AN: omg, I just realized I haven't posted the last chapter on the website and its been out for months. I am so sorry, pls forgive me. T - T
Mabel abruptly woke up, next to a warmth, which she seemed to be clinging to. Who was this, where was she, and why did she feel like shit? Mabel moved away so she could see whoever it was and stared at his face. She couldn't quite place her finger on it, but she felt like she knew the guy.
"H-ey," She cleared her throat after grimacing at the hoarse voice that came out, "Do you know what's going on?"
He wasn't moving, and he didn't seem to be breathing. They both smelled of smoke and she could faintly hear sirens blaring off in a distance.
Frowning, she patted the man's face lightly, "Dude?" He moved slightly, and that was enough reassurance for her as she let a relieved sigh, "Thank the lord you are not dead!" Her eyes drifted down, then widened at the dark, damp red shirt and the gaping hole in the lower part of the shirt. "Oh my-"
A soft groan came from the man and he opened his eyes, shining like jewels. A smile formed on his face, "Hey, how are you feeling?"
"How am I feeling? How are you feeling?!" She pulled up the shirt, but found no wound, just blood stained skin.
"A little invasive, don't you think?"
Mabel flustered and pulled his shirt straight back down, "Sorry, I- I just thought you were hu-"
A small laugh, "Don't worry about it."
"So what…?"
"Oh, yeah, I saw run into that old storage building when I was taking my usual walk, next thing I knew, the place blew up in flames and you stumbled out with a kid in your arms. You both fainted, but I dragged you aways from the fire. The kid must have been in shock or something, because when he woke up, he just up and ran."
" I don't remember that…"
"You hit your head pretty bad when you fell, I'm not surprised you're a little hazy." He reached out reluctantly, and brushed the side of her head.
"Thanks for saving me, and sticking by."
"I couldn't just leave you there, what kind of guy would I be?"
She smiled and stood up, aching as she held out her hand. He took it with gratitude and shakily stood up. The man stumbled, and she caught him. Seeing how close they both were, they chuckled.
"So, would this be a bad time to ask if I could um, see you again sometime?- to check on you of course."
"Yeah, it would," She cracked a smile at his disappointment and continued, "But that doesn't mean I'd say no, especially to someone who saved my life."
"Even though you were more of a hero than I was."
"Yeah…"
Tad paused for a moment, "I don't suppose you want to go to the police, got any family around here?"
"Yeah, it was my great uncle, my brother and me, but my brother decided to go off and explore the world. So...It's just me and ole uncle."
"Then please allow me to have the honor of walking you home."
"I shall." She smiled. With that, they walked off. Mabel remembering something totally different, but a true, genuine smile on her face once again. Tad was happy to see it again, even if it meant she wouldn't remember him. He didn't want her to wake up with pain, knowing she wouldn't see her brother again, it was better this way.
It's not as if he couldn't start over again, and win her over once more. In fact, he liked the idea. A relationship built on company, not by magic or deals. Just plain love.
"You asshole!" Dipper screamed still struggling against Bill. The demon winced when he was kicked in an area that was already bruise
"Dipper, calm down." Bill hushed him, bringing him over to their bed.
"No! Fuck you! You left her to die!" He used his elbow to try and nail him in the face. To stop him, Bill wrapped an arm over his chest to pin his arms.
" Dipper ." The demon's voice lowered, but the human didn't stop. Throwing him on the bed, he wasted no time getting on top, making sure to straddle his waist to ensure he wouldn't be kicked at, and then pinned his hands above his head.
"I hate you-"
"Oh please don't start this again." Bill groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his free hand.
"She's probably dead now because of you and I'll never forgive you for that!"
"Oh kid, she's not dead. I'm sure Tad pulled her out in time; he's not weak nor is he an idiot."
"And what if he didn't?!"
"Then cheers."
"You triangular piece of shit! That's nothing to celebrate!"
"Watch your mouth kid." Bill glowered at him. He knew Dipper had every right to be angry, but enough was enough . "You complain any more and you won't remember a single thing that happened today."
"Is that a threat?"
"I suppose it is. I just don't want to talk about this anymore. We were fine until all- this , happened."
"I think we should talk about this because apparently we've been living a fantasy for the past five damn years!"
" You've been living the fantasy, not I." Bill corrected. "I've been in the real world and many other worlds for quite some time now."
"I'm sorry, the last time I checked I'm stuck here while you get to leave on your own free will! What choice do I have?"
"I don't know why you are being so ungrateful about this. I've taken care of you and slaved around while you sat on your backside like a king." The demon hissed in his defense, gripping his wrists harshly in his grasp. "Not to mention, for my plans, I've been building my strength and energy- which you forced me use irrationally and irresponsibly today- and I've been doing big things for the both of us."
"Us? It's never us! It's always you!" Dipper growled, glad he was being held down because all he wanted to do was claw the other's face off. "You want this, you want that! All you do is want! Haven't you ever thought about what I want?"
The demon's eyes darkened. "Of course I have. I think about you and your wants all the time. Can't you see I'm doing everything for you? I'm bending and defying the laws of physics and time, I'm teaching you knowledge and spells beyond anyone's access or capability, I'm taking over the world and I'm going to give it to you on my knees. There is only so much an all powerful being can do for you, and I'm doing. It. All."
Dipper fell silent and stopped his struggling. Choosing his words carefully, he looked into the demon's eyes, trying not to sound spoiled or childish about this. "I didn't ask for this. Granted, the teachings are great- but I don't want the world, I don't want to defy the laws of physics. I just want to be with my family- and with you."
The demon's demeanor changed completely after that. His grip loosened and his eyes lightened, his mouth pulling into a smile. He brought his other hand to Dipper's face and stroked his cheek, wiping away a few bits of ash. "Oh Pine tree. It would be nice..." His smile faded as he trailed off. "But I want to sit back, drink a martini and watch the world burn and suffer with you on my lap."
"Bu-"
"Hush." He cut him off, leaning in and capturing his lips in a hard kiss. The other started to struggle beneath him and tried to break the kiss, but Bill held firmly onto his face and didn't hesitate to bite his bottom lip for more access as he forced his tongue into the other's mouth. Dipper had a mind to bite the intruding muscle to get his point straight, but the claws that threatened to pierce his skin told him not to.
When he finally pulled back, he caressed his face once more. "I love you, Pine tree. Once all this madness is over and everything falls into place, we'll have the perfect life, together ."
Dipper grimaced out of spite. When Bill told him he was taking over the world and triggering the apocalypse, he thought it was a sick joke that usually came from Bill's dark humor. Now he wasn't so sure it was a joke. Bill had been getting stronger; large uses of magic no longer wore him out, and his outside business had been keeping him away longer and longer- Dipper was probably the only reason Bill even came back to this glorious castle- heck, it was probably built for the sole purpose of him. Really, he was just some princess awaiting for him in his castle while Bill took the world into the palm of his hand to nonchalantly drop it in a pit that led straight to Hell itself.
This past joke was now a reality and Dipper was fully aware of it. He was starting to realize things around him as Bill's finely woven façade unceremoniously fell. Now that he knew, he realized he would need to stop him, but it would be impossible. Not only was Bill a fucking demon, Dipper loved him, and to turn his back on someone he loved- he just couldn't do it anymore. The way Bill smiled mischievously at him showed that he knew this, that Dipper wouldn't be able to do anything against him because he mentally couldn't.
The demon gracefully moved back down and fluttered kisses along his neck, the human turning his head reluctantly to give him more access. "There's my good Pine tree." He cooed in his ear and Dipper shuddered, feeling the other nip at the lobe.
"I'm still mad." Dipper grumbled, kicking his legs once more and struggled slightly to further his point, but it went unnoticed by the demon. Dipper cursed his love for Bill, yet he cherished it. And being loved back by him certainly made the human feel special because it was certainly something to gloat about- if he had someone to gloat to.
Bill kissed and nipped at his exposed skin and stripped the flimsy nightgown off him. His touches were surprisingly soft and light compared to what Dipper knew the demon could do. Every place he touch tingled with delight and sent shivers down Dipper's spine. Bill had released Dipper's hands when he stripped the nightgown, but instead of them trying to push him away, they wrapped around the demon's neck and pulled him down for an intense makeout.
Damn the world. Bill knew exactly how to work him and nothing in the world could ever make him feel better than how he did in his hold. Fighting back was completely out of his mind now, as was everything else. He was in a trance once more, as he always would be succumbed to and the only thing he could necessarily and clearly think about was Bill.
The demon pulled back to let his lover breathe, knowing he still had him wrapped around his finger. "Are you still mad at me?" Bill spoke with a guilty face that almost looked to be real.
Dipper could barely even remember what he was even mad about, but even so, he breathed out a lust-filled 'yes' that could hardly be passed as a retort or even a voice of anger. The other smirked and flipped them over so he was now laying on his back and his lover was looming over him.
Each kiss that was planted tore a piece of his angered memory away little by little until the facade was smoothed back down and Dipper could finally relax in his fantasy world once again. But even though a memory was suppressed, the torn feeling in his gut couldn't be taken away. He couldn't help but frown.
Bill finally pulled from his kisses, "Then perhaps a change in positions would make you feel better. I don't want you to be angry with me, my big Pine tree." With that, he wrapped his legs around the other and rutted upwards to grind against him, getting a gasp out of him. Dipper looked down at him flushed in arousal, unsure exactly what a 'change in positions' meant. "Obviously I want you to take over. I know you don't always like being the obedient one, so this time I'll let you take over." Getting an even more confused look, Bill took his lover's beautiful face into his hands and pulled him into a kiss, growling as he pushed him back slightly as to stare into his eyes. "Take me Pine tree. Claim me as your own."
Then it clicked and Dipper wasted no time stripping the other down so he wouldn't have to be the only one exposed as Bill chuckled at his eagerness. Through Dipper's kisses and bites on the other's skin while he prepared the other, three words managed to make their way out of his very occupied mouth and four eager ones followed them.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
But with that strange tearing feeling, Dipper wondered if he actually believed his own words that seemed to be spoken with truth.
Dipper opened his eyes, the light from the moon lit the room. He touched his lover's chest, knowing he wasn't actually there. Off doing work, probably.
He felt that same tearing feeling he felt last night. It was so bizarre, he hadn't felt it in a while. It was almost as bad as when he found out that Bill lied…lied about something. He couldn't exactly remember what anymore, his memories were so hazy now days. Bill always loved to mess with memories that were bad.
The feeling grew worse the more he thought about it and it forced him to move away from the demon. He went to the edge of the bed, pulling a blanket to conceal him from the cold and stood on the stone floor. His legs went towards the window, his mind not even thinking about looking back. It was occupied with thoughts he'd never thought before, or at least, couldn't remember.
He stood up on the windowsill after opening the window.
What was he doing? What did he expect to get out of this? Bill owned every aspect of him and would have no problem dragging him back.
Well, he felt the need to run, to get away, even if it's only for a night, an hour, a minute- hell even a second. He was suffocated by the thoughts, the feelings, the memories he couldn't connect together.
He knew, no matter how many times he would fall, Bill would be there to bring him back, to grab him and pull him up with a smile that meant 'I won't let you leave me'. He supposed he was grateful for a devoted demon like him, if it wasn't for that, he would be insane by now. But then again, he was with Bill, and you'd have to be insane to be in love with someone like that .
