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Wukong sighed, crossing his arms. Bunch of time to waste, huh? He was standing in the artifact room, staring at the piles. He needed a distraction. Something to take his mind off his rising body temperature. Wukong shifted uncomfortably, walking around and starting to move things. He needed this.
He moved artifacts around, not even really organizing them. Just moving them. He just had to make it through the week. He’d already told MK that they wouldn’t have training. Wukong could probably keep it together around the kid, but it’d be really embarrassing if he had an issue and had to excuse himself. Ugh…
It was around mating season and Wukong could feel his rut coming on. It was uncomfortable, but tolerable. The first week was the worst, but he could make it pretty easily after that. Wukong had spent centuries without mating during season. That was, of course, …because he’d lost his mate. The king had mourned him for so long, only for him to return to life. Macaque didn’t return to Wukong, though. It was horrible, honestly, to go through ruts after you’ve become enemies with your former mate. Wukong hated Macaque, but hated himself more when he was in rut and would find himself in bed, helplessly fucking into his hand at the thought of his Moonlight. The back of his mind still called the shadow his mate. His body still craved to hold him. It was almost worse now, Wukong could already feel it. Now that Macaque was attending more get-togethers with the group, he was tolerating Wukong more. Wukong felt his heart tugging at him to go find Macaque. Ask if Macaque would be willing to be his mate again, even if just for this month. Which was an absurd notion, and one he would never consider beyond the whispers of his infuriating hormones.
He continued moving things around, but his mind began to drift. It wasn’t exactly the most mentally rigorous activity, especially when Wukong wasn’t moving them in any sort of system. Wukong let himself think about the last little hangout the kid had called them all to. It had been at Pigsy’s. Wukong had gotten there a bit late and most of the others were already there. Macaque was already there. The warrior was neat, his longer hair pulled up into a surprisingly flattering hair bun. Wukong wondered now, if he could run his fingers through Macaque’s hair again. It was probably still soft. Wukong gripped the artifact in his hands. That would be fun… he’d run his fingers through his warrior’s hair and probably mess up the bun. Macaque’s hair would fall down, framing his face as he got upset at Wukong for ruining it. Wukong would lean in and kiss him. Macaque would melt into it, pressing against him. The image shifted, then. Their clothes faded and Wukong was now over Macaque. Between his legs. The king cradled his warrior’s head as he thrusted roughly into him, fucking into his wet heat and pulling moan after delicious moan from Macaque’s lips.
The artifact shattered. Wukong cursed, dropping the pieces as he felt its magic rush out and flow through him. Oh gods, that wasn’t good… he hadn’t even been sure what he was holding. Wukong tried to pick up the pieces to determine what the broken artifact had been, but the pieces crumbled into magic as well. That was really not good. In fact, it was also highly unusual. Fuck.
Wukong could feel the artifact’s magic pulsing through him, having sunk into his body and reacted with his own magic. That was enough time in the artifact room for today. Ugh, it was his fault for fucking— fantasizing about Macaque. Gods, what was wrong with him. He didn’t even want to think about the tightness growing in his pants. The king sighed and hopped on his cloud, flying away to elsewhere on the mountain. He was surprised when he suddenly found that the cloud was unstable, quickly starting to go off track. Wukong landed as quickly as possible in some more remote area of the forest, dismissing the cloud and standing there in shock. He hadn’t lost control of his cloud in a very long time. Quickly trying to use some of his other magic, the king quickly realized that he had control over almost none of it. Gods, was it that artifact? It had messed him up royally.
As he stood there longer, Wukong felt his magic grow irritated. He coughed and fell to all fours. Gods, this was bad. This was really really bad. He suddenly felt restless, tugging at his scarf as his body grew hotter. Wukong felt his mind begin to slip away. Begin to submit to something more chaotic. More primal. This was the shittiest time ever to lose control of his magic. Wukong had a sinking feeling that he knew what motivation would invade his mind as soon as his resolve slipped. It was almost like falling asleep when he was pulled into the back of his own mind.
.ᘛ𓆩♡𓆪ᘚ.
Macaque was in his living room, lying across the couch. He stretched, rolling over and just lounging. His tail swayed lazily as he took a deep breath, relaxing into the cushions. He had no intention of leaving his apartment, really. Hmph. He wasn’t doing much these days… it was boring as fuck around here sometimes. Maybe he could bother Wukong?
Upon having the thought, he immediately dismissed it, making a disgusted face. Ugh, no. It was mating season, something that Macaque often forgot about these days. He hadn’t had a heat since before his death, so mating season wasn’t something he really had to keep track of. That being said, he really didn’t want to see (or hear, eugh) whoever it was that Wukong had over to… satisfy his needs…
Macaque curled into himself slightly while thinking about it. Wukong… lying with someone else… touching them and telling them how good they feel… gods know that Wukong didn’t want him. Tch. The king made that quite clear. Macaque scowled, ignoring the pang in his chest as he closed his eyes and tried to call upon sleep.
At some point, it seemed, he had succeeded. Macaque woke up and saw that it had gotten late. Usually, he’d just sleep the whole night if he dozed off like that, but something had woken him up. In a moment, the warrior realized what it was. His ears flicked, picking up a sound from far away. A call. It had to be loud at its source, the tone low and desperate. Pleading. A call for its mate. What the fuck?? Focusing on the sound, Macaque could tell that it was coming from Flower Fruit Mountain. What on earth was Wukong doing???
Macaque wanted to ignore it and go back to sleep. …. He groaned as he dipped into the shadows and traveled to the mountain. Something about the call pulled him in. The thought didn’t even cross his mind that it may have been directed toward him. The very notion was preposterous. When Macaque emerged on the mountain, it was actually quiet. Much quieter than what Macaque had expected. Following the sound had led him to part of the forest, not the hut, which had surprised him.
That’s when he noticed a faint golden glow shining through the trees. It wasn’t moonlight, that’s for sure. It almost seemed like Wukong’s magic. Cautiously, Macaque stepped forward, pushing the foliage away. What he saw appeared to resemble a… large nest?? It was comprised of all sorts of plants and leaves at the bottom, but had blankets and pillows covering them that actually looked… surprisingly clean. In the middle, sat… Wukong.
The warrior’s eyes grew wide. It seemed to be Wukong’s kaiju form, having three heads, six arms, and an ethereal, glowing form. Unlike his usually kaiju form, Wukong was now much smaller. By no means his normal size, he was definitely larger, but not terribly dwarfing Macaque. Wukong turned, catching sight of him. All three faces lit up in joy and rushed up before Macaque could respond. He was picked up by six arms and carried back to the middle of nest, the king chirping at him the entire time. Mate, he called him. He thanked the warrior for coming, said how beautiful he was. How much he’d missed him.
Macaque could do nothing but stare with a stunned expression as Wukong laid him gently down in the nest. The lowest pair of hands moved and held Macaque’s thighs, spreading his legs so Wukong could sit between them. Macaque’s jaw almost dropped when Wukong pressed his hips against the warrior’s and Macaque felt a warm weight rest on his stomach.
Wukong was— …Wukong was fucking hard….. oh gods… oh gods, oh gods…. It wasn’t even… ….dare Macaque say that Wukong’s cock didn’t usually look like that. Like the rest of his kaiju form, the king’s cock was larger than usual, glowing and exuding warmth. It was also a strange shape, having a thicker, almost spiral-like quality that spanned most of its length, only tapering off on the ends, one for the base and the other for the head. Wukong was… very obviously not in his right mind at the moment. Macaque was just now starting to realize that, in his clouded mind, Wukong had called out to Macaque for help with his rut. Wukong… Wukong wanted to mate with him.
Macaque closed his eyes as the other four arms began to undress him. Holy shit… what was he going to do….?? He… …Macaque couldn’t deny how much he wanted Wukong. How much he longed to be held by the king again, even if it was just like this… Macaque wasn’t sure how conscious Wukong was, and that’s all that gave him pause. As Wukong lowered his heads, though, and one of the faces kissed Macaque, the warrior felt himself melt into this. He was still angry at Wukong. He hadn’t forgiven the king, but right now, Wukong wanted him. Wukong wanted him and he was pent up and this was an opportunity that he wouldn’t let himself pass up. If Wukong got mad at him later…. …well, he’d deal with it later.
Macaque closed his eyes, parting his lips and letting Wukong press his tongue in. His kaiju form had a… surprisingly long tongue….. Part of Macaque felt embarrassed as Wukong’s tongue moved deep into his mouth, making him moan. Wukong chirped as he broke the kiss and continued undressing him, almost frantically now. Mate…. The king was grinding against him as well, trying to get some kind of friction against Macaque’s semi-clothed body.
Humming, Macaque reached down and took Wukong’s cock into his hand, stroking it lightly. That got Wukong’s attention, making him shudder and chirp again. Aww… the poor king was desperate. A thought bubbled up in Macaque’s mind, then, that maybe… Wukong hadn’t been having others over on the mountain to satisfy his ruts. Maybe he didn’t want them. The warrior almost laughed. It was a delusional thought, but he wouldn’t mind being a bit delusional right now.
Wukong chittered softly, pressing against Macaque’s touch and nuzzling into him. Gods, he was even warmer like this…. This wasn’t the warmth of Wukong’s body, it was the warmth of his magic, and it wanted to consume Macaque entirely. The pair of hands that had been resting on Macaque’s legs moved to slowly pull down his pants and underwear, even as Macaque continued to service the king. The other hands were feeling up Macaque’s chest and Wukong caught his mouth in another kiss. Gods… Macaque was honestly a bit surprised at the king’s current self control. He knew Wukong was in rut right now, but Wukong had refrained from just… ripping Macaque’s clothes off, bending him over, and taking whatever he wanted from the warrior’s body. …..Macaque didn’t want to think about how much his body reacted to that idea, actually.
Then, he felt a warm hand take his wrist and pull his hand away from Wukong’s cock. When Macaque looked at him, he was staring right back, pleading. It bordered on adorable, even though Macaque knew that he was pleading for the warrior to let himself get fucked senseless. Macaque cupped one of his faces, pulling him down for another kiss. Wukong whined in response, shifting. His tip dipped between Macaque’s wet folds as a pair of hands pried Macaque’s legs open again. The warrior let the kiss break, then, taking deep breaths as Wukong began to push into him.
Oh gods…. Macaque shut his eyes and threw his head back. Wukong had a pair of hands holding his hips and another gently rubbing circles into his chest. He was big… and it had been centuries since Macaque had taken a dick of any size. Wukong pressed further into him slowly, stretching him inch by inch and chirping about how good he was. Macaque wasn’t sure if he was imagining the way the strange shape of Wukong’s cock pressed against his walls, maybe he was just really horny for Wukong… The warrior had a feeling it may be the latter and vowed internally that someone would have to torture that information out of him if they wanted it.
Even when Macaque thought Wukong had filled him completely, the king pressed in further, making Macaque gasp. When he finally bottomed out, Macaque took a few deep breaths and gathered the strength to look down at where they were connected. ….holy shit… Wukong’s form glowed, of course, lighting up part of the nest where they were, but Macaque hadn’t expected Wukong to glow inside him. There was a bulge on Macaque’s stomach, a faint orange light shining through the skin. Oh gods…
Wukong quickly grew impatient, chirping and beginning to move. Macaque had been very wet, yes, but he still wasn’t fully adjusted to the sheer size of Wukong. He gasped, closing his eyes again as the king slowly drew his cock out and pushed it back in. Every movement felt like a small spark, making Macaque tremble. The hands holding his legs and hips pressed him into the nest, keeping him still as Wukong began to move faster. Wukong leaned in, pressing against him and leaving bites across his chest. Three heads biting and licking his skin and six arms holding him down, all while Wukong used him. Macaque relaxed in Wukong’s hold, basking in the king’s warm touch.
Macaque moaned, holding Wukong close. It had been so long since he’d been taken to bed… the pleasure was deliciously overwhelming and all Macaque could think of was the heat of Wukong fucking into him. He whispered Wukong’s name, rewarded with chirps of affection and a faster pace. The warrior took a deep breath, noticing Wukong’s scent for the first time since he came here. Gods, it was intoxicating…. Macaque took in another breath of Wukong and shuddered. Wukong… he felt so good….. Macaque chirped, begging his mate for more. Gods, he needed Wukong… he needed more of him….. harder.. faster…. Macaque arched his back into Wukong’s touch. He felt himself getting close too, gods, Wukong was so good….. He needed Wukong to finish inside…. Fill him up and breed him over and over. He needed Wukong to mark him, reopen the old bite and claim Macaque as his own again.
Macaque barely had time to realize what had happened before he came, clenching around Wukong and letting out a broken moan. Oh gods… oh gods…. Wukong slowed down slightly, but then sped back up, making Macaque whine. The overstimulation was staggering, but his body craved more, basically confirming Macaque’s suspicion. He was going into heat. He was probably already in heat. All those centuries with nothing, but now that Wukong was inside him again, his body figures that now would be the perfect time to go into heat. Now that Macaque had noticed, he could sense it in his muscles. Fuck, this was going to be a bad one too… Going so long without a heat, Macaque’s guess is that he’d get hit like a truck by this heat. And that was probably at best. Macaque only hoped that… Wukong would help him through it….. The warrior didn’t know how long Wukong would stay like this. What if the king leaves once he realizes? Once he remembers that he doesn’t actually want Macaque…
Macaque shut his eyes tight, fighting back tears. No way was this making him emotional. Thankfully, Wukong hadn’t noticed, too occupied with giving Macaque’s neck attention while he bred his precious mate. The chirps made Macaque’s heart race even more, the sound pounding in his ears. It wasn’t too long before Wukong began to get close, moving faster as his rhythm became uneven. Macaque moaned his name loudly as Wukong locked their hips together, finishing inside. Macaque whined as Wukong’s warm cum spilled into him and his eyes shot open when he felt something else. He was stretched further when Wukong’s cock swelled at the base, keeping his cum inside the warrior. ……was that a fucking knot??? Did his kaiju form have a knot, did Macaque just get knotted??
He sat here with this information, absolutely stunned. Macaque was breathing heavily, being squeezed slightly by Wukong as the king cuddled up to him. The more Macaque thought about the knot, the more he shuddered. He could feel his heat whispering in the back of his mind, absolutely swooning at the thought of being knotted, letting none of his mate’s perfect cum leak out. …..Heats made Macaque question himself at times.
They lay like that for a while, maybe twenty minutes, maybe thirty. Wukong was resting on Macaque’s chest, breathing steady. Macaque wasn’t even sure if the other was still awake. Soon, though, his heat began to bother him again. He whined, shifting, but couldn’t get much friction. Gods, it was torture….. Wukong made a sound, then, and pushed off of Macaque’s chest. Chirping, he kissed Macaque and began grinding inside him. Immediately, the growing pain in Macaque’s core dissipated, replaced instead with warm pleasure. Macaque moaned softly, chirping back. Mate…
Wukong repositioned his hands, two resting on Macaque’s thighs of course, but now wrapping his other hands around Macaque. Wukong held behind the warrior’s back, his shoulders, his head. The last arm moved down and rested on Macaque’s lower stomach, gently touching the bulge there. Wukong began thrusting into Macaque again and the warrior’s eyes immediately rolled back. He was further in his heat now and his mind was quickly overtaken by the desire.
He wanted Wukong… he needed him. He needed him to be deeper inside, needed Wukong to fuck him and breed him and keep him forever. Wukong shifted backward onto his knees, bringing Macaque up with him. Macaque clung to Wukong as the king thrust up into him and bounced the warrior on his cock. The last thing he remembered clearly was how much he craved Wukong.
.ᘛ𓆩♡𓆪ᘚ.
…….
Macaque was going to rip him a new one.
Wukong sighed, staring at the ceiling. They were in the hut now, tucked into bed. Wukong closed his eyes, sighing. Ughhh, fuck…. When he’d finally come to his senses, he found himself in some kind of— wild nest thing that he had presumably made himself. Next to him was Macaque; naked, passed out, and thoroughly fucked. Marked, too. After the initial panic faded, he realized that Macaque was in heat. A horribly strong one, at that.
Rushing back to the house, Wukong had put Macaque in the bed and tried to clean him up a bit, but Macaque had woken up. Instead of immediately flaying the king alive, Macaque reached for him. He chirped, whining and begging Wukong to breed him more. He pleaded for Wukong to fuck him again, to never let him go.
It had been hard enough for Wukong to stay sane while carrying Macaque back, of course. The warrior’s scent was horribly tantalizing and the king himself was still in rut. Now, though, as Macaque begged for his cock, he could feel his control slip again, this time not the control over his magic. Wukong didn’t want to do this when Macaque was obviously not in his right mind but…. It would be more cruel to leave him like this….. he could only imagine how painful it was.
Hesitantly, he’d joined Macaque in bed. He gave the warrior what he craved, pressing down the flare of emotions he felt every time Macaque called him his mate, telling him how good he felt… how he wanted to be Wukong’s forever. Macaque’s heat was never satisfied, allowing only short periods of rest before he’d beg for more.
It seemed to be going down now. Wukong could smell it fading, but his room would probably have to be aired out for days. Any moment now, Macaque would probably wake up and beat the absolute shit out of him. As if on cue, Macaque shifted, opening his eyes and looking at Wukong. Wukong blinked at him, swallowing nervously and trying to give a small smile.
“Hey—”
“….Hey.”
…..well that was shit. Macaque was present right now, Wukong knew that much from the clarity in his gaze. That exact gaze was piercing his soul right now, staring at him as if searching for something. Unable to handle the embarrassment and awkwardness, Wukong glanced away, but was startled to hear Macaque talk again.
“You’re… still here.”
“!! …uhhh… yeahhh… you just— …..I’m…. sorry...”
Macaque blinked at him for a few moments and Wukong couldn’t read his expression. Before Wukong could say anything else, though, Macaque huffed. With a small smile, he mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like the word “idiot.” The warrior relaxed into the bed again, lying near Wukong and facing away from him. The king blinked as well, processing. Macaque hadn’t gotten mad at him. He didnt leave either. Wukong could feel his face heating a bit as he looked away, reminding himself that he and Macaque were no longer friends and no longer mates, no matter what that newly reopened claim mark meant…
Wukong shifted, turning away from Macaque as well. Feeling a touch over his tail, though, he responded by twisting his tail gently with Macaque’s. Soon, he fell asleep, not knowing that the warrior lie awake, listening to his king’s heartbeat as his own pounded loudly in his chest.