Erasing You

Chapter 3

He has never been this comfortable before, he nuzzled into his pillow. The sweet scent of peaches filled his nose, the soft heartbeat played in three of his ears. His brows furrowed and his eyes shot open,  the first thing he noticed was orange fur. His mind started to race as he did his best to remember last night. 

He remembered being at the bar with Iron Fan and Meiying. He remembered venting to them, listening to their stories and laughing. He felt better after being able to talk to them about that asshole who still hasn't returned his calls. Before he couldbget angry again he remembered the monkey demon coming up to him, he didn't remember their entire conversation but he remembered how he felt.

Like he was on cloud 9, like there was no one in that bar but him and this monkey. His body started to relax as he focused on the heart beat under his ears. It was a soft rythm that oddly brough him comfort.

"Liu'er are you awake?"

Macaque flinched a bit "y-yea.....I'm awake."

"How are you feeling? Sick? Does anything hurt?" He felt claws start to gently rake through his fur. It felt so good, a soft purr started to rumble in his chest.

"M-my head hurts a bit and I'm nauseous."

"If you want i can make you some coffee and get you some medicine?"

Macaque could of sworn his heart skipped a small beat. It wasn't the first time a guy was nice to him but they usually had a motive. He sounded genuine, a sweetness on his voice that rang in Macaque's ears that told him he actually cared. The shadow couldn't even stop the tip of his tail from thumping happily against the bed.

"I would appreciate that."

"I'll make breakfast for us to" Wukong started to shift and slide out from under the obsidian monkey.

He was super careful with the shadow monkey which made him even happier. He nuzzled into one of his pillows as his eye followed the orange monkey. None of his bed warmers offered to make breakfast or care for him and Macaque would be lying if he said it wasn't a turn on. He felt his stomach twist with need, his thighs clenched a bit. Maybe he should be concerned it didn't take much to get him wet. This is also probably why Iron Fan likes to tease him and call him a whore.

"How do you like your coffee?" Wukong's voice rang in his ears, he wanted to drown in the sound of his voice.

"Light cream and two tablespoons of sugar" Macaque released his pillow and decided to check in on the monkey. 

He slid out of the bed and slowly made his way to his small kitchen area. It wasn't much but it had a bit of counter space, a stove/oven, decent cabinet space, a microwave, coffee maker and a fridge. It filled his basic needs. 

Wukong was working at the stovetop, whatever he was making smelled heavenly and made the shadow's stomach growl. He moved quietly, sneaking up perfectly behind the orange monkey. He wrapped his arms around the monkey's waist and tried peeking over the king's shoulder. He was a bit shorter then the orange monkey, much to his annoyance, so his nose rested on the king's shoulder.

A smile made it's way to Wukong's face as he felt his moon hug him "does it smell enticing?"

"Oh absolutely~" Macaque purred "i love a man who can cook."