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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Bill_Cipher/Dipper_Pines
  Character:
      Bill_Cipher, Dipper_Pines
  Additional Tags:
      Pain_Kink, Blood_Play, Deals_with_Demons, Aged-Up_Character(s),
      Tentacles, Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-25 Completed: 2015-03-01 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 5995
****** Demonic Deals and their Consequences ******
by Unwoundclock
Summary

                      The woods are lovely, dark and deep
       Dipper made a deal with Bill Cipher and now he has to uphold his
                                     part.
Notes
     The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
     But I have promises to keep,
     and miles to go before I sleep.
     -Robert Frost
***** Chapter 1 *****
===============================================================================
Really though, what kind of risk-seeking fool would fall in love with a demon?
Dipper.
Of course the only person—could he even call Bill a person?—the boy ever loved
was a world-domineering, sadistically-inclined, pain-loving demon. Really, he
should have seen it coming a mile away. He just hadn't been looking. He'd
tripped into love because he'd been looking at the sky instead of the ground.
Hadn't seen that the ground was littered with Bill-shaped twigs and—well, this
metaphor was escaping him but you get the idea.
In the eerily silent woods of Gravity Falls there lurked a demon with powers
far greater than any others. It made Dipper's hands sweat at his sides as he
lay in bed, staring at the vast emptiness that lived behind his eyes. He felt
his heart beat with something that he'd long understood was not only fear, but
a different emotion completely. Sure, a little bit of fear, but most of those
beats weren't dedicated towards that. They were for something that had alluded
him for so many years. His eyes opened to little sounds: trees in the wind, his
sister turning in her bed, the pig snuffling along the ground. He was awake,
fear and adrenaline turing his body alight.
It was a feeling like waking up from a nightmare, except he was already awake,
and the feeling was constant. He slipped out of his bed, his bare feet
scratching the wooden boards. He had splinters in the soles of his feet from
this floor. He looked out the window. The moon was a dim sphere in the sky. It
always seemed to be full in Gravity Falls. Another mystery Dipper was
determined to solve. They accumulated in his journal by tens a day, seemingly
infinite. So what was the point of solving any of them? He wouldn't live
forever, but he was sure these mysteries would.
Dark thoughts, Pine Tree.
"Dark thoughts indeed," Dipper laughed grimly, his eyes wide and staring at the
moon, despite his monotone, dry voice. He couldn't see Bill, but he knew it was
him. The moon? No, the voice. He was giving up on the moon now since it didn't
work right. The voice though, now that worked fine.
Aw, the moon's going now too? I thought you liked the moon.
Bill had ruined it for him. Staring up at the sky was accompanied by the
memories of blood and yells that he could've sworn weren't his. They probably
weren't, and that was almost worse. Dipper looked at his sister sleeping
soundly in her bed. They were different now, no longer how they'd been at the
beginning of this summer. She couldn't read his expressions now, some of them
at least. The new ones, the weird ones that were confused and fuzzy and scary
around the corners.
"It's your fault."
You know that's not right. You know that's not right, kid. Now are you coming?
Dipper couldn't help it, couldn't help the smile that crossed his face, like
the snap of fingers. Bright, and then gone abruptly. He was like that now,
inconsistent, torn. He picked up his hat from his bedside table and snuck from
the house, the dark of night more like a warm companion. It alternated between
unknown and friendly, like a stranger that constantly changed their opinion of
him. Dipper wasn't sure how he felt himself. Sick, he thought.
"Did you bring it?" He asked as he stepped into a forest clearing, his eyes
shadowed from the light of the moon by his hat. Bill seamlessly appeared from
the darkness, his shining light causing lights to spark off behind Dipper's
eyelids. Bill's eyes glowed brighter than the moon, now that Dipper could
compare them side-by-side. Bill was better than the moon. That was just one
more thing.
"Glad you could make it Pine Tree. In fact, I did." Bill said with a pretense
of faux cheeriness. The demon was obviously impatient, his fingers going tap-
tap-tap at the top of his cane. Dipper crossed his arms, that smile back again,
challenging. Oh, it felt good. Bill waved his hand and a blue flame erupted
from it with a halo of neon brightness. The demon whispered some runes and a
severed head was summoned, blood and muscles and bones levitating in a state of
put-together death. Dipper wasn't one for gore like Bill was, so he wasn't as
excited over the severed head as Bill was. Bill was obviously pretty pleased,
eyeing the decaying flesh and yellowed bones with an air of pride.
Dipper knew who the head belonged to, hell, he'd ordered the execution himself.
But ordering a killing and actually seeing the dead body were two different
things. Dipper felt like kneeling in the grass and throwing up but that'd be
stupid. He couldn't show any weakness in front of the demon. Demons preyed on
weakness.
Dipper nodded his approval of the job and walked closer, examining the head in
detail. This kid had been his bully for the last three years and now he was
dead. Just skin and bones and blood. Dipper felt some satisfaction in that.
Feeling a dark sense of he deserved it that was akin to the feeling that
snapped his face into smiles. Dipper tried to draw the feeling out, the feeling
of raw power. He had fulfilled his countless promises of "I'll get him back"
and whispered "I'll kill you"s. The bully had deserved it. He'd made every day
of Dipper's life for three years a living hell. Look who's in hell now, Dipper
thought.
"You done kid? Gee, you're making jealous. You never stare at me like that."
Bill said idly as he swung his cane and the head dropped from the air to the
ground with a wet thump. Dipper looked away, his body instinctively recoiling
from the smell and look of death. Bill floated down to him, his thin, black arm
sliding around Dipper's shoulders. The demon was warm, like sunlight. It was a
stark contrast to everything Bill was. Dipper relaxed under the touch even
though his mind always screamed stay away, stay away, stay away every time the
demon came close to him.
"I killed him, that was my end of the deal. I think it's time for you to
fulfill your part, hm?"
Dipper shrugged, his momentary power-high and blood rush allowing him to not be
as nervous about what was going to come than usual. Dipper nodded shakily, his
heart stuttering against his chest, up into his throat.
"Are you going to change?"
Bill seemed to consider the question and then he shrugged, "sure, kid!" The
demon snapped his fingers again and Dipper shielded his eyes from the bright
light that followed suit. When he opened them again, he was staring at a boy.
The boy had bright blonde hair, oddly light blue eyes and delicate tanned skin.
It looked like Bill had picked a vessel that was around Dipper's age. Okay, he
could do this.
Bill smiled and raised an eyebrow, "like it? You better. You're going to be
seeing a lot of this body." Bill laughed a bit at his own joke, a smile
cracking across the boy's face.
Dipper nodded and rubbed his arm nervously, "yeah."
"Let me run through the rules again. Nothing's off-limits except death or
something that would directly lead to your death, it lasts for one night from
now until sunrise, and you have to do everything I say. Wow, kind of a stupid
deal, Pine Tree. Not like you to disregard consequences and, trust me, there
are some serious consequences to this deal."
Dipper bit his lip, fear creeping up his chest. Yeah, he knew of what Bill
could do to him. Rip his eyes out, light him on fire, scar him. Had the death
of a pathetic bully been worth what the demon had planned? Dipper shook his
head. It was too late to change anything now. He stood still and waited for
Bill to do something, tension building up in his chest.
Bill walked up to him, a strangely shiny glint in his eyes, "this is going to
be fun. I enjoy seeing you in pain so much. Only, this will be better because
you're going to be hurting yourself. I'm just going to be able to sit back and
enjoy the show."
Bill threw a small, silver blade at Dipper's feet. The knife was short but
obviously sharp, with a smooth and saw-toothed side. Dipper picked it up, his
fingers trembling slightly as he held it in his hand. It was light but it
smelled strongly of metal and Dipper really didn't want to know what else this
knife had been through. Who it had been through. Bill leaned against a tree,
crossing his arms above his head, casually assessing him.
"Let's start small. How about a nice cut on your palm. Think satan-summoning
style, right against the skin." Bill said cheerfully, the tone of his voice
distinctly out of place in this situation.
Dipper let out a shaky breath but lined the blade against his skin, pulling the
blade up from the base of his palm to his index finger. He cursed at the pain
and watched the cut slowly open, blood seeping from the wound. It kind of
bubbled then dripped down his wrist and pooled in the cracks between his
fingers. He didn't think it would bleed this much. Dipper wanted to wipe his
hand on his pants or something but Bill probably wouldn't like that. The demon
leaned forward a little, a predatory smile gracing his lips. He was obviously
very much into blood, which probably meant very bad things for Dipper.
Bill pushed himself from the tree and walked over to Dipper, picking up the
boy's hand. The demon smeared the blood across Dipper's palm and shivered when
Dipper winced from the pain. The demon pressed on the cut, watching as more
blood spilled from the split. By now, the sting had fully kicked in and god, it
burned like a massive paper cut. Bill grinned and then licked the blood from
Dipper's palm.
"I tho-thought demons didn't drink blood," Dipper joked, his voice shaking.
Bill glanced up at him and smiled, "they usually don't. It's just something I
personally like. Been meaning to try this out with you for a while now."
Bill pressed his tongue between Dipper's fingers and Dipper mumbled a curse as
his head fell back against the tree behind him. Of course the pain wasn't
enough to deter him from getting turned on. Being the adrenalin junkie that he
was, Dipper wasn't entirely sure that the whole thing wasn't turning him on
more. Bill laughed as he twisted Dipper's hand behind his back sharply,
standing behind Dipper. He took off Dipper's hat and threw it onto the ground.
"I think I'm being too nice to you, Pine Tree." Bill said, a whisper of hot
breath against Dipper's neck. The demon's hand slid down Dipper's sides to the
front of his shorts and Dipper choked on a moan. Dipper's blunt fingernails dug
into the tree bark behind him as he tried to regain his composure again. People
weren't supposed to get this turned on by real pain. Yet here he was. Bill's
fingers dug into his throat, hard enough to make Dipper worry that something
would break. The knife slipped from Dipper's fingers.
"On your knees. Now." Bill ordered, shoving Dipper to the ground. Dipper landed
on his hands, his knees bruising against the dirt. Bill yanked his head up with
his fingers tangled in Dipper's brown hair. He looked down at Dipper
condescendingly, his free hand circling the red print from where Bill had
marked his neck earlier. Bill petted his hair, like he was a cat, then pulled
on it, just to watch Dipper feel whiplash from the change.
"I think you know what to do. These human bodies get excited real easy, don't
they." Bill laughed as he stood in front of Dipper, his hips right in front of
Dipper's face. Yeah, Dipper did know what he supposed to do. He took a shallow
breath and then he lifted his clean hand to pull down the demon's pants. Bill
slapped his hand away and pointed to the other one, obviously saying, use that
one. Dipper obliged and forced his fingers to make the motions despite how much
it stung and burned and how much his fingers did not want to move. He pulled
down Bill's pants and was met with a distinctly human, though abnormally large,
dick. Of course Bill would make this as difficult for him as possible.
"Really?" Dipper said dryly and Bill laughed above him, a high lilting sound.
"Sorry Pine Tree, really, it would suck to be you."
Oh, another pun. Dipper eyed the dick in front of him cautiously, then used his
bloody hand to run down the length. Obviously, the demon was looking for
something else because after a few seconds of enjoying the bloody hand he said,
"open."
Dipper hesitated for a second and Bill slapped his cheek hard enough to really
sting. The boy tasted blood from where his teeth met the inside of his cheek.
He opened his mouth, closing his eyes against what he knew was going to come.
Bill thrust forward and Dipper choked around the large intrusion.
"Hah, didn't think that you'd be able to take it Pine Tree." Bill smiled above
him, his demonic snideness winning over normal human weaknesses i.e. losing the
ability to reason while getting blown. Dipper didn't find it in him to be
proud. The demon seemed to sense this because he smiled at him widely, tugging
at strands of his hair again. "Maybe that just means I'm not pushing you hard
enough."
Dipper had barely heard what the demon said but it was pretty obvious a few
seconds later when Bill shoved Dipper's face forward, so that he was taking way
more than humans should take. He felt like gagging but all his throat clenched
down on was Bill's dick. Dipper whined but that just caused Bill to make a
shuddering sigh and start fucking Dipper's mouth with fast, deep thrusts.
Bill's hand pushed Dipper's head forward over the demon's dick with each
thrust. Dipper knew he was crying now because he tasted salt on his lips.
Abruptly, Bill pulled Dipper away from his dick, enjoying the boy's red, spit-
slicked lips. He smeared the tip of his dick across Dipper's mouth.

"You look good like this, kid. You humans got one thing right."
With that, he slipped his fingers into Dipper's mouth and tugged it open,
sliding his dick in next to them. dipper's mouth opened so wide his jaws
burned. The fingers in his mouth pushed his tongue down, forcing the dick
further in. Bill fucked in a few more times, a content smile on his face.
Dipper's dick was sore from rubbing against the denim of his jeans. Bill drew
his dick out again and tangled his spit-wet fingers in Dipper's hair. Dipper
coughed and gasped for air, his throat hurting when he swallowed. Bill's hand
ran down over Dipper's eyelids, his fingernails pinpricks on his skin. Dipper
was terrified that those nails would go too deep, push too hard. Bill seemed to
read his thoughts—probably did—and the pressure doubled over his eyes.
"Bil—"
"Don't." Bill warned and Dipper breathed shallowly, his body alternating
between burning and cold. He swallowed and Bill's fingers slowly trailed from
Dipper's eyelids to his throat, resting just above his Adam's apple. Dipper
swallowed again and it felt weird and wrong wrong wrong with Bill obstructing
the movement with his thumb.
"Haha, kid, you should see yourself," Bill said as he leaned in close, "just
seeing your face makes me want to mess you up. Mess you up so much that
Shooting Star wouldn't be able to recognize you. All you'd be is bruises and
blood and me."
The shiver that ran up Dipper's spine was definitely more than what Dipper
wanted to acknowledge. Bill let go of Dipper's hair and the boy lost balance,
his head falling against the base of the tree. Bill stood up and brushed his
hands on his shirt, suddenly looking like he'd touched something dirty.
"Take off your shirt." Bill said, like it wasn't a command. Dipper knew better.
He tugged the bottom of the shirt up his stomach and over his head. His brown
bangs fell in his face and Bill pushed them back, nails pushing just too deep
against Dipper's scalp. The demon kneeled over Dipper's lap and then sat down
on it, a pleasant change to everything else Bill had done so far. Dipper was
immediately suspicious. He shifted a little under the demon but Bill snapped
"no hands, don't move" so Dipper had to grab the grass beneath his fingers and
sit still. It felt insanely good to have Bill's warm body above him, grinding
down onto his lap. Dipper seethed in pleasure and Bill grinned down at him.
Then, once Dipper was sure he was going to finish any second, Bill stopped.
Of course. Dipper restrained the displeased sound that was half-way out his
mouth and sat back. Bill snapped his fingers and then spun around, apparently
forgetting that he wasn't a demon for a second. The demon frowned slightly and
then shrugged, taking off his shirt manually. That resulted in getting Dipper
hotter than he'd probably been ever. Yeah, they'd done some stuff before but
never like this. Usually it was just him masturbating while Bill whispered
(disgusting, sadistic, intense) things through his mind. Dipper bit his lip,
his cheeks going red as Bill undressed, throwing the shirt onto the forest
floor.
Dipper really wanted to touch himself then, but he was on the edge of want and
fear. And fear always won when it came to Bill. Dipper's skin went hot when
Bill stood above him, his hand supporting him against the tree as he stared
down at Dipper. Dipper tried to figure out what was coming next, looking into
the demon's eyes. Nothing. Bill's finger lifted Dipper's chin up and that made
it even harder to breathe.
"What do I want to do to you next? I have an arsenal of ideas. So many, so many
it's overwhelming. Too bad this deal only lasts a night."
Bill's fingers interlaced with Dipper's and then suddenly there was
a snap sound and Dipper screamed. Pain shot from his hand up to his brain with
varying signals of extreme pain. Through the haze Dipper heard Bill laugh,
holding his sides, letting go of the broken finger. "Gee kid, you're a hoot."
Bill examined the broken finger, his other hand going up to Dipper's cheek to
wipe away the tears that were accompanied by some heaving sobs. Bill hummed
happily and brought his lips down to meet Dipper's. It wasn't really a kiss
because Dipper was still gasping in pain but Bill seemed to like it. His tongue
ran against the side of Dipper's mouth, tasting the blood from earlier. Now
that really seemed to get Bill going because he pushed Dipper onto his back,
hands scratching at any area of the boy's skin that he could reach.
"Pain is just so fun, isn't it?" Bill panted, sitting on top of Dipper's
stomach. Dipper didn't know if the question was rhetorical or not so he weakly
shook his head, trying to find anything to distract him from the pain. He'd
broken a bone before so he knew that the pain would just keep building for a
while. He needed to distract himself, not let it overwhelm him. He really
didn't want to pass out and leave Bill alone with his unconscious body.
Bill shrugged and placed Dipper's hand in his, smiling wildly as Dipper tensed
on the contact. He stroked the back of the hand gently, looking into Dipper's
eyes with a stare that said I've got you.
"I'm surprised you're still hard, Pine Tree, but then again I guess I'm not.
You like the pain. I'm going to break you and you're going to enjoy it. That's
not even a threat, it's fact."
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Lost in the forest, I broke off
     a dark twig and lifted its
     whisper to my thirsty lips;
     maybe it was the voice of the
     rain crying, a cracked hell,
     or a torn heart
     -Pablo Neruda
See the end of the chapter for more notes
===============================================================================
 
"I'm surprised you're still hard, Pine Tree, but then again I guess I'm not.
You've always been such an adventure-seeking idiot. I'm going to break you and
you're going to enjoy it. That's not even a threat, it's fact."
Dipper cringed at how Bill could just read him like that. It made him feel
vulnerable, like he couldn't shield himself mentally or physically. Bill let
out a low chuckle, the air heavy with magic, almost suffocating. Bill's hands
pressed on Dipper's collarbones, marveling at how small they felt beneath his
fingers. Bill rolled his hips against Dipper's chest and panted, jeez, that
actually felt pretty good.
"Touch me," Bill said and Dipper flushed before he raised his hands up to
Bill's hips, unsure where to touch. Bill ground down harder and Dipper's hands
tightened against the cloth on Bill's hips. The demon's nails ran down Dipper's
chest, his cold hands running up and down. Another shiver.
"Where should I touch you?" Dipper asked, his voice rough and broken-up.
"Anywhere." Bill smiled, "just make sure it hurts."
Dipper tried to think of what Bill would like. Hair, maybe? Clawing? Dipper
frowned slightly, realizing that no, he wanted to get back at Bill. What kind
of boyfriend basically made you a sex slave for a night in return for killing
someone? A stingy one. Dipper propped himself up on his elbows and brought the
demon's neck down low enough for the boy to bring his lips to the skin and suck
and lick there. He bit around the spot, red splotches forming on Bill's skin.
That looked pretty good. Dipper couldn't usually mark the demon like this, as
Bill was usually more triangular and less...soft-skinned (only in one sense of
the word).
Bill made unabashedly satisfied hums above him, panting as he moved his hips
against Dipper. Dipper decided that this was a lot better than what had been
happening before—his sore finger a testament to that—and decided to get really
into it. The boy sat up more and ran a hand up Bill's chest, his hands
traveling to his hair. His fingers—the not broken ones—knotted into those
blonde strands and alternated between soothing and fierce tugs whenever Dipper
wanted to hear Bill stutter slightly and make a quiet noise in the back of his
throat. That being said, it happened quite often. Dipper bit down against
Bill's shoulder at the same time the demon decided that he wanted to put his
hand on Dipper's crotch and the unexpected sensation made Dipper bite down too
hard. Bill gasped sharply, something that sounded like "Dipper", as his
fingernails dug into Dipper's pants. Dipper tasted blood against his tongue and
when he drew back he saw that Bill's shoulder was bleeding, teeth imprints
clear and visible against the demon's skin, slowly filling and dripping with
blood.
Scared, Dipper looked at Bill's face to see if he'd crossed a line but the
demon still hadn't opened his eyes, breathing heavily. Fuck, maybe he's trying
to control himself into not killing me, Dipper thought miserably, licking the
blood from Bill's shoulder as an apology. Maybe he'd be let off the hook a
little for indulging Bill's blood kink.
"Stop it," Bill whispered and Dipper stopped, fear creeping up his chest like
ice.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bite you that hard. I'm sorry."
The demon breathed out shakily before looking up, "it's difficult to control
these bodies. That felt really good by the way, but I feel a little like this
body is becoming a liability. Sorry kid, but this is going to be more fun for
me then you. Then again, that was kind of the point of my side of the deal
anyway."
Dipper frowned in confusion as Bill stood up, then realization dawned on him as
Bill muttered some runes again. The light came back and Bill reverted to his
original form. He turned back to Dipper and floated over, "much better. Those
human dicks just have a mind of their own, don't they? Must get distracting
sometimes. In fact, it was a little too distracting. I can't stray away from
the idea of hurting you. I mean, I can only do this every once in a while."
Dipper cursed and Bill just laughed, his arms wrapping around Dipper's back.
"You can't say that you didn't know what you signed up for."
Dipper felt his breath catch and stop as he felt something nudge his back from
behind. The boy instantly knew what they were. He felt like groaning and
moaning at the same time. The last encounter with them had been not only life-
threatening, but strangely exciting. Still life-threatening. Dipper had sworn
off chocking from their sexual activities after that. Still, he couldn't say
that he didn't like Bill's tentacles. They were slick (in all senses of the
word) and had a bit of a mind of their own. He took a breath to steady himself
and then Dipper turned around to face the demon.
One of the tentacles slipped against his leg and Dipper had to really force
himself not to flinch. Bill watched him, his white eye glowing like a beaker in
the darkness. His tentacles, on the other hand, were like the embodiment of
night itself. Dipper felt one run up his leg, curling around his knee, going
up. Dipper felt himself shake as Bill hovered up to him, brushing his hand down
Dipper's face.
"Are you scared?"
Dipper wanted to spit something like, "no" or a snide "bring it on" but his
mouth was dry and he couldn't will it open. He swallowed, the pain still there,
like a low burn on constant heat. He managed to shake his head and glare at
Bill defiantly. He wasn't scared. He was an adventurer. He had chosen to
explore this, to try it. It didn't matter if it hurt, ached or killed him. The
demon made a tutting noise and a tentacle circled around Dipper's waist.
"You know, your thought processes really aren't the most self-preserving. I
thought evolution had made your genes better than this."
Dipper half-laughed, his voice coming back, "I think my genes are fine. I mean,
I've survived being with you for a few years now, haven't I? Not many people
can say that."
"No one else can say that," the demon said immediately, sharply, facing Dipper
directly. Dipper knew how touchy Bill was about who he protected and uh,
bonded with. Dipper did feel some pride in that, that he was the one the demon
liked. He licked his cut lip and looked back at Bill. "Thanks," the boy mumbled
and if demons could blush, Bill would have. Bill's tentacle retracted a little,
soothing Dipper's skin instead of wrapping tighter. Dipper found that kind of
cute. He also thought it was different.
"You know, it's interesting that you haven't actually really hurt me. Yeah,
some blood, but just my palm. I guess you basically chocked me with human
anatomy, but you know that I kind of like that. Also, the biting and hair
pulling? That's like my favorite thing. Okay, the broken finger is getting a
little warmer but come on, you punctured my lung once during sex." A
challenging smile curled on Dipper's face, "Are you getting soft or something?
I thought this would be like hospital-rendering sex here or something. Oh wait,
maybe you're starting to like me."
This kind of teasing was basically the basis of their relationship, so it
didn't feel out of place or too mean to Dipper. Bill, on the other hand, glared
at him and the tentacle retracted completely. Then the demon raised his hand
like he was going to make a point but didn't say anything. Dipper raised an
eyebrow, a little confused at how Bill was reacting. Usually, Bill would have
made a joke about that and thrown it in Dipper's face. Bill wasn't saying
anything.
Dipper frowned, "Bill?"
"Demons don't like people. I don't like people. I don't care about you." Bill
spat angrily, crossing his arms as he hovered a few feet away. Dipper paused
momentarily at those words, his heart stopping like it'd been struck by ice.
But the feeling passed quickly. Dipper knew that Bill didn't like him the way
the he liked the demon. He'd never hoped for it because he knew it wasn't
likely, wasn't even possible. It had stopped hurting a while ago. Dipper had
learned to live with that realization. He walked up to the demon, just scared
that Bill wanted to leave.
"I know." Dipper said quietly, "Bill, I know that. I'm sorry for saying that. I
didn't think that you'd get angry."
Bill stared at him for a few seconds and then lowered his arms. He made a
sighing sound and floated a little closer to Dipper, almost like it was
subconscious. His thin, black fingers twisted nervously at his sides.
"Dipper...you're different."
Dipper scoffed, unable to control his reactions because of his nervousness,
"thanks Bill. You could've just said I was a freak like everyone else does."
Bill smacked himself in the face and made a distinctly non-human sound that
Dipper roughly translated as "holy fuck, this idiot." Dipper raised an eyebrow
that was basically just a cover for how concerned and worried and close to
freaking out he was. Emotional talks were not something that happened with him
and Bill. Especially during sex. This was new and scary. Dipper's heart was
beating fast and shit, Dipper had promised himself never to allow himself to
hope for this. To hope that Bill could like him back too. But there it went,
hoping and beating away.
"You're smart, read between the lines, kid. It may just be residue human
hormones but I think you messed me up. I should kill you just for that." Bill
said, wavering on the edge of angry and uncertain.
"I don't think you could." Dipper blurted out before he could stop himself. Why
would he even say that? That was stupid, Dipper thought, that was really,
really stupid. That not how you should react when someone—especially a demon
who was new to romantic ideas—confessed to you. Dipper kind of wished that Bill
would kill him for that. He wanted to be gone. Instead, he blushed and tried to
make it better. 'Tried' being the key word in that sentence.
"I mean! I didn't actually intend to challenge you like that I'm just—I'm just
nervous. This is new for me and wow, ahah, I guess it's new for you too! But
uhm! I didn't know what to say or how to like—"
"Wow, Kid? Shut the hell up. This really doesn't change anything."
"It doesn't?" Dipper asked, confused. He wasn't sure what he'd expected though.
He really couldn't see Bill as the kind of guy who'd like movie & dinner dates.
He also couldn't see them getting married or well, doing any of the stuff
normal couples did.
"No, it doesn't."
"But you don't like hurting me?"
The demon paused and looked at the cut on Dipper's palm, "I do. I just don't
like hospitals. They're annoying."
Dipper connected two and two together, "you thought I was going to die that
time with the punctured lung. Haha, dude, I knew that you'd be able to heal me
and that it would only require some medical attention. I'm not mad about that."
Bill didn't say anything and Dipper sighed, "Look, I'm cool with whatever you
want to do—well, as long as it doesn't really involve me really dying. But I
trust you. Anyway, since we're on the topic of confessing, uhm, well you
already know that I've liked you for a couple of years now. I'm really cool
with the way we are and I really like the sex we have and the adventures we go
on and I like being with you. So. Uhm. Yeah, that's about it. I don't mind if
nothing changes."
Bill stared and then sighed again as he rested his head on his hand, like he
was warding off a headache. Then he floated over to Dipper, looping his arm
around Dipper's shoulder. Dipper held up a fist, smiling widely, "we cool
then?" Bill rolled his eye but returned the fist bump and laughed as Dipper
tugged him closer to give the demon a kiss. A tentacle curled around his side
and Dipper snickered despite Bill obvious chagrin of his apendage's actions. He
kissed the demon again and then pulled back slightly, smiling awkwardly.
"So, uhm, you still want to...I dunno, have sex?" Dipper asked and coughed to
cover the fluctuations in his voice.
Bill made a sound that probably meant approval because multiple of his
tentacles began to curl up Dipper's side. They slid across his skin, slick from
something but Dipper didn't know what. He didn't really feel like he needed to
know. Well, he'd add it to his mystery list anyway. The tentacles went slow,
and Dipper blushed because they were touching everywhere except his pants,
where they were arguably needed the most at the moment. He shifted his hips as
if to say 'touch here please' and Bill just laughed again. It was intentional.
Of course. That Jerk. Dipper let out a breathy laugh too as one went up the
side of his neck and tangled in his hair. Was that really necessary? Wet hair,
great.
"So, what do you want?"
Dipper smirked, "asking for my opinion now, hm?"
One of the tentacles lifted and smacked his side and ouch, that stung. Fair
enough. "Really, Dipper? What is your problem." Bill said flatly and then
looked a little more surprised when Dipper gasped and moved his hip
involuntarily. "What?" the demon asked, looking if his tentacles had touched
Dipper anywhere they weren't supposed to yet.
"You said my name. Like my name name." Dipper said, just as surprised, "you
never say my name during sex."
Bill rolled his eyes, "well I guess this is the time for firsts."
"Say it agai—" Dipper started but a tentacle curled above his mouth, almost
slipping in. Hell no, his throat was still really sore. Dipper promptly stopped
talking and shot Bill a frustrated look. The demon pretended to ignore it as he
floated over, his hand hovering above Dipper's pants.
"Should I?" Bill mused and Dipper nodded his head vigorously. Bill pretended to
think over the idea while he ran his hand up and down Dipper's thigh. The boy
tried to kick him but one of the tentacles caught his leg and held it still.
Bill smirk-laughed (the kind of laugh that Dipper knew would've been a smirk if
Bill had a mouth) and then put his hand on the front of Dipper's pants, causing
the boy's whole boy to tense. Bill moved his palm lightly against the zipper of
the pants and Dipper made another frustrated sound. Bill shrugged and began to
tug the zipper down painfully slow.
"Just get on with it." Dipper said through clenched teeth and Bill laughed.
Then he did get the zipper down and tugged at Dipper's pants, the tentacles
starting to venture down that way as well.
"I told you this would be fun," Bill said lightly and Dipper couldn't find it
in him to argue. Their relationship was weird, like really weird. That's just
the way Dipper liked it though, and for some reason it worked. It probably
wasn't entirely healthy, but what relationship was? All Dipper knew what that
he was happy with the things were.
Really though, what kind of risk-seeking fool would fall in love with a demon?
Dipper did. 
Chapter End Notes
     Okay, wow, around 6,000 words of porn. That was a huge stress
     reliever but seriously...wtf
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