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In there motel room, The demon is in top of Cuphead.
Before al this shit happened:
Bendy just had a blot attack a few hours ago and feels like shit; he needs to hold on to something.
He go on Cup's room in the middle of the night; Cup doesn't sleep and had no problem getting up and opening the motel room door.
Before he can react, the chain appears around his neck and he is pulled forward.
"Can I come in?" It's not like he can refuse. And he wouldn't like to be alone with his thoughts either.
Better with bad company than alone.
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Now they are here.
His teeth are in the flesh, but that's not it flesh, is porcelian,an that is crunchy. under the teeth.
Bendy even't noticed how sweet his blood, when he kissed him, it taste like delicious monshine but his blood is different. Sweet in all the word, an addictive like a drug.
His teeth bites his arm harder, hears his delicate skin crackle beneath it, still remembers when all his blood soaked his face, Bendy didn't taste it at that moment but if he had would have killed him again to eat.
Cup scream but not fight back, he never fight back now, is his property. something that can be used, something can kill. The chain around his neck betrays him; even if he were to kill Bendy right now, he wouldn't be free, he would go to hell for being a sinner. It doesn't matter if he has to endure a little longer even if it hurts.
Bendy want to kill him in stared, he never like him, he is a criminal with blood in his hands an he hurt his brother, How could he forgive him? He didn't feel bad about hurting him to taste his blood. He wish he were still fucking dead.
But not now...now Cuphead belongs to him and he can do anything warever he want with him, His teeth pierce harder, and when he can he tears off a piece of the porcelain; he doesn't like the taste of that, the only thing he want is the blood that drips out.
He tightens the chain, Cup doesn't have time to scream, he's quite, it's humiliating. When he just can see the demon on top of him, His eyes struggle to stay open, Bendy notice and he smiles to him, with all the cover on his own blood. Cup just can try stay safe or at last felt safe. He smiles too, weakly. He can do noting more.
He just see, how Bendy chew his own porcelain an just spits it, he just want the blood, He stares hungrily at the deep...and open wounds left by his sharp teeth, and lunges forward to devour the blood. His long tongue licks the blood.
Cup gasp, he can fell it, he can fell all the touge, it fells gross, he dont want this, but dont scream, its bendy revenge for all he done, be killed it's not enough, he needs suffer, for of all the horrible shit he's done since he was a child and it doesn't let him sleep peacefully.
Cuphead deserve this, and swallows all his words, while he fells the touge burning in his wound without doint anything, The pain feels like his chest is being ripped open and he is playing with his stomach, but don't want to sound dramatic, so let's just say it hurts like a kiss. convincing himself that he deserves this.
Bendy dont think well, he is...drunk, in all the sweet blood, like sugar on his touge, all his kisses before. and all the hate he can fell for him, like he felt with Dandy, a mixture of envy, hatred, even love, suggestive, it's not that it's clear Bendy can't be clear even with himself for everything.
All of that recent frustration comes out...the hatred towards Dandy, the frustration with himself, the blot, the hatred for Cuphead. He wants to kill Cuphead because he can't kill himself for being weak. But it's better to feel powerful even on the verge of death.
Bendy overflows like a waterfall, and Cuphead is the river. Cuphead is Bendy's lie of control over something, even though his fate is sealed; he's going to die, no matter what. And the uncertainty makes him even hungrier, hungier for power, por anything.
Bendy teeth He practically grazed a deeper part, literally his bone, hursts like a bullet. Cuphead didn't make a sound; he couldn't. Bendy was pulling the chain, leaving him almost breathless. His tongue kept eating him, not caring how much it hurt, pretending not to notice his trembling beneath his touch, and not caring about swallowing his blood like a wild animal.
Cuphead wasn't even looking, He doesn't dare look at how he's been drenched, he just turned his head slightly. up and down, whenever he saw, anything for try and dream for a scape right now.
and ,looked at the lamp on the tablebeside. Just look at that. And thinking it looks like a teapot, sounds funny. And that's enough to not think about what's happening now.
Bendy gasps as he swallows, lost in the taste as his lips suck the blood. In some ways, they are not so different.
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and several minutes pass until he gets tired, Bedny simply not find the feeling of power geartful anymore, gets on his knees, rising above him looking at him and there is only silence There is blood and pieces of porcelain all over the bed.
Cuphead doesn't look at him, he is too focused on the lamp. to realize that it's all over.
Bendy releases the chain and he reacts, the chain disappears
They both look at each other for a moment, empty.
and smile at each other, also empty,
Somehow, although it felt cruel, it felt warm.
Bendy is the first to speak.
"Sorry for this...you taste sweet."
Bendy slowly approaches to try and grab his injured arm, but Cuphead quickly moves his arm away.
"Don't worry, it heals on its own."
He smiles broadly, and once again there's that emptiness that gnaws at the skin, the face, the soul.
Neither of them is truly happy, and even if the feeling were real, it's just a supporting role, something they invent to avoid seeing beyond each other. And neither of them wants to talk about that.
"Fine...see ya." He just says, looks away, gets out of bed, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Cuphead stay on the bed and lies down, staring at the ceiling.
them says anything more. Bendy leaves the room.
On his way to his own room, he glances out the motel hallway window at his own reflection, carefully wiping the blood from his mouth. Small drops remained on his shirt.
Bendy just hoping Boris won't ask if he sees him in the morning. If he did, he wouldn't really care; would be a hypocrite cause Boris eat meat. As hypocritical as lecturing Boris when he's a demon.
and Cuphead looks at the lamp. It's shaped like a teapot , it reminds him of his home.
Even if this feels like a fucking a race to kill each other and see who has the power, when in reality they are just running away.
They wouldn't want anything more.
The only thing they can think about each other is.
"I love you."