Work Text:
God. He wanted to kiss that idiot so bad
Macaque sighed, watching Wukong recount some story or other from across the room.
“Why the long face?”
Macaque turned, their lips pressed into a line at the question. Mei, who had asked the question, just smirked at them.
Macaque rolled their eyes and left, strolling through the crowd until they reached Wukong, who was having an animated conversation with someone or other. To be honest, Macaque didn’t care. They grabbed his elbow and pulled, silently asking him to leave.
Wukong rolled his eyes. “Sorry, one second.” He turned to Macaque. “Rude? What do you want.”
Macaque flicked their ears, letting the glamor that hid the extra four slip for a moment, flashing all six.
Wukong nodded. “Ah.”
He took their hand and led them through the party, weaving around guests and friends.
They escaped through a side door, emerging into the cool night. Macaque took a deep breath. “Shit. Thanks.”
Wukong squeezed their hand. “Yeah, don’t mention it. You okay?”
Macaque rested their head on his shoulder, their tails curling around one another. Macaque held a jealous pleasure in being the object of Wukong’s worry. Of being able to draw his gaze and retain his attention. Wukong belonged to no one; he was wild and free, even if he was more responsible now that he was when he was young. His heart, however? Belonged solely and totally to Macaque, and they found selfish revelry in that fact
They nodded. “Yeah. It just, got a bit loud. Y’know.”
Wukong rubbed his thumb over their knuckles. “Mm.”
The slope of his nose was so familiar, the perfect slip and bump that dropped off into his lips. Macaque could’ve drawn that shape with their eyes closed. The gentle, white feather of his blond lashes, enviously long over his ruby eyes. He dropped the gold when they were alone because he knew the red stirred something in Macaque, something that made them grab his chin, tilting his face side to side so they could check each of twenty three freckles, counting to make sure they were all still there. Sometimes Wukong glamoured one or two away and Macaque would furrow their brows and count again, poking Wukong’s cheeks when he laughed.
“You’re staring.” Wukong smirked, the tantalizingly sharp glint of his canines peeking out through soft, soft lips.
“You like it.” Macaque cupped his face, thumb tracing the edge of his peach mask.
Wukong gently wrapped both arms around their waist, pulling them closer and resting his chin on the crown of their head when they tilted their face down and pressed their lips to his neck.
“You wanna get out of here?” They knew he didn’t, and they felt a little bad for asking.
Wukong’s grip tightened as he lifted them up, his weight falling back with a nauseating tilt before they hit his magic cloud and bounced.
Wukong pulled them up, his tail wrapping around their legs as they hugged his chest.
“Bai he is coming with Mk tomorrow.” They spoke directly into his ear, lest the wind should steal their words as they flew through the air.
“How’s her training going? The kid said she was able to hold a clone for two minutes last time.” Wukong’s arms flexed, warning Macaque before they took a sharp dive. They gave a giddy laugh that disappeared into the night as they plummeted, their tail wagging nervously when the air smoothed out again.
“She’s getting there.” They tried and failed to play nonchalant, though anyone could see how proud they were of her. They had been training together for nearly four months now, and Macaque had admittedly grown quite close to the girl. She was funny and strong willed, unafraid to sass them back when she felt like it. Teaching her was challenging, but rewarding.
Wukong hummed, lifting Macaque again as they reached the ground and the cloud dissipated. He really didn’t need to, but they let him do it. Being pampered wasn’t so bad, really.
They slid off his chest and back to the ground, one arm still around his waist.
“Sorry for making you leave early, if you wanna go back you should—“
Wukong cut them off quickly and decisively, grabbing their chin and tilting their face up before planting a kiss on their lips. Macaque gave him another quick, giddy laugh before they kissed him back, tilting their face gently to press closer.
Wukong pulled away and they both took heavy breaths.
“Nah, it wouldn’t really be fun without you there anyway.”
Macaque’s tail wagged and they blinked, eyes wide. “Don’t lie to me, peaches.”
He kissed them again, dipping them slightly. Their hands curled around his neck, fingers threading through his hair.
Wukong pulled away again, grinning. “Please, I would never.”
Macaque sighed, lovesick.
Wukong picked them all the way up and they let him, purring as he brought them into the house.
He set them down on his bed and began unbuttoning his shirt while they tugged off their shoes.
“We should probably get married soon or something.” Macaque teased, only half joking.
Wukong pulled on a pajama shirt and jumped on the bed, tackling them.
“Shh I haven’t asked you yet!” He kissed their cheek before laying down next to them, snuggling close.
Macaque flicked him with their ears. “I found the ring, you really didn’t hide it well—“
Wukong grabbed a pillow and threw it at them. “No! Fuck! Really?”
Macaque grinned, shoving the pillow back at him. “No I was lying, did you really get me a ring?”
Wukong grabbed them, shoving his face into their collarbone. “Go to sleep.”
Macaque kissed the top of his head, still smiling.