Erasing You

Chapter 2

He shouldn't be doing this, he should head back home. No one had to know he was here, no one had to know this happened. He could live his life in blissful ignorance. Queue up another marathon of his favorite animated series and curl up with his monkey's. He could spend his time grooming them or making sure they don't get into his secret stash of peach chips. He could be doing anything else! But no, he was doing this.

He hopped along the branch of the oak tree, moving closer to the window. Even if he made a noise that caught the monkey's attention, he wouldn't suspect a bird stalking him. He was just a cute innocent bird curiously staring through a window and watching everything the black monkey did.......he wasn't creepy or obsessed. 

This had become a ritual for him now, he was busy during the day with Mk and his monkey's so night was the only time he could watched the shadow demon. It's been three month's since he started this and the demon was none the wiser to his actions, not that he knew who the monkey king was anymore or that he could do this. His little eyes followed the demon around as he moved through his apartment, he had just finished dinner and was cleaning up. It made the king smile as Macaque washed the dishes, he was always a bit of a clean freak.

The shadow demon was the whole reason Wukong's home was always organized in the past, now his home was a chaotic mess. Mk called him a hoarder and the kid might have a point. If Macaque saw how his hime was now he would have freaked out, well at least the Macaque that remembered him would.

Monkey king snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the phone ringing. The apartment itself looked nice but the walls were thin which meant the king had no trouble hearing certain things. The only problen was when the shadow would talk, it was muffled so he couldn't make out words. 

The monkey picked up his phone and in a few seconds his mood shifted. His eyes brightened, he had a light pink blush on his cheeks and his tail swished around. The king's little bird eyes widened at the body language, he knew Macaque better then anyone. He especially knew how his body reacted to certain things. The king couldn't make out what the monkey was saying but the tone he was using was flirty with a seductive undertone. Talon's dug into the branch as his blood began to boil, no one but him could make the obsidian monkey act like this. He refused to believe the demon could fall for any one else.

Yet here he was, the shadow laying back on his bed talking to some stranger. Wukong could only imagine the dirty promises Macaque was making, promises he used to make the king. He could be an absolute vixen when he wanted to, Wukong was often putty in the shadow's hands when it came to the bedroom. The shadow's moans still haunted his fantasies to this day.

Sudden movement caught the king's attention as Macaque moved to check himself over in the mirror next to his bed. He was fixing his fur and Wukong's stomach twisted as the shadow went to change his clothes. Surely he wasn't meeting some one, right? Maybe he was just getting in his pajamas and heading to bed early. It wasn't that unheard of, when Macaque had a long day at the theatre he worked at he would head to bed early. His hope for that died when the monkey came out in an outfit that clung to his body showing off every curve. The king felt his mouth water a bit, the sleeveless purple turtle neck the monkey wore showed off the perfect cut of his muscles while also showing the dipped curve of his hips. The black pants he wored hugged him tight like leggings but must of been thicker material since the king noticed they weren't even slightly see through.

Wukong wanted this to be for him, he wanted to be the one Macaque was dressing up for. He wanted to be the one whose hand's explored the body hidden underneath that fabric. He wanted to devour the shadow in a heated kiss that would take the beings breath away and make his legs turn to putty. To pull him down onto the bed and drown in every moan as he devoured his mate. To hear the shadow beg and cry as his tongue lavished his delicious dripping heat. He wanted to feel Macaque's warmth wrapped around his cock again and watched the shadow helplessly fuck himself on the king.