Sorry this took me so long T_T

But as compensation I drew Billdip smut... You can find it on Deviantart or on Tumblr under the name 'Rinkashin' (Same as here) clearly 18+!

Enjoy

Chapter 10

Cipher... This couldn't be it, it was something he had anticipated, but it made sense and at the same time it didn't. Dipper always thought it was weird that Bill could choose who took the challenge, that he could deny access to anyone without consequences, firing people from the library without talking to the rector before. And it was all because he didn't have to talk to anyone... But at the same time, how could he be the owner? The professors seemed to be sure that the owner should be around 80 years old and if he is still alive (like all claimed) why pass the books onto Bill? Were they related? Grandfather passes his immense book collection to grandson before he dies? So many possibilities and he wanted to know the truth... Would Bill tell him if he asked...? Should he enter the name into his phone or ask Bill before...?

After hours of breaking his head over the matter he decided to input the name into his phone.

Name

Cipher

Upon entering this, the phone's screen went black. Dipper tried turning it on again, pressing several buttons, but nothing.

"Fuck, if that was a virus I swear to God Bill you are so dead..." He kept trying to get his phone to function again. Nothing.

The screen suddenly lit up again.

[What is it that you desire?]

A blank space was left to type in.

"What..." He picked up the phone. Is he messing with me?

I want to research the demonic book collection, he typed in.

[What would you give in order to obtain this?]

"This is not ok on so many levels..." he sighed as he kept typing.

Everything, he typed.

There were moments of silence before the screen changed again.

[Your pledge has been heard.]

"What the heck..." The phone's screen went black before it busted up in blue flames.

"MABEL GET THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER!" he yelled but the blue flames engulfed his hand, crawling their way up onto Dipper's forearm. The brunet tried to extinguish them immediately, it didn't work... Then he noticed... they didn't burn, they were warm, yes, but they didn't hurt... The flames vanished just as quickly as they came, leaving a strange marking on the highest part of his lower arm. A triangle in a circle? He tried to rub it off. Not coming off.

Then Mabel rushed in with the fire extinguisher. "I'm here, what happened!?" was the first thing she yelled as she entered the room. She looked around. "Uh... What did you need this for?" she looked confused at Dipper.

"My phone started burning!" He pointed towards the object.

"Your phone?" She raised her eyebrow in disbelief.

"Blue flames Mabel! Fucking blue!" he yelled.

"Bro... Did you hit your head while you banged the librarian?" she chuckled.

"Oh my… Mabel we did not fuck!" was his answer.

"Sure... I will just leave this here just in case." She placed the fire extinguisher next to the door.

"Mabel it's true! Look at what it did to my arm!" He showed his sister the mysterious marking on his body.

"That looks like a tattoo." She traced it with her hand. "So a blue fire came from your phone and gave you a tattoo?"

"Mabel you are not listening!"

"So you got a tattoo without asking me first?" she pouted.

Dipper couldn't help but grunt. "Mabel what if this is a curse?"

"Pff, that's your excuse for getting a tattoo? Come on Dips, you will have to think of something better than that," she laughed.

"Mabel please," Dipper argued.

"Look, even if it was a curse, which it's not, it's not exactly going to be a problem." She patted Dipper on the shoulder. "I mean you have cursed us at least twice before while reading out of those creepy books and here we are!"

"Still..." He kept rubbing the new marking on his body hoping it would go away.

"Don't worry about it, just go ask your boyfriend, you said he knows a lot about this right?" she smiled.

"Right..." He let his hands fall to his side.

"Then, good night?" Mabel headed to the door.

"Good night Mabel..."

Friday morning.

Dipper headed to the library first thing in the morning. He couldn't contact Bill because his fucking phone went up in flames, literally, and even left a scar. He waited patiently in front of the library doors until they were opened rather late. Normally they were punctual and opened the doors at exactly 9, but, as Bill always said, they were understaffed. He rushed in, Bill was nowhere in sight.

"Hey Helen, is he here?" Dipper asked the old lady at the desk.

"He is in a very bad mood kiddo, are you sure you want to talk to him?" she replied.

"I really, really need to talk to him, please."

"He is downstairs in the archive, normally we don't let anyone down alone," she answered.

"Please Helen," he said, puppy eyed.

"OK... Go, but don't touch anything!"

"Thanks you are the best!" He went ahead.

"Poor kid..." she sighed.

He knew where the stairs were but he had never visited the archive of the library before. There was nothing interesting there for him. He followed the signs which lead to the open archive.

"Bill?" He made his way through the immense amounts of historical records and books, the blonde nowhere to be seen. He kept walking; it was like a maze it was clearly just as big as the library itself. Dipper never understood how they managed to run the place, just being six people for the whole place, well four since he just fired two... He kept walking until he found a second set of stairs. These led down again.

"Bill?" he cooed again, nothing. "Bill are you down there?" he yelled, again no response. Whatever.He headed down the stairs anyway. There were two big doors, closed. They both opened easily and he passed them leaving them open, they led to… another archive? This one was different, the locks at the doors were way more intricate, and there were clearly curses and traps etched into them... Dipper ran his fingers across them. Whoever entered this place unwanted was going to have a really bad time...these curses were ancient, strong enough to fucking kill somebody. Then he remembered he just entered... uninvited. Great.

.

.

.

But nothing happened... Nothing. He just stood there next to the doors. I wasn't hurt? He stepped further into the unknown room. He looked around, books... Books he had seen before in pictures but never dreamt to see in real life. He took the first one out that was in his reach. A compendium about water spirits... This is it, this is the demonic book collection. Dipper's eyes widened when something suddenly flew by him, it wasn't bigger than a pigeon, but what the fuck was it? They were two floors under the ground, how in heck did a bird get in? The thing flew by again this time pulling the brunet's hair. Dipper could now clearly see it wasn't a bird, it was a freaking eye-bat. He started running through the aisles trying to lose the horrendous being. What in hell was an eye-bat doing here... Dipper kept running, hiding from the thing. As soon as he was sure he had lost it he sat down to catch his breath.

"Oh god..." he panted. Before he could even calm down he was startled again as he heard footsteps approaching. Are there even more monsters in here? He shivered, hiding behind a shelf and trying not to make any noises. Then he was pulled by the back of his collar. He screamed and panicked until he noticed the familiar face.

"How did you get here?" the blonde asked holding a cup of coffee, but with a grim expression.

"Fuck, Bill don't do that," Dipper gasped for air.

He didn't answer, he just kept looking down at Dipper.

Oh shit he is pissed… "What I am doing he-" he couldn't finish his sentence as he was yanked by the hair by the bat. "Bill, get that thing off me!" He tried to cover himself with his hands.

"Gerald stop," the taller man ordered. The bat flew right next to Bill's shoulder simply floating there.

"Bill... That's a fucking eye-bat..." Dipper looked perplexed.

"His name is Gerald." The blonde drank his coffee nonchalantly.

"Why in hell is there an eye-bat in here?!" the brunet yelled.

"He is my pet." Bill raised his eyebrow as if it was something completely normal.

"Your pet...?" Why doesn't this surprise me to some extent..."Never mind, we really need to talk!"

Bill grunted, you could clearly see he was pissed. "Could we talk later?" he answered as he rubbed his eyes.

"No! No way! You have been making fun of me the whole time!" Dipper argued.

"What? I haven't bee-"

"Yes you have! You own these books! Do you think I am totally stupid?! I've been suspecting this from the beginning! Couldn't you just have told me?! Or am I just another plaything for you?! "

"Pinetree calm down..."

"I am not calming down! My phone went up in flames Bill! For fuck's sake, blue flames! And what in hell is this supposed to be!?" he showed Bill his arm. "If this is a curse Bill I swe-" The blonde pressed his lips against Dipper's trying to shut him up... which Dipper didn't like and bit Bill, which made the blonde retract immediately.

The older man groaned in pain, he held his hand to his lips and noticed the blood running across his lips. "You bit me?" It was more of a question than a statement.

"I told you I want to know what this is! Don't fuck with me!" Dipper yelled.

"It's your entry ticket," Bill answered as he licked his own lip.

"My what?" Dipper said confused.

"Your entry ticket to this part of the library." The blonde rolled his eyes. "In case you haven't noticed the etchings at the door, those aren't just for show, the doors won't open unless you have a 'ticket' and that thing on your arm is it."

"But… how-, what did you do?" Dipper asked.

"To be honest kid I don't know, it didn't go as planned, but that's what I get for being lazy and letting a spell work on its own."

"You put a spell on my phone?!"

"No, on the number, and you shouldn't have gotten that thing on your arm until the deal was closed, but whatever we can talk about the details later." The blonde started walking towards the exit.

"Wait, I'm not done!" Dipper exclaimed.

"Look I'm in a very bad mood, I've the lawyer of the bitch I fired coming in 15 minutes, I have a thousand things going wrong at the moment so please let's talk about this later," the taller man replied.

"Why is she throwing a lawyer on you?"

"Discrimination at the workplace, or whatever, I didn't listenm not my fault she is utterly useless."

"But… I really-" the brunet was interrupted.

"I keep my promises, you solved the code, you get the books and we will discuss the terms later." He sipped on his coffee. "Just don't annoy me."

"Wait, so I really get to work with these?"

"Yes… But please start after we discuss the terms, I really have to go now," the blonde sighed as he headed toward the door.

"Bill wait!" Dipper ran after him.

"What?!" we snapped.

"I… Look I know you are pissed but…" he sank his head.

"But?" he rubbed his eyes.

"I'm sorry I just barged in yelling… I just… I was confused. Heck I still am because I can't understand your reason for hiding this from me."

"Because I genuinely want you to like me and not for what you would gain from being with me, it's that easy kid, and now you gained what you wanted so go ahead and toss me aside I'm used to it."

"Wait… what…" Dipper's eyes widened. Bill turned his back on Dipper walking towards the doors once again. Dipper ran after the blonde pulling him back by his vest. "Are you seriously that dense?!" Dipper couldn't help but yell.

Bill just stood there looking at the brunet.

"For fuck's sake Bill," he pulled the blonde by his tie, "I like you so get that into your stupid mind!" Dipper pulled him even further so their lips would press together. "I really really like you Bill! A lot! Is it that hard to understand?!"

"I'm sorry I am not being myself at the moment…" the blonde sank his head. "I'm turning soft Pinetree, this isn't like me, I seriously need to relax for once."

"Please just… Then let's talk later," Dipper sighed.

"Thanks, now please, after you, I have to close," Bill asked of Dipper.

"Sure…" He looked back at the books one last time before they exited the room and ascended back to the main floor.

"Later Pinetree." The blonde turned away.

"I will pick you up… Let's do what you wanted to do," Dipper offered.

"Wait... you don't have to."

"You said you are stressed and I'm making it clearly worse… so let's just do what we planned to do today and talk about it tomorrow, is that a deal?" Dipper asked.

"Deal." A genuine smile spread across Bill's face, he headed back to Dipper placing a kiss on the younger's forehead. Bill headed into his office and Dipper ran to the class he was already late to.