WARNING: NSFW

Chapter Nine

A couple weeks after the hospital incident, Bill seemed better than ever. He'd not experienced another magic meltdown since, and Mabel hadn't even asked about his last one. Dipper figured she'd simply assumed his blood loss had come from his power usage coming back to bite him. And he could live with that. He could live with her not knowing, even though he despised keeping secrets from her. He just wanted her to be safe. And as long as Dipper had his demonic issues taken care of, which he believed he did, then things would be fine. There was no need to worry her. So he didn't.

He grabbed a red hat from one of the higher shelves and handed it to the little girl that had asked for it. She smiled, then frowned as soon as her eyes touched the price. "I don't have that..." she said with a simper, digging into her pocket to pull out a few crumpled up dollar bills. She had to be no older than seven.

Dipper waved a hand, laughing good-naturedly. "Don't worry about it," he said, pulling his wallet from his pocket. "Just take it." The little girl smiled enthusiastically, running off towards a woman watching Bill explain some stupid, crazy attraction. Dipper scoffed, turning towards the counter and handing Mabel some money. "Here. Stan would throw a fit if I just gave it away." Mabel nodded happily, taking it from his hands and putting it into the register.

"Could you go check on Bill to be sure he isn't terrifying the masses?" she asked jokingly, looking towards him. "I would, but-" She pointed at a man coming towards the counter. Dipper hummed, adjusting the cap on his head so it cast a shadow over his eyes. Mabel gave another slight nod, grinning merrily as the customer approached the counter. She greeted him with a cheerful hello, taking the items he handed her. Dipper smiled softly, turning the other way. He leaned against the doorway, watching with interest as Bill painted a rather extravagant tale to go along with some of the ridiculous attractions.

The blonde glanced at Dipper in the middle of his little speech, grinning. "And that concludes your tour of the Mystery Hall. Exit's on the left," he said after a while, pointing towards the door Dipper was standing in. The brunette moved as soon as the first person approached, stepping towards Bill. "This job's easy. I'm a professional liar, kid."

Dipper rolled his eyes. "I'm well aware," he said with a smirk. Bill knew that smirk pretty well.

He huffed. "This again?" Dipper chuckled, leaning into his ear. He'd gotten rather annoyed with the demon for his constant hinting - if it could even be called that - at all the things he wanted to do to Dipper. So this was kinda the brunette's way of getting back at him. Just about everyday in the past week, Dipper would find him in the worst moments and whisper some horrible, dirty thing to him, then walk away. Only once. Just because Bill's reactions were always perfect. Always left standing there with his jaw hung open slightly and his face red. Also, much to Bill's humiliation and Dipper's uncensored delight, the brunette almost always liked to tease him with a scenario in which Bill was the one being pinned down and whimpering.

"I'll bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Dipper purred, loving just how easily he could get under Bill's skin. He pressed his lips softly against the blonde's neck for a second, then moved away. He spun on his heels, leaving Bill with a blush on his face and thoughts it didn't take mind reading powers to know were swirling in his head.

"Hey, bro! Can you take care of the register for a while? Pacifica texted me and she sounds really upset," Mabel shouted towards him. "I'd ask Soos but he's still not back." Dipper shrugged, giving a nod and taking her place behind the counter. he wondered why Soos hadn't come home yet. But he supposed he somewhat understood. His abuelita had recently passed and he'd spent all of his time mourning with Melody and her family. Poor guy had taken it pretty hard.

Dipper sat down in the chair, smiling as customers scurried about the place. Bill followed him into the gift shop, looking like a robber, his expression was so smug. He leaned on the counter. "Guess you're kinda stuck there for a bit, aren't ya?" he asked with a sneer as soon as Mabel had left.

Dipper narrowed his eyes. "What do you want, Bill?"

Bill laughed, pressing a finger up to his lips. "That's easy," he cooed. "Oh, look. A customer." He pointed the other way, and Dipper begrudgingly looked at the woman standing in front of him, eyes focused on the change she was counting in her palm.

He smiled as best he could, pretending to be oblivious as Bill knelt down behind the counter, still grinning maniacally. The woman laid a few items in front of Dipper, unaware of what was happening, much to Dipper's relief. Don't. You. Dare, he thought angrily, forcing himself to look cheerful as he rang up the woman's purchase.

Bill had crawled beneath the counter, flashing a smile up at Dipper. Why not? Only seems fair. His voice echoed in Dipper's head. The brunette wanted to stop him, but he knew Bill would find a way to draw attention to what was happening. So he grit his teeth, forcing himself not to react at all when Bill's hand trailed up his leg. Just keep on doing that, kid. I'm gonna be here a while. He felt Bill press a finger against the button of his jeans, tracing a finger down his zipper teasingly. I think I'm entitled to some payback.

Dipper bit the inside of his cheek, handing the woman her bag. "That'll be $17.50," he said as politely as he could manage, and she shrugged, pocketing the quarters in her hand and simply handing him a twenty. Something warm pressed in between Dipper's legs. He gulped, looking down to see that it was Bill's lips. The brunette shifted, taking the money from the woman and opening the cash register. He pulled a couple dollars from inside, picking her change out as well. Bill's tongue swiped over his jeans. Dipper fidgeted uncomfortably where he sat, cheeks slightly pink. "Your change, ma'am. We hope to see you here at the Mystery Shack again." He laughed nervously, and she eyed him, either suspiciously or worriedly.

The woman nodded after a moment, putting her money in her purse and turning away from him. He watched her leave, biting his lip as his zipper was pulled down. Seriously, Bill. Someone's going to notice, he thought fearfully, squirming. He glanced down at Bill, who had an unsympathetic expression on his face.

Guess you should've thought of that, huh?

He tugged at Dipper's boxers as well, and the brunette snapped his head back up so he could look at anything else. The shelves, customers milling about the place, stupid posters all over the walls. Bill wrapped a hand around his member. The brunette flinched at the touch, willing his gaze to stay upwards. Bill's thumb rubbed the head all too gently, and he laughed within Dipper's mind. You know kid, it was kinda cute when you were just denying me out of that silly human sense of right and wrong you seem to cling so desperately to.

He trailed his tongue upwards, starting at the base and not stopping until he reached the very tip. But when you start doing it consciously... He pressed his lips to it, and Dipper shivered, giving a slight gasp. Well, that just isn't going to fly. He took an inch or two of Dipper's length into his mouth, looking up at the now very aroused and squirming brunette, trying desperately to keep his breathing level and his back straight in his seat. He looked down, and then immediately regretted it. Bill had started to bob his head, brows furrowed and hands holding Dipper's hips down on the seat. He pushed down a little further each time, taking a little bit more in whenever he felt he could.

"Hello, Dipper," a sweet voice greeted, and Dipper looked up with his eyes wide and his heart beating out of his chest. It was the girl he'd bumped into a few weeks prior. Had he given her his name? Well, he must've if she knew it, he supposed. She tilted her head to the side, a worried expression on her face. "Are you okay?" Dipper chuckled awkwardly, glancing in the other direction for a second before choking down his pride and meeting her eyes.

He nodded all too quickly. "Yeah. I'm fine."

The girl didn't seem very convinced of this. "You're face is all red," she pointed out with a frown. "And you're sweating." Bill's laughter erupted in Dipper's head, and he cringed.

"I'm not feeling very well, that's all," he muttered, looking away. Bill dragged his tongue up the shaft yet again, swirling it around the tip to test what kind of reaction he'd draw from the brunette. Dipper gave a heavy sigh, forcing that to be the only sound he made. "I'm fine," he said when the girl's expression became a little more concerned. Bill began to slowly let Dipper's cock back into his mouth, using one of his hands to rub up and down whatever he couldn't manage to take. Dipper's breath hitched, feeling the heat of the action begin to rise in his stomach.

The girl's eyes flashed towards the counter for a moment, but she didn't say anything if she'd even come close to figuring it out. Dipper forced a smile. "Well, if you say so," she replied, turning on her heels. "I guess I'll be seeing you. Hopefully at a better time." She opened the front door, then turned her head back to look at him. "My name's Beth, by the way. I don't think I told you last time." Dipper nodded as she disappeared through the exit, groaning quietly and letting his shoulders slump back down slightly.

Lovely girl, Bill thought sarcastically. I don't want her near you. He pulled back and ever so softly let his pointed canines scrape against Dipper's flesh. The brunette bit his tongue to keep from moaning, sliding down in his seat just a bit, almost pleadingly. Bill scoffed inwardly, looking up at Dipper and smirking. You're all mine. Got it? His hand stroked a little bit faster, testing Dipper's limits, which he really seemed to be reaching. When the brunette was too busy trying to keep himself from panting to respond, Bill frowned. He stopped, and Dipper scraped his fingernails against the counter top, his breath catching in his throat.

Are you not?

Dipper bit his lip. He'd been so close, too. I'm going to get you back for this, you know, he growled in his own mind. Bill shrugged, pressing his lips against the tip. He took only that much of Dipper's length back into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.

That's not an answer, he cooed silently, his hand lightly moving up and down Dipper's member in the most infuriatingly slow pace. Dipper took a long, slow breath. "Fuck.." he hissed, voice barely even a whisper.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, clenching his jaw. Y-yes, he finally conceded, and Bill's hand grew the slightest bit faster. Dipper groaned, then remembered where he was and pressed a hand against his mouth. Yes. I'm all yours, okay? Just- Dipper's breath caught as Bill's mouth was removed from his cock. "Oh, god. Please," he breathed, his forehead falling against the wooden counter. Bill pressed the flat of his tongue against the base, licking upwards slowly. Dipper shuddered, the rush of his blood and his heart racing making him lightheaded. Bill flicked his tongue over the slit upon reaching the tip, and Dipper felt himself beginning to fall apart in his hands.

Oh, this is too cute, Pine Tree. I could leave you right now, just like this, Bill purred in Dipper's head, looking up at him in amusement. He pressed his lips against the shaft, leaving warm and teasing kisses up and down the brunette's skin. And that seriously seemed to make Dipper reach the end of his rope. He'd been far too patient up to this point, and Bill really had pushed him too far. He grit his teeth, choosing not to respond to what Bill had said. The demon didn't really seem to care either way, opening his mouth, his breath hot on Dipper's flesh. The brunette pressed a hand against the back of Bill's head, fingers tangled tightly in his hair. Bill seemed about to say something snide, but Dipper pushing his head down a little less than gently stopped him.

Dipper grunted, barely restraining it enough so nobody nearby heard him. A boy, likely in his teens, turned towards the counter. "Does this come in any other color?" he asked, holding up a tee with a question mark on it, identical to the one Soos still wore on occasion.

Dipper shook his head, as his voice really seemed to be betraying him, easing his grip on Bill's hair so he could move a little more freely. The brunette looked down at Bill triumphantly to see that his eyes had gone wide in shock and he was surprisingly being rather obedient. He began to bob his head back and forth the way Dipper had wanted from the beginning, but still held onto a bit of his defiance. His hands pushed down on Dipper's hips, denying him the ability to simply rut into the blonde's mouth. You know what, kid? I like your enthusiasm, he mused inwardly, looking up at the other with devious vermilion eyes. Dipper bit down on his swollen lip, leaving teeth marks on his own skin and causing it to turn what almost looked purple from where Bill was sitting.

Honestly, Dipper looked absolutely ruined. Sweat beading on his forehead, a stormy expression on his face, and his eyes fogged over from pleasure. Bill quite liked that look on Dipper. And he really would've liked to have been touched by the brunette looking like that, since it seemed that this was beginning to have an effect on his own body as well. He felt Dipper's muscles beginning to tighten up and purposely traced his tongue over one of the brunette's veins. He was close. Both of them were very aware of this. Bill decided that he'd be somewhat merciful, despite the fact that he wanted to just hold the other in place the way he was until he climaxed.

But that look on Dipper's face was absolutely intoxicating.

The demon wrapped his arms around Dipper's waist, pulling him forward and increasing his speed to a point that seemed almost surreal to the brunette. He furrowed his brows, closing his eyes at the slight discomfort he felt when Dipper ground his body upwards, pushing his cock further into the blonde's mouth. Both of his hands grabbed at the back of Bill's neck, dragging him down as far as the demon could possibly bear. He rolled his hips slowly, one final time. His body trembled, curling over so his head rested against the counter as the coils in his abdomen released. Heat washed over his body and he came, breathing a long, low sigh of relief. Seconds passed, and Dipper let go of Bill, who pulled back to catch his breath. A string of pearlescent liquid connected his lips to the tip of Dipper's length.

Slightly embarrassed by that fact, Bill leaned forward and licked it away, swallowing what was left on his tongue. Dipper breathed much more contentedly now, fingers toying languidly in Bill's hair. He sat up in his seat, looking fatigued and ready to collapse. He realized that he had stopped even giving an effort to put on an act for the people around him, but nobody seemed to notice. They'd all been caught up in doing what they'd been. Some had left, and a few others had replaced them. Dipper didn't really care, regardless. He was far too satisfied with the last few minutes to care. And too tired as well. Bill chuckled from beneath the counter, buttoning the brunette's jeans back up for him. He figured he might as well. Dipper didn't look up to doing anything anymore, even something so simple as that.

He opened up a drawer next to Dipper's legs, pulling out an armful of various Mystery Shack merchandise. And he stood up, grinning like nothing had happened. "I'm gonna go restock the shelf over there," he said oh-so subtly, gesturing with a tilt of his head. "Looks like it's already been picked clean." Before turning and leaving though, he leaned down into Dipper's ear. "I think I'm looking forward to seeing you 'get back at me'," he purred, laughing as he walked away from Dipper, who blushed and chewed on his now rather sore and bruised lip. He fidgeted in his seat. That just happened.

And Dipper let it happen.

He resisted the urge to bang his head on the counter top. How could this day get any more- Dipper heard his phone beep, telling him he'd just received a text message. Grumbling, he reached into his pocket and turned it on. Mabel. He opened the message, eyes going wide. His expression darkened from lazy annoyance to absolute horror. In all capitals, the text read:

PACIFICA'S GETTING MARRIED. DROP EVERYTHING AND GET OVER HERE. NOW!