#sun wukong deserves to go feral as a treat

[lavaflowe]

Fresh out the brazier- ready to commit murder

[its-kall-the-clown]

From promt list 9#, red son and mk, "you can't just stay in bed all day", and " hold me a little longer"

*Gets my little angsty clown hands allllll over this.* yessssss.

As some contexts this is pre-relationship but you can just FEEL the attraction and sexual tension so it counts as spicynoodle. Enjoy!

prompt list

Hold Me

Rating: PG

“You can't just stay in bed all day.” MK rolls his eyes and the hiss that comes from under the blanket.

The blanket from HIS bed mind you.

He suddenly understands where Pigsy was coming from when he yanked the covers off his sleeping form back in middle school to wake him up for the day.

Red Son had...well, the best word for it defected from his parents. And now he was no longer welcome in his home and his parents were out for blood.

Thankfully Wukong was easily convinced to help and with Red Son officially under the great sage's protection it makes Princess Iron Fan and the Demon Bull King think twice before attacking their now disowned son.

But that didn't mean it didn't go down in a fight first. The demon bull king vs the monkey king and poor Red Son caught in the middle.

Red Son was disowned in the worst way possible.

"Useless son!! I wish you never were born!"

MK was there. Standing right next to Red Son. But even from a mile away you could hear the boy's heart-shattering under the impact of the words.

Red Son was the one to sever the final thread connecting them. Shouting how he was no longer their son, eyes pouring blue flames as he attacked his father and mother.

It took both Wukong, MK and Pigsy to pull Red Son off of them.

MK had never seen Red Son like that. Sure he had his more feral moments. But what he witnessed was truly terrifying. He was out for blood and only when MK had his arms around the demon's form and the flames were starting to burn him did Red Son stop.

His anger and rage melted into apologies and hiccuped sobs as his hands fretted over MK's injuries.

Red Son left with them that day and Red was making good use of his newly acquired freedom.

By sulking about it.

MK pokes the lump under his blanket in his bed and it hisses again in a warning. Like a cornered cat that had zero intentions of actually hurting MK.

“Come on dude. You're gonna starve eventually if you don't come out. Pigsy made you some noodles, extra spicy.” he tries to tempt the demon with the promise of food but even that only gains him another low rumbled growl.

MK breathes in through his nose and lets it out through his mouth, trying his best to not let Red Son’s attitude affect him. He needed to grant them more sympathy. Red Son lost the only family he ever had and was now trying to navigate this new one that accepted him with open arms.

He set the noodle bowl down onto the side table with a sigh and sat on the edge of the bed, it dipped under his weight.

“Alright. If you want to stay in bed We can do that." He pulls the blanket up and he's met with scowling eyes that dilate in the light.

That was actually pretty cool. Exactly like a cat.

"Scoot over." He instructs and Red Son blinks at him dumbly. MK doesn't wait for him to protest and shoves his way into the same space, and pulls the covers over both their heads. He wraps his arms around the demon and pulls them to his chest.

"Peasant!!! What are you doing?" He sputters and MK rests his chin atop the demon's head.

"It's called cuddling. It's good when you're depressed." He explains his hand trailing down Red Son’s hair till he finds the base of his ponytail. He easily removes the hair tie and takes advantage of the loose locks.

He runs his fingers through his Red hair and they squirm under him. There is another warning rumble in the back of Red's throat but MK pays it no mind. He was all bark and no bite. He finds the longer he runs his fingers through the warm hair the more the demon relaxes in his grip.

"I do not need to be coddled..."

MK could feel claws pricking through the front of his shirt, Red son shivering and shaking in his hold. It occurs to MK that Red Son had never been held gently before. It sends a pain ricocheting in MKs chest.

He needed to fix that. He would hold Red Son gently, he would treat him like he's precious, make him feel special and loved. He would hold him and hug him and stroke his fingers through his incredibly soft hair as long as the demon needed...

...that sounded way more gay in his head than he had the brainpower to process right now.

"It's okay….no one's here to judge you." He reassures gently and suddenly the claws against his chest become so much more gentle. Red Sons' shoulders hitch.

"They were my parents…."

"I know."

"Was I not enough??!" The demon's hands twist in the front of MK's shirts and MK knows where Red is coming from. He too originally came from a family that he felt like he needed to prove something to them. To be worth something so they would keep him around.

It took him years to learn that no matter what he did he would never earn their love.

Love was shared not earned.

"It's okay, you are enough Red" he reassures and the demon’s shoulders shake and he a breath shatters into hiccuping sobs, tears cascading down his face to be absorbed by the sheets and MK's shirt.

He presses gentle kisses to the boy's forehead and lets them cry it out. Red Son deserved that. He deserved to have a good healthy cry while someone soothed you.

MK isn't sure how much time has passed but eventually, the sobbing subsides and now it's just Red Son's face shoved into his chest while he works the knots out of his hair with his fingers.

"How are you feeling?" MK asked eventually and he only felt a steamy huff against his neck. God, it's hot under the covers, that could be attributed to the fire demon but he's sure with two people in the bed it still would be pretty unbearable.

"Want me to let you go?" He asked and he felt a little head shake against him.

"you may….hold me a little longer" the words are more of felt rather than heard and MK nods understanding.

"Okay, but you're gonna have to let me pull the covers up a bit. It's stuffy under here." He feels a nod against his chest and MK pulls the covers back enough to vent the heat building under the covers.

"Much better,"

The sudden cool air makes Red Son pull out of his chest and look at him with wide eyes and

Oh.

Oh.

They had to be the damn prettiest eyes MK had ever seen.

I mean, it wasn't hard to admit that Red Son was attractive, with perfect skin, thick brows, muscles all over his body that could put marble statues to shame…

But seeing him like this?

Nothing but flushed cheeks and wild hair framed by the dying sun's light?

Gorgeous.

MK can't help but reach forward and cup the demon's face. He just needed to behold the beauty before him. Red Son goes easily into the touch, hooded lids and parted lips only making him impossibly more ethereal.

He leans forward

Who could blame MK?

He watches the hooded lids close shut.

Who could fault him?

He pressed lips tenderly together. His own eyes flutter close and he tilts the face for a better angle where their noses don't hit each other awkwardly and they just fit together like puzzle pieces.

He would hold Red Son.

As long as he needed them to.

[lavaflowe]

Sooooo that immortality contest right?? Ive been thinking about this chapter recently and I wanted to draw Wukong being unhinged💕

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