Driving back to Bills mansion took Dipper much less– at least in his opinion, than the road to the agency. He felt strangely calm at what Blonde may want from him. He wasn't all that different from when they were flirting this few time. Even if Dipper was pretending to be someone else.
What was worrying him was Ford. It was weird how easily he let Dipper go with a criminal… And something in his story wasn't adding up. Yeah, Bill is William, that fits. But why did they come for him? Agency never in it's history did such things. You fail, you're on your own. And big action like this would be somewhere in records. There was nothing about it in records Mabel found.
By the mansions door maid from earlier was already waiting for him. Gesturing at him to follow her she led him to underground levels of the house. The longer they walked the louder screams they could hear.
Dipper tried not to think about what he will see once they stop.
Once they stopped he saw Bill. When he was gone blonde changed to fancy suit, his jacked on a char in far corner of a room, one Dipper was told to sit on.
His sleeves were rolled up. But it didn't save his white shirt from being covered in blood.
Next to Bill, on a chair sat dark haired, barely conscious guy. "I'm so happy you could join us." Bill smiled caressing Dipper's cheek with bloody hand. "So damn happy." he continued turning around to guy sitting on the chair. "This little shit here." Blonde started grabbing guys hair and forcing him to look at Dipper who cringed seeing bloodied bruised face. "Dared to follow US around. More like you… but it's not the point." he continued while letting the guy sit back down.
Dipper stayed silent, carefully watching guys wounds. By the state of his neck he assumed that he might not speak again, and if he somehow could speak he would have real trouble with it.
"Actually, I'm surprised sixer hasn't done anything about him. I guess he was too busy with me. Or writing a speech for getting a reward after capturing me. Speech that wouldn't mention you with even a smallest word… But that's him." Bill happily talked taking something from a table standing in opposing Dipper corner. "But well, since Pine Tree is here, I guess I'll leave you to few of my friends. I'm certain they'll take excellent care of you from now on." Bill flashed wide, shining smile. Sincere smile that promised nothing pleasant.
Shiver went down Dipper's spine when Bills golden eyes moved to him. "Follow me. And take my jacket." Bill said turning around and walking out of the cell. He wasn't waiting so Dipper got to run a little to catch up with him. Leaving faint smell of blood and something he wasn't quite willing to name behind.
They walked trough familiar looking corridor. Dipper wondered if he was walking trough here earlier. Possible. Suddenly blonde stopped, opened some random door and pushed Dipper inside.
It was a bedroom. But not their final destination… Bill dragged brunette further, saying something about it going to be pleasant for both of them. They stopped in a bathroom. Bills bathroom… It smelled just like his shampoo…
"Clothes off." Bill smiled. Of all things he smiled, making it seam as if he was asking while he was giving an order…
"Why?" Dipper asked, understanding why but not willing to accept it.
"If you want you can bath in your clothes." Bill shrugged unbuttoning his bloodied shirt. "Not my problem" he added shrugging it off. "And don't worry, for now it's only a bath. Fun comes later~"
Dipper shuddered hearing him… Why can't he be this charming man he meet at this party? Ex-agent thought slowly moving his hands to his jackets zipper.
"And her I thought I'll get to undress you myself" Bill pouted, already naked and preparing bath. Hands and forearms bloody. There was some blood on his chest too.
By the time bath was ready, in bills opinion at least, Dipper was naked. His face was slowly getting red. Especially when Bill turned around and whistled.
"Aren't you pretty?" Blonde smiled walking closer and sneaking his arms around brunettes waist. "Now, let's have a bath. Lay out some small rules you need to follow. Nothing all that bad. I'm sure you'll get used to your new life. You'll love Italy. Have I told you we're flying there tomorrow?" Bill talked dragging shorter man to the bath.
"No, you haven't. And what rules?" Dipper asked trying to free himself from steel like grip.
"Rules are simple. When we're out don't talk if not talked to. And under no circumstance talk to people you don't know. You're mine. Keep phone on your person all the time. EVERYTHING I ask from you has to be done as fast as possible. For example, if I say get in the damn tub with me you're getting in a tub with me." Bill said, not stopping to give Dipper a chance to speak. "Or if I tell you to get on the bed and spread your pretty legs for me, you get on the damn bed and spread your pretty legs. Clear?" he finished getting to the tub.
Dipper just stood there looking at him with wide eyes.
"C'mon Pine Tree, get in." Bill said pointing other side of the tub.
Wether he liked it or not Dipper got in and Bill was already washing the blood of off himself. Trying to avoid looking at him for too long Dipper started washing himself.
Not touching Bill was hard task considering how long his legs were.
"Some-thing's wrong?" Bill asked seeing how tense other man was. "You don't have to be so nervous. I'm not going to hurt you." he said as Dipper shook his head.
"Then what are the rules are for?" he asked watching slightly red now water.
"To keep you safe." Bill said bluntly.
"Even the last one? Including examples?"
"Example was a joke. Besides I'm sure you'll like sleeping with me." Bill said leaning forward.
"You don't mean s..." Dipper started to be interrupted with a kiss. It was soft and slow. Even if Bill was a jerk and criminal and… well, not a nice person, this kiss was really pleasant and… It numbed all of brunettes senses.
Next thing he felt were Bills fingers slowly moving to his head and running trough his hair.
"Don't think so much. Just relax. Trust me." Bill whispered Dragging Dipper closer.
Brunette just hummed, not quite willing to fight.