(Okay, so, there is a passing joke about transgender people, I'm sorry if it makes anyone feel uncomfortable. There is also some lore for SPOILER: demons, more specifically: sex demons, AKA; incubus/succubus: they can and do change sex in this story. It's very flimsy and pronouns do flip flop, but that's on purpose. So please do not mind that. If it's hard to deal with, just he or she as a substation or deal with it I guess)

Bill swiped the blade of the knife across the palm of his hand. A trail of blood follows behind the blade's path and dripped onto the pentagon. He smudges the blood inside the Center of the circle.

The demon behind him stared down at Bill's work. He stood tall with his hands behind his back with his head tilted to the side at an angle to see what was being drawn. He hard dark purple horns warped on the sides of his head, poking out from his brown curly hair and a long slim tail that flickered back and forth out from his pants. "What are you doing?" He asked; voice casual: he knows full well what Bill is doing. He was dressed in a casual blue and green flannel and jeans.

Bill didn't look up at the demon as he grabbed the summoning book. Covering it blood he didn't wipe off his hand. "This can't be right?" He said, squinting at the words. "A succubus? I wanted a demon for revenge."

"Incubus," the demon corrected.

"Whatever. Both fuck the same."

The demon leaned back, arms folded over his chest. He pouts, eyebrows furrow. "My sister would have words for you," he said.

Bill rolled his eyes," great." He didn't look up from his book. "You come in pairs. Maybe I can have a complete set."

"Not likely," the demon said, brushing off his words. "She's with a boy in New York right now to make a girl jealous, she won't be coming."

"Fun," Bill growled, his eyes roll to the side. He's tired. He just wants them to pay. He doesn't want sex. It isn't really interesting in it. An incubus isn't what he needs to get his revenge.

"You won't be able to do it, ya know?" the demon said. "Like I said before, only one demon at a time. And I'm such a high-quality one."

Bill closed the summoning book, looking back at the demon. He's cute, Bill will give him that, but not enough to get his blood pumping as it should. He's dressed in Bill's clothes, which mostly swallow up his body, which helped the unattractiveness. It did make him look smaller and cuter, but his body was not as exposed. "Bragging now are we?" He joked half-heartedly.

"Are you going to let me suck your dick or am I starving tonight?...Again?" This is the ninth night Bill has tried summoning a new demon in nearly two weeks, Dipper was getting real fucking hungry,

Bill groans to himself. "Fine," he said, propping himself on the couch with his legs spread. "Well? Get it over with."

The demon sighs. He takes off the flannel, leaving him in his skin-tight suit where the blackish-purple fabric flung over his nipples and left his chest and belly bare. He crawls on the floor to Bill, looking up him as if he was innocent. He really wasn't.

The demon pulled down Bill's sweat pants and went to work. Bill tried really hard to keep his breathing steady and even as The incubus sucks him off. The only reaction the demon gets out of him is a hiss as teeth slide over the head of his dick.

Bill shoved Dipper's head away as he stood up. "What the fuck was that?" he yelled.

The demon looked up at him with an angered expression, as if he was the one in the wrong. "I'm just trying to please you. It's what you want! I'm only feeding. So sit the fuck down and let me take care of it."

"Biting someone's dick off isn't kinky, " Bill said. His fingers ran through his messy blond hair.

"It's one of your fantasies, " the demon spat.

Bill looked puzzled. "I don't fantasize about shit like that." He goes to leave until a strong grip pushes his knees so he sits down. The demon keeps his hands from on Bill's knee caps. He tries to get up but can't.

"Do you know how fucking lucky you are?" The demon asks. "Sex demons can't damn humans to hell—so no matter what fucked up fantasies you have, to I am so them to me and you won't be damned. Use me, break me, love me—whatever—do something so I don't fucking starve!" he yelled. The demon was just as frustrated as Bill. "I just want to go home to my sister—but I can't until you are satisfied."

Bill sighs," I won't be satisfied until I get the bastards that torture me," he said.

"That's fine, I can work with that," he said. "What do you need to do?" His tail flips back and forth with some flair, like a playful cat.

Okay, maybe that's a little cute.

Bill snaps out of his passing thought about the demon. "As you can help," Bill hissed. "You're just a sex demon. A slut."

Bill watched the pointy ears over the demon twitch, and his tail wavers in the playful wiggle. The demon smirked," We're making progress," he said before leaning over Bill's penis again and kissing it. "Try insulting me again, " he suggested as he started taking the whole dick into his throat.

Bill grabbed the boy's hair. His grip clings to the tuff of curly brown hair. "Whore, " he said lazily. Something sparked at the words, in both of them. "Needy bitch, " he said.

The demon moaned into his meat, continuing to suck and swallow with a steady bob of his head. Bill noticed one of the demon's hands reached down to touch himself. His eyes are clouded but mouth still well into work.

Bill snatched the hand and yanked it up. "You don't get to touch yourself, " he hissed with a smirk. "An incubus can feed without feeling good, so you don't need to feel pleasure until I get what I want, " he growled.

The demon's tail coils around Bill's leg. His hips are moving back and forth into the wood floor like he was riding a dildo. He moans louder and squirms under Bill's grip. His mouth doesn't stop.

Bill pushes him back. Cumming on his face. The demon opens his mouth to watch the stray streams that shoot out at his face.

Bill is breathing hard, a first still full of chocolate hair. He is staring down at the demon, who lost himself in the lust. "I think we found your kink, Master, " the demon moans. "Want to find more?"

Bill slides on his sweatpants and gets up from the couch. He walks to his bedroom door before speaking; "Go to sleep, " he said, slamming the door behind him.

The demon, Dipper, his name, though Bill refused to speak it? licked the sperm off his face with his long tongue. He ran his fingers over his face and swiped off the leftovers into his mouth. Not a single drop wasted.

Dipper looked at his master's bedroom door. He stares at it blackly before getting up from his kneeling position. As silent as air, Dipper walks over to Bill's door. The human is fast asleep on the other side.

He turns the knob and enters. He crawled close to his sleeping master; snuggling into him before finally sleeping.

----

"Want me to just kill them?" the demon asked. He sat next to Bill. So close that their knees were touching. He looked around the classroom, drinking in every sight and smell. I've never been to a college before, " he whispered in awe. "Despite what horror movies will have you believe."

Bill hummed, writing down notes to the lecture. "I need to study. Shut up."

The demon leaned in on his hand. His eyes are hungry. "Why don't I lean down and suck your dick again?"

"Not now, " he muttered.

"No one will notice."

"You are disguised as a human. People will notice," he said.

Dipper is dressed in a dark blue hoodie and black leggings. He has a baseball cap on and toms. He did look very human to the naked eye. Dipper leaned closer until their shoulders were touching. He's smirking. "Maybe I want them to see," he teased.

"Oh?" Bill raised a brow to him.

Dipper clasped around Bill's right arm, making it hard for his hand to stay steady as he wrote. "You know what I think?" he mockingly asked. "I think you want them to watch, " he whispered close to Bill's ear. Bill shivered. "I think you want to bend me over the professors' desk and fuck me in front of all these people. Calling me so many mean names, " he whispered.

"Fuck off, " Bill spat. Dipper did so obediently. In do time, he will make Bill into a different man.

Dipper sat back and relaxed. His eye caught on certain students that Bill described in his angry rants when he would show up back at the dorm room with bruises and blood from his mouth or nose. One time, Bill was covered in the toilet wall and stabbed in the shoulder.

He would make swift work of them so that Bill can focus on pleasuring Dipper so he could go home faster.

The bell rung, and Dipper followed Bill to a Subway like a lost puppy dog. He kept a close eye on the people that seemed to hate Bill.

"Pick something, " Bill said. "I'm paying."

Dipper chose a bacon and cheese panini with chips and sprite. His face lit up as he is vented to Bill about how good this strange sandwich was. His face twisted when he tasted salt and vinegar chips, learning what vinegar really was. He shivered and face crushed at the tastes but he wanted more. The sprite was delicious and nothing like he ever tasted. Dipper begged for more and ending up forcing more.

It was strangely adorable.

"I still need to suck your dick," Dipper said casually after lunch after Bill refused to buy him thirds. "Human food is delicious and all, but I'll still die without your energy."

Bill sighed," fine," he said, begrudgingly. "Come with me."

Bill lead Dipper to the bathroom stall where he leaned against a stall and let the sex demon suck him off. Bill pulled at Dipper's hair and pushed his head onto his cock so that he was deep throating him. Bill whispered ugly words to Dipper, getting the sex demon all riled up and wanting more.

"Fuck my throat, Bill, " Dipper begged once he had time to breathe. He knew that people were outside, and he intends for them to find out so he can ruin them for his master.

Bill was getting into it. "You like not breathing?" He smirked down at Dipper. Dipper nodded best he could with a dick between his cheeks. Bill laughed, dark and low, " maybe I should just choke you next time?"

Dipper was making progress. Perk about being an incubus, he can bring out any wish and any fantasies Bill may have. He was having so much fun doing it.

Dipper was the first to step out of the bathroom stall. He made eye contact with two guys at the urinal. Their faces are red and shoulders tense as Dipper washed his hands. "You doing something sort of service of something?" One of the men asked. The other left.

A wise choice, Dipper thought.

This Daniel character's eyes are hungry. Doesn't matter if he's straight or not, sex demons throw the doors open when it comes to desire.

Dipper still had semen in his mouth, and he thought it is funny if he just spat it at one of them. "Take a picture, you can jerk off to it later," he said with a smirk. He was taken aback and flustered by Dipper's words. He continues: "Or with the right price, I can suck you off too?" He cupped his hands under the water and scooped it into his mouth and spits it out into the sink.

He didn't want to smell like sex despite he's sexually active behaviour. Sex is great; fucking great. Smelling like sex isn't so ideal.

Bill opened the stall and walked out like he didn't see the two of them. But they all knew Bill was just sucked off by Dipper. Dipper skipped by the other male and clung to Bill's arm. "Hey, wait for me." He smiled boldly.

Bill tried to shake him off. "Get off me," he sighs.

Dipper's eye looks back at the guy, one of a few people Bill wants gone. Dipper also noticed—he's hard.

----

Dipper laid back on the bed, reading a porn magazine that humans are interested in nowadays. "You like bondage?" the demon asked.

Bill grunts, still doing his homework. He didn't look at Dipper all the time that night. It was getting annoying.

"You like, " he flipped through the pages, " lingerie?" Bill doesn't answer. " BDSM?" Bill still doesn't answer. The demon looks back at him, annoyed. "I can get into both, " he said, storing his flipping through pages.

Dipper crawled over to the end of the bed. He throws off the oversized t-shirt Bill gave him. Dipper took his demon form, horns and tail and all. Bill still didn't look. Dipper tried something else. He morphed his body into one of a woman's. Breasts and birthing hips and his male genitals replaced with a pussy. He looked very similar to his sister.

He: now a she, crawls onto his lap. Bill finally paid attention to her once in his lap. "What do you want?" He asked the demon. He leans back in his chair, looking up at the demon.

The sex demon pouts. "Do you prefer long hair?" she asked as her hair grows. "Blondes?" Her hair turned blonde. "Are the breasts too small?"

The human male sighs. Bill picked her up by the hips and throws her onto the bed. He goes back to work. "Get off me."

"What the fuck?!" She turns back into a he.

"Can't you go a few hours without wanting a quickie? I need to work! I don't have time to humour you!" Bill yelled.

The demon growls," well maybe if you just fuck me already I wouldn't be so God damn hungry all the time and need to feed every few hours!"

Bill turned around in his chair, "then find someone else."

Dipper threw a shirt at Bill and stormed out. Fine! I will! was all Bill heard from the demon as the door slammed behind him. He went back to studying. He let the weight in his chest settle.

I don't like this feeling, Bil thought to himself.

----

Dipper took a shot and slams the small shot glass on the bar island. He sighs, ruffling his hair before taking another shot. He raised another to his lips. "Hold on sweety, " an older woman said, stopping Dipper from taking another shot. "You've taken six straight shots, take it easy."

Dipper looked at her before downing it. " It's all too weak, " he said. "I'm not even tipsy. I asked for the strong stuff," he growled to himself. He missed hell. Where one glass of rum or moonshine could knock him on his ass.

The woman laughed, taking a swig of her beer. "Did someone break your heart or something?" Dipper rolled his eyes but nodded.

Dipper rolls his eyes.  "Yeah, something like that." He downs another.

The woman rubbed his back, and the advice she was giving was really wise. Soon they started getting to know one another. They started talking about family: her husband and kids, Dipper mentioned his twin sister. He felt like he made a friend.

Dipper made his way to the dance floor after his new friend left for home. He let the music booms and Dipper only moved his body—he doesn't think. Soon he's pressed up a girl, sucking her face and pressing her up against the wall. At another moment, he's having bathroom sex with a guy in his female form—moaning like a whore as she feeds off the human desire. At the end of the night, he's in his male form fucking up into another twink of a boy. He's stuffed as he walks to the dorms.

On his way home, he meets the man he saw in the bathroom. Dipper can't help but smile to himself as he walked towards him.

----

"Daniel isn't here?" Bill mutters. His pen taps against a note pad where all his enemy's names are written down.

Dipper leads into his hand, looking down at the paper. "Would you be mad if I got rid of him?"

Suddenly, the police show up to the lecture. They start questioning people about the murder of Daniel McCarr. Bill looked down at the paper and crossed off the name from his list. His hand combs through Dipper's brown curly hair.

Dipper practically stiffened to the foreign signs of affection from Bill but warmed into it. His head rested on Bill's shoulder, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the reward. Light touches of affection are also a good snack, but also pleasant to be on the receiving end on.

"You deserve a reward," he whispered. He already knew it was Dipper that killed him. Dipper smiled to himself and didn't say anything, so he wouldn't ruin the moment. "Do you think you could do it again?" He asked the demon. Dipper nodded.

----

On the way back to the dorm, Dipper saw first hand why Bill wanted to get rid of the people that seem the bother him so much. Bill was beaten against a brick wall and bloody. Dipper stood in shock, he's held back by another person and could only watch in what Dipper could only describe as awe as Bill fights back.

But there's like six of them, seven if you count the one holding Dipper, and he does. That means Bill had been fighting back eight people before. This wasn't some petty revenge that Dipper thought he was doing.

"We know you did it, Bill, you fucking killed him, Bill." He slammed his fist into Bill's face. "Fucking tell them you did it, dip-shit, " he growled.

"Fucking make me, " he hissed. He kicked the guy in the leg. The guy pulled back his fist once more, Luckily, before he could strike, someone yelled.

"The police are coming!" They ran away as a cop car rounds the corner.

Dipper helped Bill to stand, only to have him shoved away. "Don't touch me, " he spat. Bill stormed off, with the demon hot in his heels.

"I can get rid of them," Dipper said, trying to catch up. He held tightly onto Bill's sleeve, "just tell me what you want and I can get rid of anyone you want."

"If you're so despite for me to sleep with you, you best make good on what you're begging for." Bill tried to shake Dipper off.

"What stick's up your ass!?" Dipper asked. "Stop, let me clean the blood off—"

"Will you just stop!" Bill came to a stop. "What the fuck do you want?"

Dippers nostrils flair; his face twists with anger. "I'm trying to fucking please you! You summoned me here and feed me, though sometimes you fucking starve me! The least I can do is do what you need me too!" Dipper yelled. "Maybe you wanted a fucking sex demon! Huh? You fucking pervert!" Dipper snarled. "I didn't want to say it before because I thought you didn't want to tell me, but know I sure that you subconsciously wanted someone to love you because clearly, you have some relationship problems with a parent, a spouse, people in general?! You wanted someone to love you!"

Bill shoved Dipper to the ground. "Get lost."

"Can't," Dipper spat back. "You're fucking stuck with me forever," he snarled. "Because you subconsciously summoned a fucking sex demon because you're lonely!"

----

Dipper still got his reward. Pinned down onto the bed and screaming into the cloth used as a gag. His wrists are bound to the bedpost above his head, Bill's fingers dig into his thighs—legs spread apart as he fucked him.

The bed creaks. People in the other dorms could definitely hear them. Bill holds back his moans by biting down on his lower lip. He looked like he was in so much pain. Dipper wanted to kiss him, make the pain go away.

Bill leaned down the bit into Dipper's shoulder, making Dipper's back arch in pleasure. He moans loudly into the gag.

He is a sadist, Dipper thought.

He ate well that night. And got Bill to open up to him a little. Just a little, at least about his sexual desires.

----

Dipper sat on Bill's lap, looking at Bill's phone. His messages to his father and mother look like their filled with bitterness and threats. "You do have daddy issues, " he muttered. There is talk about getting his shit together, and how if he keeps his grades up, maybe he could get the company, and that he should show more respect. "And mommy issues." She asked about an upcoming dinner, and if he had a girlfriend yet.

Bill took his phone back, " I said you could play games, not look through my shit, " he said.

"Can I come to dinner?" He asked. Bill didn't answer. "I could pretend to be your girlfriend," he said mockingly, hinting at the fact he could change sex.

"I'm not going," Bill said. He made a move to get up, but Dipper flopped around and pinned him to the couch.

"Why?" He asked. "You have good grades," he listed. Dipper shifted until he turned into a woman," a smocking hot girlfriend," she giggled," and my grades aren't too shabby if I do say so myself, " she said. "Is it money?  I can bullshit my way into getting money?" she said.

He shook his head, "no, " he said. "They barely give me enough money to live, " he said, why do you think I live in a shitty dorm?" he asked. Bill sighed. "Wouldn't it be pointless?" Bill asked. "Not like you're gonna stick around after," he said.

" I can, " she said.

"What about your sister?" Bill asked.

"Once the job is done, and is I feel like staying, I can go back and forth whenever I want, " the demon chirped happily. She slides closer until she's lazily hanging off his body in a hug.

"That's not what you made it sound like before, " Bill said.

The demon hums, nodding her head, " that's because I hated being around you. Now it's not so bad."

Bill strokes Dipper's hair, who is still a woman at the moment. "Is this what your sister looks like?" He asked.

The demon looks up at him with a smile and arched eyebrow. "You trying to replace me?" She laughs. "Yeah sorta. Long hair, rosy cheeks—you'd be getting an upgrade if you want her," she joked.

Bill rubbed Dipper's back. "No, no, you're fine," he spoke softly. "I like you."

"They also expect children, right?" The demon asked.

"Yes," Bill said.

"That's fine," Dipper said. "I can manage that."

Bill rolled his eyes. "You don't have to go that far," he said. "They wouldn't have those high of hopes of me."

The demon chose to turn back into his male version of himself. "Hey," Dipper said. "What if I want kids," Dipper challenges. "I'm very fertile." He licked his lips and smirked at Bill.

"Do you even have a gender?" Bill asked.

"I'm a boy, " the demon said, " well, born as a boy. So it's more comfortable to be a boy. But to seduce people, I can become a girl, womb and all," she bragged," which I'm fine with. Do you know how funny it is to willing transform back and forth in front of people with gender dysphoria? The reaction is priceless!" He laughed.

Bill lightly smacked him upside the head. "Don't be like that. That's mean,"

Dipper rolled his eyes," common, I was born in hell. I'm a fucking demon. Of course, I find that shit funny." He said. "Plus you're the one that wants me to murder people, sicko." Bill couldn't say he was wrong. "You have no say in what I find funny." He went up to kiss Bill, and Bill let him until he started undressing Bill.

He pushed Dipper away," not now," he sighed. He still let the demon sit on his lap as he did homework on his laptop.

"Fine," Dipper pouts, going back. To play games on Bill's phone.

----

"They all died too quick, " Dipper said, looking at the news of the young men he murdered the night before. "Didn't even last one round." He pointed to a picture of a young man with brown hair and hazel eyes and growled. "That one took fucking forever to get him to fuck me, " he said. "Do you what kinky shit I had to do to get him to fuck me.after his friends where killed?!"

"I don't want to know, " Bill said, getting ready for the dinner with his parents. "You getting ready?"

"In a bit," he said.

"You sucked out their souls, " Bill said. He tightens his tie, looking at the screen. "They look like dry skeletons."

"Weren't even tasty," Dipper complained. "But I'm full for the next two months or so."

Bill ruffled Dipper's hair, he leads down and kissed his head. "That's good."

Dipper looked up at Bill. He reached up and pulled him down by the tie to kiss him. "Can we still have sex tonight?"

Bill chuckled touching his forehead to Dipper's," fine," he whispers.

----

The news plays about the murder of seven young adults that went to the college that Bill goes too. It was like their organs and blood was sucked out of their bodies. They reframed from showing the bodies as much as possible but when they did, Dipper smiled at his handy work.

"You did a number on them, " Bill said, admiring the demon's handle work on the screen. He looked down at the demon sitting on the couch. There was a strange look on the demon's face. He smiled but he didn't look satisfied.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Dipper shrugged. "The jobs' not done, " he said barely above the whisper.

Bill gave Dipper a strange look. He ruffled Dipper's brown curly hair and placed a kiss down on his head. "You gonna get ready soon? he asked.

Dipper had a blank stare on his face. He barely nods, " yeah, " he murmured.

"Hey, " Bill said, moving to kneel in front of Dipper. He clasped his hands. "What's wrong, " he didn't ask.

"Let's just get ready, " he said. Before he could stand, Bill, placed his hands on top of Dipper's knees and forced him down.

"They can wait, " he whispered.

Dipper shivered. He hung his head as he cried. "I don't know, " he whispered. "I don't know what's gotten into me."

Bill cupped the back of Dipper's head and pushed his head into his chest. He kissed him. Bill's friends call him a demisexual. He doesn't like to state it because that doesn't make sense. A lot of people need a long bond and trust to fall in love. He might be one, but he wouldn't say it. He doesn't need the label.

Dipper found it a pain in the ass because it was hard for him to sleep with him. Now all Bill wanted to do was kiss and hold Dipper. Dipper couldn't get enough of the touching, especially since, well, he can't get enough of it. Never enough.

"That's okay, " he whispered. "We can figure it out."

"Damn it!" Dipper wiped his teary eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Bill nods. "We'll figure it out." Dipper nods.

----

After the demon's freak out, he transformed into a woman with long hair. Her hips are wide and breast a nice size that Dipper had to joke about it. She wore a black dress that was just like enough to not be considered slutty. Parents don't like a slutty girlfriend. She puts on make-up and beige heels.

Bill's parents sent a limo which shocked the demon. "You got to be fucking kidding me?" she said.

"What?"

"You didn't tell me your parents are fricking loaded!?" she yelled in a whisper.

That's cute, Bill thought, watching the sex demon happily freak out about the long black car.

"I told you m ups rents don't give me money," he said. "My parents run a business. What did you think they did?"

The demon ignored Bill's words. "This is amazing!" the demon said excitedly as the road in the car. "I love this!"

They drove up to the manner. It was a slow ride up to the home of Bill's parents' house. There were champagne and crystal wine glasses and a tv. They sat and laughed at jokes and watch the tv.

Once at the house, they met the parents, and to Dipper's surprise, siblings. Five siblings to be exact. Two older brothers, a younger brother and sister.

"Middle child, aye?" the demon joked with Bill. Bill too, didn't seem to know that his siblings would be here. He seemed a little less confident with them around.

The incubus, transformed as a woman, introduced herself as Marcy because her birth man is Mason, and that would be quite strange of a name for a girl.

"What a lovely name, " the mother said, shaking her hand. The father seemed cold, just like a block of ice towards her and Bill.

The dinner was strangely cool, with heavy air in the room even with all the talking and laughing and warm food. The demon looked around the room picking bits and pieces from the sort of characters she had to deal with and impress in a few hours.

Bill became stiff and cold. The situation is very tense. Once dinner is over, they made their way to the lounge to talk more about their lives.

Dipper, under the name of Marcy, finally got Bill away from his family to make sure he's okay.

"I'm fine," he said softly.

"We can go. It can be my fault—say I'm sick," she said.

He shook his head. "Really," he whispered," I'm fine. Let's just go get this over with."

They made their way back and talked about school. The demon spun a story about his she was homeschooled because she was just that smart of a kid. That she applied for a college because she needed to get some outside education in a higher place.

They seemed to buy it well enough, though she got did get scold for being homeschooled. It made the demon want to laugh. She humbly bragged about her high grades and hopes for a high position in marketing. Though, it was a lie. The demon didn't even have plans in ever working. But maybe, if the demon desired to stay.

Dipper did want to stay.

"You know, Washington here got another award in his field of work. A scientist," the mother bragged.

Dipper wanted to laugh. Who the hell names their child Washington? She laughed to herself.

"What a lovely name. You must be very proud," she said with a forced smile.

"My brother is always a star," Bill said, taking a sip of wine.

"What have you accomplished, Bill?" the father grumbles in a low voice.

Bill stiffened and face twisted with a strange worry. "Straight A's," his voice sounds robotic. He took a swig of wine.

The father humphs," you're brothers got A+'s," he said. "I need you to do better if you want the company."

Dipper watched Bill look almost as cold as he did the day he summoned him. Dipper hated that face—hated who that face used to belong to.

The second oldest son ruffled Bill's hair," no sweat dude, I can help you study," he joked.

"What a wonderful idea, Scott," his mother chimes in happily.

"I don't need it," he spat. He brushed his brother's hand away.

The room seemed to fall quiet when Bill spoke, which was fascinating to Dipper. "You're doing fine," she said, leaning on his shoulders. She kissed his cheek.

"You didn't come to my piano consort, Bill," the sister said. "Or my violin consort," she said.

"I wasn't notified that there was any sort of consorts I had to attend," Bill said. His cold ice blue eyes shift over to his father and mother, who seem unfazed.

His mother huffed. "Well maybe if you called more—"

"I'm busy," he snapped. "You could text me."

"You play the violin? And the piano?" Dipper chimed in before anyone could say anything. "How fun, I can play a few instruments myself."

"I didn't know that," Bill said. He swung an arm around her. "Why haven't you told me this before?" He smiled at her.

The demon shrugged," I'm always at your place. You don't get to see my playing."

"Why don't you play for us?" The mother said happily.

The demon played a small piece from Mozart and when the ask for more, she moved to the violin and guitar.

"I think I made a good impression," Dipper smiled at him.

That night, they slept over at the house in a guest room. "What happened to your room?" Dipper asked, settling on the bed as Bill locked the door.

"They changed it into the music room my sister loves so much," he said passingly. "changed it as soon as they sent me to private school. I haven't had a room since I was 11."

"What?" the demon said. "That's—" she couldn't even finish her words.

"No big deal," Bill said. He slowly walked over to the bed—loosening his collar. "All my things have been either sold or packed away," he said. "My choice, " he said. "But that music thing to pulled out—that was amazing, " he said.

Dipper slid closer, " like my playing do you?" He asked. "I can play a lot more if that's what your thinking." Bills nods, laughing, Dipper hummed. "Got your own place picked out?" Dipper asked, changed back into his male form. He unzipped the dress and laid back on the large bed.

"Yeah," he said. Bill crawled onto the bed and laid down next to him. "Nice large apartment that's all mine once a graduate."

Dipper turned over and smiled. "Got enough room for me?" Dipper asked.

Bill kissed his cheek. "of course, " he whispered. "I love you, " he finally said.

Dipper's cheeks turned pink and shot up like a rocket. His heart was pounding hard in his chest—so loud that he could hear it in his head. "You mean it?" He asked.

Bill didn't stop smiling. "Yeah, I love you," he said.

His face got hotter and he could nearly breathe. He jumped Bill, straddling his hips. "What do you want tonight? He asked, looking over him, kissing him. "Anything you want—anything at all." He kissed Bill more.

Bill kissed him back, cupping his hips and bucking his hips up into Dipper. "What's gotten into you?" He asked in a laugh. "So full of emotions."

Dipper shot up, face still red. "I don't know," he said. "I've heard of something like this happening before, but I didn't think it was true," Dipper whispered.

"What's true?" He asked, kissing Dipper again.

"I love you," Dipper said. "I fucking love you, " he said sloppily into the kiss.

Bill laughed, "What's true?" he asked.

"There are symptoms that sex demons get when they fall in love and I think I've gone through every single one except one—which might be coming now," he murmurs.

"Oh yeah? What's the last one until your mine?" He asked.

"You're going to laugh," Dipper said.

Bill shook his head," Maybe I will," he laughed.

Dipper touches his forehead to Bill's, "See?" he said, " you are laughing."

"I'm sorry, go on."

Dipper sighed. "Baby fever," he said. Bill started laughing. "See! It's so dumb! You're laughing!" he said defensively. His face was red with embarrassment.

"Yeah, totally dumb, " he laughed, kissing Dipper's head. "But it's cute, " he said softly.

"Oh my God. I have baby fever, " his voice is muffled from hiding his face into Bill's chest. He groans into Bills' chest, refusing to even look up from his embarrassment. Bill laughs, holding his close as he kissed Dipper's hair. He rocked him back and forth in his arms and hums gently to calm the demon.

There was a knock at the door. "Fuck," Dipper whispers, changing back into a woman. She wrapped the blankets because she wasn't wearing clothes.

"Come in, " Bill called.

Bill's mother opens the door. She peeks her head out from the door. He face went red upon seeing the demon naked—wrapped up in sheets. "Oh my," she said. "I brought you cookies," she said. She placed them by the door," I'll...just leave them here," she said before leaving.

They stayed quiet for a moment. Dipper, now thinking she's going to be keeping the name Marcy as a woman, looked at Bill, who's undressing himself to get comfortable. She leans on a hand," want to guck me in this form?" she asked flatly.

Bill went red, turning to look at her in shock. "We're at my parents' place, " he said.

"So...scream louder?" she asked with a raised brow. "Oh common? We've never had sex in this form! I want to."

Bill sighed but called forward with a smile. "So needy."

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Dipper started at the diploma up on the wall of the new apartment. "Looks crocked, " he said. Bill had his arms around Dipper's slim waist, looking over his shoulder. He's in sweatpants and a white T-shirt with a red flannel thrown over his shoulders.

He's comfortable, so he lazily lets his tail seeing back and forth in announce as he looks at the crooked frame. His horns curl at the side of his head, making his fluffy hair curl around the horns. It's comfortable.

"It's not, your eyes are just bad," he said.

Dipper rolled his eyes. "Bill, I'm a demon—that's mystical, magical—whatever—all that bullshit. My eyes don't go bad unless another demon fucking blinds me."

Bill kissed his cheek, "You're too cute," he said. His hand slid down Dipper's front. His hands slid into his waist band—into his pants.

Dipper laughs, throwing his head back into Bill's shoulder. "What are you doing?" he asked. His smile is wide and cheeky.

The fingers curl into his front entrance. Dipper is about to crack a joke but moans instead. His hands hold Bill's arms as they plead further into him, fingering him open. Not to flex, but Dipper wanted to try walking around with a pussy in his male form for frenzies. "Fuck," Dipper whispered. "Bill there's a baby inside of me—stop." He whines.

Yeah. That's also a reason. He could totally get rid of his lower area, but it would be too much work and energy to make sure their is a womb constantly inside him. That or he could stay as a girl—but that's not fun, and he only does that when Bill's parents are around or when the bump will start to appear.

Bill kissed the back of his neck. He smiled into Dipper's nip. "Looks who's being grumpy now," he chuckled softly.

"The old man across the downstairs that tells us to keep it down because our vents are connected?"

Bill curls his fingers into Dipper, making the demon fold in half—hands on the wall. "Smart ass," Bill said.

"Just fuck me," Dipper begged.

Bill smirked," no sassy comeback? Nothing from that cute mouth of yours?" He asked mockingly.

"I'm too horny, " Dipper sighed, feeling the fingers curl and push against his womb. "Fuck—" he gasped. "Harder!"

"Whore, " Bill whispers. He pulls down Dipper's pants.

Dipper nods, "yeah, " he whines with a shaky breath. "Yes, yes, we go over this every time—" he gasped. "I'm a whore, a good whore. Please, " he begs. "Please fuck me more."

Bill kisses his cheek, " okay, " he said. His dick slid in with ease. He lifts Dipper's leg, getting a better angle.

Dipper gasps, his eyes are wide and watery. His mouth is open wide, his tiny fangs popping out—drooling. "Fuck yes! He screams. "Bill! Bill, I fucking love you!" he screams. His tail curls around Bill's leg. "Fuck! Harder!"

Bill kisses him on the mouth to shut him up. "Yeah, " he sighs, " I love you too, " he whispered.

"Bill!" Dipper whines. Bill comes inside Dipper but doesn't pull out until he jacks the incubus off.

"Good?" Bill asked.

Dipper nods sleepily. "I want more, " he said.

Bill laughs softly. He carries the sleepy demon to bed and covered him in the bedsheets. "Yeah, in a little while." He kissed Dipper's head.

" It's still crooked, " Dipper slurs before falling to sleep.

Bill pulled the blanket one himself as he curled into Dipper. He wraps his arms around the demon as he's about to fall asleep. "We'll fix it in the morning."

---THE END---

(Well that was fun. Hope you liked it. Bye-bye for now. Got to get back to AO3 before my other readers catch on to my dark and mysterious past of Wattpad. Also, it would be nice to get requests again. Byeeeee)