There was a human in the woods, Bill noticed, almost offhandedly. One might ask how he had come to notice this, but really it was quite simple. The human in question had all the subtlety of a drunken redcap, and all the loudness and grace of one too. It had been crashing through the undergrowth like some animal five times its size, making its way right onto the path Bill had been walking along, and then it had frozen there, meeting his eye like a deer looking into a human cars headlights.
He found it instantly fascinating.
Bill had seen humans before, of course. The Seelie court all but collected them, leaving their own ugly children in exchange for the cutest of human babes, and keeping the human children that they stole as pets, young forever, or at least until they grew bored of them and let them begin to age until they found them interesting once more.
And the Unseelie court hunted humans all the time, the stupid, dumb ones who were not familiar with the town and its land, nor the warnings, the ones who ventured into the woods with contraptions that made tiny paintings, and didn't know what anyone raised in Gravity Falls knew: to stay out of the woods, and be inside on full moon nights. Or sometimes they knew, but just didn't understand why they had to stay inside. They soon learned, when the Unseelie court caught their prey and bled them dry.
One could generally guess soon after meeting him to which court Bill Cipher belonged.
Yet this was not a full moon night, and frankly Bill couldn't find himself in the mood for a game of cat and mouse with the little human boy before him.
But if not that, then what could he do with him? He could not just leave him blundering around in the woods. Bill carefully observed the human boy. He was small, scrawny, really. That almost made Bill discount him immediately, until he realized that his scrawniness could almost be called slimness. And the skin that was visible beneath the human's clothes was unmarred and perfect, a healthy shade of fair. And while he thought the human's cut off trousers and red shirt and blue vest were no match for his handsome suit, they fit the boy in an almost cute way, just as the rimmed cap on his head, decorated with a tiny blue pine tree symbol, did.
Not to mention that face. That face that was growing paler and paler, deliciously pale with fear as they continued to stare at one another, with warm brown eyes which were by now so big and wide that Bill was certain he had never seen someone look so innocent and pure, purely terrified. Oh, how Bill loved the terror in those eyes. And the boy's hair, the colour of chestnut or red oak, was falling down and crashing in curls that rivaled his own, curling right above those gorgeous brown eyes like a fluffy cloud that Bill's fingers twitched to touch.
The pink nose.
The gaping mouth.
The obviously chewed lips.
The hint of dark circles under the eyes.
If Bill had ever had a heart, it would be beating by now. A wicked smirk cracked his inky black lips.
Perhaps a game of cat and mouse was in order after all.
Bill was suddenly reminded of humanities slowness when he was able to dart forward and tip the boy over into the undergrowth and dropping immediately onto him, spreading his palms over the thin chest, all of this before the boy had even reacted. And when he did finally begin to move again, to let out a surprised squeak and begin to struggle, it was such a pathetic attempt that Bill almost wished for more of a challenge before he caught himself. Bill gave the boy a sharp smile, and the wriggling increased. In the process of his struggling the boy had managed to somehow jerk in a way that pulled up the rust red shirt, exposing a sliver of bare stomach. Bill smirked as he traced it carefully, and was rewarded when the boy gave a tiny gasp, and began to squirm even more desperately beneath him.
Oh, that delicious sound. Bill wanted to hear it again.
He pushed the shirt up further, baring more pale flesh and running his clawed fingers over it, and was delighted when the boy suddenly arched upwards into his touch. He pushed right back, eliciting another sharp intake of breath, and Bill hummed in appreciation of the reaction. He slid his fingers under the boy's shirt, as far as could be permitted by the red fabric before it got in the way, and then he more or less tore it in half in an effort to get more and more flesh bare to the air. His slender fingers traced the boy's every rib and a line up through the centre of his chest, teased around his nipples, and slid across his collar bone, coaxing gasps and choked whimpers from the boy's bitten lips.
Bill had never kissed someone. He'd never really felt the need or desire too. He'd never really been that interested in any of his lovers. Then again, they had never reacted to his attentions in a way that so clearly screamed of neediness mixed with mortification and fear.
When their lips met, Bill was smiling.
It wasn't bad. Perhaps a bit wetter then he would have preferred, what with his own honeyed saliva mixing with the boy's and dribbling down the boy's reddened cheek, and he was disappointed to realize that his mouth was muffling the boy's anxious cries. But it wasn't bad. As a matter of fact, Bill rather enjoyed it. The boy had not closed his mouth, had in fact left it wide open and was gaping like a fish, and Bill chanced to touch his own black tongue to the boy's pink one.
He tasted like sweet human foods and fear, and Bill moaned in delight, a sound mimicked by the boy moments later when Bill's hands began to wander again.
And then pain and a flowery taste exploded between their mouths, and Bill realized with a start that the boy had bitten his tongue, and that the flower taste was his blood. He jerked back and blinked widely down at the boy who moments ago had been whining for fear and pleasure, amazed at what he saw.
Angry brown eyes glared up at him, fury not quite replacing the fear but rather equaling it, and Bill found to his bemusement that he was just as thrilled by the new emotion as he was the old one, and especially by the way they swirled together in those fascinating brown eyes that were almost the exact shade of the bittersweet human candy Bill had once eaten, a cacaphony of utterly delectable emotions on a sweet young face.
He wanted to keep those eyes. Or at least one. Besides, what did the boy need with two eyes? Bill had always fared perfectly fine with one, ot to mention looked fabulous. The boy could spare at least one.
But now was not the time to debate eyes. Right now, he had to figure out how to deal with the angry, scared, flushed and panting little human boy whose hips he was so comfortably settled upon. As a matter of fact, the boy's lips were now moving in quiet muttering, and Bill leaned in closer to listen, his own golden hair mixing with the boy's brown when he got close enough to decipher what he was saying. Ahah. Cipher. He was hilarious. But back to the human.
"Getoffgetoffgetoffgetoff." The boy was chanting, over and over, glaring poisonously up at him, and Bill felt his imaginary heart skip a beat before a smile split his face, and he erupted into hoarse giggles before leaning closer still, touching noses and allowing his hot honeyed breath, now tainted with the scent of his blood, to drift over the boy's face.
"No." He croons, and dips down for another kiss, this time, a clawed finger positioned pointedly at the boy's neck and another tracing ever lowering circles on the pale skinny chest.
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So like... Help me, I'm a very sick person.
Anyhow, the deal was, I only got one person's opinion on whether or not to write a companion, or sister fic if you will, for Biting and Tasting. I had originally set up a poll for the question, but no one voted, so I eventually said fuck it, and struggled through a week's worth of writers block and self loathing to write this filth. It's not a sister fic as I had originally planned, but rather a second chapter, and if ya'll are as unlucky as I am then I'll keep posting more chapters, somewhere in the process traumatizing you all with the dark inner workings of my sick and underage loving mind. And if that doesn't permanently scar your mind forever, then my totally chipper personality will. So hooray! Read it if you dare. Then again, this AN is at the bottom of the 'it' in question, so I rather suppose that you already have.
So long and thanks for all the fish, and even more for reading. Please leave a review and check out my polls in the future, and byeeeeeee!