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Wukong doesn't hesitate, digging the knife into Macaque’s sternum and dragging it down to his lower stomach. He pulls the blade out and drops it to the side, watching the shadow gasp and grip at the blankets, writhing in pain.
He carefully cups Macaque's face with one hand, rubbing his thumb against the other’s soft cheek. Wukong leans down until his lips brush against the shell of his ear. “Cmon, drop your glamours. They'll disappear when you're dead anyway,” he murmurs sweetly.
It doesn't take much more convincing for Macaque to drop his glamours. All six ears fluttering on display and the raggedy sun-shaped scar appearing on his face, golden iris turning pale and eyeball lazily rolling to the side.
“There you go. You're so beautiful,” Wukong purrs out, smiling wider at the faint pink pooling on Macaque’s cheeks.
“S-shut up…” Mihou gasps out weakly, coughing and letting blood trickle from the corner of his mouth. Wukong leans down and shamelessly licks the liquid off of the other’s chin.
He keeps holding the darker simian's face in his palm, his other hand moving down to Mihou's split open abdomen. His fingers grip the edge of the wound and pull it apart, Wukong's eyes widening in delight at the loud keen of pain escaping the other’s lips.
The Monkey King pushes his fingers in deeper, letting himself feel around the warm insides before gripping them tightly and yanking them out of Mihou's body, his pupils dilating at the whines and gasps of pain coming from underneath him.
Wukong picks up the knife again, bringing it up to Mihou's neck, smiling at the shuddering, scared gasp escaping the other’s mouth. He presses their lips together, swallowing the blood gathering in the shadow's throat and kissing him deeply.
He moves the blade in a quick motion over Mihou's throat with their mouths still pressed together, making a breathless gasp escape the other’s throat, thick blood quickly pooling in his larynx and spilling into Wukong's mouth while Mihou weakly gasps for breath against The Great Sage's lips.
It doesn't take long until Mihou's breathing comes to a stop, his body falling limp underneath Wukong. He pulls away, the other’s blood dribbling down his own chin from their bloody kiss.
He watches as even those lovely, lotus-shaped ears, always moving and fluttering, stop twitching and fall still against the sides of Mihou's head.
Wukong stares at his dead friend for a long while, he doesn't even know how much time passes until he finally moves again. He moves a shaky hand up to close Mihou's eyelids before moving his palm to the other's ears, rubbing them tenderly with his thumb.
He leans down and kisses the upper ear tenderly before sinking his teeth into it, biting a chunk of it off and swallowing it quickly. Wukong moves his blood-soaked hands to push them into Mihou's stomach, grasping at his already spilling out intensities and pulling them out completely.
Wukong can't bring himself to look away from Mihou's pale, bloodied face, even as he brings the other’s guts up to his mouth and sinks his teeth into them, biting out a few pieces and slurping them down, blood and the content of the other’s stomach spilling down his face and arms.
He can't stop once he's started, taking out Mihou's heart next and taking his time to eat it, sitting cross-legged next to the cooling body while he feasts. Wukong can't bring himself to touch and destroy the other’s face more than he already has though, leaving that part of his body untouched.
Wukong stays seated next to Mihou's body long enough for whatever remains of it to start decomposing, the stench of death filling his whole hit. Only then he snaps out of whatever trace he's been in, dry blood and rotting guts covering his clothes and fur, and he weakly drags himself up to his feet.
He hoists the remains of Mihou's body up, cradling it against his chest and carefully stepping out of his hut, trying not to let any pieces of the body drop onto the floor.
Digging out a hole in the ground takes a lot longer than it should. Or maybe it's Wukong's brain messing with him. He doesn't even know when he's already done, Mihou's remains buried under the soil for the rest of forever.
He stays sitting next to the stone with smudged drawings on it long enough for grass to grow back on the fresh grave.