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It was silent, golden sunlight illuminating the trees all around flower fruit mountain with the same glow that softens the harsh edges of rocks every single morning, the grass around Macaque is swaying with the same gentle wind that loves to guide the birds as they chirp around, creating a gorgeous melody, one that anyone should call themselves lucky to hear everyday and one that the dark furred monkey could get lost in every single time.
The warrior sat on the fresh grass, his back against a tree trunk, his obsidian fur hidden under the shadow of the tree as he admired the view of his home, savoring the way his face is being grazed by gentle wind. enjoying the peace and quiet was something that he recently saw as a luxury, to be able to enjoy it with the constant wars and battles between the brotherhood and other demons that stood in their way. Maybe he could enjoy the beauty of his home more often if it wasn’t for the handful of impulsive decisions that their king has been making, constantly provoking new demons and celestial-
“Macaque!”
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well, so much for peace and quiet.
“hey Wukong” Macaque let out a sigh, turning around to take in the state of his beloved friend, the golden fur of the king shining in the light is the first thing that the warrior can focus on as the king walks up to the other, plopping down next to him under the shadow with his back against the old tree,“How you doin,Bud?” the king gently bumps his shoulders with the darker simian, who lets out a small playful scoff, fondness for his friend overfilling his chest and blooming with a gentle warmth “well,I was enjoying the silence…until you showed up”.
he teases, pushing aside the flutter in his stomach, his smile widening as the ginger monkey rolls his eyes playfully before shoving his palm into the pocket of his own pants. “well.. look what I got for you” all that the black furred monkey sees is pearly whites, uncovered due to the happy, wide grin of his king as he hands him a mango and a small plum, the seemingly simple gesture shared between them day to day still makes something warm fill the warriors face.
”Didn’t know which one you would feel like eating so i gotcha both!” Wukong puts the fruit on the dark monkeys palm, golden fur barely grazing obsidian, but it was enough for the end of the ginger monkeys tail to twitch slightly. Macaque grabs the fruit with a nod, signaling gratitude, gently biting onto the plum as Wukong pulls out a ripe peach for himself, the fruit almost identical in shape and color to the one on the kings face, the sight almost enough for Macaque to have to bite back a snort.
“So…Mac” Wukong mumbles through the big bite of his fruit, fresh juice dribbling over his chin, the king hums in satisfaction as he speaks while chewing, the words barely recognizable over the chunks of fruit still in his mouth “Got any plans for today?”the dark furred monkey scoffs, no genuine heat behind it as he swallows his last bite of the plum before throwing the pit behind him, somewhere onto the grass. “You know I don’t, unless you do.” he speaks softly only to grimace as he takes in the golden monkeys appearence again, messy golden fur, now also sticky with fresh juice thats starting to drip down onto the kings yellow robe.
”And don’t talk while eating, you’re such a mess…” the warrior adds, faking disgust with a playful smile, he couldn’t help but find the messy behavior endearing, in some strange way.
The sage rolls his eyes once more, licking the leftover juice from the peach from his fingers. He decides to ignore the jab.”Well then I say… let’s spend the day here, under this tree” grinning, the golden monkey scoots closer to the other, wrapping his still slightly sticky arm around the warriors shoulders in a firm grip. Macaque should be angry, really, the peach nectar is gonna stain his clothes and the smell of peaches is almost suffocating, but with his king holding him so dearly, using the same arms that are strong enough to defeat any enemy without a single struggle, and yet warm enough to make him feel like he's being hugged by the sun itself, he just couldn’t get himself to be angry.
“wh-here? really? No running off to fight other demons or to get drunk with Azure like you usually do?” the darker monkey raises an eyebrow, confused.
The sage closes his eyes, relaxing against the tree as he buries his nose in his moons hair. “not really, I’m feeling kinda lazy today, and Azure went somewhere with yellowtusk and DBK to explore new land or something.”
“I see, and Peng wasn’t good enough company for you?” The dark monkey asks, fighting to not let his dislike for the eagle be too noticable through his tone.
“Ehh, don’t get me wrong, the guy is nice, but he's never interested in joining me for a fight or a drink, he's way too boring sometimes” He explains, shrugging it off casually as the owner of the dark fur that his face is burried in huffs softly.
“and I’m not?” he asks sceptically, as a way to tease the sage, but there was a deeply rooted seed of insecurity in Macaques voice, easy to spot for anyone, apparently except for the great sage himself.
“nah, you’re never boring bud” he hums, as if it was the most obvious thing on earth, the hum causing a gentle vibration to go through the warriors neck, setting it on fire, not literally, but with the warmth he suddently feels he might aswell be in flames as the king once again tightens his hold on him, clearly urging him to finally relax.
“so what, you wanna stay under this tree all day?” The darker simian mutters, not finding the idea of staying in one place and eating to be a good, productive way to spend his day.
“mhm, got any problem with that?” the hum is back once more, warm breath tickling his ear and causing his stomach to be filled with quick, fluttering butterflies. the sage smirks, already comfortable and not planning to move anytime soon.
“no, not really”
Not like he would ever think of wanting to spend a day with somebody else.
the black monkey sighs, finally melting into wukongs hold, enjoying the warmth thats buzzing from his king even through his sticky with fruit juice clothes as he lays his head on the firm muscle of the gingers shoulder, letting the warmth and smell of peaches swallow him whole.
Macaque will truly never stop feeling as safe as he does in Wukongs arms.
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“Come on, lift your hips a little.”
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it was a typical dark evening on flower fruit mountain, Macaque grunted, letting out a scoff of disbelief at Wukongs constant requests which seemed to be more and more demanding as he adjusts the way his knees lay on the cold wooden floor. The end of Macaques tail is constantly swaying back and forth in annoyance with every thrust that's just a bit more forceful than others. The hard grip on his hip tightening once in a while, leaving marks of blunt and uncareful claws digging in, on the edge of breaking the skin, the sage is unwilling to slow down the rhythm.
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It started 2 weeks ago, with the defeat of Azure and Macaque somehow joining the group (calling it “joining the group” is generous, he helped them one? maybe two times and it wasn’t his - nor Wukongs, choice that MK decided to now somehow view him as a friend). MK made it his task to convince the monkey king to give up on fighting with Macaque. Therefore, the kings care for his successor caused him to promise MK not to cause a fight, atleast not one thats physical, and that he will try to refrain from unnecessary insults, only if the obsidian haired monkey will refrain as well, since he’s seen as “a part o them” from now on. (again, definitely NOT something he agreed to).
After only a few days of keeping it together it took one, small disagreement and a whispered insult from the dark monkey for the king to lose his temper, resulting in instantly getting Macaque somewhere private to punch his teeth out, instead, a few strange insults were exchanged, paired with a heated fight which somehow resulted in Wukong grabbing the other and fucking him right against a cave wall.
they managed to avoid eachother, the task ending up impossible due to constant nagging from their mentee. One heated but awkward conversation later him and the warrior both decided it was for the better to take out their frustration this way. Keeping this agreement not only for MK, but also for the peace of not having to hear a lecture from him or his pig father about how the six eared Macaque and The monkey king are both “way too reckless” to be MK’s mentors. Fighting near the team was now prohibited, whether it was insults or a battle, So both monkeys couldn’t think of a better way to take it out on the other. Nobody knew that of course, therefore it was quite understandable that the team was sometimes on edge, not knowing of the way the monkeys settle their arguements, everyone figured that that sooner or later the tension might snap, causing a big fight, possibly resulting in physical damage between the two. MK then made it his mission to praise them both for “managing to keep it together for the sake of the team” so it looked like they had to keep it up.
Today was nice, the monkie kid was finally given a day off by Pigsy after he worked extra hard to deliver noodles on time all week, he decided to use the opportunity and the pleasant weather to invite everyone to finally hang out and rest in a small grassy place on flower fruit mountain, it was practically “made for hanging out”, (as Mei and MK stated). The space was filled with wooden benches and tables, a small, barely used fireplace in the middle. Wukong of course had to agree to the plan, given how the party was on his mountain ,plus he had been wanting to find a way to make his disciple happy and force him to relax after the amount of stress recent fights have been getting him through. The king didn’t mind MK’s friends anyway, even if his dad was a little sceptic of the monkey.
That was, of course, before he knew Macaque was invited aswell.
Don’t get him wrong, he did agree to not cause any problems and promised his successor to at least tolerate the dark simian, but that didn’t mean he wanted to see Macaque right now.
or today.
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or at all.
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Safe to say Wukong was more than irritated, not only did Macaque show up late (MK didn’t mind at even the slightest bit, infact, for some reason he was delighted to see the dark monkey, but it was still enough to piss Wukong off.) he also he made it his task to annoy the sage in every possible way he could, whether it was a hidden glare any time he passed by the golden monkey or a quiet scoff sent his way whenever he spoke when everyone, especially MK, wasn’t looking or listening. After what felt like days (its been a little over two hours, but patience was never his strong suit, he's sure everyone on both earth and in the celestial realm would agree) of constant jabs and acts of disrespect, masterfully placed so that they were for the gingers eyes only, Wukong believed he had every right to snap, he spent the next 3 hours just impatiently waiting until everyone else left.
The cold floorboards creaked under the weight of both monkeys with every thrust, the sound filling the kings living room and quietly echoing around along with their grunts and rough, quick slaps of skin against skin. The king huffed, a sound made from the mix of pleasure, frustration with the monkey whose back is in front of him, and the simple fact that he was tired from the repeated act. The great sage might not get easily exhausted, but he did lose some of the stamina he once had, and he was already tired today to begin with, just hoping to get some sleep once the party was over.
Of course, someone had to make sure that didn’t happen.
“You just love to get under my skin huh? You spent all day acting like the biggest asshole on earth and now you’re whining? Unbelievable” honestly, Wukong felt kind of satisfied with the fact that hes able to wipe that nasty grin the dark monkey has had all day off of him.
He can’t excatly see him, its quite dark anyway, his only view being the arched back of the warrior, his robe still draped over the top half of his body (his cape long forgotten, discarded somewhere to the side) and the quick flicking of his tail in irritation every time he thrusts in rougher than before, but the sage could only hope his unkind treatment would be enough for Macaque to wipe that damn grin off of his face.
His hope was broken by a grunt, paired with an amused scoff of disbelief.
“I didn’t do anything to piss you off, are you actually t-that self centered that you think everything's ah…about you?” his voice wavers slightly even through the smirk, his chest fluttering and tingling slightly everytime the golden monkey angles his hips up in hope to shut the warrior up, unknowing of the way the darker simians breath gets slightly caught in his throat with every slap of skin that's angled a little too well. Macaque didn’t need to see Wukongs face to know he was pissed, he could tell by the iron grip on his hips and low growls the sage lets out anytime the warrior speaks. The golden haired monkey buzzes with another low grunt as he grabs a handful of dark black hair, pushing Macaques cheek right into the cold, dirty floor. Wukongs hips once again pick up the relentless pace as the golden monkey finally smirks in some sort of twisted satisfaction.
“Don’t tell me you actually get off on making me mad” Macaque might not see his face right now, but he knows damn well the asshole is smiling, his tone dripping with typical cockiness.
“Just-fuck…just shut up, Wukong. Any more of hearing your voice and I might actually stop being in the mood.” the darker monkey grunts in annoyance, the constant sound of the sages voice right next to him is enough to drive him nuts as he's struggling against the rough treatment. To be honest, this sucked, his knees already hurt from being on the floor for so long, his bones digging into the wood beneath him. Wukongs grip on his hip is unforgiving and his back is starting to ache from the constant arch he’s in, yet… there was something so good about this, he just couldn’t tell what.
Whatever it was, it was enough to keep his mind blank and build a pool of warmth on his lower stomach, ready to snap any moment with the right push, it seemed like Wukong felt the same, his merciless pace faltering once in a while as he speeds up, the breathing that filled the room now quicker, his grunts turning into soft growls.
Macaque wishes he didn’t like it.
“Fine, then be quiet too and stay still.” The sage muttered through gritted teeth as he put his other hand on the other side of Macaques hips, now pulling them impossibly closer in a piercing grip as he's using the warrior for his own pleasure. It only took a few minutes for the king to finally snap his hips forward, letting out one final breath, the coil in his gut snapping as he spilled inside the dark furred monkey, riding his orgasm out in a few slow thrusts and then finally relaxing. After a short while the taller monkey pulls out, taking his hands off of the dark simians hips, letting his release drip out from the other as he gets up.
I’m tired, maybe i should’ve said no to MKs party. I just gotta shower and I'll sleep
The ginger thought as he sighed and stretched his arms, walking over to his bathroom, stopping in the doorway for a moment Oh..right glancing back at the dark monkey still,in the same position on the floor left unsatisfied, panting, his typical smug smirk now finally off his face, it sends a spark of twisted satisfation into Wukongs chest, one that practically whispered “I win” as if his heart took it as a competition.
“I’m taking a shower, be gone when I come back” he said casually, not bothering to wait for an answer as the sage disappeared into the bathroom with the gentle click of the door.
Macaque grunted, growling slightly as he flipped over, letting the cold floor cool his already naturally cold skin on his back even through his robe as he stared at the ceiling. Grimacing at the feeling of warmth still slowly leaking out of his bruised hole he sighed, finally getting up to put his pants back on when he hears the creak of the shower door, paired with the sound of falling water. He’s sliding his pants right up to his hips until he’s interrupted by the feeling of something warm and wet on his black thick fur. His eyes fall onto his hips, the crescent moon markings caused by the kings nails now leaving a small trickle of blood.
looks like he managed to break skin after all. Jeez, his hips ached, he’ll have to tell Wukong to stop holding him during sex next time.
The implication in his own sentence flies right past him as he continues to put his clothes back on and leaves Wukongs hut silently.