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The early morning sun is a favorite of MKs.
He doesn’t get up early enough to see it very often. Between training with Monkey King, his job at Pigsy’s, or late-night hang-outs with Mei, he sleeps as long as possible when he can. Before he met the Monkey King, when he would have the rare day off from Pigsy’s, he would set his alarm to go off early so he could wake up in time to watch the sunrise. Now that he was training, days off were even fewer. But today just happened to be a day where he didn’t have any plans that would require extensive energy. Today, he could start his day early.
Getting out of bed was not an easy thing. Wukong usually slept behind MK, completely wrapped around his apprentice turned lover. Anytime MK had to get up to pee, it took an additional ten minutes to untangle himself from Wukong, and his tail was the hardest part. MK got lucky this morning though. Wukong was laying on his back when MK woke up, one arm underneath MK’s head, and his tail loosely wrapped up with MK’s. It was easier to get up, moving slowly so he didn’t disturb Wukong. The Monkey King stirred for a moment but settled down when he wrapped himself around the pillow MK had been laying on. Chuckling softly, MK leans down and presses a soft kiss to the Monkey King’s forehead. He grabbed a couple of blankets from underneath the bed and left the room.
The dark made it hard to navigate Flower Fruit Mountain, but with golden vision, MK made it to the cliff without tripping over anything. A couple of monkeys in the trees above him stirred as he passed, but quickly went back to sleep seeing it was only MK.
When MK reaches the cliff, the sun hasn’t come up yet. He sets down one of the blankets he brought, and sits down, wrapping the other blanket around his shoulders. His tail flicks underneath the blanket.
A few minutes after he sat down, he hears some commotion behind him. He can sense who it is, so he stays staring at the horizon, comfortable as a warm body settles behind him. A tail wraps around his waist, followed by a pair of strong arms that pull him back against a solid chest.
“That was quick. I didn’t think you’d wake up.” MK says, chuckling as Wukong nuzzles his face into his neck. He grumbles grumpily.
“Do you know how hard you’ve made it for me to sleep without you? As soon as you were gone it was over for me.” Wukong whispers, which makes MK laugh.
“I’m so sorry my King, how could I ever make it up to you?” He asks, leaning back against his lover. Wukong growls playfully, low in his throat, his barely open eyes gleaming with mischief. His arms tighten around MK.
“Your king demands…you, back in our bed.” He replies playfully, pressing little kisses to MK’s neck. MK giggles, squirming in Wukong’s grasp. The Monkey King does not relent, relishing the way MK laughs. It’s the sweetest thing that he’s ever heard.
“Stop, stop! I’m begging for mercy!” MK says, gasping for air in between laughing. Wukong stops and smiles, soaking up the way MK is flushed from his ears to his neck.
“Alright, I will grant you mercy…for now,” Wukong says, a mischievous smirk on his face. MK settles down, reaching back to run his fingers through Wukong’s fur. He purrs in satisfaction. “So, do you want to tell me why we’re here on the cliff instead of being in bed?” Wukong asks.
“To watch the sunrise! This is the first time I’ve slept over and been awake in time to watch the sunrise! It must be beautiful on the mountain!” MK says excitedly, pointing to the horizon, where the first hints of light start to break through the darkness. Wukong doesn’t say anything for a minute as he is reminded of how wonderfully optimistic MK really is. Wukong remembered how beautiful the sunrise was when he was young or after he was released from underneath the mountain. Now that he had seen thousands of sunrises, it held little wonder for him to watch it rise again.
“Look! Here it comes!” MK says, his hand coming down to grab Wukong’s around his waist. Almost instantly, the sun's rays emerge, bringing everything to life. The birds begin to wake, chirping sleepily. The monkeys in the trees start to stretch and shake, getting ready to find something to eat for breakfast. Everything and everyone focuses on the sunrise…
Except for Wukong.
Wukong doesn’t look at the horizon. He doesn’t even give it a second thought. Instead, his eyes are focused on MK, who is bathed in a golden light that seems almost dull compared to the shine in his eyes. For a moment, the Monkey King allows himself to dream of a world where he can live in this moment forever. Where he can stay wrapped around his lover, safe and secure, and watch the pure happiness on his face. He knows he cannot. An immortal knows better than anyone that nothing can last forever. So instead he commits the smile on MK’s face to memory. He allows himself to memorize the crinkle in his eyes and how his hair is sticking up at odd angles. He takes a deep breath and lets out a pleased purr that MK smells like him, like them.
The sun may bring light to the world, but MK brought life to Sun Wukong in a way that nothing else ever has, and nothing else ever will.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” MK asks. Wukong smiles, leaning his chin on MK’s shoulder. His heart feels like it’s so full he may burst.
Yes.
“It is.” Wukong murmurs, eyes closing while he relaxes. The sun may have risen over the horizon, but as far as Wukong is concerned, nothing could outshine MK. “I love you, my prince.”
MK blushes. “I love you too, my king.” he replies, kissing Wukong on the forehead like he’d done when he got up this morning.
Maybe in the next few years, MK will get tired of seeing the sunrise on Flower Fruit Mountain. Perhaps the action will become dull and repetitive. But sitting like this with Wukong will never get old. It will always be MK’s favorite thing, no matter what they do.