L̶o̶v̶e̶ Intrest of a Mortal

My King

Unbelievable heat had enveloped the castle over the course of the day resulting in the King's pet, as the nobles called him, training in the courtyard without his shirt. His body glistened with beaded sweat and occasionally pouring water over his head was only making the look even worse.

Furthermore, it was proving quite the distraction for the King, who, every time he looked out of his window, had to see the man he couldn't have look so tempting.

After his Pinetree had been released, all Bill could think about was tracking him down and dragging him back here. But, it was even stranger to one day wake up and find Dipper wandering the corridors and it not be a trick of the eyes.

Pinetree had stopped by to meet with a nobleman in Bill's court about hunting down a nymph for them. Dipper was staying the night before heading out tomorrow to meet with the team he'd be taking with him. 

Since arriving, Dipper had simply pretended that Bill didn't exist, even acting to see right through the King when called to. It drove him mad. Especially as Dipper was obviously choosing to train in the only courtyard visible from the throne room to make him suffer.

It was too much!

Bill tore his eyes away from the window and stood up, his court all going quiet and looking to their King.

"Leave. All of you! And someone send that damned researcher to my quarters. If he's not there by the time I am, I'll send you home to your mothers AS A HEAD IN A GIFT BASKET!"

They all scurry out and Bill takes time to breath, this whole time he'd been gripping the table and his knuckles ached.

Using his powers, Bill appeared in the centre of his room with a poof of gold smoke.

Sure enough, Dipper was stood- now fully and annoyingly dressed- in his room next to the desk.

Bill makes a B line for him, grabbing the man's wrists and pulling him close, "How dare you treat me like this. Forcing me to look at you like that, tempting me. You're playing a dangerous game, Pinetree." he hissed in a low voice close to the researcher's ear.

"I don't know what you mean, your highness." was the lamb like response he got, Dipper's voice had never sounded so innocent and compliant before- nor had Bill missed a voice so much which allowed him to ignore the oddity. All he wanted was Dipper to speak at all to him.

Bill let his head rest on Dipper's shoulder close to his neck breathing in the scent that drove him mad. How could one mortal man hold so much power over him?

"You put your shirt back on..." Bill grumbles, Dipper was never bashful before. Why now did he feel the need to get all dressed up to see him?.

"It's only right to be dressed before the King..." was the shushed response he achieved.

Bill pulled away, letting go of Dipper's wrists.

"Take it off."

The man before him gulped, blushing a bright red, "Excuse me..?" his voice didn't break a whisper.

Bill removed his own royal cloak and then his shirt, "It's hot. We don't want you over heating." He said simply, slowly collecting himself. He was in control here.

Dipper hesitates, but turns around and lifts the shirt over his head. It stuck to his skin in some places because of the water he'd poured over himself but after it was off he held it awkwardly in front of himself; half hiding his body.

Bill carefully pulls the cloth from Dipper's hands, who let it slip from his fingers, and tossed it across the room. Dipper's eyes followed it nervously, before looking back at the King. Their eyes locked.

"Do you know what it's like for me? All day I've had to watch you out there, just out of reach. But now," Bill takes a step closer to Dipper , who steps away and finds his back pressed to the cold stonewall, "You're no longer out of reach..." he whispers into Dipper's ear, running his hands up Dipper's sides.

With a gasp, Dipper bites his lip.

"Tell me." The king says, "Tell me not to touch you." Bill watches Dipper's face for any sign of him not wanting this to happen- the slightest hesitation.

Dipper shakes his head, timid eyes locked with Bill's lustful ones.

"Then tell me to touch you. Beg me to hold you. Command me to take you to the bed and send you to a land of pleasure."

Dipper takes a breath and swallowing his nervous, "Please do..." he mutters.

Bill let a smirk tug at his lips, displaying his sharp teeth. "As you wish."

He goes first for Dipper's neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh. As he gets just above Dipper's collarbone, he feels his willing victim hold his breath suddenly indicating he'd just found Dippers  sweet spot.

Bill held Dipper's hands above his head, pinning them down with one hand and using the other to gently move his neck to the side.

Something was missing, but Bill couldn't quite put his finger on it... Hadn't he have a bit mark here? Wasn't Bill the one to inflict it? 

Suddenly there was a scar in the right place where none had been before.

"Your majesty?" Dipper's voice... Why did it sound so... Submissive?

Bill may have only known Dipper for a week, but he knew that he'd never do this. He'd fight and joke and make it impossible for Bill to be in power. For fucks sake, he's the only man to ever get Bill on his knees and beg.

Bill steps away, he needed to think. Why was everything... wrong?

"What's wrong, my King?"

He'd never say that... He'd make some  comment about how he wasn't even a tourist in Bill's land. He'd probably ask to go home.

He had gone home... He wouldn't come back... Why would he? Even for payment, Dipper was never returning. Bill knew that.

Sitting up in a rush, Bill looks around. He was in bed, alone... It was all a dream. Moon light shone from outside as Bill collected his thoughts, running a hand through his hair. What was that? Did he miss Dipper that much? 

"He's really got you whipped, huh?"