Once more Dipper awoke for real as he gazed around the room. Thankfully, there was no Mabel around. It was just him and–

    "Bill! Get your ass out of my bed!" Dipper bellowed at the man who encased him in a warm embrace.

Slowly Bill opened his eye softly and yawned. "Why..?"

Dipper growled and loosened up. He didn't even bother to escape Bill. He laid there like a limp,  homeless person.

    "Well then, good morning," Bill suddenly whispered warmly into his ear, grinning wickedly.

Dipper hugged a pillow close to his chest and blushed. Sweat rolled down from his hair as he dug his face away from eyesight.

Bill caressed Dipper's thigh and kissed his ear, seducing Dipper all over again.

Please be a dream, PLEASE BE A DREAM! Dipper pinched himself by the arm...and nothing happened. He didn't wake up a fourth time. He didn't feel as if he was caged in a nightmare. The nightmare was real.

    "Shit..," he muttered and shuddered. He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered. A set of teeth dug softly into his neck as a hand trailed under his shirt as the fingers caressed his soft skin. He blushed, a real erection pummelling his boxers.

    "How about a little morning greeting for my...pal?" Bill purred and pinched a nipple while Dipper moaned softly.

Bill groped his erection against Dipper's rear with a moan of his own. Dipper aggressively bit his lip and gagged over another moan that fought it's way through his tongue. The dream demon trailed one of his gloved hands down to the fly and button of Dipper's jeans. His fingers fiddled their way to unzip and unbutton his pants.

Dipper whimpered while his body forcefully obliged. His rear returned the friction against Bill as they both moaned.

    "Hm," moaned Bill. "I appreciate how much you oblige to me..." He ground his erection harder behind Dipper as he panted and blushed, heat soaking his body.

    "Aah," Dipper groaned and bit the pillow. "Hmm...Yes Bill...Don't stop..." Dipper had spilled out more unwanted words.

Bill smirked and slipped the boy's undone jeans down to his knee level. He grinded his bulge harder against the younger man as he blushed and moaned again.

    "Say my name one more time, Pines..," he whispered and grinded more roughly.

Dipper eagerly moaned. "Bill...," he said and blushed, cringing against the roughening friction.

Bill grinned and slid his own pants off,  the bulge bigger as it dug into the fabric. He straddled a leg over Dipper's while he kissed Dipper's shoulder and trailed up his neck. "So, Pine Tree," he mumbled huskily. "What would you want me to do, hm?"

Dipper badly didn't want to answer his only question. But with fake love rounding their way, he just wanted this to end. "F-Fuck me..," he answered shamefully.

Bill rolled on all fours and toppled Dipper, smirking sweetly at him. He fervently planted a hungry kiss against his lips as he sucked tenderly on his lower lip. Dipper squeaked out a moan and kissed back with no other agreeable choice. He allowed Bill's greedy tongue to ravel around his as he moaned into the kiss, shyly enjoying how Bill locked his lips around his.

    "Are you sure?" Bill asked once he pulled away. He tugged at the lace of Dipper's boxers.

Dipper whimpered and shut his eyes tighter, his lips quivering to say yes. "... Yes..."

Bill grinned and greedily tugged Dipper's hips down closer to him. He cupped Dipper's ass and kissed his collar bone. Soon he slipped his own underwear off while his length stiffened. Dipper blushed more when he gazed down at Bill's member while he felt fingers playing with his own boxers. Hands pulled down his leg as his pants and underwear kicked off onto the floor.

    "B-But Bill...what if my sister...?"

    "Relax, my little Pine Tree...the doors and windows are sealed shut..."

Bill lovingly held Dipper close and then gently plunged himself into Dipper while he grunted at how unexperianced and tight Dipper's hole was. Both men cringed and then moaned as Bill rolled his hips around,  thrusting fast but soft. Dipper forcefully twisted his hips in sync with the demon as Bill began to thrust faster.

    "Ah...fuck yes...keep going–!" Dipper squeaked and held onto Bill tightly.

Bill smirked tiredly and thrusted harder and more quicker this time. With each thrust Dipper moaned, regretting every move he made. With every sweet grunt and tease from Bill, Dipper fought aggressively with his conscience. Finally, he came as he panted, waves of heat pulling away. And then Bill sprung his leak as white liquid stained the beige colored mattress. Dipper's thighs were glazed with cum as Bill pulled out carefully and slammed beside Dipper. He wiped away the semen from themselves as Dipper began to cry under the blankets.

...What am I doing?