A/N: Lucid Dreaming ~ While succumed to REM sleep, a person may realize they are in fact dreaming and excercise influence or control within their own dreams.

Okay so WARNING...Killua's dreams...LEMON/YAOI HEAVY. Please...why would you click on this if that's not what you're looking for!? I don't understand! I don't own anything...if I did...they would be a couple already. xD My brain is soooo wrong for this...only at 4am. Blame a friend of mine for convincing me to actually post this...because I was NOT going to initially. *Runs and hides in a corner*

When lying down next to his friend on the singular bed in Palm's guest room, he laid on his side facing the wall. Being this close was embarrassing, considering the snippets of dreams he was having as of late. He listened to Gon's steady breaths. Closing his eyes, he knew that he could go days without sleep, but it was better to get some. Who knew what terrors Bisky would bestow upon them the next day? He wasn't even sure how Palm knew to call her, at least, not the details of it since she'd clearly said her power told her to. He guessed that was more than enough to know. She was creepy, so who knew what kinds of creepy things she had to do to activate her power or how specific it was.

He turned, deciding to try looking at the sleeping boy next to him. Usually, he would be filled with calm thoughts; after all, the enhancer's presence was a soothing one to him personally. Sleeping next to him was not a new phenomenon. Yet, he was a little afraid of what would happen if he drifted off to sleep. Suddenly, he felt drowsiness overtake him.

He was facing Gon's back, and the other seemed to be in deep thought about something. Even from behind, he could always tell when he was in deep thought. Luckily it wasn't about math, or else he could swear he would have seen steam coming from the boys' ears. Reaching, he touched his shoulder, knowing within himself that he was grinning.

Gon spun around, a curious look on his face, "Ne? What is it Killua?"

He'd come prepared this time. He would definitely say the right words. He wouldn't be a coward and let his wall get in the way. Or would he? He took a step back, "W-well…" he knew he was blushing to the point where his face was probably red. 'I really like you…the same way as a girl with a crush. I have a crush on you.' Those thoughts ran through his head, instead, what came out was to his own amazement and horror. There weren't words at all, silence as he mouthed three simple words. 'I want you…'

The next thing he knew, he'd lost composure and control. Gon was sitting in a chair with wheels and had spun it around to face him. What was Gon doing with desk work anyway? It really didn't suit him at all. Amber eyes looked into ocean ones with curiosity. He'd backed away, moving himself from side to side, hips going to and fro, weight shifting from one foot to the other. It was like he was doing a little dance, to keep those amber eyes on him. This was embarrassing and certainly not something he would do if he was awake…

But he enjoyed it.

Yes, that's right…this was a dream…and it was getting closer to becoming more lucid.

Gon seemed to be enjoying it.

He came closer, cupping the fellow hunter's chin in his hand, lifting his head so their eyes were locked. Gon seemed frozen in place. He decided to keep going, leaning down to let their lips touch.

It was a lovely feeling to finally kiss him.

He let the rest of his body lean in closer, already wishing he'd have taken things off so that he could feel more of the warmth of his best friend's touch. It seemed words were completely done away with for now. He pulled away slightly, darting out his tongue to lick the lips before him, opening his eyes. Those amber eyes were different now. As if a switch was turned on, it seemed he'd accomplished his mission: the other's imminent arousal.

He was receiving kisses galore, admiring those trailing soft lips. From his forehead to the nape of his neck, from his lips to his collarbone. Without a doubt, he knew it would turn out like this. Gon was always the one going forward, and he was always tagging along. He was the shadow of his beloved. Playing such an instinctive role empowered him to be open and honest enough to be the initiator, but to instantly submit to Gon's wills. He didn't have a shred of a doubt, even when he began his seduction, that he'd end up being the receiver.

But it wasn't like he was a pushover either. He was a Zoldyck.

He pulled away, looking into the clearly pleading face. They'd been standing and he reached forward, pushing Gon back and onto the chair. On his knees, he started to undo the front of bright green shorts. He blushed harder, seeing that after unzipping, his goal was already in sight. 'He doesn't wear underwear?' Or is that this dream was becoming too lucid, as if his thoughts were manifesting. It didn't matter, he didn't care. He quickly grabbed the base, knowing to be gentle and brought his oral cavity down, clamping his lips around his new treat.

Hands were going into his hair, gripping a bit as finally the next sound came out in the form of a moan.

He closed his eyes, deciding to go with the flow and do what he could. Embarrassed, his blush spreading from cheek to cheek and meeting over the bridge of his nose, those sounds drove him to keep up his actions. Sucking, licking along, giving a light tug towards his mouth every now and then, he didn't know what an amateur such as himself would be capable of, but was determined to do his best.

His lover seemed to like it and boy did he like it.

He licked up pre-seed, thinking to himself that it tasted like nothing, wondering if he would keep going till his lover reached completion. When hips were bucking, causing him to really bob his head against its rhythm, he knew his answer. 'Yes, I'd do anything for you, including this.'

There was a part of him that seemed further away, being a spectator. He wasn't sure how he could see himself sucking Gon off and at the same time be doing it, but the spectator shared the same thoughts, emotions, and sensations as the participating counterpart. He felt himself get harder in his nether regions as he clamped his lips rougher, moving his mouth as far in as he could muster before rearing back to the tip. Gon was moaning, gripping his white hair, bucking his hips and at the same time trying not to, desperately trying to keep some sort of control over himself.

When the release came, he knew that's when Gon lost it altogether. He'd been prepared, at least mentally, and was only around the tip when essence burst forth into his mouth and he drank it all up with ease, swallowing as much as he could at a time.

The outside him knew what was happening, as some of the semen escaped past his lips and dripped down to his chin. He reached up to wipe it on his sleeve, not caring much about it leaving any stains.

He brought his head up to wipe his mouth and chin, looking up and widening his eyes.

He hadn't expected to be on the receiving end of a look with so much burning passion.

Was this what someone like him was capable of? Of course it was, but to be on the receiving end of that look made his heart flutter.

He wasn't sure how, but somehow, there was a bed, and he was laying back on it, Gon on top of him. All clothing was gone and he heard himself moaning at the light touches of excited erections. Yes, this was what he'd meant earlier when he'd thought of himself as submissive. It seemed his actions lit a spark on the inside of his partner that wouldn't be quenched until he'd gotten what he wanted. But first, a favor had to be returned.

He instantly missed the warmth of a body on top of him, and shivered when he felt a tongue sliding up the side of his own hardness. Nothing more was left for him to wonder about, when he felt the sensation of a mouth surrounding himself. Of course Gon was going to pay back the favor and make things more even. To top it off, he'd already felt sore in the other areas the enhancer ravished with licks, sucks, bites, and kisses beforehand. A hand was sliding up the left side of his chest, reaching and gripping a hard nipple and he thought he saw stars when the enhancer gave it a twist. He knew he wouldn't last much longer with the added sensation.

He gasped and tilted his head back; closing his eyes when he came and felt a tongue lapping up the traces.

When he opened his eyes again, there were those lovely amber ones peering right into his own. He couldn't really place a word for what the feeling in his heart was, "Gon…?"

He instantly knew what was going to happen to him when he felt a pulsing member against him. He could only smile, looking up, then reaching up to place a hand on his lover's cheek, "Please…"

His dream…no…fantasy, was kind even to himself. In reality, the feeling of being penetrated couldn't have been nearly this sweet. It was okay, it didn't need to act like reality in the first place. He let out a loud cry, being hushed by a fervent kiss, which he gladly returned. And it didn't take long before his lovely enhancer was moving. In order to get just the right angle, he had to raise his hips a bit, but it was completely worth it. He let his hands explore, searching for something to grab onto, desperate for it. This was something he wouldn't give to anyone, yet had been more than willing to give to his best friend. He thought he would grow faint when a hand grabbed his and squeezed it tightly.

At first the thrusts were light, then they got rougher, forcing his body to move with them…and he loved every second of it.

They had to be in that position for five minutes, before he was exited and rolled over onto his stomach. He already knew what to do: arch his spine a tad and raise his rump for reentry. He couldn't help himself from moving with every thrust and there was nothing to grab onto, but he also had the chance to get more vocal. Not with words, just moans to signify the pleasure of being pounded into from behind. It was weird not being able to look up at the other, but he felt so much more of his manhood in exchange.

It had to be another ten minutes, before they switched again. He was on his side, a leg lifted up and over the others shoulder, his lover snugly between them and entering from a new angle.

The fourth position was him on his back again, spread out, legs around slim tanner hips, his own hips being held as he reached up, placing his palms against a shifting headboard to stop himself from sliding up. His head was tilted back and he licked his lips before letting out more moans of sheer joy.

Beads of sweat rolled down a pale forehead as the edges of lips curled up at either side in a heartfelt smile. This was everything that he imagined it to be and so much more. There wasn't really a way to describe the fiend that he'd unleashed just moments ago, yet it was just fine. It was someone he trusted with every ounce of his being: heart, body, mind, soul even. It was why his lack of experience was okay. Why he'd let his lovers primal urges completely take over and consume him in an aura of affection. It didn't really surprise him that while he was the one to actively pursue their actions, he let the enhancer take the steering wheel once the right urges were ignited. That's right…that's just how enhancers were after all. They took control of a situation in one way or another and were loud; always making so much noise…and their actions made them an open book when it came to their emotions.

It's what made the moment all the more special.

This enhancer was completely, utterly, selfishly devoted to him and him only and would show it in his own type of way.

That's right…enhancers are the most physical. But a transmuter could accept the physicality due to their unique attitude. However, this was something he didn't have to lie or cheat to get. He'd rather die than lie to his lover and his dedication was even more than the enhancer could even muster or imagine.

He was his everything.

Of course, he didn't want to deny his nature; he'd lie if he needed to just to keep Gon from ever being unhappy on the condition that he didn't lie concerning things about himself, not anymore at least.

Gon Freecss…

"GON!"

It was a name he'd remember as long as he lived. A nice simple name for a simple individual who had simple needs and wants.

Who simply had him under submission and calling his name in sheer ecstasy, which he could easily set aside his pride to do.

"Killua!"

It was actually nice to hear his name called back. That's right, Gon was always thinking about anyone but himself most of the time. That was the kind of heart he had.

Since things progressed to this level between them, there was no way he could ever leave the love of his life to die…

The next thrust caused him to shout out again and he felt himself getting closer to the release he craved. His words came out in a whimper, "I'm going to…"

"Me too, hold on…for me…"

"Yes…yes…I-I can…Gon…" They would finish together. He didn't care about any consequences or where his essence would even go, but he would be patient and wait.

The thrusts got faster, harder, and once again he thought he was seeing stars, "I can't…!"

"On the count of three…"

"Three…"

"Two…"

"ONE!"

He felt heat wash over him like a wave, and he let out a final cry of delight, letting go of the feeling building up inside of him, the retraction of anal muscles accepting his lover's seed after it rushed in.

"Ah! Killua…?"

"Yes Gon…?"

"Can we take a bath? You got yours all over me!"

Panting, sweating, squeezing his lovers hand, he smiled up at his enhancer, "Sure."

He opened his eyes, in a pool of sweat from the overwhelming heat, clutching at the sheet over him.

Not again…

The Zoldyck flushed, but not from the heat. No, it was from the dream he just woke up from. It was unbelievably explicit this time and not in first person, even though he could feel as much as one can feel in a dream. It was just another secret to lock away in the vault that was his mind.

It took him quite some time to come to terms with his unspoken feelings, but spending the previous night training with Biscuit was an eye opening experience. While he wouldn't admit anything, he had the nagging feeling that she already knew the situation and his predicament.

Gon was under the impression that Killua was his best friend in the entire world and that Killua felt the same.

He clutched the blanket tighter, threatening to tear it.

No…he didn't feel the same. He felt more but he wouldn't utter a word to anyone in the world other than himself. He'd thought of Gon as a person he could hang around during the hunter exam, because he was interesting. He thought of him as a friend for the first time when his older brother confronted him in the final phase. He wanted it, he craved it…friendship. Gon was his first ever friend that he'd made in his life. He knew that Gon was a true friend when he came to his house with Leorio and Kurapika. They walked into Heaven's Area as friends and learned nen together as friends. When he visited Gon's home…yes…that's when things started to slowly but surely change. He knew that he liked Gon as a friend. During their time in Yorknew City, he'd thought about just how above and beyond he was going for another person. During Greed Island, he questioned himself the most. Why was he so focused on helping Gon get to his father? It didn't exactly benefit him after all, it was more interesting though and he got to stay around him.

The dreams started after they'd met Kite and found out about NGL and the Chimera Ants.

Somewhere along the line…like was changing. He had to think about this among all the other things that he had to think about. It was a nuisance and nagging at him every time he looked the boy's way, but he had a better wall around himself and his emotions than to do something as silly as blushing and looking away. He wouldn't give his body the satisfaction.

So it seemed that his body was retaliating against him in dream land. And boy did it retaliate.

It was the touches that drove him wild…

He thought his heart skipped a beat at the memory.

To make matters worse, he had to compose himself before Gon, who was currently next to him and awake. He could blame his profuse sweating on the heat, the same for the blush that covered his face.

What am I? Some kind of pervert!?

He couldn't believe the audacity of his own mind and of how precise yet explicit his dreams became. It made him feel ashamed even.

He wanted to look up at his partner for a moment before accepting what he wanted to slide into him. It had to be coated and he had a few pillows under his spine to prop himself up for better access.

Stop it brain…

He wanted the memory to go away because he just knew there was no looking at Gon and not thinking about it. What lie would he make up when he made a funny face?

Oh…that's right…he was a liar. A very good one at that.

This would just be something else to hide from Gon. He knew Gon wasn't stupid, but he could always make up some excuse for why he felt the way he did.

However, there was no hiding it from Bisky of all people. She seemed to be able to see through everything.

Smothering love was quite an ironic term.

Wait…love?