Author's Note: Hey, guys! I had no intention to write this at all, but I figured I'd best whip up a quick little one-shot as an apology for not updating Howl this week and am suffering from a writer's block and college stuffs. So here you go, have some... very subtle smut! It's well short, because I'm lazy. Wrote it in about three hours with lot of procrastination and distraction. I own none of the characters or the show, just... having some fun writing. Also, Dipper is 24 for in this, as I kind of want it to be in correlation to what's going to happen later on in Howl. Yup. Mmhm. Enjoy!

ALSO. This has NOTHINGGGG to do with Howl's storyline aside Dipper's age. xD I will probably post this one-shot separately, later on. Expect a new Howl chapter by this Monday, however!

( Also, I listened to these two songs whilst writing this, so feel free to listen as you read, as well!

"Gold," by Urielle: watch?v=bSHsk_dViC0

"Unbroken," by Aeralie Brighton and Ivan Torrent: watch?v=Phg_AJHXwT4 )

"Like Gold," a Billdip One-shot

Gold were the beams of sun that waltzed across the wooden floor as the arid afternoon came to a close. Silver were the beads of sweat that perspired down the temples of bronze locks and platinum skin, trickling yearningly down to lithium-laced lips from which a tremlous sigh emitted.

His head was thrown back against the wall and his body was pressed tautly to it. And languid were fingers of the man who moved together with him as they tangled within his chocolate tresses, and flaxen, his skin as the noir flannel dress shirt was pushed past the curves of his sinewy shoulders, gently freckled and flushed and fevered. His breath danced about his partner's neck, pyretic and searing.

Dipper, beneath him, writhed like a worm from a bird as a moan caught itself in the back of his throat. It was replaced with a gasp as Bill's stalwart weight abandoned him, and he let his head drop down again to study the golden-haired monstrosity whose poison was all too quickly killing him, taking over his mind and body. The black of fabric was now rolled from tanned forearms and fluttered to the floor like a shadow, and copper eyes scrutinised the ever-so-slight ripple of abdominal husk that the glass of the window threw a bout of iridescent light upon. They watched as the opal splotches of illumination crept up, and into the liquid gold of a lone eye, heated and hungry.

Sharp red tongue swiped across sharp white teeth and Bill extended a long-fingered and satin-gloved hand out toward his lover. Dipper accepted it graciously in his own, and his human body was pulled up against his demon's. That same hand came to clutch him by the chin with a firmness that sent chills down his back, and their eyes like lava melded within each other, lips following suit.

Alone.

It was them, just them, together 'til the end, chasing dawn forever, and nobody- nothing- else existed.

Once more, they divided, and Bill's hand brushed along and away from Dipper's chiseled mandible, his fingers curling and travelling downward and back upward to lift away the bothersome barrier of a cotton shirt. They traced back over the palour plane of Dipper's chest and clavicle, laying his large hand flat and tediously pushing the boy back onto the crisp mattress. He was rewarded with a sultry gaze from his human, rounded shoulders framing a tilted head, doe-like eyes narrowed and fringed with inky lashes.

" What," the brunet began, his voice low and deep and tainted with scoria, " kind of a deal are you looking to make out of this, Cipher? What's your angle?"

The demon's thin lips curled back into a wide and needle-toothed grin, and he gave an abrupt jerk at Dipper's thighs, forcing their bodies closer together. He could feel the tension in his trousers increasing rapidly as Dipper replied with a high-pitched and wanton whimper, and his shattered-glass claws nicked at the flesh that hid away beneath faded blue-jeans.

" No angle," he hummed and sank to crouch on the floor, dragging the zipper of Dipper's jeans down as he went, caught between pearly teeth and phalanges, which pried the button open thereafter. He observed intently as Dipper's rib-cage gave a heave of liberation, and his spine arched harshly upward and into Bill's avaracious touch.

How many sunrises and sunsets had been spent like this, they'd lost track of. They'd end up, each time, in each others' arms with gazes and bodies irrevocably and violently amalgamated and scorching and pining for more. And still, skin-to-skin was never enough.

" Just you," Bill candidly purred as his eye peered into Dipper's, " and me, Pine Tree."

Dipper shuddered as his devil finally bode him bare and granted him certain pleasures, and he propped himself up onto his chalky elbows, ensuring he had a front-row view of that demon's service to him. A smile graced itself upon his face at Bill's words, oddly affectionate and all-too genuine for his demon and his mischievous demeanour. Romantic, even.

Oh, he was going to go to Hell for the love of this beast.

For the wild, gyrating roll of his hips and for the fiendishly fervent songs that, with the devil, he did harmonise, and for the unforeseen gravity that he had fallen into.

As Bill's body rose to blanket his own, like darkness to the stars, and their two bodies inexorably became one, he knew that this deal he had made so unintentionally would never be one that he would regret.

Bill's golden eye met his own again and they smiled as their movements fell into a mirrored, savage, and tantalising rhythm, Dipper's legs tangling themselves around Bill's waist, tugging him achingly closer to himself. The mattress springs responded with enthusiastic squeals and echoes of a psalm of satisfaction wavered and crashed off of the barren walls, Dipper's and Bill's cacophony intermingling undauntingly.

The duet rose to its climax and when it tapered away to the cadence of evanescing exhalation, Bill sank complacently down to rest his chest upon Dipper's, and Dipper touched his hand up to caress his dream demon's cheek. An interval as again, they became lost within each other, the reverberation of synchronised heartbeats shattering the static.

Dipper's voice followed suit.

" When I die," he murmured, lax upon the crumpled sheets, " you'll have my soul, Bill. And then, we can finally... be one. Together 'til the end."

Bill tilted his head away from his lover and contemplated those words, nothing for him to decipher as he felt a foreign pang of realisation shoot through his nerves and collect in the pit of his stomach. The elusive nature of human mortality and of words left unsaid threw a frown festering upon the dream demon's face, and he buried it into the crook of Dipper's bruising neck so that the boy wouldn't see it. His lips like velvet brushed about the irritated wine-stains that were strewn about the flesh there, and the desolation of his warm breath cascaded ostensibly.

If only there was an easier way.

If only there was a happy ending that he could foresee, for them.

...If only.

" Of course, Pine Tree," he rose his head and feigned the shit-eating grin that creeped across his gaunt face, "We'll always be together, no matter what or when."

He took his human's face in-between both of his hands and he pressed their ruddy noses together and said, " That's what it has to be, you and I. That or nothing. Your death will only be a delay, and I will hold your soul in my clutch, and your memory in my heart, until the very second that you reincarnate."

Dipper obliviously reciprocated his demon's grin and let his heavy lids fall, his heart leaping between his ribs as his ecstasy in love rose there in his chest.

" I feel like gold, Bill," were his last words as he drifted into his sea of nocturnal unconsciousness, blind by the veil of its mist as a demon's silver rain began to fall, endlessly.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed! :3 If you have any questions or comments, reviews are very muchly appreciated!