- C'mon Macaque ~ I know you wanna laugh ~ -, Wukong continued to tease him, stroking the feather up and down his neck making him shiver and wiggle to get away from that ticklish contact. He didn't know how long he could resist that rythm, but he had to try at all costs to keep his mouth shut and not laugh.
Monkey King from his part was having oh so much fun torturing his youngest brother. He could have simply overcome his stubbornness with magic, but teasing him like that was far more fun. - You know that I can always change the spot to tickle, right? After all I just have to choose between your ticklish little tummy or your sensitive armpits. I wonder which one will make you crack in the end ~ -, he pretended to think about it, turning the feather in his fingers and watching his prisoner fidget even more as he tried to free himself from the ropes that held him in place, - Sooo... I guess we can start with the tummy! Cootchie Cootchie coo ~ -, he passed the feather all along Macaque sensitive skin, making him whine and jolt everytime he swirled the point of it in his bellybutton, - Would you look at that! Looks like someone is veeery ticklish here! What's the matter? The poor little demon cannot stand a light tickle tickle tickling session? -, he blew malevolently in his six ears, giggling in turn at seeing the other monkey's twisted expression as he tried to hold back the laughter; the poor demon was trying with all his might to stop himself from givin 'in, but Wukong was making it very difficult: already the tickle was almost unbearable, if he started teasing him even with words it wouldn't last long.
Damn him and that stupid bet!
It is not known how or why, but Baijie had come up with a statement that had sparked the spark of competition between Macaque and Wukong: which of the two would resist more if tortured. In terms of enduring the pain, they both agreed that they could handle it without any problems, but when Baijie came up with the phrase "What if they try to do something unusual to you ... Like tickling?", At that point between the two pilgrims had struck the spark. "Imagine if a sissy like him could ever resist the tickle", the ginger had started laughing heartily, at which the black one was on the defensive, betting that if he wanted to he would even manage not to laugh despite the torture. Predictably, Monkey King hadn't hesitated to seize the ball, daring him to hold out for an entire hour without laughing while he was busy tickling him. Macque at first claimed that he didn't owe anyone a demonstration, but to Wukong's constant provocations he eventually gave in and agreed to take the test.
And now there he is, lying on the grass with his hands tied at Wukong's Miracle Staff, heavy enough to keep him down, shirtless to undergo that "torture" with Wukong having fun behind him, while he searched in all ways of saving that shred of dignity that was left to him. But it was getting really, really hard ... Especially now that Wukong had decided to tap the stiff tip of the feather right under his ribs!
- Poke ~ poke ~ poke ~ Oh this is sooo fun! I wonder why I didn't try to tickle you before. Are you havin' fun little Mackie? -.
No, he definitely was NOT enjoying himself!
Or rather ... he would have enjoyed himself if only he could laugh ... Let himself go freely, just laughing all of his stress out and then fall in a peaceful slumber... Maybe in Wukong's arms...
- Keep holdin' on kid! Yer doin great! -, the voice of the Pig demon reached his ears, making him jolts out from his fantasies remembering another reason for which he could not give up: his older brothers were watching them, curious of knowing which of the two contenders would have won the challenge, - You can do it! You only have 40 minutes left! -
WHAT? 40 MINUTES YET?
Oh no! No way he could've resisted all that time without laughing! Fuck his dignity, he just wanted that to end.
- I GIVE! Stop torturing me, I give up! -, he yelled before the other one could resume the tickling. The Great Sage looked at him, blinking in surprise before a mischievous smile formed on his face: - Aww, so the little monkey admits that he's not so though, uh ~? -.
The shadow demon avoided his gaze, a light blush spreading on his face. - Yeah yeah, you win. Now untie me, will you?... Please? -, he added, tugging on his restrain.
But Wukong had other plans in mind; he had been waiting for such a moment for too long, he could not miss that succulent opportunity not only to have a little fun, but above all to remove a doubt that had been tormenting him for days.
A doubt that kept him awake most nights, touching himself while nobody was looking for him, whispering that little, undisciplined and oh so fucking sexy demon's name…
- Mhn ~ Nope. I won't -
- Wait what? -, Macaque was totally taken aback from that answer from the other monkey, - What do you mean you won't untie me? -.
Sun Wukong approached him again, placing a hand under his chin and making him look at him in the eyes: - You loose the bet, so I guess a little punishment is in order ~ -
- Y-You are not serious... right? -. he was worried, oooh so worried for his life now. Wukong knew how to be treacherous when it came to handing out punishments.
- Oh but I am. After all I still have some other tickle spots to try on you ~ -, he murmured too close to his ears, making him whimper with embarrassment and nervousness.
He cannot be serious. Please, for Buddha' sake, don't be serious!
- Ehy ya two! What're ya talkin 'bout? -, Baijie' s voice raised again catching their attention. Macaque tried to speak to him, asking him to be released, but Wukong was fast to cover his mouth with his hand.
- Nothing important. Say, why don't you go and see if Master needs anything. You too Wujing, go check on him. We'll be back in a minute or two -. Wujing nodded without protesting but Baijie was about to say something; though it only needed to Wukong to make the "look" and he immediately shut his mouth, following his younger brother to go check on Master.
Now, Sun Wukong and Macaque were all alone.
- I guess that now we can have some fun togheter, don't you think? -, he removed his hand from the other mouth, tracing his chin lightly with his fingers making him shiver in response; he went up for a moment with his fingers along his cheek, tracing his red mark ans caressing him gently without being able to restrain himself.
- Wh-What are you goin' to do? -, the black monkey tried to sound calm, but his voice still trembled in anxiety. Wukong seemed to notice that, 'cause he started to gently caress his hair to sooth him, - Just relax. I promise not be to rough with you -, he still acted like nothing was happening, deciding to continue with that little excuse of tickling to buy time, while thinking about what to say.
The younger was about to protest, when he felt the feather swirling once again in his bellybutton without any forewarning. He tried to shut his mouth close to prevent any other sound to come out, but it was too late for that. Giggles started to pour out of him as long as the feather continued its journey all along his now hypersensitive skin of his stomach, all under the satisfied look of the Monkey King that was taking his time to slowly drag the instrument of torture up and down, from the tummy to the sides, under the ribs and then again down to reach the bellybutton of his poor victim.
- Wukohohohong, pleasepleasepleaseplease stohohop! -.
- Aww why would I do that? This is your punishment after all, remember? ~ -, he replied, scratching his nails under his chin too, reaching up for that adorable set of ears, making the shadow demon turn his head away in a temptative to escape the sensation, while giggling even more.
It was so adorable in that moment, he couldn't help himself to tease him, while hoping to get some more revealing reaction.
- Actually you know what I think? -, he added, his face getting dangerous closer to Macaque's, stopping the tickling to make sure he would have listened to him, - I think that all along this time you were just waiting for this moment to come. In which we would have been all alone, just the two of us, and I would've had you at my mercy, free to torture and to tease you dragging my fingers up and down your body freely, making you squirm, struggle to get away from my touch, listening to your helpless laugh, screaming and begging me to stop. But you know I will not stop, not until you're gonna be a giggling mess, too weak to even react anymore. You just craved for my attentions, my touch, am I right my little moonlight blossom ~? -.
After those words, Macaque could only scream internally while he felt his face literally on fire from the embarrassment!
Why Wukong was telling him that? Could he have understood everything? It was him that was too obvious maybe? But he didn't recall to have gived any hint about this little... Secret crush, let's put it in this way.
And that nickname... Moonlight blossom... From where did he put that out?
- N-NO! No y-you're wrong! I-It's not like that! -, he wanted to be calm and indifferent, but he could not control his own voice or the current course of his thoughts.
He couldn't admit the truth, not like this!
Merciful Buddha, how did he end up in that situation?
- Oh really? -, the monkey pretended to be confused, then lying next to him on the grass, one arm bent to support his head while with the other hand he started to play with a long lock of his prisoner's withe fur.
- Yes! I agreed to take this test because otherwise you wouldn't have left me alone, but I wasn't having fun, ya know! Besides, as for the other things ... Well ... Those aren't true either! As much as I like you, I would never agree to ...! -, he was speaking in bursts, too busy with the desire to get out of that position of emotional disadvantage, to realize what he was saying; but when the Great Sage plopped onto him, taking his face in his hands and asking him what did he just said, he realized that maybe it would have been better to keep his mouth shut.
- Repeat it -, Wukong demanded again, not letting him go and givin him no other choose but to look him in the eyes. Those gold, fierce eyes the Macaque loved so much to look in, even if they were fighting over something or just looking at each other while speaking.
Where would he ever find the courage to look him in the eye again after confessing that burning truth?
- Liu'er Mihou -, his real name pronounced almost in a whisper from those lips that he so wanted to kiss made run a thousand chills down his spine. - It is true? Or am I just imagining things? -. The demon could not have know that Wukong was craving for that answer, just as much he was scared to admit it out loud.
Still he did not answer. He couldn't do that. He had a weight on his chest that blocked his voice, his heart locked in a grip of fear of what might happen between them at any moment after his confessions.
Fortunately for him, Sun Wukong was not a very patient being; next thing he knew was that his lips were pressed against Wukong's, startling him in an unexpected but pleasureable way: his lips were thin but soft and tasted like a mix of the different fruits that the monkey was used to eat during the Journey. Macaque's breath hitched and his heart started to pound like crazy; he could hear his heartbeat in his ears, so loud that he was afraid that even the other male would have listened to it.
Wukong was kissing him.
Sun Wukong, the Handsome Monkey King of the Flower Fruit Mountain, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, was fucking kissing him!
He was so concentrated on that though that when something wet touched his lips, it startled him, making his eyes shot open (wait, when did he closed them?), encountering again the gaze of Wukong: through the half-closed eyelids Macque could see his eyes which had taken on a golden hue almost obscured by the dilated pupils that observed his every reaction.
As he lost himself in that gaze he again felt something wet tapping his lips and this time it didn't take long to understand that it was the other's tongue; he wanted to deepen that contact by gently asking his permission accompanying that gesture with a little whine coming from his troath.
The shadow demon was more than happy to obliged, opening his mouth and letting him in.
At first it was unusual, not unpleasant, but after a while the two of them were following each other tongue rhythm, fighting for dominance in that make out session, sharing each other breath until they were out of it and they needed to detach from each other.
For Buddha's sake, that was amazing…
Wukong was looking at him, a soft but a little mischievous smile plastered on his face. - Well well well, guess I was right after all ~ -, murmured, laying flat on the other body, starting play with his fur again.
-Wha… What do you mean you were right? -, Macque looked him making himself confortable on top oh him, opening his legs a little bit further, so that the King could place himself better between them without crashing him while he was chest to chest with him; not that Wukong was heavy, but the demon was already uncomfortable in that position, he didn't want to get any more uncomfortable.
- You like me, my little Liu'er ~ -, the monkey snickered softly, placing a kiss on his cheeck, tracing the side of his face again with his fingers. He liked to do that, to feel the softness of the younger' skin under his thumbs.
Macque blushed again hearing his name being purred out in such and amazing way, turning his gaze away from the Great Sage, but not stopping himself to smile contently and to pose a question of which answer was obvious, but he still needed to hear.
- So... I guess this means we are togheter now. Right? -.
Wukong kissed him again, softer than before, taking his time to savouring the taste of mango of the other monkey.
- Yes, it does -, he added once they separated again, before proceeding (finally) to untie his now former partner, - It's better to go back now, I don't want that Baijie starts to getting suspicious -.
- I agree -, the black monkey followed him, getting close enough to intertwine his own tail with that of the Great Sage, who returned the squeeze, both with a shared thought in their heads.
From that moment on, the journey would have been much more interesting.