These Chains [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Ten: Thank You

That night Dipper had dreams of hands going up his chest, around his body, through his neck, stroking him, and lips moving down his neck to his chest and biting down on his shoulders. The hands went down from his chest to his waist and down to his nether regions, teasing him, and the young man had to bite down on his bottom lip to stop himself from screaming out that he wanted more.

Once the hands ceased their movement and pulled away Dipper gasped and panted, "Please don't stop." He knew how pathetic and desperate that had sounded and he mentally slapped himself for being such an idiot. His breathing hitched and he felt extremely warm as a body pressed into his back. Some words were whispered into his ear, but he could barely hear it due to the fact that whoever was talking to him licked his earlobe. The young man felt a shiver go up his spine as he heard laughter...

...And that was when he woke up in his bed, jolting upright and holding his chest, panting. He still felt sick, so he decided he would go down to the kitchen to get some medicine. He pulled the covers off himself and groaned at the sight of a wet spot on his boxers. He made of move to get off the bed, only to bump into Bill, who was sleeping peacefully.

Dipper practically had to stop himself from screaming. But instead of doing that he simply pulled the sheets off of Bill and started shaking him violently. He whisper-screamed, "What the fuck are you doing in my bed?"

Bill slowly opened his eyes and rubbed them, sitting up and looking at Dipper before laughing lightly. He eyed the young man's wet spot and said, "Dreaming about me, Pine Tree?"

Dipper blushed and quickly pulled the sheets over himself. "S-shut up! You know I was! You sent me that dream, didn't you?"

The demon shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips. "What dream? I didn't send you anything last night. What you dreamed came from your own imagination." Then he reached over and lightly tapped Dipper on his forehead. "But you have quite an imagination, Pine Tree, I must say..."

Dipper turned an even deeper shade of red, coughed, then said, "So you didn't send me any dreams last night?" When the demon shook his head Dipper grabbed a pillow and buried his face into it to hide his blush. Oh God, oh God, what the hell is wrong with me?

But, of course, Bill was lying. He had sent Dipper those dreams, but he lied so he could see how the young man would react. And it seemed he was pretty embarrassed.

"Don't think too much of it, kid," Bill snickered, "Shooting Star seems to like me, and the both of you are basically the same."

"Shooting Star?"

Bill and Dipper looked towards the other side of the room, where Mabel was sleeping in her bed. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were bloodshot, like she had just woken up. She looked at Bill, then at Dipper, then at Bill again. Then she took a deep breath and pointed an accusing finger at Bill. "Aren't you supposed to be a triangle?"

The demon laughed. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

Mabel quickly grabbed the lamp on the nightstand next to her bed and gripped it, as if she were about to go on a murdering spree with it, "Why are you here? Why did you- both of you," she looked at Dipper as she said this, "lie to me? And were you two sleeping together?" She crinkled her nose in disgust.

Dipper held up his hands. "It's not what it looks like!" He wished he had sounded more confident, and he sniffed up some of the mucus forming in his nose, making himself sound more nasally than before.

"It's exactly what it looks like," Bill corrected, grinning wider. Then he got off of the bed. "You see, Shooting Star, your brother here made a deal with me, and it goes like this: he let me live at the Shack and be his friend if I promised not to hurt you and help out with this dump."