He's gone, and it hurts.
His lungs are on fire from the running, the screaming, the crying, the fear drenched and etched into his veins, so much that he couldn't hope he'd find him, that he was gone forever. He knew that his boyfriend's new friend wasn't trustworthy. No, he shouldn't have let him go, because now he just might be gone forever.
"Bill! Please, please, I miss you, fuck, I need you! I can't lose you!"
He can hear his own words echo into the silence of the woods, his body fatigued, but the idea of the woman's hands all over Bill made him sick. He knew that he couldn't let the other go.
He wants to scream, to cry, when he finds the other, beaten, broken, crying. He pulls Bill close, sobbing as he runs back to their home, hoping that he'll make it, fuck, he hopes he does. He can't handle this, and by the time they make it home, he's dizzy, cradling the other close in his arms.
"Please, baby, say something," he pleads, and Bill only cries harder, curling closer to Dipper. They're both crying, intensely. It's not a beautiful sight. "What- what did- did she do this to you?"
The blonde, after a few minutes, finally nods, clinging to Dipper's shirt as he sits the other on the toilet seat so he can clean all the wounds.
"Is, uh- nothing's broken, right?
Bill manages to shake his head no, feeling worse when he can't even cry anymore, just stuck in the emptiness of it all. He winces when Dipper applies rubbing alcohol to his wounds, never meeting the other's worried glance. It hurts too much to see him like that.
Why was everything in his life so broken? The only stable thing in his life was his relationship, and even then he worried that wouldn't last. His chest ached, and taps at it for Dipper to see. His boyfriend understands the gesture, helping the other out of his binder, breathing becoming easier.
But he knew these next few days wouldn't be as easy.
They don't have sex that night. Or the night after that. Or the week after then. Dipper's too scared to believe that She didn't touch Bill in that way. Besides, seeing Bill's bruises and wounds didn't sound very ideal.
Of course, Bill didn't feel the same about the matter. He needed to be intimate with the other to know he still wanted him. To know that he still needed him in those ways. And all the waiting did was press the weights of depression on his back further, and he simply stopped speaking altogether.
But when a month passes by and Bill can't take it anymore, he locks himself in the bathroom and rids himself of the feeling, trying to keep his gasps and whines low as he thrusts his fingers inside of himself like the way Dipper would. Dipper didn't know Bill felt like this, and when he hears a distinct moan of his name, he flushes, finding the courage to knock on the door.
Bill freezes, trying to slow his breathing.
"Baby? You okay in there?" Dipper asks, voice shaky. He's extremely nervous, especially since they haven't gone down this road since the beginning of their relationship. It was like starting all over again.
"Ummm... I'd, uh. Be better if it were you."
The door unlocks, and Dipper slowly opens it, biting his lip as he catches sight of the other, Bill's legs spread wide with his fingers inside of himself. He managed to fit four, something only did that when he was really aroused. Or rather, something he let Dipper do when he was aroused.
Dipper hesitantly walks in, slowly sliding the other's fingers out of himself, then picking the other up, cradling him close. He takes the both of them to their bed, laying Bill underneath him as he sheds himself of his jeans, which were becoming very tight from the earlier event.
He slips his underwear off as well, but knowing that they hadn't done anything in weeks, he'd rather undress completely and make love.
He slowly undresses the both of them, kissing as much of Bill's skin as he can, pressing their bodies together, and when Bill begs for him, he fucks him just how he likes it; deep, hard, and fast into him. He rocks into Bill as he fucks him hard, and the cries he gets in return are heaven. Every second of this is heaven.
Bill comes quickly, much faster than usual, and Dipper pulls out only to instruct the other to get on his hands and knees, and he thrusts inside again from behind, pushing in even deeper, fucking him into the spot that makes him scream. Bill comes for a second time not too soon after, and Dipper holds back to drive Bill crazy with one last orgasm.
He sits down and Bill hovers over his lap, and he fucks him hard once again, pushing in deep as it all builds up inside of him. They cling onto one another, strings of each other's names cried out until they both come, Bill directly after Dipper. Bill shifts to face Dipper, kissing him slowly and messily, their limbs tangled together. Once they've calmed down, they cuddle close, murmuring promises of love into the night.