Another lovely longings story. I'm really surprised you guys like it as much as you do.

Demon Ensnared

Bill grinned as he sat across from his favorite Pine Tree at the kitchen table. It had been a month since their first incident with the lovely longings that held a special place in his heart. He shifted as thoughts of the last time he used the flower on Pine Tree came to mind. This meat sack was already reacting to the images. He kept the bite mark for a week after that. He picked at it, making it bleed. He was pretty sure there was a scar there now.

"Alright!" Shooting Stars overly bright voice rang in his ears. She set down two cupcakes and two cups of tea.

Bill looked down at them confused. "What's this?" He knew that Pine Tree had called him for something, but this wasn't what he expected. He was sure that the boy would try some sort of failed attempt at revenge.

"Oh? Didn't Dipper tell you? You're taste testing for me!" she said with a grin.

Bill glanced at Pine Tree to see him smirking as he bit into his cupcake. "Why couldn't your grand uncle do this?" he looked down at the human food warily. It looked nothing like soda.

Shooting Star started to pout. "He's out of town…"

"Dude, just eat it," Pine Tree sighed. "Or are you afraid we poisoned it?"

Bill glared at the boy. The thought had crossed his mind, but it wasn't like the poison would even work. "Fine," he grumbled as he took a large bite out of the multi-colored cake. It was good. Not like pain, but a different good.

Shooting Star squealed. "Thank you! You guys can tell me how they taste when I get back!" she said as she grabbed her purse off the counter.

"Where you going?" Pine Tree asked before sipping his tea.

"The girls asked if I wanted to go shopping, so bye!" was all she said before she ran out the door.

Bill finished off the cupcake and sipped at the tea. "So this is what you called me here for?"

"Yep."

"Why?" Bill asked. Why would he bother calling him when he could do it himself? There must be plenty of people willing to eat this.

Pine Tree shrugged. "Just cause." He popped the last of his cake in his mouth.

Bill grumped. Well this wasn't going to end in angry sex. Did the kid really call him here for nothing? He downed the rest of the tea and stood up. A sudden flash of heat went through his body so quickly that it made him stumble back and grab the table to keep from falling.

"You okay?" Pine Tree asked as he grabbed the cups and put them in the sink. He showed no real concern.

"Fine," Bill muttered as the heat kept building. What was this? He knew this feeling.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. You weren't just trying out one of Mabel's creations," Dipper said as he watched the tea cups. He glanced at the demon to see him glaring.

"So you did poison me," Bill hissed.

"Not unless ingesting lovely longings is poisonous to a demon," he replied. He smirked as realization dawned on Bill's face. He leaned against the counter as he watched the demon straighten up on shaky legs. "I noticed how the lovely longings didn't seem to have an effect on you for some reason or another, but I guessed it would be because of your magic. So I thought why not get it past your defenses." He pushed off the counter and started to leave the room. "Seems to be working, surprisingly."

So it was a trap. Bill should be impressed that the kid actually succeeded, but all he could think about was getting Pine Tree underneath him. He started to walk toward the boy until he ran into a barrier. "What the…"

Dipper turned around and grinned. "Devil trap," he stated. A clear painted devil's trap circled the table where Bill stood.

Bill was seeing red. "How DARE YOU?!" he roared as energy ripped around him, breaking the table.

Dipper winced. He was going to have to explain that to Grunkle Stan somehow. He picked up his messenger bag from the other side of the doorway and slung it over his shoulder. "I don't expect that to hold you for long, so, I'm heading out." He laughed as Bill yelled in frustration.

"GET BACK HERE!"

"Have fun! See you when you get out!" Dipper yelled back as he left the shack. He wasted no time and ran into the woods. He just hoped that Bill didn't decide to destroy the shack. He could have never pulled this off without Mabel's help, not that Bill needed to know she helped. He ran through a small creek, starting to grow tired. He's been running for at least ten minutes now. Honestly, he knew he was going to get cause by Bill, but he expected to have been caught by now.

As if hearing his thoughts, something slammed into his side, sending him and the culprit tumbling onto the ground. Dipper groaned and tried to sit up when a hand shoved him back down. He gazed up to see Bill snarling down above him. "Took you long enough," he chuckled.

Bill narrowed his eye as it faintly glowed red. "Pine Tree," he hissed. His nails dug into Dipper's upper arms as he straddled his waist. "You really are reckless, boy."

Dipper grinned and rocked his hips up. The demon groaned, rocking his hips down, but his glare didn't lessen. "You can't blame me for wanting revenge."

"I can blame you for a lot of this," Bill growled in response. He slashed his claws across Pine Tree's chest, tearing the shirt.

Dipper grunted as Bill's nails caught his skin. "Then blame me," he whispered.

A growl erupted from the back of Bill's throat as he grinned. "I will." The red left his eye as he smashed his lips against the boy's. The clacking of teeth was barely noticeable as he tore at the rest of Pine Tree's clothes, making sure to cut into the pale skin underneath the clothes.

Dipper pressed into the kiss as he pulled at Bill's clothing. He didn't tare at it like the demon did his, but he was getting the other undressed with their help. Bill moved himself between Dipper's legs, biting down the side of his jaw and neck.

Bill pulled back, breathing heavily. "You better prepare yourself, kid, cause I'm not doing it." He doubted that he even had the control to do it properly.

Dipper reached into his messenger back and pulled out a clear bottle. "Here," he said as he tossed it at the demon.

Bill caught it easily. He read the bottle before glaring at the boy. "Did you not hear me Pine Tree?" he hissed, clenching the lubricant.

Dipper smirked as he leaned up onto his elbows. "I already did," he answered. He prepared himself right before Bill had showed up at the shack. Of course he wasn't as prepared now, but he would be good enough for now.

Bill blinked down owlishly at him before chuckling. "You plan for everything, don't you Pine Tree?" he asked as he poured the cool lubricant over his penis.

Dipper watched closely as Bill coated himself. "Yeah," he mumbled as his mouth watered.

"I'm not going to be gentle," Bill warned as he positioned himself between the boy's legs.

"I don't want you to be," Dipper replied, pulling Bill closer with his legs wrapping around the other's waist.

As he pressed in, Bill groaned at the tightness. "You sure you prepared yourself?" Dipper gasped beneath him, fists digging into the dirt.

"Y-yes," he moaned.

Bill pressed fully in. His hands shock as they grasped Pine Tree's hips. It was almost too much.

"M-move," Dipper whined as he rocked his hips against Bill's. It hurt, but God it felt amazing.

"S-shut up," Bill gasped, forcing the boy's hips down. He pulled out fully before thrusting back in completely. Dipper cried, clenching around him. Bill smirked and started to move. His pace was quick as he thrust Pine Tree into the ground.

Rocks bit into Dipper's skin, but he barely noticed as Bill kept thrusting across his prostate. "Bill," he groaned as he grasped at the demon, pulling him down to him in a sloppy kiss. It was more teeth than anything. Bill's thrust came faster as Dipper dug his nails down the demon's back.

An idea struck him. With a smirk, Dipper tightened his legs and rolled the two of them over to where he was above Bill. Before the triangle could protest, Dipper slammed his hips down. Bill moaned as he rode the demon. Bill grasped at his hips, moving them faster as he thrust up with each movement.

Soon their movements became erratic as they came closer to orgasm. Bill was first to cum with a low whimper. Dipper moaned as he grounded his hips down, making Bill's length press harshly up against his prostrate as he came. His semen splattered across Bill's dark skin. Breathing heavily, he used Bill's chest as support to remove Bill from inside him. He groaned at the emptiness as he could feel semen dripping out of him.

"If this is your idea of revenge, kid, I think I'll be pissing you off more often," Bill mused as he gazed up at Dipper tiredly.

A blush formed on Dipper's cheeks. "Shut up."