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The air hung thick and heavy, not with clouds, but with a strange, cold power. MK, the eager apprentice, felt shivers race down his spine. Before him stood his mentor, the legendary Monkey King, Sun Wukong.
But this wasn't the Wukong he knew. The familiar mischievous sparkle in his eyes was gone, replaced by an eerie, glowing blue. His face was a mask of stone, utterly stoic. The Lady Bone Demon floated nearby, her presence a chilling weight on the world.
"Strike," the Lady Bone Demon commanded, her voice like ice cracking.
Wukong turned his glowing blue gaze, and MK's heart leaped into his throat. It was directed right at him. Wukong raised a fist, the air crackling with controlled power, and lunged forward.
MK braced himself, but suddenly, a shadow darted in. It was Macaque. Macaque moved with lightning speed, aiming to intercept Wukong, perhaps to snap him out of it.
But as Macaque moved into his path, Wukong stopped dead. His blue eyes fixed on Macaque. The aggressive posture melted away, replaced by something equally intense, but different.
Macaque blinked, lowering his hands slightly. He turns to look at an equally confused MK. He shrugs at MK, beofre looking back at Wukong. "Uhh," the shadow monkey started, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. "Aren't you gonna fight?"
Without a word, Wukong moved again, but not towards MK. He blocked Macaque's path, moving with unnatural speed and strength, and gently, but firmly, held Macaque still, pressing him back against a ruined wall. Wukong leaned in, his glowing blue eyes fixed on Macaque's face. A low rumble, almost a purr, came from his chest. "... Mine."
Then, suddenly, Wukong leaned down and kissed Macaque. For a few moments, the warrior froze from the shocking, unsettling action. It wasn't a soft kiss; it was firm, unexpected, and held an odd, possessive intensity that felt completely unlike the monkey king Macaque knew.
It felt like a claim, rather than a tender connection.
MK's jaw dropped as he gazed at the sight of his possessed mentor kissing his rival, forgetting that he was supposed to get the staff.
While the Lady Bone Demon growled out, "You've gotta be kidding me."
Snapping out of his daze from the Bone Demon's growl, Macaque pushed hard against the Monkey King's chest, shoving him back. Wukong stumbled slightly, and Macaque seized the chance, turning and running as fast as his legs could carry him.
But corrupted Wukong was faster. With terrifying ease, he was right behind Macaque, cutting off his escape route. A moment later, Macaque felt himself held fast again, gently but securely pinned against the ground, unable to move away.
Wukong leaned down once more, his blue eyes unwavering, trying to kiss Macaque again. Macaque twisted his head away, struggling against the grip, trying to make Wukong understand he didn't want this – not like this, not while he was under this terrible spell.
Wukong paused, his head tilting slightly. The glowing blue eyes seemed to register Macaque's resistance, the clear message that this forced affection wasn't wanted.
The strange intensity in his eyes flickered, and then, with a sudden, cold shift, Wukong released Macaque and turned his glowing gaze back towards MK.
Seeing Wukong turn back to attack the vulnerable student, Macaque knew he had to do something drastic. He couldn't fight Wukong like this, and running hadn't worked. There was only one thing left he could think of, a desperate gamble based on the deep, complicated history they shared. If the corrupted Wukong was fixated on 'claiming' him, maybe he could use that.
Taking a deep breath, before Wukong could take another step towards MK, Macaque reached out and pulled Wukong back towards him.
He initiated the kiss this time, pouring all his desperation, his fear, and the echoes of their shared past into it. It was a demanding kiss, an attempt to overload the corrupted senses, to perhaps even reach the Sun Wukong buried beneath the blue glow.
It wasn't about pleasure; it was a desperate tactic to protect MK and maybe, just maybe, remind Wukong of what they used to have.
As their lips met, a strange quiet fell. Wukong's stoic expression softened slightly. The sharp edges of the blue glow in his eyes seemed to diffuse just a little. He returned the kiss with a sudden, almost bewildered eagerness, responding to the contact Macaque had initiated. A low sound, like a happy sigh, escaped Wukong.
Macaque held onto Wukong, pouring everything into the kiss, trying to keep the corrupted Monkey King focused on him and away from MK.
Inside, he felt a confusing swirl of emotions – relief that his tactic was working, fear of the power holding Wukong, and a deep, hidden ache of connection to the king he was holding, even corrupted like this.
He focused on the desperation of the moment, pushing down any other feelings.
But Macaque couldn't help but feel some pleasure in the act. If he closed his eyes and ignored the ice-cold lips, he could pretend this is the true Wukong he is kissing. He was kissing his precious king again.
Macaque began to purr into the kiss, as did Wukong.
But the moment of precarious connection was short-lived. The Lady Bone Demon’s voice sliced through the strange tension. "Monkey King. Return."
Wukong pulled back from Macaque, his blue eyes regaining some of their cold focus. A faint, almost childish pout touched his lips at being called away. He looked from Macaque to where MK was trying to pull out the staff.
With swift, economical movement, Wukong reached out and pressed his fingers briefly against Macaque's neck. A wave of dizziness washed over Macaque, and his world went dark.
He felt himself being lifted. The last thing he registered was the cold, powerful essence of the Lady Bone Demon, and the strange, possessive strength of Wukong's arms holding him securely.
The possessed Monkey King turned and flew back to his Lady, with his warrior safe in his arms.