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The sun was beginning to set, casting Flower Fruit Mountain in a soft, golden glow, the ocean shining brilliantly in the horizon. Mk and Wukong sat at their usual spot on the cliff, simply basking in each other's company after a long day of training.
Training had been harsher than before. With everyone having a type of elemental power thanks to the events from two years ago, crime had been climbing in frequency. It was nothing major yet, but there was far more clean-up than ever. It had been taking a toll on Mk and Wukong, they wanted a day to themselves; to de-stress and feel free for a moment.
Mk is the first to look over at Wukong, his expression giving nothing to what he was thinking as he rest his cheek in his palm with his elbow against his knee. He merely started at Wukong, his tail giving an occasional flick. It was that motion that caused Wukong to look over at Mk, raising a brow at him when he caught the boy's gaze.
"What are you staring at, bud?" Wukong asked, his lip tugging up nervously.
He's been catching Mk staring at him a lot this past week. He usually didn't bring attention to it, but he was seriously starting to get curious. What was on the boy's mind?
Mk, on the other hand, wasn't surprised that Wukong had caught him. He wasn't exactly being subtle with his staring, but he still felt a bit sheepish when being called out. Instead of answering immediately, he looked his mentor up and down; taking in the way he sat, to the way his golden eyes never once strayed from Mk's own. It was intense, but Mk didn't back down when things began to get hard.
"You smell different."
Those three words caused Wukong to tense up, immediately shrugging his shoulder up to his cheek so he could smell himself. He couldn't quite get the whiff of his own scent, but he didn't have to, he could feel the heat he had been suppressing for a while finally start to boil over. He's just been so busy helping Mk and the others that he was doing all he could to push back his…well, needs.
"Ah- yeah, I guess it's that time of the month, huh?" Wukong tries to crack a joke about it, but Mk only stares. They both blink at each other.
"Do I have to spell this out for you, bud?" He was embarrassed at this point, but this was something he probably should've told Mk a long time ago. Thing is, it just kept slipping his mind.
With a defeated sigh, he rubbed the back of his neck and began fo explain.
"We demons have something called a 'secondary gender', and—"
"OMEGAVERSE?!" Mk blurted out before he could stop himself. He immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, his cheeks burning a crimson red as he waved his other hand frantically.
"Sorry, sorry. Continue."
"Ohhh-kay… Because of my secondary gender, my usual scent is getting a little intense; and because you've been using your monkie form a lot more, you're probably just able to sense it now."
Mk nodded along to Wukong's explanation, trying his best to look like he was paying attention, but all he could focus on—now that he knew exactly what it was—was that scent. It was embarrassing to admit where he got all of his prior information from, but the information was still making his mind reel. This was real life, and demons went through heats—ruts.
Wukong goes through heats and ruts.
Woah.
"—ellooo, you still there, bud?" Wukong calls out, causing Mk to snap out of his own mind, looking up at the other simian who had waved a hand in his face.
"You zoned out, kid. Did you even hear me-?"
"Let me take care of you." Mk blurts out, reaching out to hold Wukong's wrists with both of his hands. There was an unexplainable heat that surged throughout his body. He was half human, so he couldn't have a secondary gender like Wukong, right?
At the unexpected request, Wukong sputtered.
"Take 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵-?! No- this is something you only do with,,, y'know, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴." The oncoming heat was beginning to cloud Wukong's mind. He attempted to pull away, but Mk only held on tighter. He was determined to help his mentor now. How long had Wukong had to suffer through these ruts alone? He's been suppressing them for too long, as well. That had to have been unhealthy, right?
Without even noticing, Mk's scent began to grow in intensity. Wukong noticed it, of course, his eyes widening and nose scrunching as he recognized it as an alpha's scent—much like his own. There was an undeniable underlining of arousal, but it was mixed with worry and something possessive,
Shit. His horribly concealed rut had kick-started Mk's own, but…
He would be lying if he said he didn't find appeal in the thought of spending his rut with Mk.
—
A stifled gasp broke through Wukong's throat, his hands fisting his sheets as Mk ran his tongue up his navel. Mk had been teasing him, pushing his limits right to the edge, but never giving enough to feel satisfied. It was as if he wanted to see Wukong fall apart completely, to become nothing but putty in his hands.
It was embarrassing. To be reduced to an incomprehensible mess just from a few kisses and touches. He was an alpha, dammit, but he felt like nothing more but a pathetic animal in heat with Mk touching him like this.
Mk hadn't taken his eyes off of Wukong's form this whole time. Ingraining every sound and twitch of his expression into his memory. He wanted to memorize each and every one of his mentor's weak spots, to latch onto every sensitive area to make him squirm. The power he held over Wukong in this moment was intoxicating, the sight of such a powerful alpha under him was so…
He didn't want anyone else to see him like this.
With a growl he didn't know he could produce, Mk pushed Wukong's legs apart, pinning them down onto the bed as he laid on his stomach, the tip of his tail curling possessively around Wukong's ankle as he began to lick stripes from the base of his cock, up to the tip. He had finally broken eye contact to focus on his new task. He shifted a bit, leaning his arm over Wukong's thigh to keep him held down, but he was now able to grasp his shaft, pumping the hard length as he put the tip in his mouth and swirled his tongue over the slit of the head. He could feel Wukong twitch under his ministrations, urging Mk to sink further down on the length.
Wukong's hips bucked up as he felt Mk sink down on him, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat. Mk was quick to press his palm flat against Wukong's navel, pushing down to keep him pinned against the bed. He pulled his head back just enough to leave the tip of his cock inside his mouth before sinking back down again, pushing Wukong's length deeper with each bob of his head.
The noises were intoxicating, especially the whimpers Wukong was allowing himself to voice. He was sensitive, but Mk assumed that's from going hundreds of years untouched. As selfish as the thought was, he was glad that Wukong didn't have anyone else. Mk wanted to be the only one to bring his mentor to the edge.
What he wasn't expecting was for his hair to be grabbed so roughly.
Wukong's whimpers turned into desperate snarls, his hands pushing Mk down on his length. His instincts screamed for control, but Mk pushed up from the bed, glaring down at Wukong. There was no real malice, only a pure desire to be the one to give.
Underneath that heated glare, Wukong gave in.
Mk stuck his ring and middle finger into his mouth, slicking them up while never once breaking eye contact with Wukong. He had him pinned down by his wrists this time, to which the other simian bared his fangs at him. Wukong's alpha was surprisingly submissive—even if the outside didn't show it. Wukong could've easily broken out of his hold, but the fact that he was still here, letting himself be pinned down by Mk, proved that he wanted this. Needed this.
But not yet. Mk reminded himself that he had to open him up before anything.
His grip tightened around Wukong's wrists, his free hand reaching in-between them and circling the other alpha's entrance. The opening was tight, but surprisingly easy to push into. Mk didn't know if he should be turned on or jealous. Wukong had done this before. Was it with someone else, or himself? He didn't want to entertain the idea of someone other than himself in this position.
Mk didn't wait for a signal to keep going, quickly trying to open Wukong up to get inside him already. His cock throbbed between his legs, aching to be touched—to be given attention—but he would take care of Wukong before focusing on his own needs.
Wukong turned his head to the side, clenching his jaw as Mk began to work his fingers inside; rubbing against his walls to look for that particular bundle of nerves. The kid was a bit too rough and eager in his ministrations, but Wukong was too excited to care about the ache. He's had partners in the far past, they helped him during his ruts, and he helped them during their heats, but he has never had another alpha give him the attention Mk was giving so willingly. He surprisingly liked the feeling of being overpowered in bed.
"Mnh—Mk…" Wukong breathes out, his voice shaky and hoarse with need.
That was enough for Mk to practically snap.
He shoved in a third finger, entranced at the way Wukong's back arched off the bed; his mouth falling open with a gasp. Now that his voice had been ripped free from his throat, it was hard to muffle them again. Each gasp, each moan, each whimper went straight to Mk's head; making him dizzy with the need to claim, claim, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮.
Mk pulled his fingers out and grabbed Wukong by his shoulders, turning him around to lay him on his stomach. He kept one hand on Wukong's waist, using his other to pump himself. His breathing was harsh as he trailed his free hand down to Wukong's bare ass, spreading the cheek and nearly cumming at the sight. He was already rock hard, but he swore he somehow got harder with the clear view of his mentor's puckering hole. Stretched, slicked up, and ready to be taken.
He must've been staring too long, because he felt Wukong try to push back onto him, his mentor's rough voice going straight down to his groin.
"Mk, please, I need to feel you inside."
His pupils dilated. He gave no warning before slamming all the way in.
Wukong buried his face into the pillows, gripping them so hard the fabric threatened to tear. Moans were punched out of him as Mk kept up a brutal pace, not giving him any time to breathe or even catch his breath. He felt when Mk leaned down, his harsh panting fanning across Wukong's cheek, making his already hot face heat up further. Mk sounded so 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥; and they had only just started.
"This is what you wanted, Monkey King? You're squeezing me so tight," Mk practically ground out his words into Wukong's ear. "Who knew someone so strong would let himself be fucked like this? How long have you wanted me to take you?"
Wukong was reeling at this point. When the hell did the kid get so confident to talk to him like that? He could blame instinct, or even on those words escaping in the heat of the moment; but the way his body reacted, trembling at those words—the way they were spoken…he knew he couldn't deny what he was feeling for another alpha. His successor, no less.
Mk braced his hands on the bed on either side of Wukong's head, clenching his jaw as he forced himself to up the pace, the bed frame creaking and slamming into the wall with each thrust. Wukong's noises only grew in volume, his nails finally tearing through the pillow as he came without warning. Mk felt when he did, growling deep in his throat before biting down roughly into Wukong's scent gland; his claiming venom mixing with the blood that began to pool in his mouth. He sucked on the wound before pressing his tongue onto the mark, licking up the blood. He barely gave Wukong time to register what happened when he was already leaving another deep mark on his shoulder.
Wukong choked on his moans, tears mixing in with his sweat as his body gave another harsh shudder. A tight heat that had been coiling in his stomach felt as if it had finally burst. Mk hadn't relented his movements when Wukong came; instead, it seemed that he had only gotten rougher, sloppier.
Mk shoved three of his fingers in Wukong's mouth, growling deep in his throat, "𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙠."
Wukong obeyed without a second thought.
He swirled his tongue around Mk's fingers, coating them in saliva and sucking as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. Mk pressed his fingers down on Wukong's tongue, then shoved them as far back into the other's mouth as he could. Each and every gag had Mk losing more and more control of his rational side; pure instinct was driving him forward.
'mate, mate, mate, claim, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥. Get your mate full of pups'
Mk's thrusts began to stutter, losing their rhythm as he got close to the edge; only focusing on slamming in as hard and deep as he could. It didn't register in either of their minds that Mk's knot began to swell at the base. It wasn't until his hands were gripping Wukong's waist, dragging him down to meet up with his last thrust that Wukong snapped back to alertness for a split second.
"Wait- Mk pull out-!"
Wukong was cut off by his own moan, which then broke into a desperate sob as Mk's knot stretched him beyond his limits. He was an alpha, he wasn't meant to take knots like this, but dammit, he was willing to handle it if it meant getting to spend the rest of his life with Mk like this.
Mk collapsed on top of Wukong, the last bit of his cum spurting deep inside Wukong's abused hole. They were both completely spent, their bodies shivering with aftershocks of their previous activities. He buried his face into the back of his mentor's neck, understanding that they would be stuck like this for quite a while. He rubbed gentle circles into Wukong's hips, leaving a trail of kisses across his neck. Their tails found each other, intertwining and holding each other close.
"..You need to learn better manners."