Don't be afraid..

Watching the younger man Kings head tilts a little to the side as he sees and feels the other becoming increasingly desperate. King stood, and moved a little to see what was in the younger mans hand, a... Bee? he thought, all of that, this man nearly drowned for a singular Bee!? King was all for saving lives but one little Bee was hardly worth a person's life!

It was then he heard the others softly trembling voice as he speaks his worry, King looked to the little bug, it wasn’t moving... King was then hit hard with a powerful wave of guilt flowing fast and overwhelming out of the blonde man, it knocked the breath out of King a little. The big man's heart gave a pang of sadness and suddenly King was overcome himself. King was a kind person to his very core and even his eyes began to sting a little as the other seemed to lose all hope and then blame himself for the loss of this tiny little life.

King, in that moment, didn’t care that it was just a little bee, that didn't matter, it was a tiny life that this person cared deeply about and if this person was sad then King would empathise with him! King, may not be able to physically feel anything but he had powerful emotions and he wore his heart on his sleeve! King also dealt with lose daily, so he moved to console the other, King placed a large shivering hand on the others shoulder, “Oh, I’m so sorry...” he spoke softly not wanting to intrude on the moment. 

That was until King himself saw the bee move, he thought it was the wind for a second until the stranger looks back at him with a wide smile and says the little creature was okay. The waves of guilt vanished instantly and it was like King could breath again and he smiled, “Oh? Thank goodness!” he finds himself chuckling, “You wait here, let me go get my stuff.” he called as he had already started moving. Jogging back up the river bank King quickly spotted his backpack and his belongings, gathering them up he jogged back. 

“...Babe?” King said softly as he turned and the door swung closed behind him quietly, the director was asleep and and King smiled. He bent to set all his bags down as quietly as possible, before he slipped around the desk to crouch next to the sleeping monkey, King smiled so content in that moment to watch his boyfriend sleep, “No one would ever think, you were the mischievous monkey king of legend.” he rumbled quietly then reached out a calloused hand to brush some hair from the monkeys face, then let his fingers run down over Wu’s cheek.

starter for @mpwukong​

King had SO much food, he brought paper carry bags filled with different types of food hooked all over his arms as he waddled along with his mountain of food. King had always been a big eater and when he found out that his lover the monkey king was also a big eater, it was a match made in heaven, they would eat everything he brought with him and still look for more in an hour or so. King had finished his shift at the firehouse late, as he was not one for dressing up he offered to take the shift the night of the summer Gala so the others could go enjoy themselves. He was now off and having stopped to pick up a tone of food he had arrived at the hospital. 

Walking in, one of the security guys helped him with the door, and he wandered down the halls careful to not run into anyone as he made his way to the monkey kings office. Wukong was the hospital director and so had chosen not to go to the party. When Wu had told him, King could tell he was a little disappointed, but to the Monkey, his sense of duty was strong and King respected that. So, King had decided to surprise his lover with a special dinner, he had said to Wu earlier that he was too tired from work and would just head on home after his shift. 

A nice calming nature hike, it was what was needed for King. His job was a stressful one, although it was usually fulfilling, occasionally it was good for him to get out of his house, because of his job was so demanding King rarely had any time to himself he was either fighting fires or sleeping to recuperate. But this day was going to be different, he was going to get outside enjoy some nature and enjoy the summer heat he loved so much!

Strolling through the nature park was peaceful, then he heard it, the faint shriek of the word COLD! King can’t help himself as he begins to walk in the direction of the cry, he wasn’t looking for trouble he was just walking this way anyway! He thinks to himself, he was not going to get dragged into any life or death situations today, it was his day off but, just in case something did happen there was no harm in wondering towards where the sound had come from. 

King was wearing a pair of his old army camo pants with the billion pockets so he could bring with him all his snacks, King only really stopped eating to sleep and even then he often times woke up for snacks, with his black army issue lace up boots, a black singlet shirt that laid bare as much of his scarred tanned skin to the sun as possible, an old black baseball cap and his pair of aviator sunglasses. He also brought with him, of course, some basic emergency equipment in his backpack, a first aid kit, 100m of high tensile strength rope, a torch, some dehydrated rations and a water purifier and several bottles of water, King was always prepared, it was the service man in him, that and the weight didn’t really bother him, he liked a tiny bit of resistance, being a god with supernatural strength was at times a blessing. 

The closer he got, the clearer the sound of moving water became, this put a hint of hesitation in the back of his mind as King never learned how to swim, or was it that he was more incapable, he just kind of sank like a stone. But he pushed forward as the sound of the water became rougher and King started to jog. He got to the edge of the river and all he could see down the river a little was a head of blonde hair and a hand stuck firmly in the air. “HEY!?” King bellowed, his deep voice carrying through the valley. King threw off his backpack and he began to sprint; his glasses and cap went one after the other, tossed aside into the grass, then as he got close enough, he jumped into the fast moving water without hesitation.

The water was indeed very cold on his sun warmed skin, he had thought before he jumped in that the water had to of been deep as the person he saw being carried away was only a head, but no, his feet hit the rough uneven bottom of the river, leaving his arms and upper torso above the waters surface and he was able to use his strength to pull himself quickly through the water, fast enough to reach out and snatch the other by his upper arm. “Hold on to me! I got you!” King called out over the sound of the white water, true it wasn’t deep, but the water was moving fast against rocks so was very loud. 

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Starter reply;

King massaged the back of his neck as he bit his lip, looking at the truck kit laid out on the ground around his feet. He was deep cleaning the smaller fire car, it was a 4X4 SUV with the front cab and a flat bed. It was hot, the summer sun had been beating down and King had removed his shirt as he stripped the SUV and gave the outside a wash and was now about to start detailing the inside before he replaced the kit on the outside of the car. “Well... Boss doesn’t really like civilians touching any of our gear, but I think if you helped with the interior, he can’t get too mad.” King chuckled; the fire captain wasn’t there right now so it wasn’t like he was really taking any risks. 

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 Starter reply;

King was not a vain man, nor was he a self-conscious man, so when he heard the comment from the other as he worked out on the beach front on one of his few days off he hardly expected it to be directed at him. He was 6ft4, heavily muscled with a year-round tan, broad cannonball shoulders with long limbs and big hands, but with his physical perfection, came the ugliness of his reason for being.

When king was created it was to be nothing more than a good soldier, a yes man for others to use in their conquests, and King’s decision to not be a part of this, to go against the grain and live with mortal man, well that decision had left him scarred, literally. 

The thunder gods body was littered in scars, his torso was heavily covered in long slashes, the most prominent of which was made by a blessed blade, that ran from his right shoulder to his left hip like a sash, there were star shaped scars scattered over his body from numerous bullets that had hit their mark, King had fought in every war and had the stories and scars to prove it, there were small lines as well most often stab wounds, though one or two had been impalement.

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 Starter reply;

Kings arms pulled back quickly at the others defiant words, “Sir, I’m sorry if you dislike being touched but right now you are in danger!” King insisted, they didn’t have much time to talk about it, a small fire that had started in the cafeteria had quickly gotten out of control.

The department was told the building had been cleared by the alarms, but then another of the firemen had heard the kids whispering about how a professor of the school had gone back in to look for more students. This time King waited, under the watchful eye of his chief, it was difficult, but he waited at the ready until they knew a person was still in the building. When they received confirmation there was no holding King back. 

He was in the building and then in the cafeteria in no time, thankfully due to the fire doors being closed off, the fire had been contained to the cafeteria. The smoke inside was heavy and black, as oils, food and fats burned in the kitchen. King had found the professor on the ground, the poisonous fumes having gotten to the other god. It was obvious the other man was not entirely understanding of his situation. 

King smiled broadly at the other man's comment about rocking his world, the way the monkey spoke was so endearing. He followed the other through the ground easily enough, a part of him wanted to reach out and hold the other hand as they moved but he resisted. When they got to the bar King moved to lean on it along side Wukong as he ducked his head to listen to the other better, it was immensely loud here but he was courteous enough to not want to miss anything the other said. He nodded with a small smile, “Yeah, the island isn’t too big, I’ve gotten somewhat used to where everything is now.” he chatted with the other small talk was nice. “No not really, I typical am at the station and when I’m not there I’m catching up on sleep,” he shrugged a little, “I know I need to find a hobby or something.” he chuckled a little, he had always been a workaholic and his home was his happy place. 

King shook his head at the next question, “No not really, my body processes it quickly and i don't really feel the effects, because of my not feeling ability” he explained, “If I feel or look drunk then I’m probably approaching a toxic levels, so I stick to around 5 or 8 beers typically.” he admitted, he had been on a bender or two in his time, where he had thrown caution to the wind and tried to drink himself to death, the problem was it snuck up on him he would fee great for a long time then all at once his body would start to registered the alcohol and it would send him into shock.

Wukong’s face falling had him concerned more a moment before he turned to look behind him and saw the the directors coworker approaching them. King turned completely to greet the other fully, his hand itched to be held out for a shake but this was an american habit he needed to break. Instead King bowed his head a little in returned greeting, “Ah yes, please just call me King,” the thunder god smiled a little, “Caça, yes, I remember, thank you for your help in setting up the training...” he thanked the other again for working so efficiently with the department.

Pho’s reaction to Kings revelation was not by any means what he had expected, typically people would react with fear or at the very least caution, Pho couldn’t feel fear so he expected the caution, but it didn’t come, no, what came was arousal. The tremble that ran through the other gods body was not for the cold or for fear, it was excitement, King could feel Phobetor’s need coming off him at the very idea of being hurt. King was himself reluctant to use his power on anyone in any capacity, but seeing, hearing, and feeling Phobetor’s reaction made him almost instantly less frightened to lose control around the other god.

If King thought about it, it really did make sense, when Pho worked, his profession there was no doubt he had some… kinks, and King had seen every kink in some form or another in his time, all the time he had been alive he was bound to come across someone who discovered his power and was aroused by it.

Kings skin flushed a little at the others request for him to hurt him, now it was just his own shyness that would stop him, “I…I couldn’t” he muttered quietly as he looked away, “But Thank you for letting me know you aren’t…” he scoffed out a small laugh as he realised what he was about to say was silly, “Frightened of it…” he shrugged a little realising that wasn’t possible for Pho. But with that said, and everything that King had left holding him back, now out in the open, there was nothing stopping him from enjoying the moment with the beautiful man on his lap.

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Starter reply;

King heard the voice from lower down behind him, he was perched rather precariously on the side of the fire rig, doing some maintenance to one of the valves on the top, damn thing nearly got stuck closed on their last job. With one hand firmly holding on to a grip on the side of the rig King turned and looked down at Wukong, the monkey king was here again, in the middle of the day, when he was supposed to be at work, and no doubt Caca would be looking for him. 

King smiled down at the other man as he gazed up at him, Wukong had the prettiest eyes King had ever seen, so light and bright, full of life and laughter, his smile was the same everything about the other god drew King in so completely. “Order or request, I’m always happy to oblige.” King rumbled down to the monkey offering him one of his smiles that showed his rarely seen dimples. King let go of his grip on the rig and dropped down to be in front of the monkey, who to his credit didn’t even flinch, Wukong was good like that. Whether it was the confidence in himself, confidence in King or pure ignorance, King didn’t know, but he loved how in every way, even though Wukong knew just what King was capable of physically and otherwise, he was never scared of him. 

King smiled, if only just a little, that Zhiwei had had a father figure in his life, if that person was a good man and did right by the young demi-god then who the hell was king to try to replace him, no, he would never even attempt to do that. As grateful as he was that his child had had someone, it still hurt him to his core that he was not able to be that person for his children. 

But quickly that small amount of relief was gone as Zhiwei continued to speak, King felt hurt, though he had suspected it, that he was made out to be this monster to both his boys. “No...” he said on a soft rumble, “I have a theory that it was because I wasn’t...” he sighed sounding tired, “I was made to be a weapon, a cruel, uncaring, ruthless monster and I refused to be... I think that I am being punished for not wanting to play the games of gods.” he admitted then rubbed his face in his hands.

“To meetings of chance and you, old friend!” King’s glass met the others then he took a heavy gulp of his drink. “Landed here out of the army, I was across the pond, but questions started going around after the 30th or so year, so I had to hit the road, the road being one barge out of London, landed here and made my way across the country... Best thing about this country, it's easy to get lost and start again without really having to start again, if you know what I mean.” King was being vague, but he knew the other god knew what he meant.