Rated 18+ {Warning! Heavy sexual themes included} "BRACE YOURSELVES."

Dipper walked right back into the shack, dusting his snow-frosted shoulders. He unraveled his scarf and hung the rest of his bundled clothes onto a hook. He sniffed some hot chocolate out and gleamed, taking his personal cup with a pine tree on one side, and the Bill Cipher wheel on the other. He marched upstairs, enjoying the warm cocoa that slid down his throat.

As he walked up, the stairs creaked lightly as he pushed his door open. He gazed at his bed, Bill sitting there comfortably in Dipper's only pajamas he 'borrowed' from him. In his hands was an Atari as he narrowed his eyes at the television, playing around with these human games.

Dipper set his mug down on a desk and looked crossly at Bill, leaning against the doorway. "Hey, you never asked if you could wear my pajamas..."

Bill paused and looked at Dipper, smirking wickedly. "Finder's keepers," he taunted and resumed, his eye twitching a little.

    "Then what am I supposed to wear?" Bill sighed and paused the game once more, pointing to his tailcoat that was warmly hung on a rack. "Wear my coat," he advised and resumed.

Dipper sighed heavily and whine in a long pitch, then lazily strode to the rack. He tugged his sweater and shirt off, quickly slipping Bill's fancy golden, but warm coat on. He nudged his jeans off, as well as his boxers. He quickly sat beside Bill and snuggled into the blankets, making sure to cover his naked bottom.

Bill gently paused the game again and craned his neck to look at the adult boy beside him. He blushed lightly, smirking. "You look so handsome with my coat on," he purred and nipped Dipper's ear.

Dipper blushed and slapped his lips away, using the tails of the coat to cover his bare length. He whimpered softly and stared at the screen. Slowly he heard Bill gasp with a grin that he saw.

    "Hold on," Bill said, gazing down at Dipper's naked bottom. "You sleep half-naked?" 

Dipper ignored the question but blushed more, heat hoarding his cheeks. "S-Sometimes," he muttered as lowly as possible.

Bill trailed his arm over his shoulder. "Damn," he purred warmly into his ear. "Baby...you sure do know how to turn a guy on..."

Dipper blushed and dusted Bill's arm off, hiding his bottom part embarrassingly. "Sh-Shut up!"

Bill chuckled, his arms slowly tugging Dipper onto his lap. He moaned softly all of a sudden as Dipper's naked rear brushed against his crotch. He grinned into Dipper's hair and resumed the game one last time and continued fidgeting with the joystick.

Dipper watched him intently, guiding him with tips that Bill seemed to already know, despite the fact he knows everything. Soon, it was game over and Bill whined, nearly throwing the Atari at the television. Dipper laughed mockingly and pocked Bill's hair. "Loser," he said and smiled in a challenging crease.

    "Babe, stop," said Bill with a small smile. "Say...can you play with me?" He took out an X-box controller and smiled.

Dipper blushed lightly. "I guess..I haven't played games in a while..." He grabbed another X-box controller, and soon the two began playing overnight, pulling a near all-nighter. They played plenty of first-person shooter games, which Bill successfully won.

Dipper outrageously dumped the controller on the far off pillow and crossed his arms. Bill cackled gently and set the controller down on the floor, nipping Dipper's ear piercing. "Suck it up," he whispered. "I won, you lost. Oh well..."

Dipper whined at him. "Rematch!" he said.

    "Why don't we play with the joystick instead?" Bill suggested, spotting Dipper grab the joystick. He slapped it out of his hands and smirked against his hair. "That's not what I meant, Pine Tree..." He trailed his bare hand down to Dipper's bare thighs, then slid them under the silky fabric that covered Dipper's length. He wrapped his hand around Dipper's member, pumping gently as Dipper moaned and gasped, his eyes shutting. Bill slid his other hand up to Dipper's chin, tapping his finger on the adult's lower lip.

    "Hmm...," Bill hummed and smirked, gently slipping two finger's into Dipper's mouth. He felt his lips curl around them as he began sucking lightly on his finger tips, moaning his name with a gasp.

    "B-Bill," Dipper moaned and panted hotly, saliva edging down his mouth. He felt his hand pump faster as his panting escalated faster as well. "F-Fuck..."

Bill kissed Dipper's ear, breathing warmly against his soft neck. Slowly he felt a liquid substance pour down his fingers while a huge smirk tugged on the corners of his lips. "You've sprung your leak," he whispered and licked his white liquid covered fingers.

Dipper blushed and wiped away the rest of his 'spill' and glared at Bill. "You perverted rapist," he accused and glared crossly at him more.

    "Whatever," said Bill as he held Dipper close. "I think it's my turn to spring my leak," he brought up, smirking lightly.

Dipper blushed heavily and shook his head. "U-Uh no! I don't think I'd want to!" He wriggled away from Bill, but the demon's arms wrapped around him once again as they flung him around, sending Dipper's face meeting with Bill's bulge that peeped under the pants he wore.

    "You can't leave a demon," stated Bill as he grinned, sliding his pants off. He guided Dipper's hands around the edge of his boxers as Dipper obliged hesitantly, sliding them off nervously.

Bill suddenly softened over Dipper. "You don't have to if you don't want to- hmm," he suddenly moaned as Dipper obliged more, licking around Bill's length. His warm tongue slid around and around the head, his lips curling as he began to suck wetly over it. All over excited, Bill came too early after minutes as Dipper sprung back, panting softly.

Bill panted and settled Dipper beside him, laying him down in his arms. He slowly nuzzled him, falling asleep. Finally, Dipper smiled, whispering softly in the sweetest way...

    "I love you...Bill..."