Dipper and the demon.(blind!dipper billdip)

chapter 14- Not good.

Bill had relished his job. The opportunity to be close to his little Pine Tree had given him immense joy. His position had also given Stan a reason to keep him around. He seemed to naturally draw customers. He didn't think his form was overly appealing, just enough to get by. Apparently the girls of gravity falls thought other wise. He could count the girls that came every day only because his memory was flawless. They would all introduce themselves and give him little bits of information, and he'd remember it and bring it up the next time he saw them, only to be polite. Within the few days that he had been there word of him had gotten out of town and on Thursday the shack was full of girls, at least in the afternoon. In the morning he had 'forgot' to flip the opening sign so he and his love finally had some peace. After he lunch break he bid his love farewell and then hastily managed the crowd of girls. They had made more money that day then the shack had for the previous two weeks combined regardless of the fact that they where only open for half of the day.
Friday saw that same kind of business, and he found it funny that even some guys had joined the antics. He has spent the previous night assuring his sapling that he was only amused by them, and that they didn't hold a candle to him. He told Dipper about how he hadn't actually been interested in anyone before him, and that they where boring and mundane in comparison to him. They where meat sacks after all. When Dipper mumbled some along the lines of being a meat sack as well Bill followed he first instinct. He pulled Dipper onto his lap, lightly kissed behind his ear, put his chin on Dipper's shoulder and told him you're not a meat sack, you're Dipper. He then pressed his lips against Dipper's neck and let him go. He smirked at the blush he had left behind. Dipper was perfectly happy with the arrangement after that.

That night bill had booked them a private room in a high end restaurant a few towns over. He had gotten both Dipper and himself in formal looking attire, though it was more office formal than the full suit and tie. Bill wouldn't mind the suit in tie, he was admittedly quite fond of that fashion, but that might be uncomfortable for Dipper, and dressing in clashing styles would make Dipper look poorer than he was. That simply would not do, so Bill miffed his attitude over the ordeal and selected his choice of clothing based off of Dipper's probable preference. The place sold a varsity of pasta dishes, and Dipper ended up having an elegant honey chicken dish on top of pasta and chese, while Bill had angel hair pasta and alfredo sauce. After the wait staff had left he joked about how his pasta didn't look or taste like the hair of any angel he's ever come across. Dipper laughed at him and called him ridiculous.
Their evening was spent like that. When the food had been eaten, they sat and sipped thier drinks. The sweet chatter between the two had died down and they sat in a comfortable quiet, sipping and listening to the ambient music the restaurant was playing. Bill was planning on asking Dipper to be his boyfriend. He knew that the "insert-a-gender-here friend" title was part of beginning the inane human datting ritual, but found himself with a odd sort of trepidation. He was not scared. He just didn't want the rejection. He stared at the yellow and blue walls, feeling as though they where probably green, and tried to gather his thoughts enough to ask the fine soul across from him that burning question.
"Bill?" Dipper began, startling out of his contemplation.
"Yes, Pine Tree?" He replied.
"I know this probably sounds stupid considering you're a demon, and all, but would you like to be my boy friend?" Bill froze.
"No fair," He whined. "I was gonna ask you that!"
"So I take it as a yes then?" Dipper giggled, tilting his head to the side and smirking at Bill in a way that managed to make Bill's false heart skip a beat.
"Hell yes," was Bill's reply. Dipper laughed scrunching his face and Bill was suddenly struck with the thought that the only flaw in his immortality was Dipper's absolutely unfathomable cuteness.
"Hey, boyfriend," Dipper giggled out, "don't you have a job to do?"
"What? I'm not aware of..." Bill trailed of when he saw some mischief in his young loves face.
"Aww come on! You're an all knowing dream demon, shouldn't you know what the next part of the date is?" Bill paused and thought it over.
"Are you telling me to kiss you?"
"You're supposed to take your responsibilities seriously, I'd have thought you'd know more of them," Dipper pouted, everything about his body language telling Bill that he was right.
"I'm so sorry, my love. I'll do better next time I promise," Bill said, sliding out of he chair and slowly getting closer to Dipper.
"You'd better, it's awfully sad I must spell everything out for you," Dipper chuckled, feigning distaste and turning towards where bill was. Bill lanked next to him and whispered against his lips.
"Isn't it?"
Bill swiftly placed his lips against Dipper's, tilting his head so thier noses wouldn't bump, and moved his lips softly. He placed a hand on Dipper's flawless cheek and held his face as he put the other on Dipper's hip, his eye's fluttering shut.

Dipper was surprised by his boyfriend's genteelness. The word boyfriend was almost as sweet and bills lips againt his. Dipper moved his hand to grasp Bill's against his face while the other wrapped it's way around to grab the back of Bill's shirt. Despite his projected confidence earlier, this was his first go round when it came to dating, or kissing. He followed the movement of Bill's lips after a little and caught on to how the movement worked. After a minute the lips left his and he caught his breath.
That was Dipper's first kiss. Beautiful, tender, gentle, caring, full of love, and blisteringly wonderful. His breath was gone, his face was angled up to where Bill's lips had disappeared to, his checks where at a slight flush, and his head was a fuzzy, dizzy, mess of pure affection. He could feel himself blink a few times.
"Wow," He heard Bill whisper, his thumb lovingly stroking the corner of Dipper's mouth to his cheek. "Are you sure I'm your first kiss?"
"Mhm" Dipper hummed in affirmative. Bill muttered another wow. "May I have another?" Dipper asked tugging on the back of Bill's shirt a bit. The response was another deafeningly perfect kiss, there was more confidence in both parties, but it was an other kiss that screamed absolute love and trust between the two.
They began heading home after that. Bill paid the restaurant. They both got into the truck,a nd headed home. When Bill parked by the mystery shack he pulled Dipper into his lap and kissed him one more time before he allowed his boyfriend to leave the truck. They said their goodbyes, which involved more "I love you" than goodbye. Then they parted ways.

Bill drove home. He left with an odd feeling in his chest, and ignored it, he assumed that he was just missing his lover. When he got home the feeling had grown into this underlying panic. He quickly feed all the puppies and made sure they where taken care of. Then he teleported to Dipper's room. He wasn't there. The entire room was flipped upside down, and shooting star wasn't even there. He then proceeded to walk down stairs. Mabel was crying, held by gruncle stan.
  

    "What happened?" Bill asked.
    "He's gone! They took him!" Mabel wept.

    This was not good.

Oh noses. Who do you think comited this horrible crime?