Alternate Ending (BillDip)

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Warning: this chapter contains mature content. Reader discretion is advised.

      The night after Dipper and Bill examined the haunted house, they ordered pizza because Dipper was too anxious to cook anything. They sat on the old couch, their feet overlapping, eating slices of greasy pizza and discussing the books Bill had been reading.

      "Do you truly believe in all these strange conspiracies I've been reading about? About how the government suppresses real paranormal experts and portrays them as laughable on television to keep the truth under covers?" Bill asked, taking a large bite afterwards.

      Dipper laughed, "Yes, I suppose I do. Although, I know the government is heavily involved with the paranormal. When Ford returned, the CIA was all over the Mystery Shack trying to apprehend Stan for causing gravitational anomalies. And there were some agents that I met previously that searched for paranormal things like I do now. But yes, I guess there is an element of secrecy..." He realized he sounded a bit crazy, but then again he always had. He was the geeky twin.

      Bill finished his pizza, wiped his hands with a nearby napkin, and stretched out, extending his legs further onto Dipper. "You are a pretty good cook, but this was the best meal I have ever had."

      Dipper laughed, "I could never beat this." After the whole pizza had been devoured, they cleaned up together, spraying each other with water while washing the dishes and their hands. Dipper had poured a cup of water down Bill's shirt when he wasn't paying attention, and the demon cursed, then ran after him. Dipper tried to get to his bedroom before Bill caught him, but it didn't work, and Dipper shut them both in.

      Bill tacked him onto the bed, tickling his sides and calling him names. By the time the fight had ended, they were intertwined in the bed, Bill's soaking shirt pressing against Dipper's perfectly dry shirt, creating damp spots. Their eyes met, and this time the gaze lasted for some time.

      Dipper had thought about whether he should be with Bill or not. The past couple months with him had been incredible; he had never known he wanted a roommate, but Bill made his life so much easier, and so much more fun. Before this moment, they had not been close to each other since the night where they almost...

      Bill grabbed Dipper's hand, which was lying on his chest. "Have...have you thought about it?" Bill asked, his voice low and raspy from laughing.

      Dipper shivered. "I...I'm still not sure."

      Bill smiled, "Can I help you decide?" He rolled on top of Dipper, his hands still holding his roommate's. "I know this should be up to you, but I really can't wait any longer. I've gone eons without this feeling." Bill leaned down and began sucking at the crook of Dipper's neck.

      Dipper was suddenly very hot; the man on top of him was radiating heat somewhat similarly to when Bill engulfed himself in blue flames when in his demonic form. He pushed Bill back a bit, threw his shirt over his head, then laid down, soaking in the heat and passion. "I think I've decided," he managed to choke out, then gripped the demon's rear, pulling him closer.

      Bill's lips moved from Dipper's neck to his lips, biting and licking like some kind of animal the whole time. Dipper couldn't get enough; he ran his hands up through Bill's short, blond hair, letting a moan escape from the back of his throat.

      Bill sat up, looking down at his victim, who was already starting to form bruises on his tender neck. "Thanksgiving is going to be awkward when you have hickeys all over you. You might have to wear a scarf," the demon commented, laughing.

     "I think that would be a dead give away. What straight guy wears scarves, anyways?" Dipper joked, tugging at Bill's shirt until he got it off.

      Dipper took a moment to admire him; there were scars and scratches all over. They covered nearly his entire torso, and Dipper lightly traced each scar with his fingertips, sending shock waves through the man. He propped himself up so they were at equal heights, then their lips met again. Bill slowly ran his hands up and down Dipper's back, going lower each time until he was fighting with the belt on Dipper's jeans. They both scrambled to undo Dipper's buckle and button, then Bill's, all the while laughing at the urgency each of them had. Soon, they were both stripped down to their boxers, and the passion continued until even those came off.

      The two stood next to the bed, taking in the fullness of the other. Dipper cleared his throat, bringing Bill's eyes back to his, "You should know I've never..." he cleared his throat again. "I've never been with anyone before."

      Bill smiled, "Not even a girl? Well, this should be interesting for you."

      The demon took Dipper's shoulders and sat him down on the bed, giving his full attention to his manhood. "Try not to get too caught up. We have a long night ahead of us." Dipper closed his eyes before Bill touched him, feeling somewhat embarrassed. A new sensation entered Dipper's nervous system that had never been there before, and all the blood began rushing downward. It wasn't long before Dipper was gripping the sheets and blankets around him, trying to keep himself from boiling over. Moans were tumbling out of his mouth like thunder rumbling during a storm. Bill had to remind himself that this was only the start, because unlike Dipper, he was getting carried away.

      The demon stood up suddenly, and Dipper was pulled back to reality. "Do you have protection? I know you said you've never done this, but a good man is always prepared," Bill laughed. Dipper reached into his bedside table, pulled out a small package, and handed it to the man.

      Dipper flipped over, looking at the wall ahead of him. He waited, clutching the blankets to prepare himself. "You know this is going to hurt, right?" Bill asked softly, hovering just above him.

      "I know," Dipper replied, his voice shaking. "I'm ready. Just... go slowly, please."

      Bill grinned, "I would never hurt you. Tell me if you need me to stop."

      Bill entered Dipper as slowly as he could; each centimeter made Dipper wince and cry out, but only softly. After a few tries, Dipper started getting comfortable with the sensation, and Bill went faster. There was nothing truly amazing about it until Bill hit one tiny spot, and Dipper almost went over the edge.

      "...right there...please...." Dipper panted, clutching the sheets tighter and tighter until he thought they might rip. Bill looked up, smiled deviously, and pounded into him, hitting the bundle of nerves with each thrust until Dipper was screaming underneath him. This went on for some time, then Bill began growing nearer and nearer to his climax.

      Bill flipped Dipper over; he wanted to see his face when he couldn't contain himself anymore. Dipper threw his arm over his eyes, calling out the demon's name over and over again. The sight of Dipper in this state pushed Bill to the edge.

      "Dipper...I'm gonna--" he started, but it was too late. At the same time they came; it felt like the world was crashing down around them, and Dipper loved it. Bill collapsed next to his roommate, removing the condom and throwing it to the floor. Dipper cleaned himself off, then curled into Bill, fitting perfectly in his embrace.

      "So...does this mean we're a couple now?" Bill whispered into Dipper's ear.

      Dipper laughed quietly, "I suppose so."