ground.

Killua took a deep breath before he walked to the door, stepping outside into the cool night air.
“Denki?” He called softly as he walked closer to the younger omega.
Denki stumbled as he whirled around, a strange smile on his lips as he raised his left hand, fingers still curled around the bottle’s neck; he pointed his finger at the elder male. “There he is!” He slurred, hiccupping before he giggled to himself.

Killua spent a moment wracking his memory to try and figure out how Denki was when they had that new year’s party. Was he even drunk? Killua couldn’t remember, he was too preoccupied dancing and making out with Gon to really pay attention to something like that.
“I’m glad you came home, Denki, I was worried about you,” Killua told as he neared the blond, the two now within reaching distance should he fall over and hurt himself, Killua could catch him.

Denki blinked blearily at him before that strange smile tugged at his lips again. “Awh,” he cooed, “you were worried about me? You-you’re so sweet,” he purred, stumbling and nearly falling into the water, but Killua managed to catch him before he fell.
“Okay, let’s get you to bed, hm?” Killua suggested as he pulled the younger closer to himself and away from the danger that was the pool.

“Mn, don’t wanna,” Denki whined, but went willingly before he wrapped both of his arms around Killua’s waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. “You smell so nice,” he mumbled, lips brushing against pale skin.
Killua shuddered, well, turns out, Denki was a flirty drunk. That, or a very touchy, handsy drunk. Killua wasn’t sure which he preferred, but he knew he wasn’t the right person for this. Could he even handle this right now? How does one handle a touchy, flirty drunk whom had a serious fight with their lover earlier that day?

Denki wouldn’t, he wouldn’t consider cheating on Hitoshi, would he? Killua’s answer came in the form of Denki nuzzling his neck as he started peppering kisses to his pale skin. Killua froze for a second before he pushed the younger back gently, hands firmly gripping his upper arm as he searched the other’s golden yellow eyes.
“You don’t want to do this, okay? Let’s just get you to bed and we’ll talk about this in the morning,” Killua told, hoping to deter the other before he did something he’d regret in the morning. People tended to do stupid things when they were drunk and hurt, he didn’t blame Denki.