guilty pleasure

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Dipper POV

As soon as I had stepped inside my own bedroom and the elves had disappeared in the walls (seems like there is even more secret passages around here), Bill stormed into my room.

I held the knife tightly even though Bill couldn't see it because my shirt was covering it.

"B-Bill?" I looked at him and tried reading his expression. He looked angry, but his face softened slightly when he saw me.

3rd Person POV

As soon as the demon had arrived home, he was exhausted. Perhaps it was his own fault to attract so much attention to himself.

He had promised himself to keep a low profile the moment he decided to make an appearance in the small town.

Though he had to admit that even if he had tried to keep a low profile amongst the town folk, his efforts would've gone to waste.

He did bring a whole mansion with him when he arrived and had used the fact he was all-knowing to prove that he was intelligent too. 

And naturally when people see a rich, smart and quite attractive man in their otherwise boring and peaceful town, they would be interested.

That was also how Bill had spent his whole day. The few other noblemen who lived in town wanted to speak to him, ask him questions and then there was all the girls that were head over heels for the demon.

Bill personally hated every single one of the people in town and always found himself wondering why he just didn't burn this place to the ground.

And that was also when he would always remember Dipper. Bill had lately been feeling... weird stuff towards Dipper.

The human was attractive and cute and Bill was sure he was attracted to the brunette physically, but sometimes it just seemed that Bill felt a bit more than physical attraction towards Dipper.

Perhaps it was the way Dipper would laugh out loud when reading a book or maybe the way Dipper's eyes would lit up whenever Bill allowed him to go outside of the mansion.

Every time Bill was with Dipper he felt relieved. Like the weight of being a demon pretending to be a human was lifted of his shoulders, and whenever Dipper would as much as just be in the same room as Bill, the demon would feel a sudden feeling of... happiness(?).

And as soon as Bill entered the mansion, the only thing he wanted was to be in Dipper's company. He didn't know why and didn't even think much about it as he heard the brunette's steps going towards his bedroom.

Bill rushed towards where he knew Dipper's bedroom was and swung the doors open.

"B-Bill?" Dipper seemed startled.

Bill didn't answer as he just pulled Dipper towards the bed and sat the brunette on his lap.

He started kissing and sucking on Dipper's neck while Dipper was panicking. He couldn't do this with Bill right now, the knife was still on his belt!

And if their positions change even slightly Bill would feel or see the dagger.

"W-Wait." Dipper said and pulled away slightly. "Can't we do this l-later?"

Bill tilted his head at Dipper. He was surprised the brunette didn't reject this act, but instead offered to do it later.

"Why?" Bill decided to ask.

"B-Because um..." Dipper thought for a second. "I-I'm still sore. It hurts."

"But it is your fault for disobeying me and getting punished." Bill spoke in a monotone voice.