A Secret Journey ( Wukong X Sanzang )

Chapter 8: The Student Schools The Teacher

(This chapter is rather old, so I'm in the midst of rewriting it! Please bear with the... drop in quality of this chapter)

  Tang awoke from his deep slumber with a start; shook around and yelled at.

  "Master!! Master, wake up!" Wukong's worried face became clearer and his just as worried voice was more comprehensible.

  "Wukong?!" Tang yelped, shoving his panicked disciple away once he escaped his groggy frame of mind. He patted the drool off the corner of his mouth with the back of his palm and glared at the small-sized ape.

  "What's the big idea shaking me like that?! Are we under attack?!" Tang growled, a little ticked off by the rude awakening.

  Wukong's face became a light pink blush and his eyes wandered down Tang's body... Which caused the monk to look down as well to see what caught the monkey's attention;

There was a tent created between his thighs.

  Tang flushed a bright red and covered his erection with his palms.

  "Amitabha, Amitabha—" he repeated in sheer embarrassment. Wukong just stood there silently, also blushing.

Mortified at the predicament he had landed in, he instinctively started blaming anything or anybody else other than himself, and the first victim was Wukong.

"It was you, wasn't it?!" The pent-up monk accused.

"Wh... What? What did I do?" Wukong put his hands up in surrender and kept his eyes up at Tang's face, not wanting to put any further attention to his manhood.

"You—!! You probably did some little spell on me when I was asleep and pulled this repulsive 'prank'!"

"Whaaa.." Wukong was at a complete loss of words.

"Don't act stupid, I know you did it!!" He then started flailing his arms around at Wukong, hitting his shoulder, "You're so shameless to pull such a stunt!! This is inexcusable!"

"I.. Master—" Before Wukong could explain his rare innocence, Sanzang threw weak punches to his arm, which felt more like a massage than anything to the stone monkey.

"Stop it and listen for Buddha's sake!" He hissed, grabbing Sanzang's wrists firmly.

"As much as I appreciate the high regard you put me in, I do not have the abilities to either enter your dreams or manipulate them." He clarified, slowly loosening his grip.

Tang's face was now a rich scarlet colour for wrongly accusing his first disciple.

"So... you were dreaming of... me?" Wukong questioned, his interest peaked.

"That's outrageous! I would never..." he muttered, looking to the side.

"You spoke in your sleep. You were... moaning... my name..." Wukong described.

If it were even possible, Tang felt his face getting even hotter, as if he's caught a serious disease. It was like things were getting worse and worse by the second, even when he thought things couldn't possibly be worse than whatever point he was at! He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, not knowing what else he could say to redeem himself.