【Monk】Divorce in Progress

【蒙克】离婚进行时

Kingsleyyy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55576162

Summary:

Klein sometimes thought that his marriage with Amon was like a random flip of a coin, a game, a bet, or a joke... anything was fine.

Notes:

Atypical divorce / ABO / NTR (Non-True Wife) / Caught in adultery, jealousy, and madness. Be careful, the plot will take a sudden and drastic turn.

Work Text:

"Ding Dong."

The clear and melodious chirping of birds came through the slowly opening door. The winter mornings at 160 Böklund Street were always accompanied by a cold wind. Klein half-opened and half-closed his eyes, subconsciously pulling the cashmere blanket draped over his body tighter.

This temperature difference was nothing in the old days, but life always needs a sense of ritual. The postman who woke him up with the doorbell had already left, and a bunch of roses with dew on them lay quietly on the mailbox.

The morning light sprinkled the petals white as moth wings, and outlined the fine hairs with golden lines. Mr. Fool moved the glass vase into a sunny corner, leaving his hands full of fresh fragrance. The white greeting card that fell out of the wrapping paper was gently smoothed and properly put away.

A new day, a new bouquet of flowers.A new crow flapped its wings and flew up from the yard. Amon lay in the still warm bed, squinting his eyes.

Klein sometimes thought that his marriage with Amon was like a random flip of a coin, a game, a bet, or a joke... anything was fine.

People always say that Alpha-Omega marriages are natural, so to others, they appear to have a happy family: a wealthy, well-mannered Alpha husband, and a gentle, culinary Omega wife. You ask about the children? The fortuneteller's secret puppet and the thief's doppelganger take turns in the show, ensuring the performance is just right.

Apart from a few tight-lipped gods, who would have thought that they were still playing cat and mouse more than a decade ago, and having sex was just an accident when resisting the starry sky?

When the polluted god regained consciousness, the scalding, milky, thick fluid poured seamlessly into the tender cavity. The damned instinct for cohesion forced the Omega to open its body without reservation, allowing the pursuing blasphemer to exploit the opportunity and penetrate its deepest, softest part. The massive knot stretched the soft, red cavity to the shape of a ripe plum, and the gushing tide of fluids completely soaked it.

Tears filled the god's face in disbelief.

"It's a piece of cake." The Son of God easily withdrew, kindly supporting the god's still-trembling legs. The messy juices soaked His robes, and His tentacles, also dripping with water, reluctantly hooked around the Time Angel's wrist.

What a mess, Mr. Fool thought.

Even until the blasphemer's tentacles considerately reached into his sore and soft abdomen and dug out the semen bit by bit, he was unable to recover from this terrible confusion...Of course, he was unable to escape the repeated climaxes.

Although, for most Omegas, the experience of being fully marked was extremely precious in their lives, it was simply terrible for Mr. Fool, but he should still thank Amon for his thoughtful "consideration".

The probability of a fully marked pregnancy is 99.9%, but Klein simply couldn't imagine giving birth to a new life during such a tense war, and he was even more unwilling to accept his cherished anchor becoming a chip on the gods' gambling table.

He wondered if his past, devoid of humanity, could be a competent parent. As for Amon, a mythical creature born from the beginning, He clearly did not welcome offspring. Sex was dull to Him; He simply delighted in watching him, tormented by his uncontrollable instincts until he turned to him for help. He enjoyed whipping him into shameful, lewd behavior with his penis in bed, then smiling as he cruelly scraped out layer after layer of sticky semen.

So why did they end up in this marriage together? Klein sighed inwardly and opened the oven. The rich aroma of cream washed away his irritation. He carefully poured out the cake base, pinched a corner of the baking paper with his fingertips, and was about to peel it off—

A hand with distinct knuckles reached around his waist, its broad palm covering the back of his hand. Klein paused at the perfect moment, a soft voice echoing in his ears:"Don't remove the baking paper yet. Prolonged direct contact with air can affect the texture of the cake."

Warm breath brushed against the tip of his ear, and the man's slender fingers happened to be stuck between his fingers, caressing them intentionally or unintentionally, as if he would interlock his fingers with his in the next second...

It's a little itchy. Mr. Fool blinked and silently pulled his hand away.The pastry chef behind him, his smile unwavering, gazed at the delicate white nape of her neck, his nose moving silently.A faint, almost inaudible sweetness emanated, like... a flower bud about to bloom.

The comfortable and peaceful time allowed Mr. Fool to rediscover many of his hobbies, exploring delicious food being one of them. Satisfying his appetite could also be considered nourishing the few remaining bits of his humanity.

Although this newly opened dessert shop on the corner is hidden in a secluded location, the food tastes quite good, especially the soft and fluffy cream cake, which conquered Mr. Fool's taste buds with just one bite and became his afternoon tea time recently.

Perhaps because there were few customers, the only pastry chef and store manager was particularly warm to him. Not only did he give him desserts for free, but he also adjusted the recipe according to his taste.

When the pastry chef offered to teach him how to bake a cake for the fourth time, Klein looked at the table filled with various mini cream cakes, including Black Forest and Red Velvet. He picked up the sweet iced tea to hide his drooling, then nodded shamelessly.

Under the patient guidance of the pastry chef, the cream cake making process progressed smoothly to the step of coating the cake. However, even a smart person like Mr. Fool would find it difficult to fully master the skills of using the spatula and turntable on the first try.

Thanks to this, the pastry chef finally got what he wanted and held Klein's hands. With the man's help, the cream was evenly spread.

The young man's skin was soft and delicate, feeling wonderful to the touch. The pastry chef suppressed his urge to play with it and leaned closer to his shoulder and neck. The advantage of their similar height was fully demonstrated at this moment. The pastry chef's lips were pressed against the young man's ear. The man explained each key point word by word slowly and gently.

The magnetic bass pierced his ears, evoking a lingering tingling sensation. Like a frightened cat, Klein's back suddenly stiffened, then gradually slumped, gradually losing himself in this gentle soothing sensation. He recalled the ASMR sensation that had been popular before the First Age and wondered, somewhat quirkily, if this was what they called cranial massage? No wonder people were so fascinated by it...

The cat's head tilted upwards from the pleasant, sour sensation. Its snow-white cheeks tinged with the faint pink of a ripe peach. Its amber-clear eyes narrowed slightly, a charming glint shimmering in them.Concentrated in his recollections, he didn't notice the intimacy between him and the pastry chef. From an outsider's perspective, their whispers rubbing against each other, their hands working in perfect harmony, they looked like a loving couple.

Outside the polished glass display case, a man casually fiddled with a white rose in his hand. The glass lens of his right eye gleamed slightly, and a perfectly composed smile played on his lips. The feather-like petals trembled, unable to fall.

The gentleman was wearing a black classical robe and a pointed hat of the same color. His retro clothing, which was out of place among the passers-by, should have been very conspicuous, but passers-by ignored him.It was like an inadvertent mistake.

"Brother, are you a florist?" Suddenly, a slight pulling force came from the hem of the robe. Amon lowered his head and saw the cute little girl blinking, her innocent face full of curiosity.

"Mom said that people who are alone and holding roses are usually flower sellers, right?"

The blasphemer paused, the curve of his mouth deepened. He slowly squatted down until he was looking into the girl's honey-colored eyes that looked very similar to someone else's.

"How about I perform a magic trick for you?" He answered the question irrelevantly.

Like a salute to cheer for a magician, the fluffy white petals exploded and scattered, frightening the little girl so much that she trembled and covered her eyes with her hands.

She peeked out cautiously from between her fingers. Her evil-minded brother had a smile on his face. Tiny white petals were floating in the air like a sudden winter snow, passing through the biting cold wind, light, fragile and fleeting.

At some point, the fear and anger in her heart...even the doubts she had before suddenly disappeared, as if they had never existed. She patted her hot cheeks and whispered:

"Thank you, brother..."

After bidding farewell to the little girl, the Blasphemer patted his spotless robes, turned around, and once again looked into the glass window. After the light on his right eye lens flashed, his pure black eyes were left with only darkness.

In an inconspicuous corner, the clean petals fell into a puddle full of dust, becoming dirty and muddy.The carriage rushed past, crushing and tearing the already tattered flowers, and rolling into the stinking sewer with the same scattered branches.

The corners of His mouth were pulled straight, without any smile on His face.

Klein wiped the spatula with a paper towel, and suddenly, his spirituality was slightly touched. He raised his head suddenly, and saw a figure standing outside the window. The dazzling afternoon sunlight gathered behind him, immersing him in the shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Mr. Fool put down the spatula and fixed his gaze on His face.

"What's wrong?" The pastry chef walked out of the storage room carrying a package. Klein subconsciously glanced back at the man and said nothing.

The excess sunlight gradually faded away, and the face of the angel of time gradually appeared. He pushed down his monocle, with a relaxed smile on his lips, just as always.

You don't invite me in? He mouthed.

...Mr. Fool frowned quickly and walked forward to open the door of the dessert shop.

There is a saying that there are always more uninvited guests in fate than invited guests.

As the two men, who looked remarkably identical and wore identical smiles, faced each other in silence, this sentence popped up in Klein's mind.

The one who broke the silence was the pastry chef Amon. He touched the bottom edge of his right monocle, which was stained with a little flour, and stretched out his hand. His fingertips slowly stroked Klein's forearm, and finally hooked on the protruding wrist bone.

It looked a bit like a snake. The clone's hand hooking around his, and the original's icy gaze reminded Mr. Fool of some kind of reptile that was good at bewitching people. His long-standing fear of snakes sent a chill down his spine.

"Mr. Fool, let's wrap the cake and then entertain this guest, shall we?" The clone caressed Klein's wrist affectionately and spoke in a coquettish tone. But He narrowed His eyes and focused His gaze on the original body.

The main body raised the corner of his mouth with interest, and his shiny leather shoes left a light and heavy shoe print on the carefully selected carpet. He stepped forward and took Klein's other hand, and the wedding rings on their ring fingers collided, making a crisp sound.

"Thank you for your trouble. I'm afraid that for Mr. Fool, packaging is just a matter of snapping fingers, right?" The original body did not look at the clone. His gaze gradually moved upward from the wedding ring, and finally stopped at Mr. Fool's eyes.

As his gaze moved, the polite smile on his lips inexplicably became more real, and his dark pupils seemed to be stained by the reflection of the lenses, and even had a sense of affection, like a gentle and kind husband taking his wife home.

"My dear lady, it's time to go home." He said softly.

Where did he learn this trick from... Klein used the clown's ability to suppress the heat on his face and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

What the fortune teller didn't expect was that the pastry chef was not to be outdone, and simply turned his head and stared at him with the same deep affection. Both his hands were clenched at the same time, and the extremely sweet gazes on both sides were like two sharp knives, lying across Mr. Fool's neck, forcing him to make a decision.

Please kill me. Mr. Fool is sweet and painful.

He was like a cookie stuck between Amon and Amon, no matter which way he jumped he would be dead.

Any customer in the dessert shop who watched this atypical family ethics drama would be horrified by the absurd and unbelievable drama.

In fact, it was the pastry chef Amon who broke the deadlock first. The not-so-long confrontation ended with a disdainful sneer. The clone let go of Klein, raised his hands and clapped, sighing sincerely:

"Your Excellency, your fraudulent tactics of pretending to be a caring lover are still so old-fashioned." "He" moved, walked behind Klein, and casually lifted up a few strands of hair.

"But do you know...what flavor of cake our lady likes? How many ice cubes should be added to sweet iced tea? What is the best ratio of cream and ice cream?"the clone asked casually, combing the fortune teller's soft hair gently with his fingers, then, lifting the ends, leaning over and sniffing the Omega's light but fascinating sweet scent.

The original body's gaze became deeper and deeper, like a needle-like gaze nailed on the back of Klein's neck, causing a shiver of coldness. Mr. Fool hesitantly reached back and wanted to dissuade the pastry chef, but the clone took advantage of the situation and happily held his hand again.

Klein heard the pastry chef's joyful laughter, and then, almost instantly, his eyes widened involuntarily.

"Hmm!"

The hot and wet tongue licked the extremely sensitive glands of the Omega, and the action was almost cruel and gentle - it was rare here, and it could even be said that it had never been treated so gently. The precious intimacy of the Alpha immediately defeated Mr. Fool. He clamped his legs together in trembling, and his neck raised in an arc like a dying swan.

What woke him up from the soreness that swept through his body was a faint sound coming from behind. Like a pair of leather shoes accidentally stepping on jelly on the street, a neat "snap" sound...

The Lord of Mysteries certainly knows what this means.

His spiritual intuition told him several times without getting tired of it, just as he knew that Amon's real body would come today. He slightly stretched his stiff back and selectively avoided the tragic death of the Time Worm behind him.

Amon, the only one left here, picked up the Time Worm as if nothing had happened, threw it on the counter, and washed it with clean water that he had stolen from somewhere.The sequence of the Pastry Chef's clone was not low, and the giant worm body was stepped on flat by Him. Klein inexplicably thought of a spring that had reached its compression limit... Anyway, it was a bit funny. Under his gaze, the Blasphemer picked up the spatula and gestured along the twelve dim circles.

Klein's temple began to throb.

The natural mythical creature slowly cut open the body he had killed with his own hands, his face was normal, as if he did not feel the pain of splitting his soul - who knows? He is not the omniscient God, and Mr. Bug is not Klein Moretti who will be close to losing control because of the death of the soul worm. The useless concern may only make Amon happy, in a teasing sense.

Mr. Fool's lips moved, but he still couldn't speak, and he missed the best opportunity to stop Amon.

The Blasphemer hummed an unknown melodious tune and finished making a transparent cake with the Time Worm as the raw material. His slender hands swung gracefully, and the spatula flew past, "poof" penetrating the previously made cream cake.It hit the bull's eye. He picked up the spatula and scraped the smooth layer of cream into a mess. The carefully decorated fruit slices fell down and broke into pieces, and the juice flowed through the cream, leaving deep and shallow marks. After repeating several times, the delicate cream cake was completely unrecognizable, and then, under the interested gaze of the Son of God, it collapsed as if it could not bear the weight.

An absurd thought popped up in Klein's mind -could the Lord of Mysteries empathize with a piece of cake?

This was certainly not a special cake, and even the quiet spiritual intuition thought it was insignificant. It was just a shabby debut that Mr. Fool carefully completed with Amon for the first time on the occasion of Amon's birthday, at the invitation of the pastry chef, to celebrate the birthday of a beautiful family.

Fooling the spirit of time can return it to the moment it was first made. If he pursues the sense of accomplishment of making it by himself and completing it in one go, or continues to "indulge in the game of pretending to be a human being" (Amon's comment), the remaining time will be enough for him to prepare a better one.

But something in his decorative heart collapsed along with the cake.

In fact, Klein knew very well that the clone's pursuit of him was just a competition game. When he was exhausted by the physiological reaction of the gonads, Amon didn't even give him a glance, let alone their daily interactions. The carefully decorated residence was no different from a hotel. They had nothing to do with each other during the day, and only hugged each other briefly at night... Ha, they were not like partners except for having sex.

In Amon's eyes, he was inferior to Amon. It sounded strange, but Amons were always like this - they found some fun, or excitement, in fighting with each other. It didn't matter whether they were fighting for a quill, a dead cat, a human, or a god.

He was just a gambler who was greedy for tenderness, pretending to be the biggest beneficiary of the game of Amon and others, openly enjoying the limited-time pursuit that was being fought over. Amon's jealous look always made him feel that he was surrounded by luxurious love. After all, as long as Amon wanted, He was the most gentle and caring lover and husband in the world... provided that He wanted to.

A marriage or love woven with mistakes, illusions and self-comfort is doomed to be nothing, so he takes every step carelessly and loses everything.

But he just wanted to have a sweet dream for a while.

Mr. Fool did not sigh. Tiredness and brightness disappeared in the eyes of the god. He took off the ring on his ring finger and said calmly to the Angel of Time:"It's a bit boring, Amon... It's time to end this marriage game."

The blasphemer's movements stopped instantly.

So what the hell is this a breakup... a divorce?

Mr. Fool thought irrationally. He should have grafted the inferior instincts of Omega before Alpha released pheromones that were so thick that they were solidified, instead of allowing himself to be controlled and tamed for the sake of the unrealistic fantasies in his heart as always.

Now, the blasphemer fucked him in such an inhuman way, the hideous penis moving in and out cruelly, whipping the soft flesh of his hole until it was ripe and red, as tragic as a crushed flower. The Omega's instinct was desperately submissive, squeezing out the rotten flower juice from his penis and spraying it everywhere like a treasure, stream after stream, even a broken faucet would not be so obscene.

But that was the first time he saw some human emotions on Amon's easygoing face - the Lord of Mysteries knew that it was not a deception, but genuine astonishment and panic - he was inevitably stunned. He could only accept the bitter consequences of his own actions.

Shameless. Klein evaluated himself, but he did not bite his lower lip in embarrassment as usual. He allowed the embarrassing whimpers and charming sounds of water to echo in the room, allowed the Son of God to bend his body into a posture more promiscuous than a slut, and allowed the flesh to dig into the fragile reproductive cavity, turning it upside down and gushing out.

"Mmm... Ah!... Ha..." The penis pushed the lower abdomen into an exaggerated arc. Amon mercilessly turned Klein over while it was deeply embedded in the uterine cavity. Just as He expected, the soft cavity suddenly convulsed passionately, and the waist and legs trembled like flowers rustling in the rain. The tide of passion surged out, forming wet puddles on the bed sheets.

How passionate, how obedient, how much like an Omega who deeply loves his partner.

The eyes soaked with tears were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and the slender and beautiful limbs were obedient to the point of being boring. The blasphemer's humiliation was even more brutal. The monocle knocked mottled purple marks on the white flesh, and the blood solidified in the teeth marks.

But Klein was no longer the ancient scholar whose face would be distorted by pain, and this could not shake him in the slightest. When the angel was committing violence, he was like a confused beast. He heard a faint sound, plop, plop...

The decorative heart of the mythical creature began to beat.

If He had the time, He would have said it was very interesting. But these new experiences, including the strong and strange emotions that humans call anxiety or anger, flowing in his chest, caused waves of roars that almost deafened Him. It wastoo abnormal... Was it the removed ring, the closed Sefirah Castle, or the empty manor with only Him as a guest that He was unwilling to accept? The Son of God had no way of knowing.

But when He wanted to say something, His throat seemed to be stuck with glue.

Amon thought about his feelings for Mr. Fool.

How would humans define him? He rubbed his chin with interest. Possessiveness might be a more appropriate description. It was difficult for him to find a toy as interesting as Klein. He fell into his trap every time, but he escaped from his hands easily.

What He liked most was the incredulous and ashamed expression of the fortune teller. Seeing him actively using his soft body to please his mortal enemy, his amber eyes were lit up with anger, and the tears of humiliation were even more sparkling against the background.The angel found this scene extremely moving.

Even though it was the original body that lost his life in the game, who made Him so confident? He pressed his empty right eye socket, and the corner of his mouth curled up little by little. In His sight, a faint light path spread out from His body, extending all the way to the spiritual world.

So what if he is the supreme Lord of Mysteries? He still caught him. Amon, who replaced the original body, played with the wedding ring on his ring finger and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

So Amon never thought that when Klein proposed divorce in a voice as quiet as dead water—

He will lose control.

Mr. Fool wandered in the endless atrocities. Why did they enter the grave of marriage together? He thought of Adam's smile, and the rare worry in his bad friend Russell's blue eyes. The Black Emperor said, Xiao Zhou, I am worried about you.

He thought about it until he heard a painful gasp and something cold hit him.

A natural mythical creature would not make such a sound, unless He was playing a game of pretending to be a human. Mr. Fool opened his eyes in a daze.Amon always used His innate politeness to express his contempt for humans - He would only laugh with satisfaction, calling Klein's stubborn habit "Mr. Fool's harmless and interesting habit."

But... Klein stared at the deeply furrowed brows of the Son of God. The angel pinched his hips with such force that it was like he was holding a lifeline. He felt the trembling of his fingertips, and even his heart began to tremble.

One after another, Time Worms fell from the Son of God's face and hit his bruised and purple chest. Transparent and glowing.

They really look like tears, Klein thought.

He remembered the reason why they entered the grave of marriage together. After the young old days resisted the starry sky, suffered pollution and eliminated it, and lost themselves to save the world, it is conceivable that humanity is crumbling. The traditional and strong connection between AOs became the most stable anchor rope. For a long time, the Lord of Mystery who was breathing in the source castle could only see the dazzling light path, just like the light of the end of the world in the prophecy.

This was a unique mistake. Amon's malicious prank... irrevocably became a lifeline for the gods above the sequence.

How ironic. Mr. Fool curled his lips. The Omega nature that he had not given up for self-preservation was longing for Alpha, and he... he admitted that after the hasty Fool's journey that pushed his relatives and friends far away, he also longed for a close relationship that was strong enough to awaken his dying humanity.

It was bound to become a marriage that had nothing to do with purity, involving pain, excitement, shared interests, mutual calculations, the gambler's effect... everything that might be conducive to saving humanity. And he had to abide by two principles: first, they were accomplices, and second, he was doomed to lose everything.

The Lord of Mysteries nodded to the Creator who called himself his old father.

After all, there are no winners in love.

How to stop the divorce process? The worm of time will seize the loophole. In the astonished eyes of Mr. Fool, He will block the only pregnant cavity that is tender to Him with thick sperm. The offspring will be completely anchored in the old humanity, from body to heart. And the girl He met today made Him feel that it might be nice to have an offspring as interesting as him... As long as this moment can be stopped, everything will be fine.

The Lord of Mysteries would choose the way of humans. He sighed softly, smoothed the brows of the Son of God, leaned over and kissed his trembling lips.

At that moment, a wrong thought flashed through the angel's mind -this moment was an eternity that could not be stolen.