A Secret Journey ( Wukong X Sanzang )

Chapter 2: Fluffy Nights

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The night finally descended upon Sanzang and his monstrous companions, engulfing the forest in a sea of inky darkness. Above them, the black heavens unveiled a pristine white-gold moon, accompanied by distant stars that shimmered like ancient photographs amidst the vast expanse of night.

It was an idyllic moment, one that called for friends and family to gather beneath the delicate glow of the moon, savoring the indulgence of a slice of mooncake. The beloved delicacy, with its thick and tender pastry skin, enveloped a sweet and dense filling, complete with a luscious salted egg yolk nestled at its core. Alas, our heroes, burdened by their lack of wealth, could only dream of such luxuries as they huddled inside their individual tents, seeking much-needed rest.

Except for Wukong and Sanzang.

Sanzang tossed and turned on his sleeping mat, desperate to create as much distance as possible between himself and his eldest disciple. Sleeping in the same tent as Wukong was never a pleasant experience for him. Firstly, the tent was designed for a single occupant, leaving Sanzang squeezed against the very edge, his face pressed uncomfortably against the thin linen walls. Secondly, Wukong's fur would brush against Sanzang's skin throughout the night, rudely jolting him awake with an irritating heat and itchiness. Lastly... Sanzang found it rather odd to sleep in such close proximity to another male companion. He understood that Wukong did so solely out of concern for his safety, but it was all just too much to bear!

"Hey, Wukong... Are you still awake?" he whispered, gently shaking the monkey demon.

"Mmgh... I am now. What do you want?" came the grumbling response, Wukong's fangs gritted in irritation.

"Well, I've been meaning to address this... issue for a while now."

"Spit it out and let me go back to sleep," Wukong sighed, his tail flicking restlessly beneath the sheets.

"Perhaps," Sanzang paused, searching for the right words to sound as polite as possible, "we should consider sleeping in separate tents... Not that I dislike our familiarity, but don't you think we'd both sleep better in a more comfortable and spacious environment?"

Wukong sat up abruptly, his gaze nearly glaring at his master.

"Do you think I enjoy sleeping with you?" he scoffed, digging his black claws into the sleeping mat to restrain his hands from reaching for his master's neck.

"I detest it just as much, if not more, than you do. But I'm forced to squeeze in with you because you're utterly helpless when it comes to self-defense. I have to keep a constant watch over you so you don't get snatched away and devoured." Wukong scowled defiantly, feeling disrespected for the extra efforts he put in.

Sanzang, still lying down, sank further into his sleeping mat, pulling the sheets closer to his face, feeling somewhat threatened by Wukong's harsh response.

Understanding that his message had been received, Monkey softened and let out a sigh.

"You don't appreciate me enough, Master," he sulked.

Just as Wukong was about to put the matter to rest and return to sleep, he stretched his arms upward, inadvertently causing a sharp crack to echo through the air. He hissed in pain, rubbing his back and blushing at the realization of revealing his "weak" side to Sanzang.