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Okay Sammy. Deep breath. You come, you ask and that's it. The worst answer is no. You will succeed!
But as soon as Sammy saw his lord sitting on the shore of the ink lake, which was where the prophet's letter said he'd be waiting, Sammy stepped back, his heart trying to beat out of his chest.
Let's be honest - I can't!
However, when the ink man heard a sigh and the floor creaking, his legs instinctively ran to the demon, and the prophet himself exclaimed "My lord!"
"Oh Sammy!" a demon spotted him "You sent me that letter?"
"I, this, well..." say anything! Sammy berated himself mentally "...maybe"
Ink Demon first stood a bit bewildered, then began to laugh softly.
"And if MAYBE it was you, what was it you wanted to tell me?" the demon asked with a hint of deception in his voice.
"I? I! Uhh... I don't know" you could say the prophet banged his head in thought.
"You're cute when you do that"
"I do what?"
"When you stutter like that. It's really cute."
Sammy was melting slightly and his hands were trembling. This effect was even stronger when Ink Demon grabbed his minion's hand.
"Now take a few deep breaths and tell me why you wanted to meet," the demon advised softly.
Sammy loved his lord's voice. It seemed to him that only for him it was so gentle, pure... melodious. The ink man looked down timidly and kicked the ground with his foot.
"I wanted to ask you something important... important to me" he replied quietly and although he didn't get an answer he was sure that his master was listening carefully "Because... I think I feel something for you... I can't for a long time get rid of this feeling... my whole face burns when I look at you... and I wanted to ask... would you like to meet me? But not as a friend - just for a date?"
The demon fell silent. When the prophet looked at him again, he saw a small gray blush on his face and his tail wagging uncontrollably.
"I... of course I'll go on a date with you," the demon smiled, putting his hands on Sammy's shoulders, only to hug him afterwards.
Sammy returned the hug, muttering a soft 'thank you' into the demon's chest.
"Then, why don't we meet at my place? Let's say... in half an hour?" Sammy asked when they finally stopped hugging.
"Hmm, maybe, I'll probably make it." Ink Demon replied, thinking for a moment "See you in half an hour!" And with that he passed through the portal in the wall.
Sammy stayed like that for a while longer before he started running towards his sanctuary.
_-Half hour later-_
The prophet was already standing in front of the entrance to the music studio. You can't say he's dressed up a lot. He was only wearing a scarf that he found under his desk. He was holding a small box behind his back. Because of course, the gift could not be missing!
So Sammy waited, every minute that passed, wondering where his lord had been and playing out scarier and scarier scenarios in his head.
But that was all gone when veins of ink began to appear on the wall, and Sammy's lord popped out of the portal on the wall.
"I'm here!" cried the demon and approached the prophet. Even though he wasn't really wearing anything either, to Sammy he seemed even more dazzling and just plain beautiful.
"Hello my lord!" Sammy greeted him. The ink man tentatively grabbed his master's hand, but he didn't mind "I found a great place for us!"
A great place was nearby. First, you had to enter a hole and go through it, and finally you end up in a small space overlooking an ink lake. Ink Demon is fascinated by the sight.
As the demon stared at the sight, Sammy sat down on the ground, and when he was well settled, he looked at the demon and called out to him, encouraging him to bu sat down with him. The prophet's lord laughed, covering his mouth lightly with his hand, then slowly sat down next to the man, resting his head on his head. And Sammy enjoyed it so much that he remembered how the demon asked him for a massage because his back hurt so bad. Then he discovered that this TERRIBLE INK DEMON... could purr.
They sat together in silence, sharing their warmth. Finally, the prophet stretched out a little and touched the demon's neck with his mask. A pleasant shiver ran through his lord. And his tail, which was completely out of control, curled around them. The demon lowered its head to the level of Sammy's neck. He looked up, and when the prophet didn't protest, he brought his head a little closer and started kissing his neck. Sammy exhaled through his mouth, feeling kisses all over his body. However... he didn't feel ready for that. He moaned a bit, and the Ink Demon moved away from his neck. He looked a little disappointed, but the prophet knew that if his lord didn't want to show it, he could hide his emotions better than anyone else.
Sammy grabbed his lord's head and forced him into a kiss before he could react. Ink Demon licked the man's mouth, but only that. If the prophet didn't want something, the demon was able to respect it. Still sitting there, Sammy decided to speak up.
"Would you like to sleep with me?" he asked timidly.
The demon seemed to yawn deeply in response.
"Eagerly" he and the ink man got up from the ground and both went through the portal.
They lay together on Sammy's bed and snuggled into each other's bodies. Without saying anything, they let each other fall into a deep sleep.