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Macaque had been hoping Wukong wasn't home, to be honest.
As he was trying to place the cheese tea down on the coffee table, however, he heard soft footsteps stop in the doorway of the kitchen of the small home.
He'd been had before he could dip. Maybe he was getting rusty.
He could feel the other monkie's eyes burning into him.
His tail lashed, giving away his nerves the silence and staring caused him.
"I figured it was new," Macaque said. "You like new things."
"It was created in 2010, I think," Wukong said. "Don't you hate cheese?"
"The kid and his friends dragged me along with them. Apparently they love it."
A cheeky grin spread on Wukong's face as he leaned against the doorframe. The dork probably thought he looked attractive doing it or something, too.
Which he didn't. The Handsome Monkey King wasn't getting to him, not today, no sir.
"So you brought me one?"
Macaque turned away, glad for the glamour that hid his six ears away. They always went red when he was flustered.
His face, however, he could feel begin to burn.
"They messed up the order," Macaque said.
Wukong laughed.
Macaque turned and scowled, only for his scowl to fall as he saw just how close Wukong had gotten.
Sun Wukong's bronze eyes stared into his, the other monkie so close that Macaque could smell the peaches on his breath.
"Did you drink yours yet?" Wukong asked, voice low.
Macaque's heart raced like a hummingbird as he tried to back up. But the sly bastard had him against the coffee table, and there was nowhere to go.
"N-no-" Macaque winced internally and tried again- "no. I didn't want one."
One of Wukong's hands fell on Macaque's hip.
The dark furred monkie's breath caught in his throat.
The other reached behind him and came back with the cheese tea.
Wukong didn't back up, still looking him in the eye as he took a sip of the drink.
Macaque glanced down at the flash of pink tongue and couldn't help but think back to days beneath the peach trees in their youth. Sun on their faces, in their fur, smiling against each other's mouths, cuddled in the grass. So clumsy, so naive, to what the future held.
His ears flicked, searching for snippets of soft promises and softer words from the past.
He needed away. Coming here was a mistake.
"Macaque," Wukong said.
"Hm?"
"You sure you don't want to try? Just a little?"
Macaque rolled his eyes and leaned forward towards the cup.
At the last moment, Wukong pulled the cup away and kissed him. The golden monkie's hand moved from his hip to his face, mouth pressing against Macaque's own.
And then the Wukong was gone, the cheeky bastard running off to hide his cowardly self away in the house, giggling as he did so.
Macaque's entire body seemed to burn red. He licked his lips and cringed at the aftertaste of the cheese tea from Wukong's lips.
Ugh.
He hated cheese.