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Crisp night air was a healing balm for sore hearts, sliding over old wounds like water over skin. Lightening bugs danced in the field not too far away, blinking like starlight between the blades of grass. MK and Mei had caught a few and released them not long after. The lantern light flickered, the flames within burning ever brighter as the night grew darker. The party had wound down a while ago, with everything packed and ready to go, lingering goodbyes dragging out the end like a string of honey.
Macaque finished his cup of wine, watching Wukong happily send off his mentee and his friends, his face flushed and balance off kilter. The two had finished three bottles together. It was Wukong's fault. He made it a contest to see who could drink more. Macaque would have just ignored him, but the only thing Wukong hid better than his brain was wherever he kept his stash of peach wine, specially made with the mountain's peaches. The taste was nostalgic and pleasant enough that Macaque figured he should indulge while he could. Who knew when his next chance to taste it would be?
Wukong stumbled back to his seat, going to pour more wine, only to find the bottle empty. He huffed and dropped the bottle, letting it roll into the grass. Macaque chuckled. Wukong was usually so good about keeping his mountain clean, but he seemed to be too drunk to remember that.
"What are you laughing about over there?" Wukong pouted, his tail flicking in annoyance. Macaque rolled his eyes and set his empty cup aside, letting his head tilt into the dizzy feeling stirring his mind.
"Nothing," He said, trying to keep his voice steady. "You just look stupid, is all."
"You don't look any better!" The Monkey King huffed, leaning forward to point a finger at Macaque. "Your fur is all over the place! And your scarf's fallin' off!"
Macaque scowled, tugging his scarf back into place. "What about you, huh? Where's your crown at?"
Wukong blinked, quickly reaching up to blindly pat his head, finding his crown in place. Macaque snickered. With a frustrated huff, Wukong stumbled to his feet and got in Macaque's face, planting his hands on the chair's arms. Macaque glared up at him, taking in the red of his cheeks and curve of his pouting lips.
"Just looking at you..." Wukong growled before pushing away. He crossed his arms and let a smirk crawl over his face. "Are you wanting a fight, Copycat?"
What a terrible idea. Macaque couldn't resist getting to his feet. "Maybe I do, you fraud. I have an advantage with you a bottle and a half under."
"Yeah, you'll need the handicap!" Wukong chuckled, raising his fists.
Knowing an opening when he sees one, Macaque launches at him, sending the two tumbling to the ground. They messily wrestled, flipping over and over, throwing dizzy punches and off-balance kicks. It was an embarrassing fight had either of them been sober, Macaque forgetting that the night was literally his domain, and Wukong forgetting the fifty or so abilities that would easily win him the fight. Well, it wasn't like either of them was trying to win. It was closer to an overly aggressive spar.
"Hah! You fight like an old man, Moonbeam!" Wukong laughed, high kicking at Macaque's face. He barely dodged it.
"Mph! We're both old men, Sunshine!" He grunted, clashing harshly with Wukong. "You shit talk like a toddler!"
"Oh, I'll show you shit talking!"
Macaque's head was still dizzy, so he wasn't prepared for Wukong to suddenly tackle him, the two rolling across the grass until Wukong was straddling his hips and pinning his wrists to the cold ground. He smirked down at Macaque, his teeth sharp and eyes shining, his fur mussed and cheeks flushed. Macaque found his breath catching in his throat. Wukong really didn't have any right to be that sexy. Macaque shifted his hips, making Wukong inadvertently rub against-
Uh oh.
"What, cat got your tongue? Usually, you never shut up~" Wukong laughed. Macaque bit his lip as Wukong leaned back, pretty effectively rubbing against Macaque's hard dick. Wukong kept babbling, his hyperactive ass unable to sit still, driving Macaque up the wall with the unintended movement.
Seriously, why did his body betray him like this? He might have been able to get away with it half-mast, but the unfairly sexy monkey demon practically dancing on his lap all but ensured that he was painfully erect. Why now? Why like this? And why did Wukong's half-thought insults only seem to spur him on!? Also, there was no way Wukong was too oblivious to not notice the erection he was sitting on, right?
Right as Macaque was starting to think Wukong's dumb ass didn't notice, he was surprised by a much more purposeful grind against his crotch.
"... Always pissing me off, with your stupid face and stupid, sexy voice, and stupid, luxurious black fur..." Wukong quietly cursed, tightening his grip on Macaque's wrists as he slid along Macaque's dick, a shiver running down his spine at the feeling. His brows furrowed in pleasure, letting out a quiet whimper that went straight to Macaque's dick. "C-can't, mm, stand you..."
Macaque gasped at a particularly rough movement. Wukong had the gall to smirk at him. With a frustrated growl, Macaque surged up and pinned him down. He thrust against Wukong, the new position making them groan in tandem, their heated bodies pressing close together, Wukong gripping the back of Macaque's robes like his life depended on it.
"Can't stand me, huh?" Macaque panted, lifting Wukong's knee to get a better angle. "Don't seem to mind lying under me though~"
"Oh, f-fuck off!" Wukong moved his hips, his tail tangling with Macaque's. "Y-you're only up there 'cause I, hah, let you be!"
Macaque laughed as his forehead fell to Wukong's own flushed forehead. "So you like being under me?"
"Hmph! You complaining?" Wukong buried a hand in Macaque's mane, panting against his lips. "Are you trying to say you can't take me, Moonbeam?"
Macaque shuddered. He thrust harder, suddenly very upset that they were still wearing clothes. "I can take you anytime, Sunshine."
Wukong gasped, his claws threatening Macaque's robes. He met Macaque's eyes with a mischievous gaze. "Yeah? Prove it."
Knowing an opening when he sees one, Macaque launched at him.
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Wukong rolled over, immediately hissing as the early morning sun landed on his face, rudely awakening his hungover self. A bottle and a half of wine was not a good idea. His head pounded, his brain throbbing from the alcohol bath from the night before. Seven immortalities, invincibility, a myriad of magical abilities, and he was still a victim of hangovers. Maybe that should be his next grand quest: to become immune to hangovers.
He reluctantly sat up, pressing his palms to his eyes as if that would do any good. Water and food were the things on his mind. Once his eyes were ready to face the day, he was met with the sight of his destroyed bedroom, which was a shame because he had actually bothered to clean it the other day. Instead, there were clothes strewn about, one of his shelves was half broken and dumped its contents on the ground, the dresser leaned precariously against the wall, and the weapons were unceremoniously knocked off the stand.
"What the hell...?" He scratched his head, trying to remember anything from the night previous. However, a movement to his side had him freezing.
"Ugh, shut up..." Macaque groaned, his tail flicking unhappily. "You're too loud..."
Wukong stared at the body next to him. In his bed. While the two were naked, judging by the clothes everywhere. "Macaque? What are you doing in my bed...?"
With another groan, Macaque pushed himself up and rubbed at his eyes, clearly feeling the effects of a killer hangover as well. That's when Wukong got an eyeful of Macaque's chest, which was... chewed up, to say the least, covered in bites, hickies, and scratches. Macaque glanced around the room in confusion before his gaze landed on Wukong, his eyes immediately locking on Wukong's chest. Wukong didn't even want to know what he looked like.
"Why are you..." Before he could finish his question, Macaque jumped out of the bed, wearing boxers thankfully, and nearly tripped on his own robes. "What the hell happened last night?"
"I-I don't know!" Wukong squeaked, covering himself with the blankets. "I can't remember anything after we finished the second bottle!"
"You don't-" Macaque coughed into his hand and turned away from Wukong. "Then nothing happened."
"What-"
"Nothing happened," Macaque pressed, glaring at Wukong. "Nothing happened, so we don't have to talk about it."
Despite the hangover, Wukong caught on quickly. "R-right! Nothing happened, nothing at all!"
"Right." Macaque awkwardly gathered his clothes, finding that half of them were torn to shreds. Wukong stared at the wall while he waited, wanting nothing more than to have Macaque gone. "Okay, that's uh, everything." Macaque gestured at Wukong. "Are you, uh, good-"
"Just get out, Macaque."
"Right."