Devil Darling [Lore chapter]

Bendy's POV

Well it's been a while now and me and Sammy have been...seeing each other?

I'm not exactly sure what to call this I just know I like doing it. I know I just like him. No matter how cheesy it sounds. At the moment we are both sitting on my bed.

"Devil Darling?" Sammy says tugging on my arm.

Oh yeah. He's been calling me that alot. I don't know why but it always gets to me and I can feel my face flush.

"Y-yeah toots?" I say as he still holds onto my hand. "Your awfully quiet."

Well maybe that's because we've had sex three times already and I don't know if I'm in love with you or if I just want to have sex with you.

"Was there something on your mind?" He giggles. "I hope it's not me."

"Oh it definitely is you." I blurt out without realizing what I said. "N-no wait I mean yeah of course I think of you! But wait no it wasn't I wasn't-"

Sammy reaches up and kisses me silent. I instantly melt into it. There's something so genuine about the way Sammy kisses me. "Alright, My Lord."

I wish he'd stop calling me that. Just call me Bendy.

"I'll be leaving now, was there anything you needed before I left?" Sammy said as he scooted to the end of the large bed pulling his suspender straps up.

"Leaving? Where are you going?"

"Ah well, you know your Prophet has his certain duties as well."

He's definitely going to go speak to that angel bastard. Not that I want to stop him from doing what he wants.

I just want him here.

I don't say anything about it and I meet him at the edge of the bed. "Well, if you must."

Sammy gives me a a cute smile and as he starts to walk away I grab his arm. He looks down at my hand. "M-my Lord?" I pull him back up to the bed and I give him another kiss. I just want to savor him before he leaves.

"Bye Samuel Lawrence~" I sigh out.

"I'll be seeing you soon My Lord." He says back waving and walking out the room.

There's someone I need to talk about this to. Someone we all know and love.

The Projectionist.

So I guess I lied when I said we all love. This little jerk is just someone I can easily tell my problems too without him blurting it out to someone else. He's also a funny little bastard.

So yeah, I need to talk to him. I stand from my bed walking to the wall Sammy had dressed up for me. It's always nice when he draws me these little pentagrams.

I walk into the wall through the circle and I faze into it. The only way I know how to explain what it looks like in here is saying it's dark almost pitch black but you can see everything. Everything that moves glows this bright gold color. I finally see the Projectionist after walking through this plane for a good minute.

I faze through the wall in beside him and a little desk. He falls back startled. He's in a room that was built for the script writers of the show.

"Woops, did I scare ya?" I laugh.

P quickly stands up walking back to the desk he was using. He grabs his pen and starts writing aggressively.

"I'm still not used to the Ink Demon visiting me without intentions to kill me."

After I finish reading I laugh. "I'm not used to it either y,know."

He writes something else down. "Well, would you stop it with all the barging in whenever you want? Would it kill you to knock on the door?"

I guess I can

"Sure I can bud." I say full stepping outside of the wall patting his shoulder. He flinches. "Woah are you good?"

He picks up his pen again and writes."Sorry that's the first time you touched me in a non threatening way." He writes really fast.

"Oh, my bad." I say taking my hand off of his shoulder.

This is weird. I'm not used to people talking so friendly with me usually they either run or try to fight me. Which I always like a good duel but there's no one I've tried to kill.

Well that was until The Projectionist. He was the closest thing to a actual enemy for a long time. He kept trying to get to Henry before I could and even before that he was alot stronger than any other threat in the building.

If you don't count the deranged Alice Angel. She's a psycho with a good grip on her abilities but she's also afraid of me.

The Projectionist taps me and I jump. I guess I was daydreaming. He holds a paper to my face. "I assume you wanted to talk about something?"

I nod. "Yeah it's about Sammy."

He writes. "Again."

"Yes again! I have some complicated feelings I need to talk to someone about. Someone that isn't Sammy."

He nods and pats the chair beside him kicking it my way. I sigh.

"I have no idea if I'm in love with him or not. I don't want to get his hopes too high."

P holds another paper to my face. "I'm pretty sure you already did that."

"I-i didn't mean to. I just-"

P taps my arm and shakes his head. He then begins writing.

"You have to ask yourself if your in love with him. All I know is that you act like you are."

I sigh again. "Why is this so difficult."

P pokes at me holding a piece of paper. "Because you keep making it."

I laugh. "So should I tell Sammy I'm in love with him or should I hold off?"

P holds a piece of paper up. "Hold off until your ready and sure. Otherwise you'll break his heart. Also, you should probably stop sleeping with him until then."

"How did you-"

P flips the paper around. "Sammy talks to me too."

"Well, it might actually be difficult to not sleep with him..." I say scratching the back of my neck.

P writes down on the paper once more. "Why?"

"Because he gets to me very easily. I-if he wants it, it's very hard to say no to him."

The Projectionist sighs. "You'll have to endure it Bendy. You can't keep leading him on if your not sure this is what you want." He writes on the paper.

I breathe in and out calmly. "Okay. I'll say no to him next time."

Which surprise, wasn't that long after I left the Projectors room. I waved to him and walked back into the hall emotionally exhausted.

I almost get to my throne room just ready for a nap when I'm hugged from behind. This is when the struggle began.

"Hey my Devil Darling~"

Yep it was Sammy and he definitely wanted to fuck.

"H-h-hello Sammy" I say freezing in place. I'm not ready to say no to him.He starts rubbing circles on my lower back sending shivers up my spine. Then he starts rubbing my tail which caused me to yelp and push him off of me turning around.

He gives me a confused look. "My Lord are you okay?" The Prophet holds his hands together.

"I-i uh Sammy, m-my Prophet. I can't a-actually do this right n-now." I say stuttering out the sentence.

He walks up to me and holds my hands rubbing my palms. "Forget doing it, tell me what's wrong." His concern looked so genuine, I had no choice but to spill.

"S-sammy I'm trying to figure out some r-really confusing f-feelings I have for you." I say looking down at him. Sammy gives me a patient smile and nods.

"S-so as to not believe I-i'm leading you o-on, I can't keep sleeping with you..." I say quietly. "I have to figure t-this out."

Sammy gives me a hug. Which I completely melt into. "S-sammy?" "My Lord, you shouldn't feel scared to tell me things like this. I completely understand." He stands back up and pats my arm. "I will give you this time not out of respect for you as my Savior but as my friend. Thanks for trusting me with this, My Lord."

I sigh out of relief. "No problem Sam. I'll let you know when I'm ready."

"Okay My Lor-" I grab his face.

"Please for the love of Satan stop calling me that. It's just Bendy."

"B-but your My Lor-" I squeeze his face. "No I'm your friend!"

I sigh. "Please just call me Bendy, I don't mind nicknames just don't call me that."

He grabs my wrists and smiles. "Okay Bendy." I melt at his genuine smile under that goofy mask. Then the question popped into my head. How long could I go without Sammy?

That question scared me. We had been attached at the hip for almost two weeks now and he's suddenly gonna give me space. "Oh Satan." I whisper.

"Well, I'll be seeing you Bendy." Sammy smiled and waved. "Please take your time and take care of yourself."

As he walked away it took everything in my power not to grab his hand, lead him to my bed, and just-

I'VE GOT TO STOP THIS. I need this time, I have to figure out if I love him. If anything, I'm scared of breaking Sammy's heart. That's the absolute worst situation I can think of.

I walk into my throne room fazing into the closed off room. No one can get in here unless I carry them in here which is why I'm sure this is where I can get the most thinking in.

I flop onto the large bed. "Uggggggh" I groan out. I didn't think this would be so hard. I also didn't think I'd want Sammy in my bed so badly.

This is starting to reflect on my personality.

I sit there staring at the ceiling. "Oh Sammy I already miss you."

"I-i want to say I love you but I don't know for sure yet. I mean, I love everything you do, Everytime you touch me it sends shivers up my spine." I say talking to the air.

"Your amazing really." I sigh.

Then I close my eyes slowly, thinking of Sammy as I drift off.

[Had to give you a little insight into Bendy's mind. Don't worry more smut is on the way. :D]