I don’t need a partner

by C4ndy_p1ush

Summary:

Mafia au

Macaque is a long time mafia member and wukong is the dumb rookie assigned to him as his new partner.

They hate each other, macaque spends all of his time making wukongs life hell, until, they slowly begin realising their more similar then they thought. Both share similar traumas and problems, and after a long painful experience finally open up to one another and find comfort in each other.

Or

Toxic Yaoi, abusive relationship, two fucked up idiots that are terrible at this but want to love each other anyway.

Chapter 1

Macaque let the rain fall down on him, soaking through his expensive jacket, ruining his freshly polished shoes, washing the blood away from his bruised knuckles.

He scoffed, plucking the now soaked cigarette out of his mouth with annoyance, tossing it to the bloody puddle in front of him with dismay.

"You're buying me a new pack"

The ginger glances hazily at the ruined cigarette, barely able to hear a word over the loud buzzing in his ears. Blood pouring from his nose and mouth.

Macaque rolls his eyes, waving a hand towards the group of smartly dressed men. One quickly runs over, holding an umbrella out for the monkey as he begins to step away.

"Someone call him a cab, I don't want him dirtying up the limo"

It's the last thing wukong hears before everything goes dark, the pain folding over into an unpleasant nothing.

 

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"You called for me boss?"

Macaque steps into the expensively decorated office, plucking his hat from his head and holding it to his chest as the door is closed behind him.

"Ah, Macaque. My best man, you couldn't have come a tad earlier?"

Macaque looks up at the individual, glancing idly at the many green snakes moving aimlessly around his head, non seeming to pay much attention to him. His eyes trail down to his pale green skin, odd scales littered across in random patches like stains on a kitchen towel.

"Something came up. Couldn't be helped"

His excuse is brief and unbothered, raising the black pork pie from his chest and placing it back on his head.

"I called for you two hours ago. And when I call for someone, I expect them to arrive at once"

The man taps his desk impatiently, glaring at Macaque as the small heads surrounding his head like hair begin to look towards the monkey.

Macaque stands straight, hands clasped behind his back, biting down his growing annoyance and attempting to calm his next words.

"Right. Or course. My apologies, it won't happen again"

The words come out easier then the first. He's lost count of how many times he's spewed the same bullshit excuse for the boss.

The snake like man pauses a moment, squinting his eyes at the monkey like a man lost his glasses. He grips the edge of the desk for a moment, hand faltering for just a moment, then relaxing.

"Right, well we all make mistakes, don't we?"

A classic smile quickly crosses his lips, any sign of irritation washed away within an instant. Macaque could scoff.

"Anyway, we have business to discuss"

The man clicks his fingers in the air, and Macaque can hear movement from the other side of the door situated behind the man.

He glanced towards the door for a moment, expecting to see someone in cuffs appear with a bloody broken face.

It's the bosses "waiting room". In short, a place to store unwanted attention for periods of time till you can find something to do with them. So, when a smartly dressed, unharmed ginger monkey steps out with two guards he is more then just a little surprised.

His eyes widened for just a second, then soften back to their uncaring, unreadable expression.

"Macaque, I'd like you to meet out organisations newest member. Wukong"

Macaque glanced back at the man, and the ginger smiled at him raising a hand to give a faint wave.

"Pleasure to meet you"

His voice is soft and cheerful, hearing it now felt like sugar sprinkled on burnt toast. It didn’t make any sense.

Macaque barely glances at him, giving a faint nod of recognition and turning back to the boss.

"Why am I here?"

He doesn't feel like dancing around the issue, doesn't feel like parenting to play nice. He never has.

Wukong seems a little thrown up, his smile falling ever so slightly as he looks back at the monkey confused. And the snake seemed to sigh annoyingly, as if dealing with a rude child.

"Manners Macaque. I have told you about this many times?"

Macaque stares at him and dose not bother giving an answer, simply waiting for him to continue.

Once the boss realises this, he gives another sighed, then gestures to the ginger behind him.

"Wukong here is going to be your new partner. Id like you to show him a round and explain how our operations works so he can get a grasp on things"

Macaque feels his tail stiffen, his eyes twitch and his gaze is now fixed harshly on the ginger in front of him. Wukong just smiles back at him nervously, clearly sweating under his suit.

"... Umm... I hope we can get along... partner?"

Macaque tenses up at the word, eyes glaring even harder at the ginger. Maybe if he stars hard enough, he can burn a hole straight through his skull.

"... Sir, with all do respect. I am fully capable of operating on my own. I do not need a partner"

His words came out cold and bitter, his eyes finally giving up on their attempt to assassinate the ginger and turning back to the man sat in-front of him.

The snake haired man clicked his tongue, glancing up at the monkey with nothing short of amusement.

"Now now Macaque. It is company policy to work with a partner. It helps efficiency and allows everyone to stay safe. Two is better then one as they say?"

Macaque balled his fists up, nails digging tightly into his palms as he attempted to keep some composure.

"I understand that, but would assigning me a rooky really be the best course of action? Your aware of the kind of jobs I often take on. Wouldn't it be safer to assigned him with someone more on his league?"

The man smirked at that, just for a second. And that smirk sent a shiver down Macaques spine.

"Ah yes, there's the catch. In sight of wukongs inexperience I am going to be assigning you much more laid-back jobs for the next few months. Just to ensure both of your safety as you adjust"

Macaque's eyes flared at that, tail flicking out of place as he grits his teeth. He was losing his composure.

"Laid back? What does that mean? What kind of jobs are you having me do?"

The man glared at Macaque, eyes scanning over his body for a moment as he examined Macaques misconduct. The monkey seemed to realise his own actions, and quickly made an attempted to whined himself back in.

"... Just some easier jobs. Investigations, interrogations. Trivial things to help wukong here adjust. You understand?"

Macaque eyes narrowed.

"Sorry to be blunt, boss. But those jobs don’t earn even half the money that my current ones do?"

He was losing his patience, his composure, his control. He could feel the ground slipping out from under him like a rug being pulled. And he had that sickening reminder that this man owned that rug and could pull it out and roll it back up whenever he so chose to.

"Yes, yes I know, but there will be two of you now which always increases pay. And it will only last a few months, ones Wukong's adjusted the two of you will be earning far more money than you ever have. Which should make up for it"

Macaque stayed silent for a moment. He could feel his blood bubbling from under his flesh, his spine tingling with an all too familiar dread as the next question popped into his head. It had been years since he last asked. It felt humiliating to have to.

"... And my debt?”

The air seemed to stagnate at his words, the room quieting down. It felt as if the whole building stopped moving the moment those words left his lips.

His so-called boss glanced up with a look of pity.

"Oh, apologies I hadn't realise that was a point of concern! I assumed it wouldn’t e an issue, my mistake. Well, if your truly worried about that I suppose I can lower your payments for a short while, just till your back to normal if it eases your nerves. Let's say... 10%? And you can pay that extra back after Wukong's adjusted. Sound fair?"

Macaques tail dropped to the ground between his legs, withholding from the urge to curl around his leg. He tilted his head down slightly, his thoughts too heavy for his shoulders to hold up. His chest felt tight, his mouth felt dry. He knew exactly what was happening, what he was doing, and how utterly unfair it was... But what could he do?

"Of course... Thank you sir, that's very generous of you..."

There was a painful surrender in those words, a surrender that set his fur on fire. But he kept his head down, accepting the humiliating loss of this fight, and hating the way that man smiled triumphantly in his glow of victory.

"Splendid! Right then, take wukong with you and show him around the building, I'll give you the rest of the day off to do so. You'll get your first job tomorrow morning"

And with that he waved them off. Completely unfazed by the tornado he had just set free into Macaques world.

 

"Sooo... This is your place... our place?"

Macaque didn't give so much as a grunt, walking straight towards the mini fridge in the corner as wukong walked inside.

"You can sleep there" he said, pointing towards a large black leather couch situation in the middle of the room, facing towards a large flat screen tv mounted on the right-side wall in front of the door.

Wukong stepped further inside, almost mesmerised by his surroundings, looking at the large fancy looking apartment. It actually wasn't that bad all things considered. At the far end of the room was a large window covering the entire wall, looking out at the street bellow, they were on the third story, so it gave a pleasant view. And it opened to a small balcony.

In the corner beside the door to the balcony was a small twin sized bed pushed against the glass, it felt vaguely out of place, like macaque had shoved it there randomly instead of in a proper place for a bed. Beside it, where a nightstand would be was a mini fridge, with various junk stacked on top.

Next to the door to the left was a small kitchen area, separated from the rest of the room by the black and white tiled flooring that broke off into black carpet with red little dots all over that looked like stains. The kitchen itself wasn’t too shabby either, a black stone island in the middle, matching black cupboards and draws along the wall, a stove a sink and a large fridge at the end.

Along the left side wall were two doors, he assumed one was for a bathroom and wasn’t so sure about the other, an office perhaps.

Wukong turned back to watch his partner pull a beer from the mini fridge, taking a moment to examine him along with the room. Most of his outfit consisted of blacks and purples and seemed decently expensive. A black worsted wool jacket with matching dress pants. A violet silk vest underneath with a matching violet silk tie, and a black dress shirt underneath. He worse an expensive black alessandria rasato hat with a purple hat band. There was a silver stud in his right eyebrow, and his ears had several random studs and hoops, all in silver. His left wrist had a silver Rolex watch, and his hands were decorated with various silver rings. Everything matched well and all seemed of high quality, even his boots which wukong was only just realising where tuccipolo black leather boots.

Wukong himself was in a simple black and white Ermenegildo Zegn custom suit. Not exactly cheap but not what he would usually go for from the brand.

Macaque stood, beer held in his tail as he reached into the inside of his jacket, pulling out a box of cigarettes and a cheap plastic lighter, a stark contrast to everything else about him, and quickly lit himself a cigarette, blowing the awful smoke out into the apartment.

Wukong felt himself cringe at the sight, watching smoke rise to the ceiling and spread out into the small space.

“Umm, shouldn’t you go outside for that? The smoke will ruin the room”

He suggested, gesturing towards the door not even two feet away from macaque that led to a perfectly good balcony. Macaque glanced towards it, taking a beer out of his tail and holding it up.

“Hmm... Can I give you a tip?”

Wukong titled his head, watching those same cold dead eyes wonder back to him. He gave a small nod, standing still as macaque began to take a step towards him.

He stood just a few inches away from the monkey, looking up into his eyes. Both could not help noting the height difference, macaques head only reached the top of wukongs eyebrows, forcing him to tilt his neck back when so close to him. He held the cigarette in his mouth, staring up at him for a moment, like he was reading him. Then raised a hand and plucked the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing out a fresh puff of smoke directly into the ginger's eyes.

He squinted, scrunching his nose up and leaning back slightly to avoid the smoke attack, it smelled terrible, burning his nostrils. They were clearly cheap cigarettes, he wouldn’t be surprised if they were the cheapest ones he could find from how bad the smoke was.

“I may be your partner, but we ain’t equals. Ok?”

Wukong looked at him, watching the monkey tilt his head with this almost bored expression on his face.

“You, are basically an infant. A little boy in a world full of grown ups, and littles boys do not get to tell me what to do”

He poked the centre of wukongs chest with his finger, clews catching in fabric, cigarettes clasped in his hand letting smoke rise into his face.

“You will keep you mouth shut unless I tell you to. You will stay still unless I tell you too. You will not breathe unless I tell you too. You refer to me as sir, boss, commander, or damn master if I tell you to and you will fucking do it with a smile on your face. Do I make myself clear?”

He pulled his finger away, wukong could feel a lingering in print in his chest from the sensation and watched as macaque raised the cigarette to his mouth to take another puff.

“To put it bluntly. Rookies ain’t shit, no one gives a damn about you until you prove your worth it. And until then you're this organisations bitch. So, act like it”

He blew another puff of smoke out and finally paused to let wukong speak. Glaring at him with that same unfazed expression.

Wukong paused for a moment, processing what the monkey had just told him. His face didn’t move, looking down at him blankly. And then, he smiled.

“Right. Of course. I understand… sir”

His teeth were grit tightly together as he spoke, his smile too wide for his face. Macaque new that expression well, too well.

He scoffed, beginning to walk away towards the bed.

“I’ll show you round in a sec, make yourself at home”

And with that he flopped onto the bed, popping his beer open with his claw and beginning to take large gulps of the drink. Wukong just stood there for a moment, finally getting a feel for this guy… he hated him.

 

“Ok, just to recap. Keep your mouth shut, eyes down and hands behind your back. Unless I say otherwise, got it? Your just here to watch, so don’t go getting in my way”

Macaque spoke coldly, as usual, cigarettes poking out of his mouth as they both stepped out of the limo, moonlight shining down on them. Despite what the boss had told them, he had decided to throw a fresh job at them that very evening.

“It just popped up and I think it would be perfect for you two!”

He had said with far too much glee. Only worsening macaques' poor headache.

It was a simple job, just checking in on some “customers.” Easy enough.

They showed up outside of a large apartment complete on the side of the road around midnight, clouds glooming over head threatening to rain down on them. Both were dressed in the same attire they had met in and began walking towards the complex without a word.

Macaque had his hands tucked in his pocket, scanning the bottom floor doors till he saw the right number, and walked over with wukong stood close behind, watching as he knocked his silver ring against the wood three times.

After a moment of noise and shuffling a small women opened the door, looking up at them both with a growing sense of dread.

“Hi ma’am, is a mister Bustom home currently?”

Macaque gives this friendly smile, lowering his hands back down to his pockets as the women looks between them nervously, then back into the home.

“Honey who is it?”

A man began to approach, a can of cork in his hand as he walked over with a smile. A smile that quickly dropped when he saw who it was.

“Hi, are you Mr Bustom?”

He seemed to shiver at the words, looking between both monkeys with an anxious expression.

“i- yes I am- Your- are you here for the money?”

Macaques smile widened slightly, tail swishing behind him in a friendly manner.

“Yes, I do apologise to bother you at such a late hour, but my boss sent me out to collect some late fees? I promise once I have the money we will be out of your hair”

Wukong felt a little thrown off by macaque polite manner. He had spent half the day with him and only been met with rudeness, arrogance, and the cold shoulder. This felt like a different person. But he supposed everyone is like that at work, you put on a mask for customer service sake. It’s just part of the job?

The man looked at macaque nervously, his wife backing up behind him with a timid expression.

“I-i... Is there any chance you could ask your boss to give me a little more time?”

Macaque seemed to pause at his words, standing still with that same polite smile on his face as he thought the question over.

“Sorry if I am mistaken. But this is the fourth time you’re requesting extra time. Correct?”

He took a small step closer, nothing big, nothing anyone even noticed really. But it was still a step closer, a step into preparation.

The man seemed to comically gulp, sweat beginning to bead down his forehead.

“Yes- I know its bad, but I promise I can get you the money, it's just been a little tight lately with the newborn and I haven’t been able to pick up the new business enough yet. Just give me a month and I promise I’ll have your money- no double it even!”

The man tries to negotiate, giving a crude, fake business smile at the monkey. Wukong couldn’t help noticing one word, newborn. Taking a second look at the women, it made sense, she looked unwell, or tired, fragile even. The home behind them seemed messy but when he looked closely enough, he could see small things like bottles and diapers.

He knew they were here for a debt, but come on, a newborn? How could you expect anyone with a new child to have their shit together. Of course they paid up yet. Wukong felt a little relived, glancing to macaque as he waited for the inevitable understanding.

“Sorry but your personal issues don’t associate with our companies' policies”

... What?

“I am afraid if I return empty handed, I will be in some trouble. So, I am going to need you to pay up now if that’s all right?”

That cheerful polite voice had lowered into something colder, blunter, threatening. Something that made Wukong’s fur stand on ends.

The man in front of them stiffened at his words, looking around anxiously.

“I-i... C’mon man, can’t you cut me a break? I don’t... I don’t have the money, I barely have enough money to buy food let alone pay off my debt... please just give me a little more time?”

Wukong felt his hands tense up behind him, watching the back of macaque's head with this awful bubbling anxiety in his chest.

Give him a break. Just give him a break, please

Or course, thoughts can only get you so far. And without even so much as a warning the man was on the ground, shouting out in pain as blood gushed from his now crooked nose, and macaque stood over him.

“Get it”

He spoke and with a click of his fingers three men left the limo and rushed past them inside the home, pushing the now sobbing women to the side. Wukong watched in a daze as the three men began rushing around the small apartment room, ransacking the place while the women stood of to the corner sobbing into her hands and the man tried standing up, shouting at them to stop. But then macaque approached.

One harsh kick across the face and he was back on the ground, cussing out as a tooth went flying across the floor. Macaque just quietly walked over, squatting down in front of the man, and calmly plucking the cigarette from his mouth and blowing the smoke out.

“I do apologise Mr Bustom. But I am afraid my boss's patience has run thin. You understand?”

He puffed another large drag or smoke, slowly standing up.

“We will be taking whatever we can to pay off your debt. And if we do not find enough, we will be back tomorrow to collect the rest. Id suggest you find a way to make that money by then, if you don’t want your family getting involved”

As he spoke, he slowly eyed the women in the corner, now crouched down with her knees to her chest, covering her face and sobbing harshly, begging them to stop. There were crashes and smashing in the background, the men shoving shelves to the ground and just utterly trashing the room. It was obvious how little they were really concerned with finding a way to pay this debt, and more concerned about making an example.

A moment later the room filled with high pitched wailing. The sounds of a distressed infant filled the air and quickly made everyone holt in place.

“… you mentioned a newborn, didn’t you?”

There are no words to describe the expression that man made, the look of pure unbridled terror as his child was put into this mess. The women to the side began shrieking, and they watched as she suddenly bolted almost anomalistically towards another room, towards the crying.

Wukong could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his ears started ringing and he could feel sweat building up in his fur. Everything felt slow, quiet, the whole world seemed to still and the only remote thing wukong could truly focus on was the slow step macaque began taking towards that room. He couldn’t. He could not do this. He could, so easily. But he couldn’t let him.

Macaque stilled, halting in place as his eyes widened.

“… what are you doing?”

Wukongs stared at the monkey's head, eyes sharp and dangerous with a kind of anger he rarely experienced. His hand was placed firmly on his shoulder, claws digging ever so slightly into the cotton there and pricking at the furry skin underneath.

“I think that’s enough… don’t you think?”

He flexed his hand slightly, his grip tightening. If he really wanted, he could break the man’s shoulder with ease. But he wouldn’t do that now, not unless he felt it was necessary.

Macaque lingered for a moment, like he was trying to process what was happening. Like he was evaluating this miss calculation. Like he was trying to understand the monkey's actions.

“… right. Of course,”

Macaque turned his head towards the ape with that same smile he’d given the man earlier, a smile he finally realised had nothing to do with customer service.

“We should be on our way. It’s clear there is no money here to speak off, so there is no point overstaying our welcome”

He clicked his fingers again and the three men began making there way out of the room, carefully stepping around them. Wukong glared at macaque a moment longer, eyes fixed on that oh so pleasant smile. Then sighed, slowly letting go of his shoulder.

“Sorry for the trouble. We’ll be back tomorrow to pick up your debt. Give my regards to your wife”

Macaque waved his hand as he walked out, wukomg trailing behind. He glanced back at the man briefly, watching him try to sit up despite the blood pouring from his face. He looked shattered, horrified, scared. Like he was completely helpless, staring back at them like his entire world had just shattered.

Wukong slowly closed the door, it was the least he could do.

Macaque took another puff of his cigarette as they walked towards the car, the three men standing by the car, but not opening the door for them like thy should be.

“What the fuck was that!? That was completely uncalled for!”

Wukong couldn’t hold it in any longer. He’d felt sick watching that, he still felt sick. Staring at the monkey in front of him as he turned towards wukong with a look of pure boredom.

“Oh. Was it now?”

He asked softly, letting wukongs walk up to him angrily.

“What was the point of that!? He didn’t have your fucking money so why-”

A second later wukong felt a harsh punch across his jaw and was stumbling back from the impact. He let out a shout, then stumbled back on his feet and held his face in pain, groaning loudly at the harsh attack, and realising those rings weren’t just for show.

“I thought I had explained this already, but perhaps I hadn’t made myself clear enough. My mistake”

Wukong looked back at him, about to shout. But the moment his eyes locked on the M1911 pistol held just inches away from his face, macaques finger hovering over the trigger. Wukomg felt all the colour drain from his face, his heart stop in his throat and his life flash before his eyes. He’d never seen a gun before, never, and now there was a loaded one just inches from his face, his eyes looking right down the barrel.

“You wanna know what pisses me off the most?”

Wukong couldn’t speak, his mouth felt dry, and he couldn’t swallow no matter how hard he tried. All he could do was stare, tail beginning to shake by his feet.

“When fucks like you think, they can hope to hold a candle to someone like me”

He pulled the gun back, twisting it in his hand and quickly smashing the bottom of the handle right into the side of Wukong’s skull, directly into his temple and knocking him straight into the pavement. He let out a shout, gripping his head and trying to brace himself at the same time, a harsh ringing beginning to buzz in his ears from the impact.

“you’re n o t h i n g. A fucking baby in a world of monsters that want to eat you alive. And you have the fucking nerve to speak up to me?”

This cold, unfeeling laugh rasps out of his throat, as if the sight of wukong is so alien it amuses him. Despite this, it seems his amusement won’t give the ape any leg of mercy, as he feels a harsh kick to the ribs, and tumbles over, wincing.

“What? You thought you could just tell me how it it and id bow my head to you like a fucking prince? News flash buddy, that’s not how the real-world work”

He gave him another harsh kick across the face, and this time wukong really did cry out, bringing both hands up to cover his face in fear and trying to curl in on himself to protect anything vital.

“My god, this is the sickest fucking joke that assholes ever played on me. Signing me up with a pussy nobody like you. Forcing me to be the one to train you into obedience or kill you for the trouble. God what was he thinking”

He scoffs, clearly irritated with the situation. There was a drawn-out silence, nothing but Wukong’s harsh breaths and soft pained groans. And then rain.

Trickled of rain fall around them, slow at first, but slowly beginning to pick up into something harsh. The loud beading of water drops filling the air around them.

“... Let me get this straight. Wukong.”

For some reason, hearing his name is more frightening than anything else this man has done to him.

“Your fuck-all. Ok? You don’t have a say, or an opinion. You don’t have anything, except for what we give you, and right now I am giving you a lesson. This place will eat you alive and spit you back out without a thought, and if you don’t wanna wind up dead in a river somewhere then take my advice”

He squats down beside wukong, reaching down and grabbing a fistula of hair, yanking him up despite his wincing protest, and looks him in the eye coldly.

“Do as you’re told. And don’t speak up. E v e r. Or I promise I will put you down like the sick mutt you are”

Wukong wants to protect, spit back at him to fuck off. But he can’t, not while looking at that face. Something about it, something about that expression, that face, those eyes. He’d never noticed, not till now, but there was something deeply wrong with it. Something twisted, and damaged. Something wukong knew he should never ever try to argue with.

Macaque brought a second fist up, and wukongs was knocked back to the ground again, wincing at that second blow. Macaque slowly stood up, and without another word, began pumbling wukong within an inch of his life. No more words were needed, the lesson had sunk in as much as it could with words, now he just had to drive it home.

 

Macaque let the rain fall down on him, soaking through his expensive jacket, ruining his freshly polished shoes, washing the blood away from his bruised knuckles.

He scoffed, plucking the now soaked cigarette out of his mouth with annoyance, tossing it to the bloody puddle in front of him with dismay.

"You're buying me a new pack"

The ginger glances hazily at the ruined cigarette, barely able to hear a word over the loud buzzing in his ears. Blood pouring from his nose and mouth.

Macaque rolls his eyes, waving a hand towards the group of smartly dressed men. One quickly runs over, holding an umbrella out for the monkey as he begins to step away.

"Someone call him a cab, I don't want him dirtying up the limo"

It's the last thing wukong hears before everything goes dark, the pain folding over into an unpleasant nothing.

Chapter 2

Summary:

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Notes:

It's been acting weird and glitching so I'm just deleting the new chapters and reposting them. Enjoy

“Feel so different 다른 시야, 다른 공기, 우린 지금 하늘 위를 걷고 있지 Feel the difference 우린 매일 놀고먹지, 부러우면 지는 게임 누가 이길까”

Wukong slowly stepped into the apartment, ears flicking at the sound of music. His nose filled with the sent of freshly cooked eggs, bacon and that disgusting cigarette smoke. He walked in and was met with the sight of his partner standing at the kitchen stove, swaying side to side and humming to the music happily, cigarette hanging out of his lips.

“Welcome back”

His words were dull but not harsh, just a brief welcome before continuing with his task. Wukong just stood there aimlessly for a moment, looking at Macaque with this distant stare are you watched the ape cook.

Avocado toast. Of course, classic breakfast choice. The toast was already set on a plate, and it seemed he was making eggs to go on top. Scrambled eggs, with cut up pieces of bacon mixed in with it and salt and pepper. The smell filled the air as a nice contrast to that awful cigarette smoke. When he looked again, he realises that wasn’t the only thing he had made. The other slice of toast had smoked salmon and red onions on top.

Wukong watched him place the egg bacon mix on top of the free piece of bread, smiling to himself as he set the pot down in the sink and reached for the salt and pepper.

Music continued in the background, from what he noticed was a small Bluetooth speaker placed on top of the fridge, most likely connected to his phone. Macaques tail swayed from side to side in rhythm with the music, occasionally giving a little wiggle to a particular beat, His humming continuing. He was fairly certain this song was called Citylove? A mixture of Korean and English that blended together to make a pleasant tune.

Macaque occasionally sang along with the lyrics, mumbling the words under his breath. Wukong was surprised he could say understand any of it, he himself couldn’t understand a word of the lyrics, he wondered if Macaque could speak both English and Korean? Perhaps that was part of the job, to some degree. He glanced down at the expensive silk pajamas, purple with black outlining, a button up top and baggy pants.

The whole sight was so strangely domestic. Wukong watched, just a man making himself breakfast with a little music to keep him company. He looked so calm, peaceful, majestic if you want to take it that far.

If it wasn’t for the fact this man had broken his ribs the night before, he might have even found it pleasant.

“... Thats it?”

Wukongs voice is shaky, looking at the man with a despondent gaze. He’d speak more clearly if he could, but he is missing serval teeth, and his jaw is fractured. Making speech a bit difficult.

Macaque glances up at him, taking a look over his body.

“Well, seems they patched you up pretty good”

Macaque gestures to Wukong’s many bandages. Not one limb on his body is free of some kind of medical attention. Legs and arms with bandaids, chest with tight bandages to help his fractures ribs stay in place, face covered in various bandages and bandaids to cover the many bruises and cuts. His left eye has a large white pad over it with white tape holding it in place to help cover his swollen black eye, his mouth is missing more then just a few teeth, which he was told could be replaced with fakes in the next week or so. His nose aches from the bone being out back in place and has a tight bandage placed over the top to keep it secure.

“You look like a damn mummy”

Macaque snickers as he wonders over to the couch, taking his phone from his pocket and turning the soft music off. He sits down, plate in hand and reaches for the remote.

“... Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Macaque glances up, seeing the clear rage in Wukong’s face. He doesn’t know what to do, how to handle this. He doesn’t even know what to say. He is so utterly mortified with what happened to him and cannot actually find a reasonable response to his situation. Should be yell? Scream? Attack him back? But he is in such bad shape and it’s more then obvious this man had no quorums about harming him. So, what is he supposed to do?

“Be glad that’s all you got. Lot of rookies get it a lot worse on there first day”

Wukong glanced at him, seeing the unamused expression on his face.

“Don’t expect that to be the only time either. You’ve got a good few months of beat downs like that ahead of you. Better get use to it or learn to shut your mouth”

Wukong grit his teeth but quickly had to abandon that when a jolt of pain hit him, making his eye twitch uncomfortably. Macaque smirked at the sight, not bothering to hide his glee at wukongs misery. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth and put it out in the ashtray that was conveniently placed on the glass coffee table, then put his feet up on the same sable.

“Cereals in the cupboard. If you want something else buy it, I don’t like sharing”

Wukomg glanced over at the cupboard, then down at macaque again. Macaque had all but abandoned any further conversation with him, turning the tv on and beginning to eat his toast while watching the screen, not a care in the world. It was infuriating.

“… not hungry”

He began walking towards the bathroom, far to exhausted to out up with any more of this insanity. He’d had a long day.

“Oh, boss wants to see you later. I’ll take you to his office in like… two hours? So just hold tight till then”

Wukong hesitated for a moment, hand hovering over thr bathroom door.

“… did you talk to him?”

He wondered if the boss new about their night, about the job, about his discipline. Maybe he could get macaque in trouble, complain. Surly he’d have to do something?

“Uhuh, you have to give the boss a briefing after most jobs or draft a report. I spoke to him about everything, said he wanted to talk to you about you misconduct”

Wukong flinched at that. his misconduct? What about macaque?

“And don’t bother trying to complain about it, he doesn’t care”

He didn’t even bother turning his head as he said it, just reaching for the remote again and turning the volume up without another word. Wukong stared at thr back of his head for a moment longer. Then just quietly opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, locking it behind him.

He stood in that empty bathroom for a moment, taking in the room. A small square room, toilet on the right wall closest to the door, a small sink next to it with a large mirror above it, and the entire furthest wall was one large shower. The floors and walls were all black tiled, the toilet a sort of grey colour along with the sink. Grey small rugs lay on the ground in front of the shower, sink and toilet, made of rather fluffy material. The epitome of luxury.

Wukong wondered over to the sink, standing in front of it and taking a look in the mirror. His reflection stared back at him, beaten and tired. His suit was stained with blood, scuffed, and rather trashed, he was a little relieved he hadn’t worn his best suit, and ruined a random lower quality one instead.

It only took a few more second of staring at that sad reflection for him to finally let go. Crashing to his knees in a heap and looking down at the ground, expression twisted into something fearful.

“… what did I get myself into…”

This was far worse than anything he had imagined, far worse than anything he could have predicted. He thought it would be simple, a small debt he could pay off in no time. But this? This wasn’t a company, or a business or an organisation. This wasn’t legal. This was something shady, something cruel and twisted, a place where men go to disappear, never to be heard of again.

“… how the fuck did I get into the mafia?”

He felt stupid, insanely so. I mean who on earth winds up in a mafia by accident? Who signs that contract with a stupid grin on their face, utterly oblivious to the hell they’ve just agreed to? And why had it taken being beaten shitless to realise that’s where he was?

“That woman… that fucking women”

He grit his teeth, ignoring the pain this time as he held his head, almost shaking with rage.

 

“Wukong! Wukong dear!”

The monkeys ear twitches, turning his head uncomfortably to tree and see where the voice is coming from. He sees a pair of bright red high heels come into view, the rest of the body obscured by the car above him. He groans, placing the rench down on the ground and moving his hands above his head, pushing them on the floor, and rolling out from under the car.

“Ma? That you?”

His voice is filled with surprised, finally sitting up and whipping the oil off his face with the grey towel around his neck. He glanced up and sees a monkey standing there, fur a bright orangey red colour, clean and groomed, almost shining. She wore a tight bright red dress, red heels and pearls around her neck and wrists, holding a red handbag to go with her dress. Her lipstick and eyeshadow matched the red of her clothes, but that beauty was ruined by the tears smudging and ruining her make up, streaming black down her face.

“Ma! Are you ok!? What happened!”

Wukomg jumped up from his spot, rushing to the women’s side and attempting to console her, but hesitating to touch worrying he may stain her expensive outfit with the grease and oil covering his body. But she doesn’t seem to care, much to his shock, and leans her head on his shoulder, sobbing into his chest.

“Oh, wukong honey, your father, he’s- he’s in trouble”

Wukongs face went pale, moving his hands up to hug the shorter women.

“Trouble? What do you mean? What’s going on with dad?”

The women sniffled a little, pushing back and looking up at him with a grim expression.

“I... your father he… he made a mistake, it was an accident we didn’t think- we didn’t know who we were dealing with! It-it’s just- “

The women began rambling incoherently about making a mistake and being in trouble and wukong could barely understand a word of it, holding her as he continued to cry about how dreadful things where.

“Ma ma please calm down, it’s ok. I’m not gonna be mad just please tell me what happened so I can help?”

She looked up at him, expression still grim, like she was unsure if she could trust him. But after a moment she relaxed a little, looking down guiltily.

“Well… the business wasn’t doing so good. After recent… accusations things were starting to sink, and your father started to panic so he... he tried to take out a loan. We figured if we could buy out that other company and take in their profit things would be fine and we could pay it back without a problem! But then they wouldn’t let us buy out the company, so we tried investing it in other areas of the business, hoping to fix things but it wasn’t working as well as we hoped. Before we knew it our debt was due, and we didn’t have nearly enough money to pay it back! We tried to reason with them but they- they-”

She quickly began sobbing again, breaking down in tears as she struggled to continue her story. Wukong began consoling her again, patting her back and trying to calm her down. After a moment he managed to get most of the details out of her, and it didn’t sound good.

His parents tried getting a large loan out from the bank, but because of there terrible credit score the bank wouldn’t let them. So they’d turned to more shady solutions, finding an organisation that was willing to give them the money and even give them a much larger deadline so they wouldn’t have to worry, the only catch was they had to pay all of it back at once instead of small payments overtime. And the other catch they were only just realising was if they didn’t pay up, things would become much more problematic than they thought, violent even.

Wukong was mortified when he heard, what kind of organisation can even do that? That couldn’t be legal. He suggested police but his mother insisted it was a bad idea, anyone able to give out that kind of money clearly had connections. It just wouldn’t work out. Which he unfortunately agreed.

“I know we haven’t been close, and me and your father haven’t been good to you over the years... but please, can you help us? We know you’ve got a good business going and we can’t afford this! Please I beg you, we will pay you back any way we can when the time comes but please!”

Wukong stood there, looking down at his mother with pity. It’s true, they’d never been close. He’d had to leave home the moment he turned 18, but they were still his parent. he didn’t want anything bad happening to them. And maybe this was a good time to finally mend things.

“Ma you don’t have to do anything. You're my parents of course I’ll help you guys out, and don’t even worry about paying me back”

The women looked up at him, a shocked expression on her face. Then she continued crying, reaching up and pulling her son down into a hug.

“Oh wukong, you have always been such a good boy. What did we do to deserve such a wonderful son?”

Those words had lit his heart up more then anything had in years. He hadn’t heard praise like that from his parent... ever. It felt out of character, but he was so overjoyed to hear it he hadn’t cared much and just hugged her back, smiling fondly. Maybe he’d finally have the family he had always wanted.

Unfortunately for wukong, he didn’t have the money either. He had his own company, one he had been building since he was 18 and had been running solid for a good 6 years. But he didn’t have 11779632.50 yuans. That was honestly an ungodly amount of money for anyone to have, it was borderline disgusting. But he did not want to argue with his parents about it, especially as he’d just gotten on their good side. So, he decided he’d attempted to negotiate with the people they had made this debt with, maybe he could cut a deal as an outside party.

Unfortunately, this plan had worked a little too well. He had managed get a meeting with the organisation's leader a few days later and tried to discuss the issue and request more time or shorter drawn-out payments like what most banks do. He would even take it on himself if he were worried his parents wouldn’t.

In response, the man had made him a much different offer. He could take on the debt for himself, and hand over 50% of all profits from his company to slowly help pay the debt off, while also working for their organisation to further help pay it off.

He’d still own his company, but so would this organisation, and someone from there would be helping to run it while he was working for them for the foreseeable future. Once the debt was payed, he could return to his company in pieces, his family would be left alone, and he could have to continue to pay 30% of all profits to them anyway. Which felt wrong but at this point he couldn’t argue.

So, he’d agreed, figuring their organisation was just a small business dealing with finance, like a bank. Sure, it was sketchy, but it couldn’t be that bad right?

Well, it was that bad. And he was only just realising it.

He felt like such a fool. He’d blinded trusted his parents in hopes for just a sliver of validation and this is where he’d ended up. What a fucking joke. And it’s not like they didn’t know, he knew his parents well enough to know they had done this on purpose, he’d seen them do similar time and time again. Use some crocodile tears to get pity and sympathy, then fuck the person over all because they made the sick mistake of wanting to help. It’s why he had left so many years ago, that environment was suffocating. But he’d never guessed they would do the same thing to him, to their own son...

He’d spent a while on that bathroom floor, dreading over his predicament. Trying to think of some kind of solution. He didn’t want to become a criminal, he couldn’t! Even if he got out of here eventually, he’d forever have this hanging over his head. He needed to find a way out, any way out.

But sitting on a bathroom floor wasn’t going to fix anything. Eventually he had managed to push himself up and wander over to the shower, groaning painfully at his broken body.

He’d spent a good hour in that shower, mind swimming with a dozen thoughts he couldn’t get a good grasp of. The hit water had been a small relief to his bruises luckily, and eventually he’d managed to get out, briefly rubbing himself down with a towel and throwing on his white button up and black dress pants, he didn’t have any other clothes to wear.

When he finally came out, macaque stood at the foot of his bed, just putting his jacket on over his waistcoat.

“Oh good. Here put this on”

Wukong jumped, a black bag suddenly being thrown at him,

“Not sure if it’ll fit but it’ll do for now. We’ll get you tailored later”

Wukong was surprised, looking at the bag to realise it had a cloth hook attached to the top, and inside was a new suit. He opened it up and looked inside, it was mostly black, but with spots of red like the tie and vest.

“… reds not really my colour?”

Wukong didn’t wear red often, if he did it was with white or yellow. He was much more of a yellow person then red, especially not red and black. But the look he got from macaque after saying that was enough to make him love red more then Buddha himself.

“It’s- it’s great! I love it. Thanks so much”

His voice was strained and clearly fearful. Macaque held his gaze for just a moment, then pulled it away, letting out an annoyed sigh.

“You’ll get to pick a colour later. Now cut the chit chat and put it in, boss wants to see you”

Wukong watched as macaque placed his hat on, checking himself in the reflection of the window for a moment. Then nodding to himself. Wukongs wandered back into thr bathroom, and after a moment came out wearing the new suit, clearly unhappy with it.

It was all black, besides the tie and waistcoat which were dark red. The hat was similar to macaques but worst quality, with a red hat band instead of a purple one. He kept his black dress shoes, despite their mild disrepair. The whole thing felt I Hru and uncomfortable, made of cheap materials clearly. He wandered if this was the mafias spare attire or something.

“Let’s go”

Macaque didn’t give him so much as a moment to check himself before heading to the door, leaving wukongs practically chasing after him to keep up. Great. What a great start to his second day.

Notes:

I'm not sure if I fixed the notification issue- but I think I did.

Maybe.

Chapter 3

Summary:

Long chapter

“you umm… called for me?”

Wukong pokes his head inside the office, looking towards the snake haired man sat at the desk.

“Oh, wukong. Don’t be shy, come in”

He waves his pen up and points it towards the chair in front of the desk, gesturing for wukong to come sit. He looks at him nervously, looking outside the door to see Macaque still stood there, leaning against the wall beside the office door and glaring at him, then using his eyes to gesture for wukong to go in.

He does, shutting the door behind him and walking over to the desk nervously, then taking a slow cautious seat.

“My, Macaque really has done a number on you hasn’t he? Though to be frank I was expecting something like this. He’s never been the type to play nice with new friends”

Wukong puts his hand in his lap and looks down at the desk quietly, his words making a shiver go up his spine. He’d known this would happen? Expected it? He really didn’t have an out to this did he.

“… so this was intentional?”

Wukong asked it with a shaking tone, glancing up with a mix of anger and anxiety. The man looks back at him, and his expression begins to darken. Up until now he’s always had that charming salesmen smile. But wukong watched that smile fall for the first time, his eyes turn serious and his expression grim. Those soft warm eyes suddenly felt like sharp ice piecing straight through him. It was startling. Wukong could suddnelyeel his palms sweating against his thighs, and had an urge to wipe them on his black dress pants.

“Wukong. What do you think this is? My organisation”

Wukong looked at him for a moment, that cold stare beaming down on him like hail. He felt a chill up his spine, trying to gulp without much success. What was happening?

“… the mafia?”

Wukong said it carefully, like testing the words on his tongue. Like testing if that was allowed. The man in front of him, those eyes, seemed to soften just a bit at his words. That gave him a weird sense of comfort and almost pride, like a child being rewarded for getting a math question right after guessing.

“That’s correct. Were you aware of that when you signed your contract?”

Wukong looked nervously at him, then shook his head, to anxious to speak much more then that. But it seemed to be enough.

“I figured. Wukong, to be frank, I don’t think I’ve ever come across someone so gullible and small minded in my life? I mean I’ve tricked some fools in the past but even they had some understanding of what they were getting into. And to be honest, if it wasn’t for your great wealth and species I wouldn’t have allowed someone so unreliable into my business”

Wukong almost winced at his words. He pushed himself back into his chair, trying to shrink in on himself as the man basically tore him apart verbally. A small part of him felt like arguing, trying to stand up for himself, but he already had an acute understanding of how that would end.

“This is why I partnered you up with Macaque. Because I knew within the first day he’d drive home just the type of place your in, and help you adjust quickly to how serious your situation actually is”

Wukong grit his teeth, and again was reminded of the pain still in his jaw. He looked down, there was a lot he wanted to say, a lot he wanted to argue. He was fairly angry, but the problem was he didn’t even know where his anger was directed at entirely. Sure he was angry at Macaque for beating him, he was angry at this man for tricking him into this whole thing. But he was angry at his parents as much as he was hurt by them, he was angry at himself for being so foolish, he was angry at his life for ending up this way even when he promised himself he’d never get into that shady stuff like his parents always did, and now he was a mafia member. Which is probably as shady as it gets. He didn’t let himself say anything, he wasn’t sure how badly his outburst would be if he tried, and just what he would do if he truly let go of that rage.

“Though I’ll admit. My intentions for you and Macaque weren’t purely to see you bruised and battered. It was also logical”

Wukong glanced up, eyeing the man in front of him with faint curiosity.

“As you’ve probably been able to tell, Macaque is a stone monkey just like yourself. And I’m sure you of all people are aware of just how rare that kind of species is… and valuable”

Ah. Right. That made sense. A small part of himself had wondered if that played a part in this, it wasn’t really that surprising. I’m this world there are a few dozen different species. All with various different qualities and abilities. Humans, demons, elves, celestials, beasts. Among them there are stone monkeys, which aren’t so common anymore. Their kind use to be hunted a long time ago, and because of that it’s left them a bit scares, though their slowly growing back their population. Not only that but their kind is more powerful than most. It would take hours to get into the logistics of it all so just to keep things simple, they live longer, heal quicker, grow stronger, and are far more durable.

Because of this their quite popular. Wukong knew this fact well, it had been the foundation of his parents business. They’d used their popularity of species to help push start their business years ago, long before he was born. But that fact had been drilled into him since he was a child, how special he was and how much the world expected from him. So finding out a mafia group was interested in that quality was possibly the least surprisingly thing to happen to him this week.

“Macaque had been part of our group for a long time. I’ve done good with that boy, and he’s proven how useful your kind can be time and time again… but he has one key flew”

Wukong tilted his head.

“He has yet to find a suitable partner. Everyone he’d ever partied up or worked with just can’t keep up with him, and usually winds up dead in the first month or so. So when you dropped on our front door I figured you’d be the perfect solution”

Wukong’s eyes widened. His tail stiffened and his expression grew grim.

“… so.. you wanted me with Macaque, because I was less likely to… die? while working with him..”

The man finally flashed that familiar smile, nodding his head as he clasped his hands together.

“Exactly! I’m so glad you catch on so quickly. Maybe you aren’t as foolish as I’d originally thought”

Wukong shivers again. The more and more he spoke to this man the worst and worst he felt. Nothing about this felt ok, every word kept sitting on his gut and pushing down in the most sickening uncomfortable way. He felt wrong.

“That and I hoped the poor boy might finally be able to make a friend. He’s been ever so lonely in his time here, I figured having someone he had something in common with might up his spirits?”

That felt like mockery more then anything else. He couldn’t imagine this man cared at all about something so trivial. But something about it unnerved him. Specifically the way he kept talking about Macaque. He was treating him like a.. child? It was patronizing at best. He sort of hoped he didn’t start doing the same with him too.

“.. is that all?”

The man glanced to wukong again, then flashed the same smile again, yet nothing about it felt friendly or even comforting.

“After this Macaque will be taking you to get tailored by our companies personal tailor. There you will be able to pick out the kind of suit you’d most prefer and the quality. Everyone here must wear the same style as what your wearing now but you can choose the colour and make small custom choices for small things. We provide the cheapest option but if your prefer higher quality such as better fabrics then that’ll have to come out of your own pocket”

Wukong looked up a bit surprised. His tone suddenly shifted to this smooth friendly voice, explaining the tailor like explaining a schedule to the new kid at school. Relaxed and pleasant in seconds, grinning softly.

“Later this evening we’ll be having a company dinner and id like you and Macaque to be in attendance. To help you socialize with the rest of our group and get use to things. Think of it as a warm welcome. And if like you to look your best so please make sure to pick something nice at the tailor”

Wukong felt like a dear in headlights. Where did all this come from? Where was that terrifying atmosphere from just a second ago? Why was he suddenly being so pleasant?

“You’re dismissed”

Just like that he was looking back down at his desk to continue filling out some kind of paperwork, picking his pen up and beginning to read over the words. Wukong sat there, he stuttered for just a ment before shutting his mouth, pausing, and quickly standing up to leave.

What the fuck is going on around here?

 

“What did he talk to you about?”

Wukong flinched, looking over at the dark monkey beside him. They were both in the limo, sitting in the back on opposite sides of the car seat against both windows, heading towards this tailoring place for Wukong’s new suit. He found it a little silly, he already owned a dozen suits at home. But he guessed that had something to do with their specific style, and brand. So he didn’t question it.

“What? You mean the boss?”

Macaque just gave a short nod, expression unreadable like usual. Wukong paused, the last thing he wanted was a conversation with this guy. But then again, Macaque seemed to feel the same way, so he found it surprising he was asking him anything at all.

“Uhh.. nothing important I guess… mostly just insulted me”

Macaque snickered at that, flashing a little grin wukong hadn’t seen from him before, and finally looking up at him.

“he does that. It’s like his signature move to pull apart your entire person and reduce your to nothing but a pile of crap he can step on verbally. You’ll get use to it”

Wukong furrowed his eyebrows. He didn’t want to get use to it, he didn’t want to get use to any of this.

“He also mentioned me being a stone monkey. Something about paring is up meant you having a partner that wouldn’t die so quickly”

He felt a little unsure mentioning that one. And began to regret it when that small glimmer of amusement on macaques face faded instantly, and this grim pissed of look came back. He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms and looking out the window annoyed, tail flicking below him with the effort. Wukong sat quietly for a moment, worried he might have screwed up a bit there, but then the monkey spoke.

“He couldn’t give a crap about that. All he’s interested in is the statement”

Wukong looked at him confused, sitting up in his seat a little.

“Statement?”

Macaque paused. He kept his eyes out the window for a while, then turned his eyes towards wukong, head fixed in place. He looked at the ginger, like he was debating if continuing to speak was worth anything. This felt like the longest conversation they’d had so far, without some kind of insult, violence or threat at least. And as much as wukong hated the guy, he wanted to hear more. More specifically he wanted more information.

“… mafias run on fear. That’s the fundamental fact of any mafia, fear is as valuable to them as money. It’s why boss guy in there likes insulting people so much, and why I get the privilege or kicking your ass when you piss me off”

Wukong grumbled a little at that, he was getting real sick of thinking about his beat down.

“a lot of mafias will have a symbol of sorts. Something to scare everyone. For a while now I’ve been that symbol, the stone monkey he can ask to deal with just about anything. It’s how I’ve made a living up till now. I get to be his scary guard dog to scare everyone off. But, imagine how much scarier that symbol would be if there were two”

Wukong paused for a moment, looking over at macaque as he looked back at him with a dull expression. He guessed that made sense. If he was looking for a scary image or statement, two stone monkey body guards was as threatening as it could get.

“So, that’s probably the mane reason he paired us up. So he can have his scary monkey duo to scare of the competition. Once you’ve settled in he’ll have us do some big spectacle to show us off and then let the rumors spiral about the mafias new threat”

He waved his hand dismissively as he spoke, seeming irritated by the whole idea. But wukong still listened, he was interested in it. He wanted to learn as much as he could about his situation, any info was useful info. Who knows, if he plays his cards right he might be able to find a way out of here.

“So, I’m gonna go out on the limb here and guess you don’t like the mafia too much?”

Macaque eyed him, he pushed an elbow up on the door and leaned his cheek against his hand, shrugging at the question.

“Mafias itself is fine. I don’t hate the work, certainly don’t hate the lifestyle. What I do hate is Xiangliu... I don’t like the way he runs things”

Wukong’s eyes widened once more, he hadn’t heard anyone refer to him by his actual name since he got here. It was always just boss, he was told he should try to call him that when he first signed his contract. Hearing macaque say his name felt like something forbidden.

“If you don’t like him why are you here?”

Macaque looked over at him, this time actually looked at him. Turned his head towards him and stared at him. His expression changed and morphed into a mixture of confusion and irritation, which confused wukong even more.

“Uhhh I don’t know, maybe because of my fucking debt? Like everyone else here? You.. you didn’t seriously think people just….chose to work here for you?”

Wukong paused. He stared aimlessly as macaque for a moment, then felt a small bubble of embarrassment forming in his stomach. Right, that made more sense. Why hadn’t he guessed other people also had debts?

“Jesus Christ I knew you were thick but fuck sake. Your brain totally smooth or what?”

Wukong glared at him, he was really starting to hate the way he was being spoken to around here.

“Wha- I don’t know- I don’t know anything about this shit! How was I supposed to know?”

Macaque glared at him for a second. Then just let out this irritated sigh.

“Don’t raise your voice at me. Actually don’t raise your voice full stop, it’s annoying enough as it is”

Wukong pouted a little at that. Just as it felt like they were having a real conversation and he had to go and be a jerk again. God he hadn’t hated someone this much in a long time.

He tried to grit his teeth, and again was reminded of that pain in his jaw. He winced, quickly trying to relax the muscles in hopes to ease the pain. Macaque briefly glanced at him at as he made the motion, arm still pressed against the glass.

“What’s your healing percent?”

Wukong glanced back over, seeing macaque had returned to gazing out the window, but still had asked the question.

Every species operated a little differently. And to help with understanding that certain things were put into percentages, like healing, strength, growth, lifespan and so on. To put into perspective, a normal humans health percent would be something like 35%. Which measures how quickly and effectively they heal from injuries. Then a demons would be something like 50% which is significantly higher.

“Uhh, last time I got a check up it said 78%. Is that important?”

Macaques eyes widened for a brief moment, staring at wukong. Then he shrugged.

“You’ll get given different jobs based off your percentage. Basically the better your able to heal the more willing the boss is to let you get shot. It also gives me a good idea of how often I can hit you”

Wukong shifted uncomfortably at that. Great. So now his healing was gonna be used against him. Just peachy.

“What’s your percentage?”

Macaque raised an eyebrow at that, turning his head slightly to wukong. Then sitting up a little firmer.

“You don’t get to ask me questions like that”

Wukong flinched at the change in tone. Suddenly back to that cold calculated voice he’d been using before now. Wukong stiffened up, looking over uncomfortably as the ape leaned a little closer towards wukong, glaring at him with that same malice as before.

“I’m above you. Understand? And your not allowed to ask questions about those above you. It’s disrespectful. I can ask you whatever I want and you’ll answer no matter what the question is,.but under no circumstances will you ask about me or anyone else in the mafia. Got that?”

Wukong leaned back, hoping if he made some distance those sharp eyes might stop stabbing into him. But that didn’t work.

“… understood..”

Macaque raised an eyebrow, glaring at wukong for a moment longer like he was expecting something, but wukong didn’t know what. And after a moment of silence macaque reached out and grabbed Wukong’s jaw harshly, digging his nails into the fracture and causing wukong to yelp out in discomfort, attempting to pull away, but he wouldn’t let him and kept his grip firm.

“your forgetting something rookie?”

Wukong winced, eyes beginning to sting with small tears at the intense pain. Macaque pushed his finger harsher against the feature, moving another finger on the opposite side of his face to dig into an area where his tooth and been knocked out, only adding to that pain. He whined, wanting to pull away. He brought a hand up to grip macaques wrist, digging his claws in and attempting to pull him off, but suddenly he had something hard pressed into the side of his skull and when he looked he froze. A gun.

“What do you call me?”

A tear ran down his cheek, the aggressive pain making him whine. He pulled his claws back but kept holding onto his wrist, desperate for some kind of relief. His mind swam with pain and terror, eyes flicking between the gun and macaque, those same cold calculating eyes on him as he waited patiently.

“.. s-sir, understood sir..”

His voice sounded pathetic, a quiet whimper filled with desperation. He’d never been shot before. He didn’t want to be shot ever. Sure he could heal but he wouldn’t survive a gun shot to the head. And macaque knew that, he had to. He wasn’t like those ignorant morons that thought stone apes were immortal, he had to know wukong wouldn’t survive it, right?

Macaque paused, holding Wukong’s face firmly, glaring down at him with the gun held firmly against the temple of his head. His finger hung over the trigger, then pressed just the faintest but of pressure, causing the smallest little clicking sound to emerge.

That sounds had wukong jolting in place, almost sobbing as his body began to tremble. His eyes stayed fixed in macaque, desperate to be let go. He wanted to yank himself away and jump out of the car but he was too scared, frozen in place by fear. In a world of fight or flight he was freeze.

Macaque waited just a moment longer before pulling away without a word, face strangely neutral about the whole thing while wukong was left panting, almost collapsing on the leather seat holding his face, his entire body shaking from fear.

“That’s a bad habit to have”

Wukong took a few more deep breathes, pushing himself back up slowly with trembling arms, and looking back at macaque startled. He’d returned to his seat, gun hidden away again as he gazed out the window.

“Don’t freeze. It’s the worst thing you could do. Fight or run. Freezing will get you killed”

Wukong stared at him, eyes wide, pupils shrunk down to tiny dots. He could feel a colt sweat going down his back, realizing just how unhinged this man could be. He couldn’t even reply, slowly sitting back in his seat, leaning his back against the back rest and taking a few more deep breathes to calm his nerves.

No more words were exchanged after that. They both just kept to themselves, macaque aimlessly looking out the window while wukong sat and still as he physically could, terrified of what else this guy could be capable off.

 

Wukong was surprised when they arrived. It actually looked like quite a nice little tailoring store. He’d expected some big boring suit shop but this place had an almost homey feel to it, the inside decorated nicely and the staff treating them pleasantly. He wondered if they even knew they were working for a mafia gang?

“Alright, just the usual sir or would you like alterations?”

Wukong stood in the middle of the room on a small stall, arms out in a T pose surrounded by mirrors and various tailors all measuring different parts of him. He had taken most of his attire off, nothing but his pants and black button up left, which was a small relief.

“Uhh, I’ll make some alterations of possible”

The staff smiled at him sweetly.

“Alright, you understand that’ll have an increase in funds?”

Wukong grinned back.

“No problem. I’ve got the money”

He heard the faintest scoff behind him as he said that, and managed to briefly turn to see macaque stood there, lent against the wall with his arms crossed and looking off to the side annoyed.

“And your colour of choice?”

Wukong smiles, thank god.

“Yellow if possible. And if prefer a white undershirt instead of black”

He women nodded and continued taking a few measurements, writing them down and wondering of to the back to see if they had anything that would work. Wukong stood there awkwardly for a moment, then slowly turned to see macaque still stood their quietly.

He still felt shaken up from the car ride, and he was in absolutely no mood to even speak to the monkey, more afraid to than anything. But he did have a few questions about tailoring. He wasn’t sure what he was allowed to alter, and he was scared to do something that would wind up getting him a beating.

“Spit it out”

Wukong jumped, spinning round to see macaques eyes on him, glaring coldly.

“What is it?”

Wukong stiffened up, tail trying to coil around his leg. He paused for a moment, looking at macaque with a worried expression.

“I-i… I wanted to ask about the… tailoring?”

Macaque looked up at him, and wukong thought he’d collapse just like that. His mind began racing and all he could think about was where on earth he was keeping that gun.

“I told you not to ask questions about me or anyone else in the mafia. I didn’t say you couldn’t ask about the mafia itself”

Wukong flinched again, watching macaques expression soften slightly.

“You’re new. I expect you to ask questions about the job. Especially things like this. So quite quivering like a dog and spit it out”

Wukong hesitated for a moment longer. He watched macaques face, and for a moment realised just how unsettling a pocket face could be. He’d never met someone who could look so cold for so long, and it had him on edge for even the slightest bit of reaction. He noticed himself constantly looking out for anything from the ape, his eyes his lips his brows. Anything to get even the smallest reading on him. He’d heard that old saying about not showing all your cards being powerful, but he’s never truly understood it till now. Macaque practically had him wrapped around his finger, all he had to do was narrow his brow to have wukong stiffening up. What a terrifying power.

“What’s.. sort of alterations am I allowed?”

Macaque glanced up, ever so slightly raising an eyebrow, and again wukong was almost jumping at the smallest of changes in his face.

“Well, your at the lowest rank you could be right now? So you dontet to do a lot. You can change colours, your hat and maybe your shoes. Qualities up to you but it cost a fuck load. That’s really it? You don’t get to add stuff or make drastic changes till you get higher ranking”

Wukong thought for a moment. That was interesting? You get privileges the higher your ranked… this was the first time he’d heard of ranking actually. But it wasn’t too surprising. He thought of it kind of like a promotion, the higher you are in the company the more you get to do. It wasn’t too strange. He debated asking macaque about his ranking, or his privileges, but quickly abandoned the idea after remembering his time in the limo.

“Why yellow?”

Wukong flinched, being shaken out of his thoughts and glancing down to macaque again a bit dazed

“Huh?”

“Yellow… that’s such a specifically weird colour?? I’ve gotten weird looks for purple but I don’t think I’ve ever seen something as weird as yellow?”

Wukong widened his eyes, taking a moment to consider what he’s said.

“… well, I guess it’s just always been my colour? Red and yellow usually. And white. I like brighter ones, they match my fur better, make it pop. I don’t really like black too much”

Macaque thought for a moment, then looked wukong up and down.

“I can see that. Your gonna have to stick with black for a while, but if you get to around my rank you can wear full yellow if you really wanted”

He Snickers a little as he says it, and wukong feels his heart skip a beat at the small grin he gives as he does it. The smallest of expressions have such a big effect, it’s as impressive as it is worrying.

“I actually have a few suits at home. Yellows red and white, sometimes blue. Pretty good quality too, almost considered wearing one the first day, kinda glad I didn’t though”

He says it as a little dig about his beating, a small way of trying to get back. For a moment he worries that might earn him some kind of pain but macaque just looks at him coldly again, pausing for a moment in thought.

“… Your from the sun family. Aren’t you? The son that ran off and started his own like car business?”

Wukong hesitated for a moment. He wasn’t too surprised he knew about it, but had hoped that he wouldn’t. A lot of people knew who he was, his parents were some of the most famous people in this city. And the scandal about his business had brought in enough attention to have his name in history books.

“Uh.. yeah, I am… “

He wasn’t sure what else to say besides that, looking at macaque anxiously. This was the worst part about that face, not knowing what he was thinking, having no way to tell if he was in trouble or not untill it was too late. He could slap him or give him a damn cake for all he knew, it was a complete mystery.

“so, your loaded then? Like actually, grew up rich?”

Wukong tilted his head.

“Yeah, I guess? My parents had already made their business before I was born so..”

Macaque seemed to pause on that, staring at wukong for a long moment. His expression didn’t change but something about the way he asked had wukong on edge. Like he was… disappointed almost.

“Whyd you run off?”

Wukong eased up a little at that. That was a pretty basic question, everyone always asked that, why he ran away. It was the biggest question in the whole scandal. He always refrained from answering, giving something vague as his response. But usually he wasn’t talking to a mafia member willing to punch his square across the face, so he decided to give some kind of answer.

“Well. I don’t know. I guess I wanted to make something for myself? Like, not just live of everything my parents gave me… Plus, it’s not like we were ever close so..”

His mind briefly wondered to his childhood. He felt his tail twitch with agitation, he’d never liked thinking about those sorts of things. It always ended the same way, him passed out with an empty bottle. It was the only way he could cope with it, but he couldn’t afford to do that right now.

“Oh? Mummy and daddy issues then?”

Macaque said it mockingly, raising a brow towards the ginger as he waited for an answer. But wukong didn’t give him one, just stated quiet for a moment before slowly nodding his head. He was about to open his mouth and ask about Macaques parents, hoping to change the subject but the tailors came back at that moment and began handing wukong several different sized suits to try on.

Wukong spent a good hour trying on different sizes, shades and other trivial things like hats and shoes. Macaque had said the hat was optional luckily, and he decided he didn’t want one, it felt stupid. So he didn’t need one of those, and besides that he got the same basic suit. White button up shirt with a yellow waistcoat over the top with black stripes going vertical, a plane yellow tie and black jacket over the top. He had to keep the black pants, but decided to spice it up with a pair of yellow dress shoes, just to add some more colour, even if Macaque had practically laughed at how hideous they were. He wasn’t so bothered about looking good right now.

He’d invested some personal funds into making sure it was all decent quality, silks and wools that didn’t feel like sandpaper. It had been more expensive then he’d thought but wasn’t too bothered.

After that they’d gotten back in the limo and driven off. He was in a far better mood then before, who didn’t feel good about buying new clothes? It always made him feel a little chipper whenever he went to a tailor, got some new clothes and left wearing them. Like a fresh look.

Macaque leaned over to the small window connected the back to the front of the car and pushed it open, showing the driver in front.

“Give him your address”

Wukong flinched, looking up at Macaque confused. Macaque just looked back at him, sitting back in his seat and seeming bored more then anything.

“.. what?”

The last thing he wanted to do was give these people his address, that felt like a horrible idea. You don’t give your address to random people and you especially don’t give your address to mafia members. Since he was living with Macaque now he couldn’t imagine he was being dropped off home for any good reason. But macaque seemed to notice his warey, and let out a tired sigh.

“What? Would you prefer to live in that suit or do you wanna go pick up some of your fucking clothes to wear… Or I guess a rich asshole like you could just buy some new shit if your that scared”

Macaque rolled his eyes and pulled his phone out at he spoke, suddenly beginning to type something into it. Wukong sat there quietly, wondering what he should say. He was about to agree to just buying some new stuff, but macaque suddenly looked up towards the window.

“take us to 72 flower fruit drive”

A sudden cold chill ran up wukongs spine, turning to macaque with an utterly mortified expression as the man shut the small window and leaned back in his chair, fucking the phone in his pocket. After a moment macaque turned back to wukong to see his horrified expression, and didn’t even bat an eye.

“Oh please, we’ve got plenty of info on you. The only reason I asked was to be polite, I can find out where you live easy”

Wukong stared at the ape, his face had gone pale and his eyes were wide. Just how much info did these people have on him? And why? How did they get it?

“Would you chill the fuck out? I ain’t gnna do anything. We’re just going to pick some of your shit up then head back to the apartment, so quite being such a fucking wimp about it”

Macaque wasn’t bothering to hide his annoyance, and wukong was scared enough to look away, focusing his anxiety out the window instead of at macaque. Now his mind was swimming with all sorts of questions and worries. How much information did the mafia have on him, and how much of it did macaque navr access too. How did he even do that? Did he ask someone, or was it on a file, or did he look it up. How could he have possibly gotten Wukong’s address so quickly and what else could he find out just as quickly…

He really was helpless here, wasn’t he?

 

He thought being home would at least spark some sense of comfort through this whole ordeal, but instead he was just in edge having several mafia members walking around his home like they owned the place. Looking at his stuff and walking around the property with interest.

His home wasn’t anything small either, a large two story building on 2000 square meters of land. The inside was large and bare, huge mirrors all along the walls with ridiculously large red curtains to cover them. The whole building was white plane tiles, but was decorated with all sorts of colourful décor and furniture. Mixtures of red blue and yellow, all clashing together to make an artist mad house. Wukong had stood and endured the countless snide comments macaque had made while hedwalked up the spiral staircase, heading for his bedroom.

The backyard was equally as luxurious, a large infinity pool with installed heating in the back, and another small hottub on a large glass balcony looking out at the yard. A large conversation pit in a small undercover area beside the pool made of black leather and with a large flat screen tv mounted to the wall of the side of the house, which actually looked cheap in comparison to the rest of his technology. And over to the other side, sticking out like a sore thumb in this mix of richness and luxury was a messy garage, stained and badly painted, the small area around it full of junk and random part to various cars and machinery.

Wukong hopes this would go as quickly as possible, heading to his bedroom and instantly beginning to fill a bag with some clothes and small items like his toothbrush and shoes. Macaque at first stood by the door, quietly watching him, but eventually seemed to wander off, beginning to look around the large home aimlessly.

In all honesty, the home was a mess. He hadn’t lived there long and had mostly just filled it with things he liked to try and fill the space, but that had just ended with something rather ugly. Random paintings, furniture that didn’t match, rugs and carpets that looked hideous compared to the home. It was a tragedy in home décor. But that wasn’t by accident. Infact every decision had been done on purpose, with intent, despite the ugly appearance it gave off.

Wukong couldn’t help looking around the room for a moment, taking in his bedroom. Out of the whole home this one has the most character. It was a large room, a king sized bed in the middle with yellow sheets, yellow blankets and blue pillows. The carpet of the floor was red, the walls were painted blue and the various furniture was yellow. The walls were covered with random items like posters and paintings and lights. There was a tv with a couch on one side with PlayStation up, controllers still plugged in to the console. A desk in the corner with a duel monitor set up and a large fishtank PC with flashing colourful lights inside. There were shelves on each wall filled to the brim with countless random obscure items like figurines, fidget toys, pushes, junk and more. Out of the whole house this place has the most life in it, like he’d actually put effort into it.

He couldn’t help smiling sadly at the room. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be gone for, how long he’d be stuck living with macaque. The boss had said he could keep his home and just continue paying bills from his pocket or the pay the mafia would give him. He figured it couldn’t be too bad, if no one was slicing here the bills would be cheap and after a while he’d be able to return him without issue. That was the plan at least, pay of his debt and get out of here. He wasn’t sure how long it would take but he’d dome the math in his head a few times and figured it should take maybe five years? Which wasn’t ideal, but it was better then nothing. If he was strict and made sure all of his money only went towards the debt he might be able to knock that down to three years. But that was all hypothetical, in fact he wasn’t even sure five years was right, he’d have to sit down with his contract and do the math properly with all his income bills and debt collections to figure out just how long it would take.

He slowly packed a few of his things, comfy clothes, good shoes, some after shave, his good electric raiser and toothbrush and just at the end managed to sneak his Nintendo switch in just so had had something to keep himself busy.

Once he was done he zipped the large suitcase up and headed back downstairs, seeing macaque had sat down on his expensive couch and was looking through his various online account on the ridiculously large tv screen mounted to the wall.

He seemed to be looking through Wukong’s watchlist on Disney, seeing what wukong had watched in the past. It felt a little invasive, having someone he hated looking through his person stuff, but he was at least glad it was something innocent like what shows he watched.

“um… I’m done?”

Macaque glanced up at him. He had his feet up on the table and his arms draped over the back of the couch, remote in his right hand as he idly flicked through shows. Wukong wanted to comment on how rude it was, but again kept his mouth shut, simply giving a mildly annoyed expression.

“… can I ask you something?”

Wukong raided an eyebrow, watching as macaque continued to look across the screen, not even bothering to turn to wukong as he spoke.

“I mean, do I get a choice?”

Wukong answered a little snidely. Macaque glanced at him for just, his eyebrows furrowing just the smallest bit, which quickly had wukong stiffening up, his irritated expression switching to an anxious tight expression.

“.. no you don’t. What’s the deal with your house?”

Macaque switched the tv off, swinging his legs off the table and tossing the remote to the side while raising to his feet. Wukong watched, hand still gripping the handle of his suitcase as macaque made his way over, expression neutral.

“I mean, this place is some huge luxury mansion, and you’ve filled it with a bunch of crap? Do you just have no idea how to decorate? Why even buy it?”

Wukong hesitated. He knew macaque was attempting to mock him again, and he debated to brushing him off and trying to leave. But after a brief pause, and looking around at the mismatch furniture he decided to entertain the question.

“Well, honestly? It’s kind of a dog at my parents”

He said, slowly taking a step away from macaque and watching towards the bright red leather couch. Macaque watched him, raising a brow at his response. He hasn’t really been expecting an answer.

“Your parents? What trying to make them look like idiots or something?”

Wukong snickered a little at the comment, further confusing macaque.

“Nah nothing like that, it’s pretty simple actually. My parents had that classic rich plane style, the whole house was white and gold. Everything has to be matching perfectly and nothing was allowed to have so much as a stain, not even my room. I remember my mother screaming at me once because I stuck a finger painting on the wall using a glue stick. I got so scared of ruining her perfect architecture id walk around with my arms tucked close to my body to avoid touching anything”

Wukong couldn’t helo snicker at himself at he spoke, glancing around his home while macaque watched and listened.

“So, when I got this place. I figured I’d d whatever I wanted with it? Get it out of my system I guess. Started just buying whatever I thought looked nice without caring if it matched and just threw it all in randomly. Sure it looks ugly, but I like it. And I like having the stimulation, instead of just plane white all the time”

Wukong tucks his hand in his pocket, smiling over at macaque as he leans against the couch. Macaque seemed to go quiet at that, staring quietly at wukong once he’d finished speaking. He seemed to be in thought, looking at wukong with a tight expression, arms crossed as the silence dragged on around them. He seemed to get distracted in thought, his eyes becoming distant as he pondered. Wukong tilted his head, wondering what macaque could possibly be thinking about. He’d expcted him to make a snide remark, he didn’t expect him to momentarily shut down.

“.. besides, it’s not like I bought it for the house”

He hopes to move on, the quiet being a bit too awkward for his liking, and luckily it seemed to snap macaque out of it, glancing up to wukong.

“Oh? What’s tat supposed to mean?”

Wukong hummed, standing up from the couch and smiling.

“Mind if I show you something?”

He asked, walking past macaque slightly and featuring towards the other side of the home. Macaque hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and began following wukong, who lead him over to the side of the house and out the side door. They both walked out to find the large messy unkept garage on the side of the house, stepping inside a terrible messy looking car shop. Oil and grease covered everything and random trash, tools and equipment thrown all over the place.

Wukong stepped inside, a wide smile on his face as he looked around the awful looking garage, this weird prideful look on his face.

“What.. the fuck is this?”

He turned back to see macaque stood there in the doorway, looking around with a confused slash horrified expression, staring at the mess of a garage like it personally offended him.

“This my unfriendly partner, is my magnum opus. My castle if you will”

Wukong replies with a cheerful grin, walking towards a large torn apart car in the centre.

“i wanted a garage to work on my cars in. It’s a hobby of mine, so I bought the first place I sew that had a huge garage with it”

Macaques expression changed to… shock. Genuine shock. Like, eyes wide, mouth closed, eyebrows raised. It almost made wukong jump when he saw it. The most he’d seen from macaque had an angry glare or a mocking laugh, seeing a look of actual shock on him was… shocking.

“You.. make cars? Like yourself?”

He slowly stepped inside, walking towards the unfinished vehicle situated in the center of the room. Wukong looked down at it. The car was lifted off the ground slightly to give it easier access to slide underneath. The doors and engine where missing, removed to be replaced with better higher quality versions, the pain was pealing and rusted off the entire exterior, the inside didn’t have any seats in it any longer and was equally as rusted as the outside. The whole thing looked like something you’d find in a dumpster, trashed and long forgotten. He couldn’t een tell what sort of car this was supposed to be.

“this.. looks like shit”

Macaque looked at the car, then Wukong’s smiling face confused. It was just a hunk of junk, what’s s special about that? But wukong just smiled wider, walking towards the front garage door that led to the front of the house.

“yeah, but give me a few years and it’ll look just as good as one of these puppies”

He said, pressing the garage door and letting the metal slide up with the screeching of rusted metals grinding against each other. The sound made macaques ears twitch, his face twist with discomfort. But once it had lifted and macaque recovered from the terrible sound, looking outside to see three beautiful brand new looking cars lines up beside each other.

“These were my previous projects. Each took maybe two years tops? That one on the end was my last one, then I bought that one back there and have been working on it for a few months now”

He explained with a small grin, walking back over to the broken down car with a wide grin, running his hand along the rusted metal. Macaque looked at the brand new cars, then back at the rusted hunk of junk with shock.

“wait, you did these? Here? And all three looked like that?”

Macaque gestured to the rusted car and wukong nodded. Macaques shocked expression only widened.

“But why? What’s the point? Why not just buy a new car? Or hire someone else to build you a car, what’s the point in putting in all this effort to fix one up?”

Wukong stared at him for a second, a tad confused by macaques reaction.

“.. where’s the fun in that?”

It just felt like a basic answer. He did it because he enjoyed it, simple. If someone else did it for him it would ruin it. But macaque just stared at him like he had three heads, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes at the ape like he was trying to read him.

“I mean- I don’t do it for the car, I do it for the process ya know? I enjoy fixing cars up, always have. It’s why I made a mechanics business in the first place. If I hired a bunch of other people to build cars for me then I wouldn’t get to enjoy it?”

Macaque paused for a moment, staring at wukong with this unreadable expression. Wukong stared back at him, not understanding macaque strange reaction, and not knowing what else to say besides what he’d said. Silence drew out between them for a few moments longer, then macaques expression began to relax. It returned to that cold dull stare, and he tucked his hands in his pocket, looking down at the car and then the three new ones outside.

“… I didn’t think rich pricks where capable of hard work”

Wukong paused for a moment. He didn’t know what to make of that. It was clearly an insult but the tone he’d used was so… raw. Like he was genuinely surprised to find out a rich guy could fix a car. He didn’t know weather to argue or just quietly agree to the statement, looking at him even more confused. He really didn’t know what to make of this guy any of the time, and it felt like being stuck with some schizo that was off his meds.

“C’mon. Let’s head back”

Just like that he had turned around and was making his way out, not sparing a second glance to the ginger.

“We’ll head back rest for a bit then head over to the company dinner”

He said it just as he walked out the door, leaving wukong there stood along, awkwardly. He looked around for a brief moment, realizing this was one of the last times he’d see his garage for a while. He hopes it wouldn’t be too long, he’d love to get back to fixing it up. But he didn’t have a choice, it felt like he had a lot less choices recently. So he just quietly closed the garage door, and made sure to lock up the place, a grim expression on his face as he did.

A brief memory of his mother standing there crying while he rolled from out under the car flashed through his mind, and he felt a small bubble of anger at the thought. But chose to ignore it and carry on. He went around the entire building and locked everything up while macaque stood outside by the limo, three guards with him and the fourth following wukong around. Once he was done, he grabbed his suitcase and headed for the limo, stepping in without a word, and letting it drive him away.

Notes:

I swear to god if I didn't fix the notification thingy issue I'll scream-

Chapter 4

Summary:

Warning: violence and intense homophobia

Why was he nervous? There was no need to be nervous. This want his first time going to a party, or a dinner, or a public interaction with a group of people he worked with. Accept it was his first time. Because this was a mafia, and he’d never worked in the mafia and he had no fucking idea what was behind that door, who was behind that door and what they were going to do to him the moment he stepped through that door.

“Aye, rookie. Hurry the hell up and get in, don’t have all day”

Macaque glared at him annoyed, already pulling a box of cigarettes out of his jacket and opening the box. Wukong gulped, staring up at the large fancy building. It was a bar, a fancy one at that too. Each floor offered a different kind of service. The bottom floor was a restaurant, the second floor was a large bar, the third floor was a stripper club for both men and women, and the fourth floor was... a BDSM establishment. Where you could go to hire a worker and have a “good time” with them. And it was where their dinner was being held for the night, because apparently the mafia owned the place.

“Yeah- um- be honest. How likely am to leave here tonight in one piece?”

Macaque hesitated for a moment, looking at wukong blankly as he lit his cigarette. He pulled the lighter away, grabbing the cigarette with his fingers as he took a deep breathe, then pulled it out and let out a long breath of smoke, holding the cigarette up for a brief moment.

“... Your lucky if you leave conscious”

Wukong felt a chill at those words, watching macaque lift the cigarette and take a long drag without another word.

“They love fucking with the new guy. Its like company greeting? Every rookie goes through a little hell from each member just to help them adjust and know their place. And it gives everyone a chance to get a read on you. My advice, keep your head down and your mouth shut. I’ll be keeping a close eye to make sure you don’t fuck up”

Wukong grumbled a little. He stared at macaque a moment, annoyed by his comment.

“You don’t gotta babysit me ya know..”

Macaque raised a brow, looking at wukong with the same cold expression, then taking a step closer, such almost had wukong jumping out of his skin.

“im your partner slash mentor. As long as I’m helping you adjust here everyone else expects me to keep you in check. So, I do gotta babysit you, because if you fuck up I’m expected to deal with you”

He got up in Wukong’s face, glaring at him annoyed as wukong tried to back up nervously, while also trying to avoid that horrible smoke.

“if you embarrass me in there I promise You’ll leave with more broken bones then you walked in with. Got that?”

Wukong shivered at the time of his voice. If anyone else has told him that he might have even able to brush it off as a petty threat, but he new well enough by now that those words had every bit of honesty in them that they could.

“Understood... Sir..”

Something about that felt humiliating to say. But between his pride and his bones he’d protect his bones first. Macaque looked at him a moment longer, then hummed and pulled away.

“As smooth brained as you are, you’re a quick learner. Which might just save your ass. Now come on, let’s introduce you to the family”

Wukong gulped nervously, choosing to ignore the insult and began following behind Macaque inside, eyes looking down at his shoes as he heard the door open and a loud filter of laughter and chatter came flooding out.

They stepped inside and wukong was instantly overwhelmed by the sight. A large nicely decorated restaurant, with all the tables pushed together to make two long rows down the middle of the whole room, both tables filled to the brim with various people. The room was filled with loud banter and chatter, people laughing, telling stories. It was a sea of social adequate and black suits. The room was filled with the smell of food and people already seemed to be eating. Everyone was seated and it felt like the night and already started long before they had arrived, which made wukong more nervous.

Macaque didn’t utter a word, quietly walking off to the side of the room with wukong awkwardly rushing after him, terrified to be left alone in this place.

He walked closely behind wukong, looking around at all the people nervously. Wukong noticed a few people beginning to look in their direction, and every time their eyes locked on him. Fuck. People would glance up and instantly have their eyes on him, then turn to someone near by and begin whispering, the stares spreading throughout as more and more people noticed and began to watch. Wukong felt his skin beginning to prickle under the uncomfortable stares, quickly moving his head down to stare at his yellow shoes.... Why the fuck did he get yellow shoes? God he must look like a totally moron right now, he’d one it as a joke and a way to feel comfortable but now he wished he’d picked any colour but this. Even full black would have been better, he felt like a sore thumb amongst the rest of them.

Wait. Why are they walking towards the stage?

Wukong stopped in his tracks, looking up confused as Macaque silently stepped onto the stage, and headed towards the microphone. Wukong watched from the edge of the stage, too scared to walk on it in front of everyone and watched with a growing anxiety as macaque took the mic, rapping it a few times to cause the tapping sound to ring out throughout the room, and completely catch everyone’s attention.

“Good afternoon everyone. I’d say it’s a pleasure to see you all again but that would be a lie so I won’t bother”

He got a few Snickers and grumbles from that, people either amused or irritated with his blunt rudeness. But he didn’t seme to care, barely glancing around the room as he carried on, cigarette still hanging from his teeth.

“I just wanted to briefly introduce our newest member, and my newest partner. Mr wukong of the sun family”

He gestured in Wukongs direction, and every single face in that room was now looking directly at wukong with a terrifying silence. Wukong felt his entire face go white, his eyes wide and a horrifying sick feeling sink into his gut. Fuck.

Macaque turned to look at him, and flashed this devilish grin. He knew exactly what he was doing and he was enjoying it. Why on earth did wukong ever think he might find peace in sticking with Macaque, he has made it so fucking obvious time and time again that he clearly doesn’t want to play nice.

“Well? Don’t be shy? Come introduce yourself rookie”

That sick smile only grew wider. Like he adored the look of pure fear on Wukong’s face. For a brief moment wukong wondered if the Mafia somehow had knowledge of his terrible stage fright, and that macaque had decided to use it against him tonight. That wouldn’t he too far out of the question would it? He did find his address after all. And he seemed like enough of a twisted prick to purposely go snooping for all his deepest darkest fears and try to use them against it.

Wukong stood completely frozen, looking up at the stage completely mortified by the situation he’d been put in. He could feel sweat building up on the back of his neck, his tail trembling and trying to coil around his ankle, his bones going stiff and locking ipo prevent movement. Everyone kept their eyes locked on him, and he considered if macaque had actually orchestrated that only to further wukongs torment.

“I-i-“

Wukong stood there, feeling so small in such a large room. His chest felt tight and his could hear his heart pounding in his ear like a never ending drum, slamming down as the panic began to rise. Fuck fuck fuck what does he do? What is he supposed to do? Does he go on stage? Does he say something? Does he just try to leave?

Despite his better judgment he attempted to look back to Macaque for help, feeling so utterly helpless and pathetic in such a terrifying situation. Despite knowing Macaque was the one who put him in this situation, the one who’d been hurting him and mocking him and acting like he owned him, he still looked to him for help, because he didn’t have anyone else, he didn’t even know anyone else’s names, Macaque was the only one here he could remotely rely on for anything and that was a horrible feeling. Like the only floor you could stand on was covered in spikes, and despite the fact it kept hurting you you just didn’t have anywhere else to go, so you kept standing on it.

Of course, Macaque did little to help, grinning to him mockingly and practically laughing at the terror on Wukong’s face. He seemed a tad shocked, a hint of surprise behind his eyes, like he hasn’t Ben expecting such a strong reaction from the ape, but that didn’t stop him. He just stood and let wukong stand in that feeling, soaking it in and letting it tear down any small sliver of confidence he might have been able to hold onto up until now.

That awful silence dragged on for a moment longer, until finally someone broke it with a fit of laughter.

“Jeez Macaque your gonna make the poor kid piss himself!”

And just like that the entire room erupted in laughter, leaving wukong standing there stunned. Someone stood up from the closet table and began walking over, a tall golem with a similar suit as Wukong’s but dark brown instead of yellow added to it. He had this wife smile, eyes glowing a blue light as he approached, the faint sound of stone scraping together echoing in Wukong’s ears as he did.

“you look like a deer in headlights! I see Macaques habits havnt gotten any better”

He laughed, throwing an arm around Wukong’s neck and adjusting his hat. Wukong looked up at him startled, he was tall, very tall, then again most golems where. At that moment Macaque began making his way back over, clearly amused by the little stunned he’d pulled.

“Oh please, just giving him a proper greeting? How was I supposed to know he had stage fright”

Wukong looked over at him, suddenly feeling far more rage for the man then he had all day. Macaque barely spared him a glance, like he was nothing, and just grinned.

“Oh come on, you always do this. You bully every partner you get because you hate being paired up with anyone. Don’t go playing coy about it”

He man points at Macaque accusingly, and he puts his hands up in fake defense.

“Whaaaat? No clue what your talking about”

They both share a brief laugh, and finally the golem turns back to wukong, smile still on his face.

“Come sit, everyone’s eager to meet stage fright”

Stage fright? Was that meant to be a nickname? God that wasn’t going to stick was it, like one of those terrible nicknames you just can’t shake no matter how hard you try.

The man began walking back to the table and he glanced back to Macaque who seemed to be glaring at him again, that charming laughter gone and that cold dull expression returning.

“Well? You were given an order by your superior. Don’t keep him waiting”

His tone was cold and harsh, and wukong felt that familiar shiver before quickly rushing after the man, tail tucked between his legs.

This was a nightmare.

He walked over to the table to find a large group of different species all sat around it, looking at wukong with hungry, predatory eyes as he approached nervously.

‘jeez kid your shaking like a leaf. No need to be such a scary cat, come sit we even got you a seat”

Wukong looks to see a charcoal skinned demon speaking to him, a can of beer in hand as he gestures towards a random chair placed right in the middle of the table, so he’s squished between both that golem and another demon. He can’t help gulp cartoonishly as he approached, pulling the chair back and slowly taking a seat, everyone’s eyes still locked on him. The rest of the room has slowly returned to its former state of banter, and wukong is left having to deal with this table of maybe eight people all staring at him like he’s fresh meat. He basically is.

As he settles in his chair he feels a pressure behind him, and glanced back to see Macaque hovering above him, leaning against the back rest of his seat and taking a drag of his cigarette. He briefly glanced down at wukong, the two making eye contact, then looks away without a care, glancing back up to the group. He turns back and is all too aware of Macaques presence, trapping him in place and making it impossible to get away if he needed to. They all stare at him for a moment, looking over him like their observing some strange animal they’ve never seen before, like he isn’t a living person right in front of them.

“So. Wukong. What do you think of the mafia so far?”

Wukong looks over to see another demon, this one with pale green skin speaking to him, flashing a sharp toothed grin as he talks. Wukong has to take a moment to process the question, all too aware that this isn’t just friendly chatter, this is far more like some kind of interrogation. When macaque had said they’d fuck with him to get a read on him this wasn’t exactly what he’d been expecting.

“I umm.. it’s ok... I guess”

He wasn’t sure how to answer that. If he answered truthfully he’d say it was the most disgusting place he’d ever been apart of. But if he lied he’d have to try and make something up about how nice it was, and it truth he didn’t know enough about it to even attempt that.

“Ok? What, not boosy enough for your refined rich taste?”

Everyone snickered at the comment, and wukong felt himself shrinking back in his chair. Great, they where those kind of people that hated rich guys. He didn’t exactly blame them, but it made his situation a little awkward. And of course Macaque just had to yell to the whole room he was from the sun family.

“what did a rich boy like you need a loan for anyway? What mummy and daddy refused to find your fancy new company”

They laughed again, Macaques faint scoff from above him. He looked down shamefully, of course they wouldn’t know the whole story. In everyone’s eyes he’d just gone and made a debt for himself like any other idiot here. He debated telling them the truth, but for some reason saying “i took my mother’s debt” felt worse then “its my debt”. Like they’d make fun of him further if he confesses what an idiot he was when he agreed to this contract, and to be honest he wasn’t in the mood to talk about his mother away.

“Oh just- wanted to build up the business ya know? But it’s wrt of backfired and... Here I am?”

He gave a nervous laugh, the men around him staring with amused glances.

“oh yeah? How much is that debt of yours?”

Wukong looked over at the one asking. An elf sat there, long black hair and long pointed ears, looking at wukong with a predatory stare. He opened his mouth, about to give a vague some that was similar but before he could macaque placed a hand on his shoulder and gripped it. hard.

“wukong”

That voice vibrated through his entire body, and he couldn’t help shiver slightly. A sudden memory flashes through his mind, a brief instruction macaque had given him on the way here.

”under no circumstances are you allowed to talk about money. I don’t care what the context is, who it is or what it’s about. Don’t ask about it, and don’t talk about it with anyone. Got that?”

He quickly zipped his mouth shut, body going stiff at the memory.

“I-i uh.. I don’t feel comfortable... Talking about that”

It was the most polite answer he could muster, terrified of the presence behind him. But to his relief that grip on his shoulder softened, and macaque didn’t utter another word after that. The people around them had clearly seen the display, and Wukong could see them exchanging looks.

“Aww, C’mon macaque. It ain’t as fun when you coach em?”

Finally the hand on his shoulder left, and he could hear macaque taking a deep inhale behind his head, then see a big cloud of smoke blowing over the top of his head, filling his nostrils with that horrid smell.

“boss put me in charge of training him. Wouldn’t make sense to send him in blind”

Wukong tried not to scrunch his nose up at the smell. The people seemed to snicker with one another, glancing towards either wukong or macaque. He felt so helpless, and vulnerable. Like being in high school and all the popular kids come to make fun of you, but you can’t get away.

“Alright, what’s your thoughts on your new partner here?”

Wukong glance snack to the elf, and everyone’s attention was back on him as they waited for an answer. Wukong sat quietly for a moment, debating that question. Honestly, he really hated the guy. He found him rude, harsh, unreliable, schemey and just generally unpleasant. But, that man was stood right behind him also waiting for an answer. And he wasn't keen on getting his face broken again.

“He’s... He’s alright. A little strict maybe but.. fine...”

He struggled to get the words out, tense and uneasy by the whole situation. In response a few people laughed, making a few comments about him being petrified of macaque, which he couldn’t even disagree with in truth. Macaque to his relief didn’t day anything, just stood there and continued smoking his cigarette quietly.

“Man, your something strange ya know that? Macaques been paired up with some odd cookies but your by far the most wimpy kid he’s ever been stuck with”

Wukong had to wonder why everyone in this place insisted on being so insulting. But he didn’t want to say that our loud. He was slowly loosing his patience with all of this though, and felt like he had to try and say something besides awkward answers and blank stares.

“.. I’m not a kid ya know”

Yeah, that works. Instead of acknowledging literally anything elsethey’ve said just bring up the kid thing, like what most people would do. So fucking clever of you wukong well done.

“What’d you just say?”

Wukong stiffened, the voice above him cold and threatening as it spoke, the ape leaning over the chair just a little more as he glared down at wukong with a stare so intense it burnt a hole straight through him and into the core of the planet. He felt a cold chill as a hand rested on his shoulder again, this time beginning to grip much much tighter then the first time, till he was almost wincing in pain and trying to pull away, without any success.

“Oh c’mon Mac. He barely did anything. Leave him be”

Wukong looked over at the human who had spoke. A man with short spiky black hair and a tear drop tattoo below his left eye. Wukong felt the hand pause for a moment, and then let go of his now bruised shoulder, giving him the chance to breath out a sigh of relief. He thought he was gonna break it for a second there.

“How old are ya wukong?”

The human asked and yet again everyone had their focus on him. Wukong allowed himself a small moment to compose, taking a breath after the small attack inflicted by his partner. He looked at the group and then spoke with a shaky voice.

“Um, I’m turning 24 this year”

He didn’t want to give any specific dates. He didn't really want to give them anything. Every bit of information he gave them felt like a piece of him being carved out and added to a growing pile that would inevitably be his downfall. Like they’d be able to destroy him with just the smallest fact about him.. but when he thought about it, they probably had plenty of information about him. He isn’t an unknown guy, he’s famous to some extent. His birthday is probably listed on dozens of websites all over the internet, it’s not like his parents ever cared about his privacy. So maybe trying to keep that small piece of dignity was worthless in the end.

“bah! Your older then Macaque! How funnies that?”

Wukongs eyes widened. Older? Really? Sure Macaque was a small guy but from the way he acted he’d sort of assumed Macaque was far older then himself. Maybe 30? Maybe 40? how old was he?

“22”

Wukong jumped at the sudden voice, leaning his head back to see Macaque stood leaning over his chair, glaring down at him coldly. He didn’t offer anything else after that, didn’t explain or say anything. Just kept quiet and let wukong figure it out for himself.

22? That’s it? He could pass for his father with a cold stare like that. But then again, taking a second look he realised he didn’t actually look old. He didn’t have wrinkles or sagging skin or bags under his eyes like older folks. His fur was still shiny and smooth from his young age and hadn’t begun to ware and thin. He was young, it’s just the way he acted that made that so hard to believe.

“.. o-oh uhh... Cool, at least we’re similar ages then?”

What else was he supposed to say. “Wow I thought you were 40?” god no. So he just gave the most polite response he could muster, flashing an awkward smile and turning back to the table. Macaque didn’t say anything back, continuing to smoke above Wukong’s ginger hair whole the group kept throwing questions at him.

 

This entire night has turned into an utter shit show.

He first two or so hours had been bad enough, constant torment disguised as questions. He’d sat with several different groups all calling him over randomly and had to ask a dozen questions. And they weren’t tame like the first group. No “how old are you” or “what do you think of it”. Now the question where more like “have you ever killed a man” or “what’s your body count” or “have you ever used your influence to escape police” Who even thinks to ask something like that? But then the night just got worse.

After eating everyone was moved upstairs to the bar. Macaque had dragged him to a bar with a group of people and they’d all sat down drinking while continuing to harass wukong. Asking what kind of gun he liked, sharing the most gruesome horror stories from past jobs they’d taken and just generally trying to scare the poor ape.

But of course, since they were in a bar everyone began having drinks. At first it was tame, a beer or vodka red bull or bloody mary. But then it got worse. A few shots, then a lot of shots. A whole bottle of whisky chugged in one go and before you know it the entire room is filled with a bunch of black out drunk mafia members all shouting, laughing and arguing.

Wukong had lost count of how many fights he’d sense break out in random parts of the room, how many people he’d seen draw guns one each other only to have their friends pull them back and yell at them to knock it off. He’d seen a few people start arguing and break out in a sudden make out session which left them basically screwing eachother against the wall despite still being in a very public room. It was chaos, an absolute chaos wukong had never found himself in before, and he wasn’t sure how to handle it.

He’d been too scared to let himself get drunk and had slowly been nursing a few small dry martinis, trying his best nitto drink too much and mainly just taking sips whenever someone came to pasture him. But to relief, the excitement of the new mafia member had slowly become old news. People slowly got bored of him and he’d eventually been left to himself for most of the night, the occasional invitation to go do something utterly psychotic but besides that he was able to sit quietly in a corner.

To his dismay tho, Macaque had abandoned him midday through and left him to fend for himself. Sure, the guy was a total prick and had made this entire night five times worse then it needed to be, but he had at least been there to fend off too much harassment. Throughout the night wukong had slowly noticed something interesting about Macaques, and his relationship with the mafia. It seemed like people were afraid of him, in some way. There was always this tense air about people who spoke to him, they’d act friendly and chatty but you could tell they were being cautious, carful. As if saying the wrong thing might get them thrown out a window, and everyone seemed to have their eyes fixed on macaques expression, the same way wukong always was. Like they were desperately trying to figure out what he was thinking.

He never really spoke much to people here either. The occasional comment or joke, just to keep things light. But for the most part it was cold stares and silent judgment. That alone had worried wukong, this whole room was filled with people that looked utterly insane with scars and wounds and horror stories of killing a dozen policemen. And yet not one of them seemed completely comfortable around Macaque. It made him worry just what kind of guy he was.

Having said that, it also meant not too many people bothered wukong. Like his own scary guard dog. So despite his strong dislike for the monkey he had still liked his company to a degree. Now being left to fend for himself had left him even more on edge then ever.

Macaque had spent most of the night drinking, and had gotten pretty drunk by midnight. Wukong had been quietly sat with him in a corner, watching him down drink after drink without uttering much of a word. Macaque seemed irritated, more then usual. He flinched when people shouted in the distance and seemed to look at the sea of drunk adults with a look of disgust. Wukong figured he probably didn’t like parties too much, which felt like it tracked for him. People had come by to make offers a few times, asking if Macaque wanted to share a drink or play a game of darts. He’d always refused, and no one seemed surprised by that either.

But then someone had made a different offer, and wukong had been shocked and slightly mortified when Macaque had agreed almost enthusiastically. They’d said they were heading to the fourth floor, and asked if Macaque wanted to join them up there, a group of three. Macaque had stood up without a word, and began heading in the direction of the stars as he agreed, and the men seemed amused by his reaction. Wukong couldn’t get his head around it, and had panicked when he’d been left alone. But Macaque didn’t pare him so much as a glance, leaving him there alone as he wondered off to the fourth floor... That floor.

That was the BDSM club. Wukong knew it was here, but he didn’t think anyone would actually go there in the middle of a company party? Wasn’t anyone embarrassed? It was obvious what you were doing up there, it’s not like you could make an excuse. It was basically a sex dungeon. You hired someone to tie up, role play or do just about any kinky thing you wanted. Or have them do it to you.

It was a little horrifying to find out Macaque was into those sorts of establishments.

He’d left a good few hours ago. And wukong hadn’t known what to do. It felt like it was almost morning by now, he’d been sat in the corner on his phone for most of the night or occasionally hiding in the bathroom if things got too rough in the bar. At one point he’d wondered around, just looking around the restaurant, bar, the back alley connected and very briefly the strip club when he was curious enough. Though he had left almost quickly as he came the second he’d seen a women’s tits out. Practically ran back downstairs like a scared child.

By now really just wanted to go home. Or to macaques home. He was exhausted, stressed, had a pretty bad headache from all the loud music and uncomfortable from being stuck in a suit so long. He’d taken his black jacket off and been left with just his white shirt and yellow waistcoat, loosening his tie up and undoing the top button. He couldn’t be bothered to stay looking professional, especially when he’d seen several people running around shirtless and pouring bottles of Midori on each other. So taking a jacket off felt appropriate enough.

He wasn’t allowed to leave without Macaque, he’d made that pretty clear before they’d arrived. Plus he wasn’t sure how to get home anyway, he didn’t have any control over the limo yet or any access to call it so he was stuck waiting for Macaque. But he hadn’t seen Macaque since he’d run off to the top floor, and he was starting to worry he wouldn’t see him till morning.

“Aaaye, new guy!”

Wukong jumped, looking over as a swaying figure approached, a large grin on their face as they swung an arm around Wukong’s neck

“Where’s your partner at bud? He ditch you or somethin?”

Wukong looked to the side to see it was another demon, this one with similar green skin to the previous but a lighter shade. And he was accompanied by an elf women with long white hair. Wukong felt tired, irritable, a little tipsy. He was uncomfortable and really, really couldn’t deal with this. But he didn’t have a choice.

“Oh, hey. Yeah he's uhhh.. on the fourth floor? So I’ve just been sorta hanging around”

He gave an awkward laugh. And quickly weird looks from both of them.

“Oh? That faggots gone to the fourth floor again? God he never misses a chance does he?”

The women laughed beside them, leaning against the same wall wukong was up against. Wukong looked between them confused, a little caught off guard by the sudden cuss word and insult towards Macaque. He hasn’t heard anything like that the whole night.

“Seriously I feel sorry for you. Getting paired with that fucking homo. Be careful he doesn’t try something”

His voice was sharp and harmful, each word like stinging venom as it flew out of his mouth. The women cackled beside them, clearly amused by him, and wukong was left standing there utterly stunned.

“.. what?”

The man glanced down and noticed the shocked expression on his face. He flashed an even wider smirk, looking at wukong amused.

“Oh shit you didn’t know? Yeah, Macaques our mafias one and only fag. Everyone knows about it, it’s pretty fucking hard not to when he’s letting guys rail him every chance he gets. Fucking cockslut”

Wukong felt his stomach twist in ways it hadn’t for a long time. The women kept laughing, as if it’s all she was capable of doing. The man laughed too, so so impressed with himself as he slandered the dark furred monkey behind his back. Wukong felt his mind stuttering, his mouth hanging open slightly and eyes wide.

I don’t know why the boss let’s gay fucks like that into this business. We don’t need to be worrying about some queen trying to groom one of us while out on a job? And partnering him up with you. That’s just plane stupid, God knows how long it’ll take before he tries something!”

Wukong stood in complete, the words running over him like cold cold water. He felt his tail stiffening up behind him, his hand gripping the small martini glass in his hand tightly, his mouth finally closing as he took a deep swallow and tried to compose himself. The man kept laughing, clearly drunk out of his mind, he went to speak again, but before he could get a word out wukong was already opening his mouth.

“well lucky me I guess. I’m gay too”

Silence. Cold dead silence was his answer to that. Wukong couldn’t just stand there and listen to these people be so utterly disgustingly disrespectful and homophobic like that. Especially with his own struggles coming to terms with his identity. It’s not that he cared about Macaque in any way, he couldn’t care less, but it’s was the principal of it. That and he was in no state to be dealing with this, his tipping point if you will. Tipsy, tired, irritated, uncomfortable, and now second hand insulted. He just couldn’t keep playing that fake smile.

“.. what was that rookie?”

Wukong felt the man’s grip on his shoulder loosen a bit, the women beside them beginning to pull away from the wall, all laughter and snickers coming to a deafening silence. Wukong grit his teeth slightly, not daring turn his head to look at the man.

I said I’m gay. Like, into dudes? But don’t worry, I’m not gonna groom you if that’s what your worried about. Not my type”

The silence dragged on for a moment, the two standing there staring at wukong with piercings gazes. Wukong stood firm, not daring to turn to either but not daring back down. He’d dealt with these sorts of arguments before, many times. There was plenty of homophobia in the rich world. But he hadn’t realised the error he was making. No. Because wukong wasn’t another rich guy like back then, right now he was fresh meat, and these people could do whatever they pleased without a single consequence.

The man pulled off his shoulders, and before wukong could even turn to see just how angry he was he was getting a hard punch right across the side of the head, sending him flying right into the floor without so much as a warning.

He let out a cry, hitting the ground hard. The women stepped to the side, walking away from him and approaching the man.

“Oh my fucking God they brought in another fucking homo! That’s disgusting”

Wukong felt a harsh kick to his ribs and let out another sharp yelp, his already fractured ribs clearly not appreciating the attack.

“you people make me sick. I mean seriously just go fuck a women like a normal person! Or is taking it up the ass really that damn fun!?”

Another kick, this time right into his stomach. Wukong’s couldn't even yell this time, the air being knocked out of him. He gasped painfully, wincing at the unbearable pain and suddenly feeling a strong urge to hurl.

“ay, ay guys get over here! Man your never gonna believe what the rookie just told me!”

Wukong stiffened, a feeling of pure dread quickly overcoming him as he heard several people begin to walk over. Fuck, he fucked up. He fucked up big time.

 

“yeah, you like that? That fun fairy boy?”

The golem asks with a smug grin, putting his cigarette out against the gingers forehead. Wukong yelps at the burning pain, despite that being the fourth he still hasn’t often any better at handling it.

The group of various species all stand around him, snickering and mocking, hands and feet all stained in the gingers blood. There’s about six of them, including that demon and elf from before, but also the golem he’d met at the start of the night, and three others he hadn’t spoken too much, two demons and a human.

“So much for that new suit of his aye”

They all laughed down at him, standing around wukong like he was some great entertainment for everyone to enjoy. But the only one not laughing was wukong himself, laying there, slumped up against the chain fence completely beaten within an inch of his life. He’d thought Macaques beating was bad, but it just couldn’t compare to this. His face was a huge swollen mess of bruises, cuts and cigarettes burns. Both his eyes were almost swollen shut, that bandage that had been protecting his black eye long since ripped off. His top and bottom lip where both split down the middle, gushing blood down his chin and neck. His nose felt completely shattered, he’d be surprised if there was any saving it. His whole body had been punched, stomped on, kicked. His entire torso felt shattered, like a bag filled with broken glass. Once more, these people didn’t do the small dignity of avoiding his tail like Macaque had, instead they took great joy in torturing that sensitive part of him more then anything else. He didn’t are look at the limb, knowing full well several bones where beyond just broken inside it. He felt an unbelievable pain pulsing through his entire body, every slight movement resulted in an agonizing jab of discomfort.

The people around him didn't seem to care in the slightest. They’d all taken turns beating him senseless for the last thirty minutes, dragged him out of the bar, down the stairs out the restaurant and into the back alley. When people asked questions all they had to do was mentioned Wukong’s sexuality and that seemed to justify all acts of violence in their minds.

“Poor thing, all he has to do was keep his mouth shut and we wouldn’t have had a clue”

The elf women spoke out, her high heels clicking against the ground as she took a step closer. Wukong could barely look up at her, barely even see. She came over and with one swift motion jammed the point of her hair heel right into his tail, causing the ape to screech out in pain.

“Someone wanna tell me what’s going on here?”

Wukong flinched hearing that voice. He felt the whole mood shift almost instantly those words came out, and everyone snapped their heads towards the door in frozen panic as Macaque stood there, leaned against the door frame and looking at all of them with that same bored expression.

Wukong didn’t know wether to feel relieved or dreadful. He didn’t know hat to expect at all. Honestly he half expected Macaque to just turn around and leave without much of a word once he got an answer. But he still hoped for some kind of salvation. Macaque pushed off the doorframe and made his way over, revealing his rather dishevelled appearance. His clothes looked messy and thrown on half hazardly, He had his pants and black button up on but the jacket, waistcoat and tie were draped over his left arm. He had his shoes on without socks, like he just slipped them on quickly without much car. His ones nicely combed back hair was now a complete mess and he looked like he’d been active, face a little red and clearly sweating. He wasn’t even trying to hide what he’d been up to.

“Wanna tell me what my partner did to deserve a beating?”

He stepped closer till he was standing beside the group, towering over wukong with an almost annoyed expression on his face. Wukong could barely looked up at him, vision too blurry to make out any real details and just glaring at him with the smallest hope he might help him.

“.. he was disrespecting Vicky. Probably had one to many to drink, figured we’d teach him a lesson for ya about respecting his superiors”

The elf women spoke up, crossing her arms as she did and gesturing to the light green demon stood to the other side. Macaque seemed to look over at her, then him, then wukong, raising a brow.

Macaque reached under his shirt and into his belt to pull out that same small handgun, stepping closer and squatting down right in front of wukong. He held the gun up and pointed it right at wukongs forehead clicking his tongue dismissively.

“disrespecting? Seriously? After everything I’ve tried to teach you and your still causing me problems”

His tone was calm and even despite the threat he was making holding that gun. Wukong felt his breath get caught in his throat, staring at Macaque utterly mortified. He could barely make it out, vision too blurry to see the details but he knew what it was, how could he not? It felt like he was well aquatinted with that gun by now.

“Im starting to get real fucking sick of you. You’ve done nothing but make my life harder since you got here and if I’m honest, I’m done dealing with it”

He heard a harsh click, and the grip on the gun adjust ever so slightly. Wukong felt a riding panic go up his spine, leaning back as if trying to escape it, but in too much pain to really move away from him. The people around just stood watching, not daring to utter a word, like they’d send this before, like they knew how this would end.

“i don’t know why the boss thought signing you up with me was a good idea, but I’m gonna make damn sure he knows not to do it again”

Wukongs entire body was screaming at him, the agonizing pain too much for his brain to handle and fuzzing all his thoughts. A cold unbelievable fear took over his entire being all at once, making him tremble below that man as he looked at him, tears beginning to prick his eyes. He didn’t want to die, he couldn’t die, not here, not like this.

“Tell me. What exactly did you do to piss these guys off? I wanna know what idiotic decision you made that wound up being the death of you”

Wukong gulped heavily, gasping for a breath as fear threatened to paralyse his lungs along with the rest of his body. Macaque sat there waiting patiently, holding the gun just inches away from Wukong’s head as he glared at him. Wukong took a moment to understand the question, then a longer moment to mister a reply, gasping and mumbling, trying to find a use for his vocal cords.

“I-i.. said I was gay..”

His voice was quiet, barely even a whisper. Raspy and scratchy, like his vocal cords were rusty. But he has still gotten the words out, managed to say what he needed to, what he thought might be his last words. He tried desperately to look at the man, trying to focus his eyes as hard as he could. But he still couldn’t see, not with all the blood in his vision, not with how swollen his eyes lids where.

But to his luck, Macaque seemed to pause. He didn’t speak, didn’t move. He just stayed there, squatting with a gun pointed at Wukong’s forehead. A long moment of silence seemed to drag on, like Macaque was processing what wukong had told him. Then he spun the gun around in his hand.

He back of the handle came slamming into Wukong’s forehead hard, and swiftly had him slumped on the ground, completely out cold from the impact. Macaque stood up, tucking the gun back into his belt and letting out a long, tired sigh.

The six around him stated with anxious looks, clearly taken off guard by his actions. Macaque briefly turned to look at them all, making sure to pay each of them one good stare, eyes cold and unfeeling like usual, not giving away any remote feeling he might have.

“if you know what’s good for you I’d suggest you go back inside”

He slowly tucked his hands in his pockets and just stood there, glaring at all of them. He didn’t say another word, he didn’t need to. They all got the picture. And after a very brief hesitation just about all of them where rushing back inside, not daring to utter another word.

Macaque stood there silently for a moment, watching them all leave then staring at the empty alley once they had. He glanced down at the ground need the door, seeing the trail of blood smeared along it like someone had been dragged. He sew the splatters of blood spread out all around, against the walls, floors. It was obvious something terrible had happened here, and all of it lead directly towards the ginger slumped on the ground beside him, body completely destroyed after just his second night with the company.

Macaque stared at wukong for a while, just taking in his condition. Then let out another tired sigh, and pulled his phone from his pocket. He pulled it up, typed in it briefly, then held the phone to his ear.

“Hey, I’m gonna need you to get an ambulance here as quickly as possible. Thanks”

Notes:

Hehe, this is my favorite chapter so far. Gives away a lot about em.

And yes, Macaque is a whore. Because why wouldn't he be?

Chapter 5

Summary:

finally get to see macaques perspective of things :>

The morning sun began to rise over the horizon, blocked by a mass of buildings spreading across the ground. Macaque watched as the black sky turned a pretty orange, clouds spread out in a smudge of yellows, oranges and purples, the sunlight shining through to create a beautiful painting across the sky. If only the day could be as good as it looked.

He leaned against his balcony fence, taking the longest drag possibly of his cigarette in hopes the marijuana he snuck in it would calm his nerves. But it didn’t really have the effect he wanted. All it did was put a subtle blanket over his head, muffling everything but never quite shutting it out. He’d grown too tolerant of the stuff, it didn’t help the way it used to. Not even drugs could stick around for him. And he felt like he needed it more now than he had in a long time.

Wukong. How could one stupid ape cause him so much trouble? And why did he deserve to be stuck with it. He couldn’t stop gritting his teeth down on the joint, scowling out at the view like it had personally offended him.

“That fucking ginger... “

His life had never been easy, and every new obstacle just felt like proof of the universes grudge against him. He wasn’t even sure why. What could he have possibly done to deserve all this, this life as a whole. It was as comical as it was depressing, and he would have killed himself by now if he weren’t so stubborn. He’d managed to deal with all of it, but this just felt like some sick joke.

It had been three years since his last partner, and he had made it so clear to that asshole he wasn’t interested in a new one. Partners only ever get in your way, he had learnt that a long time ago. Just because he was another stone monkey didn’t change a thing about that fact, and he’d been proven right of that these past two days.

This guy was pathetic. Moronic. Foolish. No matter how hard Macaque tried to help it’s like he had a some hang up on trying to get himself killed? And macaque wasn’t even sure why he was trying so hard to help.

You think what he’s been doing is cruel, it is. He’s been ruthless, harsh, and borderline abusive towards the the ginger. But trust me, it is nothing compared to what the mafia is capable of. This organisation will skin you down to the bone, rip every penny out of you and throw you in a ditch once their done. Macaque knew that better than anyone. His first few days had been fucking hell compared to Wukongs. He hadn’t been given warnings, or instructions or preparation. He’d just been hit the moment he made a mistake, he’d had his bones broken for so much as looking at his superior wrong, his fur shaved off for speaking up, his teeth pulled for daring argue with them. He didn’t know the rules or how things worked, he didn’t know anything, and no one was willing to give him the chance to learn.

He didn’t even know why he cared, why he bothered giving wukong a chance. Maybe it was some kind of dig at the boss? Showing wukong a little more grace than he’d ever been given. Trying to get him to understand before things got worse for him, trying to show him how things worked without so much blood. But of course, no matter how hard he tried, how much he explained his place this fucking idiot kept screwing up. Kept arguing, kept being a fool. Kept defying. It was honestly hard to watch.

He hated this, hated it with a passion. He hated being so cruel to someone so helpless, hated having to carry someone around, hated how much more stressed out he was. He’d always been on edge, always been tense, he hadn’t ever felt fully relaxed since he’d joined the mafia, not with that damn snake as his boss. And now things just felt worse, like the small stability he’d made for himself was cracking and falling from underneath him. It made vile bubble in his stomach, made his brain buzz with constant unpleasant noise, made his fur stand on its ends. He didn’t want this, to be responsible for someone. It would be so much easier if he would just die so macaque wouldn’t have to put up with all of this. The stress the pressure, these stupid feelings of concern and care. Those things are what make you weak, what get you killed. He had spent a decade beating all the gentleness out of himself to survive in this hellhole, and now this stupid fucking ginger was going to ruin it all for him.

Macaque stood there, teeth biting so hard into the cigarette it was on the verge of snapping and falling out of him mouth. Sweat beaded down from his forehead, his whole body was practically shaking with how intense this horrible feeling of dread was. He didn’t want this, he hated this. But wanting and hating things had never mattered in macaque's world, all that mattered was surviving. But that damn snake was determined to make that task as difficult as possible for him. He’d had it out for him for years now and had been trying to find an excuse to axe macaque out of his perfect mafia. That’s what wukongs real job was. His downfall and then replacement. Added stress to finally make the ape snap and then someone to fill his role once he was gone. He couldn’t help hating wukong more for that fact.

Last night had been a real shit show. He’d shown up already on edge, already been annoyed and tense. He hoped he could use the dinner as an opportunity to blow off some steam. He’d introduced wukong to everyone, more so to get it over with then anything. Then he’d sat around drinking his problems away as much as he could, annoyed he had to sit and babysit. But after one too many drinks he had finally let his patience ware thin, and that offer had been his last strew. He’d told himself he wouldn’t indulge on wukongs first night with everyone, worrying at what might happen if he left him alone too long. But fuck he couldn’t keep doing this, all the stress and anxiety was eating him alive, and he desperately needed that relief.

He had always used sex as a coping mechanism. It was one of the very few things he had to help. Especially bdsm. The one time he could switch everyone off, his thoughts his feelings, and just completely let go and allow himself to drown in sweet bliss. It was the few times he could feel weak, helpless, small. The only time he could allow his walls to fall down and let someone else take over for him. He’d stopped caring what everyone thought, stopped trying to hide it, because he needed it.

But midday through, right as he was feeling better someone had to come knocking on his door and informing him wukong was in trouble. He hadn’t felt that level of rage in a long, long time. And he was certainly not in the mood. He wanted to just ignore it and continue but he couldn’t relax anymore with that thought in the back of his mind. Everything felt like it was boiling over, the stress the panic and anger. All of it was eating him up and he was struggling to hold it in.

When he’d seen that ape, all bloodied and bruised, surrounded by men and women he’d worked with for years. It had set something off in him, a feeling he had not allowed to slip since he was young, since he had first joined. Despair, desperation, fury. Looking at that ginger ape, the one he’d tried so hard to prevent this from happening, the one who’d made these two days hell, the one who’d even interrupted his one and only solace. He snapped.

He could have killed him right there, put a bullet in his head and been done with it. He did not care about the consequences, the morals, the reason. All he knew was this man was the reason he felt so utterly awful, and he wanted it to stop.

But then wukong spoke up, gave his reason while looking at him with that oh so familiar fear in his eyes. Something about that image, about that face, that fear. Macaque had almost been startled when he looked at him, at the image he painted. It felt like looking in a damn mirror.

That’s why he hadn’t pulled the trigger. That horrible familiarity had been to much for him to bare. Seeing such an open display of helplessness reminded him so painfully of his own. And he hated that. Hated it with every fibre of his being.

Now wukongs stuck in the hospital, still out cold with a dozen broken limbs and a new reality check. As distraught as macaque was about the whole situation, he still could find a sliver of comedy in it.

Gay? Seriously? That’s where he fucks up? I mean, who tells a group of Cleary homophonic pricks you’re gay, that’s asking for a death sentence. At least when macaque had joined, he had the common sense to try and hide it for a while, but just outwardly saying it to the whole damn group? He’s just ensured his time here is going to be ten times more painful than it needed to be.

And he has only added more stress to macaque's plate. He didn’t even want to think about what this would cause for him, what trouble he was gonna have to deal with after this.

Macaque finally let his jaw relax, wincing at the mild pain his constant strain on the muscle had caused. He let the cigarette fall from his mouth, falling down, bouncing off the fence and to the concrete bellow. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the cheap pack of cigarettes, plucking on and placing it between his lips.

His lighter clicked a few times, then a bright yellow flame appeared, and he softly held it to the edge of his cigarette, letting the smoke drift up into the air, the end glowing bright orange and turning a dark shade of grey, then pulled the lighter back.

He took a long slow breath, the nicotine doing nothing for his nerves. Then pulling the cigarette from his lips and blowing the smoke out.

“… what a fucking joke”

 

A whole week. Wukong has officially been a member of the mafia for one whole week. Granted he spent five of those seven days in the hospital completely out of it, but it still counts as a week.

He hadn’t been fully conscious until today, the hospital being generous with pain meds and making sure he couldn’t feel a thing. But his healing was quicker then most, and after five days, a lot of painkillers, putting bones back into place and bandages he was finally looking better. His ribs, tail and face were still utterly trashed. But most of his bones had at least begun to reconnect, unlike a bunch of loose puzzle pieces they at leas had some cartilage holding them together as they continued to heal. Most of the outer injuries where gone, bruises and cuts all but vanished. His face was back to normal, no longer a swollen mess, but his nose still looks a little crooked. And unfortunately, there was a chance it would always be a little wonky from how badly it was damaged.

Macaque had read all of this in the limo ride over to the hospital, looking over the file provided to the mafia by the nurses. He didn’t much care for any of it, he was just glad they had managed to give a check up on all his percentages. They would have to do it sooner or later for the boss so at least that was out of the way.

It seems his healing had gone down though. 76% instead of 78% like he had said. It’s not a stark difference and isn’t uncommon. In situations of stress or change percentages often go up and down. It’s normal. And was the only real point of interest to macaque.

He walked down the long white hallway of the hospital, counting the numbers on the door until he found wukongs. It was a decent hospital, clean with good doctors and nurses, but the reception was often cold. The mafia had a sort of partnership with this place, they gave the hospital a hefty part of their funds and in exchange the hospital treated all their injured men without asking questions or reporting anything to police. It was necessary, especially with how many people got hurt there, and how much illegal activities they did. Sure, they had a few deals with police but that could only get them so far. It was good to have some extra safety, especially for those in such vulnerable positions.

Macaque hummed, glancing at the door, number 042, wukongs room. He adjusted the files in his hand and walked up, sliding the door open and taking a step inside. Wukong was sat in bed, leaned back against several pillows and his bed slightly lifted, his whole body was bandaged up and his tail was in a splint, one long metal stick being taped to it to prevent any movement during healing. There was an overhead table pushed to the side, an empty food tray in top waiting to be collected by one of the nurses

“Hey, feeling less dopey?”

Wukongs glanced over, eyes a little lidded and expression strangely relaxed. He looked at macaque and seemed to visibly tense at the sight of him, looking away and staying quiet.

“… yes sir”

Macaque closed the door behind him, walking over to the bed with a coke stare. He pulled up the small plastic chair in the corner of the room and placed it beside the bed, slowly taking a seat.

“Relax, I ain’t gonna do nothing. Not while you're in here, we need you back on your feet as soon as possible”

Wukong didn’t say much, all he did was lean back and look up at the ceiling, this cold dull expression on his face. Macaque knew that expression well, the look of someone ready to give up completely, ready to be done with all this. Macaque watched him for a moment, waiting to see if he would speak. When he didn’t, macaque began reaching into his pocket to pull out a fresh pack of cigarettes, using his claws to dig at the plastic rapping.

“Be honest. What are you thinking right now?”

Macaque opened up the box as he spoke, pulling a cigarette out when he finished speaking and placing it between his lips. He was curious, wanted to know specifically where wukongs head was at right now. He’d just had a brutal reality check, and for someone so untuned to the world he had to wonder just what that did to him.

“… honestly? No repercussions?”

Macaque leaned back in his chair, moving one leg over the other and raising the lighter to his cigarette to light it.

“Hmm… I’ll give you a one off. Hit me”

He let the smoke fill the room, not caring much for the hospital's rules. He watched the gears turning in wukongs head, as if he were thinking of just what to say.

“… I’m thinking about how screwed up this all is. How stupid I am and how many people I’m starting to hate even though I use to pride myself on not hating anyone”

Macaque chuckled a little at that. He knew who he was talking about, it’s pretty damn obvious. But still, he kept quiet and let wukong have the space to speak. He was in a better mood, much better. He had managed to pay that club another visit that night and was feeling much calmer and more tolerable of wukong than he had before now.

“God I just… sigh no it’s not that bad. I guess I just gotta keep my head down till this debt gets paid off, then get the fuck out of here and never look back”

Macaque paused at that. There was a flash of surprise on his features, but he quickly relaxed again. He watched wukongs for a moment and suddenly felt that similar amusement. This wasn’t going to end well.

“paid off? oh boy, you still don’t get it do you?”

Wukong turned his head slightly, looking at macaque with a puzzled expression. Macaque almost felt bad for the guy, if it weren’t for the fact he knew how this worked, how the boss worked, and that he had fallen for the exact same tricks.

He pulled one of the papers off his lap, stretching his arm out to wukong to let him take hold of it. He struggled a little to loft his arm and grab it, the painkillers making everything feel a little heavy. But he managed.

“Boss wanted me to give you your first paycheck personally. It’s company policy… to make sure you don’t do anything stupid when you see it”

He didn’t feel like sugar coating it, he’d seen people try to throw themselves out of windows when they had first seen it. It was the evil twist, the backlash. The way xiangliu kept his workers.

Wukong looked down at the paper, reading over the test, the numbers, the math. He might have been foolish but if there was one thing he knew it was pay, paperwork, math and working out. He had several business degrees, curtesy of his parents, he knew this stuff. And what he was looking at made him horrified.

“.. this… this can’t be right. It’s a mistake, right?”

Macaque raised a brow, taking a breath of his cigarette then blowing the smoke out. He flashed a small grin, utterly amused at the look on his face. Finally seeing it all sink in.

“No. It’s not. And to be honest, those are better numbers then most of us in here. Thanks to your fancy business that is”

Wukongs expression fell even darker, a horrifying cold beginning to prickle at the back of his neck, looking at macaque and then his contract repeatedly. No. No no it can’t be. This can’t be right.

Fifty percent of his business's funds went towards his debt, which helped a little, he earned a little money from that first job and a small percent of that went towards his debt too, the rest went into him along with the other fifty percent of his business's funds. But then there were costs. For everything. His suit, his and macaque’s apartment, every limo ride, hospital bills for everything he was treated with, all the food and medicine been given, everything he ate and drank at the party. Fucking every little thing was billed and added to his debt, even the ambulance ride over here. And it was not cheap, not even a little. Every little thing cost ungodly amounts, his debt was more then it was to begin with.

Wukong felt his chest tightening, his mouth go dry, his eyes strain from how hard he stared at that paper.

“It won’t always be that bad. Eventually you’ll get good paying jobs daily and you’ll have some decent cash coming in, and if you don’t wind up in the hospital too often then it should start chipping at that debt… but only a little”

That was the cruel joke of this place. They gave you all this stuff but always at a cost. Macaque had known that for years, known it like the fur on his skin. He had seen people tear themselves apart trying to pay their debts off, throwing every penny they could at it, skipping meals, wearing the cheapest stuff they could, avoiding the hospital at all costs. It was the one thing that made this such a hellhole, the fact everyone knew there was no getting out. Not unless the boss wanted you out, and that meant a bullet through the head.

Wukong stared down at that paper for a long time, his expression showing every emotion going through him for macaque to see. All the horror, dread, and desperation. All out in the open for macaque to see. It was almost funny. Macaque was glad, maybe he’d finally start behaving himself, start making things less difficult for him. Maybe this was the breaking point he needed to start taking this seriously. But he still prepared himself, waiting for the moment wukongs lost his shit. For when he would start shouting and screaming, throwing a fit. When he would need to be sedated and strapped down, which would also be added to his debt. It always happened, every time.

But it’s his own damn fault, that’s what happens to rich assholes trying to get more then they have. Macaque had been shocked to see just how big the debt was, you wouldn’t think someone so harmless was capable of bargaining that much with a mafia and not having a clue. But so be it. You made your bed so lay in it as they say.

Wukong sat still for a while longer, everything swimming around his skull, all the realisations coming back at once. He took this long shaky breath, slowly looking away from the page and staring at the wall infront of him. Macaque sat up a little, just readying himself for it. There was another harsh breath, a tending of his fists. Then…

Oh.

What?

Wait-

Oh fuck.

That’s… that’s not what he had been preparing for.

Wukongs face was swiftly buried in his hands, and the room was filled with the sound of harsh sobbing and hyperventilating. He was definitely having a breakdown, but no the kind macaque had been expecting.

“I-I can’t do this anymore!”

Wukong cried out, tears gushing from his eyes into his hands, breath becoming stuttered and uneven. The paper fell to the floor, right at macaques, feet. He sat there, staring up at the ginger mortified, watching him break down completely over his damn paycheck. Macaque found himself a little whiplashed, actually dropping his cigarette to the ground as he stared at the ginger monkey completely fall apart in front of him. His eyes were wide and mouth agape. He had no idea what he was supposed to do, he’d never been in this situation before.

“This is just- it’s to-too much! I can’t h-handle this anymore!? I don’t- I don’t know what I-im supposed to do!?”

He looked up, his left hand slid up his face and into his hair, gripping at it harshly and tugging while the other fell to his lap. Tears gushed down. His breathing was becoming worse. His entire body had started to tremble, a look of complete and total panic on his face as he turned to macaque.

“What did I do to deserve this!? It’s not even my fucking debt!”

That caught macaque's attention. A slight flinch in his posture at the loudly shouted words.

“… what do you mean it’s not your debt?”

Wukong just cried harder, gripping his hair and looking down hopelessly.

“I-it’s my parents, they came-came to me asking for help and I stupidly did without a-asking any damn question. How was I-I supposed to know the-they were doing business with the mafia! They're my parents! I never expected them t-to stab me in the back- they- “

He couldn’t even finish his sentence, another wave of harsh sobs breaking through as he held his face and continued to break down completely. He couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t handle this. He’d been trying so hard to deal with it, so fucking hard. Despite everything he’d been doing his best. But it just felt like one terrible thing after another after another. Again, and again like a never-ending title wave of disappointment. His parents' betrayal, the mafia, the debt, the constant torment, and beatings. It was too much, he didn’t know what to do, he felt helpless and distraught, trapped in a cage with no hope of getting out.

Macaque sat there for a moment. He let those words sink in, wukongs loud crying playing in the background like some horrible soundtrack.

It was his parent's debt. And he’d taken the contract without realising what it really was. Well. That was unfortunate. Actually. Thats as bad as it gets. He couldn’t imagine anything more soul crushing and heartbreaking then that, and it gave him a whole new perspective on wukongs situation. It helped explain some of the idiocy at least, and the crying… fuck.

Macaque put a hand over his mouth, narrowing his eyes in frustration. what was he supposed to do now? The only thing he had to justify all this was wukongs signed up for it, but he couldn’t even say that. In fact, wukong had been trying to help his fucking parents, it’s their damn fault. The thought alone made his blood boil a little, he had a sore spot for shitty parents. But now wasn’t the time for that.

He looked up at the ape, watching him cry endlessly. It didn’t seem like he was gonna calm down any time soon, babbling on about how it was too much and unfair. It was getting annoying. What was he supposed to do? Crying in the mafia was already scene as a death sentence. People catch you crying and your instantly labeled as weak, targeted and laughed at. Crying is what gets a gun shoved down your throat. Crying is what gets you tied up in a warehouse with a group of guys beating the shit out of you.

He considered grabbing his gun, or punching, or putting his cigarette out on him. That’s what your supposed to do right? How you should deal with these kinds of situations, to make sure they don’t happen again…

That’s what they did to him.

Macaque paused for a moment longer, watching shaming closely. He let his thoughts swim for a moment, trying to decide what was the best response. Then sighed tiredly and stood up.

“If you shut your fucking mouth or I’m knocking a damn tooth out”

He stepped up to the bed and gripped wukongs collar harshly. Glaring down at him with an angered expression, flashing his fangs. Wukong looked up scared, trying to take a breath but failing miserably.

don’t cry. Don’t ever cry. Because if you cry this place will kill you without hesitation

“Man the fuck up. What are you a damn child! Stop fucking crying like a baby!”

He shouted right in his face, gripping his shirt firmly, letting his claws dig into the fabric and prick little holes in it. Wukong gasped for air, trembling under the ape as more tears threatened to spill.

“I-I can’t I-“

“Shut up!”

Wukong jolted at that, his whole body freezing at macaque stern tone. Macaque let a subtle growl slip out, glaring daggers right into the monkeys very soul.

“You're going to shut up, or I’m going to make you wukong. Understood?”

Wukongs kelt shivering. He tried to shake his head in agreement, but macaque refused to ease up, glaring even harsher at him. He let out this shaky cry, terrified, but attempting to try again.

“Y-yes sir-”

Just like that he dropped him, scoffing as wukong fell on the bed, gasping for air like macaque had chocked him. Macaque stood there, a cold unfeeling expression on his face as he waited, watching wukong desperately try to compose himself. He sat up, taking slow deep breathes while macaque stood over him watching.

calm down. You need to calm down

Slowly wukong began to compose himself, his body stopped shaking so much and his breathing began to steady itself. He rubbed his face against the hospital blanket for a moment, then timidly looked up at macaque, waiting for his response.

But macaque didn’t say anything, just let out a sigh and finally took a step back. He reached down, picking up wukongs papers along with his cigarette, and placed it back in his mouth despite it being half gone by now.

“You’ll be discharged tomorrow, I’ll be here to get you and take you back”

He kept his voice cold and uncaring like always, then quietly made his way to the door, not bothering to look back at him. He wondered if wukong might try to say something, but to his relief there was nothing, just silence as he opened the door, stepped out, and closed it.

He had to just stand there for a second. Letting his nerves settle back down, and his mind process everything that had just happened. Then he just groaned, beginning to walk away. His hand raised from his side, ruffling through his hair as he bit into the cigarette. This guy was proving to be a real handful, and he wasn’t really sure what to do with him. If he has to guess, he assumed wukong would probably wind up killing themselves. And he couldn’t even blame the guy. with the shit hand he’d been dealt it seemed like the logical thing to do. And suicide would make macaques life a whole lot easier.

“groooan I almost feel bad for the guy...”

He spoke out as he slowly slipped into the fancy limo, closing the door and letting the driver drive him off. He debated calling the boss to give him an update on things, but he wasn’t in the mood for the snakes' snide comments. So, he didn’t bother, simply gazing out the window and pretending he was anywhere else but here.

Notes:

This chapter is actually pretty important and I was trying something new with it.

Up untill now we’ve mostly just seen wukongs perspective of things, and seen macaque as this huge asshole in his eyes. But I wanted to show it from macaques side of things because to him he’s been going easy on wukong, and isn’t as composed as he comes off as.

Idk I just thought it was cool, lemme know your thoughts :>

Chapter 6

Summary:

They have a friendly chat

Macaque let out a heavy sigh, a large puff of smoke following as he stepped out of the limo.

“Fuck, talk about a shitty job. At least we actually got some cash this time, should make the boss happy. Sure you don’t need a trip to the hospital?”

Wukong stepped out of the other side, slowly walking around the back of the limo to where macaque was stood watching him. He had blood smudged on his face, his lil split and eye a little swollen. They’d just come back from their fourth job that day, and their last. It was supposed to be simple, just another debt collection, but the client got aggressive, and wukong wound up with a decent lunch across the face before the guy coukd be talked and beaten to a pulp. On the bright side while their men where searching the place they found all the cash he’d taken, apparently he hadn’t spent it yet because he was planning to flee to another country in the next week or so and wanted to bring it all with him. Idiot. They took the cash and decided to bring the guy in so the boss could make an example out of him.

“I’m fine”

Wukong walked passed macaque and up towards the apartment complex, not even batting an eye. Macaque watched him silently, then just sighed and began to follow him in.

Three weeks. That’s how long wukong has been part of their organisation. After he’d been discharged macaque had picked him up and had to take him straight to his second ever job, bosses orders. But when macaque had gotten him wukong had been acting differently.

It’s like he’d completely shut down. Like a hollowed-out shell, or a zombie. Shallow soulless eyes, no expression, moving as if on autopilot. He looked defeated, ready to completely give up. And honestly macaque wasn’t even that surprised. He figured the guy would kill himself after a day or so. But it’s been two weeks, and he hasn’t done a thing, or stopped being so miserable.

Every day is the same. He wakes up after macaque has to shout at him to get off the couch. Sometimes takes a shower or brushes his teeth or anytning of the sorts, only when macaque complains about his stench. He always passes out in his suit from the night before so he doesn’t bother changing the next morning, just puts his shoes back on and waits for their day to start.

Macaque drags him to a few different jobs. Most are just debt collections, since their still on the easy stuff. Occasionally they’ve had an interrogation with a mafia member, sometimes members act suspiciously or are hiding something and someone has to sit them down and interrogate them. Sometimes it’s for smuggled gigs. Guns or drugs mostly, just assisting with security while people get them from place to place. Just simple jobs that done take a lot of effort. The first two times macaque makes wukong keep his mouth shut and watch, then by the third time of doing the same job he makes him have an active role in it. So, it’s been a busy two weeks to say the least.

Macaque can’t find it in himself to complain about it either. Having wukongs as some mindless mummy is certainly less stressful than that bumbling idiot from before. He doesn’t have ask questions or argue or step out of line, he’s just quiet, and obedient. It’s less stressful, less worrying to deal with. Macaque doesn’t feel himself sweating every time they meat another mafia member like he had, doesn’t panic Wukong might slip up and get his face broken again. But this wasn’t exactly a good situation either.

The two walk back up to their apartment silently, going up the clean almost new looking elevator, peaceful background music playing out around them. Macaque tucks his hands in his pockets, standing silently beside the taller ape. Neither say a word, neither move, neither give any recognition they even know the other is there, like a pair of ghost's incapable of finding one another. The mirror behind them shows their tails. Macaques casually and lazily swaying, from side to side, barely even moving at all really. Wukongs as still as a stick. His bandages had been removed completely, his tail fixed up and in good shape. But you’d never guess, it’s like he’d forgotten how to use it, never moving, never doing anything. Just this limp pipe of flesh hanging off him.

Macaque briefly wondered if he was making a conscious effort to stop moving it or if it was just naturally happening do to his mental state. He knew from his own experience holding your tail still was no easy tasks. It was actually quite difficult to use them at all. They just hung there and moved mostly based of emotion. If you concentrated hard enough you could keep it still, or even use it for tasks like holding things and such. But to completely hold one still for so long almost impressed macaque.

“When do I get a gun”

There was a harsh flick in the black tail’s movements, fur puffing up briefly. His head snapped towards Wukong, but wukong didn’t turn towards him. Just looked dead ahead at the elevator doors. It took macaque a moment to process that, a little thrown off to even hear his voice.

“… a gun? Probably not for a while. You gotta get a couple promotions before they trust you with a gun, and gun training. We have a gun range at headquarters, you’ll be sent there at some point and have to learn to use a hand pistol, then after you’ve been signed off, they’ll give you one”

Wukong didn’t say anything to that, just stood silently and stared at the doors, letting macaque stare up at him for a brief moment.

“… that add on to my debt?”

Macaque paused for a moment, still no expression in his face, still no sign of… anything.

“Yeah. It does. So does every bullet. But their cheap”

Wukong still didn’t speak. The doors opened and he simply stepped outside, his tail dragging behind him like a wet towel.

 

Sizzling and popping filled the empty space with sound, delicious smells of spices and and cooked meat joined the sound as macaque stood over the stove, spatula in hand and cigarette in mouth. Music played in the back, a Japanese song called hot limit. Macaque could sing to all the lyrics if he wanted to, fluent in the language, but just stood humming to it, his tail flicking behind him peacefully.

The stake spit and hissed in its pan, butter drowning it with a variety of herbs. To the side sat a small plate of already cooked veggies, fried and plated neatly. Beside that was a glass of smoke sort of sauce the ape had made, a rich brown colour with an almost reddish shimmer.

He reached down, flicking the stove off, the bright blue flames going out. The spatula gently slid beneath the steak, causing a few extra hisses and pops as he gently began to lift it out from the yellow puddle, holding it out to let the liquid gold role off the brownish meat before finally plating it beside the cooked vegetables. He picked the sauce up and drizzled it over the collection of food, a satisfied smile on his face as the liquid soaked into the contents of his dinner. He added just a few more seasonings, some salt, and then he was done.

“Wukong, fuck off the table I need to eat”

He picked his plate up along with a knife and fork, then turned to the ginger, sat on the floor at his coffee table. He didn’t look any different, still in his suit, still stone faced. They’d been home for two hours and all he’d done was sit there and look at the collection of papers spread out across the furniture and floor. A calculator beside him along with a pen and several papers scribbled with notes. Macaque had managed to have a drink, shower, a second drink, and make an entire steak dinner for himself. He’d changed into a pair of black sweatpants and hadn’t bothered with a shirt, it was a warm night anyway.

Wukong glanced up at him briefly, then sighed, beginning to slowly gather up the variety of papers. Macaque walked over, not offering any kind of help. He stood beside him, watching with clear irritation as wukong continjed to collect his things, placing the calculator in his pocket as the papers in a folder he’d gotten for himself. Macaque glanced down briefly at the papers. Bank statements, pay checks, bills, debts, income. It was every bit of money he was earning and every bit of money he was loosing. Where it all came from and where it all went. Every detail on a bunch of random papers half hazardly shoved in a folder.

He’d done this every night. The moment they got home he’d sit down for hours, looking over all these documents, doing maths, looking stuff up on his phone and mumbling to himself about God knows what. It’s the only thing he seemed interested in, he’d sit there for a few hours scribbling and adding things together, then pass out on the couch. It was annoying, especially since macaque actually uses that table for eating and watching tv. He was willing to give his couch up so the ape could sleep somewhere but if he wanted to use the table then he was going to, wether wukong liked it or not.

He didn’t know what the ape was even trying to do, or what he was trying to figure out or calculate. Macaque didn’t know jack about any of that crap, he understood not spending more then he had and that was it. He couldn’t even begin to fathom what wukong was actually doing. Macaque assumed he was having a manic episode of some kind and decided leaving him to himself was easier than trying to approach the issue.

“Hurry up. My foods getting cold”

The monkey didn’t respond, just quietly picked everything up and stood, walking away to the other side of the couch. Once he’d been kicked off the table he usually sat in the floor behind the couch, continuing whatever it is he was doing. Macaque just rolled his eyes, sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the bottom of the couch and placing his food on the table, smiling happily to himself as he picked the remote up and began searching for something to watch.

 

“I’ll be back in a sec”

Macaques ear twitched, snapping his head up to see the orange monkey walking towards the balcony door. He hadn’t heard him speak in hours, it threw him off a little. But he didn’t lay it any mind, turning back to the screen as wukong slid open the glass door and stepped outside, shutting it behind himself.

 

It’s late, dinners been eaten and a few movies barely watched while macaque sat screwing around on his phone. He switches the tv off, letting out a sigh as he stand from the floor and raised his hands above his head, stretching his spine and limbs, tail straightening out then curling in on itself tightly to stretch out each small bone inside. Macaque slowly picks his plate up, yawning as he brings it to the sink to be cleaned the next day. He figures a quick smoke in the balcony can’t hurt before bed, as if he hasn’t spent an entire day smoking already. He looked towards the balcony and…

Wukong.

He’s still out there. Macaque feels a little whiplashed. He wasn’t sure when wukong had gone out but it had to be over an hour ago. And he’s still out there. Macaque glanced down to see his papers all in a neat pile with the calculator placed on top. What is he doing out there? It looks like he’s just leant against the balcony looking over the edge. Has he seriously just been stood there for hours.

Macaque lets out a heavy sigh, as much as he doesn’t want to deal with the guy doing this now would cause such a hassle and it’s late. He groans, walking over to the balcony door and sliding it open. Can’t the guy wait till morning to try this?

“That height won’t be enough to kill you ya know. At best you’ll fuck your legs and spine up. But that’ll just cost you a fortune”

Wukong jumps at the sudden noise, turning his head to see a very unamused macaque stood there staring at him annoyed. Wukong pauses for a moment, staring at him. Then lets out this long, tired sigh, and turns around.

“I wasn’t thinking about killing myself”

He says, sliding his back down against the fence and sitting on the cold floor, leaning his head back against the fence.

“I just… needed some fresh air”

Macaque pauses for a moment, staring down at the ginger as he gazes of into nothing, seeming far too deep in his own head. He can’t help feel even more annoyed. This whole thing has been such a hassle, and he’s getting real sick of having to deal with it. He coldly walks out onto the balcony, turning around and leaning his hip against the fence while he pulls a cigarette out of his pocket.

“Could’ve fooled me. You were staring at that ground like it was a damn trampoline”

He places the cigarette in his mouth, debating if he really has enough fucks to ask this next question. But after lighting it and taking that sweet nicotine breath, he sighs, realising he’s gonna have to deal with this sooner or later. Fuck sakes.

“What’s got you in such a mood anyway”

He saw a flicker of something in wukong eyes as he says it, taking another breath of his cigarette and blowing it out without another word as the ginger stared up at him.

“Thought you didn’t care?”

Macaque feels that twinge of irritation grow at that question, glaring down at wukong with clear anger that has the ginger quickly looking away timidly.

“You're testing my patience ginger. I don’t care, but this whole miserable zombie face is seriously pissing me off. I thought you’d just end yourself but clearly your too much of a coward. So either off yourself, quit acting like such a bitch, or tell me what’s going on”

He doesn’t care. He’s never cared. Why would he give a shit about some ape being miserable all the time? He doesn’t, it’s just a nuisance that’s all, that’s the only reason he’s asking.

The ginger goes quiet for a moment, staring off into space again while macaque stands there, waiting for an answer. But time keeps passing, and his pateince keeps growing smaller. Just as he’s about to snap at the ape again, and storm back inside abandoning this whole conversation he speaks up.

“45 years”

Macaques eyes widened. Then his face twisted into pure confusion. What the fuck? What is he talking about now?

“Thats now long it would take to pay of my debt”

Macaques expression changed from confusion to mild shock. What? How does he know that? Is that what he’s been doing this whole time with all the document, can a person even figure something like that out?

“Thats without extra billing. Like hospitals or extra expenses. But that’s unrealistic, so hypothetical if I had to go to the hospital ever month for something similar to my first time there it would be 52 years. Then if I wanted to eat three decent meals a day and shower ever morning and so on, it would be over 60 years...”

Macaques eyes widened further, staring at wukong a little dazed.

“And then there’s other factors I can’t even begin to account for. What sort of expenses I’ll have to make in the future, what this stupid mafia is gonna try and bill me for, if your stupid boss is gonna try increase bills or expenses or percentages and-“

Wukong let out this long exaggerated groan, holding his face dejectedly. Macaque watched him, a bit shocked. He’d been this emotionless zombie for two weeks and now he was shouting about money and bills and years and a dozen other things macaque could barely keep up with. He felt a bit whiplashed, this deer in the headlights expression plastered to his face.

Wukong sighed, sliding his hands down his face briefly and letting them drop, looking off into the distance with this defeated expression. He just looked so... Tired. So tired and done, like the work had sucked everything out of him and left him with nothing left. He didn’t even have enough energy to cry anymore, or be angry or scared. He was just done.

“Your boss is... A genius in the most sadistic cruel way possible. He’s created a system that ensures he can latch his claws into anyone that comes to his door and make sure they can never leave, and it’s done in a way that just barely counts as legal in some fucking way? There’s no escaping it, or getting out of it. Everyone is either stuck here or they kill themselves... There’s no out”

Macaque paused for a moment. Usually he’d have to retaliate with some form of physical attack to insulting the boss... But it felt oddly refreshing to hear that. Not pretend to suck up to the guy and just say it how it is for once. He’d forgotten how long it has been since he could just privately open up about what a prick the guy was? If anyone caught you saying that out loud you’d be thrown up a bridge with your feet in cement. But there wasn’t anyone here, it was just the two of them quietly suffering under similar circumstances and hating the guy that did it. So he let it slide.

“I could have told you that much. I’ve known that man for a long time, and trust me he’s no picnic. He’s great at playing the nice guy act but it’ll only hold for as long as he needs it to. once he gets what he wants you’ll never see that damn smile the same”

Wukong glanced up. There was a flicker of shock in his eyes, like he hadn’t expected macaque to bother talking to him. Hearing him remotely engage was a pretty big change of pace. But he wasn’t about to complain.

“... I know you hate me. And you dont want to talk to me but..”

Macaque stared at him, raising a brow at the almost desperate expression on Wukong’s face. He looked up at the ape, cringing at the pure helplessness he put on display

“What am I supposed to do? What does anyone do here? How does everyone... Just deal with it? Or how do they get out of it? What... What am I supposed to do?”

His voice was shaky, quiet, helpless. His eyes wide and you could see the dozens of questions and anxieties swirling around them. Hed realised how stuck he was, how backed into a corner he truly was. He’d finally accepted how shit things where and how unlikely it was going to be to get out of it. And as much as macaque wanted to slap the guy across the face for being so wimpy about it, he was a little relieved the guy had come to terms with it. So why not humour him? It’s not like the answer will make him feel any better anyway.

“Hmm. There’s a few things you can do. The first being...”

Macaque gestured over the edge of the balcony, wukong turns his head to look through the bars down at the ground, and visibly shivered at the implications. That’s a no.

“Or, you could do what a lot of people like you do, work your ass off to pay it off. Granted most people have a better chance then you do, smaller debts. But still, it takes years before they get out, if they don’t die before then. And once you do get out the police usually find you and arrest you since your not under mafia protection anymore. Honestly I wouldn’t recommend that, you wont pay it off and you’ll be miserable trying”

Wukong grit his teeth slightly. He’d sort of already figured that was the case, but hearing it so bluntly didn’t make it any less painful. Macaque didn’t pay him any mind, slowly taking another deep drag of his cigarette, then putting it out on the metal balcony fence, and reaching into his pocket for another.

“You could get on bosses good graces. A few people try that and honestly its not a terrible idea? But you gotta be a total suck up to him, practically kiss his feet and give him everything you have. In exchange he’ll spoil you a little and make your life a lot better, but just about everyone else in the mafia will fucking hate you for it. A lot of those guys end up beaten to death after a short while. But still, it’s got some good perks so maybe it’s worth it?”

Macaque flashed a sarcastic smile, eyes lidded as he glanced to wukong, lighting his second cigarette. Wukong didn’t say much, just huffed a little. The idea of sucking up to that... Man, utterly infuriated him. And he could understand the hatred towards those people, it just felt so slimy and cowardly.

“If that’s not your style. Then you can try what everyone else in the mafia does, including me”

Macaque smirks widely, eyes filled with this odd mischief as he hold his cigarette for a brief moment and looks down at wukong properly, actually paying attention to him for once. Wukong looks up, curious to what he has to say.

“Drink, smoke and fuck your misery away. That’s it”

Wukong flinched, eyes widening as macaque just smirked. He held his cigarette back up and took another long drag, not offering any further context then that despite Wukong’s clear confusion and startled expression.

“.. wait wait wait. What? That’s it? So just like, ignore all of it?”

Macaque simply shrugged.

“Yeah, pretty much. Work as hard as you need too to stay alive and live comfortably. Then when you start feeling shitty about where you’re life’s gone, drink smoke or fuck to distract yourself. There isn’t really anything else you can do. Just sit around and wait to die I guess”

Wukong felt horrified. Is that seriously it? Those are his options? Is that all he has to look forward too, spending the rest of his life miserable or intoxicated.

“It’s not all bad, I like to think of it as a pretty good opportunity”

Wukong looked at him, a confused expression on his face. Good opportunity? Like what, what could possibly be good about this.

“I mean it’s shit. But think about it, you can basically do whatever you want? As long as you pay up every week you can do whatever you like with your extra cash, I mean anything. You can take whatever drugs you want, Fuck whoever you want, do whatever illegal shit you can think of. You can buy what you want, so what you want. Boss doesn’t care, no one does. That’s how I look at it anyway? Good chance to just let loose, what else can you do”

Wukong stared at him as he finished speaking, letting his words wash over him briefly. He took a moment to think about it, really think about it. He’d always been the kind of guy to try and find a silver lining in anything, and as shitty as this was... That was at least something? Wasn’t it? Being able to do whatever you want...

He couldn’t help the sick smile that appeared at that thought. Fuck, he really was trapped, just like every sucker in here. So desperate for something that he’ll consider that as a silver lining. Fuck.

“whats something you’ve always wanted to try?”

Wukong hesitated for a moment. Something he’s always wanted to try? He wasn’t sure. He’d never thought about it, not really. Up until now he’s figured he was happy, didn’t need anything else. But that didn’t sound right either. Surely he wanted something? To try something at least...

“You ever tried gold sushi?”

Macaque seemed thrown off by that, looking at wukong confused.

“Fuckin what?”

Wukong snickered. He leaned his head back, sighing softly to himself.

“Its something my parents use to eat on special occasions. It’s sushi rapped in thin layers of edible cold with caviar on-top. I always wanted to try it as a kid but if I so much as looked at it my mother would scold me, saying I was too much of a hooligan to have something so refined. Maybe its spite but I’ve always wanted to try it”

Wukong hummed at the memory. It wasn’t exactly fond, his parent would always accuse him of being some roughian just because he liked playing in the backyard with bugs and sticks. They’d always have various fancy rush stuff that wukong never had a chance to try, as some kind of punishment. He’d managed to try out a few things after leaving but he’d never gotten around to trying that fancy looking sushi, something he’d been curious about for years. Sure it wasn’t the most spectacular thing in the world but it’s all he could come up with on the spot, and it weirdly brought him some comfort to think about.

Macaque just stared at him, this unamused expression. He could never understand how the rich thought, like seriously? Eating gold? How the fuck do you even come up with that. Seeing Wukong’s stupid little smile had just about dried up the last of his patience. So without a cold scoff he put his second cigarette out and looked towards the door.

“you got weird dreams”

Wukong chuckled.

“Its all I could think of on the spot. I’ll come up with something better”

Macaque eyed him for a second longer. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of him. At first it was pure irritation and disgust. Then it was just irritation. Then distain. And now he didn’t know what to think. He was still annoying, especially now that he was cheering up, but there was a weird pleasure in seeing him understand how fucked he was. Like they were finally on the same page. It was almost impressive, it was rare to have someone like that show up, someone who could handle it, who could accept it. It was a little refreshing infact. But besides that, he still didn’t like this guy, and he didn’t care about him either. He didn’t. Really... He didn’t.

“Welp, you seem in a better mood and I’ve had my cigarettes so, job well done. I’m going to bed”

And like that he stood up, walking towards the side door to hopefully retreat for the night.

Wukong watched him silently, taking a moment to just consider the other. It truth he’d really hated him when they’d first met. I mean how could you not? He was rude, obnoxious, aggressive. He beat the shit out of him. He didn’t care and basically treated wukong like dirt. But recently he’d been... Calmer? He wasn’t sure what the word was. The last two weeks had been pretty much silent between the two, besides the occasional orders. But he hasn’t been as outwardly horrible. He hadn’t killed him that night at the party, took him to the hospital... Which in retrospect doesn’t mean anything. But it could... Maybe.

He didn’t know what to think of macaque, especially now. But one thing was clear, they were stuck together, for now at least. And he didn’t want to spend all his time hating the guy he’s gonna be glued to. And if they can manage a few more conversations like this, then maybe it won’t be so bad?

“.. hey”

Macaque turned, glaring at him with one hand in the door, it slid halfway open already.

“Umm... Thanks for the advice.. sir”

Wukong didn’t want to push his luck to much, so he tried to keep things professional like he’s taught him to. But figured a small thanks couldn’t hurt.

Macaque just looked at him for a moment longer, then shrugged.

“uhuh”

And like that he was gone, shutting the door behind him and going to bed. Wukong just sat there quietly for a moment, just letting everything soak in. It wasn’t exactly good, actually the entire situation was a total shit show. But he felt a little better, at least.

He took one last deep breath, and finally stood back up, heading inside to get some long needed rest.

Notes:

I've come to realise something. If I want to write something good, and decent, I need to be in some form of emotional turmoil. Like, the first time I wrote a popular fic with a hundred chapters and loads of plot investment my parents were in the middle of a huge messy fucked up divorce, my mum was a bitch and I was just a total fucking wreck. But that's passed now. Now I've left school, I'm graduating in a few weeks, no more school, I'm turning 18 on 10 Oct. And honestly I'm a wreck again, and to deal with that I started making this, coming up with a huge complex plot idea and writing it to cope. And it helped, but I'm still pretty fucked up so :D

Idk, there was no point to this, I just felt like sharing. But I hope you enjoy this, it's weirdly therapeutic knowing I can make something people enjoy

Chapter 7

Summary:

Warning: mild gun violence

The sun beams over the distant buildings. a warm yellow glow spreading across the earth's surface, across buildings and roads, and conveniently directly into Macaques face.

His peaceful sleep was awoken by the blazing light, a soft curse slipping from his lips. Sleeping next to the window wasn't the best idea, especially without curtains. He needs to remember to get some at some point.

With his first introduction to the day being an assault on his retinas the monkey slowly pushes himself up, grumbling irritably as he rubs the grut out of his eyes and tries to get his body working again.

Not a moment later he hears a door open, and snaps his head to the side far to quickly to see wukong stepping out of the bathroom, fur still damp from his shower.

"Oh... Mornin"

Macaque paused for a moment, staring at him bleary eyed. Then just groaned, turning his head back and continuing to rub his eyes, wincing at the mild pain. He'd pulled something twisting his neck so fast so early in the morning. Great.

Wukong had mostly dried himself and gotten dressed in the bathroom, wearing his black pants, white shirt and yellow vest... Yellow vest.

Macaque had to do a double take. For the last two weeks wukong had basically just been wearing the mafia assigned uniform, the cheap scratchy one with red. Now he was wearing the nice yellow one he'd bought a few weeks back, and it looked clean.

Macaque was taken aback, actually since when did wukong shower this early? He'd only been showering every few days later at night. Not right in the morning... Why does he give a shit when wukong showers?

Macaque groans, this whole roommate thing was starting to mess with his head. He tried to think about literally anything else as he stepped out of bed, annoyed with himself. As he looked up he noticed wukong standing over in the kitchen area, pouring himself a bowl of cereal.

Had he eaten anything other then cereal the last few weeks? Maybe an apple here and there but besides that it seemed like he'd been living off the stuff. It was the only thing he actually went out and bought for himself too.

"You mind if I go shopping this afternoon?"

Macaques tail twitched. There goes that thought.

"Shopping? For what"

He raised a brow, wondering what the miserable monkey could possibly want.

"Food mostly. Kinda getting sick of cereal. Maybe some other small necessities like soap and drinks and so on"

He screwed the lid back on the carton of milk, walking over and placing back in the fridge, then scooping a spoon up and taking his bowl in hand, heading to the couch.

"I can go alone. But I don't know how to call the limo. So"

Wukong took a seat on the couch, glancing up at Macaque casually.

Huh.

He's acting... Normal. Less zombie more monkey. Weird.

He pondered on it for a moment, just a short moment, then reminded himself he didn't care. And let the thought drift away as quickly as it came. Instead he decided to put his efforts towards something he did care about. The alien feeling of not having a cigarette in his mouth for more then two minutes.

The monkey groaned, stretching his arms above his head in preparation for what was to come, then making making the heady action of reaching across his bed to grab the box cigarettes.

His joints and muscles aches and creaked in protest to his actions. He winced mildly, his back popping softly under the strain on his movements. His hand reached out, teeth getting before finally his hands latched onto the small box and lighter.

He pulled back, like a rubber band snapping back into place after being stretched, and let out a heavy sigh of relief ones his bones relaxed back in their respected places.

He took out a cigarette, grinning as he lit up his small nicotine victory and breathed in that sweet poison.

"Aye. Give me my laptop"

Macaque spoke as he draw the cigarette back, reaching his hand out expectingly towards the laptop laying on the coffee table. Wukong glanced at him, then towards the laptop, then furrowed his eyebrows slightly. There was a brief hesitation, more pondering how much eh was willing to tolerate the blunt rudeness. But after a small consideration he realized arguing was probably a terrible idea. So he silently picked the laptop up and walked over give it to the monkey.

Macaque seemed to notice the small drew back, and the mildly unpleased look on his face. Great, he really was back to his old self. He'd have to deal with that, but it was too early for threats and lectures, so he chose something easier.

"Good dog"

Mild degrading would do for now. And he couldn't get over way Wukong's eyes twitched at it, the moment of pause like he was trying to decide if he was willing to take it, then the sign of defeat, of submission. It was satisfying in a way you can only find in the mafia.

Wukong walked back to the couch, clearly irritated but not willing to speak on it. He is couldn't help he irritated with how accurate it felt. He really did feel like a dog, fetching for his owner when told. How humiliating. But he was almost use to it by now, two weeks of this treatment had made it easier and easier to swallow down, but also had allowed his distain towards the monkey to fester and grow.

While he sat, angrily munching his cereal macarque was opening up his laptop and beginning to type something on the screen, cigarette hanging in his mouth, smoke puffing out through his nose every so often. He opened his email and various contacts, seeing what jobs he had for the day.

Soon his eyebrow was twitching in an almost identical way to how Wukong's had been a moment ago, reading across the fresh job with clear dislike.

"... Oh for fuck sake"

Wukong glanced over curiously, his cereal almost gone. He noticed the look on macaques face, one he'd seen before. It meant three things, either he got a job he wasn't happy about, the boss had done something annoying like five him a job last minute that clearly needed more preparation, or he was dealing with someone he didn't like.

"Get your shit ready, we gotta go like... Twenty minutes ago?"

He said placing the laptop down and throwing his blanket off. Wukong hummed, guessing he was right about the last minute job theory. He stood back up, walking over to the kitchen to place his bowl down in the sink. Macaque retreated to the bathroom with his suit hanging over his arm.

Wukong went to grab his jacket, slipping his arms through the sleeves and buttoning it up at the front. He had to admit, it felt so much better to be wearing something so much better in quality. He couldn't deny the pang of stupidity he felt towards himself for spending so much money on a suit, but it was definitely more comfortable than the mafia provided one he'd been wearing until now.

He stood waiting by the door for a moment, listening to the faint shuffling and huffs coming from the bathroom. Macaque was getting ready for their day, wukong wasn't sure how much effort he put into his morning routine, but it didn't seem like a lot. He could hear a zipper being zipped, the clicking of a belt, a faint cuss, most likely from his belt briefly being too tight.

It was amusing, listing. Being able to picture the annoyed look on his face as he tried to get ready in a hurry. It was odd, loving with a roommate. Wukong had lived with his parents and then alone. He'd never had to share his private space with anyone, especially not somewhere so small. Even when he'd lived with his parents their home had been so big he could basically go an entire week without even seeing them. Now it felt like he had to navigate around another person, share every single little item. There was no escaping it, you where constantly aware of each other to some degree no matter where you went. He couldn't help feeling mildly suffocated by it, like he had no time to himself. But he didn't have a place to complain, he didn't have a place at all really.

There was no room for him here. Not only was it clearly an apartment for one, but it seemed macaque wasn't willing to make any room for him, beyond the bare minimum. He didn't have anything, besides a couch he could sleep on. Even that felt like a privilege. It was jaring, going from rich with everyhing he'd ever need, to barely having a place to sleep.

But there were positives. In a strange way.

Less positives more entertainments. Living with another person had been interesting, a learning experience to say the least. He'd never experience anything like it. He got to learn about the other monkey, a lot about him. Maybe he'd just been paying too close attention due to his utter boredom but still, he learnt things. things he didn't want to learn, things he didn't care for, things that felt insignificant, but things he learn non the less.

He learnt about his routine for one. What times he woke up and what times he went to bed. He learnt Macaque often bathed and took care of himself in the afternoon rather then the morning, like himself. He stayed up late and woke up late, also the opposite to himself. He always had a cigarette right before and after bed, actually he constantly smoked. But he did notice he smokes differently depending on the time and mood.

Early mornings he'd saver his cigarette, let it linger in his mouth with small slow breathes, enjoying it. Throughout the day he'd just pick at them, get one, smoke it a little, then put it out and save it for later, continuing to pick at it till it was done then getting another. If he was annoyed, or in a rush or stressed, he'd huff one down as quickly as he could, like he is as desperately trying to down as much nicotine as he could.

He didn't just learn his smoking habits thought. He learnt macaque often cooks his own meals, and it's almost always something rather nice, with several steps taken to prepare. Sometimes he'd start preparing and setting things aside in the morning, then come back to it in the afternoon for dinner. He always seemed to be cooking something fun, and it always made the whole apartment smell amazing with different spices and flavours. It had surprised wukong, seeing him always cooking with this content little smile. It felt like a break in character, such a drastic difference to how he usually is. But he couldn't complain, he actually found himself rather enjoying this side of him. As odd as that sounds.

He learnt other small things. What positions he slept in, how he liked to stretch his body, the groans and sighs he'd make when either uncomfortable or content. He'd seen macaque slowly loosen up over time. At first he'd been cold, unpleasant, harsh, threatening and all around just bad company. He was still all of those things, but it was dialed back a bit. Like he was getting use to the ginger, and finally allowing himself to settle into the new normal.

It had taken him a while to realise that this was probably a shock to macaque as well. I mean, from what he'd heard macaque had been on his own for a good few years, now he was suddenly sharing all his time with another monkey. Of course he'd be on edge.

Oddly enough thoughts like that brought wukong a strange comfort. It almost reminded him that macaque was a monkey, he wasn't just some mafia psycho, but he was a whole person, with likes and dislikes, routines and comforts of his own. Maybe that's why he paid so close attention, it was nice to see the emotional natural sides of him, see the softer parts of him he could relate to so easily.

The sound of water running knocked wukong from his thoughts, listening in as macaque washed off his face and tried to clean himself up a bit.

Wukong idely wondered if macaque had the same thoughts about him? Even paged attention to the small things, learnt things about him or wondered about his actions. Granted, he hadn't given much for macaque to learn the last two weeks, beyond a numb hollow shell of himself. And even then he sort of doubted the monkey cared enough to notice him... But it would be nice if he did.

"Alright let's go"

Wukong jerked slightly, turning his head to see macaque exiting the bathroom and rushing towards the door.

"Limo'l be outside in a five"

He rushed past wukong without another word, letting wukong catch up to him on his own as they both rushed out of the apartment and down the hall to the elevator.

Wukong stayed quiet, following behind as macaque pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. As they stepped inside the elevator he began to light it, taking a long deep breath of it in as quickly as he could.

Wukong see his tail flicking on that familiar way that meant he was irritated, or on edge, and watched him inhale his cigarette as quickly as possible. There was comfort in that, like it was part of his environment now... And realising that made him a little disappointed in himself.

He sighed, leaning his head back briefly to let his shoulders relax. He'd been so tight all week, and last week, his whole body had felt stiff. It was hard trying to go back to himself. Part of him wanted to continue wollowing over his situation, that sickening feeling of dread hanging over him every time he spared a moment to think about it too closely. But he didn't let himself, he'd had his melt down and now it was time to pick himself up and go on with his life, it's not like crying about it would help anyway.

"We've got a partner up"

Wukong flinched, turning his head down towards the monkey who was still inhaling his cigarette.

"Boss signed two pairs for a gig. Us and another pair. Their ranked above you so keep your head down and don't say shit unless they ask you something directly, got it?"

Wukong stiffened a little at that. Partner up? That hadn't happened before. They'd shared work with groups of guards or extras but never another pair of mafia members. Did that mean the job was different?

"um. Is there a reason for that?"

He tried to keep his voice even and respectful, despite the mild hesitation in his voice. Macaque didn't spare him a glance, just stood there for a second without a word, then finally began to speak again.

"Boss got a new client. Some big fancy businessmen wants some competing company taken down and out of his way. So we're going to kidnap the owner"

Wukongs eyes widened. What? Kidnap? Like actually- kidnapping someone? Wait no, no that's illegal- well this is the mafia so that makes sense, but they can't seriously be taking it that far right? That's absurd. Macaques just fucking with him, it wouldn't be the first time. Surely he's just being an asshole about it right?

He doesn't get a chance to ask, the doors open and macaque steps out with just a little bit too much speed. Heading straight towards the door and leaving wukong stood there, mouth hanging open lazily.

".. wait wait wait- what did you just say?"

Macaque stood outside the building beside the parking lot, waiting patiently for the limo to arrive. Wukong rushed up behind him, genuinely concerned about what he'd just heard.

"Are you deaf now? I said were kidnapping some rish guy to help another rich guys business. Pretty simple stuff"

Wukong stared at him, eyes wide mouth slightly agape. Macaque glanced over to see the Cleary horrified expression on his face as he realised this wasn't infact some sick joke, and he was actually about to help kidnap a man. He just rolled his eyes.

"Oh please, it's the fucking mafia. You didn't really think it was all debt collections and security duty did you?"

Wukong went to speak, but the words quickly died in his throat. He knew the mafia was harsh, and that it might get worse but he didn't expect this, he wasn't ready for something so extreme.

"Boss has been going easy on you. Now you've settled in enough that he can finally start giving us better jobs. Hell slowly work us up till we're up to the kinda jobs I'd usually be taking"

Wukong paused for a moment, staring at macaque with a growing sense of dread.

"W-wait, what sort of jobs did you use to take?"

Macaque just shrugged.

"Taking care of problems mostly"

Wukong felt a cold chill go up his spine, his fire beginning to stand on end as be watched the cold, unfeeling expression on macaques face.

"... Taking care of problems?"

Macaques paused for a moment, letting wukong marinate on that discomfort. Then his eyes turned to look at him. This eerie smile slowly spread across his face, all teeth and fangs.

"You'll find out. Eventually"

That did nothing to ease his worries, infact it only made him feel worse. And macaque just stood there, side eyeing him with that awful grin, before the limo finally arrived Infront of them. His smile dropped, and his expression went back to being cold and unfeeling as he stepped into the car. Wukong stood there for a moment, Cleary unsettled, and a tad scared. But after a moment he began walking around the limo to get in, not daring to utter another word.

Just as he was starting to settle into things, macaque just had to go flip his world up again. It felt like there was no hope for any kind of comfort. No hope at all. All he could do was sit and let everything happen without a chance of being able to do anything about it.

 

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"Remember. Do exactly as I told you, don't fuck up, don't hesitate, don't do anything stupid. If you fuck this up you'll be walking home with a bullet in your foot. Got it?"

Wukong shivered, tail coiled tightly around his leg, giving the best nod he could manage, but it came out shaky and uneven.

"Wukong"

Macaque spat his name like it was venom, glaring angrily at the ginger. Wukong flinched, nodding his head again more frantic and fearful.

"Y-yes sir"

Macaque glared at him a moment longer, eyes sharp and cold. He watched Wukong's face, the clear anxiety and discomfort in his eyes for what he had to do, but he didn't care. He let out a scoff, and quickly walked away, leaving wukong standing there on the small viewing platform as he went back downstairs.

It's was late at night, and it felt like all they'd been doing for hours was preparing for their job.

They had met up with the other pair. A light pink skinned demon with one large horn on his left side, and an elf with white eyes, no pupils, light blue skin and white hair. From what wukong gathered they were ranked highly in the mafia, but still below macaque, and they didn't seem to friendly. Both just snickering and mocking towards wukong, but they didn't outright harm him so he let it be.

They'd all gathers and spent a good few hours sitting in an office discussing the plan. It was simple enough, in some aspects, and less simple in others. The man in question was an owner of some tech business, had been building up the company slowly on his own. It was starting to rival with a few different companies, including their "clients" business.

The pair they where working with had already collected enough info to gather where the man would be throughout the day, and when would be the best time to act. That night he would be in a bar with a women. They had managed to swap out the bartender for one of their doubles that night so he could spike the man's drinks with a bit more alcohol then they should have, to hopefully intoxicate the man beyond his limits. It helped that he was already a bit of a drinker.

Then, macaque was going to approach wearing the bars uniform and ask the man to come with him while explaining their was a fund issue with his tab, and they needed to sort it out if he wanted to continue drinking for the night. Then once he was in one of the back rooms, away from the public area the other two men would approach and hold a gun to the man. At which point they'd coax him into the van out back by threatening his life.

After which their bartender would approach the women and explain he has to be taken home because of banking issues, and she'd be sent away without a care in the world. After that, apparently their client wanted information. Specifically about his business, his banking details, his connections and knowledge of other companies. So they'd have to bring him back for interrogation.

Wukong had sat there in a daze while hearing all of this, unable to offer up anything other then the occasional awkward nod. He was terrified. Utterly petrified. These people sat around talking about an inside orchestrated kidnapping like it was a Tuesday brunch. They were even making jokes about the bartender being able to sneak them a few drinks while on the job.

He didn't know what to do. He had made the decision to just deal with the mafia, ignore it like macaque had said but he didn't realise it was this bad. Why was everything always getting worse? Why was it every time he found some ground to stand on more cracks appeared to sending him falling deeper into this endless nightmare.

He didn't want to kidnap someone, or be part of anything like that. But how could he say no? Any time he'd tried to argue with a job in the past it had ended in him getting the back of a gun smashed into his face.

His only small relief was the job he'd been given. It was small, macaque said he wasn't getting any important roles since it was his first time, and more like an observation then actual participation. But he still did have a role.

He stood in the room beside the backroom they would be taking the man to. It was a large sort of ball room, reserved for large parties or even weddings by the establishment, and held various doors all around that lead to both the front and back of the building. It was difficult getting enough men to cover every exit, and having every exit fully sealed without raising suspiciouns. So wukong was placed on to viewing platform, a small almost balcony at the top of the room at the far end.

He was stood there, looking around nervously. Macaque had already left. All he has to do was stand here and watches the door incase the man tried to make a break for it. There wasn't a huge chance eh would, I mean he was being cornered by three experience mafia members. It was just incase, making sure they had a plan for if anything went wrong. He had nothing to worry about. Even if the guy did run through there he would have three guys behind him instantly, wukong wouldn't need to do much of anything. This was just a learning experience nothing more.

"Oh by the way!"

Wukong flinched, looking down to see macaque poking his head out the door as he shouted up at the monkey, his voice faintly echoing in the large room.

"Boss wants you to actually learn something so on the chance he does come through here, we're not helping you"

There was a flash of this sick little grin on his face, lips curling in that familiar evil smile.

"And if you fuck this up, I'll personally make sure you learn"

The tone had him shivering, despite the distance macaques scornful gaze still felt burning. He was only able to muster that timid nod, gulping down the build up of spit in his mouth. Macaque didn't say anything else, didn't offer anything else, he just stared at him a moment, and smiled. Then turned and left, the subtle click of the door echoing back through the room.

Wukong felt his body tensing up. His palms felt sweaty, his clothes felt too hot all of a sudden. He didn't like that, didn't like the implications. And worst of all, he didn't like the very good chance macaque was going to make wukong do this.

His grip tightened around the gun in his hand.

He'd never used a gun, never even held one till today. Macaque had given him a spare. Despite his protests and questioning of why he was being given a gun with no prior training, macaque had just shrugged.

"you'll figure it out"

He'd said, and gave no further explanation. Apparently this was a thing in the mafia. It was called "first shots" and was almost a celebratory thing? New members were always given a random opportunity to shoot a fun for the first time, and depending on how they did they'd been celebrated or humiliated. That's what the elf had told him, and it hadn't made him feel any better.

He already had a bad rep in the mafia, people barely even used his name. Hed been given a variety of names infact, ginger, stage fright, faggot, homo, orange ape, rich ape, monkey, money breath and so on. It was clear they didn't like wealthy people around here.

People already didn't like him much, or didn't respect him. He didn't need another reason for people to hate him, especially if that reason was being shit at shooting a gun.

He wasn't even given any instructions on how to use it. Macaque said there were three bullets already in it, and to aim and pull the trigger. That's it. Didn't even show him how to hold it correctly, it felt like he was being set up to fail. Which would match up with macaque behaviour towards him so far.

Wukong took a few more deep breathes. He stared down at that door, eyes fixated on that door. His entire body felt tense, he had both hands grasped around the gun tightly, finger under the trigger. He was pretty sure he was holding it right, like in the movies. But if movies showed gun handling as accurately as they show women waking up with a full face of make up then he was fucked.

Still, he tried his best, aiming the gun as best he could a few times, testing the hold of it, trying his stances to be steady. He tried to think of everything, how loud it might be, the jolt it might cause, the aim possibly going lower then were he shoots it. He thought of every angle, fretting over every little detail he could think of to make this work.

... Oh my god.

His face began to drop, and a dawning horror began to sweep over him. Was he... Was he seriously about to shoot someone? Was he seriously trying to think of the best way to shoot someone running for their lives? Someone who's done nothing to him, and he has no knowledge of anything bad they have done in the past. This was a stranger, someone like him, someone who probably just doesn't want to get kidnapped, which is reasonably. And he was planning to shoot them?

His stomach began doing somersaults, his mind swirling with guilt, fear, anxiety and a crushing dread he couldn't escape.

He couldn't seriously do this could he? But what choice did he have, he didn't want to think about what macaque might do to him if he didn't go through with it. Or how much worse the mafia would treat him.

Before he can fall any deeper into his spiralling panic he hears voices behind that door, even from this distance he can hear faint yelling. He tenses up further, realising it's starting, they've got the guy and have made their intent clear. All be has to do is watch the door, and hopefully get the ok from someone that it's been taken care of and he doesn't have to worry.

"Help! Help! There's a group of psychos after me!"

Why does the universe hate him?

"Someone! Someone help me!"

Wukong stares down, watching an overweight, well dressed drunken man rush through the door and into the dining hall, looking around frantically. His whole body feels tense, every muscle bound tightly around his bones. His eyes are so wide they might just pop out of his skull, and he can hear the way his tail flickers behind him.

Everything feels slow, his brain feels like it's moving too quickly for him to catch. He watches the man lock eyes on one of the doors, and start to rush towards it. No, he can't let him escape, it'll be his ass if he does. but is it right to stop him? What is he saying of course it isn't.

 

"Get away from me!!"

The man's screams cut through the thoughts clouding Wukong's mind, his focus now entirely on the large man rushing towards a glass door, leading straight into an alley way. Wukong wasn't sure if they had anyone standing by out that door, he hadn't been told the exact location of all the guards. Figures. He was started to bank quite heavily on his theory that Macaque was purposely setting him up.

Fuck fuck fuck. He can't let him get away, he can't, he'll be in so much shit. But he can't shoot someone, he'd never shot someone before. Fuck. Fuck fuck shit fuck shit!

His ears started ringing, sweat beeded down his forehead, his arms trembled as he slowly held the gun up, desperately trying to to aim.

His arms shook so violently he could barely win the thing, his eyes could barely focus as an overwhelming pressure built up in his skull. He was to puke, he wanted to hunch over and be sick all over the damn floor, he couldn't take this, it was too much.

But the guy was getting away, and he couldn't see anyone coming out to stop him. No hes got his hand on the handle, no no this is bad, this is bad.

His chest was pounding, his breathing becoming frantic, his tail quivered, stuck firmly in place, eyes as wide as they could be yet he could hardly see a thing. He had to act, had to make a decision. Now.
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BANG

"DONT MOVE"

Every breath felt impossible to take, yet all he could do was heave in each breath. His ears rung even louder then before, the sound of the pistol firing hurting his eardrums. His entire body shook with adrenaline, heart racing too fast for him to catch up with.

Glass shattered over the man's face, one shard slicing across his cheek allowing a gentle dribble of blood to begin trickling out and down his face. There was an audible yelp, the man turning to see wukong above, staring down at him with a gun pointed directly at him. He'd tried to shoot above him, just to grab his attention, to startle him. He hadn't meant to hit the glass, to his so close, but he was just relived he hadn't hit the man.

"DONT MOVE OR ILL SHOOT"

he shouted loudly, his voice a little more steady then it had been before. His body couldn't stop shaking, his heart pounding so bad he thought it would crack against his ribs. But there was a relief when the man put his hands up and froze, petrified wukong may shoot again.

There was a brief moment, a horrifying moment as wukong just stood there, staring down completely lost for what to do now the man was holding still, and terrified he might try to run for it again. But then the others came rushing out of that room, and soon where tackling the man to the ground, shouting and cussing as they tried to tie his hands behind his back and hold him down.

He'd never felt so utterly relieved in all his life. It was like his entire body instantly melted the moment he heard their loud shouts. He lowered the gun, suddenly feeling out of breath, sweat soaking into his collar as it rolled down his neck. His tail was quivering behind him, beginning to swish side to side as the left over adrenaline found a place to go. His entire body continued shaking, much harsher now that he didn't have to focus so hard on keeping still, infact he felt like his knees may give out any moment. But he was relived. Like it was over, like he'd done it.

Then he saw Macaque.

The two very briefly made eye contact, Macaque standing off to the side as the other two pulled the man outside. He had a cigarette between his fingers, and was staring right up at wukong. His eyes cold, sharp, threatening. An extremely obvious displeased look on his face, almost angry.

And his body instantly tensed up again, that horrible fear creeping right back into place like it had never left.

 

There was a loud thud, followed by pained groans and a crash into the ground.

"When I tell you so shoot someone. I mean fucking shoot someone!"

Wukong cried out as his tail was stomped on, tears pricking his left eye, unable to leave his right as it began to swell after having the back of a gun slammed into it.

"I don't need some worthless fuckwit who can't even shoot a gun right as my partner! I mean what the fuck was that!? You weren't even aiming!"

Wukong whined, twitching as macaque twisted his foot down against his tail, like trying to smoosh the limb into a paste, an extremely painful paste.

"I-I've never shot a gun before I didn't know what to do!?"

Macaque scoffed, this subtle growl under his voice as he lifted his foot away. He took a breath of his cigarette, glaring down at wukong as he tried to look up at him helplessly. Then he leaned down, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of the gingers hair and hosting him up with a snarl.

"You knew perfectly well what to do. Your just didn't have the guts to do it"

He stared him in the eye, this disgusted look on his face, like the mere sight of wukong is the most repulsive pathetic thing he's ever seen. Wukong wants to reply, want to argue even. But his words die before they can even reach his throat, and he's left staring back at Macaque silently, looking as helpless as ever. Macaque moved his mouth around for a moment, then purses his lips and suddenly spits right in Wukong's face.

"Your one worthless piece of trash. I mean seriously? Why don't I just throw you out with the rest of the garbage aye?"

This sick little grin crosses macaque face, mocking and condescending as he stared down at wukong, spit rolling down his cheek.

"But no. Poor ol boss thinks your worth a fuck. So I'm stuck trying to fix up this pile of trash instead of tossing it with the rest of em. Lucky me"

His smile drops to one of unamusement. He stays like that for just a moment, then finally let's go of the gingers hair, causing him to drop slightly. He stands back up, readjusting his suit and walking away without another word.

Wukong just sat there for a moment, this puzzled and disbelief expression on his face as he stared at nothing, trying to process what Macaque had just done. He slowly brought a hand up, and cautiously wiped the spit off his cheek, a mild disgust growing in his chest.

Had Macaque seriously just... spat on him? In his face? Sure he was use to being beaten and degraded and insulted and chastised but spat on like that? It felt so... Dirty. So much worse somehow. So wrong and... Something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

He took a moment to fully process it, then finally stood back up, trying to brush himself off and stand up straight, trying to move on like he always had.

"Ooooh, looks like the monkeys are getting along~ how cute"

Wukong glanced over to see the pink skinned demon standing there, snickering at the monkey mockingly. Wukong attempted to ignore them, huffing a little as he tried walking away.

"Honestly I'm shocked to see how much he likes you, I mean I haven't seen him show a soft side before. Didn't think he had one"

That made him pause. Wukong stopped in his place and turned his head cautiously, looking at the demon confused.

"... How does beating me up count as a soft side?"

He wasn't sure if it was out of place to ask, but he asked anyway. Anything to get a little more info on the ape, to know something more about him. The demon just hums, smiling at him playfully.

"I don't think you truly understand who macaque is. Do you?"

Wukong narrowed his eyes on them, not giving an answer. But that seemed to be answer enough as the other continued.

"Buddy. That partner of yours is possibly the most terrifying member of this organisation"

As they speak, they slowly begin to approach, taking slow calculated steps towards the monkey as they stare at them amused, seeming humoured by Wukong's lack of understanding.

"I mean, he's like the bosses pet. He's one of the only members to have survived as long as his has, has killed as many as he has, and has gone a sling as he has alone and still been totally fine! He's not just some guy in a mafia, he's thee guy in a mafia"

Wukong watched as the demon began to circle him slowly, waving their arms up as they spoke, this little grin on this face as they spoke.

"Why do you think everyone's so damn nice to the guy despite what a prick he is? Because getting on his bad side is a fucking death sentence. He has killed plenty of his own men just for the hell of it!"

Wukong could feel his tail twitching slightly at his words, an uneasiness beginning to creep in.

"The fact your standing right now means two things. Either your a bigger deal then you look and the boss has made strict orders for macaque to keep his hands off as much as possible. Or he's got a soft spot for ya, for whatever reason"

The demon waves their hands off. Eyeing Wukong's shocked expression with that same amusement. All the monkey does is stare back at them. He wonders if he should reply, ro ask more questions. But if he's honest he doesn't want to hear anymore right now.

The demon seems to pick up on his lack of engagement and after a moment gets bored, sighing to themselves.

"Anyway, got shit to do so, goodluck with your boyfriend"

They say mockingly, walking off without a care in the world while wukong stand there, his still spinning out of control.

 

"If anyone asks you didn't take the shot"

Wukong flinches, turning his head to face macaque who's sitting across from him in the limo. He hasn't spoken a word since his little beating, then suddenly pipes up with that.

"Huh?"

"If anyone asks, you didn't need to shoot. We caught the guy before he left the room and you didn't need to do anything. Got it?"

He's looking out the window, face turned away so wukong can't make out what he's thinking, tho he wouldn't be able to anyway even if he could see him.

Why? Was macaque that embarrassed by his misfire he didn't want people even knowing about it. Or was it something else. Whatever the case wukong wasn't about to argue, especially after hearing about their weird custom around first shots. He was already unliked as it is.

".. yes sir"

Macaque doesn't offer anything else after that, and neither does wukong.

Notes:

Sorry I kinda abandoned this for a while- anyway enjoy.

I was originally planning on making this a slow burn and really slowly easing into the relationship stuff, but I'm getting to that impatient point where I think I'm just gonna start getting into it. Idk or I'll just totally forget about this story for like ages and write something else

Chapter 8

Summary:

Little glimpse into the past

Snakes curl and sway around the man's head, board expressions plastered to their small faces. The man himself with a similar uninterested depiction as he glares down at his phone, reading over a few emails he needed to reply to later.

He takes a brief step to the side just as a bullet flies past, barely missing him, and glances up from the phone coldly.

"I said shoot the kid. Not me"

He glares at a man standing there, covered in sweat and blood, panting after his exertion, gun in one hand and a boy's neck in the other.

"Sorry boss, kid kicked my hand when I tried to shoot. Fiesty little fucker"

He looks down at the boy, barely 18, glaring at him as his hands squeeze just below his chin. There's a faint gasping sound, claws digging in and scratching at the arm around his throat, one fang bare as he snarls up at the man, black tail thrashing below him as he desperately tried to get away.

The gun is pointed down at the monkey, a twisted little smile appearing as the man pushes the end of the barrel into the boys stomach.

"You'll pay for that one"

BANG

Loud unbearable screams quickly escape the boy, his entire body thrashing against the unbearable pain, blood spurting from his stomach.

The man finally let's go of his throat, dropping him to the ground as the ape quickly begins to curl in on himself, gasping helplessly as he tries to hold the bullet wound.

Blood seeps into his suit, staining a his hands and making a nice puddle all over the floor, though it's not the first bit of blood that has been spread today.

His entire body was a disaster. Blood and bruises covering every inch of him. His suit didn't even look like a suit anymore, just some rags barely hanging onto his slim body. His tail was a crumbled barely moving mess, like someone had grabbed it and tried to snap every individual bone untill it was just a useless sling of furr. His right hand was bloody with several fingers bending the wrong way or just straight up not moving anymore, and don't even get start on his face.

Several teeth knocked out, only omg fang left and a few back teeth, but the fronts are mostly gone. His nice is almost as flat as his face with blood pouring out down his mouth and chin.

He can barely see, barely move, barely breath and he's started to get light headed from all the blood loss.

"Alright, id say that's just about enough"

Xiangliu places his phone away in his pocket, slowly walking towards the crumbled bloody mess on the ground as the other takes a few steps back, giving them space.

Macaque can barely hear anything at this point, just a constant ringing in his ears from having his head stomped in, he's fairly certain there's a fracture somewhere in his skull.

He lost track of how long he'd been in here, getting beaten ruthlessly. A few hours at least. If the boss was back from his meeting it had to be at least three, maybe more.

"Oh you poor thing~ does it hurt?"

The boss asks, kneeling beside macaque with a sympathetic smile.

"Don't worry, I'll get you all fixed up as soon as possible"

He says in the most sickeningly sweet smile, reaching down to ever so gently take the boys chin and turn his head to face him.

Macaque can feel a rising revolution at the touch, wanting to flinch away from it. But he's so utterly terrified of this man he just doesn't have the guts to do it, infact his entire body just goes stiff, trying his best to look up at him like an obedient dog.

The man seems pleased by this response, maybe a little amused, grinning down at him gently as he watches the small body quiver in pain.

"Next time, when I tell you to shoot someone. I mean shoot someone"

The tone is enough to have chills up his spine, and all macaque can muster is a pathetic nod. And to that the man actually laughs, a cold, calculated and degrading laugh. Macaque would be angry at this if he couldn't feel himself about to pass out, the world spinning and his breath becoming shallow.

"So well behaved. Now come on, let's get you to the hospital and fixed up. Wouldn't want you looking like such a mess before your next job"

And with that the man drops him, quietly beginning to walk away as others walk in to take macaque, who had finally lost the last but of conciseness he had left.

 

"Uhh... I'm back!"

Macaques eyes shot open, his body jumping up from its spot on the couch while letting out a harsh gasp.

Sweat soaked into his clothes as he takes a few deep breaths, shaking slightly.

"Woah- hey are you ok?"

He glanced up, eyes sharp as they pin on the source of sound. Wukong, holding... Grocery bags?

He brings a hand up to his head, dragging it through his slightly damp hair. Right, wukong went shopping for stuff and while he was gone, macaque took a nap on the couch.

"Huh? Yeah- yeah I'm fine"

He says dismissively, despite feeling every nerve in his body vibrating.

"Are you sure? You don't look so good. Did you have a bed brea-"

"Wukong"

Wukong quickly stopped his sentence, seeing the Cleary unhappy look on macaques face

"I said I was fine. so drop it"

He practically snarls it out as he speaks, glaring daggers into the ape. Wukong is quickly to step back, sensing the hostility and quickly begins making his way to the kitchen.

"Right- right right- your the boss, anything you want"

He sheepishly makes his way to the fridge and begins putting his things away, trying desperately to avoid facing the unhappy monkey.

Macaque let's put a heavy sigh. Raising a hand to his forehead briefly as he sits on the edge of the couch. Just a dream, just a stupid dream. Of course.

He rubbed his eyes, a little irritated to be dealing with this right now. But what can you do?

Then the hand rests over his mouth, eye glancing up to the blank tv for a moment, looking at his reflection for a moment. Fuck, he was a wreck. Great. And Infront of this ginger moron, perfect.

It had been a while since he's had a dream like that, but he wasn't exactly surprised with what they'd been doing today. And what happened with wukong had brought up some... Stuff.

He pauses for a moment, pondering something. Then take a small peak towards wukong. He's got bandages around his tail, a patch over his swollen eye and a few bandaids and fix ups here and there from his brief discipline. Wukong must think he's a monster, for putting him through all this. Beating him every time he screws up.

Macaque sighs. Leaning back into the couch and gazing at the ceiling. If only he knew.

If macaque let him off the hook every time the boss would start getting snippy with him, and take things into his own hands. And macaque knows better then anyone you don't want the boss dealing with your discipline.

The ape groans, a bubbling irritation beginning to set in. Why does his life have to be such a fuck fest?

... Maybe a cig will help.

Notes:

I wanna explain that I've got like a story planned in my head for these two.

I've got a big tragic mysterious backstory for mac, and a big emotional dramatic moment for wukong to discover it and macaque finally opening up and trusting and Yada Yada.

But I'm also impatient, so I wanna rush it so I can write about gay sex. But I can't completely rush it-

Idk there's no reason for this I just want you guy to know my current experience with this. Anyway enjoy

Chapter 9

Summary:

Sharing a smoke together

Macaque has been a lot more irritable as of late.

He's always been a grumpy individual, always ticked off or pissed about something. But it's like he's slowly becoming more and more annoyed with everything, specifically wukong.

He's had to shrink himself even more than before, just breathing too loud seems to set him off nowadays. Wukong tries his best to keep out of his way, but it's difficult when you live together and work together and rely on him for just about everything to do with your job.

But with each week that goes by it feels like his patience grows thinner and thinner. And wukong is starting to worry a little bit. Not for macaque, for himself.

Like now for instance. The two monkeys are sat in a meeting with the boss speaking to everyone. Their at a table with about ten people in total, but it seems only five are really necessary.

Wukong's been in the mafia long enough to get a small grasp for the hierarchy. And he's come to understand he boss has his little group of top men. Their the ones that will do just about anything, no matter how sick or fucked the job they'll do it flawlessly. The people who have survived the longest and the people who have supplied to most benefits to the boss.

Wukong had been surprised to learn that the longest known member had only been there for 10 years, which was a big deal apparently. Most die within the first.

So half of the men and women here were the bosses top dogs, his most reliable employees. The other half were those peoples partners. Which included himself.

They were just there because they had to be with their partner, but it became clear it wasn't that necessary as he sat there quietly. Letting macaque do all the talking while he barely kept up.

It seemed to just be a basic meeting about bills and jobs and so on. Reminding people to be careful about getting caught and to not tolerate misconduct from others and so on. Some mild changes to schedules but nothing that note worthy, apparently he holds a letting like this every few months, just to keep an eye on things and give them the chance to speak up about anything that could be an issue.

Despite that, every time wukong so much as glance din macaques direction he could practically feel the rage flaring off him.

He. Was. Pissed.

And wukong couldn't figure out why. It seemed he was just irritated about something, just something. He didn't know what or how or why, but he wasn't willing to figure that out. He just hoped macaque would calm down before their next job, or things would get messy.

"Well I'd say that concludes today's meeting. I appreciate you all making time out of your busy schedules. Your dismissed"

There was a noticeable shift in room as everyone quickly melted into their chairs, clearly relived to be free of this meeting and ready to go.

Macaque began to stand, still annoyed but also relived to be leaving. Untill the boss out his hand up.

"Oh not you macaque. I need a word, privately"

Macaque quickly stiffened, eyes snapping to the man. Wukong looked a little surprised. Watching the boss gently smile at him. Everyone else stood to leave, not saying a word or even acknowledge what the boss had said.

From Wukong's understanding macaque was the most terrifying member of this mafia. His statement, his right hand. And because of that people always try to stay on his good side, and not piss him off.

Soon everyone was left, and it was just the three of them left. Macaque looked weirdly tense, or mad. Glaring at the snake man silently as he began approaching.

"I won't keep you long. I just wanted to check you received my email a few weeks ago?"

Wukong watched all the fur in macaques tail puff up, swatting agitated. His hands balled into fists and he could almost hear the way his teeth grinded down.

".. wukong could you wait outside a sec"

"There's no need for that, he's your partner let him stay"

Wukong looked up confused, watching macaque tense up even further as the boss just smiles at him, giving wukong a brief grin before turning back to him.

"I just wanted to check in and make sure you were obeying my request? I know you've become rather fond of those uhh... bdsm clubs, but I think it was beginning to interfere with your work. Plus you budget can't really afford it"

Wukong froze. He snapped his head over, seeing that oh so pleasant smile on the man's face, and watched as every fur on macaques body stood on end, bristling harshly as he heard those words.

Well that explained a lot.

Wukong learnt early on that macaque frequented those sort of sex clubs. The first time had been at the big party he'd gone to with the mafia, where he'd been beaten for being gay. Macaque had been to busy to help him because it was in one of them.

From what he'd heard and seen it was obvious macaque used them as some kind of stress reliever. A way to take the edge off, much like his smoking and drinking problem. Wukong wasn't sure when he'd stopped going, macaque leaves the house all the time for odd things. But it explained why he'd been so pissed lately. And why he'd been so angry during the meeting... And why he was so upset now.

Then it dawned on him. Wukong had just sat there and heard the boss say that. Something that was clearly very private. Something he knew macaque wouldn't have wanted him to know.

And now he does know, and macaque is possibly in the worst mood he's ever seen him in, and he's sitting here with knowledge about him he shouldn't have while the boss continues to patronise him.

He's so utterly fucked.

 

He hasn't been this on edge around macaque since they first met. It felt like walking next to a live bomb that would go off any second.

Their both walking down the street back to their home. Macaque had specifically said they'd walk instead of taking the limo because he needed some fresh air, but Wukong's fairly certain it's so he can breath down as many cigarettes as possible without filling the limo with smoke.

He walks just barely behind him, head down and arms behind his back, trying to be as quiet and unnoticeable as possible. Macaque is breathing down every bit of that cigarette he possibly can, already on his third one since they left the meeting room.

They aren't far from their place, just another street and they'll be back. Then wukong can maybe relax a little and prey to god macaque doesn't find any reason to hurt him... If he needs one.

Macaque turned down and alleyway and wukong followed, assuming it was a shortcut or something. But then macaque stopped, right in the middle.

Wukong paused, staying a little behind the ape and trying to keep silent. The monkey brought a hand up, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and letting out a long puff of smoke wukong watch blow away.

".. you know. Really wish you hadn't have heard any of that"

His voice was chillingly calm, an even dark tone that had Wukong's fur bristling. He watched macaque drop the half uses cigarette to the ground, and stomping it out.

"But you did hear. Didn't you?"

Wukong swallowed the spit pooling in his mouth, watching as macaque slowly turned to face him, his expression unreadable.

"U-uhh- I mean barely? I wasn't really paying attention, I can hardly remember what the guy even said"

Macaque quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly as he looked up at the ape.

"Oh? That so"

He asked, taking a few steps closer while slipping both hands in his pocket. Wukong tried to play it cool, hoping if he said the right thing then maybe this wouldn't end too badly.

"Yeah! Besides that guys an asshole. What does it matter what he has to say right? So let's just forget it and go- GHHGU"

wukong was suddenly interrupted by a harsh knee to the gut, quickly forcing him to hunch over and crash to the ground, gripping his stomach tightly.

Macaque stood Infront of him, looking down with that same unfeeling expression. He let wukong gasp for air for a moment, then reached a hand down and suddenly tangled his fingers in ginger locks, balling them into a fist and practically trying to rip all his hair out.

Wukong cried out in pain, shooting a hand up to grip macaques wrist in hopes of stopping some of the pain, tho it didn't really work.

"I almost feel sorry for you. Ya know? I mean it's not like you ask to hear any of that. But you did, and unfortunately I can't just let you off without doing something about that"

Before wukong could respond he was being given a swift kick to the gut, all his breath being forced out as he gasped from the action. Both hands fell to his gut, clutching at it in some hope of protecting it from any more attacks, unable to move from where macaque was holding his hair in a death grip.

He continued to desperately gasp for breath, feeling vile trying to crawl up the back of his throat but not letting it out. He caughed and hacked as his stomach tried to recover from the brutal attacks, spit dribbling down his chin. And macaque just stood there, holding him up while staring down at him with this disgusted expression. But slowly, that expression began to shift. His lips wuirking up into a little grin as he watched wukong struggle below him.

"Well aren't you just a disgusting little thing?"

Wukong took in another few breathes, finally managing some form of recover as he peared up at the dark monkey, eyes straining to look up from the awkward angle his head was being held at.

He realised macaque had gotten even closer, standing right Infront of him, his feet just barely grazing Wukong's knees, looking down at him with that mocking smile. A smile he hadn't seen often.

"Well? Don't you have something to say to me. monkey"

A chill ran up Wukong's spine, tail shivering at the use of tone. He rarely heard that tone from macaque, and when he did he knew what it meant. Macaque was in more of a "degrading" mood then just his usual discipline. He didn't want to just hurt wukong, he wanted to humiliate and shame him. Tear away every little scrap of dignity he might have. And it worked.

Wukong could say with confidence he hated this the most. It's like macaque enjoyed the ego boost, or it helped keep wukong in check. Which unfortunately worked because he'd be so embarrassed and miserable after he wouldn't dare say a word out of line.

Fun.

Wukong tried to focus his eyes up on the ape, steadying his breathing, and just as he was about to speak he realised just how awful the position he was in felt.

How was macaque so perfectly skilled at making him feel this uncomfortable? Being on his knees like this, with macaque right in his face at. Having to try look up at him like this was embarrassing enough.

"I-i- I'm so-"

He couldn't finish the word before a foot was digging into his gut again. The breath once again was forced out of him in one swift movement and he found himself desperately trying to gasp it back, caugning and hacking, trying to curl in on himself but he just ended up tugging his head even harder in macaques hand.

This time he couldn't quite hold it, and a small gush of vile rushed up his throat and out his mouth. He splattered out his mouth along with his caught and gasps, a horrible burning sensation being added to the mix as the unpleasant substance pouring down his chin and into his lap.

His caughs and gasp grew worse from the puke, body trembling at the awful sensation, tears beginning to form as he desperately tried to gather his composure. And macaque just watched. He took a small step back to avoid the mess, but didn't offer anything else. He just stood and waited for wukong to calm down, snickering as he watched Wukong's suffering with his own amusement.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch what you were saying"

Wukong took a few more deep breathes, trying to stare up at macaque through the tears, still clutching his stomach.

"S-sorry"

He managed to choke out, which seemed to throw macaque off, like he hadn't expected him to recover so quickly.

"I'm truly sorry.. sir"

He spoke up again, this time a little steadier, still panting. There was a brief pause, macaque seeming to think about what was next. Wukong took the chance to breath, waiting patiently for the monkey to carry on with his sick twisted game.

Then he squatted intronf or wukong, still holding his head but with a little less strain. Wukongs eyes followed him down, now the two roughly at eye level with wukong just a bit shorter. Macaque stared at him, head titled slightly with this odd little smile on his face.

He gave a small tug at the roots of his hair, watching wukong wince in discomfort. His smile grew a little, flashing a fang.

"Look at you. You've gone and made a mess all over yourself. Poor thing"

Wukong didn't answer, staring at him helplessly. Macaque hummed, tail swaying behind him, almost like a cats.

"I really should be kinder, I mean it's not your fault your so worthless? Some people just don't matter as much as others. You didn't ask to be so pathetic. It's just how your were born"

Wukong gritted his teeth, those words made him want to shrivel up into nothing. It made him feel like nothing, and it was an odd feeling. Being so small, and so vulnerable. It's a feeling no one's ever been able to pull out of him besides macaque. Not even the boss makes him feel this helpless.

Macaques cheeks began to move around slightly, his lips pursed up, and a moment later he spat in Wukong's face, looking him right in the eyes as he did it.

That had wukong tensing up. That was... Rare. He's only done that one other time, spat on him. It wasn't out of character, it aligned perfect with this sadistic personality and need to belittle others. But something about that specific action had Wukong's tail puffing up, his breath hitching and.. why did he feel like this?

It was such a stronger reaction tp everything else and he couldn't control any of it. Like his body just instinctively had to react that way, with his chest tightening and brain short circuiting. It was so... dirty.

"Well, can't be helped I suppose. Some people are just destined to be trash like the rest"

And with that, he finally let go in Wukong's hair, causing the monkey to fall into the ground, almost collapsing into him. But macaque was quickly standing, stepping away from the trembling heep on the ground.

"C'mon, place is round the corner"

And there it was. Back to himself like nothing has even happened, already pulling a cigarette out of his pocket with this bored expression. And all wukong could do was struggle, looking up at him with helpless eyes.

His head still felt weird, and the first thing he did was rub the spit away like his life depended on it, scrubbing at his cheek with shaking hands.

Macaque was already starting to walk away, and wukong began to scramble to his feet, ignoring the pain in his stomach, and shakily trying to follow after him.

 

"What is wrong with meeeee"

Wukong must have asked that question a dozen times by now but he still wasn't any closer to an answer.

"Why can't a stop thinking about him fucking- spitting on me?? It's so gross!"

Wukong cupped his face in his hands, groaning to himself. He's trying to hide away at the moment, sitting at the bottom of the shower with the water on, whisper yelling at himself for being such a weirdo.

They got home an hour ago and had some time to kill so Wukong's been trying to fix himself up, clean his messy clothes, bandage and ice himself from the kicks, take a quickly shower to relax his muscles and so on.

Yet, for whatever absord and obscure reason he hadn't been able to get what happened out of his head. Not just the spitting part, the entire event.

It kepts replaying. Kept popping back up and making him uncomfortable. Macaques mocking tone kept circling in his brain and making it impossible to focus on anything.

It was terrible. It's one of those thought that makes you cringe and shrivel every time you think of it, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. And he didn't know why.

It's not the first time. It wasn't that different. So why did it effect him so much this time round? What about it had him so... Well, he didn't know what to call it. But whatever it is he feels a lot of it. And he doesn't like it.

Was it because of the position? Or the spit? Or what macaque said? Or maybe it was a combination of things. Maybe it's just because it all happened at once and sort of shocked his system or something. That had to be it.

"Aigh, fuckwit the hell's taking so long in there?"

Wukong jumped, listening as macaque continued to knock at the door, clearly irritated to be locked out for so long.

"Oh uhh- s-sorry! I'll be out in a sec"

He shouted back, quickly stumbling up to his feet to turn the water off. He didn't receive a reply, which he was almost thankful for in all honesty.

He turned the water off, stepped out and began drying his furr off with a towel. Then slipped into some casual clothes he'd gotten. Red t and black joggers. Then stepped outside, eyes staying focused on the ground.

"Bout time"

Macaque scoffed, shoving past him and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Wukong just stood there for a second, still trying to process his own feelings. But then after a moment he just gave up, letting out a tired sigh and walking over to his suitcase.

Most of his stuff was still crammed into one suitcase. Macaque had given him the two draws under the tv display table, but they weren't big enough for everything. So he only used the draws for important stuff like suits ties and so on.

He reached into the suitcase and pulled out this little metal rectangular box, almost the size of a small phone. Then headed out to the balcony.

He'd unfortunately taken a note from macaque, and started using smoking as a way to deal with things. Actually he'd become a lot more understanding of people's smoking and drinking habits here since joining. It really does help.

The metal case itself was more a treat. He'd figured since he was stuck here, and all he could do was enjoy the money he might as well spend a bit on junk. So he's gone out and bought a rather expensive cigarette case, along with two packs of the most expensive brand of cigarettes he could find.

If he was gonna smoke himself to death he was gonna do it in style. He certainly hadn't started smoking like macaque does, but he'd have one or two a day, just to take the edge off.

He pulled one out, placing the case on the balcony and pulled a lighter from his pocket. One of those fancy metal lighters you flick open and it lights up instantly. Again. Just spoiling himself a little.

He placed the cig in his mouth, letting the flame light it up, then took a deep inhale.

He let out a long sigh, that familiar relief washing over him as the nicotine began sinking in. Perfect.

It really was all about the small things. When you live a life like this. One full of blood bruises and cuts it can become depressing, difficult, unbearable even. When macaque had first told him about his options he'd thought it was dumb, a pathetic last ditch attempt at making yourself feel better. And maybe it was, but it sure as hell worked.

With everything going on having small things like a fancy smoking set or some nice shoes. Hell even just some comfy socks can really cheer you up. He understood why macaque would spoil and random things like fancy ash trays or luxurious meals. It's those small things you do for yourself that stop you from throwing yourself off a balcony. That help you forget hell for even just a second.

I mean it was helping a lot now. Sitting here smoking. Thinking about all the silly little things he'd done for himself to cheer up. It was a relief because it finally got his mind off what happened with macaque-

...

Oh. And he's thinking about it again. Cool.

"grooooaan and I was just starting to feel better"

Well it's never that easy. But the cigarette still helped a bit. So there's that. At least.

"Scoot over fuckhead"

Wukong almost squeeled, jolting up as macaque pushed in and plopped himself beside the ape, pulling a cigarette out.

Macaque was just barely about to place it in his mouth. Then glanced down at Wukong's cigarette case and lighter laying on the balcony banister and froze.

"... Your fucking kidding me right?"

He asked, looking up at wukong annoyed. Wukong stared at him confused, looking down at the items and then back up.

"What? You said to indulge or some shit. Take advantage of our situation or whatever"

Macaques face scrunch up a bit, looking down again, then back up with an almost... Concerned expression?

"Yeah but- seriously? A fucking cigarette case? Jees you even got the damn lighter as well- got you're such a prissy fuck"

He scoffed, going to light his own cigarette. Wukong pouted a bit. Always so judgmental. Wukong gets it's a little stupid but he didn't have to be such a jerk about it.

"Hang on. Is that that the fancy fuck brand? The smoke smells weird"

He pulled the cigarette away again, looking even more concerned then before. All wukong could do was shrug.

"I wanted to indulge. I don't usually smoke so"

Macaque let out this almost pained groan, holding the bridge of his nose with this expression like he was dealing with a toddler.

"Your fucking hopeless"

He spoke up, again going to light his cigarette.

"... Try one"

Macaque froze, glancing over. Wukong just stared at him, this serious look on his face.

"... No"

"Oh come on. You can't knock it down until you've at least had one? Besides wouldn't it be nice to have an actual good cigarette instead of that cheap shit you always get"

"It's doesn't make a difference. Cigarettes a cigarette, their all the same they just get pricey because of the brand name"

Wukong looked at him surprised. That certainly wasn't true, sure that played a part but he knew for a fact that between their two cigarettes you could easily tell a huge difference in quality.

"Oh now you have to try one"

"What? Why?"

"So you can see how wrong you are"

Wukong said, grabbing the case and opening it, pulling one of the cigarettes out of its little holder and holding it out for macaque.

He paused for a moment, staring at the cigarette cautiously. He glanced between wukong and the cigarette a few times, seeming wary. But after a moment let out this defeated sigh, and snatched from him.

"Fine. Only to show you how dumb it is tho"

He said, placing his original cigarette on the banister and lifting his lighter back up to light it.

"Ah Ah ah, not like that"

Macaque quirked a brow. Then saw wukong offering his expensive lighter. This little smile on his face.

"C'mon, ain't you heard the fire makes all the difference"

"... God your fucking priceless ya know that?"

He said, snatching the lighter away with a snarl. Wukong hummed. Ignoring the clear insult and watching as macaque lit his cigarette.

He took a deep inhale and...

Ah.

There it is.

That face.

The smoke invaded his lungs, high quality nicotine infecting his blood. The smooth clean smoke filling his lungs easily. The wonderful taste it leaves behind and the pleasant smell as he exhales. Nothing like what he's use to.

There was a long pause, macaque standing there quietly for a moment, not saying a word as he holds the cigarette just inches from his mouth.

Wukong leans on the banister, taking a breath of his own casually, letting macaque process what's probably nicotine gold to him for the first time.

After a longer pause, macaque finally outs the cigarette back in his mouth. Leaning his elbows against the banister and taking another breath.

"Still think the case is fucking stupid"

It's all he can muster to say, not bothering to look up as he breathes the smoke back out.

Wukong smiles a little more, pleased to see him enjoying it. He doesn't bother replying, letting macaque enjoy his cigarette in peace while he enjoys his own, happy enough to be sharing a cordial moment together for once.

The silence drags on, both just quietly looking out at the view while enjoying their smokes, the smell filling the air with a far more pleasant sent then usual.

"... Hey you some kind of germaphobe or something?"

Macaque asked, tapping his cigarette on the edge of the banister to let the ash fall. Wukong turns to look at him, tilting his head confused.

"Uhhh, I wouldn't consider myself one? Why"

He asked, clearly puzzled by the sudden question.

"You get all tense whenever you get spat on. Spent a fucking hour in the shower once we got home. Didn't know if you had some weird germ problem or some shit"

Wukong isntnslft feels himself tense up, tail flicking at the sudden reminder, and the information that macaque noticed his uneasiness.

"O-oh uhh- no no umm.. I mean I guess- no one wants to be spat on right? It's gross"

He's fumbling horribly with his reply, because in all honesty this is the last thing he wants to be talking about. He'd just started forgetting about this crap and now he was sbeing forced to explain himself to the very guy that did it. For fuck sake.

Macaque raises a brow, then just scoffs, rolling his eyes at the ape.

"Uhuh. Pretty sure you're just some rich boy that's never had to get dirty before. Prissy fuck"

He snickered, taking a deep breath of his cigarette after he spoke. Wukong glared at him a moment, he felt like saying something. Maybe arguing, maybe noting the fact he was currently smoking and expensive cigarette he didn't pay for. But he wasn't in the mood for a fight, or another discipline. Infact he was more then happy to just move on.

So he turned away and carried on smoking, not bothering to answer.

Macaque didn't seem to care, taking a few more deep breathes of his cigarette before putting out the last little bud and flicking it off the balcony.

"Got a job in an hour. Be ready"

Then he walked inside, closing the door behind him.

Wukong just stood there for a second, looking up at the clouds briefly. Then let out another sigh, putting his out as well and swiping the lighter and cigarette case off the side to tuck into his pocket, walking back inside without a word.

Notes:

I've decided lucky chapter 10 is gonna be the golden chapter, the climax of these twos tension.

So be prepared for that :)

Chapter 10: Chapter 10 (smut)

Summary:

Warning: crying during sex.

There isn't any verbal consent but their both fine with everything that's happening.

"jeez, you really need to start working out more. Seriously that was just sad"

Wukong groaned, holding his bruised cheek as they both walked out of the building.

"This sucks"

Macaque laughed at his answer, turning back and showing that mocking grin, like usual.

"Get used to it princess. Bosses ordered me to beef you up a little bit, make a fighter out of you. So until I've decided you're ready to be in a real fight we'll be continuing these little training sessions"

It's been almost six months since wukong joined the mafia, if you could believe it. And honestly, he was starting to feel like he was settling.

Sure, the work was grooling and cruel. At first he refused to so much as gold a gun up, couldn't lay a finger in anyone. But the boss was being a lot less lenient towards him. Forcing him into tougher and tougher jobs. Jobs where violence was really his only way out. He didn't like hurting people, especially people who didn't deserve it and just couldn't pay of a stupid debt. But after the first few times he'd gotten used to it... And a whole bottle of whisky certainly helped drink the guilt down.

It seemed now the problem lied in his strength and fighting abilities. He'd never fought in his life so he wasn't great at it. And that hadn't gone unnoticed. So in the bosses quest to have his unstoppable monkey duo he requested macaque help wukong grow some muscle and teach him to fight.

Every other afternoon when they'd usually have time to relax, macaque was dragging wukong to a gym and forcing him to workout till he couldn't move anymore, and once a week he's drag him to a boxing ring and show him some basic techniques, then take the opportunity to kick his ass. Just the usual stuff.

It wasn't fun but what could be do? He's learnt to stop complaining and just do as he was told a long time ago.

"You tried eating more protein? Might help"

Wukong grumbled a bit. Honestly since this whole mafia thing started his diet had gone to shit. Cereal in the morning, a sandwich or snack bar around midday if he had time, or just some takeout, and whatever he'd bought for dinner. Either a toasty or eggs or again take out. The bare minimum to stop him from being hungry.

"Hmm... Could start getting those protein shake things? Have one every morning or something"

Wukong questioned, lowering his hand to his side. Macaque seemed to think for a moment, then nodded his head, reaching into his pocket.

"Yeah that could help actually"

He pulled a cigarette up and held it to his mouth, slowly lighting it.

Wukong smile a little. His relationship with macaque seemed to have improved a lot. Well, theyw ere talking to each other. Which was something.

Macaque was still more then happy to beat the shit out of wukong where he pleased, still belittled and mocked him around every corner and made sure his life was as difficult as possible. The into reason they were able to be civil is wukong had memories the rules. He's learnt to keep to himself. Never complain never speak out of turn, do as your told and stay out of macaques way as much as possible. If it weren't for that he's still be getting smacked with a gun every day. Now it was just twice a week.

The only downside was macaques anger issues. Over time they've just gotten worse and worse. Ever since the boss banned him from going to those clubs it's like he's just constantly on edge, annoyed.

And he seemed to like taking that out on wukong. Because of course he does. Usually in the afternoons, when the day was over he'd come up with an excuse to push wukong around a bit, shove him down and stomp him in a few times to take off the edge. Wukong Hated it but again he couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't so bad getting beaten up all the time, you get use to it.

No, the real problem was with macaques degrading habits. He did it less often, but every so often he'd take a moment to belittle and shame wukong, humiliating him as much as possible. Of course anyone would hate that, but the problem wukong was facing was that he didnt hate it.

He didn't know what he felt about it actually. But every time he was pushed down and forced to apologise and grovel for macaque, being insulted and patronised, chocked or having his hair pulled or spat on or stepped on. It wasn't... Bad. Well it was terrible, but he couldn't call the feeling bad exactly.

And that's what made it so terrible because he was mortified over what on earth could be wrong with him. He couldn't begin to understand what he was feeling but whatever it was he didn't like it. But he didn't know how to stop it.

Worst of all macaque noticed Wukong's weird reaction to these "sessions" so to speak. Macaque didn't know what it was either, probably just assuming he was uncomfortable or particularly miserable so of course he just has to take advantage of that, and always made an effort or up his game each time.

And this has been tormenting wukong for at least two months now. Ever since that meeting with the boss anyway.

So Wukong's life has improved in some areas, but gotten worse in others. And he couldn't tell if he preferred it or hated it more like that.

"... Oh, yeah you remember that big party you went to when you first joined?"

Macaque suddenly pipes up, letting out a breath of smoke. Wukong glanced up, giving a small hum in recognition. How could he forget?

"Yeah it's being held again tonight. So make sure to be ready"

Wukong stopped in his place. The colour suddenly drained from his face and all the fur on his body puffed up. Macaque stopped. Turning to look at him blankly.

"... Tonight? The parties tonight?"

Macaque raises a brow, giving a small nod. Wukong stayed quiet for a moment longer, staring at macaque utterly mortified.

"Wha- why are you only telling me now??? You couldn't have given me a better heads up??"

His voice is shaky and eyes wide with panic. He hated that party, he had the shit kicked out of him just for telling a guy he was gay. He did not want to go to another. But he didn't have a choice, obviously. And he knew for a damn fact macaque purposely hadn't told him till the last second. Because that's who he is, he just loves being the world's biggest asshole every chance he can.

Macaque stared at the ginger for a brief moment, eyes furrowing slightly. Then took a step closer. He reached out and a second later wukong was having his hair yanked from his skull, yelling out in pain as macaque got up in his face.

"I don't have to tell you shit. Be glad I didn't just drag you there in silence"

His words are spat out like venom, a horrible glare in his eyes. Wukong's tail swishes around as he endured the pain, then he yelps once more as it's caught under macaques boot, stomping on the end of it to hold it in place.

"Don't question me again"

He snarls, yanking even harder on his hair. Wukong winces at the pain, trying to look back at macaque, he can barely muster a nod.

"Y-yes sir. I-im sorry sir I misspoke"

Wukong whines a bit, looking at macaque cautiously. Macaque holds him there for just another second, then finally releases his hair, foot lifting from his now bruised tail. Wukong let's put a sigh of relief, holding his tail gently while macaque continues to walk away.

"C'mon. Got shit to do"

Wukong makes sure his tail is mostly ok, then let's it fall and follows after macaque, not wanting to be left behind.

 

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Yet again, this party has turned into an utter shitshow.

It certainly wasn't as bad as the first time. It's been months now so people are far less interested in him then they were when he first joined. Macaque also didn't humiliate him this time so he was able to enter the party quietly and without much fuss. He actually knew some of the people from jobs and was able to hold a halfway civil conversation with some of them. But mostly kept to himself. Macaque stayed with him most of the night, they basically just sat to the side and had drinks. Occasionally they'd chat with someone that came by but it was mostly sitting on their phones and waiting for the party to be over.

Wukong had noticed macaque seemed in an especially bad mood. But that wasn't exactly a surprise. He was always pissed off about something. But this time around wukong had a pretty good idea why. This was the same building as last time, meaning it has that same club on the top floor. But macaque was banned from said clubs. So he could only assume macaque was t too happy about being inches away from what he really wanted, and not being allowed to have it. A bit of a slap in the face so to speak. Especially with several other people going up and offering him to come, which he had to decline.

That definitely made things awkward, but wukong just hoped he wouldn't take it out on him by the end of the night. The two continued to drink together, barely sharing a word between them and mostly just keeping to themselves.

This lead to them slowly becoming fairly drunk. Of course.

Wukong didn't often let himself drink. Sometimes on the weekends he'd have a few beers. But if honestly he couldn't find much strength to care right now, and figured he'd enjoy getting drunk for the first time in who knows how long. So he got himself a bottle of wine and managed to finish it by midnight, along with a few other drinks here and there. He found himself decently drunk, not stumbling over waisted but certainly buzzed.

Macaque was in a similar state, actually he seemed slightly worse. For someone who's spent so much time drinking he doesn't actually have a great alcohol tolerance. So he was a bit more wobbly then Wukong was.

The night had been uneventful all things considered, besides a few fights amongst other mafia members but for the two monkeys it was quiet. Wukong would like to consider it a good night, if it weren't for the stares he kept getting from macaque. Every so often he'd glance over to see this cold glare macaque was giving him, like he was trying to burn a hole through his head just by looking at him. It was unnerving, and any time wukong tried to ask about it macaque would tell him to fuck off. So he's just sat there quietly trying to ignore it.

Then. Suddenly macaque was standing, slamming his chair back with a thud and glaring down at the startled wukong.

"Outside. Now"

Wukong looked confused, but without question he stood up and slowly followed macaque outside. He felt a little uneasy, they weren't supposed to leave for another hour yet. So whatever this was it probably wasn't good.

Macaque dragged him out into a side alley. Not the one he'd been beaten senseless in thank god. But alright smaller more quiet one. More shady one. Once there he held his hand out to wukong, looking at him expectantly.

"Cigarette"

Wukong blinked for a moment, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his cigarette case and lighter. He handed both over and macaque made quickly work of pulling one out and lighting it, quickly taking a breath of it before handing wukong his things back. Macaque had gotten into the habit of snagging Wukong's cigarettes every so often ever since wukong made him try one a while back. Apparently he really did enjoy them, and forces wukong to lend him one now and then to indulge a bit. Tho he'd never admit that.

".. what's got you all funny actin?"

Wukong looked at macaque confused, that smoke blowing into his face. Definitely better then his usual smoke but still, it was smoke. He tilted his head a bit, clearly confused

"Acting funny? What do you mean"

Macaque looked at wukong for a moment, this weird almost calm look on his face. Then without a word he walked up to wukong, and suddenly had his hand around his throat. Wukong gasped, and was swiftly slammed into the wall of the alley, the hand around his neck beginning to squeeze.

He stared at macaque in disbelief. Completely caught off guard. What was going on, why was he doing this what happened?

"I bin thinkin bout it all night. The last couple months you've been actin real funny when I beat you. What's with that?"

As he spoke, his hand began to tighten, slowly squeezing Wukong's throat, making it difficult to breathe. His breath became Weezy, starting to take deeper more forced breathes as it became more and more difficult. Both hands shit up to grip macaques arm, looking at him fearful as he tries to push him away, desperate to take a breath. Macaque didn't move, didn't struggle or fight. Just stood there and watch wukong slowly begin to panic, his air becoming more and more scares.

"It's been pissing me off for a while. Actin all tense and on edge. You weren't like it before, so what happened? The fucks wrong with you?"

Wukong gasped and coughed, tail thrashing below him as it became harder and harder to breath. Macaques hand was squeeze tighter and tighter like a damn vice, his whole arm flexing as he continued to choke the monkey.

Wukong looked at him terrified, barely able to form words anymore. Macaque held him like that for a moment longer, before finally allowing his grip to ease up, just a tad. Wukong gasped in what little air he could, panting as he tries to catch as much breath with such little room in his throat.

And all the while macaque watched, this twisted little grin beginning to appear.

"Aww~ is it hard to breath? That must feel terrible. Poor you"

He flexed his hand slightly, squeezing for just a second before loosening back up again, smirking wider at Wukong's twitch.

"What a pathetic sight to behold. The rich boy sun wukong a gasping desperate mess in my hand. I'd feel sorry for you if I weren't so disgusted by the mere sight of you"

Wukong felt his eyes widen with horror. No, no don't do this now. Not here not like this. Don't use that tone, don't say those things don't hold him like this. He can't handle it, not while he's buzzed, not while your staring at him with that hateful gaze, it's too much. Far far too much for him to deal with.

"You still havnt answered me. Oh, I'd it too hard for you? Too much to deal with. You poor worthless thing. Honestly I'm not sure how you even made it this long with how useless you can be"

Macaque took a step closer, getting right up in Wukong's face, bodies just barely grazing one another. Macaque continued to flash that sickening grin, watching wukong struggle against his hand.

"I know, I know. It's hard isn't it? Being so- ..."

Suddenly macaque began trailing off, his attention suddenly fixed somewhere else. Wukong was confused, watching macaques eyes trace downwards and look at something on wukong. He wasn't sure what he was looking at, but was relived his hand loosened more around his neck, seeming to distracted to keep his grip. But after a small moment, the noticed the glint on macaques eyes. Something began to spark there, something he hadn't seen before, something he... Felt he should be worried about.

"Oh my god"

Macaque croaked out, taking a step closer untill he was pressed against the monkey. Wukongs eyes widened with horror, and suddenly a fucking whimper was leaving his lips. His face flushed and he was quickly mortified to find macaques knee pressed against his boner. When the fuck did that happen? When the hell had he gotten hard- why had he gotten hard!

Macaque looked up at wukong, eyes filled with interest and amusement.

"No fucking way... Your into this? Aren't you?"

Wukong looked at him, desperately trying to shake his head, but the red flush on his cheeks and the way his tail swayed behind him gave him away far to easily.

No. There's no way. That's not... That's not why he'd been feeling like this is it? He didn't... He didn't have a thing for this did he? Oh. Oh god. Oh god no. That's something he would have much preferred never learnt about himself. Something he would have much preferred macaque of all people didn't learn.

There was a long drawn out pause, macaque looking wukong up and down, like he was trying to read every little reaction he gave, trying to decipher whatever this was. Wukong stood there helpless, trying to push himself as far into the wall as he could, only to let out another whine as the knee grinded against him. Macaque seemed mesmerised by him, this odd look in his eyes.

And then, without much more of a word macaque let the cigarette in his mouth fall to the ground, and pushed forwards. wukong stiffened up completely as a pair of lips engulfed his own.

What the fuck was going on anymore?

Wukong just stood there frozen, feeling macaques form press up against his own, his free hand leaning against the wall for support as he pressed himself into wukong, groaning as he kissed him hard. Wukong could barely resist before his mouth was forced open and invaded by a slick tongue, the overpowering taste of cigarette smoke and alcohol overwhelming his taste buds. Teeth grinded together, mouth pressing so hard against his own it might bruise.

Wukong was quickly realising macaque was just as aggressive at kissing as he was everything else. There was nothing soft or tender about it, all force, push and bite. The hand continues to grip his neck, holding him in place so he can't move away from it.

Wukong didn't move at first, his brain too fuzzy to grasp onto a single thought. He debated trying to pull away, or push macaque away, or struggle against it. But when he thought about it he wasn't really interested in stopping. Maybe it was the alcohol, or lack of oxygen going to his brain, or the fact he hasn't been touched or touched himself in six months but this was...

This felt good.

One of those experiences you have for the very first time, and wonder why you'd never thought to try it before. Being here, like this. Pinned to the wall with this absolute monster pressed up against him, kissing him like hes trying to rip his damn lips and tongue off. He back off his head hurts from being pressed into the wall so hard, his neck feels bruised and sore from the grip pressing into it. He's light headed and dizzy from hardly enough air. God why does it feel this good? It's like every fibre in his body is on fire. Everything is tingling and buzzing, oh so sensitive. He feels hot, too hot, restricted and trapped. Like everything around him is just too much, like his whole body could crumble with just a small breeze. And macaque is no small breeze.

He's a god damn typhoon.

The knee moved and pressed firmer into Wukong's clothes crotch, and suddenly he's letting out a sound he didn't know he could make. He's moaning. That kind of small needy moan you only hear in shitty porn videos. Or that's what he thought anyway.

And worst of all macaque doesn't even flinch, doesn't even acknowledge. He just keeps going. Taking everything he wants from wukong, like he's nothing, like he isn't worth a damn besides being used, like he's everything macaque said he was. And oh godthat does something for him.

His eyes looked down at the face pressed against his, vision blurry like he's about to pass out, seeing two closed eyes Infront of his own. He finally let's go. His body goes limp, hands falling from macaques arm and down to his sides, and shits his eyes, doing whatever small thing he can to barely kiss back.

He lets those sounds slip, little whines and moans. He lets his tail coil around macaques lower leg, let's himself be pressed against and smushed into the wall. Let's macaque take as much as he needs from him. He feels as if the ape is trying to suck the very soul out of him through his mouth like a straw, he tries to give in, take a little for himself, move his tongue against the others in similar motion but it's just not happening.

Macaque seems dead set on having all the power here, and isn't willing to give an inch to wukong. So he just has to stand there, whimpering like a pathic dog while macaque takes. And macaque takes takes takes. He takes like a man starved.

But finally. After what must of been hours, or just a few short minutes he pulls back, tongue hanging loose from his lips, spit connecting their mouths. Wukong pants helplessly, his face completely flushed. His lips feel swollen and bruised, his jaw aches and his tongue feels strained. His eyes are half lided, the world spinning around him and all he can muster is a little whine, looking at macaque with such a desperate expression.

Macaque looks back at him, something dangerous in his stare, something hungry. He pulls his tongue back in, eyes pointed down towards Wukong's used lips. There's a pause, then he looks back up. His cheeks are flushed in that drunken way, his eyes heavy with lust, his body practically vibrating against wukongs. And then there's that smile.

"Home. Now."

All at once it's over. All at once wukong is free, and can breath. Macaque takes several steps back and wukong practically tumbles over at the lack of support, gulping in as much air as he can. Looking up at the monkey with this dazed out of it expression.

Macaque doesn't spare him a second glance, turning and walking out towards the road, already heading to a limo. Wukong tried to gather himself, gather his thoughts, compose himself somehow. But it's almost impossible, all he can really focus on is macaques fleeting form, and he's quickly chasing after before he can realise what he's doing.

They get in the back of a limo, macaque giving a quick "take us home" to the driver and the moment the car is moving wikong suddenly realised just how horny he is. Maybe it was because he was on the verge of blacking out or he was too dazzled to focus on it but now that he's sitting here and can think properly he's suddenly far too aware of his painful erection, straining against his dress pants.

How long had he been like that? And why did his clothes suddenly feel like a prison. God what was happening to him, this was all so weird, all so new and he didn't know how to handle it-

What is he doing.

Wukongs eyes widened with disbelief, mouth slack jawed as his superior, his partner, the guy he's been sucking up to for months is crawling into his lap.

Macaque takes a seat on the gunners legs, thighs caging him in either side so he can't move much, hands resting against the apes shoulders. He stares him down, this terrifying fire in his eyes, like nothing Wukong's ever seen before. Then those hands are sliding up, gently moving up his neck and to the sides of his head, hooking under his chin and just behind his ears, holding him there for a moment as he stared down at him.

Wukong looks up, completely frozen in place. Unable to do anything accept look up at the ape. He feels sufficated like this, like he's being choked all over again. Like macaques glare alone is enough to have him shriveling up. How can one man hold so much power? How can macaque have such a strong effect without even doing anything.

Wukong tried to settle, tried to relax and accept the position he's in. He moves his hand to slowly and cautiously rest against the others hips, every moment slow and careful as if scared the other will bite if he moves too quickly.

But the moment one had makes contact a tail is swatting it away, and the soft gentle hold he was in become firm, squeezing his face while claws dig in. Wukong gasps, hands jumping away like they were burnt, body tensing up from the sudden back lash of his action.

He sees fangs flash at him, and there's a small snarl as macaques eyes furrow more, burning a hole right through his soul. All wukong can do is shrink in on himself, terrified to upset him further

"Listen here, wukong"

He can't help shiver at the use of his own name. Easy syllable said like it's actually dirt, like the word alone has no place being there. Like it doesn't deserve to be said by him.

"Tonight, you are going to do exactly as your told. No more no less. You will not speak without my permission, you will not move, you will not touch and you will not even look unless I say to do so. am I understood?"

Wukong is shaking at this point, eyes wide with a mix of fear and intense arousal. God what is happening to him?

"U-understood. Sir"

He can barely muster the words, terrified to say anything more than that or he'll get in trouble. Macaque looks down at him a moment longer, seeing wukong place his hands to the sides, resting against the seat, making an effort to avoid touching macaque.

Macaque hums, the grip on his face loosens back up and he's finally able to let out the breath he hadn't realised he was holding. Macaque stared at him a moment longer, then leans in. Wukong stares at him intently. Macaque pressed their foreheads together, looking wukong in the eyes with this stern expression.

"Wukong. Your going to start undoing my tie and waistcoat. While you do I'm going to kiss you. Ok?"

Wukong can feel himself trembling under the weight of those words, swallowing down the lump in his throat as he managed a small nod. Macaque gives a small smile, pleased with his obedience, and a second later those lips are back on his.

It's far far gentler this time. Macaque actually taking the time to kiss his lips instead of diving straight into his mouth. Wukong whines against it, the contact making his face heat even more. He feels macaque suck on his lip slightly, mourning against him softly. Wukong's lips are parted ever so slightly, and after a moment of hesitation he tried to lean into it, moving his lips against the others to enjoy the kiss. He's worried there could be a repercussions for doing so, but macaque doesn't say anything. Simply continuing the kiss.

Their heads tilt, and for the first time wukong can actually enjoy it instead of fighting for his life. Macaque is certainly pulling all the shots, but it's so much more generous this time. He feels his eyes close as he melts into it, letting out soft noises of enjoyment, little breathes and groans. Their part briefly for a gulp of air before diving straight back into it, sucking and slurping at each others mouth. Soon macaque moves on and begins nibbling on wukong, biting softly at his lower lip, fangs pricking at skin.

Wukong adored every second of it.

But he's soon woken from his daze when a tail swats at his hand. Theres a moment of confusion as he opens his eyes, before suddenly remembering the task he was given.

Shakily his arms rise, moving up towards macaques chest, and ever so delicately taking hold of his tie. He slowly pulls the short end out the knot, loosening it up more and more untill it's undone, and able to slide out from his collar with ease. He pleases to the side with care, and goes back for the waistcoat. His fingers begin to fiddle with the buttons, one by one plucking them out of their hold. He goes down steadily, slowly loosening the coat up more and more.

All the while macaque is still kissing. Still sucking away at his mouth, still biting on red lips. He's grown more confident in his actions, his friendly nibbles turning to harsher bites. Wukong can't taste faint blood on his tongue, but he doesn't care right now. All he cares about is the warmth he feels, the utter bliss in that moment.

It's not too much. And not too little. It's slow enough for him to keep up, get quick enough to be exciting. He can't understand why hit despite the bitter sting of alcohol on both their tongues this somehow taste better then any meal he's had in his life. The pressure on his lips, neck and lap are all so perfect in the weirdest way. His whole body feels floaty, out of it, absorbed in the pure pleasure macaque has given him.

Soon the waistcoat is done, and just as he's starting to pull it open macaque pulls back. A faint whine escapes his throat and he's looking up confused when macaque begins getting off.

What? Is it over? Was he not interested anymore? Did he do something wrong? Did he mess it up? Wukong begins to feel a horrible out in his stomach at the loss of touch, anxiety bubbling in his chest as he contemplates how he could have messed things up, how he could have ruined it somehow. But then he hears the car door opening.

"Let's go"

He looks over to find macaque stepping out of the car, looking further he sees their apartment complex. Oh. Right, they were heading home. How had he forgotten?

Wukong turns bright red when he realises they'd just done that in the back of a limo, relived it was still separated from the front so the driver couldn't see them, and scrambled to get out of the car, hurrying after macaque who had already reached the front door.

 

It's too hot.

Way way too hot. So hot he can barely breath. But God he just can't get enough of it. Macaques laying there, shirtless with his belt undone, pressed into the sheets with wukong hovering over him, both hands planted against the mattress to hold himself up. Lips connected in a hot dance, tongue invaded his mouth while his own barely put up much of a fight.

Macaque had given his orders. No touching, no moving. He'd been pulled on-top by his tie and forced into a greedy kiss, far more hungry then the car ride here. His whole body was on fire, his clothes felt too hot, too constricting, too tight. He hadn't even been allowed to take his shoes, his belt still felt too tight around his waist and all he could do was lay there, brain melting from the heat.

Macaque reached down and began pulling his own pants down. Hand still gripping Wukong's tie tightly, holding him in place. He wiggled around for a moment until he was able to kick his pants and boxers off, now completely naked while wukong stay fully clothes.

Seconds later wukong wa sbeing shoved off him, sitting up a a bit dazed as he looked down. His face soon turned a deep shade of red when his eyes landed on the hard member between macaques legs, standing up, bobing to the right slightly as pre dribbled from the tip. He practically drooled at the sight.

"Move back a bit and kneel with your legs spread"

Wukong glanced back up, thrown off by the sudden command. He watched macaque twist and turn as he leaned over and reached under the mattress, pulling out a small bottle of lotion.

Wukong did as he was told, shifting back a bit and kneeling with his knees spread apart. Macaque moved up against the headboard of the bed, looking up at wukong with a little grin on his face.

"Your gonna sit there and watch while palming yourself"

Wukong gasped at the words, tail swaying behind him in interest. He hadn't gotten an ounce of friction since macaques knee was on him. And in all honestly he was painfully hard. A huge tent was visible between his legs and a small wet patch had already formed from his pre.

He was desperate to touch himself, had been since the car ride. He looked at macaque for a moment longer, hoping for more evidence he was actually allowed to. But when he looked up he found macaque sitting there, legs spread wide with his knees up, completely showing off all his most private places to the open air while applying the lotion to his hand. A second later that hand was moving down, and tucking under himself, a finger pressing ever so gently to his entrance.

Wukongs eyes stayed glued to that hand, mind completely fizzing over as the sight. His tail had started thinking behind him rapidly, and his cock strained harder against its confinements. Macaque looked up at him, amused by that face, then once again swatted him with his tail.

"I gave you an order wukong"

Wukong flashed his eyes up for a moment, realising he'd practically frozen in place while watching, then quickly got to work on his task. He took a deep breath, moving his hand down his body, and hovering it over his crotch. He waited a second, this worrying hesitation still lingering, like he was doing something wrong, and looked back up to macaque. Macaque had already gotten a finger in himself by now, and was steadily working himself open, little grunts and moans slipping from his lips, tail curled tightly around his own thigh to keep it open.

He glanced up, seeing the uncertainty in Wukong's eyes, and flashed a smile.

"Well? Go on"

Wukong gulped, nodding his head and finally applying pressure to that point.

A wave of euphoria washed over him instantly and he couldn't help the loud gutteral moan that slipped out, body twitching as he began grinding his palm against his clothes erection.

Fuck that feels good, that feels so so fucking good.

"Theere you go~ good boy just like that"

Macaques words began to swirl around him, and he made an effort to look up at him, panting harshly as he tried to focus on the ape Infront of him. Macaques skin had gone flush, shiny with a thin layer of sweat, pinkish from arousal. His lips were parted, needy moans and grunts slipping out as he stretched himself open.

Two fingers were burried in now, both thrusting in and out of his tight hole, scissoring every so often to stretch it further. Wukong could have cum from the sight alone. He watched as his other hand began to roam his body, sliding up his stomach and chest, resting gently against his pec, and beginning to grope himself.

He let out a longer moan, squeezing at the bit of muscle. His thumb slid up and began aimlessly rubbing at his nipple, adding to that bit of pleasure. His head rolled back, his body slowly turning to jello as he continued fingering himself, groaning softly.

Wukong's eyes stayed fixed in him, sweat beginning to drench through his suit. His hand moved harsher against his erection. He started getting greedy, pushing against his cock as hard as he could, moaning at the sensitivity. God it wasn't enough. He needed more, so much more. more more more.

A third finger slipped in and now macaques back was starting to arch, his moans grew louder and his fingers began moving a little quicker inside. His breathing growing frantic as he continued to touch himself.

Wukong could feel a line of drool dribbling out his bruised lips and down his chin. He swallowed the build up of spit in his mouth, continuing to palm himself helplessly as he watched. God he isut wanted to reach out and touch, wanted to get these damn clothes off and have his way with the damn monkey. But he couldn't. he wasn't allowed to.

"Alright, hands off"

Wukong jolted, watching both macaques hands detach from his body. Wukong whimpered hopeless as he shakily pulled his hand away, despaired at the loss of touch.

Macaque swizzled back down the bed a little bit, laying flat on his and holding his legs open.

"Belt undone, zipper down. Don't take anything off"

Wukong nodded his head frantically, desperate to do whatever he was told in hopes it would earn him what he wanted. He undid his belt, undid the front button and pulled down the zipper. The instant relief of pressure against his boner was a welcomed sensation, sighing out as he was given just a little bit more comfort.

"Push your pants and boxers down. Just enough to get your cock out for me"

Wukong again nodded, his breathing rushed, panting as he shakily did as he was told. He pushed the front of his pants down, reaching in and slowly pulling his aching cock out. Finally it sprung out, his pants resting just under his balls. He could have cried with how relieved he felt, erection finally able to spring free.

Macaque seemed to quiet for a moment, glancing down at Wukong's erection with a fixated gaze. Wukong knelt there, hands trembling as he used very but if willpower not to touch himself. God it hurt, he was so fucking horny, just a little bit was all he needed, just anything.

Macaque continued to check him out, looking at his strained, throbbing member with an almost hungry gaze.

"Hmm~ not bad ginger. Come here"

Wukong trembled as he tried to get up, scooting over to the ape slowly. The moment he was in range macaque reached out and yanked wukong forward by his tie. The ape yelped slightly, quickly planting his hands down on the bed to stop him from falling on-top of him.

He stared down at him, seeing this evil grin spread across macaques face. Macaque glanced downwards, seeing Wukong's erection hanging there. He hummed, his other hand reaching down, still covering in lotion and very gently took it in his hands, carefully spreading the lotion and pre across it. Wukong's entire body began shaking, making a loud drawn out moan as he was touched for the first time that night. But as soon as it started it ended, and macaque was pulling his hand back much to Wukong's dismay.

"Wukong"

He glanced down, staring into the others eyes as he waited for his next command, becoming feverish with his growing intense arousal.

"Your hands are going to stay on the bed, your lips are gonna stay shut, and you are going to fuck me. Am I clear?"

Wukong felt a cold shiver go up his spine, he went to answer but quickly closed his mouth again, only giving a simple nod. Macaque smiled, happy enough with his reply. He kept a hold of his tie, arching his back slightly to give better access. Wukong slowly and carefully aligned his hips with macaques, knees tucking just under the others spread legs.

He took a deep breath, fingers gripping the sheets tightly, lining himself up. And finally, finally he sank into that wet heat.

Both shared their equally relived moans of pleasure. Macaque pulled his head back, a huge drooling from quickly forming and eyes glazing over as wukong sunk in inch by inch. Wukongs arms trembled as he held himself up, eyes shut tightly as he moaned depseralty, an overwhelming pleasure engulfing him as he pushed inside his partner. His superior.

God it was bliss, the kind of bliss you can so easily get hooked on. The kind of bliss and seeps into your bones and stays there long after your finished. That kind of overwhelming pleasure that could so easily become too much.

And. It's is. It is too much. It grows and grows untill it's borderline unbearable, a feeling that shoots through wukong far too quickly, far too aggressively. Wukong whines. It builds and builds, far too much for him to handle. Oh god oh no. Too much too much too much-

"Haaaaaaahhh~!!"

Wukongs entire body convulses as a white hot pleasure blinds him. His eyes roll back slightly, his tail thrashing behind him relentlessly, his cock twitching uncontrollably.

He cums. Before he's even finished entering. An all consuming orgasm that rips through him before he can even process what's happening to him. Balls emptying completely inside the other.

Macaque moans at the feeling. A sudden wet warmth shooting through him. He looks up, quickly understanding whats happened.

Wukong begins panting again, his limbs twitching from the overwhelming feeling, all his nerves are on fire from over sensitivy, cock pulsing weakly inside the other. He barely has a chance to catch his breath before suddenly feeling a hard grip on his shoulder, and suddenly he's being flipped over.

He yelps, being pushed into the bed and sprawled out, macaque now sitting comfortably on-top of him. He glaring down at wukong with this disgusted expression, and uses the new position to sink fully down in his cock, causing wukong to whine.

Before he can say anything macaque has lifted a hand and slapped wukong clean across the face, hard. His head slams to the side and there's instantly this intense burning pain on his cheek, ear on the one side ringing.

"You disgusting pig"

Wukong looks up startled, seeing an utterly outraged glaring down at him. Macaque snarls, gripping his tie again and yanking on it harshly.

"Did you seriously fucking cum? Before we even started! God how pathetic can you be!? I ask you to do one damn thing, one small thing and you can't even do that right! How hard is it to have sex with a guy"

He's shouting now, every word dripping with venom and disgust. Wukong's entire body is tensing up, his eyes are widening with horror as he realises what he's done. Cheeks flush red with utter humiliation, he didn't seriously cum that quickly did he? Oh but he did, he can feel it. That familiar after orgasm clarity sinking in, that over sensitive feeling that makes even the smallest touch just too much. And that sticky wetness dripping from macaque and smearing a huge mess all over his lower stomach and thighs.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Just... Wow. I mean wow. I didn't expect a lot from you but even I didn't think you were this worthless"

His volume lowers and voice shifts into that familiar degrading tone he loves to use. The very one that had wukong in this mess in the first place. Tears prick Wukong's eyes as that shame settles deep in his chest. He grits his teeth, a wave of pure humiliation and embarrassment swelling up inside and causing those years to fall. Macaques words pierce straight through him and make it so so much worse. God this is terrible, he wasn't sure it could get worse... He wasn't sure he could be more turned on either.

His cock waists no time in swelling back up, thick and throbbing against those warm slick walls. Wukong winces at the sensation, still far far too sensitive for anything like this. And it's only made worse once macaque begins grinding down on him, circling his hips against wukong and drawing out the most helpless whimpers.

"Well. At least your not completely useless. Easy enough to get you going again"

Wukongs eyes feel heavy, he tries to look up. Macaque looks down at him, his angry venom dying down significantly to more of just a blank stare. He shifts his body a bit, and managed to give a small bounce on the sensitive cock, causing a chocked moan to come out.

"N-no- no don'-"

"Shut your damn mouth"

Wukong flinches at the words, ducking his head back into the bed further like he could possibly escape him like this.

"You've already pissed me off once tonight. So I'll make things easy for you, you are gonna lay there, your not gonna move and inch and I'm gonna use your cock as much as I want. Understood?"

Wukong let out a cry, how could he hate this and love it so damn much all at the same time. Part of him wanted to stop but another stronger part of him couldn't get enough, didn't want this to stop or end. So all he could muster was that weak little nod, preparing himself for the worst, tears still staining his cheeks as he tried to look up at the ape.

"Good. Now keep still. I'm done waiting"

That's about as much warning as he got before macaque began ramming himself down on that cock. Wukong began letting out strained moans and cries, his body instantly began twitching and shaking. His cock was still too sensitive, and he was quickly drowning in that horrible overstimulation. It hurt, that kind of hurt that's too much. The kind you want to pull away from, that makes your body flinch and shake to try and stop it. But no matter how much he twitched and flinched and shook morning changed.

Macaque held him down, bouncing away happy as can be, this huge grin appearing as he began moaning blissfully.

"Ooooh god! That's the spot~ right-right there~ fuuuuck oh wukong~"

All wukong could do was whine out helplessly, eyes rolling back as the feeling only grew more intense. He could barely focus on the other, his brain was frying, his body was convulsing. He we a wreck, more tears beginning to appear.

But he didn't have the heart to stop it, couldn't muster the strength to try out an end to it. Because as torturous as it was, fuck was this hot. He'd never don't anything like this before. Actually he'd never really had sex before. Maybe once or twice but those were plane, vanilla and boring. He'd never had anything like this happen to him, he's never felt this way before. And he was hooked.

He didn't want it to end, he couldn't let it end. No matter how overwhelming it got he just couldn't stop it. So he didn't. He sat there and took it, let macaque take everything he needed from him and gave as much as he could in return.

The night went on like this, their home filled with a mixture of blissed out moans and overstimulated cries.

Wukong was tossed around like a damn fuck doll, pushed and folded into whatever position macaque needed to get off. He did as he was told, moved as he was instructed, gave what he was told to give.

He was forced through several more orgasm, each worse then the last. He'd stopped cumming at this point, his cock unable to produce anymore semen besides a few pathetic drips. Somehow dry orgasms felt even worse then normal ones, equally as overwhelming yet less satisfying. He wasn't really sure but it had been four? Maybe five times by now. All the while macaque hadn't cum once.

It took over an hour before macaque finally finished, cumming with a loud fucked out cry.

Wukong was on-top now, macaque on his knees, elbows digging into the mattress with wukong drapped over him, fucking him from behind like a dog. He had Wukong's tie in his hands, yanking it from over his shoulder, forcing wukong to stay in place. He'd tug on it ever time he wanted him to go harder, as a sort of signal. And wukong would obey.

But finally he'd came. He trembled beneath wukong, moaning loudly as his own liquids spurted out against the sheets, cock hanging in the air untouched, twitching and throbbing violently. Wukong had still been crying, tears staining his cheeks. Macaque had pulled particularly tight on his tie, forcing wukong to be flush against him without much room for movement. So he stopped, laying against the other as they enjoyed their finish, whimpering at the clamp like squeeze he gave.

Then he let go. Wukongs tie was released, and macaques body soon turned to jelly. Wukong slowly sat up, still shaking after such a rollercoaster of sex. He pulled out, and practically collapsed backwards into the bed. Everything ached and hurt, his dick was bright red and throbbing painfully, clearly overused. His hips hurt from constant thrusting and his head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, not a thought able to stay in place for more then a few seconds.

Macaque lay there for a moment, trying to catch their breath. They seemed pleased, over pleased infact. You couldn't really blame him, six months without sex had him a little needy. It felt good to scratch that itch he's long needed to scratch.

He slowly sat up, spinning around and flopping onto his back, an arm draped over his eyes as he continued to catch his breath.

Wukong did the same, just sitting there tired, barely conscious, eyes still red from crying. He still and his suit on, all of it I cluding his shoes. But he couldn't even care about that right now, couldn't even notice. His pants were completely stained in their juices, obviously. His yellow waistcoat had some on it too, his tie was a mess being pulled and yanked all night, his shirt was untucked, creased and ruined. Got he was such a mess.

He didn't care though. Because the moment he got some thought back his attention was on macaque. Who had begun to sit back up, and looked to wukong.

There was another pause, both staring at each other. Wukong didn't really know what to do, or say. He debated getting up and going to the couch, or taking his clothes off or something. But soon the air filled with macaques soft chuckles.

He glanced at wukong a moment later, then let his head fall to one side, smirking at him.

"Well. Maybe you're not so useless after all"

Notes:

This literally took me all day but I'm so damn proud of it 😭😭

The start was a little weak but i couldn't think of anything else so- still I finally got them having sexs so I'd say it's worth it

Chapter 11

Summary:

The two talk things out. Nothing changes :)

Sun began shining through the window, a wisp of golden light shining directly in the eyes of a sleeping wukong.

The light seemed to disturb his peaceful sleep, and he began to stir. His face scrunched up and a displeased groan began to rumble in his throat. Slowly he gained consciousness, and was quickly unhappy about it.

Bit by bit his brain began sending signals all over of different pain, aching and discomfort. He groaned again as that throbbing headache began setting in, his arm raising to hold his head. His eyes peeled open, covered in a layer of gunk and grime, feeling oddly dry.

He glanced around for a brief moment, and slowly began to feel off. Realising things really didn't seem right. He tried recalling the night before, at first it was hazy and blank. But after a few moments it's all came back to him, and soon he was shooting up from the bed, all the colour drained from his face.

He turned and found macaque sleeping peacefully beside him, laying on his stomach while holding a pillow under himself, snoring soundly with the blankets only up to his waist. Images of the night before began swirling his mind, memories of what they'd done coming to him. And he was soon mortified by what he recalled.

He remembered their kiss, the limo ride, the sex. He remembered how he acted, how pathetic he was, the crying and whining. Oh god he was acting like a complete baby all night. That's a level of embarrassment he's not sure he can deal with this early.

He looks down at himself, trying to keep composed as possible despite completing loosing it inside and realises he's still wearing his clothes. Shoes and everything. He'd slept like that the whole night.

There was a pause, as he tried to process his current situation. He thought about waking macaque up but honestly that felt like the last thing he should try. He thought about going back to sleep and ignoring it but that's just avoiding it temporarily. So eventually he just gave up on trying to think about it, and decided to face a smaller issue for now. His clothing.

He grumbled a little, slowly shuffling out of the blankets and swinging his feet off the bed. He was annoyed he'd even still been wearing his clothes. But he didn't want to think too hard about that either. So he just quietly leaned down and began undoing his shoelaces, slipping the black leather off his feet and along with his socks.

His feet had started to ache being cramped in those stuff shoes for so long, the harsh leather digging into his ankles while he slept. So it felt good to free his toes of their prison. Maybe it was just a monkey thing but he'd always found shoes to be rather bothersome. His feet were more adapted then most species, almost like hands. So being trapped in a pair of shoes felt like locking them up, it felt wrong.

After that he slowly stood, grimacing at the horrible pain he felt all over. His entire body felt like it had been his by a bus. His legs and hips ached and felt sore, his throat felt bruised and battered, his back was aching horrible and his head was pounding with a hangover far far to horrible to deal with. Maybe he should take care of that first before anything.

So he slowly hobbled over to the kitchen. Reaching into the cabinet to pull out some painkillers, then reaching into the fridge to grab a bottle of cold water. Thank god they kept a few of those plastic water bottles in there for hot days.

He gulped down at much water as he could handle without being sick. He forgot how dehydrated alcohol made you. Once he was done drinking down most of the bottle he used the remaining water to help swallow down the pills, hoping it wouldn't take too long for them to kick in.

Once that was taken care of he made his way to the bathroom, hobbling over till he could open the door, walk in and shut it behind him. Once inside he locked the door and waisted no time in stripping his clothes, eager to get the filthy garments off and into the wash, then get himself into the shower.

He pulled down his tie and quickly yanked it off, tossing it to the side before rushing to the buttons of his waist coat, plucking them hastily one by one and yanking the clothing off. He did the same with his shirt, then pushed his pants down roughly and kicked them off without much care.

God that so much better. Like he could finally breath. He took a moment to just stand there, letting out a relived sigh as cold air washes over his exposed fur. Then he got to work, picking up all the discarded clothing and walking over to the washer. He opened it up, threw everything in and sprinkled in a little washing powder before closing it and setting the best and time. Then flicking it on. Within a few seconds it began making that familiar rumbling sound, and wukong felt a little better knowing his suit had some hope of regaining its former glory.

After that he tended to himself, rushing into the glass shower and quickly switching on the hot water, and almost moaning with bliss as it washed over his aching muscles, instant out relief flooding him as he let that water sink into his fur and cling to him like glue.

God it had only been maybe twenty minutes since he's woken up and he already felt a thousand times better. He didn't even bother with soap, just leaned an arm against the wall, letting his head rest against that and steam began filling the air, hot water washing away the left over sweat and other fluids. He stared down, watching the water pool at his feet and circle found the drain before being sucked downwards into the pipes, almost mesmerised by it. He took a moment to briefly scrub his face with his hands, making sure to get rid of the dried tears on his eyes and cheeks, along with any dried fluids stuck to his fur.

He let out another heavy sigh, tilting his head back and letting hot water stream over his face. He could feel the water stuck to all his fur, becoming heavy against him, almost like a weighted blanket. His tail hung limp, too heavy to really lift up properly, not without a bit of effort. He simply just stood there for a second, letting himself settled down, feeling peaceful...

"WUKONG"

Instantly his eyes shot open. Fuck. Macaque woke up. A terrifying chill ran up his spine and instantly ever but if relaxation he had managed to grab onto was flushed out his system, replaced with that oh so familiar stress and anxiety his partner always induced.

How had he forgotten the god awful situation he was in? He'd just fucked his partner. A man who was never kind about anything. He hadn't even had a chance to consider what he was going to say, or how to approach it. And macaque wasn't keen on giving him a chance to when he kicked the bathroom door in.

Wukong yelped, stumbling back and quickly trying to cover himself. He glanced up and see macaque standing there. His teeth were clenched tight, fangs visible as he let out these loud and angry growls. His tail was trashing violently behind him and his eyes were sharp with pure hatred.

"WUKONG YOU FUCKING BASTARD"

He began storming towards wukong, seeming unphased by the fact he was in the middle of a shower, and quickly approached wukong with that same rage. Wukong trie to step back, holding his hands up defensively as he tried apologizing but before he could macaque was giving him a clean right hook across the face.

He slammed into the wall beside him, head thudding against tiles before he fell completely, slipping in the water and collapsing to the ground with a painful thud. He yelled out in pain, quickly bringing a hand up to hold his head.

Macaque let out this animalistic snarling sound, a sound wukong had never heard from him. He was still naked, not bothering to put any clothes on. Which made it difficult for wukong to look up at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

He shouted, looking down at wukong with frantic eyes. But his voice sounded weird, his tone sounded more frantic them it usually would and he seemed far less composed then what wukong was use to. He tried to look at him, get an understanding for why he was so outraged, and see the red tint across his cheeks, and panicked look on his face.

Wukong stared, slowly putting the pieces together. Trying to understand what he was angry at specifically until finally it clicked. This wasn't some angry punishment like it usually was, macaque was panicking. He was freaking out the same way wukong had been when he woke up. he just had a very different way of showing it, that involved taking it out on wukong.

"Macaque maybe just calm dow-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT"

his voice grew even higher, what little composer he might of had cracking even further. Wukong wasn't about to argue, or upset him further so he scrambled to his feet as quickly as possible, stumbling but managing the best he could and tried to rush past macaque. All the while the ape kept screaming and chasing after him, insults, curses, threats. The works. He was completely livid. Wukong made an attempt to grab a towel but macaque grabbed him and shoved him so hard out the room he fell to the ground again, then slammed the door shut behind him.

Wukong sat there, frazzled and barely keeping up with what was happening anymore. it all felt too quick and too much. One shock after another. Like fireworks were constantly going off around him, barely giving him a chance to look at the first before being blinded by the next. All he could do was sit there silently, trying to slowly churn through each event and unravel it to some understanding. But after a moment he came to the conclusion it was best he didn't, and let out a defeated breath.

"Hopefully that shower will calm him down..."

He grumbled to himself, slowly getting back to his feet. He was still soaking wet and naked, without a towel to dry himself. He took a quick scan around the room and sew his blanket laying unfolded on the couch. That would suffice. He walked over and picking it up, quickly wrapping it around himself and using the fabric to run down all his fur, in hopes of getting off some of the water.

While he did he could hear movement in the bathroom, a faint voice grumbling and cursing. He figured macaque was trying to process just as he was.

He was a little ticked off by macaques outbursts in all honestly. With how their night had been it was far from Wukong's fault, actually he'd argue it was entirely macaques doing... Not that he made any efforts to stop it.

He groaned at the memory, that familiar bubbling embarrassment resurfacing. He couldn't help cringe at himself, tensing up with discomfort every time a memory flashed through at how he'd been acting that night.

Slowly wukong discarded the blanket and picked up some clothes, finally getting dressed into something clean and comfortable.

But as he did, a familiar sent hit him. The sent of smoke, but nice smoke, the expensive kind...

"Oh- fuck I left my pack in there!"

He hissed, turning to look at the bathroom door where he assumed the smell was coming from. When undressing he'd lazily taken everything out his pockets and placed it on the counter. Which meant macaque had his cigarette case with all his expensive cigarettes, along with his nice lighter. Great.

"Judging by how pissed he is I doubt I'll be getting those back... Could have really gone for a smoke right about now"

Wukong groans. One thing after another, just like always. Although maybe its best macaque has that, might fix his mood a little. He let out a heavy sigh, looking around for a moment and debating what he should do now... What was he supposed to do now? It felt so tense now, so unwelcome. Like he was intruding, like he wasn't supposed to be here anymore. Well, it had always felt like that but now it was worse. He glanced around for a moment, till his eyes landed on the balcony door. Sun was pouring in now, lighting up the room with this beautiful ray of yellows and oranges, almost like a fairy tale setting. But he certainly didn't feel like he was in a fairy tale.

He stared at the door for a moment, and quietly walked towards over, opening it and stepping outside. Maybe he'd just wait out here till macaque was in a better mood. However long that would take.

 

"Aye, dofus, wake up"

Wukong jolted awake, feeling a gentle nudge to his side. He quickly looked up to see macaque standing there, looking down at him with an irritated expression.

He looked around startled. He was still on the balcony, sitting against the glass door. He just fell asleep, how long has he been out here? It was early morning when he came out but it looked like midday. Macaque moved to lean against the banister, a few inches away from wukong. He had a cigarette in his mouth already, and reached into his pocket to pull something out.

A moment later he tossed something into Wukong's lap. When he looked down he realised it was his cigarette case and lighter. He lifted it up, opening up the case to find it was empty. When he glanced back up he found his last cigarette must have been the one between macaques lips. Well there goes almost $200.

He sighed, quickly tucking the items away in his pocket and glanced back up at macaque. The ape wasn't paying any kind to him, just standing there staring at the glass with a blank expression, smoking the cigarette with deep, long drawn out breathes.

Wukong stared at him for a moment, a rising uneasiness settling in his chest. Well he wasn't angry anymore, that was something. But he's learnt better then to assume he had cheered up just because he was being quiet. He'd been smacked enough times assuming that. So he made sure to keep his guard up, waiting for the inevitable kick or punch or whatever else macaque wanted to do to him.

"... How do you feel?"

Wukong flinched. He looked up surprised, seeing macaque still staring at that glass, like he was making an effort to avoid looking at wukong. Wukong couldn't help feel completely thrown off by his question. The only time he'd ever asked that was sarcastically after beating the crap out of him or something. But this felt genuine, like he was actually concerned.

"... Fine. Hangover and my throats a little sore. But I'm fine"

Macaque let out a grunt in response, not offering much else as he continued to smoke. Wukong just sat there for a moment longer, trying to put together what was happening. Was he missing something? Was he supposed to do something or say something? Was macaque just fucking with him?

"I'm sorry"

Wukong almost jumped out of his skin.

"Huh?"

He couldn't help it, he's learnt not to question him like that but Jesus Christ had he just apologised? had hell frozen over or what.

Wukong flinched again as macaque lowered himself, sliding down the railing till he was sitting against it, staring at the glass still.

"I'm sorry about last night... I don't usually let that sort of thing happen"

Wukong blinked at him a few times, his brain struggling to process what it had just heard. Was he being sincere right now?

"I-i-.. it's fine- it's fine don't worry about it, it was my fault I shouldn't have-"

"No its not"

Wukong jumped a bit, the sudden stern turn throwing him off. Macaques expression seemed to turn serious, finally breaking it's hold on the glass to actually face wukong. And it gave him a chance to recognise the conflicting and... Guilt in his eyes.

"Wukong... Wukong it wasn't your fault. I mean I pined you to a wall by your neck and made out with you while we were drunk? Then dragged you home and made you fuck me that's completely not your fault! Jesus I just-"

He raised a hand and combed it through his hair, holding his head as he looked down with this puzzled expression, like he was genuinely struggling. He kept trying to speak but quickly lost the words again, gritting his teeth as he tried explaining himself. And wukong just sat and watched, seeing what he could only described as vulnerability in him, the first time head ever seen it. And despite training himself not to question the other, he couldn't help asking.

"Why is this such an issue for you? I mean don't you pride yourself on being an asshole to me. Why is this such a big deal"

It came out ruder then he meant to, but he couldn't help feel a little frustrated with him. I mean he'd done some pretty fucked up shit to wukong in the last months, making them fuck was far from the worst of it. Yet he's acting like he's committed some terrible offence.

Macaque paused again. Looking to stare at wukong for a moment, as if actually considering the question. Then he let out this heavy sigh, his hand falling to his side.

"I don't care about hurting you. I'm pretty content with beating the crap out of you... But sex is different"

Wukong raised a brow, watching as macaque tried to pick his next words carefully, making an effort to explain.

"Last night was... It's something you should talk about first, ya know? Establish boundaries and shit. But I sort of just rushed into it without much thought... Which was reckless of me.. so I'm sorry"

Macaque leaned back against the railing, staring up at the sky with this holless look on his face. Wukong could honestly say he was completely lost for what to do. He'd never seen anything like this, ever. He'd never send macaque even close to being this open and vulnerable, in any scenario. It was like taking to a completely different person, a person he didn't think was capable of existing. But here he was, in the flesh. And wukong couldn't even begin to understand it.

The silence dragged on around them, neither really having anything else to say. Macaque seemed fairly lost for what to do, and wukong was trying to muster some kind of reply. So they both just say there, staring at the world around them.

".. it wasn't bad you know... I liked it"

Macaques head turned, looking back at wukong with mild surprise. Wukong looked down, a little embarrassed to be admitting that but he figured why not? Might as well be honest about it. Macaque seemed to think about that for a second, then some tension seemed to leave, like a bit of guilt or worry or whatever else he was feeling slowly let go of him. He turned away, pondering his next words, then spoke.

"Hm.. ya know, when we first met I really didn't pin you for that kinda guy. But in hind sight I guess it makes sense"

Wukong glanced up, eyes wide.

"Wait- what kind of guy? What's that supposed to mean?"

Macaque held his hand up, holding the cigarette in his mouth as he took a long breath, then looked at wukong as he breathed the smoke back out.

"Ya know. The whole degrading humiliation kink thing. You like being treated like shit, basically"

Wukongs face flushed, mouth parting to try and defend himself, but before the words could leave his mouth he was already pulling back. He thought for a moment, and soon sank back into his spot with a dejected expression.

"Well... I don't know. I didn't know about that till last night either. I mean yeah I'd started feeling weird about you spitting on me and humiliating me but I would have never guessed I was in to it, ya know?"

Macaque let out a small hum, also beginning to think about that. There was another quiet pause, then wukong continued.

"Do you do that sort of thing a lot? Like at those clubs and stuff..."

Macaques eyes widened for a moment, seeming surprised he'd even ask. But after a moment they relaxed again, and he took a moment to consider his question.

"Well... Yeah. BDSM clubs have all kinds of kinks to indulge in. So yeah, I've dabbled in degrading and humiliation and overstimulation plenty of times. Though I'd consider those things milder then others"

Wukong felt his face heat up even further, eyes widening as his head snapped towards the monkey.

"Wait- was last night some kind of weird BDSM kink thing???"

Macaque glanced at him, this evil little smirk began to appear as he sew Wukong's horrified expression.

"Well, kind of. It could definitely be classed as some kind of BDSM scene. Tho a mild one"

Wukongs blush only grew worse, his face turning a bright shade of red, mouth hanging agape and eyes wide. He was utterly mortified. Macaque stared at him a minute of surprised and confused. Why was he suddenly so freaked out about a BDSM scene? I mean he said he didn't mind last night, why did that bother him. A moment later wukong was holding his face in his hands, whining to himself as he shook his head side to side.

"What- are you ok? The hell's wrong with you?"

Wukong groaned louder, stilling his head but still holding his face for a moment, then slowly looked up.

"I just never thought I'd end up being one of those weird- freaky sex people!? I've barely had any vanilla sex in my life now your telling me I'm doing fucking- BDSM shit. I just-... AGH"

he yelled in frustration. Clearly a bit embarrassed with himself. Macaque didn't answer him, just stared for a while as wukong sat there thinking. There are different people in the world, all he treat sex differently. Macaque was one who had a great understanding for it and was very open to it. While wukong was much more sheltered. He was one of those guys he didn't really know what any of it was, and just assumed BDSM was some super weird fucked of sex cult like most of the world did.

Macaque felt inclined to be annoyed by this. But considering what they'd been through together he figured he throw wukong a bone and just explain instead of getting angry.

"You wanna know what BDSM actually is?"

Wukong looked up, tilting his head to the side with a puzzled expression. He gave a small nod, not quite understanding what macaque meant.

"BDSM gives people the chance to let go. It's a time when you can put down every wall, every boundary every insecurity and just completely let go in a safe and secure environment. It's not just having some kinky fun, well for some people it is. But it's more then that"

Macaques cigarette had just about gone out by then, he plucked it from his lips and crushed it into the floor of the balcony, flicking it off the edge. Wukong had gone quiet again, staring at macaque with surprise. He wasn't quite sure what to make of that, but he couldn't help the question that popped up.

"... Is that why you do it?"

Macaque almost chocked at the question. That was the last thing he expected to hear. He stared at wukong, almost considering punching him for it. But he was in a surprisingly patient mood today, and managed to refrain from his violent tendencies.

"Well.. yeah kinda... Ok listen, those BDSM clubs are just a nice way for me to let off a little steam all right? Take the edge off. I told you the only way to delay with this place was to indulge in some fun. Well that's my indulgent"

He looked away, either a bit shy about it or irritated. Wukong couldn't tell which. But he didn't mind, he was more interested in what that meant.

He'd known macaque went to BDSM clubs for a while now, or use to at least. And he's always just assumed he was some sex addict having fun. He'd never thought about it much. BDSM gives people the chance to let go. hearing that had shined some light on things. Macaque wasn't just using it for some fun sex, it was a place where he didn't have to keep being him. Where he could actually relax for once and have fun. Or that's what wukong was gathering from this conversation.

It was one of those eye opening moments, when things suddenly click and your realise you've been wrong about something massive. It made him think harder about macaque as a person, that despite what an asshole he could be there was still a part of him that just wanted to relax and not worry about anything. It made him realise just how human macaque really was, in his own way.

He just of sat there staring at nothing for a good few minutes, just thinking about it all with this sudden understanding. Then finally looked back at macaque, with a firmer grasp on things.

"So... This stuff is sort of.. important to you?"

Macaque shrugged.

"Well, it's not important to me personally... I take it seriously is all"

Wukong nodded, taking another second to think.

"That's why you apologised?"

Macaque nodded, glancing around for a moment as if to think, then turning back.

"Well.. yeah. Usually your supposed to like, talk things over first. So nothing goes badly when your doing it. I guess I'm just upset with how reckless it was last night, especially since it's your first time doing anything like that. I should have at the very least checked in at some point"

Wukong nodded again, and continued to let his brain chew on the newfound information he was being given. It felt like he was being opened to a whole new side of macaque, a whole new part of him he hadn't stopped to consider existed. And in all honesty he found that fascinating.

All the while macaque was just watching him. Watching as slowly piece by piece put itself together in his head, and he slowly began to understand. He was pretty shocked in truth. He hadn't expected wukong to actually care, or consider any of this. He'd assumed he'd be like every other rich bigot with their heads shoved so far up their ass they don't even consider anyone else perspective. But it seemed like wukong was honestly trying to understand and learn..

".. tell ya what. You buy me back a pack or cigarettes and I'll forgive you"

Macaque quickly looked back at him, thrown off by the question. Right, he'd totally forgotten that he basically stole wukongs entire pack this morning. Wukong just smiled at him, clearly trying to help ease the situation. They'd both said everything they needed to say, and now it was just a matter of trying to get back to normal.

Macaque just sighed, rolling his eyes as he went to stand up.

"Fine, whatever"

Wukong grinned, going to stand up as well. He felt weirdly good, lighter somehow. He felt like he understood things better, like him and macaque had actually made some ground in their relationship, and was honestly relived they managed to have this conversation. Sure a part of him was still spiralling from the fact they'd hooked up, but what can you do?

"Oh, one other thing"

Wukong paused as macaque turned, there was a moment of confusion, and then he was being punched across the face. He gasped out in pain, stumbling back and slamming into the balcony railing. He groaned, quickly bringing a hand up to hold his bruised cheek and stare at macaque.

"Wha- what was that for!"

Macaque glared at him, giving this coi little smile.

"Juuuust making sure you don't get too comfortable. Don't go thinking that this changes anything between us, I still hate your guts just as much as I did yesterday. Got it?"

He was glaring now, that familiar venom in his voice. Wukong stared at him wide eyed, but after a moment just sighed, glaring back. Great, and he really thought they'd made some progress. But of course macaque was still dead set on making his life hard. Peachy.

"Oh, also"

He took a step closer, and suddenly macaque had his hands on Wukong, gripping the collar of his shirt and holding him up, pressing his back into the railing as hard as he could. Wukong yelped, hands flying up to grip macaques arms as he was pushed back, almost pushed right off the balcony entirely, only held there be macaques grip.

"If you spill a single word about what happened here to anyone. I will personally hunt you down and make sure you can't spill another word to anyone ever again. You got me?"

There was that flaring hatred again. Wukong was seriously started to consider a bipolar diagnosis for this guy, but he was no doctor so.

"G-got it. Won't say a word, like it never happened"

He spoke out fast and desperate, panic rising in his voice. Macaque held him there for another second or so, making sure the point really set in. Then finally yanked him back. Wukong let out a huff of air, relieved he hasn't been thrown off. Macaque just walked away, grabbing the glass door and sliding it open.

"C'mon. Let's get you your stupid fancy cigarettes"

And just like that he was gone, walking back inside and leaving wukong out there to take in everything.

He couldn't help groan, feeling disappointed with how things ended. He'd kind of hoped for some sort of friendly relationship to come from this, or at least for the two to be on better grounds. But of course macaque wasn't going to let that happen.

And just like that he was back at square one. Yippee.

Notes:

Idk how I felt about this one, it wasn't my best but I hope it turned out alright.

I kinda struggled with what to make them say and how to progress their conversation- but I think I got it in the end.

Anyway hope you guys still enjoyed it!

Chapter 12

Summary:

This is totally a rushed filler job, but still kinda important to the plot. Short chapter.

Warning: extreme violence.

rain pours down from the sky, the city streets flooding, water gushing down roads and into drains. The dark night sky is barely visible under all the clouds, the moon's light just barely hidden away.

Harsh splashes fly by along with a short figure.

Larger splashes follow, a much larger figure causing them.

A boy, no older then 12, drenched head to toe in rain water dashes down an alley, eyes frantic as they dart around for some kind of escape.

He hits a dead end. And as he turns there a man standing there blocking his only way out.

"Well aren't you a scrawny little thing? Come on kid, give it your best shot"

The boy snarls, eyes sharp as they dash around fast, separate for any way out, anything to help. He pushed himself up against the end wall, snarling and growling as the older man takes a step closer.

He's wearing a grey suit, blue stripes going down it. His hair is almost black, combed back nicely with a grey line going along each side, and his eyes are completely white. No pupils.

"What? Aren't you going to try and get away? Or are you just going to stand there snarling like a mut"

The man mocks, laughing at the child as he gets closer and closer.

"Maybe it's about time someone taught you some manners"

And just like that he has the kids collar in his hand, the other drawing in for a clean punch right across his jaw.

The boy cries out, beginning to squirm and struggle against the man's grip, kicking his feet and flailing his arms around, tail thrashing from side to side.

"L-let me go you old fart!"

The man simony laughs, lifting the boy up higher so his feet aren't even touching the ground. He yells out helplessly, kick swinging as he tries to hit the guy, but he too small to reach.

The man walks closer to one wall, pressing the boy up against it, and seconds later he has a switch blade pressed against his throat, stilling all movement.

"Actually, better idea. Why don't I just save everybody the trouble and kill you now? It's not like anyone would notice, and it would certainly fix your attitude!"

The man behind to cackle, this maniacal insane laughter that draws chills up the boys spine. This horrible fear suddenly creeps in, this panic. The kind of panic that takes over every muscle in your body, the kind you have no control over.

He was gonna die. If he didn't do something he was actually gonna die.

The knife presses harder against him, and the moment it starts to draw blood the kid snaps. His entire body thrashes violently, this blood curdling screeching pulling from his throat and he just barely managed to kick the guy in the stomach.

The man stumbles back, letting go as he grips his stomach in a pained shock. And the boy has suddenly swiped the blade.

Before the man can react he's being tackled, the boy pouncing in him and throwing him to the ground. He tries to struggle, to throw the boy off, but just as he gets his hands on him the knife is piercing his neck.

There a white hot pain instantly, his hands freezing as a horrifying scream gurgles from his throat. Blood pours into his mouth and practically begins drowning him, his screaming becoming nothing more then helpless gurgles.

The knife lifts up, and swings back down instantly, stabbing into his neck again. And again, and again, and again, and again.

He begins slamming the knife down into the man repeatedly, at first focusing on just his throat, but his movements grow sloppy and messy. He moved to his face, repeatedly piercing the metal through his skull, eyes, mouth, nose and so on. His movements are quick and frantic, repeated attacks against the older man who is left thrashing under him, desperately trying to escape the endless attacks.

Untill finally he stops moving completely.

Blood sprayed everywhere, covering the young mans hands, arms, stomach, chest and face. Despite the man going limp he still doesn't stop, as if he can't stop, like something possessing him to keep going, something he just can't control.

Tears are streaming down his face, he's growling hissing and snarling all at once, heaving in each breath. His entire body is trembling violently, getting worse and worse till finally he can't even hold the blade anymore.

He tumbles out of his hand, clattering into the blood puddle now surrounding him.

There's a long, long pause. Nothing but the sound of rain around him as he sits there, on-top of the corpse, staring down at what he's done.

Whatever had possessed him moments ago has swiftly disappeared, his senses coming back to him as he gains a little composer. And the reality is forced to sink in.

He stares down at his trembling hands, tears still streaming down as he looks at all the blood soaking them.

He looks at the butchered face one last time, his breath beginning to quicker.

And then he screams.

He screams likes he's never screamed before.

What has he done.

Notes:

I probably didn't have to include this yet, but I wanted a filler before the next chapter, and was planning to do something like this sooner or later. Start getting into the mysterious angsty backstory >:]

Anyway hope you enjoyed.

Chapter 13

Summary:

not my best work. Kinda hate it actually, but anyway.

Short chap.

The air fills with clattering of metals, the sound of stainless steels hitting against each other over and over, until one is clattering right into the ground a few feet back. The sound of a pained monkey soon joining it.

"Aaand you're dead."

Wukong groans out in pain, looking up as macaque stand above him, pointing a switch blade in his direction. His own being thrown a few feet back.

"Ugh. Is all this really necessary? I don't see why I need to know how to use a knife if I'm gonna have a gun with me all the time"

He slowly stumbles to his feet, macaque stepping back to give him the space to do so. Macaque twirls the blade around in his hand, humming softly at the question.

"Because what if you don't have a gun? Sure their handy, but there's a good chance you'll be in a situation where you don't have one, or your out of bullets, or maybe your somewhere you can't fire a gun. Relying solely on a gun will get you killed. So it's good to have a backup like a knife on you"

Wukong grumbled. Apparently the boss had asked macaque to include basic knife skills in their training. Which hasn't exactly been fun. It was mostly wukong getting his knife thrown out of his hands and being pushed to the ground, or being tackled, or small cuts.

He was just relived macaque seemed to avoid his throat.

It was only their first lesson, if you could even call it that. And wukong had far more bruises now then he did when he walked in. Along with a few cuts. But it's not like he could complain about it.

Wukong picked his knife back up, looking down at the blade for a moment. It was a cheap shitty switchblade, probably the easiest one the mafia could by in bulk. Sort of like those shitty red suits, just a basic so you had something but you'd have to get a hold of something better on your own. He didn't care much, knifes a knife, what was throwing him off was looking at macaques knife.

It was his own, not a mafia given one. But it seemed so... Out of place? If that made any sense. Macaque didn't often but himself things, not for the mafia. Besides his suit he mostly just used what was given to him, like he couldn't care. But the knife certainly wasn't a mafia one.

It was a curved stilleto knife. The metal was demascus steel, with waves and patterns throughout the metal end of the knife. The handle was mostly wood, painted this dark grey colour with light blue at the top and bottom of it.

The reason it through wukong off was both the style, and how old it looked. Macaque wasn't exactly great at anything stylish or fancy, but he did keep to his own theme. Which usually meant purples. Most of his own possessions where purple, his suits his clothes at home, his bedsheets. A mixture of black and purple, which suited him quite nicely.

Wukong had never seen him go for pale blues and grey, it stuck out like a sore thumb in his hand. Not only that but it was clearly decent quality, since when did he care about that.

That, and it was accent looking. The blade looked like it was about to fall apart, slightly rusted, chipped, stiff round the hinge, handle looked like it had been glued back together more then once. It looked like it had been used for years.

Wukong didn't understand any of it. If he wanted a nice blade, why get one to out of his style. Did he just like it at the time, or was there a specific reason for it, or was it just the only one available? And if he was willing to spend so much on a decent blade why not get a new one, why hang onto the same piece of junk for this long.

"Aye, ginger, quit zoning out on me"

Wukong jumped, glancing up at macaque who was glaring at him with mild irritation. He waved his hand around, gesturing for wukong to come back to his sense. Wukong quickly shook the thoughts away and rushed back over, getting ready for another round but macaque didn't engage, just glared at him.

"What's got you so distracted? You know that can get you killed right"

Wukong flinched. Macaque seemed more annoyed then confused, eyes sharp as he glared at the ape. Wukong knew what that face meant, it meant he was upset with Wukong's performance, or angry with it. He did it whenever wukong got distracted on a job or made a mistake, like he'd committed some horrible offence. And it would usually result in a slap across the cheek.

"I uhh... Well.. permission to ask a slightly personal question?"

Wukong gave an awkward smile, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he asked. Macaque seemed to quirk a brow, looking at wukong for a moment longer, then nodding his head.

"Ok.. what's with that blade? No offence but it seems... Out of place"

Wukong pointed to macaques knife, which was still glasped on his hand. Macaque looked down, lifting the blade up to stare at it. His expression was stuff for a moment, then suddenly his eyes widened with this odd recognition. His face seems to soften slightly from its harsher glare and his grip on the knife loosened, now loosely holding it in his palm as he stared down.

Wukong watched him stare at the blade, his eyes fixed on it for a moment, almost like he was trying to read something. Or like something was going inside his head. As if he hadn't realised what he was holding untill that moment, and now that he was considering it seemed a bit frazzled.

Wukong stood silently across from him, watching quietly as he looked down at the blade. Then his fingers reached up, cupping the back of the knife and folding it closed in his hands.

"... I stole it from some old guy"

And just like that he was back to normal, whatever brief moment he'd had quickly being pushed down and replaced with his usual unbotherwd demeanour. He tucked the knife away in his pocket, suddenly seeming unphased by it.

"Ages ago, kinda forgot about it till now... Anyway I think we're done here"

He waved wukong off, beginning to walk away with both hands tucked in his pocket.

"C'mon, I've got stuff to do"

Wukong stood there. A little confused by macaques behaviour. But he didn't want to question it, or he was afraid to. So he quietly out his own switch blade back in his pocket, and began following after macaque.

 

"Soooo.. can I know what were doing?"

Wukong peaked over at macaque from his side of the car seat, his hands still on the steering wheel as they drove into the parking lot of some furniture store. Macaque was lent again the other side, elbow on the window head against his hand. He briefly side eyed wukong, this pissed off expression on his face. Then looked ahead.

"No"

That's all he said as wukong parked into a spot, completely confused as to what was going on.

After their brief knife practice macaque had told wukong they needed to pick something up. And then taken him to a large brand new looking ute, specifically a Ford Ranger V6. Of course this completely shocked wukong, even more so when macaque told him he was the one going to be driving it. He hadn't driven a car since joining the mafia, they just used limos most of the time. So he was baffled as to why he was being trusted to drive something so nice.

Even more so since macaque didn't look happy about it at all. Actually he seemed slightly rage filled about something. This constant scowl on his face as they got in the car. The kind of scowl that had wukong on edge.

He'd then given wukong an address, which had then taken them here. To some random furniture store wukong hadn't been to before.

This had raised more then just a few questions. Dozens actually. But he's already used up his questions quota for the day, anymore and he might seriously get hurt. So he silently followed macaque to the back of the building, keeping his head down and mouth shut while pondering what on earth they could possibly be doing here.

The back lead to a large storage area of the store, the back garage door open with people all moving around, carrying things and checking storage requirements. It was the pickup area, or where they received deliveries. Nothing out of the ordinary so far.

Macaque walked straight up to one of the men standing nearby, and quickly began speaking to him about some order. Wukong followed, standing off to the sud as macaque discussed something with the man. Showing him something on his phone. The man seemed to smile, quickly confirming something with him and running off to get something for him.

They stood there for a moment, then the man returned with a clipboard paper and pen, giving it to macaque and pointing somewhere on the page. Macaque quickly scribbled something, then handed it back, and he man was off again.

"... Ok seriously what is going on?"

Wukong couldn't take it anymore. It's obvious he's picking something up but why?. Since when did macaque make orders like this? He's the most deranged individual wukong has ever met why dos he suddenly seem so normal?.

And what the hell is he picking up. It's not like their apartment is very big, he doubts they could fit much of anything in there. So what furniture could he have ordered. And why did he seem so mad about it.

Macaque glared back at wukong, seeing the genuine puzzle on his face as he tried to solve this chaotic mystery. And finally gave in. Letting out this heavy breath.

"I'm picking up a new couch"

Wukong blinked at him for a moment. A new couch? Why did they need a new couch. What's wrong with the old one. Not only that but wukong sleeps on that couch, practically lives on it. So why get a new one without telling him.

"Bosses orders"

Macaque quickly pulled a cigarette from his pocket, holding it up and beginning to light it with that same scowl.

Ah. Now that made sense.

Wukong almost felt relived when hearing this was involuntary. Still the same old macaque. But why was the boss making him get a new couch? That seemed so oddly specific. Why did he care about what couch macaque owned.

Before he could think to ask two men came out carrying a large black couch. It was far different to the one they owned. For one it wasn't leather, it was this soft fabric instead, and it didn't have any arm rests at the sides. Just flat surface to sit in and lean against, odd.

Macaque walked over and explained to the men which car was there's, and lead them over to the ute. That helped explain the car at least. He's guessed the boss also sent them that.

They loaded it into the back of the car, closing it up and quickly giving macaque a handshake before taking off back inside the store.

"Alright let's go home. You'll have to help carry this inside"

Wukong walked over to the driver's side and hopes in, macaque hoping in on the other side.

"Don't we gotta get rid of our current couch?"

Macaque seemed to scowl even harder at that, glaring at wukong with this firy rage that had wukong shriveling in on himself.

"...the boss has it taken care of. Alright?"

Macaque replies, his teeth gritted tightly as he speaks, like he's holding back a storm of anger at the words. Hand balling into tight fists. Wukong honestly astounded that he hasn't tried to hurt him yet.

He figured keeping quiet is his best option, and quickly starts up the car, beginning to drive back to their apartment in a tense silence.

 

It certainly wasn't easy, but after an hour of struggle, pain and sweat they finally did it. Just as macaque said when they arrived home their couch and mysteriously disappeared, only a small pile of blankets pillows and a few of Wukong's belongings left behind. Apparently the boss had sent a few men in during the day to take it, so when they arrived home they could just move the new couch in without issue.

They left the ute outside with the keys in it, macaque said someone would come by to grab it later in the night.

Then an hour of hell trying to both drag the couch up to their floor, and get it through the door by some miracle, and finally they had a brand new couch sitting in the centre of their apartment.

Wukong insantantly flopped onto the soft chair, letting out a tired huff. Macaque leaned against the back of it, panting a little himself after the effort. But seemed relived that it was over with. Wukong glanced up at him, he seemed like he was in a slightly better mood. Maybe it was worth asking.

"Hey um. You don't gotta tell me anything but is there a reason the boss gave you a new couch?"

Macaques head turned to look at him, face flushed a little with sweat after exerting himself so much. He took a few deoe breathes, then stood up straight and readjusted himself. Wukong stood up from the couch, doing similar and waiting to see if he's get an answer.

"Apparently it's supposed to be your welcome gift. Or some shit"

He said with clear irritation, pulling a new cigarette out from his pocket. Wukong's eyes instantly went wide, quickly looking back to the couch with clear confusion.

"Wha- gift- me?? Why?"

Macaque grumbled a little, turning away with this angry expression.

"Well. apparently he wasn't happy with how I was treating you, and your living arrangements. So he decided to take matters into his own hands"

He said, walking over to the side of the couch and leaning down to grab something. Wukong watched confused, watching him fiddle with something, then pull some kind of lever. There was a click, macaque grabbed the top of the backrest to the couch, and suddenly the thing began sliding downwards.

Wukong almost jumped in shock as he watched the couch slowly flatten itself out. Making a second click once it was completely flat. Wukongs eyes were almost pulling out of his head as he stared at it. Then he watched as macaque walked round to the front of the couch, or the side of it now that it was flat. And reached underneath to the stand bit, pulling it out to reveal two large draws underneath it.

"There. Now you've got a real bed and some extra storage. Curtsey of the boss. Enjoy"

Macaque said it with dripping sarcasm. Waving his hand dismissively as he headed out to the balcony, most likely to enjoy his cigarette in piece.

Wukong just stood there aimlessly, staring down at his new bed. There was a long pause as he processed it, almost not fully being able to believe what was happening. Then suddenly his entire body was collapsing against the furniture.

"... No way! A real bed! Oh thank god I actually have a bed!!"

He was instantly swept with euphoria, overjoyed at his new gift. He'd spent the last few months sleeping cramped on a tiny leather couch, which had been borderline painful. But now he suddenly has an entire bed to himself. Well, a couch that flattens into a bed. Still convenient. And more draws, which meant he didn't have to keep so much cramped in his suitcase anymore.

He let out a long relived sigh, smiling to himself. He felt silly for being so happy about it but he couldn't help it. Having even the smallest improvment to his daily life meant so much now. Considering what a shitshow his days usually were.

After basking in the new comfort he finally got back up and began putting away his things in new draws, finally able to empty his suitcase for the first time since arriving. He placed the blankets and pillows back down, turning it into a real bed, and couldn't help take the opportunity to investigate how comfortable it really was.

By the time macaque walked back inside, wukong was already asleep.

Notes:

I needed more filler- so decided it's bout time wukong had a bed.

Sorry for the crappy chapter but promise next one's gonna get back into the spicy stuff >:]

Edit: OMG I TOTALLY DIDN'T REALISE BUT IM MAKING IT LOOK LIKE THE BOSS WANTS THEM TO HOOK UP-

just know that is not the intention at all- he wants them to hate eachother. I can't say anymore then that but I saw a comment asking about it and laughed so hard when I realised his action are so fucking suspicious. Mans Tryna play match maker 😭😭

Chapter 14: Chapter 14 (smut)

Summary:

Another spicy chapter >:]]

This is the good one I've been excited about.

Nothing's changed. At least it doesn't look like it.

By the next day everything was completely back to normal. The monkeys did get a brief scolding from the boss because they missed almost an entire day's work dealing with their problem. And of course macaque used that as an excuse to attack wukong. But going forward everything was pretty much identical to how it had been. They didn't talk about it again after that, they acknowledged it, they didn't do anything.

So why did everything feel completely different?

Despite everything appearing the same on the outside, on the inside they were both slowly falling apart. In their own ways. Everything felt completely different now, like they had been physically rewired. They didn't view each other the same anymore, they couldn't see each other the same way anymore.

And it showed, in small details, if you looked close enough you could see those cracks. A glance that lingers just a little while too long, a touch that didn't need to happen, a comment that no one else would really notice, but they did.

It was a nightmare. Wukong couldn't function with the other normally anymore. Everything felt so off, and weird. He kept thinking back to that night, kept seeing little things that reminded him of it. Not only that but he'd started viewing macaque a lot different after. In some ways that was good, he was more understanding sometimes, but it was also a tad embarrassing.

He hated the way he noticed macaques much more relaxed and calm composer after their time together. He hated watching as macaque suddenly became so cautious around certain words. He'd all but stopped using that specific tone, and pretty much never tried his old humiliation tactics anymore either. Like he was afraid to, or wery. It made wukong embarrassed to know macaque was trying to avoid giving wukong a fucking boner with how he spoke to him or what he said.

And he wasn't the only one struggling. Macaque was suffering his own form of torment. He's notice little things like the way wukong shrunk in on himself at certain insults or name calling. The way he seemed to stiffen a little whenever they walked down a dingy alley together.

He also hated the way he's changed as well. His own actions had differed, become more cautious and wery. Like how he'd avoid using a certain tone, avoid touching Wukong's neck like chocking or grabbing or other means or harm, he stopped grabbing Wukong's tie anymore, he use to yank it whenever he wanted to be a jerk and needed wukong for something. Now he kept his hand off. He hated all of it.

They both couldn't stand how tense things felt now. They both assumed things would just go back to normal after a while and they could forget is ever happened, but clearly that wasn't the case.

In some circumstances you could, quite easily infact. But this was different, there was one key reason they couldn't just forget, why they couldn't ignore it.

Because they both still wanted it.

They would never admit it, and maybe weren't aware of it fully. But they both couldn't help miss it, crave it, need it. It's why they were so cautious, it's why they made sure to keep a friendly distance when in a limo, or tried to keep their eyes away. It's why they struggled with little touches and shared glances, why they couldn't help linger a little longer then they needed to, why they practically ignored the others existence at home.

Because if they acknowledge each other for just a little too long those feelings would bubble up more then either of them wanted it to. Because if they just went back to how it was they'd be needy for the rest of their lives, always aching for that same touch.

Wukong couldn't help think back to their kiss, how soft his lips where, how hungry he felt, how desperate he was to have him. He'd never felt anything like that, that feeling of being wanted, of someone enjoying him. He'd never been someone treat before.

And macaque hadn't had such a fun play buddy in his life. Sure he had his clubs and those had their sex workers, but they were just paid employees doing as they were told, they were experienced, confident, mean. Nothing like what wukong was. Wukong was all the pathetic needy mess macaque could ever want. He was obedient, and weak, and eager all at the same time. He was so much fun. In a way macaque barely ever got to indulge.

And worst of all he was free. He was easy pickings. He wasn't an expensive sex worker or a mystery man in a bar he'd never catch the name of. He was his partner, his roommate, the guy he spent every day of his life with. Which meant having him would be that much sweeter.

They struggled with this for weeks, preying to God they'd get over it. But they never did, infact it only grew worse. Their needs only growing as time passed. And it would keep growing and growing, untill one of them finally snapped.

 

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Wukong was sitting on the couch as usual, snacking away on some crisps he'd gotten himself while scrolling through his phone. Macaque was stood over in the kitchen area, leaning against the kitchen isle with a beer in his hand.

He seemed to be spaced out, staring down at the table with this glazed over expression, slowly sipping on his beer. Wukong had tried to ignore him, figuring he was just distracted or busy with something, and didn't want to interfere. But after an hour of this, with the monkey hardly touching his drink wukong decided he could at least ask about it, at the very least.

"Uhhhh... Sir?"

The monkey flinched, head tilting up to see wukong stood on the other side of the isle, looking at him with mild concern.

"You ok, you seem a bit out of it"

Wukong leaned against the table, looking over at macaque with hesitation. Macaque watch as each movement was performed with a level of caution. He eyes wukong for several seconds, gears turning as he forms a response.

"... You ever think about that night?"

He lifts his drink to take a sip, looking down almost in attempt to avoid Wukong's reaction. Wukong would like to say it took him a while to understand what he was talking about, but that wasn't true. Infact it didn't take any time at all for him to know what macaque was referring to, and maybe that made it just that much worse.

His face flushes, eyes quickly darting downwards to stare at the table like that will save him somehow. It doesn't. But he tries anyway.

"I-i-... Yeah.. sometimes.. I guess..."

His voice comes out shakier then he means it to, his body tensing slightly. It was one of those topics you tried to avoid thinking about, because you knew thinking about it too much made it harder to deny.

Macaque understood that, he'd felt the same way. But this wasn't about denying or rejecting it. This was about confronting it. Maybe even considering it.

"What was your favourite part?"

Wukong glanced back up, face still a little flushed.

"Favourite part? Of what we.. did?"

Macaque gave a short nod, slowly sliding his drink across the table, offering it to the ginger. Wukong looked down at the half drank bottle of beer, the first one macaque had had all night. He hesitated, looking back to macaque for confirmation. And when he received a second nod he picked it up.

He took a sip, beginning to fix on the question quietly. His tail flickers behind him as those memories came back, blush growing a little darker as he combed through their events.

".. the car ride... I guess"

He replied, lifting the drink up for a second swig, before placing it down and handing it back to macaque.

Macaque raised an eyebrow.

"The car ride. When we made out?"

Wukongs lips quivered a little bit with embarrassment, eyes staying fixed on the table as he gave a timid little nod. Macaque watched his expression, and couldn't help chuff a little bit at his nervous demeanor.

"What about it did you like so much. Was it because it was gentler then the rest of it"

Macaque lifted the beer and took a few sips, then hands it back to wukong, who was beginning to consider his question.

"Um.. I guess so. It just felt more... Slower paced? It was easier to follow. Everything else felt like it was rushing right past me but, in the car I could get a grasp for what was going on... And get to appreciate it more.."

Wukong's making every effort not to look at macaque as he speaks, fiddling with the top of the beer bottle anxiously. He doesn't take a sip, just stared at it nervously while macaque listened.

"So you like it a little slower then?"

Wukong pauses, then nods his head slowly.

"Well... I was drunk, so it was harder to keep up with things"

Macaque nods, reaching out for the bottle, which wukong happily hands over to him. Macaque pulls the bottle closer and takes a couple of large swigs, emptying the last of it and placing the empty bottle down.

"Was there anything you didn't like?"

He began slowly making his way round the table, approaching wukong who was still making his efforts to avoid looking.

"I mean.. not really... Maybe when we kept going even tho I'd... Finished already"

His voice is quiet and soft, struggling to get each word out. He flushed and embarrassed, and also a little bit confused as to why their even talking about this. But he can't bring himself to stop either.

"You mean when I overstimulated you? You don't like that?"

Wukong thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, I guess it wasn't bad. It just started to get too much after a while"

Macaque was standing next to him now, leaning against the table beside him, maybe just a bit too close.

"So you like it. Just not too much"

Wukong thought about it again, trying to decide if that's what he meant. And gave a short nod.

Macaque hummed, expression calm and neutral. He scooted a little closer, bumping shoulders with wukong. The monkey finally looked up, facing macaque with that same flushed embarrassment. And macaque just stared calmly.

"Anything else you wanna tell me?"

Wukong couldn't help look into his eyes, and see a friendliness he didn't often see from macaque. A peaceful almost relaxed expression.

"... Why are you asking me about this?"

He seemed unsure, hesitant as he asked. Nervous as ever while macaque just stared back at him. There was a pause, the darker monkey looking down at the table to think. Then he looked back.

"Well... You remember how I apologised, and said I should have at least talked to you first before doing anything"

Wukong nods slowly. Macaque begins to lean away again, putting some distance between him and wukong as he stared back down at the table. He seemed to hesitate, like he isn't quite sure if he should say his next thought. But he does anyway.

"Well.. that's all I'm doing. Talking about it first"

It's his turn to avoid eye contact, expression staying neutral but avoiding his gaze. Wukong stands beside him, taking in what that means, what it implies. And he blushed harder when he understands.

"Wait. So does that mean. You want... Us to.."

There's a spark behind his words, a prayer. A small bit of hope. A need he didn't realise had gotten this bad untill it was just within reach.

"... If your not opposed"

The room is completely silent. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. Both stand there, brains churning what has just been thrown out. Both trying to get a read of the other without making it to obvious. But it's so obvious.

Finally that silence is broken, not by words, not by a noise or sound, by a gentle touch. A rail brushing against the other, a gentle friendly movement only registered between them.

Macaque glanced back up finally, and sees a little coi smile on Wukong's lips.

"Why don't we... Sit down and talk more.. about this?"

His tail began to ever so gently coil around his companions, in a way that can only be viewed as scandalous amongst their kind. And macaque can't help but grin at that.

 

The room was quiet, besides the sounds of gentle whines, muffled gasps and wet slurps. Wukong sat against the couch, face bright red and eyes shut tightly. Macaque sat in his lap, both hands rested on his shoulders as he pushed their mouths closer together, deepening their kiss.

Wukong had his hands on macaques waist just under his shirt, gently rubbing his fingers through the fur there and stroking as his skin. Just like macaque had instructed him to do.

They had talked about this. They'd sat down and had a real chat about what they wanted from this. Macaque had gotten a good grasp for Wukong's limits, and he's explained his own to the other. Granted there weren't many.

He'd explained how he wanted things to play out tonight. Said he wanted this to be a slow, delicate process. To ease them into it after their first time being so rough.

They figured out what wukong had enjoyed and what he didn't, and macaque had come up with a situation revolved around those boundaries. He figured something similar to the car ride was a good start, something slow and easy for him to deal with, to ease into.

Wukong had also expressed wanting macaque to continue taking the league. He'd enjoyed just doing as he was told and following orders, so they kept that theme as well.

He also realised a small detail was wukong enjoyed keeping his hands busy, which was more of a personality flew then anything. So he wasn't as hard on wukong about touching, and gave instruction on where and how to touch, to keep his hands entertained.

When wukong had tried to question what this means for them, what this means for their relationship and tried to point out having sex with each other probably wants that normal, macaque had shushed him. And said they could discuss it afterwards.

So here they are, macaque stradling wukong all over again, mouths tangled in some fight or dance. Their both fully dressed still, both in casual baggy t-shirts and baggy sweatpants.

Macaque has his tail wrapped firmly around Wukong's below them, rubbing against it softly and squeezing at it ever so often. It has wukong flinching, twitching at the gentle touch, little gasps and breathes leaving him. It's no secret how stone monkeys use their tails in relationships. Tails are the epitome of expressed feeling. Their used for all kinds of body language and communication. Including the sexual kind.

Two different rails making contact is considered rude in most settings. It's the sort of thing you have to apologise for if you tails accidentally graze one another. Because they can be sensitive, and their important to their owners.

So letting someone's tail completely smother your own was incredible inappropriate. Something only physical partners would ever do. It was dirty, scandalous, lustful.

It was something neither of them and ever been able to experience before now.

There was an odd excitement in it, something that coiled heat in their stomachs. A feeling they'd never had the joy of indulging in. It went against any monkey etiquette they'd been taught. Sure doing it with a sex partner was normal, but how often do you get to fuck another monkey when there's so few of you?

Macaque seemed to be enjoying it especially, his tail wouldn't stop wriggling all over Wukong's, sliding up and down, coiling round and squeezing. All Wukong's could do was tremble and flinch in the alien affection.

It had that heat pooling in his gut, that ache for more buzzing beneath his skin, that hunger growing. His hands grew more needy, squeezing at flesh, toying with fur, rubbing along the curve of his hip. Macaque smiled at that, watching the ginger slowly come undone by his efforts.

He shifted more into Wukong's lap and began gently grinding down on his increasingly hard erection, drawing out this beautiful moan, a moan he all but swallowed up in seconds.

Wukong was shaking now, his cock was growing painfully hard already, his mind was filled with lust. All five senses were overpowered by the all encompassing essence of macaque. Completely overwhelming him from every angle.

Sight, sound, sent, taste and touch. All invaded with everything macaque.

Macaque couldn't help revel in that control. Adoring that power he held over the other. He grinded down again, this time harder, slowly, with more purpose then the first. And wukong all but crumbled. Moaning helplessly as he tried bucking up into the friction.

He was hardly even kissing back anymore, not that he had been to begin with. But now he just held his mouth open lazily, allowing macaque full control over him. Macaque kept their lips sealed tightly shut, mouths open as they tastes mixed together. His tongue invaded every inch of wukong, exploring every crevice it could find, practically trying to go down his throat. And all the while he sucks everything he could out of him.

Finally he pulls back, both instantly gulping in fresh air as their mouths disconnect. Wukong pants softly, more from the heat then anything. Macaque looks down at him, and can't help smirk a little at his work. Wukong's face is completely red, spit dribbling from his mouth and down his chin. His lips are red and swollen from macaques nibbles and sucks. His pupils are dilated, wide gold circles staring back at macaque.

"Your such a mess"

Macaque comments, his fading to something darker, something more disapproving. He slides a hand up to gently hold Wukong's chin, tilting his head back slightly. Wukong grumbles a bit at the comment, looking away embarrassed.

"Shut up.."

He mumbled out, but there's no real venom to it. And it only makes macaques smile grow wider.

"Why should I? I'm not wrong am I?"

he emphasizes the words by grinding especially hard down on him, forcing Wukong's comeback to turn into a string of helpless little moans. He's definitely having too much fun with this. After a brief recovery wukong looks back at him, pouting slightly but not bothering to speak, which only has macaque scoffing.

"Alright hands off. Your gonna sit there and keep your hands at your sides got it?"

Wukong instantly pulls his hands back, nodding timidly at the command, and macaque is just as indifferent about it.

"God your weak"

He remarks, reaching down for the hem of his shirt. He begins pulling up his own shirt, up and over his head till he's finally able to toss it to the side, leaving him bare chested. Wukong does as he's told, hands resting on the couch either side of him as he watched the other undress.

He chokes back a whimper when macaques tail releases his own, watching the man stand from his lap and begin removing his pants. In moments there down and kicked away, leaving him completely naked for wukong to see.

His cock stands tall with interest, clearly enjoying how things are going thus far. And he begins reaching down for Wukong's pants.

Wukong sits quietly, face burning at the sight Infront of him as macaque begins removing his clothing for him. Pulling his pants and boxers down in one motion, pulling them off his feet and tossing them out the way, then going for his shirt. He pulls the hem up, and this time instructs wukong to raise his arms, pulling the shirt up and off him before tossing that as well, leaving them both completely bare.

Wukong's is almost ashamed by how hard he is, pre already dripping down his tip. Macaque takes a second to stare, seeming put off by his arousal, and reaches out.

"This hard already? After only a little dry humping? God how sad"

He presses the back of his knuckle to the underside as if examining him. Wukong whines loudly, screwing his eyes shut as the shame washes over him.

They'd talked about this too. Wukongs odd interest in shaming and degrading. And macaque had agreed to continue doing it, honestly it's the entire reason he enjoyed it so much in the first place. So he had free rain to insult and humiliate wukong all he liked. And that includes acting disgusted by him.

His finger traveled up the shaft slowly, picking up the small trail of precum that had been dribbling down it and bringing his hand back.

"God look at you, twitching from just that. And look at all this mess"

Macaque rubs the sticky substance in his fingers, looking down at it like it's dirt from under his shoe. Then begins whipping it off on his shirt.

"How disgusting. Your not gonna go cumming like a total quick shot again are you?"

He asks while beginning to walk away, heading towards his own bed to grab something. Wukong sits there quietly. Still pouting to himself. He doesn't answer, because if he's honest he's not sure if he will or not.

Macaque doesn't seem to care much, reaching under his pillow to pull out that same bottle of lotion, then walking back over to wukong and swiftly taking his seat back in his lap.

"Sit there and watch me prep while rubbing my thighs. Go it?"

Wukong blushed hard, quickly nodding his head. This somehow feels so much worse with them both naked. He can actually feel macaques fur on his own, and something about that feels so sexual... I guess it's supposed to.

Macaque begins applying the lotion to his fingers, rubbing it in for a moment and warming it up with his hands, then places one hand on wukongs shoulder for support as he lifted himself on his knees, and reached behind with the other.

Wukong watched in pure arousal as macaque began slowly prepping himself. Watching his face shift and change as he inserted that first digit, clearly pleasure written all over.

He glanced down, remembering his task and moves his hands up to gently hold macaques thighs. He isn't quite sure what he's doing, so he starts off by kneading them. His hands softly grasping and squeezing and squishy flesh. It's oddly satisfying, letting his fingers tangle with fur before digging into the flesh underneath, pressing and squishing thick muscular thighs.

Then he's sliding his hands up and down, rubbing against them slowly, paying attention to every detail of that flesh and fur. It weirdly mesmerizes him for a while, watching the flesh jiggle slightly with his touching. Adoring the texture and feel of it.

Macaque let's him, not minding the sensation all too much. It's almost relaxing, like a weird massage. So he continues to prep himself while wukong toys with his legs. Slipping a second, then third finger inside him. He groaned a bit, pushing them in and out, grinding fingertips against those sensitive good spots he just loves giving a little attention to. It has him biting his lip, eyes closing as he softly enjoyed the gentle pleasure.

But it couldn't just be prep all night, and once he was satisfied he pulled his hand back, grunting as he sat back down. He reached between them and grabbed at Wukong's cock, causing the ape to moan. He lazily rubbed some of the lotion on him, then held it up and shifted forward, lifting himself up above it.

Wukong watches with growing anticipation, biting his bottom lip as he watches eagerly. He could barely stop his hips from rutting into macaques hands, that familiar painful arousal taking over and making him a needy mess.

Macaque held the tip to his entrance for a moment, humming once he was satisfied.

"Don't cum this time"

And just like that he was lowering himself on it, letting inch by inch slide inside with practiced ease. Wukong gripped his thighs tightly, moaning loudly as his cock was squeezed by those warm soft walls. His legs twitched and trembled as that intense pleasure flooded his nerves.

Macaque groaned as well, gripping Wukong's shoulders again as he slid down it. He adored the way it filled him so perfectly, pressing against his sensitive walls, rubbing along sweet spots his fingers could never reach.

Finally he settled, sitting comfortable in the others lap, cock fully seated inside him. They both groaned in satisfaction, taking a moment to just get use to it.

"Hey, good job you actually held it in this time"

Macaque said mockingly, looking down with that evil grin.

"Let's see how long you can last this time"

And with that he was moving again.

Wukong let out a pleasured cry, moaning as macaque began bouncing rhythmically against his cock. Macaque let's put this long groan, the kind of groan you make when something hits just right.

Macaque quivered at the sensation, that huge grin quickly spreading across his face. Waves of pleasure surged through him each time he fell back down, Wukong's cock piercing him again and again, scratching an itch that was always so so difficult to scratch.

"Fuuuck~ yeah right there~ sooo good~"

Macaque groaned, throwing his head back slightly as he let himself drown in that bliss.

Wukong watched him, his entire body beginning to shake with each bounce. He whimpered and moaned pathetically below, sitting there as macaque had his way with him, not offering anything other then a few worthless ruts up into him.

"Nngh~ s-sir~ that's- fuuuuck sir thats so good~"

Wukong moaned, voice shaking with the effort. Macaque didn't even answer him, just let out this almost mocking laughter at his praise, looking down with that same dominating glare.

"Why don't you make yourself useful and start rubbing me off~"

It was borderline infuriating how steady his voice was despite repeatedly bouncing up and down on Wukong's erection. The kind of infuriating that had wukong getting that much harder.

He did as he was told, reaching between the two and slowly cupping one hand around his partner boner, squeezing slightly as he attempted to move his wrist up and down. Macaque start letting out hushed curses, his breathing becoming unsteady and his movements becoming just a little less confident.

Wukong watched him, utterly adoring every second of it. His stomach began to coil and tighten with that familiar build up of sex, mind fraying at the edges as he tried desperately to hold it back.

But a hand was quickly gripping the back of his head and he found himself slammed into a rough sloppy kiss. He couldn't help groaning pleasantly as he felt macaques tongue invaded his mouth once again.

Their lips pressed together, mouths beginning to aimlessly suck and slurp at each other, tongues curling and mushing together messily. Spit smeared against their chins from their uncoordinated kiss, her neither could care less, lost in the pleasure of it all.

Wukong felt that tight knot grow tighter, his cock throbbing and twitching with increased sensitivity. Macaques fingers slowly curled through the hair on the back of his head, before yanking on it harshly, only adding to his bliss.

That feeling grew stronger and stronger and stronger, till suddenly it was ripped out of him all at once. He didn't even have chance to want macaque before he was practically screaming into his mouth, his body shaking violently as he filled the other.

Macaque seemed to stiffen at the action, sitting flat on his lap as he felt wukong orgasm inside him, moaning faintly at the feeling of cum shooting inside. He could feel his cock twitch and throb, feel the liquid squeeze its way inside, beginning to slowly dribble back out. He watched as Wukong's body tensed and spasmed all over, before suddenly going limp and jelly like.

Wukong pulled back, collapsing against the back of the couch and beginning to pant. He seemed dazed, out of it. Overwhelmed by his sudden climax.

They both waited for a few seconds, allowing the moment to pass and for wukong to recover, and once he was able to sit up right again macaque spoke.

"Think you can keep going?"

He took a few last deep breathes, looking up at macaque. Then he gave a small nod, swallowing the build up of spit in his mouth.

Macaque smiled a little, still finding it just as amusing.

"Wow. You really are a total whore aren't you~"

Macaque waisted no time in starting his bouncing again, drawing out this high pitched moan from wukong again. This time it was worse, much higher pitched and desperate. His cock was sensitive, just barely finished his last orgasm and quickly began to ache from the continued attention.

But he didn't complain, didn't whine or try to stop him. He sat and endured, letting tears prick his eyes as the feeling grew more intense.

"That's it~ sit there like a good bit and let me fuck your cock. It's all your good for anyway~"

Macaque cackled at that, staring down at wukong with this sick grin, acting as if wukong were just some peasant for him to use as he pleased. That's basically what he was.

"Lucky you've got such a decent cock, or else you'd really have nothing going for you huh~"

Wukong whimpered pathetically at those words, hating the way they made his blush spread to his ears. He kept his eyes screwed shut, trembling from overstimulation as he sat and endured it.

Macaque just laughed mockingly. Gripping his shoulders and continuing to fuck himself on him.

He reached one hand down and began jerking himself off frantically, figuring wukong was in too much of a state to do it for him. Besides he was starting to feel close.

He moaned happily, touching his cock in just the way he liked it while grinding down at Wukong's lap, eyes rolling back slightly as his tip pressed right up into his prostate so perfectly.

Jolts of ecstasy shot to his brain in quick bursts with each grind, his hips rolling down against him like absolute filth. He moaned louder, hand growing faster against his member as his orgasm grew closer and closer.

Then finally it blew out of him. An overwhelming ecstasy and bliss drowned his ever sense, sending him hurling into a pit of pure pleasure. He pushed himself harsher against wukong, tail coiling tight around his thigh and squeezing desperately as he endured the intense climax.

Cum spurted between their bodies, coating their lower stomachs in the sticky cream like substance. Wukong all but cried when he felt the intensity of macaque clenching around him, shaking uncontrollably from the overload of pleasure.

Then finally the ape was done. His entire body fell completely limp, collapsing against wukong in a heap as he began panting for air, body still trembling slightly.

His head rested against wukong shoulder as he sat there, trying to compose himself. Wukong sat there still, letting macaque rest against him quietly. But finally after a few minutes macaque sat back up, taking one last deep breathes before opening his eyes again.

"Well, that was fun"

Was all he could offer before lifting himself off Wukong's cock. Cum dripping out of him into Wukong's lap. He swung his leg over and soon collapsed on the couch beside wukong, letting out a long relived sigh.

Wukong sat beside him, facing up at the ceiling with an odd sense of satisfaction. But he couldn't help the singular questions still circling around his mind.

"So... What does this... Make us?"

His voice was a little raspy and quiet, most likely from the strain of moaning so much. Macaque just quietly looked at him, shrugging his shoulders with an unphased expression before answering.

"I don't know, fuck buddies? Friends with benefits? Two guys having sex together?"

He wasn't too phased about it. As far as he was concerned they were just two guys having casual sex. Nothing more nothing less.

Wukong stated at him for a moment, considering the two options. And after a moment came to the same conclusion as macaque did, too tired to overthink it right now, sighing peacefully as he leaned back in the couch.

"Yeah alright... That works"

Notes:

Super pleased with this chapter :)
The two finally accepted their feelings and established some boundaries. Healthy monkeys.

Would have had this out hours ago but I had to go to the movies to watch the fnaf movie-

Also it's like 11 at night rn and I'm barely keeping my eyes open. Goodnight everybody!

Chapter 15

Summary:

Wukong and macaque have a new not so fun mission pop up.

"Jesus fucking Christ I said aim the damn gun you useless mutt"

Macaque shouts, smacking the back of his pistol directly into the back of the crouching monkeys skull. Wukong yowls at the sudden hit, snapping his head back at macaque while a hand races up to grip the point of impact.

"Wha- I'm trying- OW"

macaque doesn't let him finish before he smacks it across his face this time, sending Wukong's head spinning back the other way. Macaque leans down, gripping Wukong's tie and yanking him up, forcing eye contact while blood begins to trickle down Wukong's lip.

"Don't. Talk back to me. Shut your fucking mouth and aim the gun at the fucking target"

He says, before swiftly dropping him. Wukong stumbles down a little, bringing a hand up to hold his split lip. He grits his teeth, glaring at the other with clear rage, but doesn't say anything. He just let's out a heavy sigh and turns back to the targets, pulling the gun back up onto the small stand.

They're both in a shooting centre. One of those places you can go to practice firing a gun. Wukong has officially been given his own firearm and now it's macaques responsibility to teach him how to use it. Properly this time.

So they went to a shooting ring, rented a spot and now Wukong's crouched down with both arms on his gun, resting over a small stand and pointing at paper targets. Along with macaque yelling in his ear.

They've both got headphones on and wukong has a pair of safety glasses, but macaque opted to skip those. Informing wukong that he didn't need them, they were pointless. And when wukong asked why he had to wear them, macaque slapped him.

Wukong took a deep breath, looking at the distant paper figure, holding the gun out steady and trying to aim the tip of it with the centre of the target. Macaque told him they were going to be leaving untill he hit the bullseye at least three times in a row. It's been an hour and he's only managed to hit the target at all twice.

It doesn't help that macaque picked the most difficult row, with the furthest smallest target imaginable. Saying they didn't have time for the baby shit and to figure it out.

Each screw up resulted in some form of punishment, a smack of stomp or cursing and insults. So all in all it had been a fun morning.

He bit down on his tongue, sweat beeding from his forehead as he lined the gun up as best he could, finger on the trigger. Then after a few seconds he pulled it. A loud bang rang out and wukong felt the gun jostled harshly in his hands, causing his arms to jolt at the hard movement.

The bullet went flying and managed to just graze the top of the target, a little closer to the bullseye then it had been all day.

Wukong couldn't help hiss, the pressure in his arms starting to pile up and cause an aching pain all throughout his muscles. It felt like they were about to cramp.

"Oh my god I can't deal with this shit"

Macaque stormed over and yanked the gun out of his hand carelessly. Wukong hissed again, holing his arms and rubbing at the sore muscles. Then he jumped when he heard three loud quick bangs.

He looked up and found macaque had hit the bullseye of the target three times. He stood there facing sideways with his right arm extended holding the gun. He didn't even blink, just lowered the gun back down and practically threw it at wukong, who scrambled to grab it.

"That's how you shoot a fucking target. Now reload and go again"

He stepped back and leaned back against the wall, scowling with clear irritation at Wukong's lack of skill.

Wukong just grumbled quietly, reaching down and picking up a fresh magazine, popping the old one out and sliding the new one in. He gripped the top, slid it back all the way then let it pop back into place.

At least hed gotten that hand on that. When they first got here he was stumbling with magazines and getting confused with which thing to pull or just forgetting all together. Now he had a decent grasp on reloading, so there was some progress.

Just as he was getting ready to shoot again, the sound of ringing suddenly stopped them both. Macaque reached into his pocket, clearly a little confused and looked, then rolled his eyes.

"Keep going"

He pointed towards the target briefly then walked off to take the call. Wukong assumed it was either from the boss or someone else important in the mafia if macaque was actually picking up. He usually only answered the phone when they were done with whatever they were doing, more then happy to hang up on people.

Wukong sighed, feeling just a little less tense now that macaque wasn't here. Like he could actually relax a little, and continued to focus on aiming his gun.

"I'm never gonna understand that guy"

He couldn't help muttering to himself. Macaque was truly the weirdest, randomest person he had ever encountered in his entire life.

It's been three days since they established consent and how they felt about sex and kinks and so on, and everything has pretty much gone back to the way it was.

It's like once they finally said how they felt, and stopped trying to deny the sexual frustration and want, they stopped caring. They were able to relax again, all the tension was gone and it just felt natural. Wukong still had similar issues as before, a brief memory from an alley or getting flushed when they were close. But he wasn't as ashamed of it. He let it happen, let himself feel and think that way, and then let it pass, carrying on with his day.

It felt more normal, more accepted. They had agreed that sex was fine between them so thinking about sex didn't feel like some shameful crime anymore. It just felt like a normal thing between them now.

Macaque stopped being so cautious as well. Slowly went back to the way things were, yanking his tie, insulting him, embarassing him. Now that the issue of consent had been established, and wukong had expressed being ok with it macaque felt a lot more comfortable with holding that against him. Even if that's not exactly what wukong had agreed to.

Still, besides that little shift in their dynamic not much else has really changed. Their day to day is exactly the same as it was before. Macaque is still a prick, wukong is still a coward that quietly hates him, they go on with their day and don't say much on the matter. They haven't even spoken about it since that night.

Right after they'd fucked that night they did have a brief discussion, more wukong asking timid questions and macaque answering with indifference. Mostly just "how does this work?" "Do we keep it secret?" "Could we get in trouble?" "Do you want anything from me?" And so on. Macaque answered patiently, both sat naked and messy on the couch.

He explained they'd keep this private since the mafia doesn't take kindly to homosexuals, and will probably use this as an excuse to make their lives harder. He said they would just keep things the same basically, the only difference is either one could request sex from the other any time. In private.

There had been some silent agreement amongst the two that macaque would take the role of initiating sex. Wukong was too nervous to ever do something like that and macaque was the expert in this field so they both just quietly assigned that role to macaque.

After that talk they'd shared a shower, a very quiet awkward shower, then continued their night like normal. Going to bed in their respected beds and continuing their morning as they usually would.

Wukong wasn't quite sure what to make if the situation. Macaque was his superior and partner. The asshole he'd been forced to buddy up with against his will, and that actively liked making his life harder. He hated him, he could confidently admit he hated macaque.

So why was he so content to have sex with him like this? And why was macaque so content to do the same, when he clearly didn't like wukong either.

They clearly didn't get along. Not just from a work point of view, but their personalities clashed horribly. In any other situation they wouldn't have anything to do with eachother.

So why fuck each other? Why did that seem acceptable.

"Oi shithead"

Wukong was quickly snapped out of his thoughts, head snapping up to face macaque. He was standing above him, protective headphones removed and this irritated scowl on his face, looking down at his phone and typing out something quickly.

"We gotta go. Now"

He tucked his phone away in his pocket and quickly began dashing for the door, nothing bothering to wait. Wukong quickly scrambled up to his feet, tucking the gun away and rushing after macaque without even a chance to clean up.

"Wha- what's going on?"

Wukong just barely managed to ask as he caught out, the two speed walking towards a limo that was just pulling up.

"Job just came in. An important one. We're heading home getting changed then rushing straight over to the job"

He spoke, jumping into the limo without another word. Wukong followed suit, sitting across from macaque nervously as the car quickly started back up.

"Why are we getting changed?"

They weren't in anything bad. Wukong had his white shirt, yellow vest and red tie in while macaque was in his usual black shirt, purple vest and purple tie. But macaque seemed to glare at wukong for the question.

"... Wukong, I'm gonna need you to listen very very carefully"

Wukong quickly tensed at the sudden drop in tone. Macaque looked at him, eyes focused and sharp. He looked serious, really serious. Something wukong wasn't use to from him. In response wukong gave him his full attention, terrified to give anything less.

"The boss is having a very important shipment delivered to some very important clients. There were supposed to be two of our men greeting these customers but we just got informed one was shot dead this morning. So the boss has decided to send us in their place"

His voice was low, stern, clear and direct. His eyes never left Wukong's. Wukong listened and watched, his fur beginning to bristle at the clear severity in the situation.

"These 'clients' are no joke. They are a very dangerous, very powerful group the boss has been working hard to get on their good side. So we are gonna have to be the ones to represent the company"

Wukong gulped nervously. Who on earth could these people be? And what could they be delivering that's so important. Macaque leaned in a little closer, wukong stayed stiff, looking at him with increasing anxiety.

"If we fuck this up. If you fuck this up. We are both dead. If you think I've been giving you a hard time then you don't want to know what the bosses disciplinary techniques are"

His voice seems to shake a little at the end of his sentence, laced with an emotion wukong has never heard, never seen from macaque before. He couldn't pin what it was, but it made him shiver.

"We are going home. Getting changed into the best goddamn clothes we have and rushing over there as quickly as possible. And you are going to do exactly as I say. Do you understand me?"

Wukong frantically nodded his head, clear panic written all over his face.

"I-i understand. I'll take this seriously I swear"

Macaque narrowed his eyes on him, staying still for several seconds and just staring at him. Once he was satisfied wukong understood the severity of this he finally loosened up a bit, pulling back. He sighed, pulling his phone back up and grumbling.

"I swear if you mess this up you will regret it"

Wukong sat back, pure terror all over his face. All he could do was sit still, back straight hands on his knees, knuckles shit with how hard they were gripping.

 

This was the day wukong learned just how corrupt this city was.

Apparently there are several different mafias throughout the city, all operating a little differently, but all with similar control. The one wukong had gotten himself stuck in, was the most successful and powerful one. Mostly for its success in staying well hidden and secretive, getting away with crime and illegal activity far too easily.

But apparently these clients of there's were another mafia group, similar to their own. And they were just as terrifying but in their own way.

They were a lot less sly and secretive as Wukong's. But still extremely powerful. They didn't care as much, they didn't care for being careful about their crimes. They did as they pleased and then payed there way out afterwards. The opposite way round to how Xiangliu did things.

The reason this was so important is because for a very very long time these two mafias have hated eachother. They use to be rivals, use to do just about anything to bring the other one down.

That was until Xiangliu took over about fifteen years ago. Ever since he was in-charge he decided it would be more beneficial to make allies with them instead of being enemies. Of course the other mafia wasn't too keen on the idea, considering all the hate and anger still residing. It took a lot of persuading, convincing and time before they finally agreed to this alliance. Although it is still an extremely fragile thing.

Many members from each despise each other, and the other is basically looking for any excuse to cut Xiangliu off. Which is why this delivery is so important. And why macaque and Wukong's role would be so vital.

Their job was to go in to see their mafia boss. All they had to to was greet her, inform her of the delivery and its success, answer a few questions if needed and then leave. It seems small but with the context behind everything its not small at all.

If they mess this up, say something wrong, act inappropriately, or are even the slightest bit rude their boss can without hesitation have a bullet in both their heads on the spot, and declare full out war on the other mafias entirely.

So you can see why macaque was so tense. And why wukong is practically shaking in his boots.

"If you keep shaking like that I'm going to hit you"

Wukong flinches, looking over at macaque terrified. There stood outside the building, just been dropped off by the van that was also making their grand delivery. A large collection of weapons Xiangliu had shipped over from America, and was giving to this mafia for almost half the price of what he usually would, as a sign of gratitude for their continued alliance.

Wukong thought it sounded a lot like sucking up, but he would never say that out loud.

"I-im sorry I'm just... I'm nervous"

Wukong admitted, trying to take a deep breath to calm himself. Macaque stood beside him, looking up at the building. Apparently he's been here before, even worked for them briefly on the bosses orders.

"Just remember that I told you. Keep you mouth shut, hands behind you back. Don't speak unless your spoken to. And make eye contact if she speaks to you directly"

Wukong nodded his head quickly, hands tucked tightly at his sides. A moment later the front door opened, two demons standing there with smug expression.

"Ah if it isn't the snake clan. Well don't dawdle, come on in"

Macaque didn't hesitate and quickly began asking inside, giving a polite nod as he walked passed. Wukong followed his lead, doing the same as he tried to keep his expression neutral.

Each mafia had its own clan name, it stopped things from getting confusing. The mafia they worked for was the snake clan, pretty self explanatory. And the mafia they were entering now was known as the bone clan, for its own reasons.
(Should have said that sooner my bad)

Macaque and wukong were lead over to an elevator, entering along with the two demons and being sent down.

Their base of operation was much different to the snake clans. Instead of being in a large office looking building. They were stationed underground. The building they entered was just for show, a little building without much detail that could be mistaken for a dentist or some random office. But underneath it was connected to large tunnels, bunkers, whine cellars and so on.

The bone clan mostly worked underground, threw sewers or any tunnels they could find. They didn't have anywhere near as close a relationship with the police as Xiangliu had managed to obtain, so if any of their members were spotted outside without a decent bribe on hand they'd be arrested immediately. So they worked underground more often.

"How are things over at the snake clan?"

One of the demons piped up, not turning to face either monkeys.

"Fine. Business is good as usual. How are things with the bone clan?"

Macaque answered swiftly and easily, his voice calm, polite and professional. Wukong couldn't help the brief side eye he gave at that, a tad shocked to see him acting so formal. But quickly looked ahead again as not to get in trouble.

"Things are good. Your delivery should certainly help things"

The demon answered just as the elevator stopped, and the doors slid open.

"This way"

Macaque and wukong followed quietly, keeping a steady pace with eachother. Wukong had never felt so on edge in his life, the reality of how terrifying this was truly sinking in.

If this mafia wanted to they could kill both of them without a second thought. They were completely alone, no one would help, they were surrounded by dozens of people who Cleary didn't care, they were hidden away underground were no one would even know. Of this mafias boss didn't like the way they acted or spoke or literally anything she could have them offed in seconds.

That dawning realisation had wukong spiralling down a horrifying pit or terror. His hands felt clammy, fists clenched tightly. He could feel his breathing becoming just a little out of pace, and was struggling to hold himself together. But he had to, fuck he had to.

"You'll find the boss right through that door"

The two demons stepped aside, gesturing to a large wooden door. Macaque and wukong stood outside of it for a moment, then both turned to the demons and gave a polite nod. Macaque stepped up to the door and gave three short but firm knocks.

"Enter"

He reached down and twisted the handle, pushing through with wukong trailing right behind.

Inside seemed to be a well finished office, similar to their own bosses yet with a different... More creepy aesthetic.

Wukong stepped inside and the first thing he noticed were the several taxidermied heads of different animals on the walls, along with random bones, teeth and claws scattered as decoration throughout.

The room was dark, dimly lit with a blue light. The carpet was dark grey with these hard to see light blue specs randomly all over. The desk in the middle was wood painted dark grey, and a women sat behind it, looking at both monkeys with a faint smile.

"Why hello there. You must be from the snake clan, come to make your delivery?"

Macaque instantly pressed an arm to his chest and bowed, and wukong followed suit, as he'd been instructed to do. Then they took two steps forward and stood still, hands tucked behind their backs, completely in sink.

"Yes madam. My name is macaque, I'll be representing the snake clan"

The women smiled, leaning against the desk. She had long white hair, going down to her hips. Her skin was pale, her eyes glowed purple with matching lipstick and makeup. She wore a long white dress with black at the bottom, swirling up into the middle in sharp curls almost like waves.

She glanced at macaque for a moment, then her eyes landed on wukong. Instantly wukong could feel a cold chill, but he kept his composure, looking straight ahead with the cleanest expression he could muster.

"And who's this young man? I heard rumours of Xiangliu finding a new stone monkey to join him but I hadn't been sure if it was true"

Wukong turned to make eye contact, taking a deep breath to steady his voice before speaking.

"My name is sun wukong. I am one of the newer members to the snake clan"

Her eyes seemed to widen with recognition. Then soften again, she gave a faint huff of amusement, muttering something wukong didn't quite catch before turning back to macaque.

"So then, how is my delivery?"

Macaque nodded, and quickly began going into explaining how the arrival went, what was included in the delivery and how much, along with any smaller details like delays they may have heard previously and so on. She sat at her desk calmly, listening as macaque went over everything before politely finishing and going back to his statue like state.

"Hmm... Well then. I suppose that's all"

She hummed, waving her hand dismissively.

"It was a pleasure to see you both. Especially you, macaque. You've grown so much since the last time I saw you"

She eyes him as she spoke, this hunt of something in her voice as she said the words. Macaque didn't respond, but wukong could see the way his jaw ever so slightly tightened. But he simply gave that same polite nod.

"Thank you for having us ma'am. We will take our leave"

Wukong gave a small bow and began following macaque to the door, silently leaving right along side him.

 

Stepping out of the limo the two found themselves outside of their apartment. They hadn't uttered a single word since the mission, hadn't dared look or speak, hadn't dared loosen up or relaxed, like they were still under that same pressure to perform well.

But now they stood outside their home, looking up with stern expression. There was this long pause, and suddenly macaque was turning and darting towards wukong.

Wukong turned and before he could understand macaque had his hands on him, gripping his tie while shoving his other hand inside wukong jacket.

"Woah woah hey what are yo-"

Suddenly wukong was being let go and shoved away, stumbling back with clear confusion. And looked up at see macaque had stolen his cigarette case and lighter, scrambling to rip a cigarette out and light it.

His hands where shaking now, tail flicking around in clear discomfort. He held the cigarette in his mouth and lit it quickly, drawing in a deep breath of smoke, and huffing it back out again with a long sigh.

"I fucking hate that place"

His voice came out quiet yet harsh, that same angry tone wukong and heard so many times before. Wukong stared at him for a moment, watching him huff in that cigarette like his life depended on it. There was a small pause. Before finally every muscle in his body relaxed. He let out this long relived sigh, bending down and holding his knees like he was exhausted or something.

"... That was terrifying"

Macaque made a small grunt, not in agreement but more out of acknowledgement. He didn't say anything, just stood there and smoked for a moment. Both just taking a moment to breath and calm down, nerves still shot from the whole ordeal. But after a moment macaque sighed, finally settled enough to continue.

"C'mon, your giving me a blowjob"

Macaque said, quickly heading for the door.

"... I'm what-"

Notes:

I literally only added the clan thing so it would be less confusing then just saying "the other mafia" but I'm actually kinda digging it. I wanted to add lbd as another mafia for a while so it was fun :>

Might Include the spider clan as well with spider princess but idk.

Chapter 16: Chapter 16 (smut)

Summary:

Continuation of the last chapter.

He wasn't kidding. Wukong really was gonna blow him.

After how their day has gone this is the last thing wukong expected to be doing by the end of it, knelt down on the floor behind the couch with macaques half hard cock shoved in his face. They didn't even really undress, wukong managed to pull his jacket and vest off, undoing his belt as well just to avoid the discomfort. Then he was being griped by his hair and shoved onto the floor, macaque leaning against the back of the couch with his pants shoved lazily to his feet.

"Ever given head before?"

Wukong looks up at him, a mixture of nervous and aroused.

".. yes?"

His voice comes out more like a question than a statement. Macaque eyes him for a moment and wukong just continues to look at him nervously.

Seriously. You go days without even acknowledging any of this, then decide to jump into it right after a fucking shitshow job?

Wukong was as baffled as he was shocked, but in all honesty he couldn't find any place to complain. Not out loud anyway. He was already hard, and the thought of doing this again had him hot under the collar. That familiar excitement buzzing under his furr.

"So you know what your doing?"

Wukong reached up, gently holding the base with his hand.

"I know the basics.. I guess"

Macaque nodded, taking another puff of his- Wukong's cigarette. Then blew the air down at him.

"Then get in with it"

Wukong gulped nervously, taking in the sent of smoke. Still just as pleasant. He carefully looked down at macaques erection, face growing hotter by the second. Macaque was t exactly huge in size, but he certainly wasn't small either. A decent in the middle. His cock was thin, the same tanned skin colour as the rest of him with a slightly reddened tip, similar to his face markings. His pubes were messy and overgrown, like he hadn't shaved them a day in his life. He could smell the sweat and sex off him, almost put off by it but managing to ignore it.

Wukong himself was about an inch bigger, around the same not big but not small either. A decent size, but his own was thicker, more vainy and muscular then macaques. And he actually and the decency to shave down there, so his probably didn't reek of sweat so much.

Still, he did as he was told. He leaned in, trying to ignore his growing arousal and stuck his tongue out. At first he gave a small lick to the tip, mostly getting a taste for it. He felt it twitch in his hand slightly. He scrunched his nose a little at the taste, not exactly bad but definitely different.

He went in again, this time for a much more confident lick. Dragging his tongue up the base to the tip. This time he felt it throb and jerk in his hand, macaques abdomen tensing slightly. He shifted, readjusting himself against the couch, both hands gripping the back of the couch as he looked down and watched wukong work.

Wukong licked the tip a few more times, big confident lick, pressing the flat if his tongue right over the slit and dragging it along. He hadn't done this a lot, but he was a little ashamed to admit he's watched enough porn about this sort of thing to know the easy stuff.

He took just the tip between his lips, swirling his tongue around it for a few seconds. He watched macaque flinch, a faint cuss from under his breath. Wukong smirked at that, quickly pulling back off and continuing to drag his tongue along the tip for a moment.

"God- quit it you fucking tease"

Macaque reached down and grabbed the back of Wukong's head, shoving it down onto his cock and forcing it into his mouth. Wukong jumped at the sudden movement, looking up a little startled only to see macaque glaring down at him.

"I told you to blow me. So fucking blow me wukong"

Wukong shivered at the use of his name, and decided that was enough teasing. Macaque didn't move his hand, keeping wukong a third of the way down his cock. It wasn't in that deep yet, but it was a little more then the tip. Wukong began rubbing his tongue along it again, this time beginning to lightly suck on the sensitive member.

He felt the hand on his head tug at his hair slightly, macaque letting out the most beautiful little groan of pleasure. Wukong slowly lowered his head, continuing to suck softly while rubbing the underside with his tongue. But just as it grazed the back of his tongue he let out a tiny gag, pulling back in discomfort. Macaque quickly gripped his head harshly, jolting his movement. Wukong looked up confused to see macaque staring down at him again, still annoyed.

"Keep going. And don't you dare choke"

Wukong whines a bit, and then macaque is shoving him further down, making him gasp.

"Relax your throat"

Wukong whimpers, but does as he's told. He tries to relax his throat, feeling the cock push further and further into the back of his mouth. There's an urge to gag, but he slowly learning to ignore it and allow the intrusion. Dropping his hand from the shaft as his mouth goes further and further down.

Macaque groans loudly, tilting his head back as he moans softly. Wukong feels tears prick the corner of his eyes, but he doesn't stop, doesn't protest, just kneels and lets macaque have him however he needs him.

Macaque gets most of the way in, and can't resist giving a little thrusts, briefly shoving it into the back of his throat. Wukong's eyes widen and suddenly he gagging, practically chocking as the sudden sensation as those tears fall down his cheek and he grips at macaques leg.

In response macaque moans, long and loud. Pulling wukong back to allow him to calm down.

"Fuuuuck I take it back~ you can choke all you want if it's gonna feel like that~"

Wukong groans at the comment. For some reason that has his face flushing even hotter and his tail thumping behind him. God he's such a freak.

He begins sucking again, signalling he's up for another go and macaque waists no time shoving him back down his cock. This time when wukong chokes macaque doesn't pull him back, instead he holds him there, forcing him to endure it.

Wukong gags and chocked a few times, but he doesn't whine or raise his hand this time for it to stop, just tries his best to endure and adjust to the feeling. All the while macaque is moaning, adoring every spasm and choke his mouth makes.

Then he's gripping Wukong's hair again, hard. Holding him in place firmly. He pulls his hips back slightly, giving wukong a chance to breath properly, then slams his cock straight back in.

Wukong tries to cough, eyes going wide at the intense sensation. He's sputtering and gagging at the sudden motion, and before he can respond macaque is doing it again, and again, and again.

He began face fucking wukong ruthlessly, moaning loudly with each thrust. One hand was gripping the couch the other was almost ripping Wukong's hair out as he slammed into his throat, cussing out vague unhearable praises.

Wukong sat there and took it, tears constantly falling as he gagged and chocked, spit slobbering down his chin and neck messily. He kept his eyes screwed shut, focusing on breathing through his nose.

Behind him his tail was wagging like crazy, constantly thumping against the carpet, wagging so fast it might just fall off. Wukong could feel his cock straining painfully inside his pants, even with his belt undone it was still uncomfortably tight. His hands were in his knees, gripped into tight fists to avoid touching himself, with a mild instruction from macaque to keep his hands off himself before they started.

God why was this such a turn on? Was he really this much of a damn freak. Why was it the more macaque treated him like garbage, like something just to be used for his own pleasure, the more turned on he felt.

Maybe there really was something wrong with him?

But he couldn't find the will to care about that right now, the only thing he cared about was the cock pistoning his mouth, and the frantic breathing of the man above him.

"Ooooh fuck~ fuck fuck close-"

He was panting now, his thrust growing quicker and more desperate.

"You want it? Want- guh- wanna taste it?"

He looked down and asked with this mocking smile. Wukong looked up with one eye, unable to answer but the thumping behind him only grew louder, giving his answer clearly.

"Knew you would. Fucking whore"

Macaque got even faster, mouth hanging open as moans constantly seemed to fall out. Wukong could feel it throb, feel it twitch in his mouth, precum smearing all over his tongue. Then all at once it stopped.

Macaque let out this desperate cry, slamming himself as deep as he could into wukong throat, cock spasming against his jaw as it emptied inside his mouth. Wukong whimpered, gagging even worse then before. His nose was pressed firmly against black pubes, forcing him to enable the concentrated sent of macaques musk. God it was overpowering.

His mouth filled with sputters of white cum, encasing his tastebuds with the salty taste. He moaned helplessly as he took it, struggling to breath with it breaching his throat, reaching up to yank at macaques leg.

Then finally he pulls back, releasing Wukong's hair and sliding his cock out. Cum is instantly pouring out, dribbling down his chin messily, smearing over his face as he pulls back and gulps in as much air as possible. He begins trying to spit it out, the taste overpoweringly bitter and salty. Who on earth can actually swallow this stuff?

Macaque falls against the couch, panting and trying to calm down. He's dazed, a big grin on his face from the satisfaction only a climax like that can give you. He glanced down at wukong, grin only growing wider when he sees him.

A tear stained face looks back up, eyes glazed over and half open, lips swollen and red with spit and cum smeared all over his lips, Cheeks and chin messily, dripping down into the carpet. Tail still thumping away behind him.

He laughs, taking a good look at the utter mess of wukong, then let's put a pleased sigh.

"Not bad. Actually felt kinda good"

Wukong grumbles, whipping his mouth of all the sticky remains.

"Suppose it's your turn now. Stand up"

Wukong insanely feels his chest tighten. His turn? Is macaque gonna blow him now? Or let him fuck him? Or stroke his cock? Or literally anything?

Wukong stands up, and as he does macaque is turning around, both hands resting on the couch as he leans against it slightly, looking over his shoulder with a bored expression.

"I'm gonna let you fuck my thighs"

Wukong freezes. What? Fuck his thighs? Is that even a thing? He glanced down and sees macaques legs clasped firmly together. He pictures putting his cock in there and... Wow. Yeah that does sound fun.

Instantly he's reaching down to pull his pants down, finally freeing his neglected cock. He almost moans when he feels cold air on him, holding his erection out and beginning to approach macaque.

"Make it quick"

Wukong isn't worried about that, just the thought of this is making him close. Macaque pushes against the couch and tries to lift himself up slightly, giving wukong a better angle. He reached down onto the couch and pulls up the bottle of lotion, handing it over to wukong with ease.

Wukong waists no time in slathering a heep onto his aching cock, then lining himself up with furry thighs.

Macaque let's him slip in, and instantly he letting out loud needy moans. The lotion smears all over macaques furr, soaking in and creating a much slipper and messy gap to thrust into.

"Aaaah~ s-sir sir- can-can I hold you? Please?"

Wukong is quickly falling apart, twitching at the want to start rutting into him but holding that little bit of resistance to ask his question. Macaque just groans, rolling his eyes.

"Fine"

Wukong has his arms wrapped around macaques chest instantly, beginning to relentlessly fuck his cock between his thighs while hurrying his face into macaque neck, moaning needily.

Macaque stands there, letting wukong have his fun silently. He debates yelling at him to stop moaning into his hair so much because he's gonna get spit everywhere, but a small part of him can't deny enjoying how needy and helpless he seems like this.

"Oh? Does that feel good? Fucking my thighs like that?"

Wukong cried out, trying to juggle himself in the others neck as he gives a quick frantic nod.

"Really? How about when I do this?"

Macaque clenched his legs together tight, practically crushing Wukong's cock between them. All movement from wukong instantly stops, hips stilling as he yowls at the sudden squeeze, crying out in pure bliss.

Macaque cackled at that, mocking him for being so pathetic. Yet he can't seme to care, just carrying on with his ruthless thrusting between his thighs.

Macaque peaks down briefly to see the tip of wukong dick picking out between his thighs each time he thrusts back in. He begins to clench and unclench his thighs repeatedly. Causing wukong to crumble even further.

It only takes a few minutes before Wukong's getting close, his breathing becoming frantic as he ruts into macaque quickly, quick desperate thrusts that leave him twitching and shaking with pleasure.

Macaque isn't phased, continuing to stand there as he feels wukong fuck just under his nuts, utterly amused by how pathetic the situation is.

Finally wukong is cumming, thrusting deep between his thighs and moaning out loudly, squeezing macaques chest as cums spurts out from between macaques thighs and makes a mess all over the couch.

Macaque stands there for a moment, waiting for wukong to finish and calm down. Once the ape begins to settle, arms going limp around him and body seeming looser, he quickly shoves wukong off.

Wukong stumbles back, still dazed from his orgasm, and macaque is suddenly gripping his ear and dragging him away, quickly making him with pain.

"Shower, now. Then you're cleaning my damn carpet and couch"

Notes:

This was a little rushed but I still think it was good :]

Chapter 17

Summary:

⚠️ warning ⚠️: I'ma be real with you, I cried writing this. That doesn't happen often- Idk what to call this, just intense angst? Maybe gore. I don't wanna spoil but just be aware something super gut wrenching and depressing happens.

Faint beeps and machines sound all around him. The room reeks of cleaning products and medicines, the air far too cold despite all the fur covering his body.

He whines, eyes slowly blinking open, only to be blinded by the ridiculous bright light above him. He feels like he's being flash banged. He groans, raising an arm up to cover his eyes and continues to try and open them.

"You done napping?"

Wukong instantly tenses, finding the strength to open his eyes fully and turn his head to the voice. Macaque sits there in a crappy hospital chair looking down at his phone with annoyance. Great, he's here.

Wukong glanced around to see he's in the hospital again. His mind feels fuzzy and out of it, and when he glanced down he knows why. His arm is hooked up to a drip, most likely giving him some kind of painkiller.

He grumbled a bit, trying to remember what happened and how he wound up here. He remembered being on a pretty dangerous job, his first major job actually. They were hunting down and old member of the mafia, a traitor. They had ran off and teamed up with a different clan for protection, but the boss wasn't too keen on letting his men run off so he sent macaque and wukong to kill him.

Apparently these were the kinds of jobs macaque use to take frequently before wukong showed up, and the kind of jobs wukong was expected to perform in further. But he wasn't happy about it.

Infact he was terrified, he's never killed anyone before? Never even shot his gun at anything other then a paper target or a glass door. How was he supposed to shoot someone. It felt like a line he just couldn't bring himself to cross.

And that's most likely how he ended up here. It didn't take long for the memory of standing at gunpoint against the man they were there to kill, and wukong chickening out. Resulting in him being shit three times in the chest.

"If that last shot was just a little further to the left we wouldn't be talking right now"

Macaque informed him, still looking down at his phone. Wukong glanced over and noticed the tight expression on his face. His eyes narrowed and lips pulled to a thin line.

Wukong felt that familiar dread overcome him, macaque wasn't happy with his performance, and he had to pay for it.

"... How long have I been out?"

Macaque glanced up briefly, still clearly unhappy. Then glanced back down at his phone.

"Six days. You get one more than I'm pulling you out of here"

Wukong looked surprised. Six whole days? He knew he'd probably been out for a while but he hadn't guessed almost a week had passed. Which meant all of this was going to be put into his dept, great.

He groaned, looking back up at the ceiling. He moved a hand up and pressed it against his chest lightly, the bullet wounds were still there, he was a quick healer but not quick enough to recover a full bullet wound in less than a week. But all the severe injuries had cleared up. The inside had healed mostly, so his organs and so on were just fine. It was basically just a deep gash now, still painful and needed to be taken care of but far less worrisome.

"... Did you get the guy?"

Wukong turned back to face him again, and instantly saw the way his face tightened even more. He looked up, glaring daggers at wukong, this look of pure hatred written across shis features. It made wukong want to shrink in on himself.

"I do my job wukong. Put a bullet in his skull. just like you were supposed to"

His voice is sharp, low and harsh, laced with a kind of rage wukong actually doesn't hear from him often. It's the kind of rage that has wukong shivering, quickly understanding that this isn't just his usual screw up, he's actually in trouble this time.

"I-i... I'm sorry... I'll do better.."

He knew there was no point making excuses, or trying to reason with him. If he tried the whole "I've never shot anyone" macaque would just punch him or something. Telling him he needs to make an effort to shoot someone then.

Macaque just glared at him for a moment longer, turning something over in his brain. Then he sighed, looking back down at his phone.

"We're dealing with this hang up you have on shooting people"

Wukong twitched, eyes locking on macaque with that growing anxiety he seemed to be far to familiar with.

".. dealing with it?"

Macaque just nodded, typing out a few last things before standing up and tucking his phone away. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a half used pack of cigarettes, plucking on and holding it to his mouth, then starting to light it.

"Don't worry about it. You'll see tomorrow. Get some rest"

He took a breath of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out before turning around to leave. Wukong just lay there, that anxiety only growing worse. Everything about that had Wukong's entire body sweating.

He didn't tell, didn't cuss, didn't even try to hurt wukong. He's been more than happy to give him a good beating even when he's in the hospital. But he barely mentioned it, just did his disappointed glare and said they'd deal with it.

What did deal with it mean? What did that imply? And if it's enough to make macaque wait on wukong discipline then how bad is it gonna be?

how bad is it gonna be?

 

"Hurry up. Don't got all day"

Macaques voice is as cold as ever. Walking down the street quickly, body rigid, uncomfortable. He really is pissed.

Wukong is trailing behind but struggling to keep up, the pain in his chest is worse then he's thought it would be, he has painkillers but they make him dopey so he hasn't been able to take too many in risk of being out of it all day. So he's a mixture of pain and mildly loopy, trying to speed walk with this angry monkey that has something horrible planned for him as far as he's aware.

Not a good start to your morning.

He winces slightly, every intake of breath feels like it's stretching the wounds. He's had to focus on breathing into his stomach and not his chest, to mildly help with the discomfort.

Honestly he'd be a lot more concerned about everything if it weren't for the drugs. He still hasn't had a chance to properly process the fact he got shot and almost died, that alone should be horrifying. Yet it feels like he's been forced to gloss over it, like it's just some normal thing he's gonna have to deal with. And a small part of him wants to go along with that narrative, doesn't want to face it because he knows if he does hell just freak out.

So he tries not to think about it, tries not to think about what macaque has planned, tries not to think about the pain in his chest. And quietly follows behind, still dizzy from painkillers.

"In here"

Macaque makes a turn into an alley that stuck between two large warehouses. There in a darker part of town, closer to the docks on the edge of the city. Wukong hasn't been here often besides for a few jobs. It's were they store a lot of their illegal items like drugs, weapons, stollen goods and so on. Apparently the mafia owns a good portion of this area.

They enter one of the warehouses, and wukong can feel himself getting more and more worried. Why here? What's the point of this place? What is macaque planning to do to him here? Was he going to torture him or something, maybe finally get it over with and have him killed?

Wukong shivers at the idea, gritting his teeth. He debates trying to run for it, but he doubts he can get far while in such a mess. So he quietly follows macaque inside the large empty building. This feels like the bone clan all over again.

"Stay here"

Macaque instructs once wukong is in the middle of the warehouse. Macaque walks off to the edge and goes behind somewhere wukong can't quite see, leaving him there alone.

Wukong glanced around the dark room, if it could even be called a room. A huge warehouse that looked like it was hardly holding up. The roof had gaps and holes, and walls looked old and moldy, the floor was this awful stained concrete that had cracked and weeds growing through.

There are a few large crates scattered around the edges of the warehouse, some look new some look old. He assumes there some of the 'supplies' the boss stores here. He was a little disturbed to learn just how bad this place was, practically falling apart. He'd been to a few of their warehouses for jobs but non had been like this, it looked abandoned.

Wukong quickly stiffened at the sound of footsteps approaching, along with what sounded like little clatters against the concrete, like something plastic scratching and banging against it repeatedly.

His eyes focused on the spot where macaque should be reappearing, that panic beginning to rise in his chest. His tail began flicking behind him nervously, his hands becoming clammy at his sides as he tried not to freak out. Finally macaque came into view, with a small... puppy, trailing behind him...

Wukong completely stiffened, staring at the dog with a look of pure confusion. It's like he's been splashed with cold water, every panicked emotion he had suddenly vanishing.

A small blond Labrador puppy, tongue stuck out with that classic big puppy smile, wide eyes looking at wukong with that innocence that could pierce your heart.

Macaque held a bright red leash, the same coloured collar wrapped around its neck snuggly. He flashed wukong this little smile, a smile that almost had wukong spiralling back down that path of panic and torment. Then he bent down to the dog and I clicked it's leash, giving it a few soft pats to the head, and pointing to wukong.

Instantly the dog came bouncing towards wukong, yipping with a high pitched puppy yip. It's tail wagged in the air, claws scrapping against concrete untill it reached wukong, jumping up his leg with overwhelming excitement and joy.

Wukong stayed utterly frozen, hands trembling as he looked down at it, then looked up, still clearly confused.

Macaque suddenly seemed to calm, so nonchalant, almost happy. He smiled, leaning against one of the crates, leash wrapped around his palm.

"Well? Go in, pet him. Or are you not a dog person"

Wukong looked back down at the dog. This felt.. wrong. Really really wrong. Nothing about this was normal. Why did macaque bring a dog out, what was the purpose of the dog. Why was he suddenly all cheery and smiling, and why in this dingy warehouse.

Wukong gulped nervously, he bent down and held his hand out to the pup, who gave a quick sniff before instantly starting to lick and slobber at his fingers. Wukong began to cautiously scratch around the dogs ears.

"Quit being so scared. Nothing bads gonna happen"

Macaque piped up. Wukong looked up at him, still concerned, macaque just stared back at him blankly.

"This is just a little treat before the worst. So enjoy it while it lasts"

He said waving his hand. Wukong paused for a moment, then began to loosen up a bit. He looked down at the puppy again, those big curious eyes staring back at him. And after a moment let both his knees drop to the floor, raising both hands up to his face and beginning to scratch and pet all over.

He sighed, whatever this was he certainly wasn't about to pass up a good puppy pet. He couldn't remember the last time he got to pet a dog actually, especially not such a cute little pup. He couldn't ignore the warmth it sparked in his chest.

He wondered if this was some fucked up mafia ritual, it certainly wouldn't be the only one. Something to make him relaxed and happy before whatever hell he was about to go through, maybe lul him into a fake sense of security.

Whatever it was there wasn't much he could do about it, and if he's honest after everything he's been through so far having a friendly dog to pet felt like such a relief. Like a heart shaped bandaid covering all the countless scars and trauma he'd gathered up so far.

He slowly let himself smile, beginning to coo at the puppy, rubbing down its back and scratching behind its ears.

"Awwww, yeah, who's a good boy, who's a good boy"

His voice naturally switched to that baby voice you use with pets. Making the puppy bark and jump up excitedly. It jumped up, paws on Wukong's chest and began licking all over his face. Wukong let out a laugh, giggling to himself as his tail slowly wagged behind him.

The dog smelled sweet, like it had just come back from a groomer or something. Almost like cookies or something. He smiled at the thought, cookie sounded like a good name actually.

He glanced down at the collar to see if he had one, but found there wasn't any tag. Just a plane red collar.

"He got a name?"

Wukong asked, glancing up to see macaque still just stood there, watching blankly. In response he shook his head. Well that was a little sad, puppy didn't even have a name yet.

"Why don't you give him one?"

Wukong perked up. Macaque voice was soft, maybe even a little bit fond. He looked at wukong for a moment, then shrugged.

"No one else is gonna. Call him whatever you want"

Wukong paused for a moment, looking down at the bright blond puppy. He thought for a moment, humming to himself. He leaned down and nuzzled his nose into the dog, taking another sniff of that sweet smell. Then smiled.

"I'm gonna name you biscuit"

In response the dog yelped, jumping off wukong and running around in a circle before jumping back on him for more pets. He giggles, continuing to pet and scratch him happily. He coos and giggles, using the new name repeatedly while praising the little fluffy creature.

This goes on for two full minutes, macaque just stood in the background watching, letting wukong have his happy moment. Wukong sat there, feeling joy for the first time in months.

Then macaque finally stands up.

"That's enough. whistle"

The dog looks over, macaque squats and puts his hand out and suddenly the dog is jumping off wukong and rushing over to him.

Wukong pouts. He watches macaque click the leash back on and realises that short moment he was given is over now. There's an odd sadness that sets into his chest, the kind of sadness that hits way way too hard. He almost feels like crying, aching at the loss of that fleeting joy. A joy he'd all but forgotten about. He didn't even get to say goodbye.

But he doesn't whine about it, doesn't cry or pout. Just takes a deep breath and stands, trying not to think about it. Like he always did.

But then he watches macaque walk over to a support pole, this long metal support beam no thicker than his leg. Macaque ties the dog's leash around it, giving him one last pet before getting up and walking over to wukong.

Wukong stands there confused, glancing at the dog that tries to follow macaque, only to be held back by his leash, and let's out a whine that almost had wukong clutching his heart.

Macaque reached behind his back and into his belt, stepping in front of wukong and suddenly pressing a gun to his chest.

Wukong stumbles a little, grasping at the gun shocked. He turned to macaque with a baffled almost startled expression, and macaque just looked back at him with that cold indifference. He stood beside wukong and turned to look at the dog, then held an arm up and pointed.

"Shoot it"

Wukong completely froze. His hand gripped the gun tightly and his tail stiffened in its place, eyes going wide. All the colour drained from his face and slowly he looked more and more horrified.

"... W-what?"

Macaque's face didn't change, eyes cold and calculating. He stared at wukong for a moment, letting the gears turn as wukong slowly understood what this was.

He looked back at biscuit, that cute puppy looking back at him with a confused expression, tugging at his leash to try and get back over to where the people who, clearly wanting more attention.

Macaque's body turned to face Wukong's again, those eyes were just as cold. Wukong looked back at him, his arms trembling, like the gun was so heavy he was barely able to hold it up.

"You've never shot anything before. That's why you keep hesitating. So you're going to shoot the dog, and get over this stupid hang up"

His voice was sharp, almost venomous. That clear anger still there.

This was all starting to make sense. Why he'd been so calm yesterday, why they were here, why he'd let him pet it. This wasn't some punishment, this wasn't some awful discipline that would leave him terrified to go against him. It was a lesson. It was training. It was his first step to becoming just like every other heartless monster in this place.

He'd known it from the start, their intentions were to break him, shatter every bit of humanity he had left until he was a cold killing machine for them to use. It was Macaque's job to teach him that, to tear him apart and rebuild him into something useful. Something the boss could benefit from. And a coward who could barely hold a gun at someone wasn't beneficial.

That wasn't a little treat before his punishment, it was part of his lesson. Letting him get attached to it, letting him play with it. letting him give it a name. All to make it that much more horrifying when he puts it down.

He was trying to shatter that part of wukong, forcefully trying to rip out what he viewed as weakness. Forcing wukong to face this in the most fucking twisted way imaginable.

He wishes he was being tortured. Wished he was getting a normal punishment. He'd take anything over this, anything over taking that poor innocent puppies life.

Wukongs entire body was shaking, tears threatened to fall, hands trembling around the gun so badly he might just drop it.

"I-i-i- i-.. I cant-"

click

Wukong flinched, looking away from the dog and back at macaque to see a gun pointed directly at his skull. Macaque behind it with that cold almost hateful expression.

"I'm getting real sick of this pathetic act wukong"

He said, adjusting his grip on the gun, pressing a finger just a little closer to the trigger.

"This mafia doesn't need burdens like you. So either you start making yourself useful or I dispose of our problem. Got it?"

Wukong could feel his heart hammering in his chest, every instinct shooting fire through his vains at the threat of his life. He turned back to the dog, truly and utterly terrified now.

The dog looked at him, tail still wagging, eyes still innocent, it had no idea what was happening, no idea both it and Wukong's like were in danger.

Wukong just stood there frozen, his mind racing through thoughts at a 100 miles an hour. Desperate to find some kind of solution, some kind of compromise. And he found one, for a second, he truly considered a way to let the pup live but macaque was quick to trample that small hope.

"If you decide to let me shoot you instead, then once your dead I'm walking over there and stomping that mutts head in. Slowly and painfully... So it's your call"

Wukong felt himself struggling to breath. He couldn't even sacrifice himself for the damn thing, not without it suffering even more.

He wanted to scream, wanted to yell and curse and cry and sob all at the same time. He hated it, hated how helpless he felt, how little control he had in this situation. He hated feeling so powerless, hated being backed into such an awful corner.

Tears finally began to fall, unable to hold them back as he slowly accepted he really didn't have any other option. He really couldn't do anything. His breathing became raspy and harsh, each breath a struggle to take in. His legs were shaking so bad it was hard to stand up right, his hands barely keeping a grip of the pistol.

".. p-please... Please anything... Anything else... J-just not this.."

Wukong looked to macaque, eyes full of tears, expression showing pure heartbreak and despair. And all he got in response was that same cold unfeeling stare. Macaque kept his gun were it was, right next to Wukong's head, he paused for several seconds, letting wukong stand there a blubbering mess.

"No."

He's never hated a no more in his life. He's never felt worse in his life.

He'd forgotten the kind of man macaque was. After everything they'd been through it was easy to start seeing him as a person, but this was a very clear reminded that he wasn't. That he wasn't capable of being a person, that he was nothing more then a heartless monster. He almost felt stupid for forgetting that.

Wukong stared back at that puppy. The dog sat there, head tilted as it started at both monkeys. It still looked so cute, so happy and innocent. All it wanted was some love and attention, for its friends to walk back over and keep playing with it. It didn't know what was going on, it didn't care. It just wanted to make friends with everyone and play and run around. It was innocent, hadn't even hurt a fly.

Wukong's shaky hands slowly rose, trying to hold the gun straight. He tried to take a deep breath to compose himself, but it only seemed to make things worse. Tears began streaming down, snot dribbling out of his nose, small hitches in his breath as he tried his best to keep it together.

He stared at the dog. At biscuit, the cute little fluffy ball that smelled of cookies and biscuits, that liked being scratched round the ear and god excited when you called him a good boy. The dog he hadn't even know for more then ten minutes.

"... C-can I at least.. say goodb-"

Wukongs sentenced stopped the moment the gun pressed against his head, forcing his head to tilt slightly at the pressure. His eyes widened, chest pounding even harder.

"No."

He wanted to fall to his knees and sob. Beg desperately for any other punishment, any other lesson then this. Beg to not kill it, even if he had to hurt the dog please just don't make him kill it.

But he knew that was pointless, knew that would just lead to a bullet in his skull. So he didn't even try.

He tried to steady his hands, aiming the tip of his gun on the dogs... Biscuits head. The action alone made him want to be sick.

His arms felt stiff, he barely had control over them anymore. Every muscle in his body depseralty trying to rebel, as if this went against his very nature. It felt like it did, it felt wrong.

He held the gun up for a moment, trying to focus, trying to breath, trying to steady his arms. But he just couldn't, couldn't deal couldn't cope. Couldn't do this. But he had to.

He took another shaky breath, just barely getting his arms under control. He looked at the dog for a few seconds. The dog let out this high pitched whine, it was beginning to get lonely, confused as to why no one was paying attention to it.

Wukong had to bite a hole in his lip at the sight, blood instantly filling his mouth. This was fucking awful

The gun began to steady in his hands, pointed directly at its target. Wukong stood still for a few more moments, macaques gun still pressed against him as a constant reminder that he had to do this.

His lips trembled, an overwhelming sense of dread and sadness drowning his heart. He looked at the dog for another few seconds, trying to muster up ever ounce of will he had.

"... I'm sorry biscuit.. you're a good boy.."

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BANG

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Its body collapsed to the ground with a sickeningly quiet thud. It's body instantly turning limp. Blood began to pool around it in a large puddle, staining its beautiful blond fur a crimson red.

Wukong stood just a few feet from it. Gun in hand, fresh smoke flowing from the barrel. His eyes were wide, glued to the tiny lifeless body just a little way from him. His ears ringing from the loud sound of the gun.

Macaque pulled the gun back from his head, glancing at the dog briefly before turning back to wukong.

"Good job"

Was all he offered, his flat, cold, unfeeling. The same voice you'd use if someone finished a fucking report on time or something.

"Ever time you wanna hesitate pulling that trigger, this is what's gonna happen"

Wukong's hands began to tremble horribly, shaking violently arms barely able to hold themselves up. The gun slowly tumbled out of his hand, clattering into the concrete floor. His legs began shaking, his breathing began frantic and uneven, tears rushing down his face endlessly.

He made a few sounds, gasps, little noises like he was trying to speak but just couldn't. He brought his hands back, looking down at them as they shook, staring at them utterly mortified. Then he jerked forwards, both hands rushing to his mouth as his eyes widened even more.

He collapsed to his knees, legs finally giving out, he hunched forwards and a second later his hands fled from his mouth to let a waterfall of sick spew onto the ground Infront of him.

He puked his guts up, to disgusted with that had happened to keep anything down. He gagged and wretched everything up, body jerking forwards slightly as his body convulsed from the sheer force his stomach was trying to empty itself.

Macaque just stood to the side, glancing at him blankly. He slowly tucked his gun away in his belt, then leaned down and picked up Wukong's discarded gun, tucking that away as well.

"I gotta make a call. Try to calm down by the time I get back"

Then he began walking away towards the exit, leaving wukong there on the floor next to his own pile of sick. He was clutching his stomach now, spit dripping from his mouth, staring down at the floor with utter horror.

Macaque stepped out of the building, closing the door behind him. Seconds later he could hear screams, desperate helpless screams or broken man.

He could hear the other breaking down, sobbing and crying, screaming as he held himself on the ground, completely falling apart. A complete meltdown.

Macaque stood there for a few seconds, listening to his partner have a breakdown. He didn't say anything, didn't do anything. Just quietly reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out.

He types something in, then held it up to his ear and let it ring. A second later it clicked, someone answering.

"It's done"

His voice came out quiet, hushed, with more effort then it usually would.

"Oh? He did it?"

The bosses voice carried through, making macaque tens wup instantly.

"you had him shoot the child?"

Macaque hesitated for a moment. He stood outside that warehouse, Wukong's cries still echoing in the background. His fist clenched by his side, arm trembling as it held the phone up, this expression of pure rage on his face.

"... Yeah. It's done"

He replied, trying to keep his voice steady. Trying to keep his composure despite the pure hatred he felt towards this man, this devil.

"Splendid! Good work as usual. Once he's settled down I have another job for you tw-"

Macaque couldn't even let him finish, hanging the phone up instantly. He lowered his hand to his side, looking up to stare at the sky for a brief moment.

He stood there, silent, still. He took a few deep breathes.

Then he raised his arm back up and ditched the phone as hard as he could as the wall across from it, causing it to shatter instantly. His teeth grit so right they might just snap, ever mucke in his body tense, shaking with pure rage.

He let out a horrible growl, bringing a hand up to his head and running his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself down.

".. fuck..."

He leaned back, letting himself fall back and sit in the steps outside the door, holding his hair with this outraged look on his face.

"....... Just fuck.."

What else could he say other then that.

He sat there, quiet, breathing still heavy.

Wukong's cries still echoing behind him.

Notes:

I almost didn't know wether to publish this or not, idk maybe I'm just an emotional baby but man I cried writing about that sweet puppy 😭

Chapter 18

Summary:

Short chapter

"we are dealing with this hang up macaque. Whether you like it or not"

Xiangliu spoke. voice as venomous as the snakes in his head. Macaque stands in front of him, entire body trembling as he looks at the man tied up in front of him.

An old friend, from before the mafia. Someone he hadn't seen since he was a child, but would still consider a close friend. They look back at him, on their knees, hands tied behind their back, rope in their mouth as a gag. Tears are streaming down their face and they look utterly terrified, shaking their head frantically as macaque holds his gun up.

Macaque has tears of his own, staring at the boy, arms shaking as he tries to aim the gun.

"... B-boss please-"

"I don't need burdens in my organisation macaque"

He flinches, that word stabbing into him like hot steel. His tail wraps around his leg, terrified to disappoint the man anymore than he already has.

"We had a deal. Don't make me regret it"

The man's voice is disgustingly harsh. Filled with a kind of anger that could make you cry. If you weren't already that is.

Macaque doesn't dare say another word, staring at his friend with disbelief. He'd only hesitated once, one time. He'd never used a gun, never shot anyone. He'd hesitated once on his first serious job, gotten the beating of his life for it and now this?

This felt too cruel.

But he couldn't argue. How could he. He's signed up for this. He'd written his name in blood on that stupid contract. And he had to suck it up.

He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as those tears continued to fall.

BANG

Notes:

Little peak into macs past :)

Chapter 19

Summary:

They sorta talk things out :D

Wukong was a wreck.

You couldn't exactly blame him, could you. After everything he's been through it's understandable he'd be a bit of a state.

Macaque understood that, to a degree. Tho he wasn't anymore sympathetic towards him. He wasn't allowed to disclose the information that it was actually the boss that orchestrated everything, so he had to act like it was his own idea. Which made wukong direct most of his anger and upset towards macaque.

Somehow it's worse then that first time, much worse. This time he's fell into a routine of self hatred, guilt, and disgust with himself. Macaque was surprised he hadn't started hurting himself. But he wouldn't eat anymore, just drink water or alcohol then smoke till his lungs hurt. He'd sit quietly for hours, staring at nothing.

Macaque would catch him crying at night, trying to keep it hidden. Sit in the bathroom or somewhere else to hide and sob his eyes out. Be couldn't stop thinking about how gut renching the whole experience had been.

But in a sick way it was working. Some piece of him died that day, some innocent sweet side to himself died and is slowly decaying. He was colder, harsher. He wasn't so soft anymore, he stopped caring, stopped trying to be nice. Infact he'd grown a bit of an attitude.

He was shorter with macaque, almost rude. Even when he got disciplines for it he still didn't care, he didn't even seem bothered. Punishments all but stopped affecting him. He'd just quietly get back up and carry on.

It's almost like he wanted it, like his own sick way of self punishment for what he'd done. Like he felt like he deserved every hit, every kick, every cigarette burn. And somehow that was even worse.

Weeks passed like this and nothing seemed to get any better. His tears grew less but he continued this self destructive path. Continued to drink and smoke every night till he passed out. Continued to barely eat or bathe himself untill you could see in real time as his body began to shrivel up, fur matting and becoming greesy and uncared for. He was slowly becoming a walking corpse.

Macaque watched all this happen, and didn't say anything, didn't do anything. In a weird way he understood that this was necessary, that this needed to happen. As cruel as it seemed if wukong was going to survive here he needed to break. He needed to toughen up, he needed to become a hollow shell of himself. It's the only way he'd manage.

So he let him fall apart. Watched as wukong fell into a pit of despair. He couldn't help find it a tad pathetic, all this fuss over a damn dog. He'd told wukong how stupid it was to be upset over something so small, but that hadn't gotten him a reply.

He'd even made a joke that the reason wukong was so upset about it was because it was like killing his own kind. And that hadn't gotten him a reply either. Not even a chuckle.

He let it go on, quietly expecting wukong to eventually snap out of it, get his shit together and go back to some kind of normal. But he didn't, he just kept moping around. Kept hating himself, kept decaying.

And after a long enough time he started to get impatient. They didn't speak to each other, didn't interact, didn't even have sex anymore. And it was driving macaque a little mad.

So finally one night, he decided he'd do something about it. In the only way he knew how.

 

Wukong had been sitting out on the balcony with a bottle of beer and a pack of cigarettes for just about the entire evening. Macaque had spent most of the afternoon on the couch, casually watching tv and pretending he wasn't thinking about Wukong's situation. Until finally he gave up pretending and decided to do something about it after so long.

He let out a tired groan, picking up the last of his beer and chugging down the rest of it, then placing the empty bottle down and standing up with an irritated glare.

Without a word he made his way to the balcony, opening the door and stepping outside to find wukong sat there, slumped up against the glass with an emotionless expression on his face.

"When the hell are you gonna snap out of it?"

Wukong glanced up briefly, seeing macaque glaring down at him.

"... Piss off"

He snapped back, lifting his bottle up to take another swing of his drink. Macaque grit his teeth, snarling slightly. Seems he's picked up an attitude since that incident too.

"Oh cut the shit wukong. The moody brat routine doesn't suit you"

Wukong scoffed, turning away with an irritated stare. He definitely wasn't happy with macaque, and no one could really blame him for that. Still macaque wasn't known for his understanding or sympathy. So he growls down at the ginger, eyes narrowing angrily.

"Look I get you miss your mutt friend but for fuck sake it was a just a stupid dog. When are you gonna get over it?"

Wukong flinches at that, glaring up at macaque with clear disgust at his words. He grits his teeth a little, a soft snarl just under his breath. Glaring up at him.

"Oh go fuck yourself macaque. You clearly don't care so why are you here?"

Macaques eyes narrow for a moment, he growls back at him, tail flicking behind him irritably.

"What, you just pissy I havnt fucked you in a couple of weeks. Is that was this is?"

Macaque seems to stiffen a little at that. He brings his arms up to cross them over his chest, glancing to the side and giving a brief shrug, not entirely disagreeing with the claim.

This all but infuriates wukong, a much louder direct growl rumbling it's way out of his throat.

"Oh you are just- PRICELESS. just go away already"

He can barely think of a reply, completely outraged with his audacity. Macaque pauses, glaring down at him for a moment annoyed. He's starting to get real sick of this new attitude.

"You are a real pain in the ass you know that?"

Wukong scoffs, picking up his drink and taking a swig.

"Why do you care?"

Macaque stiffens at that. Tail flicking behind him. He glared harshly at him, gritting his teeth slightly as his arms lower back to his sides.

"I don't"

Wukong rolls his eyes at that.

"Then leave me alone"

He snaps back, voice laced with hatred. Macaque snarls, seething with rage. His tail trashes behind him, barely containing that built up anger. Untill finally he lets out a angered huff, and begins storming back inside.

"Jump off the fucking balcony for all I care"

With that he storms back inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

He stomps back inside seething at the audacity of that ape. Who does he think he is? When did he decide he was gonna be such a narcky little shit. He'd never spoken up like that before, and what, all because he shot some random dog he barely knew?

Macaque scoffed to himself, rushing towards the fridge, smoke almost coming out of his ears. He could harshly believe he was actually considering talking to him. What an idiot.

He reached in and pulled out a fresh bottle of whisky, cracking it open and quickly beginning to gulp down mouthful after mouthful, then releasing it with a sigh.

"Well he can fuck right off if he wants to be like that"

 

A few hours passed, wukong stayed out on the balcony, long since finishing his drink but refusing to go back inside. Macaque had been nursing that same bottle of whisky until it was just about empty, winding up decently tipsy by then. He'd spent the majority of that time rage thinking about wukong, seething over their little argument and debating whether or not to kick his ass.

But after enough alcohol, and enough thinking his rage began to die down. His anger soothed over and made room for a different more calm feeling. Something he rarely let himself feel.

And that feeling led to him trying again, despite all odds. He ended up grabbing a fresh bottle, taking a small swig before heading back over to the balcony with an odd calmness to him this time.

He stepped outside, closing the sliding door behind him and glanced down at wukong again, who didn't bother looking up at him.

"What do you want now"

Wukong's voice was sharp and unfriendly. Just like before. He clearly wasn't in the mood for macaque right now, but macaque didn't have much of a place to care. He just stood there for a moment, one hand in his pocket the other holding that bottle. He paused for a moment, just thinking everything over, trying to debate if he'd do this or not. Then sighed.

He stepped a little closer till he was next to wukong, then slid down the balcony fence and sat down beside him, facing the glass instead of the banister. He took another swing of his drink, then placed it down between them. Wukong glanced at it briefly, then back up, eyebrow raised.

Macaque didn't spare him a glance, just reached into his pocket and pulled out that same switchblade, the one that looked like it would fall apart at any minute.

Wukong glanced down at it, a slight nervousness creeping in. But macaque didn't move, just stared at the knife in his hand, clicking it so the blade flipped out of the handle. He turned it over for a moment, looking at the blades metal with this distant look in his eyes. Then finally spoke.

"I was twelve when I killed someone for the first time"

Wukong flinched, eyes suddenly going wide. He stared at macaque shocked, waiting for some kind of punchline or joke. But he didn't, just stared at his knife for a moment longer.

"Slit some old guys throat open and stabbed his face with this knife. Nothing to do with the mafia or anything, this was before any of that... I still think about it every now and then"

Macaque paused for a moment, holding the blade up, gripping it the same way he would if he were in a fight. Wukong sat in complete silence, this chilling horror overtaking him as he listened, suddenly very interested in what macaque had to say.

"Id tried to steal the guy's wallet, so he chased me down and put this knife to my throat, threatening to kill me. I don't know what happened but I sorta... Lost it. Panicked I guess. And before I knew it I was sitting on-top of his corpse, stained in his blood, this knife gripped in my little hand"

He explained slowly, his voice calm and even despite what he was saying. His expression neutral, uncaring. Like he was describing the weather. He shrugged, using his three fingers to tuck the blade back into the handle, lowering his hand back down to his pocket.

"I was pretty mortified back then. Didn't stop crying for days. I don't know why I kept the knife, guess I felt attached to it somehow. After that I was never really the same"

Macaque stared off into the glance, eyes glazed over like was staring at something distant. Wukong sat there quietly beside him. Waiting to see if he'd continue. But he didn't. Didn't say a word in fact. Just sat there with this unsettling silence between them.

"... Why tell me this?"

Wukong asked, tone suddenly far more polite than it had been. Voice almost a little shaky, like he couldn't believe what he's just heard. He wouldn't have if he didn't know who this was.

Macaque glanced at him briefly, pausing for a few more seconds. Then sighing.

"Wukong. I get your upset about the mutt. But you need to understand you cant carry on like this. You needed to learn that lesson, even if it's shit. Because it is shit, I know it's shit, everything in the mafia is shit. But if you wanna survive then suck it up"

Wukong stayed silent for a moment, letting those words sink in.

"You didn't like the dog thing. But tell me, would you have preferred my version instead?"

That made him flinch, tail flicking anxiously at the thought. He paused for a while longer, processing. He glanced at macaque, the monster, the horrible person that had put him through all of this. And for the first time since it happened he saw him as something other than a monster, just barely.

He hated him. Hated the things he did and what he put wukong through. But that story made him pause, made him reconsider for just a moment. That despite how horrible he was, he could still relate to how wukong was feeling, actually that hed probably felt a thousand times worse at some point in his life. That thought made his own anger die down a little.

Macaque wasn't just some random asshole, he was a man that had clearly been through far far too much. He was a damaged person, someone that was covered head to toe in horrible scars and traumas no one could even imagine. Wukong couldn't be sure, but he felt like that story was just the tip of the iceberg. And that made him feel sympathetic in a way.

It made him understand a little. That how he felt right now, he devistated he was over that dog. Macaque had felt far far worse. In his eyes watching Wukong's melt down was like child's play. And that helped to explain a lot of his cold unsympathetic behaviour. Because in his eyes this really was pathetic.

As angry and hurt as he was about what had happened, he still felt sympathetic, in a sick way. Maybe that's just how he is, how he's always been. Just like a dog, no matter how many times you hurt him he'll always come running back to you like a loyal puppy begging for affection...

He sighed, tilting his head back and looking up at the stars. It must have almost been midnight by then, the moon was full and the stars were twinkling above. It felt so odd seeing such a beautiful sight while he felt like this.

Finally he turned back to macaque, still with that cold expression, still with plenty of anger and resentment towards him. But a small appreciation for the effort macaque had put in. It's one of the very few times macaque has actually tried talking instead of hitting. Granted it was... Terrible at best, and totally just because he was drunk and was moody about the sex thing. But still, wukong was gonna have to take what he got.

He hummed, glancing down at the bottle of whisky, then back up.

"Wanna share a drink?"

Macaque raised a brow, glancing down at it then back up.

"You're not still moody with me?"

He asked slightly condescendingly. Wukong just shrugged, leaning further back into the glass.

"I am. But I guess I'm willing to be civil. If I have to"

He was still angry. And hurt. But he understood sitting around and moping wasn't gonna get him anywhere, and he was used to being mad at macaque anyway. He'd always hated him, and nothing was going to change that.

Macaque paused, then just shrugged, reaching down for the bottle and holding it up to wukong as an offering.

"Still don't like you"

Wukong snickered, taking the bottle from his hands.

"Likewise"

Notes:

Wasn't totally sure about this chapter but I think It came out alright :)

This isn't the end of it completely. Next chapters gonna let wukong get back at macaque a little, in a weird way.

Then I've got some other crap planned for em. So this situation isn't completely over yet, plenty more misery awaits hehe

Chapter 20

Summary:

Warning: mild blood and violence. Not that bad though

The two sat in silence as they shared that whisky. Quietly passing it between themselves and taking large swigs till it was gone. Wukong brought his cigarettes out, what was left of them and shared a few with macaque while they drank. Untill those dried up as well.

They were decently buzzed by then. It was gone midnight. And neither had spoken for a good hour. Just sitting with their thoughts, not sure of what to say to one another.

Macaque didn't know what to think. He wasn't even really sure why he'd told wukong that story. It's not like he cared much for it anymore, it seemed like such a distant memory and after everything he's been through its far from the worst of his memories. But it still feels significant. It's a story he doesn't often tell, actually he's not sure he's ever said it out loud to anyone. No one except...

"... You know.. I havnt forgiven you"

Macaque perks up, glancing over to see wukong gazing off into the distance.

"I'm still mad about it... Even if you think it was necessary"

Macaque paused for a moment. He'd figured at much, it wasn't gonna take a couple drink and some shitty story from his childhood to just gloss over what happened. Even if he wanted it to. So he thought for a moment. He thought about how he felt right now, how he guessed wukong felt, and came up with a solution.

"... You wanna punch me?"

Wukong snapped his head at macaque, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Huh?"

"Do you wanna punch me. Like, get me back or some shit"

Wukong hesitates for a moment, staring at him deeply confused.

"Your... Gonna let me punch you.. to get back at you?"

Macaque hums in agreement. Wukong pauses for a while longer, this extremely judgmental expression on his face. Macaque waits for a while, then sighs impatiently.

"I'm drunk alright? This is the only time you ever getting a chance like this so take it or leave it"

Wukong pauses again. There both decently waisted, to the point he wasn't actually sure he'd be able to stand up, let alone throw a punch.

"I mean... If you'll let me.. I guess."

He answers unsure. He's never really punch someone, not like this at least. A small part of him expects it'll make him feel better, that it might help in some way after all the shit macaque has done.

Macaque slowly begins lifting himself up, stumbling to his feet while gripping the railing for support.

"Cool"

Wukong nods timidly, slowly wobbling to his feet, almost stumbling over half way but managing to catch himself. Macaque stands there, leaning against the railing and looking at wukong expectingly.

"Whenever you're ready"

Wukong looks at him for a moment, trying to decide if he's really about to do this, if macaque is actually going to let him do this. And after a brief hesitation he decides to take his best shot while he can. He raises his right arm up, holds it back, and with as much force as he can manage like this he rams it down into macaques face, clocking him right in the nose.

Macaque let's put a pained yell, sinking down the railing slightly as both ahdns rush up to hold his face in pain, eyes screwed shut in clear discomfort.

Wukong stands there, bringing his arm back and watches macaque stand there, groaning and cussing from the injury. He waits for a moment, like he's expecting something. Like he's expecting some kind of satisfaction or relief, a good feeling like he'd done what he needed to and could feel better.

But a feeling like that never comes. Infact it's the opposite. This sudden panic sets in, watching macaque stand there in pain.

His hand hurts from the contact, and he feels shit afterwards. He doesn't feel good about it, not even a little. He feels worse, he feels bad and somewhat guilty. He didn't enjoy it at all.

Blood begins rushing down macaques nose, which looks crooked. He gritting his teeth, cussing from blood and trying to get it under control, and without thinking wukong rushes over to him.

"I- are you ok? I didn't mean to- shit let me grab some tissues"

He starts rushing inside, not giving macaque a chance to answer as he goes in and grabs as much toilet paper as he can from the bathroom, then comes back with a handful of it and passes it to macaque.

"Try and hold your nice closed if it's doesn't hurt it'll stop the bleeding, do you need an ice pack? God that looks bad-"

"Wukong"

He flinches, looking up at macaque. Macaque is staring back at him, with this confused, almost disturbed expression on his face.

Wukong looks at him, then looks down at the tissues and the way he's holding macaque. It dawns on him, and slowly he takes a step back, feeling confused.

Why did he help? Why did he suddenly have an urge to rush over and try to fix it, try to make him better. Why was he so concerned. He was the one that punched him, wasn't he supposed to feel good about this.

Then something's else dawns on him, eyebrows furrowing.

who feels good about hurting someone? Why would I feel good about that?

It's this realisation that what he was doing was borderline stupid. For a moment he'd genuinely thought punching a guy in the face would make him feel better, when has that ever made him feel better. He's never wanted to hurt anyone, isn't that the whole point?

He's not that guy, he's trying not to he that guy. Of course he feels like shit now, he just clocked a guy in the face. A guy that was actually being kind of nice to him for once, in what world would he feels good about that.

He stares back at macaque, who is looking at him almost mortified. There's this long pause, like neither knows what to do. Then wukong silently steps back, raising his hands up to continuing helping.

"Don't worry about it. Let's just focus on you right now. Ok?"

His voice comes out gentle. There's that small genuine smile on his face as he stared at macaque with an odd fondness he hasn't had for a while.

Macaque just stands there, completely lost to what it happening.

"What- wukong the hell are you doing? Didn't you want to hit me?"

He asked, raising his arms to try and put some distance between them, some kind of defense against... God he doesn't even know.

Wukong pauses for a moment, he allows the question to sink in, rolling around his head untill it picks up an answer.

"I uhh, thought I did... But then I just felt bad. Then I realised how stupid it was"

He answers, rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward smile. His tail is swaying calmly behind him, a hint of happiness in its movement. And now macaques even more confused.

"What the fuck is going on-"

He's genuinely lost for what to do here. Like this is the most alien situation he's ever been in in his entire life. Like he can't even begin to wrap his head around what wukong is thinking or feeling.

But wukong seems to sense his confusing and slight stress. So he sighs, and tries to explain.

"Well... I don't like hurting people. Never have. I forgot that for a moment. Then after I hit you i remembered again, I guess"

He said, shrugging awkwardly.

Macaque listened and stared, not any less tense than he had been moments ago. He just stood there, holding his still bleeding nose while staring at wukong like he had grown two heads. Wukong stared back, starting to feel a tad confused himself at macaques strong reaction to this.

"... Your fucking nuts"

Macaque spat out, suddenly shoving wukong out the way and storming back inside. Wukong stumbled a bit, still dizzy from the alcohol. He steadies himself on the railing and turned to look at the open glass door, quickly becoming confused.

Inside macaque ran to the bathroom to start taking care of his bloodied nose, seeming pissed off for some reason. And wukong just stood on the balcony trying to process what was happening.

"... I'm never gonna understand that guy"

Inevitably he gave up on understanding it, because he'd learnt by now that macaque was a strange creature, and that there was no point trying to understand his insanity.

Wukong turned to face the city, looking out at the distant black on night. He stood and thought about it, the punch. He flexed his hand a little, still felt sore.

Despite everything he couldn't help smile a little. Tail swaying behind him. It was nice, seeing that side of himself. Remembering he wasn't the killer he'd felt guilty about being for weeks. That at his core he just couldn't help but care, even if he cared for the wrong people.

Like a loyal dog running back to its owner. Ironic. He sighed, glancing up at the stars. It wasn't much, wasn't even that good to be fair. But it was something. A light the mafia hadn't snuffed out just yet. That he could hang onto, even for just a little bit.

 

"What the fuck is wrong with that guy?"

Macaque stood in the bathroom, head hanging over the sink as blood poured down the drain.

"He just- who does that!?"

His hands gripped the porcelain, teeth gritting tightly, tail flicking behind him agitated.

He watched the blood rush down, turning the tap on so the water would wash it away. His mind was racing, replaying what just happened again and again.

He kept thinking back to Wukong's face, that smile, the almost happy tone he used. He thought to how he'd practically rushed to his side the moment he'd bled, trying to help, trying to comfort. Getting him fucking tissues for god sake.

It didn't make sense, why would he do that? How did he benefit from anything like that. Why didn't he just laugh, or mock or insult or- literally anything besides helping.

It was so strange, so alien. Macaque tried to understand but he wasn't capable of it. Because it's not something he had the knowledge to understand. It's a concept that has never made its way into his life before. It's something he feels isn't possible. And that terrifies him.

Macaque bit his lip, eyes sharp as he stared down at the blood trickles, slowly growing smaller and smaller. That smile played on loop in his head, like a broken record, and every time it did he felt chills.

He turns the tap off, stumbling back untill he hit the wall, and slid down to the floor. He sat with his knees up, staring at nothing as he tried to wrap his head around something so foreign to him.

But after a while he just gave up. He couldn't understand it even if he tried. His body relaxed as he sat there, blood still smeared on his face and hands. Beginning to calm down.

He could hear wukong stepping back inside from the balcony, most likely heading back to the couch to go to sleep.

He leaned his head back, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. Then let out a tired sigh.

"... I'm never gonna understand that guy"

Notes:

This chapter was difficult-

I originally planned this so be a smut chapter. Like wukong getting back at macaque with sex or something. But when I started writing it, I hated it. It felt wrong and just out of character and wasn't really what I was going for. I tried to rewrite it a few times in different ways but just hated it. So in the end I scrapped the entire idea.

I still wanted wukong to get back at him, but wasn't sure how. Ended up abandoning it for an entire day and just kept thinking about what this chapter could be about, and finally came up with this.

I'm happy with it. Could definitely be better but it works well for the character development I want and it helps support some later plot I have planned. So enjoy.

Chapter 21

Summary:

Wukong has a very eye opening meeting with the boss

Something's shifted.

It's subtle. It's small, it's hardly noticeable. But it's there, a small change, a quiet alteration between them.

It's something you can't see, it's something in the air, something you feel inside your skin, something you can just tell by being around the other.

Wukong didn't understand it. Didn't know what happened. There was an odd distance now. Not like they were close to begin with, but it felt even worse now. It felt like a thick wall was between them.

Macaque had gotten even colder, barely sparing wukong a word or a glance. His disciplines were just as harsh as they had been, but with fewer words. He barely insulted or cussed him out anymore. It's not like wukong wanted him to, but it felt really weird for him to just stop all of a sudden.

That night was a blur, they were both waisted on alcohol. He remembered punching him, and remembered trying to help afterwards, bit it was fuzzy. He didn't quite know what was said or why macaque had stormed off afterwards. But whatever happened it had changed something between them, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

He debated talking about it. But macaque wasn't exactly a talk about it kind of guy. And if he's being honest he's not in the mood to try and reconcile something he isn't even sure about, especially with someone he doesn't even like that much. So he left it be.

He had his own troubles to worry about. Infact he'd been struggling with something for a while now. Something he had been considering since that first conversation with macaque about what he should do.

He'd been against the idea, but after everything that's happened recently, he finally began to accept how things were.

He wasn't getting out of here. He wasn't gonna be able to leave this place and continue his normal life, not now. Sooner or later he was gonna cross that line that would completely ruin any chance at a normal life, if he hadn't crossed that line already. Even if he managed to get out, he's done enough that the police would be on him instantly. Sure he could pay them off, but he wasn't sure he wanted to.

So he was finally giving in.

 

"Hey uhh... Heading out to the boss now"

Wukong said softly, turning to macaque who was stood in the kitchen, making himself something to eat for lunch.

Earlier that day wukong had gotten an email informing him to go and see the boss to discuss something. Wukong has settled a lot more now so macaque wasn't forced to chaperone him as much, meaning he was free to see the boss on his own. Even if he didn't really want to.

He'd told macaque about it and hadn't gotten much of a reply, and he didn't get one now. Macaque just shrugged and carried on with his food, not even sparing a glance up at him.

Wukong just sighed, heading to the door and leaving quietly to see the boss. A limo was waiting outside for him, already sent by the boss. He quietly stepped inside and let the limo drive him away in silence, gazing out the window with this anxious expression.

 

"Ah, wukong. Right on time. Please come sit"

The boss speaks up, a wide smile on his face as wukong steps into his office. Wukong looks at him nervously, he glances up to the two well dressed men standing behind, either side of him with their hands behind their backs. then gives a small nod and walks over, taking a seat across from him.

"Umm... So what's this all about.. boss?"

The man looks at him calmly, that terrifying kind of calm. The kind that has you on edge the second you step in the room.

"It's come to my attention you wish to sell your house. I was wondering if there was any reason for that?"

Wukong tensed up instantly. Ah. So that's what this was about.

Yeah, he's decided to sell his house. He didn't see a reason to keep it anymore. At first he hoped he could get out of here and return some day, but it was pretty clear that wasn't gonna happen. And after everything that was happening he finally decided to give up and just sell the place.

It wasn't that bad, he hadn't been all that attached to the place. He was fond of it for being his own first home, but he didn't have any sentimental attachments. He'd only really gotten the place for the garage. It was perfect for his car hobby... But that seems so pointless now.

"Yeah.. I guess I realised there wasn't much point keeping it, since you provide a place to live... Besides it's be nice to have some extra cash"

He felt sad about it, like he was giving up. But he didn't see a benefit from holding on. Besides, there were plenty of benefits.

Currently a good chunk of his money was going towards keeping the place going, bills and such. And although it had gotten cheap with no one living there, he still had at least a few hundred a month going down the drain for a place he didn't even see anymore.

So selling it was the most logical thing to do. Plus, he'd get a decent amount of money out of it for personal spending, which was what he needed if he was focusing more on enjoying himself then anything else.

Or he could put it towards his debt, altho it wouldn't pay it off obviously, it would help his weekly payments go down. The smaller his debt got the less he would have to pay the boss every week for his debt, which would mean even more personal spending he could keep. Either way it was a win win.

The boss just smiled at him, letting out a small hum. He pulls away slightly and reached down into his draw, pulling out a small file.

"Well, that's fine. But I just wanted to make sure you understood that per your contract, I'll be taking about 50% of the profit made from your houses sale to go towards the money you owe me"

He said, sliding the paper across and pointing towards a small print on one of the pages.

Wukong felt his body stiffen up instantly, glancing down at the page confused. That can't be right, that doesn't make any sense? What kind of contract would contain that, that couldn't be legal-

Oh. Right. This was a mafia, nothing about it was legal.

He glances down at the page and right there it said it. A very vague note about having the right to any large some of money wukong came into for any reason, all to go towards his debt. Something to do with making sure he was being responsible and helping to get his debt taken care of. A load of crap basically.

Wukong wasn't even sure it was there the first time when he signed, or if he's just added it for the sake of taking his money. But either way he didn't care, it wouldn't matter if he did.

He glanced up and was suddenly far too aware of the guns hanging from both men's belts, their hands just a little too close for comfort. Suddenly they made sense.

He looked to the boss and was hit with that same smile, a confident smile, a smile that said "what are you gonna do about it".

The answer? Nothing. Because he couldn't do anything. He couldn't stop it, he couldn't take anything form it. He had no control here, so he just sighed.

"Of course sir... That's fine"

Almost instantly he could feel both men relax, hands lowering back to their respected spots. The boss seemed to relax as well, this almost disgusting smugness to him. Wukong was starting to feel concerned with how normal it felt to be this helpless.

"Very good. I'm glad we got that cleared up. That was all I wanted to discuss with you, you can be on your way... Unless there's any questions"

Wukong pauses for a moment. He doesn't have any questions, not about this anyway. He debates just getting up and leaving.

But he can't help think of this one thing that's been clawing at the back of his head since he joined. Something he's been too scared to ask about till now, but having gotten a little more use to things, he can't help but asking finally.

"This is gonna sound pretty random, but I was wondering. Is there any reason for the limos?"

The boss flinches. Eyes widening for just a second. Then he's instantly composed again, continuing to plaster that casual smile. That had certainly thrown him off.

"Well, it's for appearances mostly. I like to have my employees arriving to their jobs with the right kind of image. It helps people take us seriously, instead of showing up to a job in some crappy half working truck or whatever else people drive"

Wukong paused, that made sense. He'd already guess that, but that wasn't exactly what he was talking about.

"And it's also to help people get to the correct locations. We operate all over the place, I'd hate for people to get lost or show up late. So it's just easier if I take care of the travel, keeps things orderly"

Wukong nodded. Still wasn't what he was talking about. But that also made sense.

"And finally, it's for those who can't drive for whatever reason. Sometimes people aren't able to drive in their spare time, so I allow them to use the limos as a way of transport even outside of jobs, as a sort of bonus. There can be a variety of reasons for this, possible injuries that prevent driving or licences being revoked... Or like macaque, some never learn to drive in the first place"

That had him perking up. Wukongs eyes shot open at the man, trying to process what he's just said.

Macaque never learnt to drive? How come. He didn't have any reason not to, not that wukong was aware off. Did he just not want to, or was there something wrong that prevented him.

Wait.

"Hang on, so, are we allowed to drive our own cars outside of jobs? Like the limos are if you need them and aren't mandatory?"

The bosses eyes widened for a moment. But then a moment later he began laughing, slumping in his chair lately and looking at wukong with a stare that could only be described as amused.

"Oh, macaque truly hasn't told you a thing has he? No or course you don't have to. The limos are for jobs, but your entitled to your own vehicle for personal use. I have no reason to prohibit that"

Wukong sat there silently for a moment, everything clicking into place all of a sudden. Macaque didn't know how to drive, so he always had the limos take him everywhere. That's why they'd been using them all the time, it had nothing to do with the mafia is was just macaque. Which meant wukong was entitled to his own car this entire time.

That felt strangely eye opening. And helped answer his initial questions.

"Well... That helps explain a few things... Thanks for the clarification"

Wukong felt a tad embarrassed for asking. It felt sort of stupid to have thought that. And felt worse at the condescending laughter the boss gave, like he was laughing at a toddler or something.

"Oh it's fine. Would that be all then?"

Wukong nodded slowly. He was beginning to realise every time he spoke to this guy he felt like he's shrunk three sizes with how mocking the man was.

The boss nodded and sent wukong to leave, which he was all to happy to do. But just as he's reached the door to open it, the boss spoke up again.

"Oh and I just wanted to let you know I heard about macaques little lesson for you"

Wukongs entire body froze. His fur bristled instantly and he felt his face drain if colour. He knew what he was talking about instantly, and it was the last thing he wanted to be thinking about.

"I know taking a life is hard, especially of someone so young. But I wanted to make sure you understood macaque was simply trying to help you. It's his job to train you for this job Afterall. And although killing a child is maybe a harsh lesson, at least now you understand what this job expects from you"

Wukong felt his entire body go cold. His eyes widened with pure horror, every muscle in his body tensing. He felt his hands begin to tremble, mind suddenly racing frantically.

What? What was he talking about? What child? He didn't kill a kid, it was just a dog-

....

Wukong slowly turned his head, expression grim as he faced the boss, staring at him as if he where the most terrifying thing he'd ever seen. The boss just smiled back at him, raising an eyebrow with that same mocking amusement.

What was he talking about.

"... Yeah... I understand"

His voice was shaking, he was using every bit of control he had to keep it together. The man didn't seem phased. Like this was a normal reaction, which it was. This was exactly how someone would react to being forced to remember such a tragedy, that was probably the reason he'd asked. But that's not why he was acting like this, that wasn't it at all.

"Thanks... I'll be on my way"

His voice was a little steadier. Finally turning back and opening the door, stepping outside with an uncomfortable stiffness to his movements. The boss just grinned, far too happy to be seeing someone in such discomfort.

"Take care"

 

Wukong felt like he was gonna be sick. He sat in the back of that limo, completely spiralling from what he'd just heard.

He was bent over, arm on his knees with his head resting against his hand, fingers combing through his hair. He looked pale. His face looked utterly mortified and panicked and confused all at the same time.

He didn't get it. What has the boss been talking about, what kid.

"I-i didn't- there was never a kid??? It was just a dog. What was he talking about"

His tail was flicking frantically behind him, a clear sign of the stress and anxiety he was under.

"Did macaque tell him i- but why?? Why would he lie and say it was a kid. Why does that matter"

He grit his teeth. His mind kept racing for an answer, trying to understand what he meant. Or what this implied. And after a moment his face froze. His tail stopped it's flicks, he quickly sat up, eyes widening at a sudden realisation.

"Was I... Was it supposed to be a kid?"

His voice was quiet, shaky. His eyes widened further, this dawning realisation hitting him like a truck.

"Did the boss expect it to be a kid... Does that mean macaque.."

He went quiet, thoughts racing passed him as he slowly out the pieces together.

Macaque hadn't planned that, macaque had put that lesson together himself. He'd been ordered to. He'd been given instruction to make wukong shoot some kid because he kept fucking up his missions.

Wukongs fist tightened at his side, this subtle rage beginning to boil in his chest.

His boss, that man. wanted him to kill a kid. All because he hesitated to shoot someone at some job. How twisted and fucked up do you have to be to plan something like that. How could he just set something like that up without a second thought, and smile about it for fuck sake. What kind of sadistic monster is he.

Wukong wanted to scream, he wanted to punch his hand through the window and shout at the top of his lungs. To storm back into that office and punch that guy right across his sick face.

And just as he almost considered doing it, another thought crossed his mind.

"... Why didn't he do it?"

The boss thought he'd been made to shoot a child. But he hadn't. It had just been a puppy. And as fucked up at that still was, it was far less cruel them what he'd intended. So why? Why didn't macaque go through with the original plan, and why lie and say he did.

Wukong suddenly felt his limbs loosen up. That hot rage beginning to simmer down as something else dawned on him. Something new, something that changed his entire perspective on things.

Macaque. The guy that had made his life hell for months, the guy that treated him like dirt and enjoyed watching him suffer. The cold hearted prick he hated, had gone out of his way to try and help wukong. To try and lesson the penalty, to go easy on him. To stop him from hurting a child.

Wukong's eyes softened, staring at the floor of the limo with this complex expression. A gentle expression.

Macaque wasn't being cruel that day. He wasn't forcing wukong to shoot a puppy in some horrible attempt to break him. He was trying to save him the burden of what could have happened, without ever telling him. He showing mercy, in a weird way... He was showing compassion.

Wukong leaned back, slumping against the seat.

His chest felt tight, his head hurts from thinking to much. He felt a little overwhelmed, too many feelings coming to him at once. Too many to process. A mixture of fear and anger towards the boss, at what could have happened, at what he could have been forced to do. A feeling of relief at what did happen. But also a pang of guilt towards macaques. He'd been horrible to him afterwards, rude, cold and generally unpleasant. He'd felt so angry and hateful toward him for making him do that. But now he understood the truth of it, he realised the situation macaque had been on. And just felt bad.

He could only imagine the pressure macaque must have been under. And keeping something like that hidden from a man like that, he didn't even want to think about the repercussions if Xiangliu found out the truth.

It also made him see macaque in a completely new light. See him as a totally different person. There was this horrible sickening guilt at how horribly he'd viewed macaque. Seeing him as some horrible sick animal, some twisted monster. Yet he'd gone out of his way, risking himself to make sure wukong wasn't forced to hurt a child. Even if it wasn't for Wukong's sake specifically, it was still such a noble thing to do. It completely defied everything he'd ever thought about macaque untill now.

He felt his mind spinning. His entire world view completely flipping upside down all over again. It was like finding out Santa isn't real, expect it's finding out your sadistic asshole roommate isn't actually a total asshole.

He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to think. He felt so conflicted and confused. God he wanted to cry.

But above all else there was this intense gratitude. This gratefulness to macaque for going out of his way to do something like this, and not even tell him. Taking all the fault for it anyway. How had he gone so long without realising Macaque had this side to him? He felt like he didn't know a thing about it, despite living with him for so long.

There was a pause. He stared out the window for a moment, trying to think of some kind of answer. And after a moment he came to a decision. It was small, it was stupid, but it was the least he could do.

 

"I'm back"

Wukong stepped inside, closing the door behind him and walking over to the kitchen isle, placing a brown bag on the side.

Macaque was sat on the couch quietly, playing around on his phone with an empty plate sat in the table Infront of him. He didn't glance up, didn't acknowledge him. Just sat there quietly. Wukong didn't say much, just stood at the table and pulled a bottle of expensive whine out of the bag.

He used a corkscrew to open the bottle, then lifted it up to his mouth and took a small sip. A second later he was placing the bottle down and letting out an exaggerated gag, spitting it out with a disgusted expression. Macaque perked up a little, turning to peak over at what he was doing. Wukong groaned, holding the bottle with this annoyed look on his face.

"Aye you want this? I don't like it"

He asked, turning to face macaque. Macaque raised an eyebrow, switching his phone off and finally facing wukong properly.

"If you don't like it why buy it"

He asked coldly, this irritated tone to his voice. Wukong shrugged, placing the bottle back down on the table and beginning to plug the cork back in.

"I wanted to try something new, thought it would be nice but it's not really my thing. You can toss it if you don't want it"

Wukong said, slowly walking over to the couch with the bottle still on the table. Macaque stayed quiet for a few seconds, then scoffed with an almost angry look.

"Rich fuck"

He stood up and walked over to the table, clearly angry with Wukong's wastefulness. But he didn't mind, he just sat down quietly and waited to see what would happen, trying to act casual despite paying too much attention to the other.

Macaque grabbed the bottle and ripped the cork back out with his claw, lifting it up and taking a decent swing of the drink before lowering it again. There was a long pause as he took in the taste, swallowing the liquid and taking a moment to stare at the bottle. Then a second later bringing it back to his lips, this time beginning to down it generously.

Wukong watched, and couldn't help the little coi smile that creeped up his lips. As upset as macaque might be about his wasteful spending, wukong didn't care, because is macaque liked it he didn't consider it wasteful.

Macaque flinched, suddenly picking up this faint thumping sound coming from the background. He turned his head confused, only to find wukong picking up the remote and beginning to switch the tv on, the sound stopping within an instant. He paused for a moment, waiting to see if it would come back. And when it didn't he just shrugged, reaching up to grab a glass for his new drink.

Wukong watched whatever came on, relived macaque hadn't noticed his foot stepping in his own tail, preventing anymore movement.

Notes:

Hehehehe things are finally happening :D

This chapter might be a little rushed. But I think it's still pretty good

Chapter 22

Summary:

Ok. I am not good at the whole, action drama, big cool mafia mission job type shit. I can do the small stuff easy enough, but I don't got enough knowledge to really know what I'm talking about beyond that.

Sooooo the start of this is gonna sound like crap. But it gets the job done. So shut up.

Warning: blood and severe injuries

Things are starting to happen in the snake clan.

People are gathering, members are taking more time then usual to practice their fighting skills, aiming their guns. Jobs are slowing down to give people time to prepare, and every important member is gathering the bosses large meeting room, hours and hours of discussions and planning taking place over night.

Xiangliu seems to have found something. Something big, and he is gathering everyone he can to participate in taking it.

He's called in allies, spent fortunes on preparing weapons and preparations. He's going to every length he can to ensure this next job succeeded without a shadow of a doubt.

He's planning to infiltrate and take over every celestial estate. Giving him far far more control and influence over everything in this city and its people.

The celestials own a great deal of the city and its money. Their a humble species, often keeping to themselves rather then mingling with others. There's nothing to special about them on their own, there just another species same as monkey and demons and elves. It's the way they act that changes things.

They often huddle together, large areas of places that are cut off from the rest of the area and exclusively house them. It's not like other species can't go there, they just tend to avoid it because celestials can be unpleasant to what they consider outsiders.

Their a snobby group, or that's what most seem to think. And they don't seem interested in changing that opinion.

That's not why Xianglius interested in them though. He couldn't care less about another race. No, what he's interested in is the few control points they seem to hold.

Celestials own a great deal of the city of you'd believe it. They have control over a lot of businesses, police, and hold great influence in government and politics.

There is one spot in particular that holds the most power. A large group in the middle of the city. It's almost like a mafia of its own but far far more legal, their a group of celestials that hold the most influence out of them all. And it's Xianglius intention to take it for himself.

He's been planning this for years. A small project he's quietly worked on in the background untill it was finally time to act. And now he had all he needed to do it.

That all sounds pretty crazy doesn't it. Almost like the writer has no idea what their talking about and just spouted some shit for the sake of plot. But for the sake of not rewriting this chapter for the fourth time just fucking go with it.

Because as crazy as it sounds to you, imagine just how nuts that was to the rookie mafia member who hadn't even killed anyone yet.

Wukong sat at that table, trying to keep a straight face while he completely lost it on the inside. He felt like he was apert of some terrorist organisation, or some villain mastermind planning to take over the world. He kept looking around half expecting someone else to look as shocked as he felt, but everyone just nodded and smiled, giving ideas and helping towards the plan.

The boss gave out roles and went into detail about what everyone would have to do. And worse of all, macaque was going to be the centre of it. Which meant wukong would have to be there with him, also the centre of it. Great.

Macaques job was to go in towards the end of the attack, go to the top floor to find a safe that apparently had every document containing their ownership to every business and property they owned. If the boss got his hands on it he'd had full access and legal rights to everything they owned, which would give him control over all of it. So it was fairly important if he wanted this to work.

But it was insanely hard to get to, heavily guarded and they weren't even sure where it could be. So macaque was going to have to search for it, getting through whatever obstacle he came to. And wukong was going to be with him the whole time.

Wukong's job was basically a body guard. He'd be there to help protect and defend macaque, making sure nothing went wrong. Which was far from the worst job given, but it didn't make him any less terrified.

How was he supposed to be the one protecting macaque. He could barely take care of himself, he didn't know what he was doing. He was terrified.

But if course he couldn't say that, infact he didn't say a damn word the entire meeting. He sat quietly and listened, trying his best not to freak out.

It felt like hours before they could finally leave, and wukong hadn't felt more relived in his life to practically rush out of that room.

Apparently it was happening the next day, which didn't make him feel any better. It felt like hardly any time at all. But again he didn't really have a choice in the matter.

 

Eventually him and macaque were able to leave and go home, waiting outside the building for their limo to arrive. Which unfortunately meant the two had to stand together silently.

"... So, how are you feeling about this job?"

Wukong asked quietly, hands behind his back as he looked down at the ground nervously. Macaque gave him a brief glance, hands tucked in his pockets. He didn't say anything for a moment, then shrugged.

"Fine"

Wukong paused, looking at him nervously.

"C-cool.. cool"

Unfortunately for wukong, this mafia business wasn't the only thing he had on his mind. He was also worrying about his current relationship with macaque. Because to put it frankly, things have been tense.

Ever since wukong figured out the truth behind what macaque did he hasn't known how to approach him. He wanted to tell him he knew, but he was afraid that might would just make things worse. So as of now he hadn't said anything.

So instead, he'd decided to just be a little nicer. He wanted to show macaque a little more compassion, some patience. As a way of showing his gratitude, and in hopes that maybe macaque would start to open up this softer side of himself. That wukong might get a battery glimpse into that kindness he had in him.

But thats not what happened. Infact wukong noticed the opposite had started to happen. Macaque slowly began acting more and more hostile. Colder, more guarded. He was short with wukong, meaner, he would shout or belittle him for the smallest things just like when he's first joined. It was like a total reset.

Suddenly all that progress, all that improvment they'd made, dare I say bonding they'd had just disappeared. And wukong was left baffled as to why macaque had gone cold on him all of a sudden.

Every time he showed a little kindness macaque seemed to coil away, like it would burn him. Like that little bit of care would destroy him or something.

Their relationship had grown so distant and cold. They still hadn't had sex in almost a month now, and weirdly enough macaque didn't seem interested anymore. Wukong couldn't help the bubbling frustration he felt at it, he didn't understand what was happening between them. He didn't know why macaque was acting so cold, was putting up such a thick wall all of a sudden.

Sure he never expected to be good friends with him, but he didn't get why he was reverting back to basically being strangers. Why he kept pushing wukong further and further away.

And despite all of this, he still kept trying. Even when it irritated him. Because wukong was a stubborn foolish man, and somewhere he believed if he kept trying then maybe he'd get somewhere. Maybe.

"Uhh... You want a cigarette while we wait? Just got a fresh pack of em so plenty to share"

Wukong offered casually, reaching into his jacket to pull out that cigarette case and lighter. Macaque briefly looked at him again, then turned his head to look at the cigarettes. Wukong held the open case expectingly, waiting for macaque to take one.

But instead macaque glared at him. His eyebrows furrowed, lips curling up into a snarl. Wukong visibly shrinks back, the same way you'd pull away from an angered dog to avoid it's bite. Looking at macaque confused.

"Fuck off alright. Not in the mood for you shit"

He looks away, not offering wukong anything more then that. He's left standing there, still holding the cigarettes out in an awkward pose, eyes wide with confusion. Slowly he tucks the pack away, looking down with a conflicted expression, then after a moment looks up at him again.

"... Did I do something to upset you? You've been acting kinda weird lately"

Macaque stiffens slightly at that. His eyes sharpen as they land back on wukong, and he once again feels that instinct to shrink away, but it's worse this time.

There's another pause, another quiet moment of uncertainty. And then all to quickly macaque is turning and punching wukong clean across the face, sending him flying back and stumbling into his ass with a pained shout.

His hand jets up to his split lip, cursing under his breath as macaque stands above him, glaring down at him like wukong is scum itself.

"You know exactly what your doing. So don't go giving me that crap"

Wukongs eyes widened. He stared at macaque puzzles, completely lost as to what he's talking about. He sees the anger in macaques face, like wukong has committed some terrible crime. His lip throbs from the pain and he can't help the anger start to slowly boil over.

"What- macaque I don't know what you're on about, all I've been doing is trying to be nice-"

"Oh piss off!"

Suddenly wukong is getting a harsh kick to the chest, slamming back into the concrete with another loud shout.

"Do I look like an idiot to you?"

Macaque hovers above him, glaring down at him with that hateful gaze wukong is all to aware off. He looks back up, trying to figure out what the hell is going on, and what specifically macaque is so upset about.

"I don't know what your game is but I ain't falling for it. So drop the act already"

"What- what act? Macaque what the hell is going on you're not making any sense. All I've done is try to be nice to you!"

Wukong couldn't help shouting, visibly angry with macaques sudden outburst. He didn't know what was going on, or what this was and it was really getting to him. But macaque just growled at him, and gave him another swift kick to the side, making wukong yelp.

"I'm not stupid wukong. No one is just nice for no reason. The fuck do you take me for"

Suddenly wukong felt himself freeze up. He stared up at macaque, ignoring the pain as he watched the other snarl at him. Those words hung in the air for a quiet moment, wukong unable to form a response right away, then macaque continued.

"Being nice isn't a real thing, not unless there's a benefit. The only reason anyone every acts like they car eis because they'll get something out of it. No one is nice for no reason"

Wukong's eyes widened more, staring at macaque with shock. Macaque just scoffed at him, rolling his eyes like what he was saying was common knowledge. Like that was just how the world worked... Like that was how his world worked.

Wukong felt his chest tighten, this stinging pain throbbing there.

"N-no- that's not- that's not true-"

Macaque scoffed, looking at wukong like he's just said the stupidest thing he ever heard.

"Of course it is. This is the real world, it's not some stupid fairy tale. That's not how life works wukong"

Wukong's fists tightened, his tail froze in its place as his face dropped even further, staring at macaque with growing concern.

"Do you seriously expect me to believe you just wanna be all happy friends with me after all the shit I've put you through? Fat chance!"

Wukong grits his teeth at that. He looks at macaque with an almost horrified expression, his body almost shaking. A few small pathetic stutters fall out of his mouth, but he can't manage to say anything. He can't manage to reply. And after a moment macaque just sighs, looking down at him with nothing but malice.

"Whatever. The limo will be here soon, so get off the ground you worthless fuck"

Before wukong can rspond macaque storms past him, practically seething. Wukong doesn't get up, not right away. He just takes a moment to sit there, to process, to unpack everything he's just heard, and what it all meant.

He replays what macaque just told him a few times. As small and insignificant as they may sound, wukong can't help feel a pain in his chest at the thought of it. At the painful realisation that that's how macaque honestly thinks. That's the world he lives in, that's his reality. And that is so, so heartbreaking to realise.

So much about macaque suddenly begins making sense, and wukong almost feels sick when he realises it. When the pieces start to put themselves into place.

Macaque can't accept that anyone would be nice to him because in his mind the only reason someone would be nice to him is if they want something, or are using him for something.

No one is nice for nothing, pure kindness doesn't exist. There's only cold calculated steps to getting what you want. It sounded exactly like how the mafia operated, it was how the mafia operated. That was the reality in the mafia. And that made wukong feel sick.

He couldn't even really blame him for thinking that way, especially in their situation. After everything macaque has done to him, then he suddenly starts trying to act kind despite everything. No wonder he's suspicious, he had every right to be. But that didn't make him feel any better.

All he could muster up was a pitied frown, turning to stare at macaque as he paced on the sidewalk, still fuming from their small argument.

how did I never realised how far your damage goes?

 

"You better not leave my side for even a second if you don't want to end up in the hospital again. You got that, ginger?"

Macaques voice came as a harsh whisper, glaring at the other monkey with clear disdain. Wukong just gave a timid nod, keeping his head down and trying not to make eye contact. Macaque looked away, turning to face the large building.

It was the very one owned by the celestials. The one the boss had been so eager to take over. The one he was currently taking over infact. The entire building was practically swarming with their men. You could hear countless gun fires, screaming, windows smashing blood splattering. It was a full blown war zone.

A war zone they were both about to dive head first into.

Up untill they had both kept to the sidelines. Taking care of any stragglers, and making sure everything was going according to plan. At least macaque was, wukong mostly kept to himself, basically on the verge of some kind of panic attack.

But their at the tail end of this attack. And macaques role has come to play, going in and finding that safe. While wukong stays right behind him as backup.

Wukong is basically being thrown into this without any say in it, and is quite honestly terrified. But Wukong's comfort seems to be the last thing on macaques mind, infact he seems dead set on making sure wukong is as tense as possible.

He's been freaking wukong out all day, threatening him if he screws up, telling him about everything that could go wrong. Doing everything in his power to ensure wukong is fully freaked out when the time comes, as some kind of dig at him or something. Like he's still mad at him.

They never reconciled after their argument. Infact they havnt spoken a word to each other besides mafia related since. And macaque still seems angry about it. Very angry.

So wukong is stuck going on his most dangerous mission yet with a guy who hates his guts right now. Things couldn't get any worse. But he doesn't have a choice, he never had a choice. So he just quietly nods and does as he's told, trying his hardest to choke down the intense fear he feels.

All he could do was hope for the best.

 

But hope never gets you far. Does it?

Wukong ruthlessly reminded of that now. On the floor, head pounding as blood pours from his skull, an intense blinding pain shooting through his entire body.

How could this have gone this badly.

Macaque is on the other side of the room from him, gripping his bleeding eye with a panicked expression, stepping away from the glazing fires that completely surround him till his back is up against the glass window.

Wukong looked over at him and panics, getting some clarity through his thick haze and making an attempt to go to him. But he can't. The second he tries to move he lets out the most agonizing shriek, collapsing to the floor as he turns to see his tail stuck under a huge piece of fallen concrete that had fallen from the ceiling.

Tears prick his eyes as the pure burning pain he feels from his tail, the end crushed between the rock to tightly it feels like it'll rip it off. The bone has all but turned into a paste, blood is pouring out around the stone, every micro movement sent unbelievable agony through his entire body.

Wukong grips just under where it's stuck, crying out at the horrible agony he feels and tries to squeeze so the blood slows down, and to stop it from moving.

He looks around confused. Finally getting his clarity back. He sees the collapsed ceiling, the fire and ruble everywhere, the state of macaque across from him, bloody, covered in ash and burns. He looks around himself and notices the large concrete pieces, and suddenly it hits him.

They had made it to the twentieth floor, the top floor. They were looking for that safe with the documents macaque needed collect. Wukong had just barely made a comment about this going a lot smoother then he'd thought, when macaque opened a door and they both suddenly heard a quickening beeping.

There was barely a moment to process it, and then boom.

Half the place had been rigged with bombs in the walls, as some last defense for situations like this. To make sure that if there was an attack or attempted take over that the safe and all their documents would be destroyed, stopping anyone from getting them. And hopefully killing the person attempting to take them.

In the explosion macaque had been thrown to the other end of the room, near the glass and had instantly passed out. While wukong had been trampled under a pile of Rumble fallen from the ceiling, splitting his head down and making him pass out too.

It seemed macaque had woken up before wukong had, but by the time he did was already surrounded in fires caused by the explosion. Wukong had just woken up, but his tail had been pinned under one of the falling pieces and he could feel blood spouting from his skull like a fountain, unsure of how bad the damage was.

But despite the immense amount of pain he was under, his mind raced through panicked thoughts of macaque. Looking at him mortified as those fires closed in all around him.

The fires weren't as bad as you'd think. If you ran through them quick enough you'd definitely burn yourself a little bit it wouldn't kill you. And if he could get passed the fires to the left he could get to the stairs and escape. The problem was his leg.

Wukong looked down and almost puked when he sew his foot twisted around to a horrifically unnatural angle. He was wobbling, barely able to stand with one hand gripping the top of that mangled leg and the other pressing against his eye firmly, blood pouring out like a water from a tap.

He could barely move like that, let alone run. If he tried hobbling through the fire like that hed be burned all over to a horrific degree, maybe survive but barely. Then getting down the stairs while covered in horrific burns would almost be impossible.

He was looking around frantically, chest heaving as he tried to find a way out, anyway out. He looked behind him briefly at the window, they were on the twentieth floor. He had no chance of surviving a fall like that. Back at the fires, they were only growing closer and angrier by the minute.

Wukong felt his entire body tense, white hot panic setting in. His heart was pounding in his ears, everything blurry and red from the blood in his eyes but still, all he could focus on was the other.

"MACAQUE"

Macaque suddenly looked over, noticing wukong staring at him horrified.

Neither new what to do, they couldn't do anything. All they could do was watch as this nightmare unfolded.

Then they heard it. A beeping sound.

Both head snapped to the right where they sew this little black case against the wall, a red blinking light as he began letting off this beeping, a beeping that was quickly speeding up.

Wukong felt his entire body go numb. That was right beside macaque. If that went off the force of the blow would throw him right out of that goddamn window, he'd never make it. But he couldn't escape it, he couldn't get past the fires, he couldn't get away, he couldn't do anything. He just stood there, looking around with the most terrified look wukong had ever seen.

macaque was gonna die

A buzzing numbness suddenly drowned wukong in seconds. His mind shit off in an instant, his body disconnecting from his thoughts, his eyes glued to the ape a few feet away from him.

The world around him meant nothing, every obstacle vanishing, every problem gone. He focused in on macaque and without a single thought in his mind bolted towards him, running faster then he had in his entire life.

Nothing was in his way, nothing stopped him, it was just a straight line to the other. A screaming instinct driving him forward as he suddenly grabbed macaque firmly by the wrist.

His other hand grabbed at his waist, and seconds later he was throwing the monkey with every ounce of strength he had, sending him flying through the air before tumbling into the ground and against the left wall, shouting out in pain.

Wukong barely had time to process it, and then there was that click. He turned his head and...

BOOM
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.
.

"WUKONG!"

 

Macaque stood there, staring at the bomb in horror as he realised the situation he was in. Any second now he was about to go flying out this window, and there was nothing he could do to get away from the blast.

Blinding fear began to creep in, his chest heaving with each breath on the verge of a panic attack. Then he heard movement.

His head turned back to wukong, and he watched in sickening horror as wukong stood up, and rushed towards him, completely ignoring that his tail was still under stone.

Macaque felt his stomach clench, almost gagging in absolute horror as the end of Wukong's tail was ripped off. Everything but a thing, disgusting but of floppy bone, blood and thin bit of skin hanging from the end of it, like a blood soaked wire dangling from his tail.

Macaques tail curled around his leg, cringing horrible at the mere sight of it. Tails are one of the most sensitive parts of a stone monkeys bodies, it's why their so guarded about touching them. Watching something like that felt the same as watching a long nail stab through the bottom of someone's foot. He could only begin to imagine the unimaginable blinding pain that must have caused.

And yet wukong didn't even flinch, he didn't stop, didn't even look. Like he hadn't noticed, like it didn't exist. He just kept bolting towards macaque.

What. Why was he coming over here, what is he thinking. Why doesn't he run to the stairs he has a clear path right over to the left he could get out of here before the bomb goes off.

And yet he doesn't. Doesn't even hesitate as he dashes straight through blazing flames, getting skimmed by red fire, fur shriveling up and burning instantly.

Macaque is completely frozen, his mind frazzled at the horrifying sight, and before he can process what's going on wukong is grabbing him. He's being hoisted up, and thrown like nothing.

Macaque screams as he goes flying through the air, right over the flames and slamming against the left wall nearest to them, crying out from the sudden impact.

He winces, tears threatening to fall as he lays there trying to get his bearings. Then the bomb goes off.

Suddenly there's horrific loud explosion from the other side of the room, debris flying everywhere as smoke and fire fill the air.

He ducks down, holding his head protectively as rubble and stone and whatever else goes flying all around him. But surprisingly nothing else happens, the bomb was far enough and small enough that there isn't too much damage to the area he's in, altho the other side of the room is a complete wreck.

After a moment to try and get his bearings, he suddenly realises something. All the glass along that wall has shattered, and wukong is nowhere to be found.
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"WUKONG!"

Notes:

This felt kinda choppy but I wasn't sure how else to explain what was going on and really, really didn't want to spend forever going into detail about the small dumb shit. So I just skipped to all the important crap lmao-

Chapter 23

Summary:

Hospital tiiime :)

"grooooaaaann"

The monkey lets out this long groggy sound, eyes squinting tight together as he slowly wakes up.

He's instantly aware of this horrible dazed fogginess, like he's barely awake. He tries to open his eyes but is instantly blinded by bright white, so he shuts them tight again, whining faintly. He tries to move his body, but is suddenly all too aware of this agonising pain all over.

He gasps, arching his back while taking a deep steady breath, the horrible aching pain setting into every inch of his body. His mind is all foggy and groggy, his thoughts far too slow to catch up with what's going on. He's confused, can't quite understand where he is or what's happening, but he can't even concentrate on figuring it out when he's hit with this blinding headache.

He grits his teeth, whimpering loudly as he slowly feels worse and worse, lifting an arm up to hold his head to try and relive it. As he does he feels something tugging at his arm, something weird along his wrist. He manages to peak an eye open and look, and finds an IV in his vein, tapped down to prevent it from moving.

His eyes fix on it for a moment, mind to groggy to quite understand what he's looking at. His eyes follow the tube up to see it connected to a plastic bag hanging above him, filled with some kind of liquid.

He squints his eyes as it a moment. His brain starts to slowly catch up, enough to realise this is some medical thing. But he can't get much more of a grip on it, that fog too thick to really grasp on to any solid thought.

"Oh my god! Sir please try not to move, gosh I didn't expect you to be awake so soon"

Wukong flinches, his ears are suddenly filled with sounds of a voice and then there's a shadow reliving his eyes of that blinding light, caused by the figure of a nurse.

"Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

Wukong squints his eyes at them, he can't make out any real features. He doesn't know who they are and is just generally confused.

"Mmmmng... Wha.. huh?"

His voice is sloshy and uneven, eyes barely staying open as he looks up at the women.

"Oh, right. Your still on painkillers. I'm going to lower switch your IV out for a much milder meds to allow you to wake up a bit, then go fetch your doctor ok?"

Despite Wukong's inability to understand her, she still takes the time to explain what she's doing, this sweet smile on her face.

Wukong just lays there, dazed, confused, and in pain despite apparently being in some strong meds. The women switches out the plastic bag for a different one with a weaker painkillers, so wukong can wake up again. Then she's quickly rushing out the room, leaving wukong sat there no less confused then he had been.

 

Eventually those painkillers began to ware off, and he stops being so doped up. But unfortunately to replace that fogginess the painkillers gave him was twice the amount of pain then when he's woken up.

Every inch of his body ached or hurt in some way. His head felt like it was about to burst open, or like it already had. All his limbs ached, he felt sore and burnt in some areas like his legs and tail. And oh god his tail, his tail was an entire other kind of agony entirely.

It was the sort of pain you can't even begin to describe. Picture ripping off a nail. It hurts like hell, it throbs like nothing you've ever felt before, your entire hand feels like it's going to explode with so much as the smallest movement. And that exposed spot where the nail was ripped off is so unbelievably sensitive that the smallest breeze has you in tears.

Now picture all of that on a much, much larger scale. And that's what Wukong's tail felt like.

Stone monkey tails hold a lot of nerves in them, there extremely sensitive, which is usually as a sort of protective mechanic, like how cats whiskers help them feel for things near their face. But that unfortunately means any injuries sustained to them is far far worse then other body parts.

The entire tip of his tail had practically been ripped off, like pulling the skin off a banana. Expect far far more gross. All that was left was the line of bone, some tissue and a little bit of exposed nerve and muscle around that. The doctors had done everything they could to try and help before wukong woke up, knowing it would be uncomfortable.

But unfortunately stone monkeys are still rare, not much is known about them and further more their is very little medical information on them. So they weren't entirely sure how to deal with something like this.

So all they could do was bandage him up best they could and give painkillers.

When the doctor had come back he's had the sense to make sure wukong still had a decent supply of meds so it wouldn't be too bad, still leaving him a tiny bit dopey but he was conscious enough to hold a conversation.

That's when wukong was finally informed of what happened, and how he got here. And it also gave him the chance to remember what had happened.

That explosion had thrown him right out of that window, sending him falling to what should have been his death. But it wasn't. And that was for no other reason then pure luck.

As wukong had been falling through the sky, a few of the mafias people noticed from the ground and began to panic. He was flaking to fast and there was no way anyone was going to be able to do anything to save him. At least most wouldn't.

It just so happened their messenger boy had come at that very moment. A young harpy that worked for Xiangliu as a sort of delivery boy, one of the only three harpies that worked for him. usually making trips between places for quick supply runs or for messages of necessary. He'd been there just as they'd noticed wukong falling, and a few people were able to show him were wukong was falling, in which he'd rushed up to catch the ape before he slammed into the ground.

Unfortunately wukong had passed out not long after that, a mixture of blood loss, adrenaline, being smacked in the skull with slab of concrete and the force of the explosion had done a number in him.

He'd spent the last week unconscious, laying in that hospital bed as doctors did everything they could to try and fix his worser injuries. And wukong had been horrified to learn the extent of it all.

His skull had actually split open slightly, and there was intense swelling in his brain which had needed emergency surgery the moment he arrived. Several bones throughout his body where either broken or fractured, but it wasn't anything life threatening and would heal up on its own in a few weeks, so those were considered low risk injuries.

The worst of it was his tail. About a third of it was skinned at the end, a healthy thick bushy tail suddenly cutting off into what looked like a rats tail, all tightly wrapped in bandages. The bone was shattered at the point where it was crushed and the rest of it looked ready to fall off. They had to place several metal pins in the spot where it broke, using those pins to hold it together, then wrapping everything up tightly in countless bandages in hopes to keep it all together so it didn't get any worse. Or fall off.

But unfortunately that wasn't going to be enough. The only reason they held hope for his tail in the first place was because he was a stone monkey, and their healing abilities are superior to most. So there was a decent chance that with time and care his tail would grow back the skin and furr that had been ripped off.

Unfortunately because of the intense damage it received the doctor seemed doubtful it would ever been the same again. Wukong was informed that the end of his tail would most likely loose a lot of its feeling and mobility. Not all of it, but the nerves and tissue were so damaged in such an odd spot of the body that it was unlikely he'd be able to grow it back exactly as it was before.

Wukong had been devastated hearing this. A monkeys tail is important to them. It's a huge part of their communication with eachother and their affection. It's 80% of their body language, it a huge sort of basic communication and it's just something they learn to consider precious.

Learning that his tail was about to loose most of the features that made it what it was felt like a total gut punch. He could have broken down in tears right then. But he didn't, he kept his composure even if it was hard, because he knew there was no point in crying over it now.

"Honestly we were this close to amputating. But we received strict instructions from your... Organisation, prohibiting us from doing so. So we had to come up with a different solution, and this was the best we had"

Wukong instantly tensed up when he heard that. His eyes sharpened on the doctor in confusion.

"What- someone told you not to? Who?"

The doctor looked at him for a moment, this slightly uncomfortable expression. Wukong noticed it, and felt a tad guilty. The hospital was receiving funds from the mafia, that's why their able to come here without problems or questions. Unfortunately many of the staff, nurses and doctors here aren't entirely thrilled with the idea. So whenever they get tied up in situations like this to do with the mafia, you'll often see them clam up.

"I-i was told I couldn't share that information... I'm sorry"

Wukong relaxed a bit. Well, that made sense. He wasn't sure why the mafia would care about him loosing a tail, not like they knew anything about it. But he was grateful, he'd rather have a half functioning tail then non at all. Losing the end of it would be another kind of pain entirely.

"Ah. That's fine. Figures"

Wukong gave a smile, which seemed to instantly ease the doctors nerves. He continued to explain the extent of wukongs injuries, his treatments, the painkillers their prescribing and his stay time in the hospital. He said they'd like to keep him here for another two weeks, since a head injury like that can extremely risky and their still not sure it's ok yet, that and his tail is unbelievably sensitive. Too much movement and the pins could just give out, and there goes the end of his tail.

But or course, if the mafia wants him out sooner then that they don't get a lot of options, all they can do is reason with the mafia to allow him some more time, and hope for the best. Wukong just nodded, he'd been through this before. Too many times infact. He didn't believe macaque would let him stay the full two weeks, but he might get away with one. If he's lucky.

They sat talking for a little while longer, basic stuff about his injuries and what to expect going forward. What movements and muscles to be careful off, what he could and couldn't do. Then midway through the door suddenly slammed open.

Dead silence. Instantly. Everyone turned to look at the door shocked, only to see a black furred monkey standing there, covered in bandages, glaring at them all with stare that could freeze the room.

"Everybody out"

His voice was stern, commanding. The kind that sends chills down your spine and into your legs, forcing you to do exactly as your told. The doctor and nurse didn't even spare wukong a glance as they rushed towards the door. Macaque stepped further inside, allowing them to brush past him and out the door, closing it behind them.

Wukong pushed back into his bed instantly, looking at macaque nervously. He couldn't help staring at those bandages. Several all over his arms and legs, most likely for burns. His leg was in a splint most likely for where it had twisted, but he seemed able to walk on it well enough. His eye had a huge square padded cotten over it, bandages all around his head to hold it in place, only leaving his left eye open for glaring.

He slowly walked towards wukong, this unsettling quiet to him as he approached, hobbling a little on that one leg. He was white shorts and a shirt, the hospital assigned clothes for patients who want to walk around without their ass hanging out. Which meant he was still a patient in the hospital.

He stood beside Wukong's bed, staring down at him with a blank expression. Wukong looked up anxiously, shrinking back slightly as he waited for what macaque had to say.

Then macaque let out this snarl, fangs flashing at him angrily, hand raising and suddenly punching the wall behind the bed as hard as he could, making wukong jump.

"You wanna explain what the fuck that was!?"

He shouted, voice laced with anger. His tail began thrashing behind him, loud uncontrolled growls rumbling from his chest. His eye looked frantic, staring at wukong with a kind of rage he'd never seen before. Wukong looked back terrified, his entire body going rigid at the sight of him, he looked like he was about to lose it completely.

"You threw yourself off a fucking building, are you a fucking idiot!?"

He reached down and grabbed Wukong's collar, hanging him forward. Wukong yelped, trembling under macaque. He was still a bit high from painkillers and didn't have the same control over his emotions as he would have. So this scared little chirp slipped out, just for a second. A sound he hadn't let himself make since he was a child.

"What where you thinking!! Why on earth did earth did you think that was a good idea!?"

Macaque was shaking. His shouts came out more frantic and emotional then they usually would, that rage bleeding into it. It was something wukong and never seen from the other, a uncontrolled explosive reaction. He'd seen him angry, but that was a calculated intentional anger. This was nothing like that.

Tears pricked Wukong's eyes, holding macaques wrist helplessly as he trembled under him.

"I-im sorry i-"

"YOU COULD HAVE DIED"

Wukong froze.

His eyes widened with shock, staring up at the others.

A single tear fell from that eye, body shaking as he looked at wukong with this emotion hed never shown before. Something wukong wouldn't figure out what it was.

"You could have fucking died!? And for what! What on earth were you trying to do in the first place!? What was any of that for!"

He screamed it, other hand coming to grip at his shirt and shake him harshly.

A pained yip spilled out. Another sound he'd never let himself make. An animalistic sound that was frowned upon in today's society. Something primal that just couldn't help slip out with the way he was.

It seemed to make macaque flinch. Like he instinctively knew what that sound meant. He did know, it was hard wired into him. His very bones knew that sounds meant distress, and it was hard to ignore that primal feeling.

He snarled, releasing his collar and shoving him back down. Wukong whined at the pain, but looked back at see macaque still just as worked up, chest heaving as he began pacing.

"You fucking idiot!? Do you have any idea how bad that is!? You could have lost your tail! You almost cracked your head open- YOU FELL FROM A FUCKING BUILDING!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!"

more years fell from his eyes, staring at wukong with an utterly horrified expression. His tail was swaying and trashing around frantically, a clear sign of distress. His body was shaking, his breathing becoming rushed and uneven.

Wukong watched with growing concern, he looked like he was about to have a panic attack, like he was about to fall to the ground and break down at any second.

He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself as he looked up at macaque.

"I-i was just stopping you from-"

"OH SHUT UP! I'm not taking that crap! Give me a real fucking answer wukong!?"

Macaque yelled back. As if he were outraged by the mere thought of it. Wukong gripped the sheets, trying his best to stay calm.

"I wanted to help, I was just trying to save you-"

"WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT TO SAVE ME!?"

Wukong's entire body went stiff. His face dropped, staring at macaque with shock. He just stared back, looking utterly outraged. But also confused, and hurt, and conflicted. It looked like a war going on inside his head, like everything he'd ever known was falling apart around him and he had no idea what to do about it.

Wukong and never seen him like this. He'd never seen anything like it actually, he'd never seen anything under that mask macaque always wore, he was always so controlled, so composed. He barely let anything out, ever.

And yet now he was completely falling apart. That mask had all but shattered right Infront of him and wukong was horrified to see what was hidden underneath all this time.

A scared, helpless monkey, who had all but given up on ever finding warmth. Someone who truly believed he was incapable of being cared about, who truly thought the world wasn't capable of wanting him. Who couldn't even begin to understand the concept that just maybe, someone in his life was trying to help.

Wukong felt his heart break, looking at him as he stood there crying and snarling and shaking, unable to control anything about himself. He was so fucking vulnerable, he'd never send such a raw emotional reaction before. And the fact macaque was even like this proved how broken he felt. How distraught Wukong's actions had made him. And that only hurt more.

He felt an overwhelming guilt and worry, he hated watching this. He hated seeing him so upset, he learning how he thought of himself. It was awful!

Without much of a thought wukong was suddenly moving. Swinging himself out of bed and stumbling to his feet, IV ripping from his wrist as he made his way over to macaque.

macaque jumped when a pair of hand gripped his shoulders, looking up at wukong shocked as he stared at macaque with that concerned, worries expression.

"Macaque calm down! Your going to hurt yourself if you keep-"

"Get off of me!"

He suddenly shouted back, trying to shove wukong away, his breathing only getting worse.

"Stop it stop it stop it! Stop pretending and just tell me what you want!"

He was practically sobbing. He looked scared, hurt, confused. He pushed wukong away, almost stumbling over his own broken leg, but wukong grabbed him, stopping him from crashing into the ground.

"I'm not pretending! This isn't some act, I don't want anything from you! I'm just trying to help!"

Wukong was getting desperate. Every instinct in his body was screaming trying to calm the other down. The sight of him in tears too much to bare, too much for his heart to take. He hated it.

But macaque shoved him away again, only getting more and more riled up, snarling at wukong angrily.

"JUST TELL ME WHY-"

"BECAUSE YOUR FUCKING IMPORTANT TO ME"

It blurted out before he could stop it, a desperate confession to try and calm the other one down.

Macaque completely froze. His eye shot open, his body completely stopping. His mouth fell open as he stared at wukong shocked, barely able to get a sound out anymore. Wukong didn't stop though, he pushed forward and grabbed his shoulders, holding him still and looking him in the eye with all the desperate he felt.

"I don't have a reason ok! I don't need one! I hate seeing you hurt, I hate seeing you in pain- I hate seeing anything bad happen to you! I need you to be ok, I want you to be safe! That's why I did it. So would you fucking shut up and trust me!?"

Tears fell from Wukong's eyes, chest pounding with an overwhelming feeling. A protective feeling, a primal feeling. A feeling that he needed the other two stop, to calm down, to trust him. He needed macaque to be alright, he wanted to be there for him he hated seeing this horrible side of him. He hated learning how broken he was and desperately wanted to try and fix that. He didn't want macaque to have to live like this anymore, alone, scared, hurt. Feeling like the whole world was against him. He couldn't let him continue like that anymore, he needed to be there for him.

Macaque just stood there in silence. He stared back at wukong, his entire body rigid. His breathing had slowed down, his body was numb. It's like he'd just completely short circuited. Wukong just stood there looking at him, letting him calm down, giving him time to process what he'd said. He prayed macaque would believe him.

"I-i.. that... I don't.."

His voice was so small, he sounded just like a scared little kid. And that only hurt Wukong's heart more. He didn't say anything, just slowly tried to calm himself down and stand there, giving macaque the space he needed to speak.

"You... Why? I-i don't understand-"

Macaque looked at him conflicted, those tears still falling. Wukong noticed his tail curling around his legs, lip quivering slightly as he tried to wrap his head around.

Wukong sighed. He let go of his shoulders, and reached down for macaques trembling hands, holding them both in his own gentle.

"You don't need to.. you just gotta trust me... Ok?"

He lowered his voice, gentle and soft. Eyes staring into his with all the care he had for the other. He wasn't sure why he felt this way, why he felt so predictive over the other all of a sudden. Where all this care had come from. Maybe it was just instincts, maybe it was just because he was watching his own kind freak out. Maybe it was the effect of seeing something so vulnerable and broken, so hurt and damaged by the world. Or maybe that's just how he was, that's just how was.

Macaque stared back at him. Still shaking. He looked unsure, eyes widening at the others words.

"I-i don't.. I don't know if I can"

Wukong's hand tightened around the others, mouth clenching. He was overwhelmed with the feeling to grab him and hold him close. To protect him from whatever horrors had hurt him so badly in his past to make him like this. But instead he just smiled, his gaze turning gentle.

"That's ok... You don't gotta, not right now... Just promise me you'll try?"

Macaque hesitated, his hands slowly stopped shaking as much. He body began to loosen up, and slowly his breathing turned normal.

"Try.. to trust you?"

Wukong smile widened, giving a small nod. Their was another long silence between them. Wukong just standing quietly while macaque thought. His mind churning through everything, trying to process what was going on, trying to understand his own feelings, and trying to find out if he even had any trust left in him to give.

But after a while, he managed to muster a timid nod, looking down at the floor shyly, finally settling down.

"... Ok... I'll try.."

Wukong let out a sigh of relief, his body finally relaxing. His smile widened even more. There was this fluffy warmth beginning to form in his chest, his eyes softened on the other and his tail even started to wag-

"OW"

Macaque jumped back, wukong snatching his hands away to reach behind him and grab his tail to stop it from moving, pained tears pricking his eyes.

"God- that fucking hurt!"

He shouted, suddenly all to aware of the fact he should definitely be in bed right now.

Macaque looked down at him, startled from the sudden outburst. But after a moment he calmed down. A hand raising to while his years away quickly, almost out of embarrassment. His expression went back to its usual scowl, and he turned to wukong with a huff, grabbing his arm harshly.

"Fucking idiot. Get back in the damn bed already"

He dragged wukong back over to the hospital bed and practically threw him onto it, rolling his eyes at the hiss of pain he let out.

"Your a fucking moron. Stay in bed and rest alright? I don't need you falling apart anymore than you have"

He reached over and clicked the nurses button, letting wukong settle back down into the sheets. He sighed, suddenly realising just how much pain he was in from standing, and how dizzy he still felt. But despite that he still couldn't help focusing on macaque, watching as the ape stood beside him. Waiting for the nurse to return so they could put his IV back in.

"... Are you ok?"

Macaque flinched, looking down to find wukong staring up at him, still seeming concerned. He had half a mind to retort with some sarcastic comment about him being the one to ask that and wukong being in a far worst that's them himself. But a part of him knew that's not what he meant. So he refrained from smart comments.

".. yeah.. yeah I'm ok... Just give it some time alright?"

He replied, looking away unsure. He'd managed to stick his mask back on but there were still a few cracks. It was still raw, unsettled. He was still processing everything.

And wukong understood that. He was worried, but relived as well. Because this meant he'd managed to break through, even just a little bit.

So he smiled.

"Take all the time you need"

Notes:

Might be my new favourite chapter

I'm not done with these two yet, and this isn't the conclusion to their relationship. It's just the start of them finally opening up and stuff, so don't worry there's still plenty of fluff, smut and angst waiting :)