**Prompt; "Make one where dipper kisses Bill when he least expects it" -@BILLCIPHERSWIFE
TA-DA another one done in the midnight hour .^.**

"HA-HAHA! AHAHA! YOU'RE MINE NOW, PINETREE!"

Dipper was shoved up against the side of a rough rock that jutted out of the forest floor. Bill stood, towering above him, holding Dipper up by his one hand. Bill's thumb was shoved up under Dipper's chin, his fingers curling around the base of Dipper's skull and neck.

"B-BILL!" Dipper whimpered. He squirmed under his grip, in terrible pain, clawing at Bill's arm. He never showed any sign of damage to the fierce clawing Dipper was doing to his arm. He would only laugh louder.

Bill's other arm was arched back, his palm aflame with azure fire, pointed at Dipper. He cackled once more hearing Dipper whimper, leaning in closer to his face, their noses practically touching. Bill was only having fun with him, enjoying the torture he was bringing on to the kid. Oh, how he loved it. The fun had only just begun...
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Dipper stared into the brilliantly golden eyes that bore into his own soul. He was frightened by this man's(?) appearance and dominance. Dipper's eyes were widened, his heart pumping-but he felt something more than fear.

Attraction?

No-no, that can't be right, Dipper thought to himself. How could I possibly be attracted to such-such a horrific man?! Impossible.

Dipper bickered between his emotions as Bill continued his torturous acts on him. But Dipper noticed one tiny bit of information key to his attraction; mercy.

Bill was showing him mercy.

It was more of a hesitation, Dipper came to realize. But still, he believed it as mercy.
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With only the flex of his gloved fingers, Bill sent shockwaves of pain throughout Dipper. He tensed his slender gloved fingers and pain would course through Dipper's veins, as if his blood had been replaced with acid.

Dipper had given up fighting back Bill. He was too weak, too tired. He had come to the realization he was never going to get away from the torture.

Bill had started to show hesitation in his work. Gah, what am I thinking? I can't go too easy on him, yet I can't go too hard on him. I want to kill him-
But I can't.

Bill squeezed his eyes shut and masked his own bickering emotions with another cackle. He brought his face near to Dipper's, about to whisper something scarring, dominating, vile-but was interrupted.

Bill felt something soft and lukewarm on his lips. He then realized-Pinetree... Is.. Kissing me? B-but... Why would he..

Bill didn't know the reason, but he had never felt anything like this before. It was soothing, draining him of all the sadistic traits he had shown. Bill then felt himself kissing back... His grip on Dipper's neck and lower cranium loosened, his hand moving upwards to Dipper's cheek. Bill pulled away, realizing what he had just committed himself to do, what Dipper made him give in to.

He felt angered by what Dipper had done to him. But only for a second. He saw the pleading look on Dipper's battered and beaten face. He grimaced, faking the disgust and hatred of what he had just done. He shoved himself away from Dipper, brushing himself off, turned away from him.
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Dipper stood, watching the other man brush his glimmering suit off. He cowered, hoping Bill wouldn't turn around for another more hellish round of torture, especially after what he had just done.

I... Did I really... I really just did that, didn't I? Oh god, oh god, he's gonna fucking kill me for that, ohgodohgodohgodohgod....

Dipper smacked himself, thinking of what he had just done.

He winced as Bill turned around, glaring at Dipper. He was pulling his gloves farther down on his fingers, outlining his sharp, even for normal, fingernails.

He slowly and casually approached Dipper. Dipper pressed himself against the rock again and whimpered as Bill got near to him. Bill was so close to him Dipper could almost feel their torsos touching, Bill's warm breath but cold voice piercing his face.
"We shall never speak of this incident again," Bill said coldly and threateningly.
Dipper simply nodded his head and looked down. Bill began to walk off.
"Now, if you excuse me, I will be off. Remember what I have told you.
Goodbye, Pinetree-" Blue flames appeared around Bill. He was about to leave, but was interrupted.

"Wait!" Dipper shouted.
Bill paused, turning around. He glared at Dipper, eyes flickering red. He just couldn't decide whether to stay mad at the kid or not.
"I... I have a-a question," Dipper said, staring back up at the demon.
Bill gave him an annoyed look, raising an eyebrow at Dipper. Even though, he was intrigued by what he could possibly ask after all the events they went through today.

Dipper paused, nervously running his hand up and down his arm.
"Well, kid, what is it?" Bill asked impatiently.
Dipper looked up sternly at Bill, almost shocking Bill with the serious tone of his expression.
"W-why... Why did you k-kiss back?" Dipper finally asked, immediately looking ashamed after asking.

A look of confusion passed over Bill's face. He was stunned. Had he kissed back? Yes, he had. And he knew it.
But why?

Bill's expression turned back to its serious state. "That... That, kid, is a question I can't really answer at the moment," Bill said quickly. "Well, ok, bye, remember what I said," Bill said, eyes flashing red for a moment. "And I shall see you... Later. Goodbye."

And like that, Bill disappeared in a flash of blue flames, leaving the questioning Dipper in the midst of the woods.