WARNING: NSFW

Chapter Twelve

"Love." Dipper smirked, so close to Bill that he could feel the blonde's breath against his skin. He slid his glasses back into the pocket of his flannel absentmindedly, watching Bill for any sort of reaction. Bill's eyes just searched his for a moment, no response in mind. He wouldn't give Dipper the satisfaction of one, and instead, tilted his head to the side to catch the brunette's lips in a kiss. Dipper didn't jolt backwards, didn't pull away. He'd been counting on this, actually. Content, his eyelids lowered, masking the emerald green of his irises with his lashes. Bill's own eyes were closed in concentration as his fingers loosened against the fabric of Dipper's flannel to run a hand past the brunette's hip. The demon rested his palm on the small of Dipper's back, tugging him forward to deepen the kiss.

Bill nipped experimentally on Dipper's bottom lip, his other hand roaming wherever it desired to go, his touches purposely gentle. The lack of pressure had to be infuriating, and that he knew. Dipper craned his neck back, breaking the kiss to look at Bill with a grin, one arm hooked around the demon while the fingers of his other hand curled around the collar of his sweater. "Oh, that's cute," he chirped, narrowing his eyes in amusement. He chuckled softly, raising his brow. Did Bill think he'd be able to get to Dipper so easily?

Did Bill think he'd already forgotten about his payback?

Bill frowned, reading his thoughts like words on a page. "I swear to every deity you humans conjured up in those heads of yours, if you deny me one more time..." the demon threatened lowly, jaw tightening in frustration.

Dipper scoffed, the hand on Bill's shoulder trailing upwards to thread his fingers through platinum blonde hair sweetly, sure as hell he'd be taking his time with this. "Wouldn't dream of it," he cooed in a tone Bill would've compared to velvet, stepping back until the backs of his knees were pressed against his bed.

Bill noticed the movement and hummed, lips curving upwards cattishly. He laughed breathily, tipping his head and pressing his nose behind Dipper's jaw, lowering until he reached the crook of his neck. The demon flicked his tongue out to testily lick at the slope of of his collar bone, fingers picking at the top button of Dipper's flannel. Dipper shivered, suppressing a sound and instinctively tilting his head to the side to allow Bill more access. He could go along with this for a while.

He could definitely go along with this.

Smirking to himself, Dipper absentmindedly played with and tugged at Bill's hair as the demon's jutting canines dug into his flesh none too gently. His skin felt as if it were burning beneath Bill's touches, and he fidgeted restlessly. Another bite, this time a little bit harder. Dipper sighed, breath hitching ever so slightly in his throat. Bill took quick note of that, tracing the flat of his tongue back up an artery, reveling in the way Dipper's fingers clenched against his skull, a whine just barely escaping his lips. And oh, was that exciting. Amused, he pressed a kiss to the brunette's neck, leaving them all the way up to his jaw and finally his ear. Dipper's eyes fell shut and he breathed out hotly, swallowing hard.

Bill pulled back, taking in Dipper's appearance. Cheeks flushed, eyebrows knit together, and lips pulled together to keep from making any sound. Bill chuckled, dragging a hand up his chest and neck, stopping at his jaw to grab his chin. Dipper's eyes snapped open to stare at him, swiping his tongue over his own lips to wet them. For the sake of his pride, he didn't say anything, instead opting to push forward and kiss Bill feverishly, heart pounding and heat rising in his abdomen. His hands ran along Bill's sides, stopping at the hem of his sweater and pulling it upwards. Laughing, the blonde broke the kiss to take it off and smirked at Dipper, who's eyes lingered on his tan skin before looking back up.

"Lock the door," he said, pulling at the topmost button of his flannel. Beaming, Bill held up a hand, fingers positioned to snap. But Dipper grabbed his wrist, glaring. "Like a normal person, stupid," he hissed, pushing the blonde towards the door.

Bill groaned, pulling his arm away and spinning on his heels. "You're paranoid," he muttered, twisting the lock and fiddling with the knob just to be sure it wouldn't open.

He turned to see Dipper toss a blue t-shirt to the ground to join his now discarded flannel. Bill grinned, stepping towards him. "And you're reckless," Dipper retorted, sitting down on the edge of his bed and looking up at the demon with a simper.

Chuckling, Bill placed a hand on Dipper's shoulder and shoved him downwards a bit rougher than what was probably necessary, earning a shocked yelp in response. "Whatever you say, kid," he cooed, leaning over Dipper and bending a knee up onto the comforter. He smirked and lowered his head to kiss the other hard, propping himself up on one of his elbows while his other hand dragged down Dipper's chest. His touch was light as a feather, deliberate. Smiling against the kiss, he parted his lips to shove his tongue into the brunette's mouth.

Dipper shivered, brows furrowed as he allowed Bill's tongue to swirl around his own, trying hard not to moan into the demon's mouth. He brought down his hands, fumbling to undo Bill's belt and pull it from the loops. It took him a few more moments than he would've liked, but he was soon able to tug it off and go to work on the button of Bill's jeans. Bill just laughed, breaking away from the kiss. "Eager, Pine Tree?" he quipped, his fingertips pressing just barely against the bulge in Dipper's pants.

Dipper gave a soft gasp, unable to control the way his cock twitched in response. The blush on his face crawled along his neck and chest from embarrassment, and Bill scoffed at him, removing his hand to grab at both of the brunette's own. Dipper swallowed thickly, eyes narrowing in annoyance. Bill hummed triumphantly, adjusting his position so his hips pushed down on Dipper's erection and he was sitting a bit more comfortably. The brunette whined beneath him, painfully aroused to a point where he was almost desperately trying to grind his pelvis upwards for some friction, but Bill's thighs kept him locked in place. "Nn.. God..." he breathed, pulling at his hands.

Bill snickered, holding onto them a little bit tighter. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you," he sneered, bearing down a little harder on Dipper, who groaned heavily.

The pressure was almost too much for him to take. His breathing was ragged and sweat beaded at his hairline. "Ahn.. Bill, I-" Bill rolled his hips harshly into the brunette's. "Fuck-!" Dipper ground out, fingers clenched against his palms and beginning to turn white.

Bill chuckled, shifting purposely just to test the limits of what he could do. Which earned him a strained whimper and quiet panting from Dipper's lips. He once again attempted to rut against the demon, but it was impossible. At that point, he knew he couldn't. It was simply instinct driving him to keep prying at Bill's grip. But this would only last a bit longer, he decided.

Bill leaned downwards to be only an inch or so from Dipper's face, beaming. His fingers were wound tightly around the brunette's wrists and his body moved rather sharply against him. "I think I'm going to take my time and enjoy this thoroughly," Bill sneered, irises flashing red. He shifted his legs so his hips were raised just above Dipper and his knees pressed against the fabric on either side of him. Dipper let out the breath hadn't known he'd been holding in. The lack of any friction was worse than not being able to move at all. Regardless. He could use this to his advantage.

Bill let go of Dipper's wrists after what felt like an eternity, leaning over him and placing his palms on the comforter at either side of Dipper's head. Bill's lips hovered over his ear, and he snickered. Dipper raised up his now freed hands and ran them along Bill's sides, fingertips brushing against his skin softly. Bill opened his mouth to make some sarcastic remark, but he was quickly silenced when Dipper used the opportunity he was given to push the blonde to the side and turn to take his place on top of him. He shoved Bill's shoulders back into the bed, grinning down at him.

Bill jolted slightly in shock, eyes blown and staring upwards at Dipper, which the brunette found both adorable and amusing. "Didn't expect that, did you?" he asked in a sing-song tune, leering triumphantly at him. Bill just blinked, then frowned, moving his hands upwards to attempt to flip the script back to what it had been. But Dipper just chuckled, threading his fingers with the blonde's and pushing them up above Bill's head. "Yeah, that's not how this is gonna work," he jeered, bending to be only an inch or two from Bill. "I think I'll be taking things from here."

Bill fidgeted, not sure whether or not he hated or enjoyed being talked to that way. For the sake of his pride, he decided he hated it. But his pride crumbled to pieces as soon as Dipper bit down softly on his lower lip, rocking his body against Bill's own. A pathetic little whimper escaped his lips and he blushed at the sound of his own voice, involuntarily grinding his hips into Dipper's.

"Gh-god, kid," Bill hissed out, moving his legs a bit in an attempt to get more comfortable. "There's more lust coming off of you than I thought humans were even capable of." He laughed softly, flexing his fingers, which were still being held down by Dipper's hands.

Dipper hummed, tilting his head to the side to kiss along the demon's jaw softly. "I don't think you mind," he remarked coyly, lips curved upwards. He could feel Bill's pulse beneath the skin, racing faster with every move Dipper made. And that all on its own made the brunette want to test just how far he could push Bill. Dipper started sucking on the sensitive skin along his jaw, eliciting a low and not-so well concealed whine.

Bill's spine curved slightly into the brunette, desperate to be touched more. Desperate to put his hands all over Dipper. Desperate for Dipper to put his hands all over him.

Seriously, how long had he been this lovesick?

Shit. Well, that was embarrassing.

Dipper ran his tongue across the bruise he'd left on Bill's jaw, satisfied. He leaned up, raising his brow proudly at the blushing and panting mess of a person Bill was beneath him. "K-kid..." he breathed, closing his eyes for a moment before forcing them to meet Dipper's. "Cut it with the teasing already." He tried to sound threatening. Honestly, he did. But he really was too excited to put up any kind of resistance, and his hands relaxed in Dipper's grip. His head was far too foggy to even bother anymore.

An annoying little part of his brain was practically begging to be fucked. The other part of his brain was telling it to shut up.

Dipper laughed, loving the needy look in Bill's eyes. "Ask me nicely," he purred, lifting himself onto his knees and shifting his weight onto his hands to keep Bill down.

The blonde whimpered, moving his hips as if that would make Dipper more keen on doing as he asked. He bit his lip, glancing to the side. His face was scarlet and his body ached without the contact. He swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth and looked back up at Dipper. He parted his lips to speak, but paused. Was he really willing to surrender what remained of his dignity? His eyes skimmed down along Dipper's body almost curiously. The demon shivered.

Yes. He certainly was.

"Fuck me," he implored, voice quiet but tone still somewhat firm. He exhaled slowly. "Please, Pine Tree." He hated the way his voice sounded, all sweet and wanting. It was almost sickening, but seemed to do the trick just the same.

Dipper smirked. "Good," he cooed softly. He released Bill's hands, and the blonde immediately shot them upwards to wrap around his neck and pull him into a very fast-paced and deprived kiss. He wasn't sure why he wasn't taking this as his chance to get Dipper beneath him again, but he didn't even attempt it. He was also rather curious as to why he was responding so eagerly to being demeaned in such a way. Oh, hell... Am I a masochist? he questioned inwardly, almost humiliated by the very thought. Almost being the key word there. Dipper by no means was against it of course, and kissed Bill back feverishly, his tongue prodding its way into the blonde's mouth. His hands trailed all along the demon's chest and stomach, nails digging into his skin and leaving red marks.

Bill moaned shamelessly against Dipper's lips, back arching into the touch. Yep. Masochist. Fantastic.

Bill's eyes fluttered open. His fingers combed through brunette curls, and he tugged on them as a sort of order. Dipper seemed to get the hint and pulled away an inch or two, gaze clouded with lascivious intent. "Kid, when I said fuck me, I meant now," Bill managed through panting breaths, bringing up a knee that pressed between the brunette's legs and sent electricity sparking up Dipper's spine. He gasped, shuddering. "No more games," Bill added, lowering a hand to fiddle with the button of Dipper's jeans. "Here. Get off for a second."

Dipper narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but obeyed with little hesitation, standing up and letting the blonde do whatever it was he had planned. After all, Dipper could always get the blonde beneath him again. Bill sat up, hair matted in the back from being shoved into the bed and face still rather red. He leaned over, grabbing Dipper's flannel from off the ground and looking through the pockets. He glanced up. "Do I have to spell it out? Pants. Off. Now," he said blankly, looking back down and grinning when he pulled out Dipper's glasses.

Grumbling, Dipper began to undress, hissing at the strange feeling he was met with as soon as the tightness against his member was relieved. He didn't like the sudden bossiness at all, but he decided he'd let it go for the time being. If Bill actually thought he was getting out of this walking correctly, then he was sorrily mistaken.

Bill chuckled at Dipper's thought process, tossing the glasses towards him. "Ooh, scary," he remarked, eyes trailing southwards out of curiosity. The brunette caught the specs in a hand and raised his brow. "Put those on."

Dipper watched Bill stand, noting the way his eyes lingered on him for a moment before focusing on taking off his jeans. "Why?" he questioned somewhat skeptically, unfolding them to push over his ears anyway.

The demon breathed out softly, kicking off his jeans and discarding them. He looked upwards at the brunette, meeting their gazes and smirking at the way Dipper's eyes were accented so nicely by the glasses. "Every human has quirks, kid," he cooed in explanation, shrugging as Dipper stepped towards him. "And I've decided that one of mine is finding you particularly alluring when you've got those on." He wrapped his arms around the brunette's neck, lips pulled upwards into a sneer that Dipper absolutely couldn't wait to wipe off his face.

And so he didn't hesitate another moment to do so, pushing Bill down onto the bed and pressing him into the mattress. Bill just made a satisfied little sound in the back of his throat, lashes lowered and pupils dilated to take up most of his vermilion irises as he looked up into framed green hues mischievously. Dipper made it a point not to waste anymore time and pressed a few of his fingers against Bill's lips. "Suck," he ordered, unblinking.

Bill just cocked an eyebrow at him, confident. "And if I say n-oomph..!" His eyes widened in slight shock when Dipper prodded his fingers into the blonde's mouth, beaming at him. Bill glared, blushing darkly, and twirled his tongue around the digits obediently. Embarrassment was evident as ever on his face, and that was exactly what Dipper had been going for. He rocked his hips down on the blonde's, watching through the frames of his glasses as Bill's eyes closed, brows creased together as he tried not to moan. God, was this was humiliating.

Though in his mind, he really had no qualms with that.

Dipper enjoyed eyeing Bill as he quickly eased back into the submissive role (which Dipper found was satisfying in itself), bobbing his head to the best of his ability and coating the man's fingers with his saliva. After a moment or so, Dipper pulled his hand away from him, lowering it to press his index finger against the demon's entrance and push it inside of him gently. Bill gasped, biting his lip and covering his mouth with a hand. Fuck, he mentally cursed, his cock twitching in response, and he moved his hand downwards to touch himself. He was so desperately turned on and he couldn't stand it.

But Dipper had other plans, and used his free hand to clutch both of Bill's wrists, shoving them down on the bed over his head. Again. At the same moment he did that, he slid his second digit in, fingertips brushing against a bundle of nerves and rubbing it softly. Bill's eyes snapped wide open, hands clenching into fists and tensing in Dipper's grip. He cried out pathetically, pelvis rolling up unconsciously to meet the thrusts of the man's fingers. "Shit, that's..!" he puffed, chest heaving. "N-not even fair..."

Dipper laughed, curling and moving his fingers a little bit faster, purposely massaging around that one spot, tantalizingly close. But never touching it directly. "And you can't get enough of it," he sniggered, watching the way Bill twisted and writhed for more, tugging at his wrists until they were red and stung from being held down with so much force. Not that Bill minded, really.

Damn, what's wrong with me? he asked inwardly.

Oh...Yeah...Masochist, he then reminded himself.

Bill whimpered, legs weak and body racked with tremors every time Dipper deprived him of what he wanted. It was so frustratingly exciting, and he could feel the arousal prickling his skin. He glanced down at his length, swollen and leaking precum from the tip. He was so close, and he had barely experienced a thing. His already scarlet cheeks reddened. Getting off on mortification wasn't something he'd ever expected from himself, but Bill couldn't really deny what a turn on that was for him anymore.

Dipper hummed elatedly, removing his fingers from inside Bill, which coaxed a strained whine from the blonde. "You are a sight to see right now, you know that?" Dipper questioned teasingly, watching Bill's eyes languidly trail up to meet his, breaths coming out in shallow huffs. Dipper scoffed, reluctantly freeing Bill's hands to place his own against the demon's hips and hold them down. Bill visibly swallowed, lowering his hands and rubbing one of his wrists gingerly. He gave a barely perceptible nod at Dipper's question, any shame he'd had lost with the newfound and overwhelming desire- Scratch that, downright need to climax.

"C-can I..." He couldn't bring himself to finish the question, instead parting his legs a bit more as a silent plea to be touched. Bill turned his head to the side in an attempt not to meet Dipper's intense gaze, fidgeting beneath the brunette in anticipation.

Dipper found his shyness absolutely adorable. And the fact that Bill was clearly acting the way he was simply because he enjoyed the role he'd been given made it all the more gratifying. Amused, Dipper caught his lips in a kiss, keeping his pace slow and tender for the moment. He positioned himself above Bill, using a palm to lightly move the blonde's thighs a little further apart. He licked the demon's lower lip, pushing himself in gently. Bill gasped shortly, giving Dipper the juncture he'd needed to jab his tongue into the blonde's mouth.

He rolled his hips, a little rougher now, and gave a slight groan at the warm, slick sensation around his cock. Bill's stomach tightened considerably, and he pulled away from the kiss to swear under his breath. The action sent slight jolts of pain crawling up his spine, and Bill would be lying if he said he didn't revel in it. "P-Pine Tree," he stammered, voice like honey against Dipper's ears. "Harder." He pulled Dipper down a bit, rocking back and forth to meet the brunette's movements. He buried his face into Dipper's neck, one hand entangled in his hair while the other was pressed against his shoulder, nails scraping against the skin fiercely.

Dipper couldn't refuse. Not when Bill sounded like that, all quiet and sweet. Especially not with the way his length was beginning to throb with the desperate need to move faster. He pulled out, hesitating for a split second just to torment the blonde beneath him a bit more, then thrust back in hard. He was rewarded with a loud moan from Bill, who quivered from the pleasure.

The sound went straight between Dipper's legs, and he made it a goal to hear as much as possible.

Smirking, he let one hand come down to wrap around Bill's cock, balancing himself on his other arm. A weak little sound escaped Bill's lips, and he raised his legs up to loop around Dipper's lower back.

Dipper grunted, shoving himself into Bill again and again, heart beating faster as Bill's voice increased in volume each time. He pumped the blonde's erection to the pace he moved his hips, breath coming out in labored gasps.

Bill's grip tightened in his hair, and he bit down on Dipper's shoulder sharply to keep himself from becoming any louder. He might have broken the skin, but he was too out of it to really care. Or notice at all, for that matter. Dipper did, however, and hissed in pain. Though it was bearable and actually somewhat enticing, he didn't really want Bill trying to muffle his sounds at all.

Dipper swiped his thumb over Bill's tip, then jerked his hand up and down less than gently, drawing a long, drawn out cry from the demon. His head rolled back and his hands trailed down to wrap around the brunette, digging his nails into the other's flesh to keep himself grounded. It did him little good, of course, as he was already so close to climaxing that his brain could hardly even function correctly. And, although he hadn't even registered the words before saying them, he somehow managed to choke out what he hadn't before; something that made the hairs on the back of Dipper's neck rise.

"Can I-" he started, breath hitching in his throat. "Can I please c-cum...?" His voice was hushed, but provocative and sexy. But what really sent Dipper reeling was the fact that he'd asked. He'd wanted Dipper's permission. The brunette was well aware Bill had only done so because he was simply too far gone, too deep in the new and rather pleasant persona he'd made for himself. And Dipper had to admit, he really, really liked this side of Bill.

In fact, he was almost tempted to say yes.

Almost.

But when he pressed his lips to Bill's ear, somehow the blonde knew what his response would be. "Not until I have," he growled, punctuating his words with a heavy thrust. Luckily for Bill, though, Dipper was closer than he'd let on, and he was fast approaching his peak.

Bill whimpered beneath him, tears building in his eyes as he really strained himself to keep from losing it. Part of him wished he hadn't let the words slip. The other part of him was so ungodly and inexplicably pleased with this outcome. But he'd of course never say that aloud.

Dipper groaned, continuing his ministrations on Bill's prick as he ground himself deep into the blonde, purposely hitting his prostate with every push. He wanted to see if Bill could actually do as he'd been told.

Bill's voice rang out, and he could barely take it anymore. His eyes were blurry and his bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat. His skin from his cheeks down to his chest was bright red from blush and hickeys specked his flesh. Frankly, he looked completely wrecked. "Dipper-! Please!" he pleaded, voice positively sinful.

Something about the sound of 'Dipper' coming from Bill's lips sent chills down the brunette's back, and it was the last little push he'd needed to send him over the edge entirely. "Gh-god, I'm-" He moaned before he could finish the thought, keeling over the blonde with a particularly rough shove, stars exploding into his vision as he came.

Bill pulled Dipper closer, fingertips raking Dipper's skin ruthlessly as the feeling of being filled overwhelmed his senses. Finally releasing all the tension built up in his body and letting the tightness in his abdomen ravel, pulses of electricity darted all across his body. He buried his head into Dipper's shoulder to muffle the sound of him quite literally screaming with pleasure, profanity rolling off his tongue like waves on a shoreline. He trembled violently, only calming down once all the aftershocks of his orgasm melted away to nothing. His legs fell back down from around Dipper, hitting the mattress with a soft thump. Both his and Dipper's breathing was ragged and neither of them seemed capable of coherent thought processes at the moment.

Giving a contented sigh, Dipper pulled himself out of Bill and all but collapsed beside him on the bed. He barely even registered the stickiness that seemed to have been spilled all over his stomach. Bill looked over at him. No words came to mind. He was still drawing a total blank there. But for some reason he thought to reach out a hand to push the specs up on Dipper's nose, adjusting them.

"...Humans exhaust easily, huh?" Bill puffed after a couple minutes of his little staring contest with Dipper, glancing down at himself. Boy, he was a mess.

Dipper just hummed, blinking. "Y-yeah." He coughed into his hand, gesturing between them with his other one. "We should probably clean ourselves up. Mabel would never let me hear the end of it if she saw cum all over the sheets..." His face flushed. She'd never let him hear the end of it if she found out at all, let alone had proof. He shuddered at the mere thought. Maybe having sex in the middle of the day with no thought to even be remotely quiet was a bad idea.

Well.

Mistakes were made.

Bill scoffed, raising his brow. "You think I'm getting up after what you just put my body through?" he questioned, voice reaching its usual boisterous pitch once more. "Fuck you. I'm gonna stay right here."

Dipper scowled. Bill was back to his usual self. The brunette exhaled wearily. All good things came to an end at some point, he supposed.

Bill chuckled. "Seems that way, doesn't it, Pine Tree?" he cooed, snapping his fingers. The dirtiness on their bodies disappeared, and Bill even went out of his way to clothe them. Well, they both had their boxers back on, at least. And that was all that was really necessary. "Better get used to it, too. Next time I won't be so quick to let you take the lead," Bill added, sighing contentedly and feeling much more pleasant without any of the liquid that stuck uncomfortably to his body. But Dipper didn't look nearly as happy as he did.

He shook his head. "What did I say about magic?" he asked worriedly, fingers wrapping around Bill's wrist.

"Aw, don't be so boring. Nothing happened this ti-"

"This time." Dipper looked really serious, and Bill was somewhat surprised.

The blonde opened his mouth to argue. "But-"

Yet again, Dipper wouldn't allow it. "You're going to hurt yourself like this, Bill." Fear dripped into his tone, and something about that actually resonated with the demon.

Bill's gaze softened, and he reached his free hand out to pull the glasses off Dipper's face. "Okay," he lulled, surprisingly soothing. "No more." A few moments passed. Dipper released his other arm, nodding just enough for it to be noticeable. Bill gave him a reassuring smile, which was certainly rare, and scooted closer to him. He adjusted his body and lifted his hips up to pull the blankets from beneath him, though pain coursed through him as soon as he put any effort into moving at all, and he winced. Dipper did something similar to that, mostly so he could be near Bill without the comforter becoming a barrier between them. The blonde outstretched his hand, sitting the spectacles on the nightstand with a thoughtful hum.

Dipper then wound his arms tightly around the demon and pulled him forward, letting his forehead press gently against the curve of Dipper's collar bone. Bill didn't complain, just absentmindedly brushed his fingers along the brunette's sides and let his eyes flutter shut. He really didn't mind the sweetness he was being treated with. Quite the contrary. It actually felt pretty.. nice. Even if it didn't really make sense to him.

Love.

That was the word, right?

Bill gave that concept a bit of thought before he soon fell asleep.

And for the first time in all of eternity... he had an actual dream. One that belonged solely to him.