Dipper woke up to a warm arm straddling his hips. He looked over his shoulder sleepily and realized Milo was happily sleeping with him. He couldn't help but smile and kiss the man's forehead. Milo gave a pleased groan and woke up immediately.

50 percent, Milo's mind stirred impressively and smirked. He kissed Dipper softly and realized Dipper's love rate was escalating pretty quickly. "I love you," Milo said and now Dipper was at the love level of 60 percent.

    "I love you," Dipper said back and smiled charmingly. He stretched gently and was suddenly pinned to his back with Milo looking down on him hungrily.

    "I love you...more." Milo kissed the boy's collar bone and gripped his shirt, pulling it down to kiss his chest. Dipper blushed and gripped Milo's hair gently.

With a snap of his fingers Milo watched a tear split open above him where Dipper wouldn't be able to spot it. From the other side Bill was watching with horror. Bill widened his eye and yelled hopelessly into the hole, but all that came out was silence. Milo exchanged his reaction with a smirk and kissed Dipper's neck. Bill steamed and turned red.

    "Hmm, Milo," grumbled Dipper. "Maybe later...not n-now- ah!" Milo licked his neck and sucked on his lower lips tenderly.

    "Awe, please?" Milo begged into a whisper and kissed his cheek. Dipper blushed and sighed softly. nodding. With a pleased grin Milo had Dipper all to himself.

    "GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU- AH!" Bill pummeled against the bars where pain pierced into his jaw. He held his chin and saw blood bleeding out from his nose.

Milo showered loving kisses along Dipper's bare body until hands were kneading at his own. He allowed the shirtless boy to tug his shirt off until Milo kissed down to his stomach. Dipper squeaked and gasped during the adorable affection. Once Milo reached to the fly of his jeans he flinched a little while he sighed and relaxed. He appreciated the gentle touches Milo gave.

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    "Wake up, Bill."

Bill slowly opened his eye and looked out to a blur in front of him. Once his vision cleared he saw a tinge of glowing blue. "Fuck you...," he drawled rakishly. "You stupid Mill Decipher person..."

Milo grinned and knelt down on one knee, gripping Bill's chin firmly. He leaned his lips over and let his warm steady breath bounce off Bill's mouth. He felt the shaky breath that met his lips. He grinned more. "I get to do whatever I want, because I'm your warden." He kissed Bill's chin flirtatiously. "And guess what? It's your turn to play with me..." He palmed in between his legs. Bill moaned softly and bit his lip, allowing his teeth to dig in to let blood spill out.

    "Don't bite too hard, Cipher," Milo whispered and pushed Bill against the bars. Into the emptiness surrounding them Bill's hesitant moans and gasps echoed out.

    "You...are a freak...," Bill grunted and blushed. Because of the sexual contact he couldn't resist it. I bet this is how Dipper felt when I did this...

Milo grinned. "And it's all your fault that you lost him. You really are stupid, aren't you? Bad boy..." He licked the nape of Bill's neck and gripped his shoulder. He unclasped the short cape that dangled down his back and let it slide to the floor.

Bill stayed limp and free, not obliging at all. He briefly refused any request of entrance whenever Milo attempted to kiss him. Milo growled lowly and pulled away. "If you won't move along, then...I'll make you."

Milo firmly stood up and grabbed Bill's wrists, guiding his hands over his pants and shirt. Bill looked down and squeezed his eye shut, whimpering lowly as possible. I'm doing this...just to get it over with...

Milo glared. "This is all punishment. Just a reminder, I'll get to scold and roughly use you. So, prepare yourself you little prick." He knelt down and pinned Bill against the bars, gently rubbing his knee against Bill's crotch. He grabbed his wriggled wrists and spread them away from his head.

    "Hmn...ah...." Bill choked out prohibited moans and shut his mouth. His lips quivered shamefully while he lashed his head to the side.

Milo grinned and touched his chest against Bill's. "You can call me anything you want...but it won't earn you freedom from me..." He briefly kissed him and kissed his forehead. Slowly he leaned back and removed his knee from in between his thighs. He backed up onto a small throne that emerged from a portal. He sat loyally on it: one leg crossed over his other leg's knee, and one of elbows were propped on the arm of the throne. He placed his cheek on top of his hand. He ushered Bill over with a finger and smiled when Bill forcefully crawled over.

    "Mind letting me see the rest of you?" he offered lowly. "I've been studying the human body lately...and I've found interesting things..."

Bill whimpered and cursed under his breath before he took a deep breath and lifted his shirt off. What does this son of a bitch think he's doing? I'm typically the same as him, but a more powerful one! Doing this with your mere-self is...creepy...embarrassing...and-

    "Odd? Hm-hm...Don't forget, Bill...I also know what you'll say next. Not so powerful anymore, eh?" mused Milo with an amused huff. "I adore all the names you call me..." He broke off and grasped Bill's arm, pulling him down onto his lap. "But the more you speak...the more I harden..."

Bill shivered with disgust. "Shut up you mother-"

    "Hmm," Milo suddenly moaned. "I can't handle that echo in your voice..." He rubbed his hardening bulge against Bill's crotch. Bill choked out a moan and gripped the other's shoulders, pulling on his clothes. "Dear Cipher...it seems you want me to undress?"

Bill glared helplessly while tears edged from his eye. One rained down like a stream and fell down onto Milo's slouched stomach. "Why...are you...?"

    "Oh please, Bill," Milo suddenly said with irritation. "I think it's obvious. I'm certain that breaking two hearts in a row is more fun than breaking only one every year." He brushed Bill's golden hair back while it flopped forward again in the previous position. His angry frown changed to a gentle grin. He caressed Bill's cheek with his thumb. "But I wouldn't want to upset you..."

    "You're such a dirty little player," Bill accused. He gripped Milo's hair and pulled the highlighted ones. His hovering hat tipped over and landed slowly on the floor. With a chuckle Milo gazed flirtatiously at him.

    "Ow," said Milo sarcastically. "That hurts..." He grabbed Bill's hips and pulled his face close. He grazed his lips and another whimper spilled from Bill's voice box. "I won't move forward if you don't kiss me...the faster the more harmless it is; the slower the more painful it can be..."

Bill groaned in complaint and gently straddled Milo's waist. He made sure to please Milo as much as he hated it the most. The more pleasured the attacker would be, the more relieved Bill would get...He finally kissed Milo while he felt his wet tongue rub across his lip for an immediate entrance. Out of choices Bill opened his mouth while their tongues tangled and entwined in a sweet way. Milo quickly cupped their lips together and released to make a sound of sweet lips smacking.

    "Hmm," Milo moaned again and grounded upwards against Bill's crotch. "Whenever that sound occurs...it makes me eager. Try to avoid doing that, dear."

Bill made an offended expression. "You're the one who did that you fucking shit!" Milo tilted his head oddly at him.

    "Please don't cuss," offered Milo. He ran his gloved hands along the gentle, lightly-tanned skin. He gently grabbed Bill's wrist and ran his hand over his shirt. "Please touch me, too, Bill..."

Bill's lips quivered more. "I...uh...mng..." He shakily felt over Milo, hearing the man make a relaxed groan. He stopped abruptly and fiddled with the buttons of the tailcoat. He fiddled with his bow and undid it. He tossed the fabric to the floor and hesitantly kissed his lips softly.

    "Good boy..."