Ladies and gentlemen I am back! My students had exams this coming week and the last two weeks of teaching have been crazy. But I love all your support! This chapter is DEFINITELY rated MATURE. So if you are not wanting to read MATURE content, please skip this chapter to the end. The last four paragraphs we meet someone new and EVIL! Thank you for everything and please forgive this rushed chapter. Much love!

Chapter 10

It was quiet when Dipper woke up. He wondered how long he had been asleep, but there was no one around to answer his question. His head felt fuzzy and his body heavy from sleep. Moving to get out of the bed, he stumbled out of the room, trying to remember how to use his feet. Down the hall, he could hear the TV playing and the smell of something heavenly. He hesitated at first, he was in the lair of a demon-manager, but his stomach convinced him it was worth the risk.

Bill didn't glance up as Dipper stepped into view, but waved a hand towards the kitchen. "Get some breakfast, Pinetree." In the kitchen, pancakes, sausages, and poached eggs, made him drool. Holding a plate filled with food, he moved to sit at the table, when a voice called to him, "Here." Bill was patting the spot next to him, still watching the TV. He frowned and attempted to turn Bill down, but a quick glance his way warned Dipper he be better not too. He sat near the end of the couch, not too close to Cipher, and started to eat. "Mmmmm!" He let out a pleased sound as he chewed his eggs and sausage. "So good." He mumbled through a mouth-full to no one in particular. He heard Cipher snicker, but choose to ignore it. He was curious as to why Cipher was being nicer. Did he feel bad? He had to force himself not to choke on his food at the ridiculous thought. He licked his lips and went to stand, but felt a strong hand push him down and another lift the plate from his hands and set in on the nearby table.

"W-what are you doing?" he stuttered. Cipher smiled innocently, pulling him closer. A pink started in creep into Dipper's cheeks.

"Let's talk, Pinetree." Dipper stared at him incredulously, but he continued undeterred. "I, mean, kid, I barely know anything about you. Wanna share?" The smile start to curve dangerously.

"No, thanks." Cipher didn't stop though, "Ah, come on Pinetree!" When Dipper continued to sit stiffly next to him, an idea occurred to Bill. "Then, let's play the guessing game! I'll make predictions about you and you can say yes or no. How about it?" Dipper just glared, but as always, it didn't reach his eyes. "I'll go first. You're 16." Dipper frowned. "18." "Wow, certainly don't look it! Okay, next. You like reading?" Dipper nodded slowly. "And music?" "Only certain types." Dipper admitted. Bill grinned as Pinetree played along. "You like tea?" "No." "Ah, yes, I should have known that. Well, you certainly didn't like Skullcap. So good for you. So nasty at the same time." Dipper felt confused, last night was fuzzy, he had had tea? He thought he remembered something, vaguely. "You certainly enjoy kissing, that I know." Dipper sputtered, brought back to the game, as Cipher put down a finger, "And snuggling" another finger went down. "Pulling hair" another finger. "and you're gay." Dipper gaped openly at him and Cipher suddenly tugged him forward, whispering as the last finger went down, "And you like me."

Lips pressed against Dipper's before he could object, and his instinct overlapped his reason. His heart pounded erratically from the chill of the lips pressing and moving into his. Teeth grazed his lips and bit hard on his bottom; Dipper gasped and Bill slip his tongue in, moving his against Dipper's. Cold hands slide up his shirt, slowly circling is nipples. Low moans escape Dipper's throat, as Cipher pushes his shirt up and begins to tease his nipples. Lips move from his to his neck and shoulders, then directly to his chest, softly licking his sensitive nipples. Dipper moaned loudly, sucking his breath in as Bill bit down. Dipper felt his mind blur with pleasure as Bill left marks up and down his chest. Bill shifted so he could admire his work, pushing Dipper flat on the couch, and straddling him. Dipper panted below him, eyes glazed looking up at him. Cipher grinned, pressing himself fully into the flushed boy, and with a slight movement of his hips, had Dipper moaning again as his harden cock grinded into Bill's. "M-Mr Cip-" Dipper panted out, his hands tugged on his sleeves. The man lowered his lips so they were barely touching Dipper's "It's Bill, Pinetree." "Mr. Ciph-" Dipper managed to breath out, before fingers slid into his pants and lips pressed hard into his. Dipper bucked as the fingers gripped his cock tightly. Another hand held his hips in place as the hand begin to pump his member. Dipper felt the build up begin to mount as his breath hitched and he felt the first tingling of orgasm, Cipher pressed a firm finger over his hole, preventing his ejaculation. Dipper felt tears well in his eyes from the need. Husky words whispered from Cipher's lips, "Say my name Pinetree, beg." Dipper bit his lip, forcing a moan down. A bit of reason leaked into his mind as Cipher used his weight to prevent him from bucking. He shook his head and heard Cipher tut above him. "Now, now. That won't do, Pinetree." The words made Dipper shiver. His eyes widen as Cipher's now free hand gripped his two easily off to the side, preventing him from stopping what happened next. Bill hovered above his cock, making eye contact as his tongue softly traced up Dipper's leaking member. He threw his head back, gasping as that cool tongue slipped between the hand still holding his orgasm down firmly. It was a stark difference between the cool fingers as his tongue tracing a hot trail up and down his pulsing shaft. Reason abandon him and he pleading with his tormentor.

"B-Bill- AH! Pl-please!" He whimpered. He felt the hand relax a little and begin pumping again, "Please what, Pinetree?" Dipper gasped as he felt his orgasm rise up inside him. "Pl-plea- Ah letme cum!" He begged. He felt the tongue flick over the tip of his dick on last time as the finger removed itself and his hand quicken it's pace. Dipper hadn't even noticed Bill had let go over his hands, now tangled in his gold locks, to pull out his own cock and stroke it. "Ah-B-Bill-ahh-AHH" Dipper curled inwards as he came hard and fast on himself, before flopping back on the couch. Above him, he finally noticed Bill pumping his own cock, hungrily looking down at Dipper's ruined body-the bite marks, hickeys, and his own cum- all mingled beautifully on the breathless boy. Dipper watched as Bill leaned forward, grabbing his head and pushing his cock into his mouth. He choked at first, but began a rhythm as the cock slid deeper in and out of his hunger mouth. He felt Bill's fingers pull his hair and head as hot, thick liquid poured into his mouth. Dipper tried to pull back, but was held still as Bill rode out his orgasm. Released, Dipper coughed, thick, hot liquid mixed with drool dripping from his mouth. A hand gently wiped away the excess. "Sorry, Pinetree. I'm a bit of a-" he gestured for lack of words and stood, pulling his pants up as Dipper sat up, returning with a wet rag and a cup of orange juice.

He handed Dipper the juice and bent to clean off the mess. Dipper blushed as he did so, fingers lingering on his marks with a grin. Dipper cleared his throat, diverting Bill's attention to him, "So, um, yeah. Um, when did you figure out I had a thing for you?"

Bill straightened up, tossing the rag aside. I'd hate to be the maid who found that. thought Dipper. "Well, last night when you gropped and kissed me was a hard tip, but I was lucky with this fun coincidence." He was smirking as the incident of last night finally surfaced in Dipper's mind, a beet-red coloring his face. Dipper opened his mouth the say something, found nothing came out and closed it again, still blushing. Bill, on the other hand, was straightening up and moving to the back bedroom. Dipper, left on his own, pulled his own clothes back on. As he was adjusting his shirt and thinking he could go for a shower, Bill returned fully dressed, hair messy, but by some crazy magic, still looking gorgeously professional. He headed towards the elevator, playing with his cuffs.

"Where are you going?" Dipper blurted out, surprising both of them. Bill gave him an odd look, a twinkle in his golden eye. "Work, Pinetree." He said simply. "Why the curiosity, kid?" and cocked his head. Dipper swallowed. "I-um- I just thought-" He couldn't believe what he was trying to say. Did he actually want to spend more time with this devil. Bill laughed. "Oh man, Pine tree, you kill me with that desperate look on your face." Dipper felt his stomach drop, and the man must have seen it on face. A pause. Bill turned as the elevator arrived. "I'll be back, Pinetree. Don't break anything." He glanced over his shoulder as he stepped onto the elevator, "And don't leave." There was an underlining threat underneath his words, dripping over that grin. Dipper swallowed and nodded. Bill grinned widened as the elevator doors closed. Dipper sat on the couch, emotions running. Did that really just happen? Dipper dropped his head into his hands, a nervous feeling building in his gut. What if he told people? What if Bill didn't like him? But then why had he asked him to stay? Thoughts ran rampant through Dipper's mind as he collapsed on the couch with an exasperated sigh. Meanwhile, an uncomfortable confrontation was erupting inside of Bill, a feeling that had never occurred within him before. A feeling of bubbling excitement stirred and unsettled him. He ducked out of the hotel and into his ride, a snap of his fingers sending the driver into motion.

He had had sex before with plenty of different people, yet they had all fallen short of his expectations. They left him bored and eventually he tired of the sex and dating scene. He had expected, planned, knew that would happened with the kid, and yet…

He folded his hands on his lap, lips pursed, Pinetree's innocent face staring up at him strong in his mind's eye. The city passed by him in a blur and he found that he didn't know. The car pulled to a stop and his door opened. A tall man with two hulking bodyguards on his sides waited for him. Pinetree would have to wait. He stepped out. The man waiting opened his arms and a grinned stretched across his face. It would have been menacing if Bill hadn't seen it a thousand times before. He didn't return the smile and brush passed the opened arm man into the building. The man turned and followed, chuckling. "You are always the same, Bill." Bill scoffed and strolled into a nearby office and sat down. The man did the same. "How are you?" Bill ignored the question, "Enough calling. Have your men do it themselves or find ones that will. I'm not part of this anymore. I've told you a thous-" The man laughed, grinned cutting Bill's words short.

"Bill, Bill, Bill." He leaned forward. "You will always be a part of this. This is who you are. My little monster. My son." Bill frowned angrily and stood. "No more calls." He turned to leave, but his father spoke. "You can never wash it away. What you've done, it can't be erased." Bill didn't pause in his leaving.