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1.
When Wukong and Macaque were younger, before all their issues and trauma, they had been in a romantic relationship. Not many people know this fact, something the two monkeys are very grateful for. Only heaven knows how insufferable their friends would be.
As of recently, however, the two have been getting along. Saving someone twice in the same year does that apparently. Getting along seems to present its own set of problems, however. Said problems being their old habits.
See back when Wukong and Macaque were still together they had these… routines for lack of a better word. One of said routines was making sure they kissed at sunset, no exceptions. This had led to… a bit of property damage… sometimes a lot…
Anyways, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that they’d all been hanging out, just taking a break after the hell that is this group's life. Macaque had been tired, sleep wasn’t something easy for him to come by, not with the copious amounts of paranoia. Tonight, however, he felt warm and safe. He felt like sleep might actually be an option.
So he’d been ready to hit the hay nearly an hour before the hangout usually ended. The dark furred monkey got up and stretched, spine popping in a very satisfying way. “Heading out?” the Sage questioned from his spot on Macaque’s left. “Yup, tell the kid for me will ya? Don’t feel like dealing with his puppy eyes,” the shadow confirmed.
Wukong snorted, but understood. MK could be a bit of a handful at times, a well meaning handful but still a handful. Macaque looked over to the windows, rubbing one of his eyes sleepily as he yawned. “Oh… it’s only sunset?” he murmured. Suddenly a memory hit the darker simian, his sleep-addled brain saw absolutely nothing wrong with this idea and that he should totally, one hundred percent, do it.
So Macaque leaned down, startling the king with the sudden close proximity. “Maca-“ Wukongs question was cut off when lips met his own. It was quick and nothing more than a peck but it still had the rich-brown furred monkey's brain stuttering to a stop. “Mmm, g’night,” Macaque said, pulling away with a yawn as he dropped through a portal.
Wukong sat there for a solid few seconds, face bright red as he attempted to process what happened. He finally moved his eyes, blinking before he looked out the window at the receding sunset. ‘Oh,’ he thought. ‘The sunset kiss…’
MK and Mei spent the rest of the night trying to get Wukong to unbury his face from his hands and tell them what had flustered him so.
2.
Macaque had only realized what he’d done a handful of days later. Wukong had been much easier to fluster as of late, and as fun as that was, the darker monkey couldn’t help but wonder why. Cue the memory of Macaque kissing the king hitting the poor simian harder than a bus full of bricks. Macaque was utterly mortified and knew that he had to apologize, but how do you even apologize for that?
Unfortunately, he had to try, so Macaque waited until they were alone. He doesn’t want an audience after all. “So, uh, about the other day,” the darker furred monkey started uncomfortably, face already heating as he avoided looking at Wukong. “I’m er- sorry about that? Uhm old habits die hard I guess…” he awkwardly laughed.
There was silence after that and Macaque’s heart felt like it was beating out of his chest. The prolonged silence doing absolute wonders for his anxiety. Then, with no forewarning, Wukong grabbed the front of his scarf and brought them face to face. “Woah-“ Macaque’s eyes widened, attempting to plead his case of why the king shouldn’t beat his ass, but was cut off by a firm kiss.
His eyes remained the size of dinner plates as Wukong pulled back, smirking despite the obvious flush to his cheeks. “It’s sunset,” the king offered in lue of an explanation. The darker monkey sputtered, still very flustered as he glanced towards the windows. Yep, that’s a sunset alright.
The king let go of his scarf. “See you tomorrow!” he smiled, waving towards Macaque before walking away. The other simian just stood there, hands hovering over nothing, very flustered. Wukongs composure instantly broke once he was out of his other half’s view.
‘Why did I do that?!’ he internally screeched, summoning his nimbus and speeding away towards Flower Fruit Mountain.
3.
Macaque was not about to let that shit slide. This was obviously a challenge, and what kind of man would he be to not accept? Unfortunately the six-eared demon couldn’t come see Wukong tomorrow as he had a shift at the theater he worked at. Fortunately shadow portals existed, so he could make the king come see him.
Wukong had just been peacefully sitting on his couch, eating his peach chips while lounging on his cloud watching his own show. He’d been starting to wear his armor less and less, so he was currently dressed in some loungewear. His usual yellow hoodie and some simple light red sweats. His moment of peace was interrupted, however, when he suddenly dropped through his couch.
An undignified screech ripped from him in surprise as he landed on something… soft? The king looked up to see that he’d landed right next to Macaque on the other’s couch. He huffed. “Seriously? You couldn't have just called me?” the Sage spoke petulantly.
Macaque just smirked. “Yeah, but this way is more fun. Plus I won’t be long, promise,” the darker simply replied. Wukong raised an eyebrow, confusion not lasting long, however, as his counterpart leaned in and kissed him. A flush spread across his cheeks as he jolted, the peck was just as short and soft as the first time Macaque had kissed the king. Something he was absolutely not having.
“You call that a kiss?” the Sage taunted, not waiting for an answer as he set his bag of chips down and dove back in. Kissing his warrior firmly and wrapping him up in a hug that the other returned. Once they pulled back both their faces were flushed a bright red, they stared at each other for a second before Macaque’s brain finally kick-started back up.
“Right! Well I did say I wouldn’t be long so,” he rambled, flustered from the unforeseen turn of events. “Wait what-“ the king was cut off as a shadow portal sent him back to where Macaque got him from. The two simians sat on their respective couches flustered beyond belief, giddy smiles on their faces. Feeling like little kids just figuring out they loved the other again.
Macaque peeked past the hands on his face towards the bag of peach chips on the other end of his couch. ‘Well, at least I have an excuse to visit him again tomorrow.’
4.
Wukong had a plan, was it a good plan? Debatable. Will it work? Absolutely. See the king can’t just let the fact that Macaque basically kidnapped him go, what kind of monkey would he be if he did? So the king carefully planned out a way to get him back. The most obvious answer being to kidnap him as well.
So with his very well thought out and definitely-not-mostly-improv plan the Sage set off. Crashing through Macaque's window, he winced, he’ll fix that later. Probably.
The six-eared demon jolted. “Wukong?! What-“ he started, baffled as he stared at the broken window. Looking back up he shrieked as Wukong scooped him up. “Shhhhh, all will be explained in due time,” he cryptically answered. The darker monkey sputtered. “Ok but couldn’t you have just used my front door?!” Macaque huffed, understandably peeved.
“Oh yeah,” Wukong answered, speeding away on his nimbus and through Macaque's front door. Like through it. “ THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT?!” Macaque shouted, watching his house seemingly shrink with the distance. “Pshhh- you worry too much! I’ll fix it later, don’t worry,” Wukong assured, earning a glare from the other.
Macaque huffed. “What’d you want anyways?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “How would you feel about a movie night?” the king said, widely grinning down at the six-eared demon. Macaque's eyebrow twitched. “You broke my window, kidnapped me and broke my door to ask if I wanted to have a sleepover with you?”
Wukong's smile didn’t even falter. “Yes, fine, whatever. Just don’t break my shit next time,” Macaque grumbled as the Sage let out a loud woop. “Oh! I almost forgot, the kidnapping you thing was revenge,” Wukong informed. “For what?”
Wukong leaned down and kissed Macaque, earning a startled chirp from the latter before he leaned in as well. Both smiling giddily into the kiss. “For that,” the Sage whispered, pulling away just enough to talk, but not enough for their noses to stop touching. The shadow gave him a confused look for a second before it clicked and he laughed, eyes scrunching up before he calmed down.
Leaning up he gave Wukong another gentle kiss filled with so much love it made the Sage dizzy. “Yeah, ok, you big dork. What movie are we watching tonight?”
Any retort Wukong had died on his tongue at the look of sheer adoration Macaque was giving him. “Uh,” he replied dumbly. “Heathers,” he eventually managed to get out, overly flustered by the look his other half was giving the king. A wide grin split Macaque’s face. “Heathers?! Fuck yeah!” the six-eared demon cheered.
‘Gods,’ Wukong thought. ‘I love him so much.’
5.
Thus the games continued, always trying to outdo the other but never missing a day. The game eventually melted out into the rest of their lives, becoming less of a game and more of how they used to be. Old routines returning, old habits coming back new and improved.
Wukong smiled as he looked down at Macaque, currently they were laying on the king's couch watching a marathon of musicals from all around the world. Thankfully dubbed, Macaque had been so excited about that fact, now Wukong could enjoy it too. The Sage much preferred to watch how his shadow reacted to everything however.
Wukong finally looked away from his favorite treasure and towards the window, it was sunset. He smiled and looked back down, poking Macaque in the side. “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,” the king repeated, just to be a nuisance. “What Wukong? This is the best part,” he whined, wiggling to try and avoid this king's hands. “It’s sunset.”
Macaque perked up faster than a dog hearing the word treat, looking towards the windows before turning back to his king. His undivided attention instantly made Wukong feel special in a way nothing has before, musical already pushed to the sidelines.
Macaque scooted up from where he was laying on top of his king, leaning down with a soft smile and closing his eyes. Wukong smiled back, just as eager as he too closed his eyes and closed the distance.
The kiss was soft and slow, practically oozing love from the seams and they held each other close. Wukong pouted everytime they had to break apart so Macaque would breathe, wishing that air was as redundant for his other half as it was for the Sage. The shadow simply snickered at the king's plight before kissing him again.
The musical all but forgotten as the two leisurely made out, neither the best with words, instead trying to convey their undying love through actions. Eventually they stopped, Macaque resting his cheek on Wukongs chest, listening to the strong heartbeat of his love with a soft smile.
“Love you,” the six-eared demon murmured, hugging the Sage tighter as he closed his eyes, ready to sleep right where he lay. Wukongs heart skipped a beat, face flushing as a goofy grin took over his face. He hugged his love back, bringing a hand to the dark mane to slowly and carefully groom through.
“I love you too,” the king whispered back, just as quietly as he brushed Macaque's hair back and kissed his forehead. Causing a sleepy purr to rumble up the darkers chest, one which Wukong happily returned with a purr of his own.
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Something was up with their local Monkey Men, MK and Mei just knew it. The two seemed to be much happier as of late and their bond seemed stronger than ever. Any fights seemed less like actual fights and more like banter, they honestly sounded so much like an old married couple at times that it was unnerving.
MK and Mei had come up with a plethora of theories, eventually coming to the conclusion that it had something to do with the end of the day. The two always seemed to get much more excited the closer it got to sundown, so it had to be something related to the day ending!
Nothing could have ever prepared the duo for the true answer.
It all happened on a, mostly, normal day. Wukong and Macaque with their usual but new attitudes, bickering amicably. MK and Mei watched them, not taking their eyes off of them for a single second, sundown would be any second now, they needed to know what happens when it sets!
“What are you two nyoodle brains doing?” Red Son questioned, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. Mei and MK let out twin screams as they whipped around, so absorbed in their spying that they completely missed their local hothead walking up behind them.
“Uh- not spying!” MK proclaimed with a nervous laugh at the same time Mei said “Spying, duh. What else would we be doing?” The duo turned to look at each other, equally shocked.
“Did you just try to deny the fact that we were spying? Despite the fact that we were so obviously caught?” Mei sputtered with a mirthful laugh. “I plead the fifth,” MK huffed, turning away dramatically. “MK, we live in China, not-“
“ ANYWAYS ,” Red Son cut off before it could spiral any further. “What were you two ‘not’ spying for?”
MK cut in before Mei could tease the bull prince. “We’re not sure, all we know is something happens to make our local Mystic Monkeys happy at sunset,” MK said rubbing his chin. Mei nodded along as the two, now three, turned back to look at the monkeys.
“Oh, that? Do you peasants actually not know? I knew your brains were small but this small?” Red Son asked, sounding genuinely shocked for some reason. Mei huffed. “What does that mean?” the dragon descendent crossed her arms defensively.
Red Son just sighed and pointed towards the two monkeys. The trio looked up in time to see Macaque look up at the window from whatever Wulong was showing him on the king’s phone. The shadows face visibly lit up at seeing the sunset, tail starting to lazily wag as he turned to the king with his signature smirk. Macaque said something they couldn’t hear from that far but whatever it was must’ve been good because Wukong lit up as well, his smile naturally bigger than his darker counterpart.
Then they did the last thing the duo ever expected, they leaned in much too close to be considered platonic and did one of the least platonic things in the history of platonic things. They kissed. Mei and MK’s jaw dropped as they looked around, seeing how literally no one else was shocked by this.
“ What? ” MK stuttered in disbelief, Mei having yet to close her slack jaw. Red Son sighed as he patronizingly patted their backs. “You two were the last to know,” he helpfully informed the two.