So... Guys I'm so sorry I haven't posted in ages! I'm working on a cosplay (Lance from Voltron) for the LBM in 10 days and I'm putting all my free time into it. Also I've had a really rough time lately... so I'm really sorry if I'm not that active for the next two weeks but I will try my best T_T
Chapter 11
Friday evening. It was already past six as Dipper arrived at the library. He had enough time to go home after class, freshen himself up, and change into more decent clothes. As usual, everyone was still cleaning up and closing for the weekend. He was let in anyway since the staff already knew him and they probably knew everything about him and Bill... but he tried to push that thought aside as he searched for the blonde predator through the masses of books. Then the older lady noticed him.
"Hey kid he is closing downstairs!" Helen yelled.
"Thanks!" He ran to the stairs which led to the archive. It was fun yelling in a library. It certainly had its perks to be able to browse after everyone was gone, but he needed to get Bill and not browse. The blonde was already going up the stairs and Dipper almost crashed into him.
"S-Sorry!" he stuttered as he ran into the blonde's arms.
"You are early," was the first thing that Bill could mutter.
"I know but I don't mind waiting," Dipper replied.
The blonde scoffed, "Thanks..."
"Is something wrong?" Dipper asked.
"Just a hard day," he sighed.
"Can I help... I don't know, is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" Dipper cupped the blonde's face, who happily nuzzled into it. Dipper was a step higher than Bill, almost making them the same height.
"You are so cute..." The older man took the hand of the brunet, placing kisses all over it. "I really want to play with you." His typical smug smirk spread across his face.
Ok he is back to normal... Dipper blushed slightly. "Shouldn't you be closing? And aren't there still people upstairs?"
"Everyone should be gone, and I've got time." The blonde pushed Dipper against the wall, softly nibbling on the brunet's neck.
"For real... in here?" Dipper asked. He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of it.
"Doesn't seem to be bothering you." Bill slowly slid his hand under Dipper's shirt.
"It doesn't," Dipper couldn't help but smile. "I'm not letting you off the hook, we will talk tomorrow," he stated.
"Tomorrow." Bill started pinching the brunet's nipples making him whine softly. He started licking the younger man's neck, moving to his collarbone and softly biting there.
"Well, you are rushing today," Dipper raised his eyebrow.
"I haven't touched you in a week... You know I can't hold back with you," the blonde whispered. His warm breath so close to his skin was making Dipper go crazy. He slid one hand carefully over the brunet's crotch, rubbing it softly with the palm of his hand, the other was still under his shirt, playfully brushing against his nipples.
They were interrupted by the sound of someone coughing; it was Helen, she was standing atop the stairs looking down at them.
"Would you mind not doing that while I am still here?" She threw a pair of keys at the blonde. He caught them with one hand, the other still under Dipper's shirt. Dipper pushed Bill away and turned as red as he could get.
"You are such a pain in the ass!" Bill snarled at her.
"Just close up and don't incinerate the kid, I will see you on Monday." She waved goodbye.
He ran after her and yelled, "I am not going to incinerate him!"
"Blah blah," she mocked the blonde and left the library.
"Bitch..." Bill swore under his breath.
"Please tell me everyone is gone for real now..." Dipper asked from the stairs.
"All clear... sorry."
"What was that about setting me on fire?" Dipper raised his brow.
"Uh…that's and inside joke..." The taller man scratched the back of his head. "Story for another time... Now I will just close." He headed to the main doors and started closing them up one by one.
"She is very... umm." Dipper couldn't find the right words.
"Spit it out."
"Close? Is she related to you somehow?" he asked.
"Helen? No, she isn't Pinetree, she just has been working for me for over thirty years."
"Thirty?" Dipper asked, confused.
"For my family... So let's say she has known me for a while," Bill chuckled.
"I guess it's a story for another time?" Dipper sighed.
"See, you are getting the hang of it Pinetree, I don't like being questioned."
"So then I can't ask where we are going today?" he sighed.
"I told you, eating then to a club and then to my place." The smirk was back on.
"And I guess you won't tell me the name of the club?"
"Does Fearamid ring a bell?" Bill replied.
"No, not exactly." Dipper raised his eyebrow.
"See, now let's go" The blonde packed Dipper by the hand and both left.
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This time they headed to a shadier part of the city. This time they stood in front of a club Dipper had never heard of, 'Fearamid'. It was completely black from the outside, a body guard standing at the door keeping a small line of people outside waiting.
"Isn't this the neon club?" Dipper asked.
"Neon club?" Bill raised his eyebrow.
"I've heard about a club that only lets certain individuals in, especially on Saturday. It's supposed to be like a super exclusive thing. The place is black inside, the only source of light are supposed to be some neon lights worked into the walls that illuminate the room in rainbow colors, and there are 'Thrones' made of stone as chairs," Dipper explained "...Well, that's what my sister told me."
"Well, that describes it pretty well, I didn't know it's going around by that ridiculous name, she won't be happy about that."
"She?" Dipper tilted his head.
"The owner, old friend, total bitch, whatever she says don't listen to her," Bill explained as they headed toward the entrance.
"You know a lot of people don't you?" the brunet smiled.
"I know everyone and everything Pinetree" Bill smirked.
"You are quite a narcissist, you know that?"
"Of course I do, why do you think I always get what I want?" He grabbed Dipper by his ass.
"You are a moron," the brunet laughed as he elbowed Bill.
As they were about to enter, cutting the line, they were stopped by the bodyguard in front of the door. He was even taller than Bill; scratched the two meters easily, fierce looking, black hair with green ends, well-built and had sunglasses on even if it was already dark outside.
"No entry, stand in line and wait like everyone else," he exclaimed.
Dipper was petrified, he didn't expect this.
"8Ball… I will shove my fucking boot up your ass and send you back to the fucking place that you came from if you don't let me in! So get the fuck out of my way!"
"Bill?" The man slid his glasses down a little to glance at him.
"No, the fucking tooth fairy, who do you think you twat?! Move!"
"Sorry boss, I wasn't expecting you today, it's Friday."
"I know that it's Friday..." The blonde rubbed his eyes. "Is she in?"
"Of course she is in," the black haired man chuckled, then he looked at Dipper who was more or less hiding behind Bill. "And you have company?"
"Yes now if you would excuse us." Bill made a hand gesture for the man to move.
"Such friendliness..." the taller man grunted.
"Always." Bill simply passed by the man entering the club with Dipper.
"You are always quite rude when you don't get your way..." Dipper stated.
"I thought I already told you, I always get what I want," he grinned.
As they entered Dipper was amazed by the interior, even stupefied. It was a lot bigger than it looked from the outside; a big red mosaic of glass decorated one wall forming an all seeing eye. The rest was black, completely black, but every corner and edge were illuminated by lights built into them, changing color in a fluent flow.
"Do you like it... or do you want to go somewhere else?" Bill asked out of nowhere.
"It's amazing! This place looks like out of a dream," the younger man stated.
"Good." The blonde lifted Dipper's chin with his index finger, placing a kiss on his lips.
"Is it ok to do that here?" Dipper blushed.
"Fucking in the library is ok but kissing in a club isn't?" Bill raised his eyebrow.
"You said we were alone!" Dipper elbowed Bill harder this time.
The blonde man just laughed, "You are way too cute," which made Dipper turn red.
"This place it's quite full..." Dipper exclaimed.
"Wait here, I'm going to look for someone," he answered.
"Uh.. Sure, Bil-" Before he could say anything else, the blonde was already somewhere in the crowd. Great…
The brunet just stood there near the entrance of the place carefully watching everyone. It was still early, barely past 9pm since they had gotten something to eat before they headed there.
Suddenly arms were wrapped around his neck, he moved away as the touch felt foreign. It wasn't Bill. He moved away from the grab and turned around. It was a woman, probably older than Dipper, around the same height as himself but she was wearing massive heels, bobbed hair in an unnatural bright pink shade, a tight black dress, and her heels were in the same pink shade as her hair.
Whoa.
"Hey there, what's your name?" she asked.
"Uh Dipper..." he answered.
"I have never seen you around before, first time?" She moved closer placing her hand on the brunet's shoulder.
"Yes..."
"You are quite cute." She leaned on his shoulder.
"Thanks... But-" She interrupted him.
"Want to drink something? It's on me," she suggested.
"I am here with someone..." Dipper answered.
"I am sure I can show you a great time, why don't we g-" The pink haired girl let out a small cry as she was pulled by her hair. "You son of a b-" She turned around and stopped her rambling as she saw the man who pulled her. "Bill, I wasn't expecting you here."
"Pyronica, I don't know how many times we have talked about this, but I will repeat it again: Hands. Off. My. Property!" he clearly raised his voice.
"But he is so cute! And besides I didn't know he was yours." She pinched the brunet's cheeks.
"Of course you did! That's exactly why you approached him!" Bill rubbed his eyes.
"Touché."
"Pinetree this is Pyronica, the one I told you about," Bill grunted.
"Just as Bill said, I'm Py, nice to meet you," she winked.
"Dipper... Pleasure."
"You know Bill and I have known each other for cen-" she was interrupted.
"I need to talk to you, right now!" Bill pulled the girl by her hand. "Be right back Pinetree, just go to the VIP area and sit down. A table should be free, order whatever you like, goes on me," he smirked as he left with the pink haired girl.
"Wait... And he is gone..." Dipper sighed. What's up with the whole secrecy…
He did as told and headed to the VIP area, another guard standing in front of it, but he was let in without saying anything. The VIP area was simply on a dais which not everyone could go into. It had its own bar and the furniture was clearly more intricate. He sat down at a free table, and it was clearly for more than two people so it felt awkward sitting alone in there. A few minutes passed, then a waitress approached him. "Can I get you something while you wait?" she asked.
Dipper raised his head and noticed that it was the same woman that was hitting on him before.
"You work as a waitress? I thought you owned this place," Dipper said surprised.
"Well I am not the complete owner, the rights to this place are divided and I am only going to wait your table since you are here with Bill and... by the way, he is changing. I told him to get out of that suit," she smiled.
"How do you two know each other?" Dipper asked.
"Uh... Well let's say we have known each other for a long long time, we met because we were quite some trouble makers back in our day."
"Bill a trouble maker?" Dipper tilted his head.
"He is going to kill me for telling you this but," she pressed her lips together before she kept talking, "he isn't a nice and quiet little librarian like he pretends to be."
"I know he isn't, but he is still nice to me," Dipper replied.
A sad expression spread over her face.
"Is there something wrong?" the brunet asked.
"No, just... You might find out things about him... things that you might not like, but believe me he would do anything for you."
"Why are you telling me this?" he asked.
"I guess it's just because it's the first time I've seen Bill care about someone," she added.
"What..."
"Py hands off," a voice came from behind the two of them.
"I'm not touching him!" She raised her hands.
Dipper turned around to see Bill had changed into much more casual clothes: black pants, black jacket, and a yellow shirt. He had his hair open. Oh shit…Dipper flushed.
"Did she say something stupid?" The blonde raised his eyebrow as he sat next to Dipper.
"No, really, she offered me a drink," Dipper answered, the girl sighed in relief.
"Then did you choose yet?" He looked at the brunet.
"Not really just, I will just take whatever you are having." He looked at the blonde.
"Well then, Py, the raspberry and the usual." Bill looked at the girl.
"Got it." She winked and left.
"How did you even get changed?" the brunet asked as he scanned the clothing.
"Let's say I've a few of my things lying around in the staff room, just in case." Bill took out a cigarette and lit it.
"Do you come here that often?" Dipper asked.
"Every week, Pinetree." He exhaled the smoke.
"Every Saturday?" Dipper raised his eyebrow.
"Yes, why?"
"Isn't that the day for special clientele?" The younger man tilted his head.
Bill couldn't help but chuckle. "How cute."
"What do you have to do to be able to enter here on a Saturday?" Dipper asked.
"Kid… The clientele that comes here on Saturday… let's say you don't want to meet them... Seriously, not good company." The blonde ran his fingers through his own hair.
"But don-"
"Here are your drinks, boys." Pyronica came back rather quickly, placing two different drinks on the table. "The raspberry special and your thing Bill."
"Raspberry what?" Dipper raised the ominous black glass which had a pink drink inside with a thyme leaf.
"Just try it." Bill swung his arm around the brunet as he started sipping on his own drink.
Dipper did as told. The drink tasted heavily of raspberry, almost like drinking a juice with a vague tone of alcohol, and it was great.
"Holy shit," Dipper couldn't help but blurt out.
"See," the blonde laughed and he finished the rest of his drink.
"Did you just drink that in one go?!" Dipper yelled.
"Hmm? Yes?"
"Aren't you driving?" the younger man said surprised.
"Don't worry, I won't overdo it." Bill kissed the younger man's forehead.
"You are a moron and you know that." Dipper cupped the blondes face and placed a kiss on his lips.
"Of course I do," He answered as he kept making out with the brunet.
"Ahem…" Pyronica coughed. "Next round." She placed down two more drinks.
"I haven't even finished the first one," Dipper said astonished.
"Py, slow down with the kid, I still need him later." A wide smirk spread across his face.
"Sure," she winked.
"I'm not a kid Bill, I can handle my alcohol," he added.
"Sure."
Both of them kept drinking for a while, enjoying their night together. Pyronica joined them, telling stories about her and Bill's past. It was certainly the best night Dipper had had in years, drinking, talking, dancing, and making out with Bill was bliss... Even though he had a thousand questions, he decided to give him space. An unfamiliar tune started playing, and Bill, who was apparently already slightly drunk, started to sing along. His deep voice perfectly mixed into the tape, his long hair falling over his eyes, he leaned against the edge of the seat.
"Take a good look around
You find a star among you
And don't make a sound
They'll be the first to judge you"
"Shit, you can sing?" Dipper laughed.
The blonde only smirked as he leaned even further back and kept singing, his voice covering the track, as he smoked.
"While the tyrant is speaking
They watch for wandering eyes
While the message is teaching us conformity and compromise"
"So does it feel
Like it's real"
"I'm the last place you should look for answers
But I've got apologies for days
For the lies you swallowed when you chose to follow
Afraid to fall from grace
I call it crazy, but you call it faith"
"In the face that you can't see
And a voice that can't be heard
All I'm sayin' is maybe you believe all the wrong words"
"You're so proud
So spit it out
If this is true
Then where's your proof"
"I'm the last place you should look for answers
But I've got apologies for days
For the lies you swallowed when you chose to follow
Afraid to fall from grace
I call it crazy, but you call it faith"
"Do you ever ask yourself
Could there be something else
Could you be wrong?
What happens then"
"Would you waste your hopes in life
Let it all just pass you by
But when it's over, it ends
What if it ends"
"I'm the last place you should look for answers
But I've got apologies for days
For the lies you swallowed when you chose to follow
Afraid to fall from grace
I call it crazy, but you call it faith"
The song is called "Faith" by 'State your cause' I only heard it by accident but the Chorus reminded me of Bill in this story *shrugs*
PS. The lyrics were made by simply listening to this song since there aren't any online! (Thank my lovely Beta for helping me so much lately)