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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hunter_X_Hunter
  Relationship:
      Gon_Freecs/Killua_Zoldyck
  Character:
      Gon_Freecs, Killua_Zoldyck
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Boys'_Love, First_Time, Oral_Sex, Love_Confessions, Shota
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-28 Words: 5214
****** Further x Than x Friendship ******
by Conejito_Travieso
Summary
     During the prelude to the hunters’ assault on the chimera ant
     compound, Killua manages to finally express his deep feelings for
     Gon. The other youth reciprocates and the two boys share their first
     time together.
                Killua found his best friend and confidant sitting cross-
legged, slumped against the wall of an unoccupied, bare room that he had
appropriated in Knov’s Fourth-Dimensional Mansion for privacy as he thought.
The youth’s emerald green jacket had been pitched away in a heap on the floor
and his dark hair was an unkempt mess. The silver-haired boy knew that he
shouldn’t intrude upon Gon’s space on the rare occasion that the other boy
sought solitude, but he had finally summoned the resolve to express how he
really felt about their constantly evolving friendship and needed to do so
before his determination waned. Depending on how the imminent assault on the
chimera ant compound concluded, he realized grimly, he may not ever get another
chance to do so.
                “Gon?” Killua greeted his comrade with a tentative smile,
casting the dark thought aside.
                The other thirteen-year-old looked up at him, almost surprised
to see him. The brooding scowl he wore as his mind was consumed with
nightmarish visions of Kite was quickly replaced with the near omnipresent
visage of effervescent optimism that Killua had come to expect of him upon
seeing his friend. Killua’s smile became more sincere and almost jovial. He had
always envied Gon’s ability to only need to focus on one thing at a time and
was pleased to be the current object of interest.
                “Gon, I need to talk to you. It’s about something important,”
the assassin explained striding forward until he was directly in front of the
other adolescent. He dexterously slid to the ground and mirrored his friend’s
position.
                Gon cocked his head inquiringly as he hummed once in curiosity.
                “Gon, I,” he paused and gulped nervously before continuing. “I
like you a lot. I’m glad I’ve been with you for so long,” he started,
attempting to force his voice to remain steady but unable to completely conceal
its faint falter.
                The other teenager beamed brightly.
                “I like you a lot too, Killua,” he chirped in response.
                Killua normally found Gon’s honesty and obliviousness endearing
and in good balance to his snarkier nature, but resented it this time for
forcing him to be more blunt in his delivery.
                “No, Gon. I mean that I really care for you. And I want to be
with you,” he expounded, straining to say each syllable without twitching with
apprehension.
                Gon Freecs tilted his head in authentic confusion once more.
                “But we’re always together, Killua. We’re a team,” he replied
after a moment, cradling the back of his skull in his palms as he closed his
eyes and grinned boyishly.
                “I don’t just want to just be together anymore. I want to be
more than a team and more than only friends. I want us to be a-” he let the
pause hang in the air as he dredged up the last word from the depths of his
soul, being completely open with his friend, “-couple.”
                Gon face went blank as he blinked twice, muddled, until the
gravity of Killua’s words dawned on him. Gradually he broke out into an
unaffected smile once more.
                “Okay,” he replied cheerfully.
                “R-really?” Killua stuttered, taken aback by Gon’s nonchalance
about the situation as though it were completely natural to him. Maybe it was,
the Zoldyck scion considered. “You understand what I mean?” He asked
incredulously.
                Gon grinned broadly and gave a resolute nod, moving to take
Killua’s hands in his atop his knees. The assassin’s heart fluttered
erratically in his chest with elation, threatening to burst through his ribcage
with each beat of his pulse. It echoed loudly in his ears to the point he was
sure that his fellow hunter could hear it too. His palms felt clammy from his
nerves. He was embarrassed by them, but his friend’s face revealed that if he
noticed he didn’t care in the slightest. They had held hands before, usually
when Gon was rushing off, dragging Killua behind him to some place or something
exciting that he had discovered, but they had never connected like they
currently were. The gentle clasp of fingers, the play of skin on skin, was this
time a sensation and act of absolute affection, symbolizing their underlying
desires.
                The enhancer’s smile diminished slightly and his face skewed to
one that suddenly revealed traces confusion and nervousness.
                “What do we do now, Killua?” Gon queried of his best friend. He
knew from the indistinct stirring in his loins and from bedtime fantasies over
the past months that there was more to be done between them but was unsure of
how to proceed, blinded by his own youthful inexperience.
                “Can I...can I touch you?” Killua inquired apprehensively. He
bit his lip and swallowed anxiously again in the silence that followed. After
all of the danger that he had faced in his young life, this moment, of all
things, was what set his nerves on edge the most.
                Gon licked his lips, unsure of how to respond. He truly wanted
to feel Killua against him so greatly that words felt not enough to express his
eagerness. He opted to nod in shallow, erratic bobs. The corners of his
companion’s mouth twitched upward in relief and excitement as he started to
inch closer, scooting along the ground where they sat until their knees nearly
touched. Both enjoyed the closeness in silence for several seconds until the
boy with the eyes the color of the ocean built up the courage to follow through
with this request.
                Killua’s hand deftly climbed up the back of Gon’s shirt and met
the sensitive flesh on the small of the other boy’s back, each of his fingers
thin tracing a line of crackling, azure lightning as it brushed along his skin.
His friend shuddered and gasped under the electrifying caress. Despite his size
and his youth, Killua’s touch felt strong and masculine, but the almost
undetectable tremble of his lithe form gave away that he was as nervous about
their first time together as Gon was. With the press of his palm he urged the
other adolescent’s body closer to his. The heat between them intensified and in
that moment the raven-haired teen knew that he was willing to do anything the
young assassin desired of him.
                Killua craned his neck and let his forehead fall against his
soon-to-be lover’s collarbone and closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he
sealed the perfect memory of the two of them together away in his mind. Gon
felt his hot breath zephyr past his rapidly rising and falling chest to tease
his ribcage. He inhaled, his acute nose close to his friend’s shock of silver
hair, and smelled Killua. The boy’s scent was as unique as it was intoxicating;
an intense mixture of sweat and ozone. It was not unlike the smell of a sudden
thunderstorm. Gon always described the aroma to himself as the smell of passion
and determination with only the slightest hint of insecurity.
                “Gon,” Killua whispered huskily. His voice wavered fretfully as
he hoped he wouldn’t find himself soon waking disappointed from a wonderful
dream. The one word, the fledgling hunter’s name, held immense magnitude. It
was an admission of love and a request for its return.
                His best friend could hear the burning need in his voice; a
yearning that cried to be sated and was matched by a similar craving within
Gon.
                “Killua,” he responded quietly, responding affirmatively to all
the words left unsaid but still hanging between them. He was unsure of why they
both instinctively kept their voices hushed, but didn’t question it. He didn’t
want to spoil the intimacy of the long awaited culmination of their mutual
affection.
                Killua raised his face to be level with Gon’s, scant inches
from it, and stared into his large, coffee-brown eyes. He leaned forward so
slowly that it felt as though it took an eternity to bridge the small gap
between them. Gon sat motionless as his confidant lessened the distance that
set them apart and began to blur the line between friend and lover. Their lips
met. It was just the slighted brush at first, but that gentle peck ignited
something within both boys and their souls stirred. Want fueled want and need
fueled need.
                The light kiss was quickly followed by a longer, deeper one.
Tentatively, Killua tongue intruded and Gon parted his lips to let the moist,
pink member in. For several seconds their tongues danced wildly, battling for
control. They were unpracticed, but passionate. Empowered by emotion and
unfettered by care the two boys’ Nen auras flared riotously about them. The
blazing inferno of desire that had blossomed between them began to settle in
the teens’ loins. Gon flushed furiously as he felt his phallus swell and press
painfully against the cotton prison of his underwear, visibly tenting his
shorts.
                Killua, driven by lust and prompted by his friend’s willingness
slid his free hand up the front of the playful youth’s shirt. His fingers
inched along the other adolescent’s torso, crawling their way toward his
nipples which were already erect with excitement. He took the boy’s nipple
between his middle- and forefinger and gently squeezed, eliciting a sudden gasp
and squirms of pleasure from Gon. It felt magnificent to feel him writhe
beneath his slightest touch.
                Gon could feel Killua’s plump erection pressing against his
thigh through their clothing. It throbbed with want as they continued to kiss.
As the blue-eyed hunter continued to caress him. He loved seeing the cool, calm
Zoldyck family veneer be shattered by intense passion and felt a sense of pride
in being the catalyst for the change. They kissed in the manner half taught to
them by what they had witnessed in movies and real life and half derived from
what came naturally to their own bodies. Their Nen energy entwined as readily
as their tongues did, and soon, as readily as their bodies would.
                Panting heavily, Killua pulled away, reluctantly withdrawing
his hands from his friend’s enticing flesh. For the first time in his short
existence his fingers fumbled as he clumsily fiddled with the button and zipper
of his shorts, struggling to unfasten them. After what seemed like an eternity
he managed to succeed. Rising to his trembling knees, he leaned over Gon and
blushed feverishly as he stared down at the eager, innocent boy that he had
fallen in love with so long ago. It was finally time for that love to be
consummated.
                He slid his shorts halfway down his thighs and with an unsteady
hand fished his swollen, aching member out of the fly of his boxers. The air
felt chilly around his exposed five-inch length as he rolled back his foreskin
to reveal the mushroom-shaped glans of his phallus. A bead of pre-cum oozed out
and glistened at its tip. Placing one palm on the wall just above and beside
Gon’s head he wrapped his fingers gingerly about his throbbing cock and
languidly stroked it several times. His body shuddered with pleasure. He kept
his gaze locked on his best friend’s face, which was reddening fiercely to
match the shade of his own hot cheeks. Despite the vulnerability he felt being
so exposed, he didn’t want to look away. Eventually the solitary bead of milky
fluid began to lazily drip to Gon’s leg trailing a gleaming strand of liquid.
The oozing became a stream and soon a steady rivulet of pre-cum was leaking
from the youth’s pale length.
                Gon was mesmerized by the sight of Killua’s body and the smell
of his arousal. He found himself absently massaging his own erection through
the fabric of his shorts, unsure of precisely when he began.
                Killua managed to release his grip on his sensitive shaft and
reached down to gently clasp one of Gon’s wrists. He guided his friend’s hand
onto his erection and, for the first time, the other boy closed his fist around
it. The seated hunter felt the intense heat of the soft skin and the slickness
of the pre-cum coating his palm. Killua’s cock throbbed with the rapid rhythm
of his pulse. Gon fondled and rubbed the quivering organ, reveling in the feel
of it and indulging the adolescent he felt for so dearly.
                A quiet moan escaped Killua’s throat as a jet of pre-cum
erupted from his phallus and splattered against Gon’s crimson-flushed cheek
near his nose. Some dribbled over his lips which were still moistened from
their recent kiss. Reflexively, the youth ran his tongue over the creamy
substance.
                “So sweet, Killua,” he said with a genuine smile. He had tasted
his own emissions several times over the previous several months and found only
subtle differences in taste between the other teen’s and his own.
                Panting profusely, Killua resisted the urge to chortle at his
friend’s innocent enthusiasm.
                Suddenly finding that he was too hot for comfort, Gon let go of
his partner’s penis just long enough to divest himself of his white tank top. A
fine sheen of sweat glistened on the boy’s tone frame. His skin was tanned an
appealing bronze from many hours spent outdoors. Killua admired his fellow
youngster’s body, which was far less scarred than his own. He was tantalized by
every contour of Gon’s physique and teased by the v of lean muscle that
disappeared down the vibrant green shorts that he always wore.
                Grabbing the base of Killua’s plump member once again, the
chocolate-eyed boy leaned forward and opened his mouth, engulfing his friend’s
entire dripping length. He let the phallus slide past his pre-cum and saliva
slicked lips until his nose was buried in the fabric of the other boy’s
underwear. He inhaled deeply again and silently rejoiced in the scent of his
partner’s sweat and arousal. Killua’s body quaked as moisture and warmth
sheathed his trembling erection, never knowing that anything could bring him so
much pleasure. More pre-cum drizzled into Gon’s throat and he tasted the sweet
and salty fluid on the back of his tongue.
                As he suckled on his friend’s flesh, Gon followed his instincts
and began bobbing up and down along Killua’s rigid length. Careless sparks
erupted from where Killua’s palm was still pressed against the wall. With his
free hand he gripped a fistful of Gon’s dark hair harder than he meant to, but
his partner was so engaged with his task that he didn’t protest or even gasp in
surprise. The assassin realized that he had started bucking his hips wantonly
into Gon’s mouth. His thrusts were unpracticed and unrestrained, coming
unevenly. He unleashed a throaty groan then blushed severely, hoping that
Knov’s Nen-conjured rooms were soundproofed amongst themselves.
                Gon was thrilled to bring his companion so much pleasure and
redoubled his efforts. He sucked harder and repeatedly buried Killua’s shaft
into his throat, letting his tongue dance along it. He near completely withdrew
his mouth from his friend’s organ until only his lips were locked around the
boy’s half-exposed glans. With surprising deftness Gon wriggled his tongue
between the swollen tip of Killua’s hardened member and the sensitive foreskin
that covered it. He was rewarded with another gush of pre-cum spraying into his
maw.
                Killua huffed as he felt heat and pressure build in his groin
and knew that he was drawing close to climaxing. Reluctantly, he forced himself
to pull away, stand on unsteady legs, and stumble back a couple of steps.
                “What’s wrong, Killua?” Gon asked. A shining strand of pre-cum
bridged the several inch gap between his eager lips and the hunter’s aroused
member.
                The other boy breathed heavily for a moment before responding.
                “I don’t want to finish yet,” he explained while grabbing the
hem of his shirt with both hands and pulling it up over his head to reveal a
scarred yet tone torso. His lithe chest expanded and contracted rabidly. “There
is more I want us to do. I want to make you feel like this too first.” He stood
fully upright and let his shorts fall to his ankles, aching erection still
protruding ostentatiously from the fly of his boxers. He kicked away the fabric
bunched up around his legs, letting it slide carelessly away near Gon’s
discarded shirt and jacket. He followed shortly after by prying off each shoe
and its accompanying sock, and soon the once barren chamber was cluttered with
unneeded attire. Finally, Killua hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband
of his underwear. His face flushed a deep shade of crimson as he paused,
hesitating to remove his final garment.
                Having spent much time together he and Gon had seen each other
undressed many times in the past so he had no reason to feel modest about his
body now, especially with his erect member already completely on display, but
the situation now felt incredibly different. It was something more intimate and
fragile than ever before. After the moment of hesitancy he finished stripping,
sliding his last piece of clothing down to the floor.
                Gon gazed longingly at his friend’s body, unsure what to do
with the torrent of emotion roiling about inside of him and swelling to a
crescendo between his thighs. Killua’s form was ever so faintly muscled. His
slender build hid great power. The seated boy’s eyes traveled down past the
curves of Killua’s abs to the teen’s crotch. He could see the recently
sprouted, alluring silver wisps of pubic hair signaling the start of the
youthful assassin’s full ascent into adolescence. Still completely smooth
himself, Gon silently envied his best friend.
                His erection pressed even harder and more painfully against the
fabric of his shorts, tenting them visibly. It ached to be released.
                “Now it’s your turn,” Killua directed, as if reading his
impending lover’s mind.
                Gon nodded wordlessly, ready to finish undressing himself. He
slid off his boots and wiggled his toes out of habit. His confidant found it to
be an adorable display and smirked openly despite his nerves. The dark-haired
youth rose to his feet and began to unbuckle his belt. His fingers fumbled at
first in his haste, but before long he was sliding the leather strap free of
its belt loops. He unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and within seconds they
were cast aside with everything else, leaving the hunter standing clad in
naught but his underwear.
                The white cotton of his briefs stretched to reveal every
contour of his hips and his phallus which strained against the cloth at an
upward angle away from his body. A dark, damp splotch had formed near the tip
of his five inch length where he had been steadily leaking pre-cum while
fellating his friend. Gon stopped to caress his erection through the thin
material for a moment and gasped as his fingertips played across his cock,
teasing the sensitive member. His shaft released another jet of pre-cum into
the already moistened cotton before he firmly gripped the waistband and hooked
it beneath his hairless sac. He shivered as the heat locked away beneath the
fabric of his last stitch of clothing finally dissipated and was replaced by
cool air upon exposure.
                Killua dropped to his knees and pressed cheek against Gon’s
throbbing penis, letting it leak small rivers of pre-cum onto his face. He felt
its persistent warmth against his skin. Licking his lips, he turned and opened
his mouth, taking the engorged length fully within it. Gon shuddered an
immediately released an unrestrained moan of ecstasy. He continued to quake
with pleasure as Killua twisted his tongue along the underside of his lover’s
organ, delighting in each tantalizing taste of flesh. He began to bob along the
other boy’s length, letting the swollen cock slide effortlessly between his
lips, while wriggling his fingertips into the elastic of Gon’s underwear. He
slowly slid the final garment off of the other boy who didn’t seem to notice
its abrupt disappearance in the slightest.
                Killua let the erect phallus slip totally out of his mouth
grasped it delicately from its top side between the base of his palm and his
fingertips. He ran his tongue over the entire length repeatedly, lapping at
partner’s skin and enjoying every drop of pre-cum that the youth had to offer.
                “It feels so good, Killua,” Gon managed to stammer quietly
amidst the other hunter’s eager ministrations.
                His mind flashed to all of the time that they had spent
together. Every secret glance up the leg hole of his friend’s shorts as they
sat across from one another. Every subtle movement as they pressed against one
another for warmth on cold nights outdoors. Everything seemed to take on a
whole other meaning. In mere seconds they were transitioning from best friends
to lovers and it felt perfectly natural.
                Killua then wrapped his fingers around Gon’s quivering length
and stroked it dreamily, letting each jet of pre-cum splash and splatter
against his face. He pressed his lips to the teenager’s glans and tenderly
kissed the hot, swollen organ while using his free hand to cup Gon’s scrotum
and roll his testicles about in his palm, enjoying being able to finally
immerse himself in the tactile pleasures of the boy’s flesh. After another
minute or so, once Gon’s cock was fully coated in Killua’s saliva and his own
fluids, the assassin ceased and stood.
                Gon was about to ask him why he stopped when the assassin
suddenly pirouetted and bent forward, body becoming perpendicular. With his
left hand, using his middle- and ring-fingers he spread the firm globes of his
ass from its center to reveal his puckered hole. He felt incredibly vulnerable
being in such a position, but for the first time in his recollection, the
teenage Zoldyck didn’t care about his own vulnerability. He moved his right
hand to his maw and slid a couple of fingers past his moistened lips. He
lubricated the digits with his own saliva, rolling his tongue about them as he
imagined them to be Gon’s enticing member once again. Then he reached up
between his legs and circled his entrance with the wet fingers, gasping with
delight as he twisted the first inch of one within himself to begin stretching
his tight ring of flesh.
                “I can’t wait anymore. I want to feel what it’s like to have
you inside of me,” he whispered. The youth’s voice was husky and burdened with
great desire.
                “Inside?” Gon replied nervously staring down at his own member
and remember how it felt moments before, consumed by the heat of heat of his
partner’s mouth. His cock pulsed in response, begging to be plunged within the
assassin’s body to the hilt. He yearned to feel the bliss of being deep inside
Killua and wanted to fulfill his friend’s burning need for that same pleasure.
                The brown-eyed boy stepped forward, aligning the tip of his
phallus with the cleft of Killua’s ass while the other adolescent worked his
finger deeper within himself and groaned louder as he passed the second
knuckle. Any concern over the other’s hearing them had by then been eschewed
and only the passion for one another and their bodies remained. Killua writhed
as he worked a second finger into his hole aided by the slickness of the pre-
cum dribbling down onto it from Gon’s impatient length.
                He twisted his fingers and spread them in an attempt loosen his
entrance enough to take Gon for the first time. His breath puffed out in
intermittent gasps as his fingertips repeatedly brushed the sweet spot within
him and he imagined what pleasure would be forthcoming when the force from his
friend’s cock pressed against it. Before long he extracted his digits and
grasped each of his upper thighs with his hands, exposing his stretched, pink
ring to the other hunter.
                “Take me, Gon!” He pleaded, needing to feel the other boy
thrust into him like in the crescendo of all of his midnight fantasies.
                Gon fervently gripped Killua’s hip with one hand and the base
of his ready shaft with the other. He rolled his foreskin back slightly and
watched as pre-cum oozed from the tip of his wanting member before aligning it
with Killua’s waiting hole. The youth shivered with pleasure as he felt the
heat on the head of his penis where they touched. Killua practically whined,
begged to be filled, and pressed back against his friend’s engorged length.
                Gon closed his eyes and thrust forward, forcing his cock into
the hot, tight confines of Killua’s entrance. Inch by inch his shaft slid in,
surrounded by heat and pressure. The boy’s hips worked on their own as his
instincts began to take over, unrelentingly pressing deeper as Killua’s ass
swallowed every bit of flesh he had to give. Their voices entangled into a
chorus of blissful moans as the youth’s plump organ brushed past the assassin’s
prostate. Both boys’ legs quaked and spasms wracked their bodies. They fought
to remain upright.
                Neither ever imagined being able to feel such pleasure.
                For Killua there was some pain from being penetrated for the
first time, but nothing nearing what he had endured before, and it was easily
drown out by the delightful sensations churning within him.
                In seconds Gon’s pelvis butted up against his lover’s ass. He
paused and inhaled deeply, taking in all of sensations whirling about his young
body. He let go of the base of his length and reached around Killua, fumbling
for the other teen’s twitching phallus. He felt the warm member and wrapped his
fingers boldly around it. It unleashed a river of pre-cum that trickled over
his knuckles and dripped to the floor. He stroked it, awkwardly pumping away on
the swollen shaft with wild abandon, and was rewarded with a series of
appreciative moans from his friend’s lips.
                Gon slid nearly free of Killua’s snug entrance until only the
mushroom-shaped tip of his phallus remained inside and then shoved his five
inches all of the way back in. He repeated the motion several times with
erratic and irregular thrusts, bucking with his immature instincts. What he
lacked with his inexperience he made up for with energetic enthusiasm for the
task at hand. He was driven wild with desire. The heady scent of sweat and sex
hung heavily in the air, goading him onward. With each thrust of his hips he
felt his knees buckle slightly as he was overcome with the new, pleasurable
feelings he was experiencing.
                “You’re so tight, Killua,” Gon cried out as hilted himself into
his friend. He felt his sac slap against the back of the other boy’s and
marveled at how deep he was able to penetrate him.
                He opened his eyes to glance downward and watch Killua’s hole
hungrily devour every inch of his length again and again. Gon’s every moment
was accompanied by an enthusiastic grunt, gasp, or groan of pleasure, be it
Killua’s or his own. Their bliss-filled voices harmonized into a symphony of
ecstasy. Heat and pressure continued to build in the youth’s loins and he knew
that he would soon burst and flood his lover with a torrent of his essence. He
picked up speed, eventually managing to work himself into a stable rhythm. His
heart pounded with excitement.
                Killua felt his cock twitch in his friend’s hand while the
other boy’s unyielding shaft repeatedly concealed itself within his ass,
repeatedly running across the sweet spot inside of him. He practically melted
with pleasure. Each thrust into him, each stroke of his length pushed him
closer the precipice of climax. His testicles grew taught and the assassin knew
he was drawing close to finishing. The teen’s breath came in inconsistent puffs
and his head rolled back as he moaned out loudly. He felt Gon’s fingers dig
into his hip, dragging lines of angry scarlet that quickly became a pale white
from the pressure.
                “Gon! I’m going to-” he didn’t manage to finish the sentiment
before it became reality. His body became tense for a second and then was
wracked with spasms as his member gave a final jerk before erupting. A deluge
of creamy seed gushed from his organ. He gasped as each shot exploded from his
length. Ropes of sticky semen began to coat the back of Gon’s knuckles, his
fingers still firmly around the engorged flesh. The pleasure of Killua’s orgasm
caused him to tighten his hole considerably around his lover’s cock as he
climaxed. The increased heat and force around the other boy’s length pushed him
over the edge.
                With one final, powerful thrust, Gon drove his cock into
Killua’s ass until the smooth skin of his pelvis pressed tightly against the
globes of his lover’s ass once more. He ground his hips, forcing their sacs
together, as he reached his own apex of pleasure and howled in delight. His
legs wobbled, and he struggled to remain standing as he inundated the young
assassin’s insides with a surge of semen. He leaned forward as his phallus
quivered and shot within its tight confines, supporting his weight by laying
against Killua’s back.
                Killua felt his insides flood with warmth as Gon finished and
felt his hot, sweat-streaked form atop him. He was still shaking from his own
orgasm as he felt some of his best friend’s seed leak out around the boy’s cock
and dribble down his inner thigh. He fought the urge to collapse. He was more
exhausted than after any battle he had ever been in and felt more fulfilled
than any conclusion reached in those encounters. He managed to remain standing
on shaky legs, if only to feel Gon’s form pressed up against him.
                “I love you, Killua,” Gon whispered into his ear. His voice was
so gentle and soft that it almost sounded as if he were talking in his sleep.
                Those words were the most precious that the adolescent had ever
heard. He smiled sincerely and savored how they sounded.
                “I…I love you too, Gon,” he responded, amazed at the lightness
he felt as the words, with all of their intense gravity, finally escaped his
lips after being suppressed for so long. He let go of his thighs and stood
upright, moving slowly enough to keep Gon and his essence within him for a
moment longer. Dazed from his powerful orgasm, the other youth barely had the
cognizance to crane his neck over his lover’s and hook his chin gently on the
boy’s collarbone. He rested his forehead against Killua cheek with a dreamy
smile and continued to fondle his softening length, milking every last drop of
seed from it, which dripped in lethargically to the floor.
                An all too short minute later, Gon stepped away and backed up
the couple of feet to the wall. As the hunter’s half-flaccid member slid out of
Killua he felt cold and empty. Incomplete. He knew he would need Gon from then
on more than ever before. The exhausted boy slumped against the wall and slid
to the floor, chest still rising and falling with great, heavy breaths. Killua
moved to join him and they sat side by side in silence for an indistinct amount
of time.
                Gon’s hand snaked out and his finger entwined with Killua’s,
grasping his best friend’s hand firmly. The drained adolescent looked turned to
look at him.
                Gon smiled broadly.
                Killua merely blushed.
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