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This is the final part that I have planned for this series. I might dive back in if I think of something to add.
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“Gon,” Killua interrupted.
Gon paused in his chatter about the movie they were watching to look over at Killua on the couch. They were relaxing after a long day of training together, practicing their nen and frolicking in the nearby lake in the summer sunshine. Killua had showered already, but Gon still smelled slightly of lake water and sweat. However, the natural scent of him was more alluring than ever. That was Killua’s first clue, even if he didn’t religiously track his upcoming heats. He was more attracted to Gon lately, finding himself to be more touchy-feely, more sensitive and clingy than he otherwise would be. Just that morning, he had luxuriated in Gon’s arms, feigning sleep, until Gon finally woke.
In the month between Killua’s heats, he and Gon had started… something. It was tender and new and sweet and—Killua loved it. He didn’t ever want to let it go. But, with his next heat approaching, he worried that it would change. Now that he and Gon snuggled and kissed and slept together, would Gon expect to take Killua completely, to overwhelm him, to fill him, to knot him? Killua didn’t want that, but he would rather take it than lose Gon.
He had entertained the idea of disappearing, of taking a vacation or a mission away from Gon so he could ride out his heat alone and not have to risk their new relationship. However, the thought of going through his heat alone after discovering what it was like to nest and be tended by Gon was terrible. He wanted to stay with Gon, to bask in his presence and safety. Killua wanted to stay, but he was nervous.
“Um,” Killua began and then hesitated. “My…”
Gon was gazing at him patiently with honey-gold eyes. Honestly, with his over-sensitive nose, Gon could probably already smell the changes in Killua’s body, in his pheromones. He was just nice enough to wait for Killua to bring it up on his own terms, smiling all the while.
“My heat will be here soon,” Killua said before he could chicken out. “It should start in two days, on Saturday.”
Gon didn’t say anything, neither something cheerful nor placating. He continued to wait, letting Killua fumble out what he wanted to ask.
“Can we… spend it together?” Killua asked finally.
“You want me to stay with you?” Gon asked instead of answering.
Killua’s knee-jerk reaction was to deny it, act indifferent, and pretend he didn’t need anything from anyone, but… he recalled how nice it had been to spend his last heat with Gon—nesting and snuggling in his arms, being cared for, treated kindly. He wanted that again and to get it, he would have to ask. “Y-yeah,” Killua admitted. “I mean, if you don’t want to—if you have plans—if it’s too much trouble, I can—I’ll be fine by myself, I always am.”
Gon reached across the cushions slowly, mindful as Killua flinched away, and gently took his hand. “Of course,” he answered. “I’d be happy to stay with you, Killua.”
“If it’s too hard for you—”
“It’s not,” Gon assured Killua. “I’m in control of myself.”
Killua swallowed and peeked at Gon from beneath his lashes. After everything he had been through, he still couldn’t fathom an alpha who could just control themselves so simply, but Gon made it sound like it wasn’t a big deal at all. “You’re sure?” Killua asked. “What if…?”
“I’d never hurt you, Killua,” Gon said earnestly.
“I know that, but… isn’t it hard for you to stay near me? As an alpha?”
“It’s harder to think about you being alone,” Gon said softly. “If you want me with you, I’d like to be at your side, Killua.”
Killua nodded, tightening his grip on Gon’s hand. “Last time… when we were together, my heat was… easy. It didn’t hurt and I didn’t feel sick. I… I want that again.”
Gon brought Killua’s knuckles to his mouth, pressing a little kiss to the back of them. “Consider it done.”
Relief turned Killua’s bones to liquid and made his stomach uncurl. He sagged into the cushions, scooting closer to Gon. For a moment, he hesitated and warred with himself before giving in and tucking himself under Gon’s arm. Gon wrapped Killua up, cuddling him close and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Killua felt secure in Gon’s embrace, warm and sheltered but not trapped. Gon breathed in, his entire body relaxing as he inhaled Killua’s scent. His inner omega preened at the silent praise and Killua rested his cheek on Gon’s shoulder.
They watched the remainder of the movie almost in silence, sharing a story or a word here and there. Killua melted further into Gon’s arms, almost crawling into his lap by the time the credits rolled. In the dim bluish light cast off by the television, Gon held Killua as tight as he dared and brought up his own question.
“Killua,” Gon began softly, “I don’t want you to feel pressured or take this the wrong way, but… are you interested in coupling with me during your heat?”
Killua’s entire body went stiff. His fingernails bit into Gon’s hand and his bare toes curled in the couch cushions. If not for the fact that he was tucked into Gon’s arms, Gon had a feeling he would have leaped away. As it were, Killua’s back was against Gon’s chest with his face turned carefully away. Gon didn’t try to look at Killua’s expression. He knew being an omega and going through heats was a point of injury for Killua, but now that they were together, Gon wanted to know what to expect. In order to know, he had to just ask Killua—even if he knew Killua wouldn’t like it.
When Killua didn’t seem able to speak, Gon continued, “I’m not trying to pressure you, Killua. I don’t mind if you’re not ready. We don’t have to do anything. I don’t even have to touch you. I can just be here and sit with you, talk to you, support you. But… if it’s something you want, or even think you might want, we have to talk about it.”
“I,” Killua managed, “I’m not ready for children. I don’t think you are either.”
“I’m not,” Gon confirmed, “but there are things we can do to prevent conception and steps we can take immediately after if we suspect that those things failed.”
Killua positively shuddered. Goosebumps rose on his white skin and his hair stood on end. All at once, his sweet scent soured with fear.
Gon wasn’t sure what Killua was thinking to evoke that kind of terrible reaction, but he soothed Killua as firmly as he dared. He stroked the length of Killua’s forearm and interlaced their fingers. “Killua,” he said. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not that. I promise.” He tucked his head against Killua’s, resting cheek-to-cheek. “There’s an herbal tea you can drink and there are condoms I can wear. There’s spermicides and a type of block you can insert into the passage to your womb. Whatever your family did, it’s not that. I would never do that to you.”
Killua’s skin was clammy, but he turned slowly to look at Gon. “W-what are you talking about?”
Gon’s throat closed up. “Killua, did… No one’s ever talked to you about birth control?”
Killua shook his head. “I thought,” he began and then cut himself off. “My mother said—” He shuddered again, trembling from head to toe.
Gon squeezed him tightly, as though that could stop the memories from assailing Killua with the barrier of his arms alone. “Do you want to talk to Aunt Mito? She’s an omega like you. She can answer any questions you have.”
“No,” Killua said faintly. “Thank you, Gon. You… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Gon’s cheeks flushed with warmth, even though something as simple as talking to Killua about his life, his body, and his choices made Killua feel that way. It was sick—it was so messed up—what Killua had been trained to think omegas were and what they had to do to survive. Gon tucked his face into Killua’s neck, breathing in the sweet scent of him. “I love you,” he whispered.
Goosebumps rose beneath Gon’s lips as the words washed over Killua. “I… I want to couple with you, Gon, during my heat.”
“Okay,” Gon said. “We can take it slow. We don’t have to rush. We can stop at any time you want, okay?”
Killua nodded shakily.
“Do you have a preference about birth control? Even if we don’t use it, I want to have it on hand. And just because we have it doesn’t mean we have to use it, okay?”
“I don’t want anything that goes inside me,” Killua murmured. His teeth flashed across his lower lip, biting into it and then sweeping his tongue across the indent. “I don’t want anything inside me…” His blue eyes locked on Gon’s face, sinking into him, “except you.”
Gon nuzzled him, pressing a kiss behind his ear under his silky white hair. “Okay, okay. We can brew the tea and I’ll buy some condoms when I go out tomorrow. Is there anything else you want for your heat? Any extra blankets, something special to drink or eat?”
Killua shrugged. “I don’t need anything.”
Gon nudged Killua’s cheek with his nose. “I didn’t ask that. I asked if you wanted anything.”
Killua shivered again, his gaze catching on Gon’s. “I’m okay,” Killua said. “I just want…” A high blush rose in his pale face and he almost clammed up with embarrassment but pushed through because Gon was smiling at him so sweetly. “I just want to be with you.”
“You’ll have me,” Gon promised, “for however long you want.” He brought Killua’s hand to his face and pressed a kiss into his palm.
…
Gon was a flurry of preparations the next day. He had been with several omegas during their heats, sitting beside Mito while she sweated it out or the time he had lay beside Killua in his first-ever nest. But he had never been with an omega while they were in heat. He wasn’t necessarily nervous. He knew the mechanics of it and doubted things would be that much different than normal love-making, but this was Killua. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt Killua, to reinforce any of the terrible things he already thought, to give root to his fears and anxieties. Gon wanted everything to be perfect.
And so, he prepared and prepped and prepared some more.
First, he washed every blanket, sheet, and towel in their shared apartment. He hung everything to dry on the fire escape, letting the summer sun bake and perfume them. Then, he fluffed them in the dryer anyway to make sure they were as soft as possible. He left them stacked in the laundry room so that they could be warmed when Killua went into heat. It wasn’t necessary to do so, but it was a step closer to perfection. Killua deserved to be pampered. He deserved everything. Gon could still remember Killua’s face as he nested for the first time in that cheap inn. This was going to be so much better—Gon was going to make it better.
Second, he flipped the mattress and lay down a protector. While he wasn’t worried about the mess, he knew it would be easier to clean up if he prepared ahead of time. He set out several sets of fresh sheets, just in case, and remade the bed. Then, he vigorously cleaned all the dust bunnies out from underneath the bed and dresser. He bought scented candles and arranged them at the ready. He also bought several flavors and styles of lube, even though Killua’s heat should produce plenty of slick. He couldn’t be too safe.
Third, he stocked the fridge with finger-food and snacks of sliced fruits, vegetables, meats, and cheeses. Even though Killua hadn’t asked for anything, Gon bought Chocolate Robots and several other chocolate treats. He chilled sports drinks and flavored seltzers alongside the food. He bought the contraceptive tea and showed Killua how to prepare it, since he hadn’t known it even existed. It was best to start drinking it two days before the heat so that the effects could stack up. Killua didn’t protest the slightly-bitter flavor, sipping it in a state of awe.
For his part, Killua watched the goings-on with a wide-eyed bewilderment and supplied a few half-hearted protests that he didn’t need all this.
Gon was quick to reassure Killua. “I want to do this for you,” he said, “and you can’t stop me from doing it. So just enjoy.”
Killua swallowed the dregs of tea. “But,” he started.
“Hush,” Gon said and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips.
Killua fell silent, losing himself in the brush of Gon’s mouth and the sensation of his callused hands sliding up his back. Gon held Killua close, deepening the kiss until Killua made a little sound of delight. Gon had learned early on that Killua relished any kind of physical contact be it kisses or hugs or hand-holding. Though Gon wouldn’t say he took advantage of the way Killua went silent and still at a touch, it was a convenient way to slow Killua’s busy mind, distracting him before he could spiral. When Gon drew back, Killua had forgotten all about his protests and smiled dreamily at Gon instead.
“How do you feel?” Gon asked.
“Fine, nothing has set in yet,” Killua told him. “Just the early onset symptoms.”
“What are those for you, Killua? I know every omega is different.”
Killua shrugged. “It’s hard to explain. Just a general… neediness and some nausea.”
“If I can do anything to help, just let me know,” Gon offered.
“It’s fine. It’s not that bad yet,” Killua said casually.
“Killua, it doesn’t have to be bad for me to help you. If you need something—no, even if you just want it—I’m happy to help you. I can hug you or bring you a warm blanket, whatever you want.”
Killua looked startled for a moment before he blushed and looked away. “I said I was fine,” he mumbled.
Gon couldn’t smile, even at Killua’s adorable pink face. To see an omega on the brink of heat resist care, deny tenderness the way Killua always did, was something that ached like a blade in Gon’s heart. He wanted nothing more than to make Killua feel better, to make things easier on him, to make him feel loved and supported, but Killua was never able to comprehend that an alpha cared for any aspect of him beyond breeding and knotting him.
“Well, let me know I if you change your mind,” was all Gon could say.
It wasn’t until the sun had set that Killua gave in. Gon was watching television, the volume turned low as he pretended to watch some program about renovating an old house. Killua was like a wild animal. Often times, he came closer only if he thought Gon wasn’t looking at him. The guise of the television was perfect. Sure enough, about a half hour into the episode, Killua climbed over the back of the couch and bounced animatedly on the cushions. When he landed almost in Gon’s lap, he apologized but didn’t move away. It was easier to Killua to ‘accidentally’ cuddle up to Gon and easier for Gon just to accept it without comment. Maybe someday, Killua would just sit beside him, but that day was not today.
Killua’s scent was wild, sweet and floral and ripe and warm all at once. Gon resisted the urge to bury his face in Killua’s hair and breathe his pre-heat scent in. Instead, he just held him close to his side. Killua stretched out, resting his weight trustingly against Gon’s side. His long legs spanned the couch, toes curling against the distant arm. He dragged the soft blanket down over himself and snuggled into it with his head against Gon’s chest. Gon let his hand rest on Killua’s head before he softly began to card his fingers through Killua’s fluffy white tresses. Killua gave a little hum of delight and closed his eyes, giving up all pretense of watching the TV.
Eventually, Killua began to doze. It was something that he very rarely did in the living room. Killua was too wary to sleep in such a vulnerable position, but his on-setting heat and the worries therein must have worn him out. He slept quietly, chest rising and falling peacefully. Gon sat up far too long, past their bedtime, just enjoying Killua slumbering in his arms. He lowered his chin and kissed Killua’s forehead sweetly.
…
Killua didn’t know what is was about this heat, but it was taking forever to arrive. He waited for it Friday night, half-expecting it to show up and ruin all Gon’s careful preparations, but it didn’t show its face even after he had fallen asleep. Maybe it was because he was actually looking forward to his heat rather than dreading it. But finally, early Saturday morning, he felt the telltale tingle deep inside, the familiar queasiness in his stomach, the tremor in his limbs. His clothes felt like too much and not enough all at once.
Killua woke from a sound sleep and glanced at the clock. It was just shy of four AM. He was curled in Gon’s arms, clutched like a teddy bear under Gon’s chin. Despite the heat of the room and the fever beginning in Killua’s body, he didn’t shy away. It felt good to be held by Gon.
Instead of shifting to get up, Killua closed his eyes and focused on the steady thump-a-thump of Gon’s heart, the reflex of his breathing, the comforting scent of his pheromones. He doubted he would be able to fall back asleep, but he could lie here just like this in the arms of an alpha. Something Killua had never really felt before and struggled to name uncurled like a flower within him. He rested lightly, picking out the details of Gon’s scent.
After a few hours, Killua’s own pheromones were overwhelming the little bedroom. Gon stirred and blinked sleepily at Killua before he breathed deeply and realized that the time had come. Killua expected to be taken right then and there, flipped facedown and bred without hesitation.
However, Gon leaned in to kiss his forehead. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
Surprised butterflies swarmed in Killua’s chest. “I… I didn’t need to. I was happy just being here.”
Gon nodded pensively and cuddled Killua a little more thoroughly, pulling the blankets around his shoulders and head. “Do you want to stay like this?”
“No,” Killua murmured. “I need the bathroom. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“You can always wake me,” Gon said. “You go first. Then I’ll go.”
“Okay.” Killua slipped out of Gon’s embrace, climbed out of bed, and padded down the hall to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, taking extra time to floss and scrub his tongue. During his heat, he had noticed that his gag reflex was non-existent, probably for the benefit of alphas. He combed his hair, relieved himself, and washed his hands. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he returned to the bedroom where Gon was placing a pile of warmed blankets on the bedside. “What’s that for?”
“For you,” Gon said. “If you want. I warmed them up.” Without another word, Gon closed himself in the bathroom and Killua heard the water running.
Killua loitered beside the bed, fingering the warm fabric before he gave in to his urges. He pulled the blankets off the bed, fluffed up the pillows against the headboard, and began creating a nest out of the warm pile Gon had supplied. He found himself taking his time, folding and unfolding the blankets. He arranged them by color, making a place for himself and a place for Gon without really knowing why it mattered. He was just crawling into it when Gon drifted back into the bedroom. He was freshly-showered, wearing clean pajamas, and smelled amazing. He carried a tray with cold drinks and a few snacks which he placed on the nightstand.
Killua’s stomach clenched.
“Your nest looks great, Killua,” Gon said with a smile.
“T-thank you,” Killua choked out. His chest was burning.
“You should drink something,” Gon suggested lightly. “I have seltzer and Gatorade.”
Killua took the bottle of fruit-flavored seltzer and twisted the cap off, managing a few sips before his stomach felt too tight. “Should I have my tea too?”
“You had plenty yesterday so you should be fine, but I can brew you a cup if you’d like.”
Killua shook his head. He didn’t really want any of the bitter brew now.
Gon opened his own sports drink and drank hastily. “Do you want to eat something?”
Killua couldn’t imagine eating. The hole in his stomach felt like it was pulling him down into the flames, but Gon had gone through all the trouble to bring food. Rather than disappoint him, Killua nibbled a square of cheese and a cookie. He drank a little bit more from the safety of the arranged blankets and suddenly realized that Gon was leaning awkwardly over the bed to avoid entering Killua’s nest without permission.
“Gon,” Killua said urgently and patted the space beside him.
“Are you sure?” Gon asked.
Killua nodded. “Please, sit with me.”
Gon put the cap back on his drink, set it aside, and climbed into Killua’s warm nest. He settled where Killua indicated, reclined slightly on his elbow, and then stared up at him with earnest honey-gold eyes. “Do you want to rest some more? Can I get you something?”
Killua shook his head, put aside his seltzer, and lay down beside Gon. Tension rode along his spine, twisting there as he waited for Gon to set upon him. They had agreed to couple during Killua’s heat. Shouldn’t Gon have bent Killua over no less than two flat surfaces in the apartment by now?
“Killua? What’s wrong? You look… troubled.”
“I thought we were going to couple,” Killua blurted. His body felt empty, greedy, and hot.
“We can,” Gon said slowly, “but I thought you’d want to talk about it first. Are you ready to couple already, Killua?”
Killua hesitated. He opened his mouth to answer, but only croaked.
Gon laid a hand on Killua’s cheek, tilting his head so their eyes would meet. “Killua? If you changed your mind, it’s okay. We can just lay here. I’ll be with you no matter what.”
“I want to,” Killua whispered, “but I thought… I thought you’d be more eager… to have me.”
“I am eager,” Gon confirmed. “But I don’t want to pressure you. We can do this at your pace. If you’re ready, you just have to tell me.”
“I’m ready.”
Gon looked doubtful, but he didn’t protest. It could be painful for an omega to be doubted by their alpha during a heat.
Instead, he nodded to himself and leaned in to kiss Killua’s parted lips. Killua’s mouth was usually flavorless, as mouths often were, but now—in the throes of his heat—Killua tasted like everything Gon had ever wanted. He was sweet like candy, warm like sunlight, somehow perfectly capturing the flavor of a summer breeze on the coast. Killua’s tongue was softer and longer than Gon recalled, twisting into Gon’s mouth eagerly. Killua whined, little sounds of delight escaping him where he was usually silent. Gon cradled his face, anchoring Killua and steadying him.
They kissed for a long time, nibbling and suckling at each other. Killua gave freely, tumbling into Gon’s hands and against his body. Gon kept the pace to match, never moving his hands further until Killua twisted into the touches invitingly. The smell of his pheromones was powerful, egging Gon’s own body on and encouraging his rut. He was already rock-hard, straining against his cotton pajamas. Whenever their waists touched, Gon realized that Killua was just the same. However, Killua wasn’t ready and shifted his hips backwards after each brush.
The kisses became more desperate, pressing, hungry until Killua’s sharp teeth nipped Gon’s lip hard enough that he pulled away.
“Killua,” Gon panted. He touched the sting on his lower lip.
“Sorry,” Killua gasped. “I’m sorry. I just—”
“It’s fine,” Gon told him. “Are you still okay?”
Killua nodded. “Of course.”
Gon sat up slightly and Killua’s hands dragged down his chest over his shirt.
“Will you take this off?” Killua asked suddenly and plucked at Gon’s shirt.
“Sure.” Gon pulled it off and flung it aside.
Then, he looked back at Killua and saw that he had taken advantage of Gon’s lack-of-attention to remove his own shirt. In the buttery morning sunlight, Killua’s alabaster skin shone as though brushed with precious jewels. Scars dotted his torso—clusters of burns in the wells of his collarbones, long slashes against his ribs, fruit-shaped wounds on his belly, starbursts of stabs at his hips and shoulders, and bites… Killua’s neck and upper shoulders were covered with bites. Alphas had bitten him and ground their teeth, ripped and tore at the tender skin that should have been marked only by Killua’s chosen mate.
Gon had seen the scars before, but it was the first time their application had struck him. He reached out and gently ran his thumb over the crown of teeth marks just below Killua’s scent gland. “Oh, Killua,” he breathed out.
Killua didn’t push Gon’s hand away, but he didn’t lean into it either. “It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Gon met Killua’s sapphire eyes, uncertain if he should even say anything. What could be said in the face of so much purposeful suffering, in the face of Killua’s continued torture, in the face of his scars?
“You can bite me,” Killua said in the silence, misinterpreting Gon’s mournful face as a desire to leave a mark of his own. “I don’t mind.”
Gon leaned in, lowering his mouth to the junction of Killua’s neck and shoulder where his skin was the softest. Under his hand and lips, Killua went completely rigid as he braced himself for pain. Rather than tell Killua once again that he wouldn’t hurt him, Gon showed him instead. He kissed Killua’s racing pulse once, twice, and then moved along his collarbone. He feathered kisses as he went, snaking his tongue out occasionally to lick the salt from Killua’s skin and feel the texture of his raised scars. In his arms, Killua shuddered.
Gon pressed his teeth into Killua’s skin, but didn’t break it. Instead, he sucked lightly until he had left a mark over the worst cluster of bites.
Killua’s eyes fluttered open when Gon pulled away. His expression was almost drunken, spoiled and confused by the gentle treatment. “Gon?”
Rather than answer, Gon kissed him again.
Bare-chested, they slipped together. Gon could feel all the scars on Killua’s back beneath his fingers, tapering down to his waist and disappearing beneath his pajama pants. He pulled Killua closer, guiding him up into his lap so that he could straddle Gon without feeling trapped. Their erections bumped more frequently in that position, but Killua didn’t pull away as dramatically. Instead, he rocked against Gon experimentally, putting some space between them occasionally before returning to grind against him. It felt amazing and Gon’s eyes rolled.
“I want,” Killua panted. His hips sputtered, jerking against Gon’s. “I want…”
“What?” Gon asked. He gripped Killua’s waist, adjusting his angle just slightly so that sparks exploded behind his eyes. “Tell me and it’s yours.”
“Please, I want…” Killua’s skin was slick with sweat and his ribs jerked as he gasped for breath. “To stop,” he said suddenly.
Gon’s head snapped back against the headboard, startled. He loosened his grip on Killua’s bare waist but didn’t let go entirely. “Killua? What’s wrong? What do you need?”
Killua blinked at Gon, shocked by the sudden reaction. “You… you stopped?”
“Of course,” Gon said. His thumb moved over a cluster of scars on Killua’s hip.
“But…” Killua whispered. His blue eyes tracked down between them, falling on Gon’s insistent erection where it strained wetly against the cotton. “Don’t you want to keep going?”
“Not if you don’t,” Gon said. He realized the mark on Killua’s hip was a bite, large and fruitlike, made by a big mouth with sharp teeth. Gon seriously doubted that anyone had ever stopped when Killua asked—when Killua begged or pleaded, bargained or cried, fainted or fought. “Killua, talk to me.”
“I just… I’ve never…” Killua rasped his fingers through the short hairs at the nape of Gon’s neck distractedly. “I’m…”
Gon steadied him with a gentle hand and then put out a concentrated waft of pheromones to soothe Killua’s fractured nerves. He made sure that Killua could tell that he wasn’t upset, that he was concerned for Killua’s wellbeing, that he was still pleased and content and loved Killua even if they didn’t go through with this. Gon watched Killua’s ribs expand, pulling in the scent and letting it out slowly. A line of tension melted away and Killua’s body softened under Gon’s hands.
“You’re not upset?”
“No. Of course not.”
Killua breathed in and out slowly, shakily, as though that simple action would raise Gon’s ire if it was too loud or hurried. He continued to inhale Gon’s soothing scent, locking it away deep in his chest, savoring it. “Can we keep going?”
“Only if you want to.”
“I do,” Killua confirmed.
Gon leaned forward, nuzzling Killua’s cheek and breathing him in. Indeed, Killua still smelled aroused, but Gon wasn’t sure how much of that was from the heat itself. Killua’s erection had flagged slightly, but it was still present. Gon’s own erection was aching and stiff, but he tucked it between his thighs to keep it out of the way and adjusted Killua’s position so they were sitting side by side. He kept his arm around Killua’s shoulders, cuddling the omega into him so that Killua didn’t feel bereft or punished.
“Let’s just take a few minutes,” Gon said softly. “I’m thirsty. Are you?”
Killua started to shake his head and then nodded tentatively.
Gon handed over his seltzer and watched as Killua sipped it. “Will you tell me what happened just now? Did something upset you?”
“It was… it felt so good,” Killua whispered into the bottle.
Gon waited for him to elaborate, but Killua didn’t continue.
Killua bit at the edge of the bottle, his white teeth making a hard tap-tap sound.
“Killua?” Gon repeated.
Killua snapped to look at him, sapphire eyes wide.
“If it felt good, why did you want to stop?”
Killua rolled the bottle distractedly between his palms. “It’s… nothing about my heat has ever… felt good before. I was,” he hesitated, weighing and discarding words, “confused. I got scared. It’s never felt like that and my father said that being a male omega is… unpleasant at best. I figured it would feel like… like it did during training.”
Gon resisted the urge to shout, to scream and swear. He kept his voice steady and addressed the most troubling aspect first. “Killua, you thought coupling with me would hurt you?”
Killua nodded once, a tiny jerk of his head that almost could have been missed.
“Then why would you want to…?”
Killua fiddled with the bottle. “I just… I wanted to try it. I wanted to share it with you. After last time, nesting and laying with you felt so good. I wondered if… my heat could feel good too. I just wanted to try it.” He took another sip to gather himself. “And when it did feel good, I was surprised. I was shocked. I hadn’t really thought… I believed my father.”
Gon laid his hand over Killua’s, feeling the tremor in his cold fingers from the chilled drink. “Killua,” he said softly. “I’m sorry your family told you so many wrong things about your secondary gender. I want you to know that I’ll never judge you. Whatever you need or want to try, whenever you want to stop, I’ll do it without question.”
Killua nodded, his blue eyes sparkling with moisture. “Can we… can we try again?”
“Of course.”
Smoothly, Killua put the seltzer aside and climbed back into Gon’s lap. His thighs caged in Gon’s hips and Gon rested his warm palms on Killua’s bare waist again. Killua hovered there a moment, scarcely daring to rest his weight down, before slowly sinking into Gon’s lap. Their erections bumped and Gon bit back a groan of bliss as Killua trembled against him.
“Don’t,” Killua whispered.
Gon forced his eyes open, meeting Killua’s gaze. “Don’t what?”
Killua thinned his lips and then confessed, “Don’t be quiet. I… I like to hear you. I like knowing that I’ve… pleased you.”
Gon ran his hand up Killua’s naked back, hugging him close. “You always please me, Killua. I love you.”
Killua shuddered, the words moving through him like a current. Closing his eyes, he began to move against Gon in earnest. He rocked their hips together, riding the friction that came from the cotton pajamas. It was all Gon could do to keep from descending into a mindless repetition of Killua’s name. He caressed Killua’s back, shifting his position only occasionally. Sparks were bolting through him, surging and rising like a tide. Gon was beginning to worry he would finish in his pants when Killua made a strained high sound and bowed over. He clung to Gon, his entire body vibrating with need.
“Killua,” Gon whispered. “You’re so good. That was amazing. Just let go. You deserve it.”
Killua’s orgasm rocked through his body, shuddering over and over in Gon’s arms until it seemed he was going to come apart entirely. Tears sprang to his eyes and rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto Gon’s exposed belly. Between them, the pajamas grew wet and sticky. Gon continued to stroke his back, running his fingers down the knobs of his spine, across the span of his ribs, and over the lines of his scars. Weakly, Killua pushed away to rest his weight on his knees and swiped half-heartedly at his damp cheeks with both hands.
Gon cupped his face, cradling it and bringing him down for a kiss. “You’re so good, Killua. That was amazing, wasn’t it?”
Killua nodded shakily. “But you didn’t…”
“I don’t need to, we can stop if you want,” Gon assured him.
Killua shook his head, strands of white hair sticking to his damp cheeks and forehead. “I want to keep going. Please.”
“Okay,” Gon breathed.
Together, they stripped Killua of his sodden pajama pants and Killua wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His erection had softened slightly after his first orgasm, but it was showing renewed interest under Gon’s gaze. Totally bare, he rested on his knees for a moment while Gon looked his fill.
For Gon’s part, it wasn’t so much a moment of awe towards Killua’s nudity, but a breath-catching alarm at the sight of yet more scars painting his porcelain skin. Killua had more burns clustered at the seam of his crotch and thigh, ropelike marks coiling around his upper thighs, more bites and slashes on his buttocks and hips and most delicate parts. Nothing of Killua’s body had been left undamaged, unmarked, untouched. Only because Killua looked uncomfortable did Gon manage to tear his eyes away.
“Can I take mine off too?” Gon asked.
Killua nodded.
Gon stripped out of his pajama pants, his erection bobbing animatedly against his stomach and leaving a shiny wet spot against his tan. Killua glanced at him and then looked away. Gently, Gon took Killua’s hand and rasped his thumb over his rough knuckles. “Killua? What’s wrong? You can look at me. I don’t mind.”
“I’ve seen an alpha’s dick before,” Killua said flatly. The crude slang seemed strange coming from his lips.
Gon swallowed the desire to ask when Killua had seen it. He had pieced together enough of Killua’s ‘training’ to keep himself up at night. “We can stop, Killua, just tell me. I won’t be upset, I promise.”
Killua looked back at Gon immediately, holding his gaze. “I don’t want to stop. I just…”
Gon waited patiently while Killua searched for the words he needed.
“Can I touch you?”
“Sure.”
Killua seized Gon’s erection with a bruising grip and tugged.
Gon hissed and quickly latched onto Killua’s wrist to restrain him. “Ouch! Not so hard!”
Killua froze, his eyes wide and his lips parted. Quickly, he snatched his hand away and recoiled from Gon.
Gon didn’t release Killua’s wrist, using that hold like a safety line to keep his lover from bolting. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he said swiftly. “I’m fine. It didn’t hurt much. I’m okay.”
Killua stared at his wrist where Gon was holding onto him. The tips of his claws peeked out in response to his alarm and desire to flee. “Sorry,” he whispered and wilfully retracted them. “I guess I didn’t think about it…”
“About what?” Gon asked. The little jolt of pain had helped him calm down and he no longer felt as though he could orgasm from Killua’s mere presence.
“That every time I’ve seen or touched an alpha’s dick, it’s been while I was fighting, while I was trying to free myself, while I was… training.”
Those words scalded Gon’s heart. “Killua,” he murmured and gently tugged him closer.
Killua scooted up the bed, shifting back into the nest with Gon. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” Gon said soothingly. “Try again. Lighter this time. Touch me the way you’d like to be touched. Then, if you want, we can switch.”
“I’d like that,” Killua confessed.
“Okay.”
The second time, Killua wrapped his fingers lightly around Gon’s shaft at the base. He could feel the cluster of veins that would eventually swell into Gon’s knot, though there was no indication of the size now. Killua shivered at the thought of Gon knotting him, pumping his insides full of seed, swelling him with child… someday. Experimentally, he stroked the length of Gon’s erection and gave a little twist of his wrist at the sensitive head. Gon hissed and gasped with each touch, sputtering little shards of Killua’s name and praise and pleas. It lit Killua on fire from the inside. He was made for this, made to please an alpha, made to please Gon.
Without thinking too hard, Killua bent at the waist and engulfed Gon in his mouth. He was slick and salty, but something about the flavor loosened the fist in Killua’s stomach. He swallowed Gon’s cock entirely, taking advantage of his vanished gag reflex. He bobbed on that shaft, dragging his lips and tongue over every inch of it. He scraped his teeth experimentally and was rewarded with a high moan from Gon. He pursed his lips around the tip, slathering it with his tongue, and then sucked until his cheeks hollowed.
Gon cried out, a high keening slice of praise. “Oh, gods, Killua. It’s so good. You’re so good. You’re amazing. Yes, there, right there. Lick me again.”
Killua obeyed, his heart swelling out of his chest. With only a few more licks and pumps of his hand, Gon exploded. Seed flooded Killua’s mouth—a copious cascade that escaped his lips and gushed down his chest. Killua cupped his hands, catching it before it could soil the blankets. He swallowed, not knowing what else to do while Gon was anchored in his mouth and quivering like a leaf in a hurricane. Killua kept swallowing, licking Gon’s cock and his lips until he felt the flood of seed slow and finally stop. Then, he withdrew and stared at Gon curiously.
“You’re amazing,” Gon breathed. He grabbed a towel from the nightstand and started cleaning up Killua’s face, chest, and hands. “Are you okay?”
Killua blinked. “Yeah.”
“Can I do the same for you, Killua?”
Killua nodded slowly, watching as Gon put aside the dirty towel and then fluffed the pillows at the top of the nest.
“Here, sit or lie down. However you feel the most comfortable.”
Killua shifted around until he was sitting propped against the headboard with his legs stretched out and parted slightly. Gon knelt between his thighs, resting his hands lightly on Killua’s chest above his hammering heart. Gon leaned in and kissed him sweetly, his tongue warmly touching Killua’s lower lip in a plea for entrance.
Killua pulled away. “Don’t.”
“What is it?” Gon asked. “Should we stop?”
“No, it’s just… you’re going to taste yourself.”
“I don’t mind,” Gon assured Killua. “Honest.”
“But…”
“Killua, can I please kiss you?”
“Okay,” Killua relented.
Gon leaned in again and kissed him, snaking his tongue out along Killua’s plump lower lip. When Kilua didn’t open immediately, Gon backed off. There would be time for that later.
He kissed the corner of Killua’s mouth, then his chin, then his scarred neck. Gon began working his way down, peppering kisses wherever it pleased him. He dragged his tongue across the scars, kissed them, worshiped them. He placed tenderness wherever Killua had only known pain. Killua began to make tiny sounds, something half-stifled and shameful. Gon didn’t comment on it, choosing instead to let Killua work through whatever he was thinking.
Gon continued to show affection and care to Killua’s abused body, demonstrating with actions that there was nothing for Killua to feel ashamed of. By the time Gon reached the center of Killua’s body, he was rewarded with little mewls and whimpers of delight. Smiling, Gon took Killua into his mouth. Killua cried out, his hips arching off the bed and his legs kicking apart so that Gon had to grip his hips firmly.
He couldn’t take Killua as deeply, but he made up for that with plenty of licking and sucking at the oversensitive head. Since Killua had already orgasmed once, it didn’t take long for him to spill a second time. The semen production was seriously less in omegas and Gon had no problem swallowing what Killua released before sitting back on his heels with a smile.
Killua panted, his chest heaving, as he looked at Gon.
Wordlessly, Gon leaned in to kiss him. This time, Killua let his tongue inside and they kissed deeply, tasting each other together.
“Do you want to keep going?” Gon asked when they withdrew, foreheads pressed together and sharing the warm air.
“Yeah,” Killua murmured.
Gon kissed Killua again, distracting him slightly as his free hand wandered down Killua’s body and tucked between his legs. Despite Killua’s heat being in full swing and the two orgasms he had already had, Killua’s opening was surprisingly dry. Gon stroked it experimentally, confused when Killua’s body didn’t start to produce slick at the touch. Killua shuddered and squirmed, whining and pressing his hips down against Gon’s fingers with arousal. However, Gon didn’t feel comfortable trying to enter Killua while he was so dry. Instead, he gently pressed a hand to Killua’s hips to make him stay and then reached for the closest bottle of lube on the nightstand.
Killua watched him with confusion, his blue eyes luminous. He didn’t move until Gon uncapped the small bottle with a snap. “W-what are you doing?”
“Don’t worry,” Gon assured him.
“I don’t need an aphrodisiac,” Killua protested. “I don’t—”
“It’s not,” Gon assured him swiftly. “It’s just a lubricant, water-based.” He handed over the bottle and let Killua read through the ingredients and warnings.
When Killua was satisfied, he rolled the bottle around in his hands. “I don’t need this. I’m fine.”
“Killua,” Gon said firmly and held out his hand for the lube. “You’re very dry. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t hurt me,” Killua said coldly.
Gon lowered his hand, resting it against Killua’s skin and stroking gently. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Killua. Your body should be producing slick while you’re in heat, but it doesn’t seem to be making enough. It’s nothing to worry about because we have lube, but I want to put some on you, okay?”
Killua stared at Gon, twisting the bottle around and around before he lowly relented, “Okay.”
Gon squeezed some into his hand and then rubbed his fingers together to warm it. When he was ready, he reached between Killua’s parted thighs and gently stroked his fingertips over Killua’s puckered hole. Killua latched onto his shoulders immediately, anchoring himself. He bit his lip, but kept his wide eyes fixed on what Gon was doing.
“We can stop anytime,” Gon reminded him. He continued to just touch Killua without entering. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.”
“No,” Killua said softly. “I want it. I want you.”
“Okay,” Gon said. “I’m going to push my finger in now.”
“I’m okay,” Killua told him.
“Promise you’ll tell me the moment you aren’t,” Gon insisted. “We can stop any time.”
Killua nodded. His abdomen rippled with tension as he waited for that first press.
Gon took his time, stroking and touching Killua’s entrance repeatedly until he felt Killua relax. “I’m entering you now, Killua. Can you feel it?”
Killua’s lungs froze as he held his breath.
Gon pressed into him rather than renew the whole process. The lube and Killua’s own receptive body made it easy. There wasn’t even a scrap of pain or discomfort. In fact, something inside Killua reared up and demanded more, more, more. Killua’s thighs twitched and then locked around Gon’s back. He dragged at Gon’s shoulders, pulling him closer. His mouth worked aimlessly, unable to articulate what he wanted. Luckily, Gon seemed able to read his mind and swiftly pressed a second finger past the hungry ring of muscles.
“How does it feel?”
“A-amazing,” Killua whimpered. “Please. I need—I want—Gon.”
Gon withdrew his fingers, rolled on the large condom, and poured another generous dollop of lube into his hand. He stroked his shaft and then applied the rest between Killua’s cheeks. Killua held his breath again, his eyes and entire body narrowed down to that one point. It felt like he had been empty, hungry, desperate for his entire life and now that piece of him was going to be sealed up. Killua’s legs shook around Gon’s waist and his fingernails bit into his shoulders, but he had never wanted anything more. He couldn’t wait.
Before Gon could ask for reassurance, Killua gasped out, “Please, please, please.”
With a nod, Gon lined them up and pushed in.
Killua threw his head back against the pillows and cried out as an orgasm was wrung from his very bones. Something clicked inside his stomach, flooding him with warmth and peace. All at once, the tension that had been riding high and hard in his body disappeared. He sagged in the comfort of his nest, looking up at Gon’s face like he had hung the stars.
Gon lowered himself to his elbows and knees, lying atop Killua without actually putting his weight on the panting omega. He stroked Killua’s sweaty hair out of his face, smoothing the silken strands between his fingers. “Are you okay? You came right away.”
“I’m… I’m good. I’m great,” Killua breathed. “This is… amazing. Please, please move. I want more. I need this, Gon, please.” Tears welled in Kilua’s eyes and dripped helplessly down his face. “Please, Gon, please, my love. I need you. I need all of you. Make me yours, please, now, Gon.”
Gon shushed him, pressing kisses to Killua’s face and neck. “You have me, I’m here. I’ll give you everything you want.”
A sob tore out of Killua’s throat at Gon’s first thrust. His skin was alive with the sensations of being filled up by an alpha. Killua hadn’t felt this ever before and it made him realize why so many omegas were easy prey during their heats. He wasn’t sure how he had ever lived without this sense of peace and completion, these feelings of adoration and belonging, this love and trust that poured into his body wherever Gon touched him. He wept openly, not even bothering to cover his face, while Gon rocked softly into him.
“Killua, you’re okay. I’m here. Let it out. You’re safe, I’m here. I love you.”
Slowly, the steady stream of Gon’s words flickered through the white noise of Killua’s mind. He focused on them, turning his attention outward once again. He became aware of the wet slap-slap of their bodies, of the slight sloshing in his stomach were he had swallowed Gon’s seed, the sweat beading on his chest and stomach. Killua loosened his clutching fingers and saw that he had left crescents in Gon’s tan shoulders. He loosened his legs, giving Gon a little more space to move and was rewarded with a deeper thrust that made him gasp.
“There you are,” Gon said softly. “You went away for a little while.”
“I’m here,” Killua confirmed.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No,” Killua said urgently. “Please, keep going.”
Gon nodded and shifted his weight slightly. He grasped Killua’s hips and put more of his weight on his knees, lifting Killua slightly off the bed to meet him. Then, he set a breathtaking pace, thrusting into Killua’s pliant body in a way that made the air rush from his lungs. Killua wanted to close his eyes and just fall deep into the sensations, but he forced them open. Instead, he stared up at Gon and memorized the way his sweat made his hairstyle change, the way his lips curved with a warm pleased smile, the way his pheromones shifted as he approached orgasm.
Gon tipped his head back, burying himself to the hilt inside Killua as he came. Pressure began to build inside Killua’s belly as Gon’s seed pumped into him and his knot swelled at his entrance. Then, Gon wrapped his hands around Killua’s erection and began to stroke in time with the pulses of emptying seed inside. Killua shut his eyes and lost himself, spiraling down into the warmth and dark of bliss. His heartbeat filled his ears and colors danced across his closed lids. He groaned and whimpered as he came, semen splattering through Gon’s fingers and landing on his chest.
Gon’s knot swelled to the point of pain, so large and deeply-rooted that Killua could taste it—coppery and sharp in the back of his throat.
All at once, Killua’s mind went white. He had been knotted by an alpha. He was going to get pregnant. If his parents found out, his babies would—
Killua thrashed violently, trying to tear himself off the knot even as it swelled to completion inside him. “No!” he shrieked. “No, please! Pull it out! Stop!”
Hands clasped his wrists and pinned them to the soft mattress, pressing hard. The alpha was still between his legs, using his broad hips to keep Killua’s legs spread wide and forced apart. The bulging knot sent a surge of pain through Killua’s body every time he tried to tear free. Tears sprang in his eyes and he pleaded desperately for anyone who would listen.
“Please, pull it out! Get out of me! I don’t want to be pregnant! I can’t—I—”
“Killua, please stop. You’re going to rip yourself open.”
“I don’t care! It won’t hurt me. I can take it—I can take more. Just get out of me. I can’t get pregnant! I can’t be knotted, no, please!”
“Please, stop, Killua. You’re hurting me too.”
The words of the alpha speared through him like a cold blade.
Killua froze, gasping for breath, sobbing. “Please…”
“It’s okay, Killua, look at me, please.”
Killua met the earnest honey-gold eyes of the alpha hovering over him.
“There you are, it’s okay. You’re safe. You’re not going to get pregnant, Killua.”
“But,” Killua breathed and shifted slightly. He could still feel the knot, stinging slightly and anchored deeply inside him. “The knot…”
“We took steps. I’m wearing a condom and you drank some contraceptive tea. Do you remember that?”
Killua blinked. Suddenly, his vision cleared and his mind skipped back to life. He remembered everything. He was here, safe in his nest with Gon in their shared apartment. Tears slipped down his cheeks, soaking into the pillow. “Oh, god, Gon, I’m so sorry. I just—” He choked, unable to speak.
“You had a flashback, didn’t you?”
Killua nodded.
“It’s okay. You’re safe.”
Killua wrapped his arms around Gon’s shoulders and pulled him down into an embrace. Gon shifted them both onto their sides, resting Killua’s leg over his hip. His knot was still deeply buried inside Killua’s soft body, but there was little he could do about that until it reduced in about half an hour. Until then, he would be there for Killua in whatever way he needed.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Gon asked as he stroked his fingers through Killua’s hair.
Killua shook his head. “I just want to lie here,” he whispered, “with you.”
Gon stroked a hand down Killua’s back and side, caressing him gingerly.
After a long moment where Killua gathered his wits and slowed his rapid breathing, he blinked up at Gon and then managed a smile. “Sorry that I freaked out.”
“It wasn’t your fault. You have nothing to feel guilty about.” Gon resisted the urge to remind Killua that it was all his family’s fault—that they had twisted and bent Killua’s sense of love and self, of omegas and alphas into something horrible. Nothing would ever wash the image of Killua thrashing and crying on Gon’s knot from his memories. That sight would haunt him forever. Blinking it away, Gon leaned in to kiss Killua’s sweaty forehead.
Killua shifted in Gon’s arms and then winced at the pressure in his abdomen.
“Sorry,” Gon murmured. “I was really pent up and it didn’t help that you swallowed everything earlier. I’ll run you a warm bath as soon as we can get up.”
Biting his lower lip softly, Killua ran his hand carefully down his chest to his stomach. He curled his long white fingers around the beginnings of the bulge growing there from Gon’s copious seed. Gon watched as he reverently rasped his thumb over the stretched milk-white skin. Killua looked puzzled, his brows drawn together and his lips quirked into part of a smile.
“I like it,” Killua confessed finally. “Can we do it again?”
Taken aback, Gon said, “Well…”
“I want you to fill me up, Gon,” Killua said breathlessly. “I want you to fill every part of me with you, with your love, with this. I know… that what my family told me was a lie. This—being with you—isn’t something I should have had to fear. It isn’t unpleasant. I want to do it again and again, until I can’t take anymore. Please? Can we?”
Gon doubted there was an alpha alive who could have resisted that proposition. “Okay, sure, of course,” he agreed.
Killua smiled and then leaned in for a kiss which Gon readily returned.
…
Killua was insatiable. His body—broken and abused, trained and hardened, pushed beyond its limits countless times—had a high tolerance for pain and pleasure alike. Gon was able to keep up with him, to satisfy him, but only just. After several rounds of passionate love-making that left Killua’s lower belly swollen with spent seed inside the extra-strength condom, Killua’s heat finally ebbed and he dropped into a fitful sleep at Gon’s side.
Gon pulled a light sheet up over Killua’s bare body, not wanting him to catch a chill as his sweat dried. There would be time later for cleaning up, but for now, Gon was content to keep his omega warm with the heat of his arms and the safety of their shared nest. His palm smoothed gently over the swell of Killua’s abdomen, momentarily tripping over the thought of Killua being heavy with child.
Dismissing it, he cradled Killua against him, his lips tucked into the swollen gland in Killua’s throat. He had nibbled it, leaving hickeys against the brutal scars left by other alphas. It made Gon feel good to have marked Killua, to have made him orgasm countless times, to have satisfied the yawning pit in Killua’s stomach that begged and wanted and seethed with scalding embers.
Gon only wished he could have helped Killua sooner. How many heats had Killua suffered through alone—or worse, in the company of alphas that cared nothing for him beyond fighting and rutting? Gon kissed the cruel scar on Killua’s neck, a parody of the archaic mating bite that only few performed anymore. No one had ever treated Killua kindly, taken care of him, made him feel loved. Gon vowed to change that from now on.
Killua murmured, a small sweet sleepy sound, and shifted in the nest. He crept closer to Gon even in his sleep, pressing their naked bodies flush together and wrapping an arm around Gon’s waist. His swollen stomach pressed tightly against Gon’s, but he didn’t move away. Very little could hurt Killua and the slight pressure of inflation wasn’t enough to even make him stir. He slumbered on, his beautiful face smooth with peace.
Gon brushed some white hair out of Killua’s eyes and then kissed his forehead, letting his mouth linger as he breathed in the aroma of Killua’s body. Their scents had mingled after so much time and sweat, blending into something that called to the primal beast in Gon’s chest. Finally, Killua smelled like he belonged, like he was part of someone’s family, like he was loved.
Cuddling Killua’s head under his chin, Gon shut his eyes and dozed lightly. He wanted to be alert for the moment when Killua started to stir. Gon seriously doubted that Killua would need help moving in any way. Most omegas would have after the endless rounds and positions they had tried, but Killua was not most omegas. He was special, but Gon still wanted to be there to support him. It was what alphas were supposed to do.
Near midday on Sunday, Killua finally woke. As always, he came fully awake in a snap, all his senses honed on his surroundings and his body tensing. Killua usually woke before Gon, but Gon knew that Killua’s training affected even his sleep and dreams. However, Killua didn’t immediately start moving around. Instead, he stretched minutely and curled his toes beneath the sheets.
Gon wondered if Killua was sore, but doubted it was enough to even register on Killua’s pain scale. Sure enough, Killua didn’t show any signs of discontent, even though his bulging belly was still filled with Gon’s contained seed. He blinked his gorgeous sapphire eyes open and then smiled up at Gon.
“Good morning,” Gon murmured.
Killua shifted to kiss him lightly and then withdrew with a pleased smile. “I feel amazing,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt so good.”
“I’m glad,” Gon said softly. “Do you want to get up?”
Killua hummed and then shook his head. “One more time,” he urged. “Please?”
Gon couldn’t argue. His morning erection was pressed flush against Killua’s thigh. “Okay,” he relented. “But then you have to eat something.”
Killua grinned lasciviously.
“Not that! Real food!” Gon protested.
Killua laughed and the sound was glorious.
Gon swept in and kissed him again, rolling Killua onto his back against the pillows and pressing his erection against Killua’s dripping center.
Killua gasped and arched up to meet Gon, squirming like a hooked fish. “Please,” he gasped. “Oh, Gon, please.”
Gon folded Killua practically in half, tipping his legs up over his shoulders. His glistening hole winked at Gon almost flirtatiously. Gon fumbled for the opening of the condom and slipped himself back inside with a wet squelch. The heat condoms were specially made to balloon and stretch when they were pumped full of seed yet remained seated inside an omega’s passage with a sort of sealing ring to satisfy the desire to hold an alpha’s seed inside while still preventing pregnancy. Gon had always thought it was a weird product—at least, he had until he had seen Killua like this with his stomach bulging and his eyes wet with pleasure.
Killua shuddered all around Gon, his walls milking Gon’s cock hungrily. He stretched out his arms and managed to loop them around Gon’s neck, clinging as Gon started to thrust. Though Gon’s lower back and thighs were fatigued, he was still able to set a pace that made the bed bounce against the wall and the bedsprings creak noisily. Killua delighted in the rough treatment, his breath exploding with each thrust. He stared up into Gon’s face with eyes that were love-drunk and satisfied. His stomach jostled, the seed sloshing inside him almost as noisily as the bed itself.
Oversensitive and tired, Gon needed to take steps to ensure Killua’s orgasm. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Killua’s leaking cock, stroking it hurriedly in time with his thrusts. Before long, Killua threw his head back against the pillows and whimpered as he came. He barely had any seed left, giving a halfhearted squirt through Gon’s fingers. For his part, Gon still had plenty left to breed his omega. He groaned and buried himself to the hilt, feeling his knot snap into place just inside Killua’s tight ring.
Killua whimpered again and clung to Gon as the knot stretched him out. Gon shifted, too tired to hold himself up while the knot deflated. Instead, he rolled onto his back and pulled Killua on top of him. Killua sagged, the weight of his full stomach pulling him down. He cradled it with both hands, finally wincing as Gon’s continued orgasm stretched his belly more and more. After a moment, the orgasm faded and they were left panting together.
“That was amazing,” Killua said. His long-fingered hands still rested on his swollen stomach, moving tenderly across the skin.
Gon lifted a hand and caressed Killua’s belly thoughtfully.
“Do you like me like this?” Killua asked suddenly.
Gon glanced at his face, but Killua’s expression was unreadable. “I love you, Killua, so I like you no matter what.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Killua murmured and gnawed his lower lip. “I mean… do you like seeing me… soft and round… with child?”
“Someday,” Gon conceded, “if that’s something you want.”
Killua nodded slowly. “I think, with you, I’d like to have a family…”
Gon smiled warmly and lifted his hand to cup Killua’s face. He tugged his hair slightly, urging Killua to bed down so they could kiss. Killua did so, groaning as his overfull stomach tightened with the pressure of bending. Gon could feel the abundance of seed trying to escape past his knot and rubbed Killua’s belly tenderly.
“We can take a bath together after this. I’ll help you clean up,” Gon said.
Killua sat back with a sigh, resting his weight completely on Gon’s shrinking shaft. “That sounds good,” he murmured and reached for the bottle of seltzer on the nightstand. He took a sip and put it aside. “Gon?”
“Yes, Killua?”
“Thank you,” he whispered, “for everything you’ve done for me.”
Gon smiled warmly. “I love you, Killua.”
Killua hesitated for a moment, his body tightening in response to his concerns. Gon watched him, waited patiently, wondering if today was the day that Killua finally managed to put his feelings into words. Gon didn’t need them, he knew how Killua felt, but he still wanted to hear them—even once. “I…” Killua began. Then, he blushed and looked away. “Let’s get up.”
Gon held his hips and helped Killua carefully ease off his receding knot. The condom sealed automatically, locking away the mess, for which Gon was grateful. Killua scooted on his knees to the edge of the nest and then hesitated. Gon sat up and hopped down, circling the bed to offer Killua a hand. Killua looked like he was going to snap that he didn’t need it, but then relented and let Gon help him slide down.
With his stomach so swollen, his center of gravity had shifted and he looked off-kilter for a moment before disguising it. Cupping his stomach, Killua waddled into the bathroom. Gon immediately started the shower, testing the water temperature while Killua sat on the toilet and opened the condom with deft fingers. It emptied, letting his stomach shrink. Killua watched it go down almost mournfully, his hands sliding until his belly was completely flat once again.
“Are you sore?” Gon asked.
Killua shrugged. “It feels nice,” he said, “like I’ve worked out really hard.”
“Do you need something for it?”
“No.”
Killua flushed, stood up, and discarded the used condom in the trash. He stood beside Gon, watching the water start to steam faintly.
“Do you want to go first?” Gon offered.
“We can go together,” Killua remarked. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
Gon nodded and stepped past the curtain. Killua followed, grumbling at the pull in his lower back and thighs. Showering together was oddly intimate despite what they had just spent literally hours doing with each other. Gon worked the loofa into a rich lather and scrubbed down Killua’s back while Killua washed his own front. Then, they switched. It was Killua who offered to wash Gon’s hair first. When he finished, Gon delighted in doing the same to Killua, working his fingers through the silky white tresses.
Once they were clean, they huddled together under the warm spray. Killua felt so good in Gon’s arms, all bare and vulnerable, soft and warm. They were skin-to-skin, every inch of flesh pressed together without the urgency of Killua’s heat riding between them. Reverently, Gon kissed Killua’s neck and shoulder over the hickeys he had left. Killua shuddered and exhaled.
“Gon, I… I love you,” Killua confessed softly. His voice was almost drowned out by the drum of the shower.
Gon’s heart swelled in his chest, exploding with warmth. He squeezed Killua tight, making his ribs groan at the pressure. “I love you too.”
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I invented my own birth control for this story so just let it go.
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