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Since their little “encounter” at the inn, Mugman wasn’t sure how to feel about Boris and Shelly. For whatever reason, he decided to avoid them a bit. After all, it was terrifying.
His first-ever relationship wasn’t even a relationship! He just got fucked by two of his five friends! What in the hell was he supposed to do?
Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to hide how awkward he felt around them. At this point, the only person whom Mugman could be around comfortably was Cuphead. And while he loved his brother an awful lot, he knew he couldn’t keep hanging around only him again.
Besides, he did quite like what was going on between him, Shelly, and Boris. He just had no clue how to talk to them without thinking about that night. And he really didn’t need to pop a boner during their long walks.
Not to mention, Boris hadn’t been looking him in the eye as of late. Which mugman, being the forever overthinker, assumed that Boris thought he was whoreish. Who wouldn’t after that night? And He fully let them do whatever they wanted to him, how in the hell was anyone supposed to see him any way other than a slut?
Nevertheless, they continued their journey until one warm summer night. It was far too hot to stay in all their layers; besides, at this point, most were comfortable with each other enough to be shirtless… except for Mugman.
While Cuphead, Boris, and Bendy went down to their shorts without shirts, and Shelly was in her undershirt, Mugman stayed in his full zip-up. which was obviously uncomfortable. Yet, not even Cuphead could get him to take it off.
This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Of course, it wasn’t a direct attempt to act like a petulant child, and Cuphead knew this. When things like this happened, it was most likely just Mugman’s own way of making himself feel safe. Not that the others were well informed of what the cup-brothers had done. Just how many people had they killed, just how many had suffered by their hands? It made sense in their own twisted way.
A bit later while Cuphead and Boris snuck off to the river, and Shelly began on dinner, it left bendy and Mugman all on their lonesome. And while Bendy tried not to pry too much, he couldn’t help but be confused as to why Mugman wouldn’t just go in his under armor.
“Hey mugs..?” The demon looked at the mug, watching him up and down for a moment before returning to his eyes “you hot?”
Mugman just signed, trying to ignore the demon “no, I’m fine, just bored…I’m gonna go find Cuphead.”
Bendy could tell something was off, he just couldn’t tell what it was yet. Either way, it felt ridiculous. Why couldn’t this guy just relax!
Bendy decided to speak up, not wanting to watch this idiot destroy himself mentally. “Hey, wait, get back here.”
Mugs turned around, he was obviously a little bit sweaty due to the heat and just looked miserable. “What is it now?”
“Whoa man, you look like yur’ meltin!” Bendy was shocked. It was hot, but just how much clothing could that mug be wearing?
After an almost hour-long debate, Bendy finally got mugs to remove some of his clothing, and dear god, he was beautiful to the ink demon. Sure, his porcelain skin was cracked and obviously glued over, but damn, Mugs had quite a toned and beautiful body. Plus, he had bite marks on him, which wasn’t what Bendy had expected, but he sure wasn’t complaining.
Well, he wasn’t complaining until he realized that the bite marks he held on him were of a wolf variety. Bendy immediately could tell that it was from his beloved younger and shy brother, Boris. “YOU BANGED MY LITTLE BROTHER?!” he shouted far too loudly for Mugman’s own personal comfort.
“Shhhhh, shut the fuck up!” Mugman’s face was as red as the hickey placed just above his nape. He was quick to cover his neck with his arms, looking down at Bendy almost pathetically. It was almost comical how the large mug managed to make himself seem so small.
“So that's what kept Cuphead up alllll damn night last week.” Bendy couldn’t help but chuckle to himself; he couldn’t believe that Mugman had banged Boris…or maybe the other way around? It was kinda unclear at this moment.
As the two watched each other, something silent and unspoken came about. Bendy checked him out, and Mugman let him, red and bashful like a cherry tomato. This lasted most of the evening, perhaps even to the point of suspicion among their other friends as well. But that was what led to Bendy’s small, inky body, pinning the much bigger mug under him.
For Mugman’s own sanity, he told himself that this was just an experiment, but dear god, he couldn’t help but feel like a whore. After all, this was the big brother of a guy he just slept with! Plus, it truly didn’t help with how cold Bendy felt; his hands felt like ice against his hips. But speaking of hips, it was quite humbling to realize that Bendy’s claws could dig into his skin so harshly.
Bendy couldn’t help but chuckle. Who knew a collector could have a bit of a stomach? Bendy had always assumed that the cup brothers would have been skinny, but seeing Mugman made him question it a bit. He playfully grabbed at his stomach with one of his hands, holding onto the flesh. Mugman looked horribly embarrassed. “Jesus, what have you been eating?”
Bendy was genuinely curious, but put in such a vulnerable spot? Mugman almost cried. To be bent over while already in a bad headspace was one thing, but to be called fat while doing so was a whole other beast. “Fuck you!” his anger always gets the best of him, even now, unfortunately.
“Whoa whoa whoa! What are you talking about?” Bendy was genuinely so confused. Why was Mugman so upset? It was good that he had a bit of meat on his bones, at least Bendy thought so.
“What do you mean?! You just called me fat!” Mugman had pushed him off, obviously distressed and upset. Which seemed pretty fair given what he thought Bendy had said. But Bendy himself was incredibly freaked out; he didn’t seem to understand what he had done now.
“What?”
Poor Bendy, he looked so confused, not used to that meaning a bad thing. After all, he was sickly and skinny, god he would kill to have some meat on his own bones, maybe he wouldn’t be so cold.
“What do you mean what?”
By now, Mugman was confused; he hated Bendy for more reasons than one. Why couldn’t his own brain understand that? Why did he still want this demon to be so damn close, to stay within a finger’s reach? But truthfully, that didn’t matter anymore. Bendy was pressing kisses onto his chest, perhaps as an apology for accidentally offending him.
“Mm…cut that out…” Mug didn’t seem to mind it, plus he was warm. Bendy could feel his heart beating beneath his chest, strong and almost fast, like, despite everything, Mugman was still scared.
Bendy tried so hard to make him feel stable. Resting his hands against his body seemed to make it worse. The painful tremor in the porcelain's chest seemed to get harder. He was shaking so very slightly, however, to bendy? It felt like an earthquake under his hands.
“I don’t..I don’t think we should be doing this; you're obviously not ready.” Bendy began to move away, trying to pull back enough to pull his clothing back on. But a large hand grabbed his arm.
“Don’t…don’t go…I can do this.” Mugman looked close to crying, trying to simultaneously please and hate Bendy all at once.
“I won’t do it, Mugs. it’s clear you don’t want me to either. Clean up, go rest in one of the tents, I’ll handle watch tonight.”
Mugman was quiet, watching him for a moment before nodding and getting up.
Bendy nodded back at him and got up to go get himself something warmer to throw on for the night. One of boris’ larger shirts will have to work for now.
Cuphead had been lying around in his cot when Mugman came in; he was red-faced with puffy eyes, but before Cup could ask anything, Mugman curled up into his cot, silent to his twin.
“...Mugs? You alright, bro?” When he was met with silence once more, he left the tent to go see if the thing that truly made his twin so upset was still there. Instead, he saw Bendy, wrapped up in Boris’s shirt, watching the forest by the fire almost longingly.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the dancing demon!” Cuphead’s loud voice seemed to scare Bendy a bit, but other than that, he just looked up and smiled at him
Cuphead was easy to understand in Bendy’s mind; he was easy-going and far less hormonal about some of their decisions. Plus, his libido wasn’t obviously high, which made talking to him while pretty much naked far less sexually charged.
“Hey Cuphead, why are you awake?”
“Well, ya see, Mugs came in crying, won’t tell me what happened. So I’m investigating.”
“Oh…” Bendy’s heart sank to his hooves. He had no clue Mugman would cry from his rejection, after all, Bendy was just trying to be respectful to the blue twin.
“You know somethin'?”
“No, sir, haven’t seen him all night...” Bendy was lying through his teeth, but Cuphead decided to let it lie. Not many people lied to him in such a way. He found it almost intriguing.
“Oh, really? So what's with the boner?” Sure, Cuphead wasn’t really supposed to look at another person’s crotch. But this might have been why Mugman was so upset.
“Ack! Cuphead-”
“What? You a pervert? Trying to get my brother naked and feel him up?”
“NO! Never Cuphead! Sure, Mugs is handsome, but I would never-”
“Ah, I’m just messing. I doubt you would do that. You seem trustworthy enough anyway.” Cuphead gently stated before smiling with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Bendy was never really sure what happened to Mugman and Cuphead during their younger years, but obviously, given Cuphead’s reaction, it must have been a bit scaring.
The two sat there for quite some time, soon the heat of the day left, leaving with the chill of the night.
Cuphead was cold, and in his cold and almost delirious way, he rested against Bendy's side. While Bendy rubbed his hip soothingly.