WARNING: NSFW

Chapter Nineteen

Dipper and Mabel's twenty-third birthday approached quickly. Elizabeth hadn't made any appearances in dreams, and she seemed almost nonexistent. Life felt normal for once since Dipper had returned to Gravity Falls. Of course, he and Bill both knew she still lurked, watching them, studying them. At any given moment she could pounce, and they wouldn't know it. It could happen anytime, anywhere. Dread weighed on them, just beneath the surface.

Yet they desperately clung to their cheerful facades, laughing with Mabel and speaking as little about the subject as possible. Even Pacifica had requested to be left out of the matter entirely. She'd wanted no part of her "dorky best friend's paranormal romance issues." All of them found this statement fair, and in turn ignored the possible impending disaster altogether. Unless Bill was consulting Ford or Dipper was explaining the situation to Mabel, it simply never came up. But the effects were still felt.

Bill's magic had grown faint, and he either felt amazing or awful at any given moment. Coughing blood had turned to vomiting blood, and if he so much as tried to read someone's mind more ten feet from him, he grew dizzy. He could still hear it when he was close to someone, but just barely. His head felt empty from it. The only voice ever in his brain anymore was his own, and it was driving him mad. The power he'd miss most was the one that took the longest to leave him, which was agonizing in itself. There had always been comfort in hearing Dipper's thoughts. It was one of the things he'd reveled in. Of course, things were different now, silent. Bill didn't like silence.

Actually, he really hated it.

He adjusted his bowtie, looking a bit bored at his expression in the mirror. Dipper was off in the other room, doing who knew what. Which was scary. Bill didn't enjoy being away from Dipper anymore, even for a moment, because there was always the risk something horrible would happen once he turned his gaze away. It was endlessly quiet, and the blonde was ready to burst from the anxiety that gave him. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair, uninterested in actually brushing it. Besides, it would probably just hurt the healing wound on the back of his head. And he didn't really need that at the moment. Or at all, for that matter. Especially since he and Dipper were apparently going to spend the evening with Pacifica and Mabel at the Northwest Manor. At least, that's what he'd been told. It was only the twenty-ninth, but Mabel was impatient and wanted to get plastered already. Bill could understand that entirely. He liked her style, to say the least.

Stepping out of the bathroom and into the living room, Bill noticed that Dipper was nowhere to be found. Giving a slight hum, he made his way across the hall, annoyed. The brunette had to know how much the noiselessness bothered his boyfriend. And he certainly did, but that didn't seem to matter at the moment. Bill grumbled to himself, but upon reaching the bedroom he stopped entirely. His eyes went wide, stunned.

Dipper sat in his swivel chair wearing one of Bill's blue dress shirts, which was unbuttoned near the top to reveal his collar bone. He had on a pair of boxers as well to cover himself, but that seemed to be about it. A smirk spread across his face at Bill's starstruck expression. Oh, he could already tell this was going to be a fun little endeavor. Dipper stared mischievously up at the blonde through frames that accented the look he'd gone for perfectly, adding onto the intended effect. "Surprised?" he asked in a honeyed tone, chuckling when Bill didn't respond for a moment.

Bill really didn't know why, but for some reason unknown to him, his initial reaction wasn't to grab Dipper by the arm and push him down onto the bed.

Honestly, he was a bit embarrassed by what his actual reaction was.

"What happened to going out?" Bill asked upon regaining his composure, as if that were the correct question to be asking.

It wasn't like he was complaining about the situation he found himself in. Because he definitely was not. But this had certainly taken him by storm. Which was a good thing, because that's exactly what Dipper had wanted.

The brunette hummed in amusement, standing up and taking a few careful steps towards the demon. He grinned wolfishly, placing one hand on Bill's side while the other toyed with the collar of his shirt. He slipped a finger beneath the knot of the bowtie and pulled it apart meticulously. "Pacifica was busy so plans changed. Anyway, I figured I'd find another way for us to enjoy the evening," he said smoothly, trailing a finger down his boyfriend's vest once the bowtie had been undone. Bill shuddered, eyes fluttering shut when Dipper tilted his head forward and brushed their lips together. A short moment passed and he broke the kiss to laugh quietly. "Before anything though, we should probably close the door."

Bill turned to do just that, almost a bit too eagerly, but stopped. "You gave Shooting Star a key, didn't you?" he asked, raising up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Dipper was silent for a few seconds, thinking about it. Then he broke whatever character that had been and groaned, annoyed at himself.

Bill huffed, but decided absolutely nothing was going to ruin what promised to be an eventful night for him. He twisted back around, looking for his boyfriend's phone. Once he spotted it, Bill snatched it off the nightstand and held it out towards his boyfriend expectantly. Knowing what he wanted, Dipper sighed and took it from his hand. He input his passcode then handed it back. He watched in confusion as the blonde turned and left the room, then headed outside. Dipper followed after him, but didn't go past the living room looking the way he did. He was highly familiar with everyone in town, and they all knew him well. He could hardly imagine the embarrassment he'd suffer if a neighbor saw him with his boyfriend, barely dressed in what was clearly supposed to be seductive attire.

He'd never hear the end of it.

Bill pulled the bowtie from his neck, snickering as he wound it neatly around the doorknob. He opened up the camera. Glancing back inside, where Dipper seemed to be watching him impatiently, he snapped a photo of the door. Bill then scoffed at the stupid picture and sent it to Mabel, knowing for sure she'd get the hint. It was kind of obvious, but it made things clear, at least. Stepping back inside, Bill locked the door and tossed the phone on the couch. Dipper raised one of his brows in annoyance. "What are you even doing?" he asked, crossing his arms. But Bill was determined not to let the mood die down entirely or this opportunity pass him up.

Without even stopping to answer the brunette, he paced back towards him and reconnected their lips, pushing forward until Dipper's back was against a wall. The brunette placed his hands on Bill's shoulders, smirking to himself. He trailed them downwards, grasping the hem of Bill's vest and pulling it up. Bill parted from him to take it off, fastening his lips back to Dipper's as soon as the article of clothing left his hands. The brunette gave a little satisfied noise at that, tipping his head upwards once Bill began trailing the kisses down his neck.

"You wear too many layers," Dipper remarked teasingly, fingers carefully pulling away at the buttons of Bill's shirt. He shuddered, a trembling sigh escaping him as teeth met his skin.

The blonde hummed, removing the shirt without pulling himself away from the task at hand. After a few moments, he stopped to assess the damage, happy with the dark bruise he'd left on the crook of Dipper's neck. It would serve as evidence that he belonged to Bill and only Bill. "It wouldn't have been a problem had I been warned," he responded snidely, tracing his thumb down his boyfriend's jaw before moving onto that spot as well, biting at the outline experimentally. Had he foreseen this scenario a few months ago, he would have probably been disgusted at himself. Sexual desire was a purely primal, purely human trait. And it practically radiated between the two of them.

Not that Dipper minded in the least, of course. He laughed breathlessly, lowering both of his hands. "Where's the fun in that?" he questioned teasingly, pressing a finger against the button of Bill's jeans. His other hand came down to rest on his boyfriend's thigh, travelling upwards. He was about to undo it when both of his arms were grabbed tightly by his wrists and shoved above his head.

He almost jumped in surprise, and Bill sneered. "I'm going to decide the pace this time, Pine Tree," the blonde growled lowly, grip tight. He had Dipper pinned against the wall, entirely vulnerable to him. Which was exactly what Bill wanted. He didn't feel like rushing. This was something he'd take his time with, enjoying every moment of it. Before the night was over, Bill would have the taste of Dipper's skin engraved in his brain. And he was certain he'd achieve his goal. Which was perfectly alright on both ends. Dipper had absolutely no qualms with the way his body was being treated. He'd been in the mood for such an occasion anyway, and was actually rather pleased he'd earned such a reaction from Bill.

The brunette grinned. "Fine then," he retorted, exhaling softly when Bill's free hand began to roam, pulling his shirt open frustratingly slow. After what felt like an eternity though, the buttons had all been undone, and Bill had gone back to work on Dipper's neck, trailing down towards the collar. He sucked on the upwards incline of his bone, ever deliberate in his endeavors.

No matter what he touched, it all felt so indescribably 'Dipper'. He had no other explanation beyond that as to why he enjoyed this so much. He just did. Bill wanted to kiss every inch of Dipper, feel the arches and divots and curves of skin beneath his fingertips. There was no rhyme, no reason to it. He just knew:

He wanted to claim it all for his own.

So he kept his pace slow for the moment, his hands on Dipper's hips and thumbs tracing little circles on bare flesh. His lips trailed up the bend of Dipper's neck gently, nipping at it here and there. Listening to the sound of the brunette's breathing go from fast to even faster until he was gripping the wall with his fingers and trembling beneath Bill's touch, the blonde continued his ministrations. "Sh-shouldn't we - nng - take this to the.. To the bedroom?" he asked almost inaudibly, mouth hanging open slightly. His eyes were foggy and unfocused, and his voice came out pleading.

Regardless, Bill didn't relent. He pressed a kiss to Dipper's ear, smiling against his warmth. The brunette's voice hitched in his throat, and Bill felt his hands tense up the tiniest bit beneath his hold. "No," he crooned, sliding two of his fingers beneath the waisband of Dipper's boxers. He felt the way his boyfriend shivered at his very touch and savored the fact that it was him that reduced Dipper to such a lovely, breathtaking mess. Bill tugged at his boxers and dragged them downwards. From the brunette's mouth, the smallest hiss could be heard, as if that was the most relieving feeling he'd ever experienced. "I want you here. Right. Here." His voice was silken and sent chill's along Dipper's spine. As sexy as that was, he couldn't bring himself to respond to it. He just nodded his head, heart pounding in his ears as Bill's hand touched him.

Giving the brunette's newly exposed prick a tug, Bill locked his lips with Dipper's. He practically forced his tongue into the other's mouth, but neither seemed opposed to the idea. He wanted to memorize that taste as well, the strange mix of spearmint, saliva, and something else entirely Dipper's. Yet another thing that was incredible and unexplainable that Bill would never get enough of.

God, had he always been this hopeless? The brunette groaned, brows furrowed. The sound of it went straight between Bill's legs, and he realized then that yes, yes he had always been that hopeless.

Dipper's head was spinning. Everything seemed to be happening all at once. His hands above his head, the light throb of the love bites on his skin, and Bill's infuriatingly slow-paced hand pumping his cock were all a bit much to process. But he seemed to be doing pretty well in keeping up with it considering the amount of haze fogging his brain. Bill made a noise in the back of his throat, pulling away from the kiss to catch his breath. Which was good, because Dipper's chest was heaving with the effort it took to do so anymore.

Bill beamed at the ravaged puddle of desire he'd made of the brunette, removing his hand from Dipper's arousal completely. That earned him a whimper from his boyfriend, who let his head fall back against the wall pathetically. "B-Bill... Fuck me already," he choked out, labored breaths coming out in puffs. Bill snickered, dragging his lips against Dipper's neck so they just barely brushed the skin.

"Oh, I'd be happy to, Pine Tree," he purred, trailing his now free hand to play with the brunette's adorably ruffled hair sweetly. "But first, tell me who you belong to." He pressed his lips to one of the purpled bruises on Dipper's collar, then nipped at it to darken it some more. Sure, Bill admittedly did enjoy being on the receiving end of the situation. But he liked making Dipper squirm and moan beneath his touch just as much. He was caught between the urge to control and the desire to be controlled. It seemed there was no real in between with him, even despite his current tenderness towards the brunette.

Dipper rolled his eyes, his hands relaxing against Bill's grip. "Yeah, sure. You want that in writing?" he hissed back impatiently, shifting a bit where he stood. "In case you hadn't noticed already, I handed that honor over to you a long time ago, genius. Yours. It's been that way for a while." He chuckled at Bill's expression of slight surprise that he'd given up the words without more of a battle. He tilted his head to the side, lips curved upwards crookedly. "What, did you expect me to fight you on that? Boy, I'm just full of surprises today, aren't I?" He narrowed his eyes in amusement. "I'll say it as many times as you want me to. If telling you something like that embarrassed me, then I wouldn't have any business looking this way in front of you in the first place. And speaking of which, if you could do me a favor and speed this thing along I'd greatly appre-"

Bill let go of his wrists, all but attacking Dipper's lips with his own. A little stunned, the brunette took a moment to react. After a second or two though, he lowered his freed hands and coiled them around Bill's shoulders, returning the kiss enthusiastically. He was wary of the still healing wound on the back of Bill's head, careful not to pull at or dig his nails into that spot when the blonde placed his hands on the backs of Dipper's thighs and tugged up. Knowing his only two options were to either fall back against the wall like an idiot or wrap his legs around Bill's waist, Dipper quickly picked the latter. He hummed softly, vastly entertained by this outcome. "That's better," he murmured, pressing his forehead against Bill's. "But you are so going to regret standing when we're done." He scoffed, running a hand through his boyfriend's bangs.

Bill chuckled, a cocky smirk on his face as he brought a hand upwards. "I'm not worried about it," he replied, then pushed two of his fingers to his lips to coat them in his saliva. He eyed Dipper as he did, watching in amusement as his gaze flicked to the side and the blush on his cheeks seemed to darken a bit. Once satisfied with the nervous response he'd gotten, he pulled them away from himself and positioned his index at Dipper's entrance. He hesitated, as if to give his action thought, though it was really only because he wanted to see Dipper driven mad with his own expectance. He inched it inside almost curiously, gauging the reaction he received. And boy, was it an interesting one. The brunette shuddered, his nails scraping against Bill's shoulders, which was rather enticing in itself, as they were both aware of Bill's indulgence towards pain. Dipper's brow twitched and he swallowed thickly, giving a short hiss when Bill started moving the finger in search of a certain button.

Luckily for both of them, his search didn't last very long.

After a few moments Dipper jolted, gasping as his legs instinctively tightened around the blonde. Bill just laughed, watching his hazy expression. "Found it," he chirped merrily, working the second finger in bit by bit and massaging around that one spot. Never quite touching it. He did this for no other reason besides the fact that he knew it had to be unbearable. But even Bill had limits on how cruel he could be, especially when it came to Dipper. So every once in a while, he'd rub against that little pocket of nerves to hear the way Dipper's voice caught, feel the way his muscles seemed to tense up in response. And by the time Bill was finally finished toying with him, his boyfriend was an absolute wreck, head back against the wall and practically trembling from everything happening all at once. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he was panting shallowly. Bill chuckled at him, pressing his nose behind the sweep of his boyfriend's jaw, breathing in a scent that could only be described as 'Dipper Pines.'

He really would never understand what it was about the brunette that had caught his eyes and not let go for the life of him. He would never be able to comprehend why or how. It didn't make sense in his mind. But he knew there was no reason to put logic to a simple fact.

No one else confused him quite as much as Dipper, and he was okay with that.

Frankly, if Bill Cipher were ever to have a weakness, it would be him. Because nothing ever felt shameful or wrong or dirty if it was with Dipper. And he knew that was a pretty stupid sentiment, considering their current circumstances, but he felt it was true anyway.

After a few more long moments just taking in the sound of Dipper's voice mingling with that ungodly intoxicating scent, he pulled his fingers from inside of him. That action incurred a quiet groan from the back of his throat, and Bill leaned back to fully enjoy the stormy expression on Dipper's face. The brunette fidgeted, half-lidded eyes resting on Bill's own. He didn't speak, but his heavy puffing and lusty gaze said all Bill really needed to hear. He chuckled, lowering his hands. Carefully, he undid his belt, tugging his jeans and boxers down enough to free his length, which was already insufferably hard. He gave a quiet sigh at the loss of any pressure against him.

Okay, so maybe he really did wear too many layers. A belt, seriously? Had he even needed that? Probably not, but it didn't really matter much anymore.

He was content with these conditions, as they allowed him to see all of the sweet frustration flash in his boyfriend's eyes as he continued on. The wait was clearly killing him, but Bill once again took his time. He sneered, positioning himself beneath Dipper.

The brunette shifted, biting his lip in anticipation and furrowing his brows at the other. His patience was beginning to wear thin at Bill's antics. All the teasing and all the slowness of the situation when it didn't take mind reading abilities for either of them to figure out that they wanted to go fast - it was becoming difficult to bear. For Dipper especially, and he really held no indignity towards that fact. He glared through the frames of his glasses after a few seconds in which Bill stayed completely still, grinning up at his very annoyed boyfriend.

"Bill," Dipper ground out, taking a breath.

The blonde simply scoffed. "Yes, Pine Tree?"

Dipper practically snarled, leaning close to Bill so the two were nose to nose. "If you don't move in about three seconds, I swear to god I'll-"

What he would have done, Bill didn't know. He never had the opportunity to hear it over his own laughter, before cutting Dipper off entirely and kissing him hard, a palm resting on the back of his neck. The brunette's eyes fluttered shut after a few moments and he melted into it, one hand in Bill's hair while the other was placed on his shoulder. Bill smirked against the other's lips, pushing himself inside the other without much of a warning.

Dipper whined softly, nails tightening against Bill's skin. The blonde shuddered, parting from his boyfriend to gasp sharply at the sensation. It was one of those feelings he was sure he'd never grow accustomed to. One of those feelings that was so surreal it sent shockwaves down his spine. Right then, Bill was certain he was quite literally seeing stars.

Senses almost overwhelmed by all the warmth and the tightness, his free hand slammed back against the wall, as if that were the only thing keeping him balanced. "Fuck," he growled lowly, pulling his hips back, then driving them forward once again.

A broken moan of "Bill" escaped Dipper's lips, and he buried his nose into Bill's hair. His back arched pleasurably against the other. He felt like his veins had been set ablaze and it was probably the most mind numbingly fantastic thing he had ever experienced.

It was like his nerve endings had gone entirely without use up to that point. Even though he'd had sex before, it wasn't quite the same as right then. Right then it was with Bill.

God, he'd never wanted someone as much or even in the same way he wanted Bill. Mind, body, soul, all of him.

Every touch seemed to ignite a new flame that danced across his skin, and he felt like it was going to overcome him. He rolled his hips into the blonde's, matching his pace to the best of his ability. Bill groaned, taking the opportunity he'd been given to bite and suck on Dipper's neck, careful not to leave marks that wouldn't fade overnight. The brunette would have to be able to cover them up, and Bill wasn't that cruel.

He quickened as the slightly strained gasps from Dipper turned into loud cries of his name and a shocking amount of profanity. Bill had never heard some of the more vulgar terms coming from Dipper's mouth, and it was both amusing and slightly awe-inspiring to listen to. Fingernails dug viciously into his back, serving as the only reminder that he needed to keep in some form of control, and not lose the sense of ryhthm he'd found. Based on the sting of his skin though, he could only assume it had been broken in a few places, but he really didn't care much. He was already approaching his peak, and based on the sounds Dipper was making, he was too.

Bill lowered the hand that had been on Dipper's neck and wrapped his fingers around the other's cock. He pumped it to the beat of his thrusting, and Dipper quivered from his pleasure. "Gh-god, harder!" he ordered, eyes clenched shut. His stomach tightened, like there was a coil inside of him, and it was fit to unravel. Bill had to admit he felt it too, and he had lost any restraint he'd had before, practically pistoning into the brunette. Heady breathing and the scent of sex and Dipper clouded Bill's thoughts. He was teetering on the edge.

Though he barely had the focus to think about it anymore, the rough thrusting of Bill's hips seemed to always collide with that bundle of nerves inside of Dipper. It was all becoming too much for him. As the feeling grew more heated and the act grew more erratic, that coil inside of him finally seemed to reach its limit and snap. He moaned the other's name out shamelessly, head buried into platinum blonde hair. His legs tightened around Bill's waist and his nails left red lines on his boyfriend's back as he dragged them downwards. Bill pressed his nose into the juncture of Dipper's shoulder and pushed in hard a few more times before his hips stilled against the other sharply and a wave crashed into him, enveloping his senses as he came as well.

Bill remained still as the effects of his orgasm slowly melted away and he pulled out. His legs shook a bit from the effort it took to not only keep himself standing, but hold Dipper up as well, who was clinging onto him weakly. If he weren't caught between Bill and the wall, he probably would have fallen already, but he regained his sense before the blonde did, and was able to somewhat balance himself. He chuckled, eyeing the dizzy and almost high expression Bill had. And he would know. He'd dealt with a high Bill Cipher all week. Dipper placed a hand on one of the blonde's cheeks and kissed the other. "Told you you'd regret standing," he mused, smiling as he used his other hand to push the glasses up his nose. "Now could you put me down?"

Bill blinked away the remnants of the spots in his eyes and shook his head a bit. He pressed the palms of his hands against Dipper's thighs and lowered him so the brunette could touch the ground again. Bill huffed, pulling up his boxers to cover himself and zipping up his jeans once more. He was more or less clean, besides the sweat gathering at his hairline and the smell of sex that stuck to his skin. Dipper, on the other hand, was quite a mess. The shirt Bill had neglected to fully tear off of him would certainly require a good washing, and he'd need a shower if he wanted to get rid of the fluids all over him. Which was an uncomfortable situation in itself, so he didn't really mind cleaning himself up as soon as possible. "Give me fifteen minutes. I'm gonna get a shower," he said, leaning down and picking up the discarded pair of boxers on the floor.

Bill nodded, picking up his own clothing and waving the brunette away. He sauntered off to their bedroom in slight exhaustion while Dipper went the other direction, towards the bathroom. How Dipper managed not to collapse from their post-orgasmic fatigue, he'd never quite understand. The blonde undressed himself and put on something more comfortable. If they weren't going anywhere, then he didn't really care if he was wearing a t-shirt and bright yellow sweatpants. He huffed, tossing his dirty clothes into the laundry room, even stopping to pick up some of Dipper's clothing had been left on the floor. He was still working on breaking the habit he had of being untidy, but at least he did laundry now.

Though it was mostly because he feared Bill would somehow find a way to burn the house down doing it himself.

Bill stepped into the kitchen and ran water in the sink for a few seconds before splashing it onto his face. He jolted in shock. He'd known it'd be cold, but not quite that cold. "Shit, that's freezing," he hissed, shaking his head. Well, at least he was more awake now, and grabbed a clean rag off the sink to dry his face. He didn't like the feeling of sweat sticking to him, so getting rid of it had been his top priority.

"There," he said, running his fingers through his bangs and straightening them up a bit. He made his way back into the living room and sat down on the couch, moving Dipper's phone to place it on the coffee table. He glanced in the direction of a window, and upon remembering it was there, he felt his ears heat up considerably. He could only thank Dipper's anxieties that any windows in the house were always covered. He'd developed quite a fear of being watched. He didn't tell Bill it was his fault. Or why at all, for that matter.

He didn't need to.

Bill already knew.

Man, they'd fucked each other up pretty badly, hadn't they?

Bill looked up towards the ceiling blankly, letting that thought settle in his mind. "Maybe that'll make it easier to end this," he whispered to himself before going completely silent again. It didn't feel like any time had really passed at all, but it must've, because Bill was taken out of his trance by someone snapping their fingers in front of his face. His eyes widened before he realized it was Dipper leaning over the back of the couch with a grin.

"Something on your mind?" he asked, tipping his head to the side. Bill shrugged, and Dipper frowned. Something had to be, or he wouldn't look so upset. "You know, you really don't make sense to me."

Bill hummed, chuckling. "Likewise, Pine Tree." His hands reached up and pulled the other down gently by his neck. He pressed a kiss to Dipper's lips before parting from him.

The brunette just raised a brow at him. "I thought you understood everything," he pointed out with a roll of his eyes, stepping around the couch to sit beside Bill.

Bill scoffed, looking down at his hands. "There are some exceptions," he admitted.

Dipper threw his legs over Bill's own, scooting close to lean his head down on the blonde's chest. He reached out a hand and traced his fingers over one of the other's palms before taking hold of it. "Do you think things are too good right now?" he asked, closing his eyes.

There was a moment of silence before Bill responded, "Probably."

Dipper sighed in exasperation. "So holding out hope she was too late and lost already is a bad idea, huh?" He laughed quietly at his own rhetorical question, nuzzling his boyfriend's shoulder.

Bill tilted his head onto Dipper's, not minding the fact that his hair was still damp. "Yeah," he murmured, coiling his free arm around the brunette almost protectively. He wanted this more than anything else. He didn't want the dimension and he didn't want power. His now human life was too short to be concerned with such things. All that mattered anymore was prolonging the ones of those he cared about.

The Pines.

Pacifica.

Dipper.

There was no reason to chase after the world anymore.

This was his world.

Dipper was his world.

Dipper took a deep breath, smiling a little sadly. "Then in the meantime, do you think you could find it within yourself to tell me you love me?" he questioned softly, voice barely even a whisper. But he knew he'd been heard.

Still, Bill didn't respond. It would be too painful to do so.

No, no he couldn't do that.

Even if he really wanted to.