I should remind everyone that I'm not sorry.

The pair walked back in; Dipper looking particularly flustered and a smug smile cut on Bill's face. Mabel hopped up from her seat upon seeing them.

"I paid for the food, let's go. Oh, and Bill, you need a ride?" asked Mabel, skipping out the door of the restaurant.

"That depends, I usually carpool." Bill shot Dipper a suggestive look.

"He needs a ride home," said Dipper, the uncomfortably warm breeze doing nothing to keep his face from going red.

"Hm, I think that I might not," he answered.

"No, no, you definitely need a ride," said Dipper.

"But Mabel needs a ride first," added Bill.

Mabel cleared her throat, "Did I miss something?" she asked.

"Nope, nothing at all," answered Dipper, walking out toward the door.

Bill looked highly amused. "Okay then, Pine Tree," he said, and walked towards the car, Mabel in tow.

"Wait, what's going on now?" asked Mabel.

"Um," Dipper started.

"Um," Bill continued.

She looked at them both for a moment, and then sighed, "You know what, I don't want to know."

Bill and Dipper looked visibly relieved, although Dipper knew that she had caught on with the evil look that she flashed him. He hadn't heard the end of it from her, and . He was absolutely sure that he would get an earful once they were in private. It was high on his list of priorities to not get caught alone with her for awhile.

They got to the car, where Dipper forced his way past his sister to the driver's seat, getting in. He turned and took the keys from her as he started the car.

Mabel gave him a death glare in the rearview mirror in before he could talk, causing him to feel much less bold about himself.

"We are dropping you off at your house… Then I'm taking Bill home," Dipper muttered as quietly as he could.

"Actually, Dipper, you are going to drive me home, let Bill off, and then come back to my place, because it is too late to let you drive home in the dark."

"I can drive perfectly fine," retorted Dipper, turning a corner on the road before Bill nosed in, turning and looking over his shoulder to talk to Mabel.

"I think that it'll all work out perfectly fine when it comes to Dipper and driving late," he said.

"But just a little while ago, you two were… not talking or something?" asked Mabel.

"Well, we are adults, we can make adult decisions," said Bill, putting his feet up on the dashboard casually. "Eh… Say, Shooting Star? This is your car, can I have the key after we let you off?" Bill asked tentatively. "I mean you're right, it is getting late… I'm sure I can drive better than Pine Tree."

"How about when we get back you get Dipper's truck; I don't see you two being back by morning," said Mabel, waving her hands and rolling her eyes playfully at Dipper, who was positively burning red in the driver's seat. This is not what he thought he'd be doing this evening.

"I see no issue with that," cut Bill into the sibling squabble.

"Sounds just peachy," said Dipper, less confidently than he meant it to be.

"Then it's settled," Bill responded, eager to get underway.

They pulled up to Mabel's house, and Bill was out of the car moments after they had stopped. As Dipper parked the car, he looked out the windowup just to see Bill hanging onto the locked passenger door of his truck like a child. He couldn't help but smile at that… it was cute. He pulled out the keys, and Mabel had taken them even before he had even held them out. She locked the doors to her car and made a beeline for her house with a fast 'have fun, love birds' before he could smack her.

He pulled his keys out of his pocket and waited impatiently for Bill to let go of the door so he could unlock it. The two got in the car and Dipper sat there a moment before he sighed and put his head down on the top of the steering wheel. The horn promptly went off, making Dipper jump, echoing the sound back.

"Nice one," said Bill.

"That's disgustingly sarcastic," said Dipper, taking a deep breath and rubbing his face.

"What's wrong? It could have been more scathing. Do you want a more scathing remark, Pine Tree?" asked Bill.

"Not particularly," he muttered.

"Then what's got you up in knots?" his tone of voice was almost seductive.

"This is fucking crazy!" Dipper replied, throwing up his hands in wordless frustration.

"Define 'this'," Bill asked, running a hand through his hair and leaning back in the a hand through his hair and leaning back in the seat.

"I'm taking you back to your house to do god-knows-what to me, and an hour ago I was trying to ignore your goddamn existence!" exclaimed Dipper.

"God-knows-what?" questioned Bill. "No, I know in great detail what I plan to do with you. But your stupid god... should not fucking care, damned though I may be."

Dipper went red in the face. "Then… Then what are you going to do to me?"

Bill gave a vaguely predatory grin that made Dipper quite uncomfortable. "That's for me to know and you to find out, Pine Tree."

Then, he did the most awkward thing yet- he winked.

Dipper rubbed his temples, "You make this so much harder than it has to be."

"That's my job, Pine Tree," said Bill, searching around for the knobs to recline the seat, "That's my job."

The drive to Bill's house was full of sudden yells to turn, and then bickering about how Dipper shouldn't be driving Bill to his own house when he didn't know the way. It ultimately ended in silence when Bill decided that he was done arguing. The stressful driving atmosphere made Dipper more relieved than he should have been to be driving through Bill's neighborhood.

"It would have taken half the time if you had taken the side street I told you to turn on," said Bill irritably.

"Would have helped if you had told me about three seconds earlier about it," he answered, nose twitching as he looked around at the line of houses. "It seems… awfully dull here. Not at all where I would expect a dream demon to live. I thought you had a thing about being out of the ordinary?"

"Well after taking on a human body it got hard to make things as weird as I would want them to be, so I just took the time to make things… moderately out of the ordinary."

Dipper looked up the row of houses the one they were in front of painfully obvious in the fact that it was Bill's. It had an overgrown garden with vines growing up the side of the bright yellow walls of the house. Two stories, generically shaped, but it had a gilded picket fence around it. Dipper felt a cold sweat on the back of his neck at the thought of what he was agreeing to. He pulled into the driveway and his gut lurched as he stopped the car.

"Holy shit," muttered Dipper, the circling denial of the simple idea that this was happening at all ringing through his head.

"Holy shit indeed. I am awfully proud of all the hateful glares I get from the neighbors," said Bill, puffing out his chest as he spoke.

"No, it's not that," said Dipper.

"What's wrong then?" asked Bill.

"I'm just… I think... I'm shaking," murmured Dipper.

Bill went quiet, and then put his hand on the door, opening it, before continuing in a more formal tone, "Thank you for driving me home, Pine Tree. Would you like to come in for some tea or something? I have all sorts, like cinnamon and chai… or coffee, coffee's always good."

Dipper walked in and smiled weakly, "How about some good sugary coffee?" he asked.

"Oh fun, I'll get a pot started!" said Bill, pulling off his boots and speed walking down the hall and into the next room "Have you ever tried putting a mint tea bag in your coffee?" he asked, peering around the corner.

"No, that sounds terrible," answered Dipper, putting his hat on the coat hanger and taking a moment to look over the variety of brightly colored coats and scarves hanging there.

"So many things to try and so little time!" said Bill, ignoring what he had said and rushing through the kitchen then down the hall.

Dipper took the moment offered and leaned back against the wall. He was really doing this, and to make it even more odd, he wanted to do this. He shook out his hands and walked into the room where Bill had been a moment earlier. He found that the coffee maker was already going and Bill had seemed to have opened several cupboards in search of mint tea… or something.

He sighed and sat down at a chair by the bar counter outside the kitchen. Looking around, he felt that more people than just Bill should have lived there. The big open living room, and the nearly round kitchen separated by the bar- it was all so spacious for just one person. The marble in the kitchen was grey with blue specks in it. Must have belonged to someone with a considerable amount of money. He leaned his head down on the cool stone and breathed slowly.

There were footsteps up to the doorway, and Dipper lifted his head to look, his eyes going wide. Bill was standing in the door… stark ass naked. He couldn't look away Bill's sleek form silhouetted by the light in the hall. He closed his eyes and gulped heavily, cracking his eyes again to look back at Bill.

"You are… " Dipper began.

"I am back to serve you coffee," said Bill in a nearly mocking tone.

"I think that coffee is out of the question at this point," said Dipper, feeling suddenly bold, getting out of the seat and walking around the corner of the bar.

"Aw, I wa-" Dipper kissed him midword, arms wrapped around his neck, pushing them back until Bill's ass hit the cold stone counter, the slight slap of skin to stone accompanied by the sound of something sliding across the counter. Dipper couldn't help but feel excited when Bill moaned into the kiss.

Getting past the shock of Dipper's sudden action, Bill turned his head to get a better angle and took ahold of the side of his face, humming and leaning into him. The two melted together, soft wet lips meeting, the scratch of Dipper's stubble on his face was one sensation that Bill found overwhelmingly pleasant. The two broke apart, their lips still touching. Dipper found himself nearly lost in Bill's eyes, yellow fluorescent irises seeming far deeper than most eyes.

"You feeling better then, Dipper?" Bill popped the 'p', his voice a tone lower than normal.

"I feel like my legs might not hold out too much longer, but other than that," he pecked Bill's nose, "Better than ever."

Bill reached down and pulled Dipper's shirt up over his head, looking up at him. "Good," he tossed the shirt away, "This should be fun."

Dipper peered over Bill's shoulder, "What did you drop?"

Bill raised an eyebrow, turning and searching around for what he had lost and holding it up. It was a small, angular, curved silvery blue bottle.

"Did you just have a bottle of lube lying around?" asked Dipper.

"It was in my pants pocket actually," said Bill, shrugging, and shoving it in the back pocket of Dipper's shorts and kissing him once more.

The two kissed again, Dipper rocking on his feet slightly, holding Bill's shoulder with one hand and bracing himself on the counter with the other.

Dipper pulled back "That's almost upsetting if it weren't for this little situation. When did you get it?" he pressed Bill further up onto the counter in a show of spontaneous dominance. The smaller man rubbed his hands up Dipper's shoulders, pressing his thumbs into the back of his neck and rolling the muscles there. The feeling was near hypnotic, yet close to painful at the same time.

"Don't worry about it right now," he kissed Dipper's neck, licking at him and nibbling at his collar bone.

Dipper let his hands drift down Bill's body, finding his hips and stopping there. Bill combed his fingers through Dipper's hair, pulling back his head, a short sigh escaping his open mouth. Bill smiled, pulling Dipper's face closer to his.

"You're so cute, I could eat you," said Bill.

One of his hands found its way to the waistband of Dipper's shorts, tracing slowly along his stomach toward the button.

"How did you convince me to do this again?" asking Dipper, looking at Bill and sneaking glances at what their hands were doing.

Bill pulled the fly down on Dipper's shorts and hooked his finger there, pulling up and relishing the gasp it earned him. He kissed up the side of Dipper's jaw and stopped with his face next to Dipper's ear.

"I can be more persuasive than I might look," he whispered, licking the shell of Dipper's ear.

Bill pulled the button of Dipper's pants loose, and Dipper leaned back. "I don't particularly want to have sex with you on a kitchen counter."

Bill leaned back and looked down at the counter, "This wasn't really my plan to end up here, but it isn't bad. My ass is cold though- here, let me off." Bill slid off the counter and stretched languidly, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"Couch in the next room?" Dipper asked.

"Sounds like a plan," said Bill, taking a deep breath and rolling back his shoulders, his shoulder blades swiving as he did.

"What, am I not the only one feeling nervous?" asked Dipper.

Bill gave him a playful glare and pulled down his shorts. Dipper laughed and nearly tripped as Bill yanked on his arm to get him to move. Dipper cuffed Bill on the back of the head, so Bill turned around and smacked Dipper's chest. Dipper stepped out of the shorts and threw them onto the glass coffee table before Bill kissed him and the two fell onto the couch.

Dipper lay there, looking up at Bill. He was lighter than he had expected, his dainty torso curving slightly with the way their hips fit together. Bill's eyes glowed faintly in the dimly lit room, the tops of his eyes reflecting the kitchen lights.

Bill slid his middle finger under the waistband of Dipper's underwear and pulled them halfway down Dipper's calves, before settling back. Dipper's face flushed as he looked back over at the coffee table. Somehow not looking at himself while Bill did made him feel better.

"You embarrassed, Pine Tree?" he teased.

Dipper gulped and looked back up at Bill. His chest felt empty except for his heart rapidly pounding against his ribs, saying nothing in response.

Bill smiled at Dipper and moved apart his legs, getting in between them.

"Okay maybe," Dipper's voice cracked, and he shifted and using his foot to slip the underwear onto the floor.

"I thought so," said Bill in a sing song voice, reaching over to the coffee table and grabbing the shorts, pulling the lube out of the pocket and tossing them over his shoulder. He applied a generous amount to his fingers and set it back over on the table.

"Are you ready?" asked Bill.

"Not really," said Dipper.

"Well, I'm not waiting for you," said Bill, causing Dipper to shiver as his fingers brushed against him.

Bill's fingers against the soft skin built pressure in his lower stomach, and as his finger pressed along the small ring of muscles he felt shivers travel up his spine. Dipper took a deep breath, pursing his lips and wincing slightly as Bill pressed a single finger inside. It was an odd sensation, different, but not necessarily bad.

He held his breath as Bill removed his finger, just to begin to add another. This one stung for the slightest moment, but the feeling quickly dissipated. He let out a breathy whimper when Bill brushed against a sensitive spot.

"Does that hurt?" Bill's smile was too soft for the heat of the moment.

Dipper shook his head and Bill added a third finger, eliciting a light moan. It was the slightest bit painful, yet still good in the oddest way. Bill twisted his fingers one last time followed by pulling his fingers out and grabbing the bottle of lube again. Dipper gasped and looked at Bill, his face hot. A final flicker of doubt about having sex with Bill fucking Cipher crossed his mind before it was forcibly wiped out of his mind.

He spread it over his cock before leaning against Dipper, arms braced against the headrest above his head. The anticipation that came in the few moments as Bill came in contact with him were nerve wracking. Dipper gasped as Bill slid into him, gripping the couch. Bill reached his hilt, resting his hips against Dipper's.

"Fuck, that hurts," whispered Dipper, eyes half closed.

Bill's eyes were closed, his silvery eyelids shimmering , "A-ah, I want to move," he managed to say.

"I need you to move," Dipper breathed a moment later, and the next Bill pulled back just to collide with him again, the movement snapping his head back and baring his throat to the man above him. In the next moment he felt Bill's mouth on his neck.

He felt teeth scraping at the sensitive skin there, sending a steady trickle of sensation to distract him from the lingering pain as Bill moved within him. He gasped in pleasure when the skin was nipped on, distracting him from the fact sharp triangular nails had dug themselves into his sides. He arched into the feeling, a strangled moan leaving his mouth as Bill found a pace to move at.

He was on sensory overload. He had never dreamed pleasure could come in this fashion- only Bill, he tried to think, before the ghost of it was wiped from his mind (as if it had never been there in the first place) by a growl as lips swooped down to claim his. He moaned into the brutal kiss, hands sliding up to tug at his hair, legs tightening around his waist as Bill found a solid pace to move at, leaving his face and chest flushed. He undulated against the motions of his partner, the couch shaking and creaking with their movements.

Dipper's whole body shuddered with each thrust; shivered with each tiny twitch. He moaned as Bill hit his sweet spot, his face whipping sideways into the cushions of the couch in ecstasy. It was so fucking hot.

Bill's fingers dug into his hips, then traveled back up his body slowly. As he had imagined, his nails were terribly sharp, but the whisper of a thought skipped over his mind as the pain and pleasure coalesced. Bill's nails finally found purchase on Dipper's upper arms, making no effort to avoid pressing his nails into Dipper's skin.

After what could have been no more than a few moments Bill leaned forward and again locked lips with Dipper. The kisses were no longer tender; their teeth meeting with a painful click, and the metallic taste of it filling both their mouths.

As they went, Dipper felt the skin break where Bill was clutching onto him, the sting only lasting moments before it was washed out of his head. Bill picked up his pace, Dipper moaning into his mouth as his mouth fell open, unnoticed. Bill moved to biting at Dipper's neck, as ecstasy filled their bodies.

Dipper sobbed into the couch in frustration- he was close. So close. Desperately close. His fingers searched along the shaved half of Bill's head before grabbing onto the long side of his hair, pulling in need. Bill moaned in response as Dipper pulled his head.

Dipper felt himself pour over the edge in a blazing rush, arching his body into Bill's one final time and fighting the urge to clamp his legs down on Bill's torso. The ecstasy poured through his body and he called out as his entire body tensed and shook violently.

Bill continued as he rode out his orgasm, paying little outward attention to Dipper save for the gasp as Dipper's body spasmed around him. As Dipper dug his nails into his back to brace himself, Bill came, leaning his face into Dipper's chest as he called out.

As Bill stopped, Dipper opened his eyes to look at him. He was quivering as he lay against his stomach. He leaned back again; the only sound in the air their heavy breathing. The scene was utterly beautiful and he'd never admit that he thought so.

"S-so how was that," Bill lifted his body slightly, "Dipper."

"Not what I e-expected to be doing tonight," he managed to croak out the words.

"You think we woke the neighbors?" asked Bill.

"We woke the neighbor's children," Dipper found himself chuckling.

Bill brought a fist into the air, "Alright!" He pulled out of Dipper slowly, sending shivers down both their spines. Bill stood up and stretched. Dipper propped himself up on his elbow, watching Bill as he turned to look at him.

"You didn't want to sleep on the couch, did you?" he asked with a sheepish glance at Dipper, holding out his hand.

"I dunno if I'll be able to stand up," said Dipper, shifting and wincing, "Yeah, I'm going to be feeling that in the morning."

Bill grabbed his hand and pulled on him. "You weren't complaining a minute ago," he said.

Dipper groaned and came to his feet, wobbling slightly, "Fuck." He held onto Bill, shivering when he felt drops of liquid sliding down his legs. The sensation on it's own was nearly arousing.

"That was fun, but messy. Gotta tell you that you meat bags are pretty gross," said Bill.

"Wow, thanks. But really… That is going to have me walking funny tomorrow," Dipper deadpanned.

"You agreed to it, Pine Tree," said Bill, raising his eyebrows.

"I agreed to it," muttered Dipper.

"Would you do it again?" asked Bill.

Dipper touched his chin, "That depends."

"Depends on what?" he asked.

"Lots of things, Bill."

The two went up the stairs quietly after that, Bill escorting Dipper to his room. Pushing the door open, the room looked terribly comfortable. The bed had more pillows on it than should have fit, and while it wasn't made, it looked like a perfect place to lay.

"May I?" asked Dipper.

"Have at it," Bill chuckled.

Dipper walked over, fell onto the bed, and curled into it, "Yeah, no need to take me home. I'll just chill right here," he mumbled.

"Good, because I have to go back downstairs and turn off all the lights," said Bill, turning around and leaving Dipper to make himself comfortable. As soon as Bill returned to the room, Dipper was sleeping. He nearly wanted to jump on him to wake him up, but at the same time he was dead tired. He ended up crashing into the bed next to Dipper and wrapping his arms around the taller man. He could get used to this… ignoring the warm feeling in his chest, he fell asleep against Dipper.

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