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Ford was a simple man, a man of science and logic and reason. He was smart, everyone had always told him so, and everyone had always loved him for that, his mind, his genius. His ability to understand and comprehend more than others, his ability to know, it was what gave him worth. He had always wanted to believe this was a blessing, this mind of his, that it was good people wanted him, even if it was only because he could fix their problems with his genius. At least he was wanted, he'd tell himself.

He spent his life content with this, only ever being wanted for what his genius made him capable of. But under all of it, there was a yearning, one he shoved down when his brother had betrayed him. A yearning for more, to be wanted for more than his genius, to be wanted as more than just a brilliant mind, to be wanted as Ford. But he had lived long enough by now to know he'd never get that. Because all he could ever be valued for, was his mind and the abilities it gave him.

He was fine, even if he knew he could never be fully fulfilled, never truly loved, at least he understood, he understood the world, and he understood the people in it. The world did what it needed to survive and so did people, even if that meant using other people, he had learned that well enough over the years. He had accepted how the world worked, the science behind it all. So when he found a part of the world that didn't abide by any of it, science and sense and selfishness, he was entranced by the beauty of it, of something different, something like him. Gravity Falls, a little corner of the world filled with anomalies. He loved it, he felt seen. But soon that sight festered into insecurity. Just like it always did for Ford.

He had always been proud of his genius, how he was smarter, better, above, superior to other people. He prided himself on always knowing more than others in any situation, he had always felt it gave him the upper hand. But then he found a part of the world like himself, something he couldn't understand, something he didn't know. And that pride vanished, he was no longer so certain of what his genius meant. He wanted so desperately to understand, to grasp the meaning behind these anomalies.

But in the end his genius wasn't enough, he wasn't enough. He needed help to understand. He needed Bill. When he was stuck in his research, when he reached a dead end, Bill was his saviour, he picked up Ford's pieces and showed him how to put them back together better, improved. Bill showed Ford how to find the solution, always. Bill was Ford's solution, his everything, his worth. He needed Bill. In every sense the word "need" could have. And to think, for even a second, a single damn second, that Bill needed him would be foolish.

But Bill must have been a fool, because when he looked at Ford, he may have known he didn't need, but damn did he fucking want. He wanted him, not even to use, like so many others, just to have. But Ford could never know this, this was Bill's curse to bear. And bear it he did, every single time he saw Ford, the urge to reach out, to hold him, to spill every secret and aspiration the triangle had ever had. But he withheld, because when they had shook hands, Ford may have given Bill his body and mind, but he hadn't given Bill his self. Bill was a fool, a fool to become attached, and a fool to feel, or rather to not, to not feel the need to run, to lie, to hurt, all because of Ford. Bill was a fool.

But Ford would never dare to think of Bill in such a way, to think him anything but divine. As Ford sat at a desk in his study, scribbling away on a page of his journal, he wondered when he may see Bill next, when the next time Bill would be so merciful as to grace Ford with his presence would be. He sighed aloud, a wistful thing. He had been working for days, not taking any breaks to sleep as he studied a fascinating specimen that had wondered near the shack. Finally, as his mind wandered to the thought of Bill, he could feel sleep calling to him, drawing out a yawn from his exhausted body. He pushed his journal to the side of the desk, not wanting to smudge the drying ink when he placed his arms in front of himself to rest his head on. "Just a quick rest, that's all." He settled, his eyes drooping shut as he snuggled into his own arms.

When he awoke it wasn't to consciousness, it was to the mindscape. A grin spread across his face as his eyes landed on Bill hovering nearby, hovering? Standing? It was hard to tell in the mindscape, due to the general lack of cohesive ground. "Bill!" He exclaimed happily.

The creases around Bill's eye lifted in a smile, kinda. His arms opened wide to welcome Ford. "IQ! Great to see you again!" Bill hovered around to where Ford was stood, spinning around his head till he was at his side. "I bet you're wondering why I'm visiting again so soon!" Ford seemed to contemplate before giving a small nod. "Well, I happened to notice you had stopped working on the portal, you bailing on innovation Sixer?"

Ford went white as a sheet at the insinuation. "No, no of course not!" He hastened, frantically waving his arms as if to push away the thought. "I just found myself distracted is all, see there was this creature and I simply couldn't help myself but to study it!"

"Couldn't help yourself ay?" Bill mimicked an action similar to a human scratching their chin in thought, though he didn't have a chin, nor was he thinking of much. He wrapped an arm around Ford's shoulders, pressing himself against the side of the man's head. Ford seemed nervous to be so close to Bill, Bill relished in the light tint of pink that spread along Ford's cheeks. "See, that's what I like about you Ford, even when you have other obligations you just can't stop yourself but to follow what you really want," Bill felt himself relating to what he was saying in a small sense, he honestly wasn't quite sure what he was saying, where was he going with this again? Oh right.. "So, is that what you really want? To go gallivant through the forest and write in your diary about the little oddities you see there, or do you want to understand the big picture, cause that's what I'm trying to help you see with this portal, but if you'd rather.." He trailed off, now moving away from Ford as he twirled his hand in the air.

3.. 2.. 1..

"No!" Ford shouted, reaching out to Bill. "Of course not, my Muse, please, I was simply distracted,"

At the sound of Ford's shouts a gratifying feeling sprouted within Bill. Bingo. He turned back to Ford with a sigh. "You just don't understand Fordsy," Ford couldn't help but feel a shame at Bill's words, he was right, Ford didn't understand, not this time, he was at Bill's mercy through and through, he was no longer the wisest guy in the room and he knew it, and it was humbling to say the least. He yearned for Bill, for his knowledge, for him to hold Ford and whisper the secrets of the universe into his ear like he deserved to know them, like he mattered. He wanted Bill to make him better, smarter, to fix him. Ford had always believed that he was the smartest, that no matter how long it took nothing could ever truly stump him, not for long, but now he didn't know who he was, if not the smartest. Bill's very existence had proved to Ford he would never know everything, no matter how much he thought he did, but Bill's very existence was also the cure for the very issue, the insecurity, it had originally caused Ford. And Ford wanted so badly to understand how to earn it. "You can't afford distractions, for all you know, or rather what you don't know, your entire species could be about to go extinct and you'll lose the opportunity I was trying to give for you to know all you wanted to!" Ford gave Bill a look of horror that made Bill roll his eye. "Your whole species isn't actually about to go extinct, jeez it was just an example, get a clue, Sixer," Ford flushed with embarrassment. "My point is, you wouldn't know but I would, so maybe when I say that this portal needs to be your main focus, you shouldn't test the theory!"

Ford nodded to Bill, ever eager to agree with his muse. "Of course Bill, you're so right, I was foolish to let myself get distracted." He frowned.

Bill couldn't help the way his eye narrowed in disapproval, at what he wasn't sure he wanted to know, but obviously it wasn't because Ford was making that pouty little sad face that made him want to burn down the entire world if not just to warm Ford's heart with the embers of Bill's passion in the hopes of just pulling one small smile from the man. Nah, that couldn't be it, what a dumb fucking suggestion. Idiot. Bill gave Ford a pat on the head, choosing not to dwell on how soft he thought his hair was. What a weird human quirk anyway, hair, dumb soft hair. "Aw, Sixer, don't blame yourself too much, you are just a human after all!" Ford's frown only deepened. Damn it! How did that not work?! He was literally giving Ford an excuse for failing him, why didn't Ford like it? "Look, unless you wanna stop working on the portal for even longer to try inventing time travel, just to get those couple days back then how about we just forget this small little incident and make a deal not to indulge in any more of these silly little distractions, okay?"

Ford sighed in relief, he guessed that was okay. Just forgive and forget, though he had never been too good with that in the past. Ford looked up at Bill with a fondness. "Of course, thank you my muse."

Bill flushed. Oh how he loved that name Ford used for him, and when he said it like that.. Bill needed to get out of this dreamscape and the hell away from Ford. "Well great, real glad we had this talk Sixer!" Bill forced out at an uncomfortable rate. "Now I better be off, bye!"

"Wait!" Ford tried to call after him but it was too late. Ford awakened with a startle, almost falling out of his chair with the speed at which his head snapped up. Ford stood from his seat, gathering up his journal before making his way to the basement workshop. He needed to get some real work done.

While Ford worked away, Bill sat in the back of his mind, he couldn't stop himself from thinking of his muse. He didn't understand why Bill had cut their meeting short, usually they could talk for hours, perhaps Bill had a prior engagement? It was selfish of Ford to think he was the center of Bill's attention. He couldn't help but frown at the thought. "Heya Ford, what're we working on today?" Fiddleford inquired from behind him, easily pulling Ford's attention away from his thoughts of Bill.

Ford glanced over his shoulder to his assistant. "Hm? Oh, well I was thinking we could focus on constructing some of the outer casing." He couldn't help the smile that slipped onto his face when talking to Fiddleford. Soon the two were working in harmony like always, a warmth spreading through Ford as he made peaceful conversation with the man, not being able to help the blush that spread across his face when their hands would graze while they worked side by side.

The two had found they were the perfect working match back in college, their combined genius a force to be reckoned with. They could talk and laugh and share in secret smiles that no one else had to know about without ever faltering in their work. It was perfect, working with Ford, at least Fiddleford thought so, he always had. Perfect, the thought rang in his head as he stared at an unbeknownst Ford. Fiddleford hadn't realised just how distracted he had been watching Ford, being none the wiser to the tilt of the ladder he was stood atop, not until he was falling.

Ford caught him in surprisingly strong arms, a look of worry evident in his eyes, eyes wide with alarm. "Fids! You need to be more careful, I would never forgive myself if you got hurt here," Ford was gentle as he helped Fiddleford to his feet again, placing a hand against the man's face as he looked him over for any injuries. Fiddleford just stared at the scientist in awe, even if Ford caught him, he wasn't sure he would ever truly land, not from this fall. And when Ford met his eyes, they could just stare, completely unaware of the spying eyes of a certain triangle.

Bill hated to admit it, to even think about it, acknowledge that man's existence at all. But he was jealous of Fiddleford, the man pulled a side out of Ford that Bill wanted to himself, a softer side almost, a side with such a gentle kindness to it, a care that Ford reserved for those he cared most deeply for, a care that could never be given to a god. Bill liked being worshiped, being adored and all mighty, but sometimes, only ever rarely, did he wish to be seen as less than what he had become, to be seen as just Bill, just a little triangle who wanted to be loved for himself. Yes, he wanted the universe to see him shine, but just like any other star, he wanted someone to notice that he too burned. Ford saw, Ford understood, Ford was everything he had hoped for; Bill had made himself a god, but Ford made him feel like one. As Bill spied on his human, watching the way he smiled at his old collage roommate, hearing the way he laughed with him, an anger burned within Bill. He wanted to rip that dumb country hick apart, to study every fiber of his being till he understood what Ford saw in that moron. He wanted Ford all to himself.

That night, when Ford fell asleep, Bill woke up in his body. He knew he couldn't kill the hillbilly, especially not in Ford's body, he still needed that idiot to help open his portal, and it would probably piss Ford off and make him start asking questions. Ugh. Maybe he could make it look like an accident? No, he wouldn't risk it, not now at least. Instead he opted to just have his fun messing around in Ford's body. He lifted himself from the bed and ambled over to a bathroom, intent on staring at the mirror.

And stare he did. He stood there on unsure legs, yellow tinted eyes examining every inch of the man. Bill didn't think humans were necessarily attractive, they were fucking weird, who could blame him? But Ford? Bill couldn't deny, something about him made Bill feel weak in the knees, or maybe that was just cause he was piloting an insufficiently constructed flesh suit.

Bill lifted a shaky hand to Ford's face, well technically his face currently but who the fuck cares. Ford's skin was soft against the pads of his fingers, his face freshly shaven. Bill loved the feeling, he wondered how Ford would react if Bill played with his face when Ford's mind was the one occupying it. Bill leaned closer to the mirror, his eyes drifting lower on Ford's face. He lifted his fingers to brush along Ford's lips, they were slightly chapped, Bill noticed, but he didn't care. "Pretty.." The word slipped from his mouth without him even realising. He eyes flickering back up in alarm, choosing to ignore the pink dusted across his skin. Why was his face so hot? Maybe Ford was getting sick or something? Bill decided to awkwardly stumble out of the bathroom, cutting his mirror time short this go around. It was starting to get a bit too stifling in there for his liking.

He faceplanted right into the bed, falling forward with a thud against the mattress. He rolled onto his back, lifting his arms to stare at the hands attached, Ford's hands, special hands, hands with six fingers, hands that were different than others', just like Bill's eye. Bill wanted to be cradled by these hands, to be held and loved in their embrace. He wrapped his arms around himself in a hug, curling into himself, or rather Ford. "Why can't you touch me like you touch him?" The question was spoken to a room that wasn't listening, even if Ford's body was there, Ford wasn't, just Bill. All alone. Bill blamed the fact he was inhabiting a weak human body for the tears that were now flowing down his face and sinking into Ford's sheets, for the weeps that left his throat. He promised he'd have Ford to himself, all to himself for the rest of eternity. He just needed that portal turned on.

Bill startled out of his stupor when he heard a thud from somewhere in the shack, the sound of something falling. Was someone else here? Had some form of creature broken in? A petty human thief? Bill lifted himself from the bed, a glare settling on Ford's features as he made his way out of the room. He'd handle this real quick, he decided, and then maybe he could have a bit more mirror time before letting Ford's body get some actual rest.

He fell down the stairs, he did try to walk but he was as coordinated as a toddler on cocaine. His head smacked right into the floor as he landed, his bones crying in pain as he cursed in a language not of this world. He sat up stiffly, his, or rather Ford's hand, instinctively reaching to cradle his aching head. He heard something rushing through the shack, and when he looked up he saw him, that fucking twit, Fiddleford. "Oh my honey glazed biscuits, are you okay, Ford?" The man asked in alarm.

Bill let Ford's features settle into a cold glare as he stared up at the engineer, maybe it was the headache but Fiddleford seemed extra irritating to Bill at the moment. "What's it to you Fiddlesticks?" Bill crossed his arms, his eye twitching with agitation. "What are you doing here anyway, trying to get the jump on Fordsey in his sleep?" He accused, it was dumb, and held no ground, but Bill liked the idea of twisting the story to one of where he was protecting Ford from Fiddleford, where Fiddleford was the one with a plan of dishonesty.

"Gee Ford, you must've banged up your head pretty good, you're rambling right nonsense." Fiddleford crouched in front of Bill, a tentative hand reaching for Bill's face. "Let me see," He directed, scooching closer as he inspected Bill's head for injuries, none the wiser to the demon inhabiting his friend's body. Fiddleford winced. "Oh Ford, you need to be more careful." His voice was soft, caring, loving, it made Bill feel sick.

Bill scoffed. "What are you doing here country boy?"

Fiddleford backed away from where he was looking over Bill. "Oh, I forgot something in the lab," He answered simply, a sheepish smile on his face.

Bill frowned. What did Ford see in this pathetic waste of space, Bill found himself wondering, not for the first time ever, and he was sure not for the last. His jealousy reared its ugly head as he continued to stare at the worried Fiddleford, wanting nothing more than to strangle the man. He gripped Fiddleford by his chin, yanking him closer to Bill. Bill scowled down at the nervous man with a vile hatred seething within him, not failing to notice the violent blush that had erupted across Fiddleford's entire face. "Ford?" The engineer meekly muttered, his eyes scanning over Ford's face for explanation. Bill leaned in, letting his eyes droop closed as he met Fiddleford halfway, their lips connecting softly. Bill felt the urge to jump up and exclaim with a victorious shout, "I knew it!" But he didn't, he refrained. Instead he pressed closer, harder, his grip on the engineer tightening. He felt himself sink Ford's teeth into Fiddleford's lower lip, a weak sound escaping the man. Bill hated him, he despised Fiddleford, with every fiber of his being, and yet he didn't pull away. He relished in the control he had over Fiddleford in this form, if it was Ford's voice telling him to do it, Bill was sure Fiddleford would leap from the highest cliff. That sense of power sent a thrill along Bill's spine.

Bill could feel his free hand dragging along Fiddleford's front, his fingers tracing down from his chest to his lower stomach in a slow drawl. A moan left Fiddleford as Bill hooked a finger into the man's waistband. Bill felt a pang of irritation at the sound, an urge overwhelming him to sink Ford's teeth into the assistant's throat and rip till the only sound escaping him were bloodied gurgles. "Ford.." Fiddleford muttered in a broken beg against Bill's persistent lips. Fiddleford was selfish, Bill thought, selfish to want to have Ford as his own, to take all the attention of Bill's favourite toy. Bill pushed against Fiddleford, urging him to the ground, holding him to the hard floor with his chest as an anchor. Fiddleford released a symphony of soft moans and greedy huffs of air as Bill let his mouth trail lower, paving a road of wet kisses and sharp nips down the curve of the engineer's neck. Bill used his leverage on the waistband to tug the rim of the man's pants down below his hip, finally releasing his grip on Fiddleford's face to allow his hand the opportunity to slide down over the bulge of Fidds' boxers. If he couldn't ruin Fiddleford the way he wanted to, he'd ruin him the way Ford wanted to.

Bill was beyond surprised when the moment came crashing to an end, even more surprised it was by Fiddleford's own doing. The meek engineer pushed Ford, or rather Bill, away with a harsh shove, scurrying away till he hit a wall. "Ford!" He shouted, his face flushed a vibrant red. "We can't," He seemed to trail off, his tone now much softer than his previous exclamation.

Bill huffed and rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms, his glare only hardening. "Oh don't act like you didn't like it, I've seen how you look at him!"

Fiddleford stared on with confusion, a beat passing in silence. Fiddleford was thoroughly unsure of what was happening at this point. "Ford," He started calmly, trying to sooth the flush that still painted his cheeks. "I think ya' have brain damage." He stated dryly, a hint of humor barely peaking through.

Bill's eyes widened in offense. Oh this asshole.. "Ford's brain is perfect!" He yelled, using the wall behind him to try stabilizing himself as he attempted to stand on shaky legs.

Fiddleford sighed. "Ford, I think you need to get ya'self some proper rest," He settled, him as well lifting himself from the ground, though on much more certain legs than Bill's. "I'm sorry for waking ya'," He turned his back to Bill, not fully content with the idea of leaving. "I'll see ya' tomorrow?" He tried, but the other man didn't respond, just stared. Fiddleford left quietly, the door shutting softly behind him on his way out. "Fuck.." Fiddleford only let the word slip from his lips after he was sure the door was closed and Ford wouldn't hear him.

Bill glared at the door, almost as if waiting for Fiddleford to barge back in. But when nothing happened Bill resigned to letting his features relax. He made his way back up the stairs, only tripping twice on the steps, and into Ford's room again. His eyes scanned the room, it was oh so Ford. Bill decided to forgo the mirror time and instead just go straight to curling up on the bed. The mattress was everything any human could want, plush and soft, a surface of comfort, Ford had surely spared no expense when it came to his rest. The feeling was disgusting to Bill, even while in Ford's skin. Bill buried his face into the turtle neck collar of the sweater Ford had fallen asleep in, taking a large inhale of Ford's lingering scent.

Bill was literally in the man's skin, and yet he still yearned for more, to be closer, he wasn't sure he would ever be satisfied, not when it came to Ford, with Ford he would always want more. He wanted to tear back the man's skin, to pull him apart and become acquainted with every fiber of his being, to cuddle between his lungs and rest his head atop Ford's heart, to feast upon every atom that built the six fingered man. He truly could never be satisfied. That thought was the only that swirled in his miserable mind, that emptiness rooted deep in his self, consuming him as he let himself relieve control of Ford's body. Never enough..

When Ford awoke the next morning it was to a thumping pain in his head and a ringing coming from the downstairs landline. He lifted himself into a sitting position, a groan of pain rattling in his throat as he cradled his aching skull. His eyes blearily adjusted to the world around him, he was in his room. He lifted a hand to his face, pulling the askew glasses from the bridge of his nose, had he fallen asleep with them on again? He shrugged away the pondrence as he cleaned the lenses with the fabric of his sweater before slipping them back into place. The ringing was still pertinent.

He pulled himself from his bed with an unconscious regret, finding his way downstairs easily enough despite the pain wracking his brain that made it hard to focus. He picked up the phone and held it up to his ear with a confusion, who could be calling him this early? "Hello? You've reached the.. Ford residence." He didn't get many calls.

Ford could hear a muffled snicker on the other end before someone spoke. "The Ford residence?" It was Fiddleford! He cleared his throat before continuing in a more serious tone. "Look, Ford, I spent all night thinking," He sounded so unsure of his words, it unsettled Ford. "I think we should talk, could you meet me at the diner in town?"

Ford thought for a moment, his curiosity thoroughly peeked, what could Fidds want to talk about? Could it be..? Ford shook his head in a lame attempt to rid himself of such a foolish thought, Fiddleford was married after all. "I- Of course." He internally cursed himself for his stumble. "What do you wish to-?" Ford had been cut off by a buzz, the call had ended, Fiddleford had hung up. "Oh."

After Ford had changed into a fresh sweater he had rushed to the diner. As the squeaky door swung open his eyes landed on Fiddleford, huddled into one of the booths near the back of the establishment, he couldn't help the way his lips pulled into a soft smile at the sight of his assistant. The closer to Fiddleford Ford got, the more nervous he noticed the engineer was, an almost visible cloud of anxiety hovering over the man. Ford slipped into the booth, his brows knitting together in concern for his friend. Now Ford really wanted to know what Fiddleford had wanted to talk about. "Fidds, are you okay?" Ford reached out to the man, placing his six fingered hand over the smaller hand of his assistant. "You seem tense." Ford was startled by the speed at which Fiddleford yanked his hand away from Ford. Ford's own anxiety started to raise at the action, had he done something?

Fiddleford averted his eyes from Ford, a flush overcoming his face as he tried to distract himself from his tornado of thoughts, each rushing by a mile a minute. When he finally spoke, he found himself picking at the grout under his nails instead of looking at Ford. "Look, about last night,"

"Last night?"

"Yeah, ya' see, I been thinking a lot about it," It was like his nerves were withering away within him as he spoke, his face flushing a deep crimson at the memory in his mind. "Ford, I care about ya' a whole lot but I'm married, what we did, it was wrong."

Ford was thoroughly confused, he had no idea what Fiddleford was talking about, what did Fiddleford's wife have to do with anything? "Uh, Fidds, I'm afraid I'm not quite following what you mean." Stated the scientist, his confusion clearly dripping into each word.

Fiddleford's face flushed deeper, in anger or embarrassment he wasn't sure. "Ford!" He shouted, his arms tensing at his sides, hands gripping the booth below him so tight that he tore the red covering, his nails digging into the plush foam. "You can't just kiss a guy and then-! And then-!" He stuttered, desperately looking for the right words. "No that's it actually! You can't just kiss a guy, end of sentence!" His yells had unfortunately drawn the attention of the few other patrons. Fiddleford started questioning in that moment if it was truly possible for his entire face to have spontaneously caught fire, then his eyes landed on Ford and the question left his mind, it was just a fact now, it was a fact that it was possible, because with Ford anything was possible, at least to Fiddleford.

Ford's mind was running a complete blank, no matter what he tried to do he could not remember whatever Fiddleford was, even if he desperately wanted to.. for research purposes of course! Nothing else, except perhaps having any clue as to what was happening. Something seemed to click in the back of Ford's mind, a click that sounded less like a click and more like 'Oh god, what the fuck did Bill do?!' and it just kept clicking. No wonder Fiddleford was acting so squeamish. "Fidds, I am so sorry, I didn't, it's not, I mean it wasn't me who," Before he could finish his sentence, as broken and unsound as it was, Fiddleford interrupted.

"Oh don't ya' dare try to deny it, Ford, you broke my lip!" Fiddleford pointed an accusatory finger towards his own face, which indeed had a bruised lip that Ford was unsure of how he missed. "My god, Ford, when I said you had brain damage I was joking, but now I'm starting to think it's rather believable!"

Ford sat there stunned. Bill had kissed Fiddleford and Ford hadn't the darnedest clue as to why, what could possibly be the intentions behind his Muse's actions this time? Ford lifted himself from the booth, his expression not betraying the whirlwind of emotion in his brain. "Fiddleford," He took diligent mental note of the way Fiddleford's expression softened at the sound of his own name. "You are entirely correct, what I did was selfish and I should have never behaved in such a manner, our relationship should stay professional,"

"Well, wait a second now-"

Ford lifted a finger to stop Fiddleford's interruption. "No no, you were also right about me having brain damage,"

"What?"

"I do indeed have brain damage, and now I must let it kill me, please excuse me," Ford shuffled out of the booth, adjusting his glasses and trying to hide behind his hand in the process. "Don't follow me, I'm dying and it's my final wish to die alone." With that he rushed out of the diner. His muse had kissed his best friend and his best friend thought it was him and for some reason that didn't sound so bad to him, why didn't the idea of kissing Fiddleford sound wrong?! Ford was sure he may as well be dying, if not from brain damage than definitely from embarrassment.

Ford was intent on confronting his muse, on demanding answers as to what the hell happened last night. When Ford arrived back at the shack he went straight for his study, lighting candles and situating himself into a comfortable sitting position. He knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, not in the state he was in, so hopefully meditation would work to get him into the mindscape.

It took several minutes but finally Ford was able to slip into the mindscape, Bill's domain even in Ford's own head. "Bill!" He called. "We need to talk!"

The triangle popped into existence behind Ford, planting firm hands on the man's shoulders. "Hey'a Sixer!" Exclaimed the triangle with a bright and cheery voice, ever excited to see his favourite human.

Ford turned with hast to face his muse. "Bill, what did you do with Fiddleford?!"

Bill's expression, or well, as much of an expression as he was capable of, dimmed greatly. "Ugh, Fiddleford's fine." Bill rolled his eye, his arms crossing as he moved away from Ford.

Ford's face flushed a scarlet hue. "He is not, you- you-" He couldn't seem to let himself say it, he still didn't even have the full story. "Bill I'm incredibly displeased with you!" He asserted.

Bill chuckled a sinister thing, leaning right next to Ford's ear, a lanky hand gripping Ford's chin in place. "What are you saying Fordsy, you want me to please you?" There was a clear insinuation in his voice.

Ford's angered thoughts stuttered to a halt at Bill's tone. "B- Bill," The strangled word left him weak as it slipped from his lips, why did he say it like that?! Have some dignity, he urged himself. He tried to focus on the task at hand, answers. "My muse, this isn't a joke," He tried, struggling to keep a crack from his voice. "I need to know what happened."

Bill's eye narrowed, why was Ford so curious? Why did he have to care so much?! It was just dumb Fiddleford.. "You really wanna know what I did Sixer?" Bill asked into Ford's ear, he could feel Ford nod against him. "I only did what he wanted you to do."

Ford didn't understand, Fiddleford clearly didn't want that from him, didn't want him like that, he was married after all. But his muse was all knowing, a being of infinite knowledge. "What do you mean?"

Bill allowed himself to fall backwards in vicious laughter. "Isn't it obvious Sixer?!" He bellowed in a mocking tilt. "Fiddleford's obsessed with you!" Bill hated seeing the colour brushed along Ford's face deepen, an anger swelling in the triangle. "Don't you get it, he wants you all to himself, he wants to take you from me," He tried to keep the anger from slipping into his tone, tried to keep his voice soft as he spoke to Ford. He brought his hand to Ford's face, enjoying the sensation of Ford's cool skin against his burning hand. "Ford, he'll take you away from the portal, from your research."

Ford frowned. "No, Fidds wouldn't do that, he respects my research, he wants to help me," Ford's words shook with uncertainty, he wanted to believe what he was saying, but Bill knew all, right? He had to be telling the truth, right? "Bill, you must be wrong, you must have done something to-" Before he could finish he felt a harsh tug at his shoulders.

Bill glowed red with anger, his grip on Ford's shoulders threateningly tight. "See?! He's already making you doubt me!"

Ford's eyes widened in an apologetic terror. "No! I didn't mean to imply-!"

"He'll ruin everything for you Ford!" With a snap of Bill's fingers he was no longer inhabiting his usual triangular form, now he appeared as Fiddleford, lab coat and all. "Is this what you want? To abandon your research, to abandon me, all to chase after some married country prick!" Bill pushed Ford back, hands planted on his shoulders, Ford landing in a magically appearing arm chair. Bill leaned in again, his fabricated breath blowing hot against the shell of Ford's ear. "This is what you want right?," Bill's hands slid down Ford's shoulders and to his chest, resting on the man's pecs. "How you want him, right?" He could feel Ford shudder and a part of Bill's nonexistent heart broke in confirmation. Bill's right hand fell lower, teasingly not low enough against Ford's lower abdomen. His borrowed face nuzzling into the curve of Ford's neck, peppering light kisses along the hot skin. "Just say the word and you can have him, I can always find someone new to inspire, but you," He pulled away to look down at Ford's flustered face, tilting his head up with a finger under his chin. "Who will be your muse? What will you do when you have left me for him, when he becomes bored to the thrill of the affair and runs back to his wife and son?" Bill feared the answer, felt a nervous trill run through him as he gazed upon the reverent look Ford gave him in this form.

"Please." Ford shuddered, his eyes slipped closed as his hands reached up to grip the arm holding his head up. Bill was crushed, that was it, that was the word, wasn't it? Ford had chosen, he wanted Fiddleford. Not only would Bill be losing his portal but he'd be losing Ford. He should have killed that moronic country boy. Ford used his grip on Bill's arm to tug him into his space, pushing his lips against Bill's in a sloppy mash. When he pulled away, he stared up at his muse with the utmost adoration. "Please, Bill, let me see you," His voice was a beg, a breathy ache of need to truly see Bill. "I want you, please let me see, please, touch me with your own hands, gaze upon me with your own eye, let me see you in all the glory of your true form and not what I've so regrettably made you think I want."

Bill felt a spike of arousal shoot through him at Ford's words. Oh he'd let him see, he'd show him everything, he'd show him the universe, anything Ford asked for Bill would give. Bill crashed his lips back into Ford's, excitement thrumming in his core at the sound that escaped Ford as Bill transformed back into his triangular form, never allowing contact to break between the two. Bill let his lanky black arm stretch down to slip under Ford's sweater, enjoying every second of the shiver that rang through Ford, wracking up his body. Bill finally pulled away from Ford, gazing down at the blissful expression adorning the scientist's features, eyes half lidded and lips left slightly parted and bruised. "It was a test right?" Muttered Ford, a soft smile settling upon him as he gazed up at Bill's form. "You were testing my loyalty, making sure I'm devoted, right my Muse?" He asked, gently following it with, "Did I pass?" Ever eager to know if he pleased his muse.

A glint of mania flashed in Bill's eye as he listened to Ford, obsession seeping into every crevice of his being as he stared down at his human. His perfect human. Bill needed that fucking portal open, thought the triangle, desperate to enjoy Ford outside of the mindscape. "With flying colours Sixer," Bill crowded Ford's space, his eye shifting to capture the human's lips. He would melt down Ford's soul and bathe in the product if just to feel closer to the six fingered man. "So smart, always a step ahead of the other humans aren't you," The triangle praised between kisses. "That's why I chose you, so perfect, my perfect Sixer."

Ford reckoned that dunking his head into lava would burn less than the ferocious blush consuming his face at his muse's praises. He couldn't help the moan that slipped from his throat at the marvelous sensation of pointed teeth biting into his bruised lip. "Please, my muse," He whined, a desperate plea for Bill to put him out of his yearnful misery, whatever that may mean. Bill's forked tongue made delicate work of lapping up the blood that escaped from Ford's lips, moving between kisses and sucks as drool helplessly slipped down the human's chin. When Bill finally pulled away to admire his work, admiration became an understatement not worthy to describe the way Bill let his eye devour the sight of the mess he made of Ford. "Bill?" Ford's curious voice perked, an evident disappointment in his eyes at the loss of contact with the triangle.

Bill shushed his devotee softly, pressed a finger to the man's lips, gliding it down to catch the trail of drool slipping from his mouth. "Pretty.." This time Bill wasn't nearly as startled by the word, right now it made sense to him, Ford looked hot as fuck, even for a human. Bill moved his other hand from under the man's sweater, instead slipping it over his clothed bulge, giving a teasing press with his palm and reveling in the choked curse that slipped from Ford's abused lips. "You humans are so sensitive," He remarked with a chuckle as he watched Ford bite down on his lip to repress his sounds. He leaned down to Ford's ear. "Come on, I think it's cute," He continued to massage his hand over the man's dress pants. "Let me hear how much you enjoy it when I play with your fragile human body," The words slipped from him into Ford's ear as a low whisper, resulting in the scientist allowing a burgeoning moan to wrack through his throat followed by a strangled groan. The sound was all that was needed to entice Bill to take things a step further, ever eager to pull more fun reactions from his human. He fussed with the button of Ford's pants till Ford's own hand came down to help him, easily slipping the piece of plastic through the slit in the fabric, using the now open indentation in the fabric as a hook to pull the fabric from around his legs. The garment only made it down his thighs before Bill pounced again, his eye shifting again so he could lap at the tip of Ford's dick through the thin fabric of his boxers, the fabric pulled taught against Ford's hardened member. A six fingered hand gripped the triangle's top point, using it as an anchor to push the demon away. "Fuck, Muse," He trailed off, unsure how to continue.

Bill looked up, his cold stare appearing rather displeased at the interruption. "What, you want me to stop?"

Ford aggressively shook his head. "No! Just," He stopped himself, removing his hand from Bill's point to instead cover his flustered expression as he let his head fall back along the back of the chair. "Just, be gentle, please." With that simple request Bill's own features brightened, the triangle leaning down again to the wet spot that had formed on the boxers from slick and spit, his forked tongue darting out to torture the sensitive tip through the mussed fabric, enjoying every whine and groan that slipped from the man above him. As Bill continued his assault on the human with his tongue, he pressed his hands into the sides of Ford's thighs, pushing them further apart to make more room for himself, digging his fingers into the sensitive flesh. Spurred on by the huffed mewls from Ford, Bill turned his form to the side, licking a stripe up Ford's meaty thigh before sinking his sharp, pointed teeth into the man's leg. A gasped scream ripped through the scientist's throat, echoing out into the mindscape. A satisfaction rippled through Bill as he listened to the pained sobs mix with pleasured moans above him while he cleaned the wound with his mouth, lightly nipping the surrounding skin between swirls of his slit tongue. "Fuck, please my muse, please, more, I need- Damn it! Please.." Ford's incoherent begs fell through his groans, his grip on the fabric of the chair so harsh the muscles in his hand strained below his taut skin.

Bill cursed in an otherworldly language as he was blessed by Ford's ramblings, the sound a divine salve to the demon's wounded soul. His mouth dissolved back into an eye so he could stare up at his human, that manic glint of obsession returning as the sight of the ruined scientist filled his mind, and without his meaning to, he became the one to worship. With a snap of his fingers the remaining cloth adorning Ford vanished, and Bill had never once before expected to find any human with an appearance that could fluster him, but here he was, perched in Ford's lap, shimmering a flush pink at the sight, his eye trailing along the paths of body hair leading down to Ford's dick. A nervous giggle escaped him without his permission, "Humans are weird.."

Ford attempted to cover himself with his arms, desperate to escape Bill's piercing eye. "Bill! You can't just say that!" He whined. "Not when I'm so.. revealed." His eyes clamped shut in embarrassment. Every inch of the man needed Bill, needed the relief only his god could give him. "My muse, please."

In that moment Bill would have done anything, tear the stars from the fabric of the universe so he could gift them to his human, vanquish every god to bestow their power upon Ford, rip out his own skeleton and turn it to armour to protect the scientist, use the moon to garnish a cocktail of his blood to quench the man's thirst, anything, anything Ford asked for would be his, Bill would kill anything and anyone who tried to get in the way of his mission to please his perfect human. Bill pried Ford's arms away from himself, gazing upon his human body with an odd longing the triangle had never felt before. Bill let his eye shift again and took the head of Ford's dick into his mouth, prodding at the scientist's tip with his tongue, Ford's heavy breathing the perfect backdrop to Bill's careful movements.

The triangle released the man's arms from his grip, moving his hands down to instead clasp around the rest of Ford's dick that Bill couldn't take in his mouth. Each slide of Bill's grip and twirl of his tongue pulled a symphony of aching noises from Ford, moans cut off by low groans that lead into sharp whines, each sound urging Bill to work harder to please his favourite human. "My muse," huffed out Ford. "So good to me, my perfect, smart, handsome muse," Ford could feel his release building, using all his energy to refrain from bucking up into Bill's mouth. "I- Oh, Oh!" He exclaimed, unable to help the six fingered hand that shot out to grip Bill's top point. "My muse, my- mine.." Bill's motions stopped upon hearing the word, the declaration, heavy pants coating Ford's member in huffs of hot air. Ford quickly realised his mistake, his hands frantically waving in distress. "Wait! No, I didn't mean-!"

Ford was interrupted by Bill licking along the entire length of Ford's cock. "Do you want me to stop?" The triangle tauntingly asked. Ford shook his head against the chair. Bill wrapped his hand around the man's length, giving it a teasing tug. "Then say it again." He ordered simply.

Ford, ever eager to please, immediately obeyed his muse. "You're mine, my muse, my perfect muse, all mine," The mewls slipped from his lips easily as Bill continued his merciless onslaught of pleasure on the scientist's dick. "Just for me, so good to me, mine, just mine, no one else's!" His climax built again, and he restrained to the best of his ability to not cum right there and then. "Muse, my muse, please, I'm going to, I need," A soft, reassuring shushing from Bill was all Ford needed to let the dam break, cum spurting in hot streams from him.

When Bill was certain he had milked every drop from Ford, he made a show of licking up any stray cum that hadn't made it into his mouth, making a loud noise of contentment when he was done. He blinked and when his lid lifted his eye was back, staring up at Ford with what the triangle would refuse to label love. He hovered up to the man's face and clasped his cheeks between his little blackened hands. "Anyone ever tell you, you taste good, Sixer?" Ford couldn't answer, any attempt to getting caught in his throat. Bill laughed, "That was fun! We should do it again sometime!" Ford only nodded dumbly, his blissed out expression already enough to satisfy Bill. "Ahem," Bill coughed out, only now realising how awkward this could make things. "Uh, have fun dealing with Fiddleford, bye!"

Ford wanted to protest he just couldn't in his current state, not able to stop being forced out of the mindscape. He gasped harshly, the noise dissolving into coughs. When he looked down he realised even in his physical form he had made a mess of himself, an uncomfortable sticky feeling greeting him in his pants when he tried to stand up. He cringed at the sensation, deciding that before anything else he needed to take a shower. And probably take a proper minute to actually process what the fuck just happened! Every fantasy he had ever had about his muse had dissolved in his mind to be replaced with the memory of what had just transpired. He tumbled into his bathroom, stripping himself of his soiled clothes and stepping into the shower, a warm stream of water shooting over him.

He grabbed a bottle of body wash from a small shelf and poured the thick substance into his hand, proceeding to scrub himself clean, sheets of foamy bubbles covering his skin. As the sharp drops of water bled along his leg he noticed a red tint to the water swirling in the drain. When he inspected further the pace of his heart quickened as he gazed upon a bite mark on his inner thigh, precisely where Bill had sunk in his teeth. "How..?" Ford mumbled to himself, the question echoing within the glass walls of the shower, a question he wasn't sure he'd ever get an answer to.

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Chapter Text

"Just one more song!" Ford slurred in declaration. He was having the perfect time with his muse, singing obnoxious pop songs with an arm slung around Bill as he was warmed by tasty little alcoholic drinks that Bill just kept coming.

Bill laughed into his hand at the sight of his human, slurring and leaning dangerously too far to the right, Bill having to compensate for the man's off center balance by practically holding him up entirely on his own. "One more? Come on, Sixer, let loose a little!" Urged the triangle, shaking the human by his shoulders.

"Loose?" Ford chuckled. "Bill, I'm sure my blood-alcohol content is bordering fatal, I'm 92% sure it's just an alcohol content at his point, I think I'm loose enough." His words meshed together in a barely tangible mush with little giggles seeping through.

A terrible idea sprung into Bill's mind that had him giddy at the thought, and he just couldn't slip it up. "Oh whatever you want Fordsy!" Bill clasped his hands together, twirling them at his side. "How about this, you cue up our last song and I'll make you one last drink, an extra special one just for you!" He insisted, thumb brushing along the curve of Ford's cheek. "How would you like that?"

A sheepish blush tinted the tips of Ford's ears at Bill's offer. "Special, for me?" Even through his drunken stupor he was still honoured at the idea of Bill making something specially for him.

Bill nodded cheerily, well about as much as he can being a triangle. Ford's expression melted into the cutest little smile Bill had ever seen across the universe, and it almost would've made Bill feel bad if he wasn't sure Ford would find this at least a little fun. Well Bill would find it fun, and he was pretty much the target audience to all his actions; Ford would forgive him either way, Bill was sure.

As Ford happily cued up an icelandic pop song that had managed to captivate his attention with it's peppy vibes, Bill mixed a concoction of the nightmare realms finest with gin and coke and a little something special that gave the drink an extra fruity taste, pouring it into a cocktail glass with a rim lined with the interdimensional equivalent of pop rocks. He presented the drink to Ford with a cheeky tilt, excitement strumming along his angles. "Special recipe, best in the universe!"

Ford accepted the drink from Bill, palming the cold glass in his six fingered hand. His lips met the rim as he intook a steady sip, enjoying the burn as it slid down his throat. He hummed in satisfaction, pleasantly surprised by the sweet taste. "Are these pop rocks?"

Bill's eye brightened. "Better! They're like crystallized star fragments, instead of popping like your sad little human version, they're literally exploding in a supernova of taste! Pyronica's idea to add them to drinks, best idea she's ever had!"

Ford dubiously glanced down at the glass in his hand. "Is.. Is this going to kill me?" He nervously inquired, running the calloused pad of his finger along the rim, watching as the candy(?) fizzled on his skin.

Bill let out a hearty laugh at Ford's question. "Of course not, this is the mindscape, nothing can kill you here! Well I guess I could, but don't worry, I wouldn't ever wanna do that to you, Sixer!" Bill would've sworn there was a beady little heart replacing his pupil if he didn't know better. The triangle watched diligently as Ford sipped on the drink throughout the span of the next song, joining in as Ford started to badly slur along with the lyrics.

By the time the song was coming to a close Ford's breathing was laboured and his face was thoroughly flushed from a mix of alcohol and something else he was having trouble placing through the haze of clouded thoughts fogging up his brain. He looked over the rim of the glass as he sipped down the rest of the drink, his heart aching as it met the sight of his beloved muse. He placed the cup atop the karaoke machine to free his hand from the burden of holding it. His head was downcast as he gripped at his sweater over his rapidly beating heart. "Fuck.." He groaned. He could feel Bill's hand in his hair, forcing his head up to meet the triangle's gaze.

"Gee Sixer, you ain't looking too good, you sure you've had enough to drink?" He asked, feigning concern and care. In reality he knew exactly what was wrong, and soon it would have his Fordsy begging.

Ford felt warm, so incredibly warm, it was a comfortless warmth, one humid and suffocating. Something akin to a pain burned within him, asking him for something he didn't quite recognise. "Muse, I think something is wrong," He huffed through languid breaths. "I feel, I feel," He couldn't finish his words, cut off by a sharp pain shooting through him.

The lines around Bill's eye perked up at Ford's words, his core plunging with adrenaline. "Oh yeah? What is it? What're you feeling, Sixer?" Bill joyously questioned. He let his hand fall from Ford's hair to thumb along the ridge of Ford's cheek bone, having to physically refrain himself upon hearing the weak moan that the six fingered man released. Fucking finally, thought the triangle, that song was like three full minutes long!

Bill's cold touch against Ford's hot skin was like salvation, instantly relieving every pain he was experiencing and causing a shiver of pleasure to ripple down his spine. He instantly reached to grip Bill's other hand, desperately pressing it against his face and relishing in the relief it brought him. "Fuck, Bill please, I need- Fuck, Bill, it hurts, please- fuck.." He tried to force out through the constant string of moans that he couldn't seem to prevent from slipping out of him. In all honesty he wasn't sure exactly what he was asking for from Bill, but he trusted Bill to help him, for his god to grace him mercy. He leaned his head against Bill, just below his eye, his nose pressing into his little bow tie. "Damn, feels so good to touch you." He groaned.

Bill was fucking giddy at the sight of Ford, his little scheme had worked better than he'd intended. He cradled Ford's head against him, petting at his hair and tracing his jawline. "Aw, of course I'll help you out Sixer! In fact," Ford perked up curiously, listening intently to every word Bill gifted him. "Since our last time we," Bill trailed off slightly. "Enjoyed each other's company," He settled on. "I've been working on something I think you might like." As Ford settled his focus on Bill to the best of his ability, Bill snapped his fingers and let his form shift, filling up Ford's embrace with the change. He had shifted to a human form, or at least something more humanoid.

Ford's jaw gaped slightly at the sight of Bill's new form, his eyes wide in awe, utterly mesmerized. "It's.. still you?" He asked softly, reaching his hand out to graze along Bill's face where a prominent smile met him.

Bill nodded down at him, abusing the abilities his new neck gave him. "Yep! You like what you see?" He teased, twirling a finger in a tuft of Ford's hair. Bill had been waiting for the perfect moment to unveil his little project, but he found he just couldn't wait any longer, not while Ford looked so fucking cute begging Bill to help him. "It's not perfect yet, haven't gotten around to fleshing out all the kinks," His voice dropped lower as his seductive gaze entranced Ford, "But I'm sure you can help me with that, can't you Iq?"

Ford leaned up, his aching pants of longing ghosting hot air over Bill's lips. "I would be honoured to-" He was cut off by a cry as a particularly frantic pain rushed through him, tears collecting in his eyes as he shoved his face into Bill's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his middle for support as he pushed himself against his muse in search of comfort. "Muse, it hurts, please," Ford's tears bled onto Bill's shoulder, Bill surely thought it was a disgusting feeling, but he didn't say anything. "Please make it better, please Bill, please, I need you."

A shiver ran down Bill's newly formed spine. "Oh boy, well when you say it like that how could I refuse?" The question was rhetorical and he didn't receive an answer except in the form of Ford tightening his hold on the demon, curling closer to his beloved muse. Bill gripped Ford by the scruff of his hair, pulling him back to talk face to face. "If you want, Sixer, I know something that could clear this up real quick." He offered with a mischievous grin so wide it looked like it would tear apart the seams of his face with delight.

Ford smiled warmly at his ever merciful muse. "Yes please, anything!" He was utterly enraptured as Bill leaned down and placed his lips over Ford's, the demon swallowing down every pleased moan from the human as he pushed his tongue into Ford's mouth. The contact washed over him like a wave, taking with it every pain and ache and trouble he'd ever had, his mind never before feeling clearer. Ford was fascinated by the feeling of Bill's intrusion, his eyes fluttered closed as he examined the muscle with his own. Bill's tongue seemed to retain most of the features it had in his original form, it was long and smooth, the biggest difference being the slit that forked it in the middle was larger, dividing the tip of his tongue into two distinct members who met nearer to the base. The change made him think back to their first.. encounter, wondering how this new form's tongue would feel against his throbbing dick. The pain held back by the kiss was starting to return to Ford's body, the kiss soon becoming not enough to hold it at bay. Ford pushed harder against Bill in search of better relief, startling his muse with the harsh force of his actions, but it did little to prevent the pain from returning. "Damn it," He panted in a slush of words, finally parting from Bill, still connected by a thick line of saliva. "I need, I need more, please," He looked up to Bill in desperation, eyes shimmering with fresh tears. "Anything, do anything, just make it stop." He pleaded.

Bill's grin calmed to something a fool may call soft as he looked upon his pained human, the man melting in his arms from discomfort, begging him to fix his problems. Bill almost wanted to drop Ford, let him fall to the floor and sob as his need for Bill grew, but Bill decided to be nice, or at least his version of nice, he'd have Ford crying in another way. He soothed over Ford's hair and kissed away the tears that slipped from the corners of his eyes. "There there, I've got you," He kept one hand to Ford's head as his other slipped between them to undo Ford's pants, slipping the button through the slit and dragging down the zipper at a pace agonizing to Ford. With some assistance from Ford they made hast in pushing his pants down his legs, his boxers quick to follow. Bill gently wrapped a hand around Ford's length, giving it a languid stroke to appease the human. Bill guided him back, pushing him up against the karaoke machine, his ass flattening against the warm screen. He pumped his hand along Ford's cock, pulling strings of beautiful whines from the human. Bill pressed his lips to Ford, tongue begging for entrance that was easily given. "Mm, you're so pretty like this, Sixer, all needy for me" He praised between hungry presses of their mouths, the both of them quickly losing track of who's spit was who's. "Not a thought behind those eyes, is there? Nope, just that dumb little human brain of yours telling you much you want me, isn't that right?" He mocked, quickening the pace of his hand to pull every pretty little sound Bill could from the scientist. "Still, despite being stuck with that sad human brain, you're still one of the smartest people I've met, and I know like, every other god in the universe," His pointed teeth grazed Ford's tongue, drawing blood that tainting their mouths with the taste of iron. The red liquid was like a drug to Bill, intoxicating him with a feeling only Ford had ever managed to give him. Bill wanted to sink his teeth in and rip Ford apart, to drink up every drop of the liquid, to chase the high the taste of Ford gave him, but the urge to preserve the human was stronger, to savor his existence and company. "You really are special, Sixer, my special human, made just for me."

Ford's release came quickly, only a few minutes of appraisal from Bill necessary before he burst, cum spilling over Bill's hand. Bill laughed at how easy it was to make Ford cum in this state, amused by his deteriorated stamina. Ford wanted to be embarrassed from finishing so quickly but he couldn't be bothered as he relished in the relief his release brought him, his pain fading entirely. Bill tilted Ford's head up, forcing eye contact with Ford's half lidded gaze as he lifted his hand and slipped his tongue from between Ford's lips to instead lick up the cum decorating his hand. Ford groaned at the sight, enjoying every moment of Bill's little show. "You wanna know how you taste?" Bill inquired with a tease in his tone, thoroughly surprised when Ford took the initiative of slamming into Bill and connecting their mouths once again, their tongues dancing in a tango of residual lust.

Bill let his hand slide back down Ford's body, this time cupping the man's ass, suppressing a chuckle at the way Ford jolted. Bill kneaded the flesh of Ford's ass as his tongue withdrew from the human's and instead led a trail of spit down his throat, enjoying the feeling of Ford's adam apple bobbing under the muscle as his devotee tried to swallow his nerves. "I'm gonna have so much fun with you like this." He giggled into his human's ear, gently biting his sharp teeth into his lobe. The scientist bit down onto his lip to suppress the groan that urged to slip through. The humanoid triangle enjoyed every second of Ford's pathetic attempts to stifle his reactions. "In this form there are so many more things I can do to that cute human body of yours Fordsy." Bill highlighted his statement with a nip to the side of Ford's throat, applying just enough pressure to break the skin.

The hair on the back of Ford's neck raised to stand, goosebumps coating his arms as a shiver rung through his oversensitive body. "My muse please, stop teasing me."

Bill chuckled, "But don't you remember? You told me I could do anything to you," He reminded his human, a mischievous glint shining in his playful eyes as he watched a blush spread across Ford's face till it reached his ears. "So that's just what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna have my fun while I fuck you senseless." Bill received a shocking shove to his shoulder for that taunt.

"Muse!" Ford exclaimed bashfully, his face enveloped by violent hues of red. "Please, don't be so crass!" The human could've died right there and then from his muse's blunt words, his mind flashing to memories of early Saturday mornings spent listening to polite small talk made between his parents and the rabbi about some new law that had been proposed. His old rabbi probably would've considered everything he was doing a sin, but it was for science, Ford reminded himself.

The demon cackled, "Really Ford? You just came all over my hand and you're going to choose now to be a prude?" He found the playful pout that planted itself on Ford's face cute, not letting it deter him. "You saying you don't want me to see what happens when I stick this thing's dick in you?"

"No!" Ford rushed to disagree, surprising even himself. He couldn't deny he was curious, how could he not be? He wanted to explore every inch of this new form of Bill's, to learn every little secret, and to of course find out what it felt like to have him inside of him. Naturally, that curiosity overwhelmed the others. Ford ran his hands along Bill's arms, leaning up and kissing under his chin in light pecks of affection. "I need to feel you inside of me, for my journals," The thought brought forth a recollection of when his muse had tried to explain to him the way his people fornicated. "I need to know what's it like, to write down every little detail of us.. merging."

Bill found himself being the one to flush upon hearing Ford's assurance, his form emanating a light pink glow, his thin pupils definitely morphing into hearts now. Bill felt almost grateful that Ford was still tucked under his chin, not able to see the embarrassing display this form was making of Bill. The demon made quick work of gripping Ford by the hips and flipping him around, pressing his chest to the human's back as Ford's arms held onto the edge of the karaoke machine to support his weight. As Bill's chest pressed against the human's back, the humanoid triangle noticed something that managed to easily piss him off, there was still too much clothing between his skin and Ford's, they had managed to work his devotee's lower apparel off earlier, and Ford had shredded his trench coat sooner rather than later into the night, but that still left Ford's cozy little sweater vest and button up.

Luckily the scientist got the clue when Bill started tugging at the fabric, pulling his sweater vest over his head before fumbling with his buttons, his muse reaching from behind him to assist in the effort till the man was able to shrug the item of clothing from his shoulders. Bill snapped his fingers to dispose of the clothes still adorning his own form, letting out a soft sigh of relief when he wrapped his arms around Ford's mid-section and pressed his bare chest to the skin of Ford's back. Ford chuckled lightly at Bill's actions, his face flushed with flattery at the way his god clinged to him. "Are you comfortable, My Muse?" The question was spoken with care, not a trace of mockery in his voice, and despite not expecting an answer, he received one after all.

"Very," The demon mumbled, pressing his face into Ford's neck. "Can't wait to merge with you, to press my angles into yours till our souls collide." To Ford it was just pretty gibberish, but to Bill, it was an intimate admission he only made knowing Ford didn't understand the true meaning.

The scientist hummed. "You'll be able to feel it, it will be a pleasure to you as well, even in this form?" Inquired the researcher, ever eager for knowledge, especially when the subject was his muse. Oh how he wished to carve into the mind of the one he had dedicated his years to, and was ready to dedicate so much more to, to pick his brain in the metaphorical and literal sense, to know Bill Cipher in every way there was to.

Bill nodded against Ford. "Mhm, it'll transfer, the form will work as a conduit between you and my true form." He released Ford's mid-section, using one hand to instead grip the human's chin, the other lifting two finger to prod at the entrance to Ford's mouth. "Now open up."

"Explain it to me, in detail, I want to know everything." Requested the man before he let his mouth fall open, welcoming Bill's fingers into the warm cavern of his wet mouth. He twirled his tongue around Bill's digits, coating them in a layer of his spit.

Bill found the pink glow around him brighten at Ford's actions, something in the back of his mind awakening at the feeling. Fuck, was he like super into this? Bill shook away the thought of getting his Fordsy's tongue around something besides his fingers, opting to instead delve into an explanation of his how the form worked. "Like I said, the form works as a sort of conduit, like jumper cables hooked up to a car battery, it's connected to every nerve in my true body and replicates each sensation while relaying the response of brain waves to illicit the proper response that's been programmed into this form's body, the neural path ways have to opened with an incredibly high voltage of- fuck," He interrupted his own explanation as Ford's tongue wrapped around his fingers before delving between them to pry them apart and lick at them individually before forcing them together with the muscle as he gave the digits a soft suck. "You, uh, you're really getting into this, ain't you IQ?" Bill tried to laugh off the deepening blush but completely failed when he felt Ford push his ass back up against him, a sputtering moan slipping out of him completely out of his own control. "Fcu- fuck!" Bill stuttered. He released his grip of Ford's chin to reach his hand down and fist his own dick, his breathing hitching in his throat as he began to stroke himself.

Ford's own breath stuttered to a halt as he realised what was transpiring behind him, a groan catching in his throat at the mental image, Bill's fingers sliding from his mouth. After a few more pumps Bill forced himself to pull his hand away and distract it by gripping Ford's hip, not wanting to cum just yet, not without Ford, not when he wasn't inside Ford. The demon took his sufficiently wettened fingers and grazed them along the human's rim in a teasing massage before slipping them inside, slowly working them deeper into the man till he was down to the knuckle. Ford's jaw hung open in a permanent gasp as he adjusted to the pressure, softly sputtered whines slipping out of his mouth alongside a line of drool as Bill began to stretch his fingers, prying apart Ford's inner walls.

Bill had to suppress the urge to push further, faster, harder, as he watched the drool drip from his human's bruised lips and his favourite little noises reverberate in the air of the mindscape. "Damn Sixer, you're practically brain dead just from two fingers, makes me wonder how long you'll last on my dick before your mindscape collapses." He laughed.

Ford's teeth bit into his lip till red pooled from the puncture, blood mixing with spit as he tried to ignore Bill's mocking taunts. As his body began to adjust he started to feel the pleasure from the intrusion crawl up his spine and ripple through his body in bursts of satisfaction. He found himself rocking back into Bill's touch, trying to search for a better angle. Bill pumped his fingers in a slow drawl, teasing the bundle of nerves inside Ford with soft presses. He would be gentle for now, he had decided, build up till he had Ford sobbing and begging for his mercy. Bill's slow pace was cruel, forcing Ford to feel every little drag of his fingers as he pulled them back before carefully thrusting them back, each deliberate motion pulling a whine from his human. Bill leaned in to whisper in the scientist's ear, "Just tell me when you're ready to take me."

Ford's face was flushed with a harsh blush at the feeling of only Bill's fingers within him, he wasn't sure he'd ever be ready to handle his muse's cock filling him, even if the form Bill was using was just some sort of projection, just a tool Bill was using to play with Ford, the thought of his muse seating himself inside of Ford's body still felt too intimate, something he as a meager disciple didn't feel worthy of, not from a god like Bill. But Ford yearned for Bill in a way that made him want to ignore Bill's divine statues, to pretend Bill really was someone capable of loving a pathetic human like him. The thought to ignore such a vital piece of what made Bill who he was made shame root itself into his stomach.

Ford wanted Bill, he wanted every part of him, even if he didn't believe he deserved to so much as witness it. He didn't just want, when it came to Bill, he needed, he needed to be everything Bill wanted, to be near to him, to please him, to feel him, to taste him. He wanted everything Bill was, wanted to inject the very essence of Bill into his veins. "I'm ready." His voice wasn't very convincing as it wavered but Ford figured it was good enough for Bill.

Bill withdrew his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, loving the shudder that crawled along Ford's back when they finally left him. Bill used his now freed hand to grip Ford's other hip, using his hold as leverage to manhandle the scientist around as Bill aligned himself with Ford's opening. His tip prodded the entrance, inching in slowly before stopping entirely, barely half of the way in, stilling his movements as he became overwhelmed by the sensation of Ford's walls clenching around his cock, an indelicate moan strangling it's way out of his body, making quite the song alongside Ford's whimpers. "F-Fuck Fordsy, when I was making this form I didn't really consider just how tight you were." He struggled to say. His grip on Ford tightened as he pressed his face into Ford's neck, biting down into the flesh while he bottomed out with a final harsh thrust.

The forceful motion caused Ford's eyes to clench shut, a cry wracking his throat at the sensation of his muse ramming into him. He moaned Bill's name as his muse started to move, setting a pace of gentle thrusts. Bill didn't release his hold on Ford's throat, keeping his teeth seated in his flesh, biting down harder every time he felt Ford's muscles constrict around his length. Ford's face felt as though it was on fire, burning with pleasure and embarrassment at the sounds he couldn't stop from escaping at the overwhelming sensations his body was intaking. He let his mind become completely infested with Bill, consumed eagerly by his Muse's very existence, every thought that of the god who was snapping his hips to meet his.

Bill was thoroughly enjoying himself, promising himself to do this again when the portal was open, to break in his 3d form by breaking Ford in. He retracted his teeth from Ford, greedily licking up the blood that spilled from the gashes. He pulled his face away to catch a glimpse of Ford's expression, his motions stuttering at the sight that met him. Ford's face was entirely flushed, hues of pink and red spreading across his cheeks like budding flowers, huffs of hot breath blowing in front of his face as whimpers and moans left his kiss bruised lips, drool slipping in a glistening line down his chin, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. "Damn it Sixer," He groaned. "So fucking pretty," Bill thrusted with more force to punctuate his statement, particularly liking the way it made Ford's clench his eyes shut causing the tears to slip down his flushed cheeks. "So perfect for me," Bill mewled into Ford's ear. "I'm gonna show you the universe, Fordsy, gonna help you rule the world."

Ford wasn't sure his face could get any more red, but Bill's praise caused a flourish of pride to surge within the human that made the alcohol in his stomach churn and his features to burn. He needed more. "F-Faster, my muse please." He pleaded, his hips digging back to pull Bill deeper into him.

Bill happily obliged his human, speeding up the pace of his motions and guiding Ford's hips to help him meet each thrust. "Can't wait for that portal to be open, I'm gonna have so much fun with you, then I'll really get to show you off, my perfect genius," Bill was fairly certain Ford wasn't listening at his point, too caught up in the brutal pleasure his muse was forcing through him to pay attention to anything being said, the only response Bill received being whimpered moans. "Gonna introduce you to all my friends, they're gonna love you just as much as I d-" Bill cut himself off in surprise, his hips stuttering to a halt.

Ford's mind dawned with confusion. He looked over his shoulder to Bill's wide eyed stare, unsure what exactly had changed in the past second, had he done something wrong? Had he displeased his god? "My muse?" Ford's slurred question seemed to jolt Bill out of his thoughts. But Ford didn't get an answer for his inquiry, at least not one of words, instead Bill hastily resumed an agonizing pace of harsh thrusts, completely distracting the scientist from the expression the humanoid triangle had previously been adorned with. Though the concerns still sung in the back of the man's mind, had he upset Bill? Was he not reacting right? Was he doing something wrong? Was he not doing enough? Perhaps he should-

"Stop it." Bill ordered, his voice stern as he held back his own moans. "I can hear you thinking, don't do anything," He took a hand from Ford's hip to instead grip the genius' chin, directing him to meet Bill's lips. Bill pulled away to meet Ford's lidded gaze, relishing every drop of adoration that shined in the scientist's eyes, or perhaps those were more tears, either way Bill found himself fucking loving it. "Stay just like this for me, Fordsy, just like this, can you do that for me?" Bill's smile stretched across his face at the dumb little nod Ford barely managed to execute while Bill continued roughly thrusting into his tight hole.

"A-Anything for you my muse." Ford staggered in his words, not wanting to leave his muse without a proper answer. He was soon rewarded with Bill leaving a trail of daisied kisses along his neck, in the same location his god had previously wounded him using his sharp, razor like teeth. He felt a hand plant itself in his hair and tug his head back, being met with Bill's lips colliding with his in a messy mash. Ford became undone in that second, biting down on Bill's tongue as he came. Bill fucked Ford through his release, though he did calm the amount of force he used to snap their hips together. When the scientist finally came down from his high, he quickly noticed the taste of pins and needles on his tongue. He was instantly confused by the feeling, his blissed mind taking several moments to process the realisation that he had bitten Bill, and obviously had drawn whatever weird blood was running through him. He quickly starting sputtering apologies when it finally clicked to him. "My muse! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I can't apologise enough!"

Bill chuckled behind Ford, leaning his head atop the genius' back. He was sincerely amused by Ford's rampant apologies, since in reality Ford had nothing to be sorry for because Bill had thought it was hot as fuck. "Chillax Fordsy, you could never really hurt me," He assured, the hand still buried in Ford's hair massaging it's fingers against the human's scalp. "So how'd you like it, a god's blood? Was it tasty, Fordsy?"

Ford's chest constricted at Bill's words, his heart pounding so hard it rattled his rib cage. "It tasted like static," He admitted. "Makes me feel.. feel," He couldn't quite finish the sensation.

"Powerful?" The demon tried to finish for him.

"Lightheaded." The human corrected. It was like a drug taking over his system, a pit of nausea forming in his stomach as his hands began to tremble under his weight. He felt like he had just ingested a toxic dose of lithium, was that what Bill's blood consisted of, wondered the human.

"Well you should feel lucky, there are people all over the galaxy who would commit atrocities for some of my blood." Admitted the demon. It was true, he was a hot commodity after all, and not just because of his devilish good looks.

Ford smiled back at him. "Of course I'm lucky, you have granted me the greatest gift of knowing you, Bill Cipher." The man's words sent something flying through Bill's heart, landing square in it's core where it dug itself a home to fester in. Ford felt like he had been sucker punched when he felt Bill suddenly thrust forward again, a gasp catching in the man's throat. Bill dropped Ford's hair, letting the scientist's head drop as he panted out his surprise. The humanoid triangle slid his hand down around his devotee to grasp at his pink dusted dick, pumping his hand to the rhythm of his hips. "Bill!" Ford sobbed, being completely overcome with the feeling of overstimulation, every little feeling seemingly amplified by the lingering taste of his muse's blood in his mouth and his previous two releases. "S-Sensitive." Mewled the man.

"I know, I know," Bill assured, trying to comfort his human by placing gentle kisses to the skin of his back. "Just a little bit more, one more time, just one more, for me," Ford whined in distress at the idea of continuing for another round but nodded easily enough at the idea of Bill cumming alongside him this time. "Doing so good, holding up so good for me," Ford had to refrain himself from cumming at the sound of Bill's gratifying words that slipping out with his groans. "S-Say the thing," Bill stuttered, barely audible as he worked his way to his own completion. "Call me your muse, say it, just one time for me." He needed to hear him say it, to be reminded just how highly Ford viewed him, how important he thought he was.

Ford made hast to meet his god's request. "My muse, you're my muse."

"One more time." Ordered Bill.

"You're my muse, my inspiration, my motivation." Ford's grip on the karaoke machine below him tightened as the muscles in his legs constricted while he tried not to let the overwhelming sensations completely dissolve his mind. Tears slipped from his eyes in glistening gushes but he paid them no mind as he thought only of how to please his muse.

"Again, say it again, now." Bill's movements were becoming rougher as he desperately tried to fall over that edge.

"You're my muse, a being of infinite knowledge, the sun in my galaxy, the moon to my night, my center of gravity, the star in my eye," His praises were cut off by Bill finally falling apart behind him, clinging to Ford's back as they came together, Ford's entire focus latching onto the feeling of the strange fluid pumping out of Bill's member and into Ford's ass while Ford found himself cumming for the third time that night.

They remained still as they both worked through the powerful waves of pleasure and emotions that were drowning them, a silent agreement between the two to just bask in each other's presence. Ford was utterly wrecked, his head was foggy, his mouth felt fuzzy from the thrumming feeling of pins and needles that danced down his throat, his hands were shaking, his entire body bleeding with shivers, but it was all overshadowed by the way Bill's cum was spilling into him.

Bill needed to be close to Ford, everything in his body telling him to get closer, to press deeper into him, to merge their angles. His arms wrapped securely around the human's torso, pushing the man up into his chest, digging his face between Ford's shoulder blades, his cheek sticking to the sweat covered skin. "I love you." He whispered against him. His heart began to ache when Ford didn't respond, didn't acknowledge Bill had spoken at all.

But Ford was stuck entirely in his own thoughts, his mind bouncing between focuses. His cum was getting on the karaoke machine, Bill was still inside him, everything was spinning, Bill's cum was spilling out of him and following the curve of his leg, he couldn't remember what day it was, his legs hurt, his mouth felt funny, his dick was weeping with oversensitivity, his ears were ringing, he couldn't quite remember where he was, new confusing thoughts just kept coming as his mind started to fizzle out of his control.

Bill would've started getting angry that he had been left on heard if it wasn't for the fact that Ford promptly collapsed in the demon's arms before he could, sufficiently startling the humanoid triangle. Bill's eyes shot wide as his human went limp in his hold, becoming increasingly relieved that his arms were already tightly wound around the scientist. Bill pulled out of Ford reluctantly, settling them both onto the ground with Ford propped up in the demon's lap. The muse tilted Ford's head with a hand under his chin before forcing his lips to part, Bill almost winced at the sight that greeted him, his Ford's tongue stained a silver colour, Bill's blood. The demon frowned. "Gee Sixer, you really managed to nick me didn't you?" Ford was barely able to respond by meeting Bill's eyes in his dazed state. "You know, this stuff really isn't meant for human consumption," He tried to laugh but Ford was starting to freak him out with his lack of responses. He was suddenly hit with the memory of just how weak humans were, his heart starting to race as he noticed just how much Ford was shaking in his hold. "Fordsy?" No response. Bill gripped the sides of the man's head, pressing together their foreheads. A glow of yellow emanated from Bill as he used his powers to try sedating the effects of the lithium in his blood, only pulling away when he heard Ford start to hum. A grin stretched across Bill's face. "Sixer, you okay?" He asked, poorly hiding the urgency in his voice.

Ford nodded stiffly. "B-Better." He answered properly. He was still shaking, his ears were still ringing, but his head was slightly clearer now as he gazed up at his muse. "Just, hold me, please my muse." He smiled softly when he felt Bill's arms curl around him in an instant, grateful to have such a merciful and kind god.

Bill kept his hold tight, embracing his human with a care he had only ever given to one other being in the universe, but he didn't want to think about Ax in that moment, now, this care was reserved for Ford, and Ford only. Though he'd never say so aloud, not even to himself. Even though only seconds ago he had made a total fool of himself with his pathetic, utterly meaningless, silly little love confession. Yep, totally meaningless. Bill would just have to keep telling himself that till it was true, he couldn't admit he loved him, everything always went wrong when he loved them. Fuck, Bill needed a fucking drink before these thoughts got truly out of hand. He conjured one into his hand and took a large swig, downing the liquid in one go and becoming fascinated by the physical reaction the form had to it, he felt warm. He looked down to Ford, cozied up against him, and he felt warmer. Bill wrapped his legs around Ford and buried his eyes in the curve of the human's neck. "You're so much better than them all, you understand, don't you Fordsy?" Bill could feel Ford's hum of agreeance vibrate in his throat. "Not even my henchmaniacs understand like you do." He could feel a chuckle dying in Ford's throat. "What?"

"Henchmaniacs?" Ford mumbled in question, barely cognizant.

Bill's eyes narrowed. "Yeah, it's like my nickname for my friends, what? You don't like it?"

Ford shook his head. "It's just rather silly is all."

Bill smiled again. "Perfect, just how I like it." they sat in silence for another moment, Bill entirely content to just enjoy having Ford in his arms, though it'd be nicer when he could do it in a physical form. He really needed that portal open. Then he and Ford could make them all see, could make everyone who doubted them eat their words, literally if they had to. Bill found himself absentmindedly drawing shapes along Ford's skin, a thin line of magic following his movements like the glow of a sparkler.

He loved the feeling of Ford's skin against his, the urge to be closer still echoing within him. He wanted to feel Ford's bones gnash against his own under his skin, to feel the beat of their hearts sync up, to feel Ford's thoughts swirl alongside his, to feel Ford's skin layered atop his. He yearned for their beings to be one, to share in every experience together. Perhaps it was the afterglow of what had just transpired between them, but Bill didn't ever think his longing for Ford would disperse, he knew it would fester in his bones till it destroyed him, but he payed the thought no mind as Ford leaned his head back to smile up at him. Something so soft, so gentle, so kind, so oblivious. Bill couldn't help but smile back, enjoying the soft features Ford graced him with while they lasted, Bill was sure that given time Ford would see him how he was supposed to, a monster. A monster. A monster. A monster. The screams, the cries of terror, the burning- fuck Bill needed a stronger fucking drink. Bill captured his devotee in a kiss, keeping his lips clasped tightly closed so none of his blood could seep into Ford's mouth.

Ford melted into the touch, not that there was much keeping him stable anyhow. "I need to write of this experience in my journal at once," He decided, speaking against Bill's lips. "I don't want to forget any of this when I sober up."

"Your vocabulary is surprisingly in tact for someone practically high on god blood." Bill laughed. "Aren't you planning to publish those journals of yours?"

Ford thought over the point Bill was making. "Maybe the details of this exchange should just stay between us." He decided. "You'll make sure I don't forget it, right my muse?" He loathed the thought of this evening being lost to his sober mind, wanting to eternally remember the feeling of Bill Cipher's dick planted firmly in his ass.

A smirk took over Bill's fabricated features. "Oh Fordsy, I'm gonna keep playing this memory in your head till it drives you crazy!" He leaned down to Ford's ear, his smirk widening as he whispered. "I'd like to see you try to a keep a straight face in front of that hillbilly moron while I'm playing the memory of me fucking you silly in the back of your head, reminding you of just how quickly I ruined you."

Ford felt his shivers increase at Bill's taunt. "Don't call him that." He insisted, the hairs on the back of his neck rising with a nervous energy. He didn't want to displease his muse, but he couldn't just listen to him talk about Fiddleford like that.

Bill scowled, not failing to notice the way Ford flinched at the sight, in fact he enjoyed it. "Who's dick was just in you?"

"Yours." Ford answered, his face burning at having to say it aloud.

"And who's dick wasn't just in you?" Bill traced triangles into Ford's hip as he spoke.

Ford paused, unsure of the right way to answer. "Everyone else's?" Confusion dripped into his voice, his eyes narrowed in uncertainty.

Bill couldn't help the hearty laugh that burst from him, bordering on a maniacal cackle as he leaned back with the force of it. "You are a riot, Sixer!" He hollered. Bill used his leverage on Ford's hips to grind him against his dick. "Could just fuck you again right now."

Ford sputtered at the feeling and declaration. "B-Bill please, I'm still," He didn't get to finish what he was saying as Bill wrapped his hand down and pumped the scientist's dick in his fist. A strangled sob of a moan ripped up his throat as he threw his head back against Bill's shoulder.

"Sensitive?" Bill finished, tightening his hold on Ford and reveling in the way it made the man squirm.

"Please Bill, my muse, I can't, not again, please, I can't handle it, not another one, please," He desperately mewled, his hands shooting down to grip the arm Bill had connected to his member. He wanted to let Bill do as he pleased, but his flushed length ached with overstimulation as his tip wept. "My muse, I need a break, please."

Bill's eyes glimmered with amusements at the way his human's eyes pleaded for solace, he was temped to relent but the urge to play further with his favourite toy was overwhelming. He dragged his grip slowly downward, a hand pressed flat to Ford's chest to keep them connected as Ford's back arched, a pained moan stuttering out of him as tears flowed down his pinkened cheeks. Bill marveled at the control he had over Ford's body, with just one touch he could bring the man to tears in his arms and he'd still be regarded as a god. "Come on Stanford, just one more? It would make me soo happy." He watched the conflict behind the man's half lidded eyes, knowing exactly the answer he'd receive.

Ford was startled by the lack of nickname, and the way Bill said it? It almost made it seem like his god was begging him for once, the thought shot right to his cock, stroking his ego. He planted his face in the crook of Bill's neck for comfort before nodding for Bill to continue, and continue he did, setting a cruel pace of slow drawls along the scientist's dick. "So cute, ain't you Fordsy? You'd let me do anything to you, wouldn't you?" Ford bit his lip, the action doing nothing to dissipate the pathetic noises that slipped out of him as easily as the cum that dribbled down his tip as Bill sped up the pumps of his hand around Ford. Ford wanted to deny it, to claim he still had some semblance of dignity and control, but the way he cried in Bill's arms, his tears cascading down Bill's collarbones as he harshly came, shooting his load of cum atop his and Bill's intertwined legs, proved any dignity he had to be lost among his feelings for his god.

"Aw, that's alright Sixer, I forgive you." Cooed Bill, twirling some of Ford's chest hair around one of his pointed fingers.

"F-Forgive me?" Ford hesitantly inquired, looking up to his muse for answers, Bill looking back with what Ford thought to be a kind, gentle, almost loving smile.

Bill gave him a peck on the cheek. "Of course, you came so quickly it ruined all my fun." The humanoid triangle pouted.

Ford's eyes widened in horror as he hastened to apologise. "I'm so sorry my muse, I didn't mean to, I just couldn't take it, please, you must accept my apology."

Bill lifted an eyebrow. "I must?"

Ford's eyes widened further. "No! I just mean I would be so grateful if you did is all!" His panic was evident in the rush of his words. The idea of Bill being mad at him pulling at his heartstrings till they snapped.

Bill laughed, Ford's worried frown deepened. "It's fine Fordsy, I already forgive you." He really was enjoying this, Ford's flushed and tear stained face, the desperation in his voice, the plead for assurance in his eyes, the way his hands clung to Bill. Bill could get used to this, really used to it. He lifted hand to cradle Ford's cheek, his smile growing as Ford leaned into the touch, leaning down to kiss at the tear tracks that burned the man's skin. "Oh Sixer, how could I ever stay mad at something so beautiful."

"Beautiful?" Ford didn't mean to say it aloud but his brain still wasn't functioning right, he supposed.

"As the stars." Bill answered, examining every detail of Ford's current state, committing every askew strand of hair to memory.

Ford pressed himself impossibly closer to his muse, a smile becoming firmly planted to his face. "Thank you my muse, always so kind." And he truly believed that, every word he said. 

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Bill's eye was smooshed into the bar counter, twinkles dancing behind his eyelid as a frustrated groan reverberated from his throat. "Gimme another." He slurred together, pushing forward the tall glass he had been drinking from to the other side of the bar. Him and his henchmaniacs were out, celebrating Keyhole's anniversary of joining the gang. It was a needless party but they'd take every excuse to get wasted, and they all knew how much Bill needed the distraction from his current.. rivalry. Ever since that dumbass hillbilly ruined everything he had been a little bit of a mess.. okay, a lot a bit. But when his favourite human fell through the portal, pushed by his own brother, Bill thought that perhaps the turn of events could force Ford into joining him, that his human would come running to Bill, begging him to forgive him and save him from the deranged place he'd landed himself in by defying Bill. But instead Ford managed to survive just fucking fine without Bill, he even managed to make a well known name for himself, sure it was an outlawed name but it was something. Bill was shocked by the audacity of his ex.. -devotee to dedicate his life to destroying Bill. Who, by his own account, had done nothing wrong! He had only ever given Ford what he wanted! So what if every now and then he might have influenced what Ford wanted, in the end Ford's the one who got to say the word. Bill had promised Ford the world, and Ford had spat on it, Bill was the one who should be feeling betrayed! So here he was, doing just that, feeling betrayed as he drowned his sorrows in a sea of disgustingly bitter drinks.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut you off for the night." Informed the bartender, who clearly seemed to have a death wish as he ignored all the gestures of warning being waved behind Bill by various odd looking patrons.

Bill lifted himself from the surface of the bar, blearily blinking his eye open to stick the bartender with a hateful glare. "Excuse me?"

"Look dude, I don't want to be liable if you get alcohol poisoning, I'm just trying to do my job here." Waved off the man as he took the glass away from Bill, pulling it away from the triangle.

Bill stared at him for a minute before snapped his fingers with an unchanging bored expression. With the snap of his fingers all the bones in the man's body exploded into little shards that shot in all directions, embedding themselves in his flesh and organs. He writhed on the floor as a disgusting mass of organic material, soaking in a pool of his green blood. "Pick a different job next time." Bill snided over the sounds of pained screams coming from the mushy remains. "Pyronica! Make me a drink, the bartender killed himself." He fussed, falling forward again onto the bar counter.

Pyronica slid over the counter and got to work mixing a drink for the triangle, completely unbothered by the dying alien as she picked up strangely shaped bottles. "Sure thing, bossman!" She cheered, skillfully twirling a cocktail shaker in one hand while the other plucked a martini glass from a rack. She popped the cap off and poured the red drink into the triangular shaped cup, popping in a cherry and lining the rim with Bill's favourite stardust candy. She slid it over the bar, letting it tap against his finger so he knew it was there. "You're favourite! Something sweet ought'a cheer you up!" She beamed with understanding as she lit the tip of her claw like a match to set the drink ablaze.

Bill felt the fragile glass, running his thumb along it's stem. "Thanks Py." He mumbled, lifting himself to take a drink, his eye shifting to catch the liquid as he tilted the cup forward. The taste of stardust lingered in his mouth, his mind wondering against his will to memories of Ford's reaction to the candy. Before his mind could torture him further with a trip down memory lane however, someone very loudly barged into the bar, the door swinging to bang into the wall.

"Lord Cipher!" They called, earning a fraction of his attention. "Someone broke into the hideout!"

Bill deadpanned. "So you came all the way here to interrupt my night instead of just killing them yourself?" He almost laughed at their stupidity. He turned to Pyronica with a judgment in his eye as he jabbed his thumb in the interloper's direction, as if to silently ask, "Why the fuck did I hire this guy?" Pyronica shrugged. "Ugh, I'll deal with it!" He threw back the last of the drink in his hand, his tongue sliding out to lick up the rest of the candy on the rim. With a snap of his fingers he teleported back to their headquarters, hovering right behind the intruder. His eyes landed on the back of their oblivious head before he quickly snapped his fingers again and popped back into the bar. "Why the fuck didn't you say it was Sixer?!"

"You didn't ask." Simply the stated the henchmaniac from before.

"Ugh, you idiot!" Bill groaned. He couldn't face Ford, not now, not like this! He hadn't seen him in so fucking long, Ford had disappeared to go gallivant with some other dumbass human man in the multiverse, some idiot with dumb blue hair that Bill swore an instant loathing upon seeing the way he smiled at Ford in the photo used to announce the collective bounty on their head. And now Ford had walked straight into his lair, right into his personal chambers. His human was looking for him, obviously. Bill silently hoped it was to apologise, but he'd be surprised due to how strongly his Ford was committing to holding onto his silly pride.

"He's got a point boss." Commented Keyhole.

"You shut up, I will not hesitate to kill you on your anniversary!" Bill shouted, pointing in Keyhole's direction. He straightened his hat and nervously tussled with his bow tie. "How do I look?" He asked, looking between his friends for answers. He already knew he looked like shit, but he was fishing for complements here, just something to give him a little pep to handle Ford.

"Bloodshot?" Hesitantly spoke Teeth.

Bill's eye twitched. "Good enough." He rolled his eye before snapping his fingers again, once again teleporting behind the intruder, Ford. Bill opened his arms in an almost welcoming manner. "Sixer!" He exclaimed, causing the man in question to swivel around, his arms quickly shooting up to meet Bill with the barrel of a rather large gun. Bill's eye flicked down to the weapon being shoved at him. "Kinky."

Ford's face flushed with embarrassment. "Shut up, you devil!" He yelled. "This device has been made to put an end to your terror!" Ford felt weak in the knees as he faced Bill, his muse, his betrayer. He blinked away tears of anger. Just that, anger. Nothing else. Ford couldn't help but notice how disheveled Bill looked, his bow tie was barely holding together, his hat was falling over itself, and his eye looked fresh of tears. His hold on the gun in his hands relaxed for a moment as he thought of what could have Bill so distraught looking. Could it be because of him..? Ford shook the thought away. Of course not, Bill didn't care about him. He never had.

"Aww, don't be so serious IQ!" Bill flapped his hand down in dismissal. "First time you're seeing me in, what? A year?" He hadn't been counting, definitely not. He totally just had the number 487 memorised for nothing. It absolutely was not the amount of days between his last interaction with Ford. Nope, don't be stupid. Stop being stupid! "And you're not even gonna ask how I've been doing before trying to kill me?" Bill tsked, "Very bad manners." Waving a finger like he was telling off a child.

Ford's scowl persisted, his teeth grinding against each other in his mouth. How could Bill be acting so casual right now? The audacity, thought Ford. "I don't care how you have been, I'm going to kill you right here and now and that is all that will matter!" He pushed the gun up to Bill, his grip tightening while his hands shook with anger. That's it, he was just angry, he wasn't scared, he needed to believe that. He wasn't scared.

Bill scoffed and crossed his arms, doing a poor job at hiding how strongly Ford's words affected him. "Of course you don't care, never really did." He muttered, his eye shooting to stare at the floor. Bill couldn't stand the sight of Ford, the way he looked at him with such hatred, as if the time they spent together meant nothing, like Bill meant nothing. He had been nothing before, he despised the feeling, he was a star now. He knew for a long time, in the back of his mind, that Ford could never care for what Bill really was, that Ford just wanted him for what he could help him accomplish, but it still stung when Ford proved him right time and time again.

Ford's blood ran with a cold, seething rage. How could Bill say Ford never cared? Ford had spent years caring, thrown away night after night on 'caring' about Bill, worrying, longing, loving. Fuck, had he loved him. And now Bill says he never cared? Ford let out what could amount to a war cry as he shoved Bill up against the wall of the room, the gun against his lower half pinning him in place. "How fucking dare you!" Ford watched Bill's eye widen in surprise and some part of him enjoyed the thought that he had startled the demon, another worried how Bill would retaliate. "Saying I don't care as if I didn't spend countless nights working on your portal, worshiping you, worrying if you'd disappear!" Ford could feel tears stinging his eyes again but he ignored the sensation, instead focusing on the feeling of his finger against the trigger. The feeling was calming, reassuring. "But nothing I did would have been enough for you, would it? Because all you ever cared about, was taking the world as your own!"

Bill tensed, he had never just wanted the world for himself, he had thought he made that clear to Ford, how could his human be so forgetful? He had wanted to share it, to rule it alongside Ford. Even if he found another world, one he could access easier, one that would be a quicker catch, It wouldn't have mattered because Ford wouldn't have been there, Ford wouldn't have been at his side, Ford wouldn't have greeted him when he arrived. "Your world!" He shouted back.

"You were my world!" Cried Ford, jamming the gun into Bill, trying to ignore the tremors in his hands, trying to ignore the tears his body was somehow managing to produce. It was astonishing considering his current physical state, but when he was around Bill, the triangle just happened to pull these impossibilities out of Ford, because with Bill nothing was impossible, at least to Ford. "You were my everything, my muse, my god, my friend," His voice broke. "I knew I would never be everything to you," Bill chose not to comment about how wrong Ford was, to keep quiet and bury the unconscious thought. "But I thought, maybe, I could be enough still," Ford stared at his muse, his heart aching in his chest with every beat. His lungs stuttered in their intake, his breathes becoming unsteady. "Why couldn't I be enough?" His voice was quiet as he asked it, scared of every possible answer.

Bill's expression was tired, truly unknowing what to say. Why wasn't Ford enough? Why was he always so hungry for more? Why couldn't he stop? A memory flashed in the back of his mind of his mother advising him not to bite off more than he could chew, and he remembered, her voice dissolving into screams of agony in the back of his mind. That's why he couldn't stop, he could never stop, if he stopped it would all catch up to him, he'd be faced with every memory. He felt his head getting foggy, he needed another drink. "Nothing ever is."

Ford's eyes widened, taken aback by the response, it isn't one he was expecting, but still one he wasn't prepared for, because he wasn't prepared for any response. Nothing could have comforted him, nothing could have lifted the burden he felt. When he had fallen into the portal, and saw Bill for that first time, he had wanted his muse to tell him it was all a lie, a joke, a cruel prank, that his betrayal was nothing but something done to get a quick laugh out of the triangle, anything but what it was, anything but all there was. But his muse let him down in this regard. He found his muse had let him down quite a lot, even before the betrayal, and many times since. "I loved you." He admitted sourly.

Bill's eye was cold as it looked at Ford, his core lit aflame and put out by waves of anger and sadness. "That's your own fault, Sixer."

Ford's expression fell, his eyes washing with anguish, his heart being broken by Bill for the hundredth time. "What?" He shook, searching Bill for something, anything but nothing. But that's all there was, nothing, not an ounce of any feeling for Ford, not that he could find and not that Bill would ever show him.

"I never asked you to love me," Bill's lid ticked down into a scowl. "I asked you to work for me, you chose to love me all on your own," Bill's form grew larger, shoving Ford away, watching with amusement as his human staggered to catch himself. "Stop pretending I forced you into those feelings, I didn't pretend to be anything I wasn't, I didn't make you fall for me, you jumped and got mad when I caught you!" He stalked towards Ford, every move he made forward being met with Ford stepping back. "You act like I was the only one being selfish with the portal, but you wanted it for selfish reasons too, you weren't building it to help humanity, you were building it for bragging rights! So you could show off and be famous!" He only stopped his movements when Ford was the one up against a wall, trapped in place by Bill's hands at the side of his head. "I don't understand, I would have given you so much more than that, I could have made you a king, a god, a being of unfathomable power, you would have had anything you wanted, you wouldn't have even had to ask because I would have made sure it was already yours!" He ranted, his form turning a sharp red. "So answer me, why couldn't that be enough?" He practically snarled. Why hadn't Ford joined him? Bill had given him every opportunity to make things right, to fix what he had done. Bill would have forgiven Ford for not opening the portal if all he did was ask, crawl into his arms and say he was sorry, give him a kiss and insist he'd never disobey his god again. But Ford never did, he chose the harshities of this reality instead of Bill, chose to fight the triangle at every opportunity rather than accept the comforts Bill could provide him, rather than accept the safety Bill would shield him in. How could Ford refuse him and all he could give? How could he choose a life of near ends instead of letting Bill be happy with him. Selfish, thought Bill, humans were always so selfish.

Ford didn't know how to answer, was there one he could give that could satisfy his morals? Of course there was, the answer was that letting Bill rule as a tyrant would be a disjustice to the world, that nothing Bill offered him would make up for how he hurt Ford, that Bill had lied and Ford could never forgive him, but Ford found himself wondering if those were truly the answer. He knew any other man in his place would have accepted all that Bill offered. Any man except.. Fiddleford, of course. Ford's heart ached at the memory of his best friend. "Ruling with you would have been wrong." He settled.

Bill's eye flashed with a manic glint, shimmering with a deranged edge as he stared at his human. "I would have made it feel right!" He insisted, pounding his fist against the wall by Ford's head, he could hear Ford's heart speed up at the action, the happiness he felt at the observation almost paining him with how strong it rang through him. "What's wrong, Fordsy?" Pointed teeth edged over his piercing eye. "Scared?" He wanted him scared, maybe then he'd fucking apologise.

Ford hated the way his body reacted to Bill, old habits die hard, he supposed. It was in that moment he became acutely aware of their position, he was trapped by Bill's arms at either side of his head and they were awful close, close enough that Ford was sure Bill could feel the stagger in his breathing. Ford couldn't deny, he had let his thoughts wander to the territory of him and Bill a couple times in the past years, the idea of experiencing the demon outside of the mindscape an almost tempting one, but it was also an outrageous one, after everything Bill had put Ford through, how could Ford allow himself to think that way of the demon, the one who had ruined his life, taken everything from him. Ford's features hardened. "Fuck you." He spat coldly.

Bill chuckled in response. "How's about you take some accountability and do it yourself, IQ." He laughed, inching his face closer to his Ford. "Come on, Sixer, you may have found a way to keep me out of your head but I can still hear, hear enough at least." Ford blanched with embarrassment, the tips of his ears burning red. "Still can't believe you made that little loophole in our deal, I mean really, teaming up with seven eyes?" He snorted, his form slowly fading back into his usual yellow. "Look, I'll forgive you for it if you promise not to team up with any more of my exes, can't have you guys ganging up on me, now can I?!"

A frown etched itself into the human's face, becoming a permanent fixture as he stared at the triangle. "I don't need your forgiveness!" He shoved Bill, his grip on the gun tightening as he lifted it again to press against the triangle. "I would be lucky to die knowing you hate me." He sneered.

Bill's eye flickered down to the hand holding a gun to him, watching intently as the muscles stretched under the skin to accommodate Ford's tight hold of the weapon. Bill couldn't help but imagine those hands being used for something else, his own hand twitching against the wall. His eye shot back up to gaze at Ford's lips. "I would have given you everything." He muttered.

"I didn't want everything, just you." Ford whispered back. Ford hated to say it, but it was true, even now, he fantasized about his muse returning to him, having abandoned every wrong, pulling him into his arms and apologising for every time he had hurt the man, combing his fingers through his hair and promising he loved him more than his chaos. "I wish I hated you."

Bill's eye stared into Ford's solemn ones. "You don't hate me?" He could have cried if he had it in him. Ford's eyes turned away, refusing to meet the triangle's searching eye. "Say it, say you don't hate me." He urged in a plead, his hands closing in to cup Ford's face, thumb swiping below his eye.

Ford's eyes narrowed. "I don't take orders from you anymore, Cipher." He spat in retort, nudging Bill's hand away with the barrel of his gun, if only to remind Bill it existed. He tried so desperately to suppress the urge to lean into the triangle's touch, almost failing when he saw Bill's disappointed expression. Ford had been battling against Bill for the entirety of his time stuck in the portal and for a while before, but now, in this moment, it was the closest to vulnerable Ford had seen Bill since they were still Muse and disciple, friends even, possibly more? Ford never knew how to label their partnership, did Bill ever see it that way, a partnership? Ford had to wonder.

Just like that, any ounce of vulnerability, of worry, of desperation, was drained from Bill, his shine dimming despite the lines around his eye upturning with a seeming joyful energy. "Well that sure is a shame, Sixer!" Bill leaned back, away from ford. "If you still worked for me I could have given you heaven," With a poof, his cane appeared and he instantly began twirling it around his finger. It helped with the nervous energy, and also to distract the pull he was feeling to Ford. "But just say the word and I'll welcome you back, I'm a merciful god in that way!"

Ford scoffed. "I don't want to work for you and you're not a god!" He loudly declared, stomping forward to grab Bill by his bow tie. "I will never let myself fall prey to your tricks again, you're not merciful, you're a fucking monster." The harsh words slipped from his lips in a gruff, exhausted sounding voice, ringing in the air around Bill.

Bill leaned dangerously close to his favourite human. "A monster you still love." Bill knew his words hit when he saw the way Ford's pupils shrank. "Admit it, you still love me." Bill's lid fell to partially cover his piercing orb as he stared down at his beautiful human, taking notice of every little thing that had changed. His hand gripped Ford's face, pulling him closer, almost expecting Ford to bite the appendage at the way he glared daggers at it.

Ford's anger vibrated deep within him, boiling his blood and causing his joints to scream at him to take action. His blood was pumping furiously, and the more he looked at the one he had revered as a god, the lower the liquid seemed to drive itself. He wandered if Bill would accept him, if he would give in if he asked, how much could he get away with? Ford needed relief, he needed to tear Bill apart, to erase his existence from the world, to spit on his grave and never look back, but at the center of it all was Bill, always Bill. Ford had always needed Bill for everything he had wished to accomplish, even now, his goals revolved around the demon. Bill had told him time and time again now that all Ford needed to do was ask, that all he needed was to say the word and all would be forgiven, sure it would forgiveness given for a betrayal he didn't commit, but it was still tempting, so tempting... No! He couldn't let himself be pushed around by Bill, not anymore, this time he got to do the pushing around. Ford was the one who pushed closer this time, shoving his face up to Bill. "Shift," He demanded, giving no further context. When it came to Bill, he found he never could help himself.

"What?" Bill questioned.

"Shift, your eye, do the thing." Ford rushed, pulling Bill into him by his bow tie. Bill barely managed to shift his eye in time to catch Ford's lips crashing into his, shock a sponge that worked to sober the triangle. Ford didn't know what he was doing, how could he let himself fall back into Bill after everything he had done to drag the triangle from the pedestal he had placed him upon. But maybe he didn't need Bill to be on a pedestal to enjoy him, maybe he could keep him pinned to the floor while he ravaged him, find a new way to enjoy his god, to enjoy Bill. Ford licked at Bill's lip, a silent request for entrance that Bill happily obliged him in. When Bill tried to slip his tongue between Ford's lips, the human nipped at the tip of the muscle.

Bill pushed him off, blinking over his mouth as it shifted back to his eye, staring at Ford with an astonished worry. "Stanford!" He hissed. "You can't be doing that anymore, this isn't the mindscape!" Bill scolded, his frustration growing as Ford just glared at him. "You could seriously hurt yourself pulling something like that, don't do that again." He huffed. He didn't know why he cared, Ford had betrayed him, abandoned him, tried to kill him on several occasions. But the memory of an unresponsive Ford was gnawing at him in the back of his head, it wasn't a sight he wanted to see from his human again. He fantasized about the scientist reduced to terrible states, rickon with sobs, a writhing mess on the floor, covered in his own blood, skin pulled back kept down by nails, heart beating in the demon's hand. But not that unresponsive, empty look, never that, never again. "Do that again and I-" He stopped, he'd what? "I won't.." He tried to find something to say, anything.

"Won't what?" Ford's tongue slipped from his hung open mouth, dragging along the brick pattern under Bill's bow tie. "Won't let me fuck you?" He pressed his palms against Bill's lower edges, enjoying the way the god shook with the touch. He wanted to see how far he could push this demon, how much he could pull from him. "Shapeshift for me, give me a canvas to defile."

Bill instantly gave in to his human's request, snapping his fingers and shifting into his humanoid form, Ford's gorgeous six fingered hands ending up positioned on his hips, Bill swallowed nothing as he gazed down at Ford's hands on him. Bill could already feel this form reacting to Ford's poetic words, longing to feel Ford around him. "Please, Fordsy." He leaned into his human, his head tilting to the side to accommodate the press of their lips. "Sixer, I don't want to stop, don't make me stop," He forced himself to pull away from Ford, that image of Ford still nagging at him. Damn it, he was too sober right now, should have made Pyronica make his final drink stronger "Just no more biting, okay? I don't want to see you hurt."

Ford felt his heart hammer with disdain. "Don't want to see me hurt?!" He grabbed Bill by the arms, wrestling him to the ground. "Don't speak as if the only hands that have hurt me weren't your own!" He yelled in the demon's face, spit landing on his cheek. "You broke me down to nothing, tortured me, used me, ruined me!" His grip on Bill's wrists tightened, the fabricated flesh pliant under his harsh grip.

A low blue emanated from Bill's humanoid form. Truly he was too fucking sober. "It's different," he insisted

"Different?!" The scientist bellowed.

Bill weakly nodded. "It's not the same, it's not the mindscape, I can't, I don't know if I'll be able to," He cut himself off, clenching his eyes shut. "I can't always control it, Sixer, can't always control the stuff that comes from me." He felt an embarrassment pang in his core, why was he saying this? Why did he give a fuck? quick, he needed to say something jazzy! "Uh, cause I'm such a hot shot..?" Nailed it.

Ford rolled his eyes. "Shut the fuck up." He demanded, pulling Bill's face up to meet his in an aggressive press of their lips. "I get to make the calls this time," Ford shoved his hand under Bill's top, pinching at the sensitive buds atop the demon's chest. "So many clothes, just trying to make my job harder aren't you." Complained the human, one hand shoving up Bill's shirt, the other pushing down the demon's pants.

Bill smiled. Jazzy, be jazzy, he told himself. "Well with how much undressing you with my eye I did, I figured you'd like to return the favour." Smirked Bill, hooking a finger into Ford's belt and tugging him down to meet his hips. Ford had been away in his travels for far too long, 487 days was too long, 487 days, 9 hours, and 6 minutes, it was too damn long, he couldn't wait another second to have his Fordsy.

Ford snatched Bill's hand away, holding it down above the demon's head. He leaned down to whisper in Bill's ear, his voice low and gruff. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Cipher, I'm the one in control this time." He could feel the way Bill shivered below him, enjoying every second.

Fuck, Bill was going to die right here if Ford kept up this tough guy facade. "What makes you so sure?" He laughed. "I'm a god, I can snap my fingers and reduce you to dust." He scowled up at his human with a challenge in his eyes. A smug smile spread across Ford's features, he sat up and, in what Bill thought a very deliberate motion, ground his hips down as he leaned backwards and snatched up the gun he had dropped in his previous lunge at Bill. Bill snickered. "You really think that's actually gonna do anything to me?"

Ford pointed the gun away from them, pressing down on the trigger, the barrel lighting up before it shot a beam of bright light that decimated all in it's path, blasting through some ceramic decoration Bill had on a shelf before burning a hole through the wall of the lair. He glanced back down to Bill. "Quantum destabilizer."

Bill's face flushed a pink tint. Damn, that was hot, thought Bill, enjoying the sight of Ford's red sweater stretching across his broad chest, the muscles he had tuned over his past years stuck in the nightmare realm flexing under the fabric to accommodate the push back of the quantum destabilizer. "F-Fuck," He clenched his eyes shut, trying to ignore the way his form reacted to the sight of Ford, a thrill shooting down to his groin. Bill was certain anything Ford did would appease him, over the time Ford had spent away from him it was like Bill was forced through withdrawals, not able to live without having access to his Ford, and now everything he did reminded the demon of how much he had missed out on. Bill needed more, more contact, more leverage, more control, more Ford, anything he'd give him, anything he could take. "Ford?" Bill asked achingly, eager for Ford to do anything to him.

Ford just stared down at him, examining the form Bill was inhabiting. He had been so honoured when Bill had revealed the form to him, honoured that Bill would make something like this for him, would inhibit himself to adorn a form he thought Ford would find more appealing, honoured his muse wanted to be more physically compatible with him. But now, he didn't feel so honoured, he felt sickened. Sickened, because now he could see the form for what it was, something to placate him, something to wave in front of him, something to distract him, something to mock him. It wasn't an honour, it was an insult. He wanted to tear this form apart, to ruin it, to destroy it, to break it. He slipped his gun into a holster on his thigh, feeling an unwanted surge of pride at the way Bill's eyes tracked his hand and took a gulp of air at the sight.

Bill was going to melt, could humans melt? Sure he wasn't technically human right now, but he was humanoid, could this form melt? He should've looked into that. It probably wasn't a problem, probably. He watched the gun slide into the holster strapped to Ford's thigh, the leather tightly bound to the man's leg, gripping the fat and muscle that Ford had built up over the years. Bill was going to fucking melt! Why was Ford just looking at him like that?! "Ford?" He asked again, his chest constricting with need. He was internally praying for Ford to give him salvation, to free him from the pain that was yelling at him to be answered, to save him.

Ford finally leaned into Bill again, much to the relief of the dream demon, Ford's hot breath ghosting over the demon's features. "I'm going to do to you what you did to me," He ground his hips down, his ego instantly inflating at the reaction it pulled from the demon trapped below him, watching the hiss that caught in his throat. "I'm going to make you feel useless," He kissed his tormentor as he ground down again. "I'm going to make you feel powerless," He manhandled Bill's upper apparel off of his form, discarding it to the side without a care for where it ended up. "I'm going to make a fool out of you." His hands ran along the skin Bill had chosen to decorate his humanoid form with, his nails dragging against every thread of flesh, admiring the detail Bill had put into the form. Sickened, he had to remind himself, he was sickened. He'd enjoy ruining his hard work, just like Bill had done to Ford. "I'm going to fuck you until all you can remember is how to scream my name."

Bill shuddered under his saviour, restraining the urge to grab at the man. Instead he let a mischievous smirk sprout upon his lips. Jazzy, he had to remind himself, be fucking jazzy. "Gee Fordsy, that's not very S&P approved of you." He giggled, his teasing going straight over Ford's head. He instantly shut his mouth when he felt Ford undo the humanoid triangle's pants, mumbling something about Bill needing to lift his hips, a task Bill hastened to complete, enjoying the feeling of his human freeing him of the confines that were his clothes, clothes that had felt all too tight against him, then the scientist tossed them away like he had done with his top. Bill lifted his hand to grip at the fabric that still adorned Ford. "Too dressed." He pointed out with a pour on his lip, clearly upset by the fact.

Ford shushed his demon with a hand to his lips. He took Bill's hand from where it was tugging at his sweater and led it down to Bill's dick, Ford guiding his hand till he was planted firmly over his member. "Stop and so will I." He said before retracting himself from the ground.

"W-Wha..?" Bill muttered in confusion, completely left in the dark by Ford's cryptic words. That was until he watched Ford slowly slip his trench coat from over his shoulders, taking his time to let it drop to the floor. When Ford's eyes shot back to Bill, raking down his form with an accusatory look, Bill's face instantly flushed deeper, "Oh," He got what Ford meant now. "D-Damn, okay." He hesitantly starting pumping his grip along himself, trying not to meet Ford's eyes.

Ford watched Bill's movement for another moment before continuing his own actions, his six fingered hands gripping the bottom of his turtleneck and slowly pulling it up, revealing every scar and tarnish on his battered torso. Ford bent forward slightly as he pulled it from from around his neck, his air mussing from the disturbance. He used a single hand to assess his pants, carefully undoing the button and pulling down the damaged zipper, watching intently at the way Bill's pumps faltered at the sight. Bill was forcing himself to not look away while Ford slid his belt from around his waist, dropping it to the floor with a clank. Bill could feel his build up as he watched Ford bend to unlatch the holsters on his legs and slip off his boots before letting his pants drop to his ankles, his tight boxers gripping his thighs and hips and ass and bulge and- fuck, Bill had to slow down his motions so he didn't burst just from the sight of his pretty human. Bill knew Ford was teasing him with the he smiled at the demon of chaos while he thumbing at his waistband, snapping it back against his flesh. Bill harshly hissed a breath when Ford finally pulled the faded fabric over the curve of his ass, his cock bouncing with it's release. Ford climbed over Bill again, trapping the demon below him, caging him between his limbs. "Can I stop now, Fordsy?" He almost failed to keep a break from his voice as he tried to keep control over his form.

Ford kissed Bill's cheek, removing the demon's hand from himself. "Yes, I'll take over now." He answered, aligning his dick with Bill's as he gripped them together, fisting himself along Bill with a gentle a hand. Ford had believed for the longest time that him and Bill were destined to meet, as a scientist he had his reservations about things like fate, but when he heard Bill laugh, all doubts went out the window, the universe had designed them for each other, he was sure. Even after years now of fighting Bill, he was still certain they were made for each other, though his perception of why had shifted when Bill betrayed him. He had learned a new understanding of what it meant to be soulmates, they weren't there to bring the best out of a person, or to bring that person never ending happiness, they weren't made for each other in the way a bee is made for the flowers, no, they were made for each other in the way the red wire is made for the bomb, in the way the match is made for the fire, in the way the whiskey is made for the drunkard, in the way the needle is made for the balloon. There would always be a level of self destruction when letting your soul become so closely intertwined with another, and Ford had to wonder when he had become so desperate to be embraced that he let the warmth of Bill's hands overshadow that they were choking him. When had Ford gotten so cold?

Bill had never been the kind of guy to second guess himself, he rarely let his thoughts wander far enough to reach reflection. But when Ford was groaning in his ear, stroking their members together with such care, daisying kisses down the side of Bill's neck, Bill had to wonder what he had ever done to deserve such heaven from his saviour. He hated the way Ford affected him, the way he made him so pliant under his grip, Bill thought to kill him just to prove he still could. But he never did, and he knew he'd always regret it; Ford really was his most torturous weakness. "You really are the worst, Cipher." Bill wished it wasn't so easy to pull the shameful whines from him that Ford did with his harsh words. "You took everything from me," The pace of Ford's strokes became quicker as he climbed that peak with Bill. "My youth, my closest friend, my future, my passion," The scientist tucked himself into Bill's shoulder, hoping his true devastation wasn't obvious. "My time, my hopes, my mind," He could feel Bill squirm under him, throwing his head back against the cold floor as he came. "Worst of all my heart." Ford braced himself against Bill as his release wracked through him, ripples of pleasure persisting as he fell over the edge of bliss.

Bill could feel the rise and fall of Ford's chest along his, his heart thumping under his skin like the foot of a happy rabbit, or a threatened one. As Bill's form was just an over glorified puppet, he needed much less of a cool down period than Ford, which Bill found to be a blessing as it gave him the perfect opportunity to enjoy Ford as he came down from his high. He lifted a hand to the scientist's head, carding his fingers through the man's hair, examining with interest the mix of colour adorning the strands, some grey, some brown, all various shades of fading youth. His gaze soon shifted down, focusing on the trail of memories leading down Ford's back, smooth skin interrupted by bouts of scar tissue that traced down to a tattoo Bill was surprised Ford hadn't removed with lasers. The hand not currently cradling Ford against him reached down to trace over the ink claimed skin, his pointed finger following the lines of the letters. The memory of having to sit agonizingly still during the whole process was seared into his brain, the only thing soothing him at the time being the grounding pain of the gun beating ink into his human. Ford startled Bill by wrapping his arms around his neck, not in a threat, but as an assurance, seeking comfort as his body finished spilling the last of his warm cum. Bill closed his eyes as he listened to Ford's breathing start to calm. He liked this, just this. Why hadn't he chosen this? Why hadn't this been enough? Why did he still feel like he needed something more? All it took was a hitch in Ford's weak breaths and Bill felt like he was dying, pictures of sliver blood and scorched lungs flashing behind his eyelids. His eyes flew open to look over Ford, being met with a ghastly sight, the hands cradling his human were covered in sticky blood, the body he held deteriorating before his eyes. He needed to do something, to move, to scream, to distract, to drink, to cry, to forget. To forget. To forget. To forget. To forget! To forget? Forget what? Why couldn't he think right? What had he been saying? Had he been talking at all? Bill dissolved into a manic fit of laughter, the unrestrained sound bouncing off the walls. "Oh shut up," A tired sounding voice interrupted him, sufficiently silencing the demon. He looked down to Ford again and found he was perfectly fine, if a bit sweaty, but in no way harmed. Of course he wasn't harmed! Nothing had happened! Why was Bill's heart beating so erratically? He must still be coming down from that feeling of ecstasy that being with Ford gave him. Bill's head rang quiet for once as he watched Ford sit up. "It's been a while for me, I just needed a minute," Said the scientist, an embarrassed blush coating his cheeks. Right, he was fine, he just needed a minute, Bill reminded himself. Why had he been laughing? Bill found he couldn't remember. Where had he been just a moment ago? Where was he now? Why couldn't he think right? What was right? "You don't have to be so condescending." Huffed the human.

Bill stared on in confusion for a couple more moments before something seemed to click in his brain and his usual smug demeanor returned. He propped himself up on his arms, arms Ford had shaken off, pushing himself back into Ford's space. "Whatever you say, flirty gal!" He smiled. Jazzy. Why was he thinking of jazz? He shook away the thought.

Ford could feel his eye twitch with irritation, Bill's obnoxious reminder taking years off his life. "You're infuriating." He scoffed. "I should kill you right now." He really wasn't sure why he hadn't, it would've been so easy, Bill's guard was down and everything. Or was that just what Bill wanted Ford to think? Or perhaps that was just Ford's paranoia speaking? Or maybe that's exactly what Bill was relying on! Damn it Ford, stop overthinking, the scientist scolded himself.

"So why haven't you?" Bill asked, that same smug edge still ever present in his voice. Despite the teasing air, Bill was genuinely curious, he knew if he was in Ford's place that there would be no question, just a dead body and a forgettable story cut short. "Go ahead, pick up the gun, do it," He urged, his eyes hardening as he picked up the reluctance Ford's face carried. "You know you want to, why hesitate now?"

Ford wasn't sure he wanted to answer that, because the answer would be the biggest shame he'd ever harbor. Because despite it all, Bill was right, Ford did still love him, despite it all Ford couldn't help himself, when it came to Bill, Ford never could. "Don't make me say it." Ford walked a tightrope of woven lies strung between devotion and loathing, and he wasn't sure he'd ever reach the other side.

"I want you to." Bill had made himself a god, risen over others to assure himself he mattered, created an identity to showcase his superiority and flaunt his powers, a pedestal where he could sit comfortably and unbothered, and yet below Ford is where he felt most himself, Ford managed to see him without the help of a spotlight. He needed Ford to love him, because Ford was the only one who could. "Sixer?"

Ford chuckled. "Death is too good an end for you."

Bill's smile softened. Ford really was perfect, he thought. "Don't I know it," He laughed. "When I finally go out it's gonna be biggest blow out anyone's ever seen!" He cheered, ever enthusiastically.

"Not if?" Ford's brow quirked up in question.

"Hm?" The demon hummed.

"You said, 'when' not, 'if'." Explained the human.

Bill frowned for a second as he realised the mistake, before his previous cocky smile returned. "Of course, I'm confident in you, Fordsy!"

Ford's eyes sparked with recognition at the praise. Internally he scolded himself for such a reaction to Bill. "Really?" He couldn't help himself but ask.

Bill fell back with haughty laughter. "Of course not!" The scientist frowned, his glare returning as he watched the demon revel in his misery. "Can't believe you actually just asked me that, Sixer, that was like a whole new kind of pathetic!" Hollered the humanoid triangle.

Ford lunged forward, Bill's arms collapsing under the surprise attack. "You really are the worst!"

"Well I'd hope so, otherwise I wouldn't make much of a good chaos demon, now would I?" Bill inquired rhetorically. Ford answered by shutting Bill up with a mouth over his, their lips instantly dancing against each other in a tango for dominance, tongues swords clashing to win the battle. Ford's eyes were closed softly as he enjoyed the sensation of Bill against him, while Bill's eyes were wide open, admiring his Fordsy up close. "So are you gonna put your pants back on and shoot me or are we going for a second round?" Bill teased over his human's persistent lips.

Ford chuckled under his breath. "Oh I'm not even close to done with you yet," He said in a promise, a promise to pry apart his muse and cum to the sound of the humanoid triangle's rib cage shattering. He relished the way Bill shuddered at his words, ready to make good on every syllable if it meant pulling more vexing reactions from his demon. Ford pressed his hands along the curves of Bill's form, his researchers heart noting every detail. "You never did finish explaining this form to me."

Bill snickered, "What? You expect me to explain my every secret to you, now?"

Ford let his hands linger lower, leaning his head to the side as he spoke with a smile. "I can either shoot you in the head now and pull the explanations from your dead body, or you can explain it yourself while I drill that tight ass." It was incredibly crude, but it seemed to do the job as not but a second later Bill started sputtering his answer.

"The second one! That one, d-definitely that one," The demon pleaded. He knew his form wasn't meant for longterm use, but he had missed Ford too much not to take the opportunity to have him for a little while longer. Plus Ford was being hot as hell right now, could you blame the triangle for wanting to enjoy the moment? No, no you can not. Judgy much. "Just tell me what you want to know, Sixer."

Ford helped Bill turn onto his knees, his forearms braced on the ground and his back arched to accommodate the position. "Everything," Ford whispered to Bill, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the demon's hips. "I want to know everything." He carefully aligned himself with Bill's entrance, having to internally assure himself this didn't change a thing a between them.

Bill couldn't help but yelp when he felt Ford start to press into him without warning, the noise seeming to startle both him and Ford. "I'm fine, don't stop." His quick words were all that were necessary to persuade Ford to continue, after the human pressed a soft kiss to the demon's scalp. Bill was overwhelmed by the feeling of Ford, his hands against his sweaty skin, his breath fanning over his locks, his dick filling him to the brim. Ford let out a strangled moan as he seated himself within Bill, two seconds away from bursting from just the feeling of Bill tightly wound around his length.

"Go on, I want to understand it all." He groaned, the tip of his member massaging the flower of nerves hidden within Bill. Ford wanted to think that he had developed quite the sturdy spine during his time battling the dream demon who had betrayed him, but as he felt Bill clench around him, moans purring like smooth honey, he truly realised just how under Bill's control he still was. He worried he'd never escape him, not even in death.

As Ford set a pace of slow drawls, Bill struggled to remember anything he could about the construction process of his humanoid conduit form. "T-The artificial brain is structured strictly for the reception of outside neural inputs and r-regulation of translated sensory outputs, the extended neural p-pathway connection is f-f-facilitated by an enhanced spiritual presence such as my own. To proceed the connection I had to build the form with e-everything a human I could possess would have, but then fry th-the brain down to it's barest necessities so it was ov-overwhelmingly susceptible to my influence, like p-possessing a glorified corpse." Bill buried his face in his hand, he hated being open like this, but the way it made Ford blush with interest was worth it.

"Fascinating," Hummed Ford, the speed of his thrusts increasing as he analyzed the information.

"Only you could be a total nerd while you're dicking down on someone, Fordsy." Bill joked, trying to distract from the overbearing sensation of being full. His mind was starting to blank from the rush of feelings Ford was pushing through him, every nerve lit aflame by Ford's every press.

Ford simply ignored Bill's words, whether he heard him at all was up for debate as his mind seemed to be focused elsewhere. "What causes the colour?"

"What?"

"The colour, you're glowing." Ford elaborated, his eyes strictly trained to the outline of pink surrounding Bill. Ford couldn't help but think Bill looked pretty when he was flustered.

Bill absolutely fucking hated being flustered, this dumb humanoid form was making a fool of him again and this time he couldn't distract Ford from it. He was sure Ford was internally laughing at the body's reaction to him. "S-Shut up, it's out of my control." He huffed, his frustration palpable.

Ford bent down to kiss a line down Bill's back. "I thought nothing was out of your control." He remarked.

Bill was reluctant, incredibly embarrassed, and wanted rather to die instead of saying, "You broke that winning streak for me, Sixer." But he did, and the way Ford began rearranging his fucking innards from just the small stroke to his ego made it worth it despite the way his face burned. Bill was glad his hand was still covering his face, working as a muffler for his moans. "F-Fuck, Sixer, gonna rewire the chemical structure of my brain if you don't slow down." He didn't actually want Ford to slow down, if he did he might very literally start crying.

"Flattery will get you nowhere," The scientist insisted, his thrusts puttering like an out of control power tool trying to get to the center of the earth.

"Got me you, didn't it?" Bill could feel the regret immediately plant itself within him like a festering mold when the words left his mouth. Why couldn't he ever shut up?! Dumb, dumb Bill!

Anger swelled in Ford's chest, a budding flower with a stem of sorrow, thorns decorating his resentment. "I hate you." He swore.

Bill's humanoid form started to glitch as pleasure paralyzed his spine. "No you don't." He insisted

Ford used his grip of Bill's hips to rock the demon on his dick. "Yes I fucking do, don't take this from me too." He could feel his motions stuttering, growing weaker as his release built. "I hate you, Cipher."

Bill's form glitched further, pink energy fizzling around him, his left eye fading and two fingers from his right hand retracting into his hand. Bill was starting to really regret not stabilizing his form for prolonged use. "F-Fordsy, you don't mean that." He really wanted him not to mean that.

Ford wanted to tell him to shut up, to stop talking and never start again, but he couldn't, cut off by a moan rupturing in his throat. His grip on Bill tightened as he spilled his pique into his betrayer. The muscles in his legs strained and his jaw tightened. His mind buzzed with satisfaction, warmth sprouting in his core.

Bill came to the feeling of Ford pouring into him, his completion rattling his damaged form as he gasped Ford's name. it was like being electrocuted straight to the heart, and Bill hoped Ford knew how strongly that surge of power effected him, how deeply it rooted itself in his bones till it melted them from the inside out. He could only dream of Ford feeling it too. His heart turned to mush when he felt Ford fall against him, seeking comfort pressed against Bill. Huh, something in this form could melt, was that a win? The sound of Ford humming contently as he wrapped his arms around Bill helped Bill answer that question. Definitely a win. Bill wanted so desperately to preserve this moment, to keep it safe and live through it eternally, to protect the way he felt with Ford in their own little bubble. Was that possible? Eh, he'd figure it out, eventually.

Bill hated himself, why hadn't he chosen this? His mother's voice slipped into the recesses of his mind, he was really wishing he had drunken more now, or at least ended things on a much, much stronger drink. Damn Pyronica, trying to make him feel better and shit, didn't she realise he needed the hard stuff?! He felt dizzy. He really wished Ford would start fucking into him again, if just as a distraction. It was too quiet. Bill needed something, something loud. Why were the walls judging him?! Why was Ford judging him?! Why was everyone judging him?! He didn't do anything wrong! Where had they gone? Where had they all gone? Where was everyone he was helping? He was helping, right? He was helping them and he was helping Fordsy, they just didn't know it. Ford would thank him when they were ruling the world together, Bill was sure. Why was his head buzzing? Too loud.. "Bill!"

Bill flinched, turning to look at Ford. "What?"

Ford looked stricken with confusion and concern. No, he wasn't concerned, he had to believe that. "I was talking, you," He searched Bill's face, further confused by the unbothered look the demon met him with. "You weren't responding, it was like you weren't even there."

Bill's brows furrowed. What was Ford talking about? Bill tried to recall what he had been thinking about a second ago to build an answer for his human, but nothing came to mind, just static. Bill found himself lost in Ford's eyes. They were pretty, Bill thought. Would Ford go away too..? He didn't like that thought. "I'm sorry I love you, Ford." He couldn't stop the words from slipping out, instantly regretting every one, but he couldn't help himself but want to say it again as his eyes fluttered shut.

A tear slipped from the corner of Ford's eye. "I wish I hated you, Cipher." He wanted to go home. He wanted to see Fiddleford again. 

Chapter Text

This was miserable, Ford was miserable. Weirdmeggedon had finally come to pass and Ford had ruined his one shot to end it all, failing to end Bill with his quantum destabilizer. The town was surely in ruins at this point and he had not a clue of the whereabouts or conditions of his family. It was all his fault, he should have been more careful with the rift, should never have let a child accompany him on his mission, should have killed Bill any second he got an opportunity, why had he faltered so many times? He should never have made that damned deal in the first place. This really was all his fault. The world was doomed, or at least Gravity Falls was, though he wasn't sure how long he would be able to keep Bill out of his mind for. Ford was currently locked away in some part of the top of the fearamid, some dungeon or cellar of sorts, Ford figured. Glowing blue chains, vibrant with magic, were keeping him bound in place, clasped around his ankles and neck, strumming with a constant hum of energy. Bill's magic, Ford was familiar with it's touch.

"Fordsy!" A sing-songey voice called out. It was Bill, lowering himself from the ceiling, right into Ford's line of sight. "You ready to talk yet?" Bill had left Ford in this desolate room for 67 hours, completely isolated, in the hopes it would help Ford come to his senses and finally turn his mind over to Bill. Bill had been giving Ford the opportunity to join him for years, to right the sin he had committed against Bill when he refused to open the portal, by returning to his god's side. But Ford never had, even at the start of weirdmaggedon, even after Ford had shot him through the tophat, had destroyed... Bill had still been generous enough to let Ford return to his side, but Ford had selfishly declined. Even after Bill had so kindly serenaded the human, he still declined Bill's offer to join him.

"I'll never tell you what you want to know, Cipher!" Spited the scientist. Ford had already failed to keep Bill from corrupting Gravity Falls, he couldn't let him into the rest of the world, no matter what form of heinous torture Bill came up with, the man would not let a single component of the equation Cipher searched for fall from his mind. "You can torture me all you'd like, I'll never talk!" He spat on the ground for good measure, just to get his point across.

"Hmm, torture you say?" Bill happily hummed, toiling a finger against his right side as if it were a cheek. Damn was he loving being 3d, it was making emoting so much easier. "Hey that's not a bad idea, Sixer!" He was going to try playing good cop first, but if Ford would rather he jump straight to bad cop, Bill wouldn't be complaining. He actually quite liked the idea of pulling his Sixer apart and finding what made the man tick, how much could he pull out till the blood stopped running?

Damn it, why did you give him an idea, Ford, you fool! Should have kept your mouth shut. This time he chose to do just that, his lips were sealed. He turned his head down but still stared up at his captor with an air of defiance. No matter what, he didn't want to take his eyes off the demon, he had learned during his time in the nightmare realm just how cruel Bill could be, the aftermath of Bill's 'parties' being one of the most gruesome sights Ford had ever witnessed, and he used to sit with his father as the man watched his war documentaries. It seemed Bill's terror saw no limit, his horror effecting all those he came across and leaving them damaged beyond repair. When Ford saw just how mercilessly Bill played with people, Ford couldn't help but think for a moment that he had gotten off easy. A memory of how Bill tore apart the body of a child crossed Ford's mind, the way streamers of sticky blood held together the halves. Ford wanted to puke at the memory. Bill was a monster.

Bill snapped his fingers, electricity and magic rattling in the air as Ford's pained screams echoed. Agony pulsed through Ford, magical energy emanating from the cuffs clinging to his body. It seared his skin but left no mark, his muscles tightening, his bones rattling, his throat shredding from the force of his screams. "Aw, ain't you a cutie," Cooed Bill as he admired his toy, twirling his finger in Ford's direction. The screams persisted till Bill finally relented and snapped his fingers again. "Wanna talk now, Fordsy?"

Ford's body slumped forward. His throat burned. His breathes heaved out of him, leftover pain sitting like static on his skin. His mind was running blank, it was like whiplash the way the torment ceased. The pain was unbearable, it was as if glass had been plunged into every part of him, like he had eaten a chainsaw and someone just turned it on. "N-Never going to," He couldn't finish his words, cut off by the pain returning.

"Don't gotta make this difficult, Fordsy, just tell me what I want to know and this can all be over." Insisted the triangle, though he wasn't sure Ford could hear him over his own screams. Whatever, Ford's song was pleasing enough to Bill that he didn't care if it buried his own voice. The triangle closed his eye and let himself take in the sounds of his human, a symphony the triangle would play on repeat till the record ran out. His screams were like nails on glass, the dying words of a rat, smashing plates, blaring warning alarms, screeching tires. Bill's favourite sound among many, he found most of his favourites were noises he pulled from Ford. He reluctantly snapped his fingers again, letting the pain retract back into the chains. "You know, if I didn't need you capable of forming words, I'd have you singing like that all day." Blushed Bill.

Ford shook, his joints seizing. "C-Closer." He quietly requested, his eyes not meeting Bill, covered by his mussed and fallen hair.

Bill perked at the sound of Ford's dull tone. "What was that, my love?"

"Come closer," Ford repeated. "I need to say something."

Bill was practically giddy, squealing with delight as he neared his beloved human. "Yes, Sixer?" He leaned in close so Ford wouldn't have to exert much effort in talking at a regular volume.

Ford brushed the side of his face against Bill, his body still shaking with tremors. "I-" His body seized, he huffed a breath of irritation.

Bill was absolutely ecstatic. What would Ford say, he wondered with excitement, maybe now he would finally apologise, say he was finally ready to join Bill in his quest for the world. It's amazing what a little electro-shock therapy could do, marveled Bill. "Yeah, my Fordsy?" He phrased again in an excited tone.

But what Ford said was nothing Bill wanted to hear, in fact, it was quite the opposite. "I should have chosen Fiddleford."

The words struck Bill to his very core. He stilled, dangerously quiet, he hovered in place. His eye wide with torment. Sixer didn't mean it, he told himself, he couldn't mean it. His pupil made shaky movements to look to his side where his Fordsy's head was positioned. His Fordsy, H, I, S. His. His. His. Ford belonged to Bill. Bill owned him. Bill. Not anyone else, not that hillbilly moron, Bill. Bill's human, Bill's sixer, Bill's toy, Bill's scientist, Bill's prisoner, Bill's saviour, Bill's pet, Bill's love. Bill had reserved ownership of Ford for years now, he would not relinquish it to anyone anytime soon, or ever, really just never. He owned Ford, Ford was his to control and command. His hand shot up to grab hold of Sixer's face, his fingers digging into his cheeks. How dare Ford forget who he belonged to. "But. You. Didn't." He used his grip on Ford to toss the human down to the ground, his body slamming into the stone with a thud and a groan. "I own you, Stanford Pines, you're mine." He snapped his fingers, watching with seething delight at the way his toy seized up in agony. "Maybe I should pay your pathetic little assistant a visit than."

Even through the pain the fear struck him straight to the heart. He mustered all he could to shout a desperate plea. "No! Please, No!" He clawed at the floor, he just needed to get to Bill, to stop him, to hold him back, something!

Bill cackled, his legs kicking below him in the air. "Oh IQ, don't you worry," Why did Ford think fighting through the pain to beg for Fiddleford's safety was worth it, why did Ford think that idiotic, brain dead hillbilly was worth it? It wasn't fair, Ford should be screaming that way for Bill, not McGucket. "I'll make sure to take it nice and slow as I slit his throat!" He laughed. He snapped his fingers once more before he left, Ford didn't need to waste his song on an empty room while he was away. Ford slumped to the ground, passing out from exertion, his eyes fluttering closed as he watched Bill leave.

When Ford awoke again, he found Bill hovering over him, covering him in a menacing shadow. "Sleep well, Sixer?" Bill sounded happy, too happy. Ford didn't like the tone, it scared him, really scared him. "I found your old assistant, IQ."

Ford's pupils shrank with horror, concern bleeding from his heart. "Wha-What did you do?" He shuddered. He didn't want to know the answer.

Bill seemed to perk up. "Oh Fordsy, I didn't have to do anything, you already did all the damage needed," He teased. Ford's brows knit together in confusion. Bill was too eager to say this next bit, damn had he been so happy when he thought the idea up. He almost wanted to wake Ford up himself just so he could say it sooner. "He's dead," He loved every second of the way Ford flinched at the news. "He killed himself after you kicked him out."

"N-No, no, you're lying, you have to be, you're lying!" Rambled the scientist, desperate to ignore Bill's words. He kicked away from Bill, trying to get as far as possible from the demon as the man tried to cover his ears. He didn't want to hear anymore of Bill's lies.

"Oh but I'm not! After he lost you he was miserable, his wife didn't want him back, his son hated him, he had no other friends, his parents disowned him, it was great! Wish I could've seen it myself!" Laughed Bill with cheer. Resentment burned in his core as Ford collapsed against the floor in tears. Ford should've been crying like that for Bill, not Fiddleford, Bill. "He wiped his brain with that fancy little gun of his, then when that didn't wash away his problems, he tried a different gun!" He wished what he was saying was the truth, wished Fiddleford was fucking dead, not safe and protected in the mystery shack. "Died in a garbage yard, among the rest of the trash, his dead body fit right in, nobody even thought to move him cause of how at home he looked with the rest of the useless shit nobody wanted!"

Ford sobbed, "You're lying, stop lying, please stop, please, you're lying," He didn't want to believe it for a second, he had no reason to, Bill had always been a liar. But some part of him knew he deserved this, deserved to believe every word no matter how true, because he had hurt Fiddleford, and he deserved to hate himself for that. "I wanted him, I wanted him!" He wrapped his arms around himself, tugging at his sleeves and shaking with grief and anger. Why had he sent Fiddleford away? Why had he yelled at him? He wanted him, he did, he really did want him! "Please, please tell me the truth." He looked up at Bill, his cheeks stained with the constant flow of his tears. He'd believe anything Bill said, even if it was another lie, as long as it was coated in a sugar that soothed his sorrows rotted his mind.

Bill lowered himself closer to Ford, lifting his hands to cradle the human's face. "I just did, Ford." The scientist clenched his eyes shut as more tears bubbled up and cascaded along the curves of his face, sobs wracking his throat. "I can make it better, Sixer, just give me the equation and I'll help you forget, I'll make it all go away," He wished someone had made him forget, he liked to forget, that was the only thing he and Fiddleford had ever had in common. Besides loving Ford. Fordsy would feel better after he forgot, Bill decided. "All you have to do is tell me the equation, let me out of this cage and I'll let you out of yours, it can be so easy." Ford shook his head against Bill's bricks.

Despite the denial, Bill kept holding his human, still cradled him and pet his hair. Bill wanted to drop Ford, to let him collapse on the ground and sob till his throat was raw, to snap his fingers and listen to his favourite song, but he didn't. He couldn't help himself but to comfort him, so he simply held onto his human, hummed a soft tune and ran his fingers through his grey hairs. Ford would thank Bill, later, after he gave over that equation and they were kings. For now, he'd just hold him.

He held him for hours, till eventually the human tired himself out and fell asleep in Bill's arms. Bill thought it cute, how easily he allowed himself to fall into vulnerability. Bill planted a small peck of affection to the top of Ford's head before helping the man slouch down onto the floor. "I'll be back." He promised in a whisper. He snapped his fingers with a much different intent than before, this time the action brought him back to the main party room of the fearamid, his epic throne room.

He needed advice, and he knew the only person he could get it from was someone who's messy breakup background could almost match his. "Pyronica!" He called across the dance floor. He knew she was back from wreaking havoc in town because the tapestries he had replaced just earlier were once again on fire, pink fire to be exact. "Pyronica!" He was incredibly impatient, tapping his foot on nothing in the air. Pyronica had been his go-to girl when it came to dealing with Ford related issues, since she was the only one in the crew who understood the true complexities behind his relationship with Ford. The other guys just didn't get it!

Pyronica pushed through the other monsters on the dance floor, making her way to Bill with confidence in her step. "Yeah, Boss?" She grinned, she had a feeling she already knew what this would be about. Girl talk time!

"I need your advice on something," The triangle reluctantly admitted. "It's Sixer, he's still not talking." He elaborated, throwing his arms out in frustration. He was frankly starting to get fed up with Ford's reluctance to work with him, and Bill-ly starting to get fucking pissed off. How hard was it to just give up one little equation and rule the universe with a totally hot triangle for the rest of eternity?! Not that hard, Bill insisted. Ford was being stubborn, playing hard to get, he had been for the past 30 years and Bill was starting to get tired of the chase.

Pyronica hummed to herself in thought. "Did you try good cop like I suggested?" She knew Bill was never the one to play nice, especially when he wanted something, something just out of his reach. He'd claw and scream and kick till he got what he wanted, it was just in his nature, a nature that had no room for gentle touches and soft eyes.

Bill blanched. "..No..." He pressed his pointers together dumbly. "I may have gone straight to the bad cop bit, but he asked me too!" It wasn't Bill's fault, Ford was totally into it! At least, Bill was pretty sure he was. Bill didn't see the big deal, he had never been kind to any other prisoner, any other indignant fool keeping him from what he wanted, but Ford was different than those who had come before him, wasn't he? Bill tried not to think about it.

Pyronica snapped her fingers in revelation. "Well there's your problem there, ya' catch more flies with honey!"

"He's a human." Bill very helpfully stated.

Pyronica thought on it. "Should still work, humans and flies are pretty similar," She settled. Bill nodded in agreeance to her words, she was right, both were equally annoying. "I mean, he can't hold out for much longer, the guy adores you!"

"You think?" Bill giggled in question, intertwining his fingers.

"Boss, he chased you around the galaxy for 30 years trying to get your attention, he's practically obsessed with you!" She reasoned. This was why she was Bill's favourite henchmaniac. "Just try it, I find that when it comes to getting information outta a person, putting out a little tends to get them to as well." The insinuation was clear as she spoke with a tilt.

Bill hummed with acknowledgment as he gave the idea some room in his mind. He did like the idea of pulling some noises out of Ford that weren't just agonizing screams, though those were quite beautiful to Bill. "Alright, I like your moxie, I'll give it a try!" He decided with newfound hope. "Thanks Py!" He waved as he made his way back to his sixer with a reinvigorated pep in his metaphorical step.

"Anytime Boss!" Pyronica cheered, waving away Bill. Yeah, she was definitely the favourite, she nodded certainly to herself.

When Bill hovered into Ford's cell, he clapped his hands together with a resonating sound. "Wake up, IQ!" He shouted. He was gonna pull that equation out of Ford this time no matter what. "It's time to answer me!" Bill was gonna be so sweet it would put honey to shame!

Ford flinched awake, lifting his head from the ground to stare up at Bill with wide, scared eyes. He didn't want to do this anymore. "Bill?" His voice was weak, he hated just how weak. He wanted Bill to let him leave, to unchain him and tell him he was free to go, that earth wasn't all Bill thought it would be and that he was packing up weirdmaggedon. He just wanted this to all be over with, all of it, he was so tired, he had been for a while now. Bill snapped his fingers, a loud click resulting, Ford flinched at the sound, bracing himself for the shock. But it never came. When he opened his eyes in question he only became more confused. Bill was in his humanoid form, though this time it was different. It was.. older almost. "Bill?" He asked again, his confusion evidently growing.

Bill smiled down at him, the smile unrestrained and stretched to it's limits. He lowered himself to the ground next to Ford, enjoying the way his human tried to move away. He let his smile soften at the sight of his scared human. "Oh Fordsy," He cooed gently, his voice quiet, as if trying not to startle his prisoner. He reached his hands out for Ford, the scientist flinched away from the touch, pulling himself away from Bill with a glare. Bill's expression hardened with determination. He pulled his hand away but kept it held in Ford's sights, positioning his fingers as if to snap them again, lifting his brow in a challenge.

Ford was stricken with uncertainty. He didn't want to be shocked again, the pain was unthinkable, but on the other hand he hated Cipher, he despised him and the thought of being near him was almost worse than the threat of that awful pain, almost. He was tired, he didn't know if he had it in him to fight. But he'd try. "Do it." He snarled.

Bill's smile brightened, he wouldn't say no to a song. What?! He was being nice! He just needed to be a little mean first so Ford would let him be nice! Simple logic. The end of the sharp snap was cut off by the screams that echoed along the walls. "Beautiful," Bill sighed, content as ever. Bill adored the sight as well, Ford's head thrown back, hair ruined, sweat dripping down the curve of his neck, his muscles convulsing under his tight sweater. Damn. That could be said more than once. "Damn." Whispered Bill, utterly awestruck by his pretty human. Ford fell backwards though his back didn't meet the ground, instead it arched off of it with the strum of torment along his spine. Definitely deserved to be said more than once. "Damn." Bill invited himself to crawl between Ford's legs, pushing aside his knees to plant himself inside the walls that were Ford's thighs. Bill snapped again, immediately mourning the loss of the arch in Ford's back.

Ford slumped into the ground, the stone warm against his cheek as he huffed, greedy for air. He was so tired. But he knew he couldn't stay on the ground, he had to get up, he had to do something. He pulled himself from the floor, slumping forward once he was vertical. Everything still hurt, the energy of the shock still lingering under his skin, and he was incredibly lightheaded. Bill was too close, he noticed, uncomfortably close.

Bill smiled. He reached his hands out, one cupping under his human's chin and the other petting over his hair, pulling him closer. "My cute human," He cooed. Honey, he thought, sweet as honey. "I've been so mean, haven't I?" His heart exploded with a pleasant warmth as Ford weakly nodded in his hand. He planted a soft kiss to the side of Ford's tear stained face. "There there, I'm here now, gonna make it all better." He assured, kissing down the tear tracks. "You've missed your muse, haven't you?" His hand slipped lower, tugging down the collar of Ford's turtleneck, planting a loving kiss to the edge of his jaw. Ford was reluctant, and scared to even admit, but he nodded again. "I know, it's going to be okay now, gonna take care of you, Fordsy." Promised the dictator. His hand fell lower, messing with the man's business casual pants. "Gonna take real good care of you." Said the demon, sliding the zipper down.

Ford was suddenly very grateful his hands weren't chained as well, his arm shooting down and planting his hands firmly against Bill's wrist, keeping it from moving further. "P-Please, stop."

Bill looked up to his face with disinterest, his head tilting to the side in question. "You gonna tell me the equation now, Sixie?"

Ford opened his mouth but no words came out. He clenched his eyes shut, reluctantly releasing his hold on Bill, letting him continue. "N-No." He answered. He was starting to hate these tremors, they made him appear weak.. he was weak. He wondered if Bill could make them stop, maybe if he asked nicely? Fuck.. what had he been reduced to so easily.

A wicked smile was sewn into the demon's lips as he got back to work. He slid the pants down his hips, reaching in to pull out his Fordsy from the opening he made. Bill bit his lip at the sight of his human, already so eager. Bill used his other hand to grip the chain that bound Ford's neck, tugging it to pull Ford's head down so he could whisper in his ear. "You like this, don't you?"

Ford tried to turn away but it just made Bill grip Ford's face directly, turning him with a surprising lack of force, something almost gentle in the way he guided Ford to look at him. Ford kept his eyes closed as Bill smiled at him, he couldn't meet his eyes, not like this. Ford could feel Bill slowly wrap his cold hand around his hot member, the chilling sensation running up his spine in a shudder, dancing along the bones like a twisted ballerina. Ford tried to close his legs, though the effort was futile as with but another flinch drawing snap of Bill's fingers, the chains on his ankles came to life and kept his legs apart, pulling them wider to give Bill more room. "Always trying to run away." Tutted Bill, ever disappointed. Ford was ashamed of the fact he found himself feeling embarrassed, as if he cared if he pleased or displeased his mu- Bill. Bill. He didn't care, not about Bill.

Bill started with gentle, slow strokes. He'd be careful, he'd make this last. Ford was fighting every urge in his body to not let a sound slip, it would only spur Bill on. Bill pressed himself up, his lips soft against Ford's sealed ones, the man wasn't kissing back, Bill noticed quickly. "Don't you want your muse to be happy?" He spoke in quiet words, his eyes flicking across Ford's face.

"N-Not my muse," Ford struggled to say without moaning. "My muse died, drowned in Bill's lies." he still refused to open his eyes, to meet Bill's piercing gaze, though he was sure Bill was scowling at him now.

Fuck it. Bill sped up the pace of his pumps, he'd get Ford call him his muse if it took all night. His other hand pulled up the fabric of Ford's sweater, leaning himself down to take one of Ford's sensitive buds of nerves into his mouth. Ford couldn't help the groan that slipped from his throat at the feeling of Bill's pointed teeth grazing his bud. He fell back slightly, his arm shooting behind him to support his weight as the other was gripping Bill's shoulder. "Engh- B-Bill," He tried to push him off, but the demon was relentless, his tongue darting out to twirl against Ford as he used a light suction to entice the bud. "FFFuck," He hissed, failing to prevent a moan from slipping out while Bill applied more pressure to his dick. "Wait, please," He was disgusted by himself as he felt his release start to build, a bundle of pleasure sewing itself into his gut. It was wrong, to admit how good this felt, it would be wrong, so wrong. But fuck, Ford was sick of being right all the damn time.

Bill didn't give him any sign of mercy, just kept stroking, licking, sucking. The scientist couldn't help the way he bucked into Bill's hand, his hand shooting up from Bill's shoulder to dig into the demon's hair. He arched into Bill's touch, the muscles in his thighs tightening as he held back his climax. "S-Stop, please, g-goi-going to-to-" His face was flushed with embarrassment, just embarrassment, that was all, he totally didn't find this hot. Totally.

Bill smirked up at his favourite toy, the sight of his blushing face as he tried to restrain himself making Bill all the more excited for what he'd get to do next. He couldn't wait to be kings with Ford, for everything to be theirs for eternity. He was sure Ford couldn't wait for their glorious future as well, Bill knew Ford, the man longed for greatness, and Bill could give it to him, he just needed to accept. The demon snapped his fingers, the sweater Ford had been wearing dissolving from around him. Bill tucked himself into Ford's shoulder, sinking his pointed teeth into the meat of the scientist. Blood slipped from the wound and decorated Bill's lips as he pulled away. "Oh Ford, gonna make such a handsome king at my side." Bill licked the blood away with a sweep of his forked tongue. "And if you don't join me, I'll still think you're handsome," Bill batted his lashed, ever the innocent look as he wrapped his free hand around Ford's scarred neck, his fingers dancing over the magical chains that bound his human. "So handsome at my mercy, wonder what'd happen if I tightened these chains," He could see the way Ford's breath hitched in his throat. "All I'd have to do is snap my fingers, I could do so much to you, whatever I want," Bill almost felt lightheaded listening to his own words, they were all true, finally all true. Bill could do anything, and that fire that burned in his chest anytime he looked at Ford, oh it wanted to do everything. He kissed Ford's collarbone, taking note of every detail as Ford flexed his chest forward at the touch. "Should pull back your skin and use your muscles to string a piano, use your body as an instrument to play melodies of warning to all those who defy me."

Ford hated the way Bill's deranged words shot right to his dick. This was not the time! Ford had to muster all his focus to keep from falling apart under Bill's touch, the demon wasn't letting up, if anything he was moving faster now than he was a moment ago. "P-Please slo-" He was cut off by the sound of his own moan, his hands tightening into fists as he tried not to cum so easily.

"Want me to slow down, Fordsy?" Bill asked, his tone filled with mock innocence, as if he wasn't stroking Ford silly. Bill chuckled at the thought, silly, he loved that word. He wanted to teach Ford a lesson, make him plead and whine to keep his dignity, fill him with pleasure and watch him crumble under his hands, fuck him till he remembered where he belonged, and that was right under Bill's thumb. Ford needed to remember who owned him. All the scientist could do was nod dumbly, rather pathetically really, and all Bill wanted to do was watch till time ended, and then some. "All you got to do is say it, Sixie, just ask and I'll slow down, just gotta use your words."

It was simple. Too easy, Ford worried. But he had to try, the demon's relentless pace would have him spilling any second now. "Pl-Please, Slo-" He was cut off before he could finish by Bill pressing up into him, capturing his lips in a harsh kiss. Bill was anything but gentle as he devoured the whines that left Ford, his tongue easily slipping into the already parted lips, hastily entering into the wet and awaiting cavern of his human's mouth. When Bill finally pulled away, Ford tried again. "Slo-Slow d-" Only to be interrupted again by Bill's lips pressing into his in another greedy kiss, before pulling away again for the human to try another time. "Slow d-" Another kiss. "Sl-" And another. "S-Slow do-" And another. Ford tried to pull away from Bill but the demon only followed. "Plea-" And another. "Bill s-sto-" And another. "Stop, slo-" And another. "Slo-" And another. "Bill-!" And another. "P-Please, I-I-I-" And another. "Bill, stop-" And another. Ford needed this to stop, he couldn't survive any more. He didn't fight back as Bill requested entrance to his mouth, his lips easily parting. His hand fell from Bill's hair to the hand pumping along his cock, his weak grip not able to do anything against his captor. Bill parted from him again, gazing with some sick version of love up at his favourite human. "Bill, please, I can't, t-too much, please."

"Wow," Bill chuckled. "All that talking room and you didn't even think to ask me to slow down, makes me think you don't really want me to after all." mischievously smiled the demon.

The words processed slowly in Ford's brain, when they finally clicked they brought tears to his eyes. Damn it, Bill was right. "Please, s-slow dow-" Bill pressed another kiss to his lips. Tears gushed down his face, cries mixing with his moans. Bill loved this, such a pretty sight, he thought, he was reluctant but he did slow his pace. Ford stared down at his mu- Bill with confusion. "But I didn't..?"

"So pretty covered in your own tears," Bill nuzzled his face against Ford. "You tried so hard, I can admire your effort." Bill loved his Fordsy, loved the feeling of him snuggling his face into his shoulder, trying to hide away.

Ford's muse was so kind, Ford absentmindedly thought. He couldn't help himself, he didn't know why, but he couldn't. "Please, let me cum, my muse." The words slipped from his lips without his permission. Regret and shame were two things he had become quite close with in the last 30 years, wrapping his soul in a bitter cocoon and wedging into the hole in his heart Bill had left behind, and now they pounded at the walls of their enclosure, striking him with something loud and angry. He was mad, at himself, at Cipher, at the world. None of this was fair. How could he let himself fall prey to Bill again.

Bill used his free hand to cradle Ford's head against him. "Of course, Fordsy, anything you ask for I'll give you," Ford would've starting crying right then if wasn't already. "Go on, it's okay," Comforted the demon, his fingers playing with Ford's soft hair, Bill had always loved how soft Ford's hair was. Due to how closely they were connected, when Ford finally came undone, he shot ropes against Bill, decorating his stomach in the sticky substance. "Oh Fordsy," Bill thought it was cute, "You've made a mess." How his human shook with fear. "Not gonna hurt you," He whispered into the man's ear. "Just tell me the equation, that's all I wanna know."

Ford was using what was left of his energy to refrain from letting that damned equation slip from himself. He was having such a hard time gathering his thoughts, his focus entirely scattered as he tried to remember where he was. He couldn't seem to remember anything clearly, his brain entirely mesmerized by how good he felt. Everything felt right. Everything was perfect. Just like this, just for forever. What had Bill said before? About eternity?

Bill turned his head, burying his face in Ford's hair. He took a whiff, Ford smelt like Ford, Bill laughed at the thought. Pine nettles, dirt, burnt paper, sweat, a little blood, pen ink. "My Stanford." He wanted to hold him forever, why didn't Ford want to let him? "Everything will be better once we get outta Gravity Falls, you'll forget ever hating me," He said it in a promise, at least he meant it as one. A tear slipped from his eye, he didn't like that this form could cry, he should change that. "Fordsy?"

"No." Came Ford's ever defiant voice. He wasn't sure how he was managing to, but he had mustered up enough strength to remember just how cruel Bill was, he was no muse, he was a monster, and Ford needed to remember that. "You'll have to pull that equation from my brain after you've killed me."

Bill liked that mental imagine, cracking open Ford's skull and plucking the equation out like he would the note from a fortune cookie. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Sixer." The demon used his grip on Ford's hair to wrench him back, to force him to look at his tormentor. "Ford, give me the equation." His voice was strict, cold, a threat evident in the anger that slipping through every word.

Ford snarled in response, "Not in a billion lifetimes, Cipher."

Bill's eyes widened with anger. What was Ford doing?! It had been going so well, why was Ford ruining it all now?! He had called him his muse again, Bill thought that meant.. he thought... Damn it, Ford had gone and made a fool of him. His heart swelled with vexation. "You- You-," He flustered. "How could you say that! We were having a moment and everything, Fordsy!" He huffed in frustration. Ugh, his human was trying to ruin everything for them, why was he always so stubborn! The form glowed red, fading into blue down his arms and at the tips of his ears.

Ford rolled his eyes. "No, we were not." He crossed his arms. It was so tempting to curl up in Bill's lap and revel in the sweet lies Bill would gift him if he asked. But he couldn't, he had to remind himself, he couldn't.

Bill scrambled for a comeback, something witty to say. But Ford was not giving him much to work with! "I- But- Sixer!" The scientist almost cracked a smile. He loved when he was able to perplex his tormentor. He had to hide a snicker behind his hand as he watched Bill continue to fume. "Fordsy," Bill flushed at the sound of the man's laughter, it was such a perfect sound, thought the humanoid triangle. "I'm upset." He fussed, averting his eyes from his human.

Ford couldn't help but laugh fully at Bill, earning a scathing glare, though there was no real malice behind it, just a playful air that Ford relished. How was this so easy? To fall into this routine of laughter and smiles, why couldn't Ford stay mad? He supposed he never could, not with Bill, not easily. No matter what Bill did, Ford still wanted him, though he couldn't rightfully explain why. It was just a pull, a silent nagging need, something that played with his heart and whistled sweet tunes through his mind without ever making a noise. He wanted so desperately to push Bill away, to yell and shout, to say he didn't need him, that he hated him, he so desperately wanted to want that, really he did. But he couldn't. Instead he reached out, without even thinking to, his hands cradled Bill's pouting face with such care, it disgusted Ford. "My apologies, my king," Hummed Ford. "You're just so cute when you get all huffy like that, Bill." Chuckled the man. He needed to move, to get away, it was too easy to fall into Bill again, to let himself play make believe and drown in that nostalgic feeling of young love. He couldn't, he reminded himself, he-... he shouldn't..

Bill stared into Stanford's eyes, a longing seeping into the stars of his pupils, shining through every nasty thought that plagued him. He lifted his hand to cover one of the ones Ford held to his face, leaning into the touch. It was as if everything went quiet as he stared at his Sixer. The man's expression was soft, caring, despite the turmoil that rested below the surface. "Why don't you want me?" Bill couldn't help but ask. The question had haunted him since he had met the scientist.

Ford's heart ached. How Bill looked so small under his touch, he wasn't sure. His tormentor, his love, was staring up at him with something so heavy, something so burdening, something strong enough to make Ford question everything he knew. Why was he looking at him like that? Why was he able? The human clenched his eyes shut. "I do." The admission wasn't easy to say, wasn't easy to think, but he had to tell him, had to make it clear to his god how much he yearned to have him.

Tears slipped from Bill's eyes, he hadn't even noticed them arrive and payed them little mind as they fell. "Not enough."

Ford felt a burst of anger explode within his chest, plunging him into a burrow of desperation. His expression hardened with sadness, betraying his every thought of despair as he searched Bill's face for anything, a hint of humour perhaps, of understanding, of dishonesty. He couldn't possibly believe Ford didn't want for him more than anything else, right? Ford was overwhelmed by his emotions, by the sight of Bill, by the way no matter how he heard it Bill's words were filled with hurt. The man lunged forward, startling the demon as the scientist planted his lips over Bill's. "Don't say that, don't you dare say that," He said between kisses, his firm hands pushing Bill to the ground below him. "After everything I've given up to follow you, everything I lost to find you," Ford held Bill down with hands on his waist. "I've wanted you since before I knew how to, since before you had graced me with the knowledge of your name have I wanted you," His lips trailed down the side of Bill's neck, a path of hungry kisses left in his wake. "I want you, and I have wanted you. You say I don't want you enough as if my devotion couldn't have sustained us, as if it wasn't your lying hands that strangled my loving heart then demanded I bandage your bruises, you sick fucking bastard, you ruined me and I want you to do it all over again if it means I can pretend you ever fucking loved me for even a second." His hands trailed up the side of Bill's body, pushing up the thin shirt that adorned the demon's humanoid form. Bill was in less than he had been the last time, Ford noticed. Now it was just a thin yellow button up and light grey pants that protected Bill from the man's prying eyes. "Want to tear you open, push inside and rest within your ribs." The scientist kissed lower, taking advantage of the skin revealed by Ford pushing up the demon's shirt.

Bill felt a shiver cascade down his spine at Ford's words. "Fuck, that's kinda hot, Sixer." The curve of his lip quirked up as he looked down at his human, leading a trail of kisses down to the waistband of the demon's pants. "You gonna make good on that?" He teased, reaching his hand down to play with the scientist's hair.

Ford smacked away his tormentor's hand, peering up at him through his mussed hair. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Bill." Ford said, mocking Bill's earlier words with a smile. His tongue darted out of his mouth, moving up the teeth of Bill's zipper before licking the small piece of metal into his mouth, holding it between his teeth and tugging it downward. He kept his eyes trained to Bill's, enjoying every second of the way the demon's eyes widened in fluster. He expertly undid the button of his pants, holding the fabric between his teeth as his tongue pushed the metal through the slit. He pushed his thumbs under the waistband. "Lift your hips." He instructed quickly, pushing down the fabric.

Bill lifted his hand to cover his blush stricken expression as he did what Ford said, his eyes focused solely on the scientist's movements as the human removed his clothes. He watched intently as Ford leaned down to his erect member, his hot breath fanning over the twitching length. Bill was going to die if Ford didn't break eye contact, right now! But Ford in fact did not break eye contact, staring up at the demon as his tongue slipped from between his kiss bruised lips, his tongue smoothing around the underside of Bill's dick, slowly pulling upwards till his tip met Bill's. Fuck, Bill was doomed, doomed!

Ford planted his hands on Bill's inner thighs, pushing them apart as he wrapped his swollen lips around Bill, eagerly welcoming him into his mouth. His tongue lapped at his tip, licking up the precum that dribbled down. Bill shuddered as the pleasure rippled up his nerves, his hand shooting down to bury in Ford's hair. The scientist snatched up the demon's hand, pinning it beside him as he took Bill into his throat, ignoring the pain, instead focusing on the sound of Bill's strained moans.

Bill clawed at the ground, his hips snapping upwards in search of filling Ford's throat further. "Fuck, feel so good around me," He groaned, enchanted by the sight of Ford choking on his length. He wanted nothing more than to grab Ford by the hair and push him down further on his dick, but he'd let Ford have his fun with the meager control he had over the situation. His claws dug into the stone floor, trying to ground him as Ford's tongue lapped at his member while he swallowed down the demon. "So handsome, sucking my dick so pretty." Bill knew his pupils had morphed into beady hearts as he stared at his human, a soft pink glow emanating from his form.

Ford's fingers dug into the meat of Bill's thighs, his nails embedding in the flesh, tearing the skin. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes as he gagged around Bill, enticed by the sight of Bill's arching back. He swallowed around Bill, staring up at the demon with a tainted admiration. Bill's moans turned to desperate whines as he felt his climax rapture through his form, rattling through his nerves as he released into Ford.

Ford eagerly swallowed down every ounce of Bill he could, mourning the line that mixed with his drool and slid down his chin. Ford wanted Bill, all of Bill, and the only thing that rivaled that want, was the want for Bill to know that. He knew Bill could never understand the way his soul yearned to rest with the triangle's, how his body longed to be intertwined with Bill's, how his mind wanted to meld with the demon's thoughts. He panted as he parted from Bill, greedy for air within his neglected lungs. "G-Give me the equation." Bill's voice croaked from above him.

Ford rolled his eyes, Bill was stubborn, the man would give him that. "Shut up," Mumbled the scientist. He wrapped his arms around the demon's midsection, "Just," tucking himself into Bill's side as he tried to catch his breath. "Shut up." He huffed, completely unaware of the way Bill gazed down at him in blind adoration.

Bill needed that equation, so that this could be forever. Why was Ford being so reluctant? Bill brushed his fingers through Ford's hair, Ford was human, Bill had always known this, Ford's life was a blip of Bill's, the thought spawned fear within the demon's core. He needed that equation, he needed to be the all powerful king of the universe, so that they could have eternity, so that Ford could have eternity, with him. "Don't wanna lose you, Sixer." It was painful to say aloud, Bill had never been good with emotions.

Ford buried his face deeper into Bill's side, ignoring the way his glasses became askewed against his face. "I wish I was able to feel the same way." Ford could smell the sweat on Bill's skin, an absentminded thought in the back of his mind wondering how the form produced such things as sweat, what had he just..? He'd get answers for that later. Right now he wanted to soak in Bill's gentle presence for as long as the dictator would allow. He knew it was wrong, but he was enjoying this moment, the way Bill carded his fingers through his hair, the sound of his faux heartbeat below his fabricated skin, the way his arms held him so tenderly. For a second he could almost forget about the chains that kept him in this miserable place.

Bill loved the anger that rose within him, it was familiar, he knew it well. There was a comfort in the way he pushed Ford away, in every sense of the word, shoving him to the ground. "Why won't you join me?!" He shouted, despising the way Ford didn't match his anger, he just looked tired. "I love you, Ford." He needed Ford to say it back, he needed it more than the blood that was sustaining this form. Ford needed to know that Bill had loved him, or at least Bill needed Ford to know.

Ford loved Bill, but he knew he never should have. "You aren't good for me, Bill." He settled.

Bill's form flashed blue. "But I could be something for you." He tried. He may not have been good, but he could be anything else, anything else Ford wanted.

"That's not enough." The scientist wept, reaching up to wipe a tear from Bill's eye with his calloused thumb. He tried to ignore how much he wanted to let himself fall prey to Bill's warmth, even if the warmth thrived from his anger, it still managed to comfort Ford's tired nerves.

Bill pressed impossibly closer to his human, he wanted their forms meshed together, to be as close to Ford as physicist would allow. Actually, fuck physics, Bill would change physics, he was a god, he'd sew the fabric of the universe anew if it meant being closer to his Fordsy. "I can be enough," He kissed the curve of Ford's shoulder, right below the shining blue collar. "I can be enough, let me be enough," His lips molded to the shape of Ford, the sweat slicked skin an oddly pleasant taste to the demon. "All you have to do is join me, we can be kings, I'll give you everything." He promised between kisses.

"You just want me for my mind, just like everyone else." Ford had to believe what he was saying, it was the only thing that had always been remained true. Not even Bill could change that. Please don't change that, he internally begged, he needed something to be true, even if it was that.

Bill was startled by the way Ford lied with such earnest, it had to be a lie, because there was no way Ford really believed that, right? Bill wrapped his arms around Ford, his hands pressing lower, pushing the man's already mussed pants lower, kicking them away once they were far enough down the scientist's legs. "Not true, I could have had any genius mind I wanted," He insisted, his hands trailing the curve of the man's ass. "Honestly, there were so many others with an intellect that surpassed yours by entire universes' of knowledge!" His vibrant demeanor dimmed as he noticed Ford's irked expression. "But-! But, I chose you! Not because you're the great Stanford Pines, researcher extraordinary, change chasing Scientist explorer, but because," His lips ghosted over Ford's, something so soft, delicate, there was no pressure, just the air of love. "Because, you're my Fordsy." He knew the beady fucking hearts were back as he gazed at his human with a bubbly feeling in his chest. Were there hearts in Ford's eyes too? Or was that just in his head?

Ford didn't know how, he had never been too keen on the study of psychology, but somehow, miraculously, Bill had managed to flatter the man. He averted his eyes from Bill's flustered display, the pink glow reflecting onto him as he tucked away his own blushing face behind a six fingered hand. A shudder ran up his spine as Bill's tongue ran up his pulse, a subtle reminder of every way the god was in control of Ford. "F-Fuck," He whined. "Just stick your dick in me already." He pleaded, his blush spreading down to his shoulders with the way Bill effected his body.

Bill smiled down at his human, something malicious in his eyes as he kneaded at the flesh of Ford's behind, he loved the way his human was shaped, so perfect for him to play with. "Such crass words from those pretty lips, should punish you for speaking so sinfully to your god." His voice came out smooth as honey, slipping into Ford's ear like a secret exchanged under the covers during a sleepover, but this secret wasn't an innocent fact shared between friends, this secret was something that burned in the hands of those who touched it, engaged between two beings broken by their own foolish disregard, hoping the heat of this secret may mold them new hands, kinder hands that could repair the cracks in their souls.

"Bill, please." His voice was quiet, meeting the secret half way in the dark as the demon of the night trailed it's knowing claw up the path of his spine. His back arched to accommodate Bill's exploring hands, trying to give him as much room as possible to learn every part of the man, as if he didn't already know.

"Beg me for it," Taunted Bill.

"What?" Questioned his human.

"Beg your god to take care of you, grovel for my touch, for the pleasure only your god can give you." His sultry tone danced through the cords of Ford's brain. As much as he wanted to dive into Ford headfirst, tug and pull and pry from him everything the man kept hidden, he wanted Ford on his knees, metaphorically this time, he wanted Ford sputtering his praises like he used to. "Sing for me, Stanford." He whispered, his gaze falling between their bodies to eye the perked dick that already throbbed with need for a release gifted by it's god.

Ford's mind was blanking, the overwhelming feeling of Bill filling his every sense drowning any dignified thoughts. All he could smell, taste, see, it was all Bill. "Please, Cipher, don't make me."

"Nuh uh, you know what to call me," tsked the demon, pressing his hips just close enough to press his length against Ford's, the man's breath catching in his throat. "You said you wanted me, Sixer, prove how much."

Ford could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand at attention. "Please Bill, my god, my king, I need you" He whined, reaching out, drawing Bill down to meet him in a kiss, a surge of pride beaming through him as the demon didn't resist the movement, letting Ford guide him. "My beloved god, I need your touch, need you inside me, need you to fuck me till I can't think about anything but you," He liked that idea, the thought of everything falling away, of everything only being them once again, just them, why couldn't it have stayed just them? "Please, anything you'll give me my god, please Bill, my muse, my star," He was abruptly cut off by a moan ripping through his diaphragm as Bill ground his hips down into Ford's. "My muse," He repeated, testing the waters to find the point of reaction. "My star?"

Bill couldn't help the way he surged forward, hunger burning beneath his skin as he ripped his own shirt from his frame, buttons snapping off the fabric he tossed the article of clothing the side, pressing Ford against him, needing desperately to feel the man's skin on his own. "Oh Fordsy, always know just what to say to make things right." His thumbs pressed into the human's hip bones, so delicate, Bill was tempted to see what sounds Ford would make if Bill used just a bit more force, how quickly would the cracks climb? "Gonna fill you with my dick, pump you full of my cum and thrust it up into that tight hole till you can't remember a time when I wasn't inside you." He kissed feverishly across Ford's skin. A mourning nestled into his bones, already dreading what he'd have to do next. He planted a final firm affection atop the scientist's lips before pulling away, lifting himself from over Ford and off the ground, immediately regretting the lack of contact. His mood instantly brightened when he snapped his fingers, the chain around Ford's neck snapping to attention, pulling the man to his knees before tugging him down to the ground, his glasses cracking further upon impact with the floor. His eyes shot up to long at Bill over the rims of his damaged opticals. Bill skipped his way behind Ford, his chest filling with joy at the change of view. He smoothed his fingers along Ford's skin, feeling the hairs rise under the pads of his fingers as they glided across the canvas that was his love's body. "So pretty," He muttered to himself, biting his lip as he looked upon the beauty that was his human, his Ford. "So lucky." He lowered himself to his knees, his hands still planted firmly around the scientist's hips as he positioned himself behind the man. "Really all mine," He pressed a kiss to the small of Ford's back, right above his tramp stamp, or as Bill liked to call it, his Bill stamp. "Whether you like it or not, even if you don't join me, you're mine now and forever," He started a line of soft kisses, moving lower and lower with each one. "And I can do whatever," Kiss. "I," Kiss. "Want," Kiss. "To you." He pressed his final kiss right over Ford's entrance, holding back a giggle at the way the man shivered in response. The tip of his tongue danced around the rim of muscles, the demon eyeing hungrily at the way it constricted around nothing. "Mama always said it was wrong for me to play with my food," He kissed over Ford again, his tongue darting out to prod at the scientist's entrance. "Guess I always was a disappointment though," He loved the sound of surprise Ford made when he pressed his face closer. "But I don't mind, as long as I get to keep having my fun with you, Fordsy." His tongue slithered from between his lips, licking into his awaiting human. His tongue plunged into the embrace Ford's body had ready for him, always ready for Bill. The forked muscle twirled around the man's walls, working deeper till he reached that sweet spot inside his human, that spot that made moans of shock spill like drool from the renowned researcher. Bill loved how easy it was to have his Sixer fall apart because of him, loved how truly desperate he had his saviour from only his tongue, just prepping him and the man was already whining for release. The demon massaged the bundle of nerves within Ford, his long, spindly, forked tongue moving in swift and precise motions, poor Ford was too wracked with pleasure though to even realise that Bill was trying to spell something inside him.

Ford could feel a pit of pleasure building in his core, his muscles tightening to accommodate the immense bouts of feeling overwhelming him. He practically cried when he felt Bill pull his wet muscle from his aching hole. "My god, please." He mewled, looking over his shoulder at the demon who had infected everything good the human had ever been capable of, had he ever been capable of anything? Not without Bill, a traitorous voice whispered in the back of his mind. He tried to ignore the thought, but here he was, on the ground, at Bill's mercy in every way, the only thing giving him any worth or control being the equation he knew Bill could ask any other genius to solve for him. His eyes instantly fell shut as he felt Bill grind his hips into the man's ass, a shuttered breath fanning over the warm stone of the floor as he felt how hard his mu- Bill was, the demon who had taken everything from him, now pressing against him, weeping tip leaking precum down Ford's flushed skin.

Bill lowered himself over Ford's arched back, a smirk playing on his lips as he whispered into Ford's ear, "'Please' what? Please, stick your dick in me my god? Please, ravage me till all I can remember is how to beg for your mercy? Please, keep me chained up here till the end of time so we can be together forever without me losing my pathetic dignity? Please, use me till you've had your fill of what my minuscule human body can offer you?" He licked over the rim of Ford's ear. "Which one, Sixer?" He taunted, not expecting any response as he pressed the tip of his dick into the scientist, well, maybe one response, but he got it easily enough, the sound of Ford moaning through bitten lips below him soon filling his awaiting ears.

Bill wanted to push deeper, to thrust his the entirety of his length into his human, but he stopped his motions at the sight of tears collecting on the lenses of Ford's askew glasses. He quickly seemed to remember just how long thirty years was to a human. He didn't truly understand why he stopped, but he did stop, and he suddenly didn't feel the need to pound into his human so hastily. The demon nuzzled his face into Ford's hair, placing a gentle kiss atop the man's head. "I know, it's okay," His voice was so soft it startled him. "Been a long time, your body just needs time to remember me." Why didn't he want him crying? Bill didn't have an answer, the closest thing to one being the hum in the back of the whispers that sounded an awful lot like, 'not like this' "Just tell me when, Stanford." He instructed, rubbing triangular shapes into Ford's hips.

Ford didn't understand the sudden, drastic shift in demeanor but he knew he needed the take advantage of the opportunity to adjust, to become re-accustomed with the way Bill's size stretched him. It was like being hit by a wave of toxic nostalgia, washing him in nothing but painful memories, and yet he had missed it, by god, any god, how he'd missed it. He watched the tears he had spilled collect on the under rim of his glasses before dripping to the floor, almost instantly drying on the warm stone. How had he let this happen? How was this happening? How had he gotten here at all? Ford, unfortunately, knew the answer to all of those questions. He had made a mistake, because he had never been able to truly refuse Bill Cipher, his muse, his god, his friend, his enemy, his tormentor, his torturer, his only true love. "Now, please now." He pleaded. He didn't want to think about it, not now, not ever. He didn't want to think at all.

As eager as Bill was to spear Ford on his cock, he took it slowly as he pressed deeper into Ford. The scientist's mouth was hung open in a constant gasp as guttural moans edged up his throat and slipped from his bruised lips, the sight one Bill revered as a blessing, utterly entranced as he watched Ford work through the overwhelming mingling of pleasure and pain. "Feel good, Ford?" Asked the dictator as he leveled out in Ford, fully sheathing his dick in his scientist. It took the passing of multiple beats, but eventually Ford nodded dumbly in response, the man still struggling to collect himself. Bill pressed another soft kiss to Ford's head, humming into his greyed hair. "Well I'm about to make you feel so much better," His caring smile twisting into a sinister smirk. What? Ford had said he was ready! "You want that, Sixie? Want me to make you feel soo good, Fordsy?" He sung in question, twirling the tip of his claw atop his human's hip bone. Ford nodded again, a whine mixing with the movement. Bill pulled himself from the scientist in a slow drawl, kissing Ford's head again, ever innocent, ignoring the way he snapped his hips into the man's ass, thrusting into the researcher with a cruel harshity.

Ford cried out, belting out a sob of a moan as tears gushed down the the sides of his face. He didn't want to think, about where he was, what was happening, who it was happening with, he didn't want to acknowledge what he had let happen, he just wanted to drown in what Bill would give him. "Mo-More, please, please more, Bill, I need you, please," He mewled, his face flushing deeper with his embarrassment. "Bill please, I don't want to think anymore, please Bill, free me from these thoughts." He begged, his hand reaching behind himself to grip at one of the hands positioned on his hip, ignoring the way Bill so swiftly moved to intertwine their fingers, their hands fitting together perfectly, so very perfectly.

Bill made quick work of fulfilling his saviour's request, setting a steady pace of thrusts, nothing too rough but not quite gentle. He may look down on human bodies but this form was fucking incredible, thought the demon as Ford clenched around his dick. Bill had been waiting for this for far too long, to be this close to his Ford again. He never wanted to part from him, never again. "Anything you want, my love." He smiled, he couldn't help but smile. They were finally together again, the reality of it sunk into his bones and infected his heart. Finally. He was filled with such a radiant warmth, something that heated his core so strongly, it wasn't anger and it wasn't lust, Bill couldn't identify it, but he found he didn't mind it. It almost felt like.. he didn't want to say it, to admit it. Home. The word rung in his head like a slightly awkward memory. And suddenly, he was the one who didn't want to think.

Ford's moans increased in volume, cracking into needy whines as Bill sped his pace, thrusting into his human with a reckless abandon. Ford had half a mind to tell him to slow down, well, more accurately a quarter of a mind, and that was being generous. The rest of his mind was practically brain dead, bliss fizzling out neural pathways, the only thing seeming to process being his need to melt himself down and become part of Bill. Ford felt his stomach bubble and boil with pleasure, his dick leaking onto the floor. "You feel me inside you, Fordsy?" Bill was leaving sloppy, tongue heavy kisses across Ford's shoulder blades, his length seated in Ford, pressing himself into the bundle of nerves inside the Ford for a prolonged moment. "You like being so full of me, don't you, Sixie," Bill's hand slipped from Ford's hip to clasp around the scientist's throbbing length, stroking it slowly as he resumed his pace of brutal thrusts. "Want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you Fordsy?" Pride surged through Bill at the way Ford nodded against the floor, a constant string of pretty little sounds spilling from his drooling mouth. He squeezed Ford's hand, tucking his face into Ford's neck, suddenly frustrated with the collar of his own creation, annoyed by the familiar touch of his own magic. He peeked up to Ford's face when he felt the man still, his pupils morphing into hearts as his vision filled with the sight of his beloved, the man's face permanently stained by his red blush, drool dripping down his chin, tears trailing his face, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his parted lips bruised from Bill's previous abuse, his brows scrunched and twitching. Bill could feel Ford's seed spurting against his fingers while Bill's own climax wracked through his form, he was instantly grateful that he'd fixed his form for longtime use. His movements were stuttering but he kept thrusting, fucking Ford through both of their releases, he didn't want to stop, never stop.

Ford sputtered a sob as Bill's motions continued, finding himself incredibly sensitive. If he tried to move away from Bill's pistoning dick, he was pushing himself into Bill's eager hand, and if he tried to pull his aching cock from the demon's hand, he was pressing himself further onto his tormentor's length. There was no escape from Bill, the humanoid triangle milking the man's member and pushing his own cum deeper into the scientist's tight hole. "Stop, Cipher, p-please." He squeezed at the demon's hand, a desperate plea for Bill to hear him.

Bill stroked Ford's cock quicker, enjoying the way Ford's breaths stuttered into a moan. "Don't call me that, you only call me that when you're mad."

"Bill!" Shouted the man. "I need a break, stop, please." He panted whines, already feeling his release build again, powerless against the effect of the pleasure the demon forced through his body. He was sure his dick had never stopped spilling onto the floor, but the idea of Bill pulling any more from him was exhausting just as a thought. "Bill, it's too much."

Bill's brain was functioning incredibly slowly, taking a full minute to process each word Ford said, the majority of his focus reserved for keeping up his use of his human. "Have you forgotten, Sixie, you're my prisoner, and I get to do whatever I want for as long as I want," He released his grip on Ford's hand, instead moving it to tilt back the man's head, forcing him into eye contact with the demon. "But you don't have to be here as a prisoner, you could be a king," He kissed the corner of the scientist's eye, the taste of salt tainting his lips. "You just have to tell me the equation, join me, Stanford."

Ford stared up at the being he had dedicated himself to, his beloved muse, looking down at him with such desperately expectant eyes, waiting. The scientist hesitated, only for a moment, just a moment, such a minuscule moment, it didn't mean anything, Ford would forever insist. But he hesitated, before he shook his head, denying Bill once again. The humanoid triangle's expression instantly fell, his grip shifting to wrangle Ford by the hair, shoving the man's head to the stone ground.

Bill quickened the pumps of his fist along his human's weeping member, only having to keep up the pace for a couple seconds before Ford was seizing with his climax, crying as he spilled more of his hot semen onto the awaiting ground. Fine, Bill thought, If Ford wasn't going to be his king, he'd be his dumb little fuck doll instead. Bill finally released his grip of Ford's length, leaving the throbbing entity to finish it's pathetic release, Bill's hand moving to grip his hip, using his hold as an anchor to assist in pumping into Ford's abused hole. He slammed his cock into him, each pistoning motion deliberate as it struck that desperate soft spot within Ford, elongating his already torturous finish.

Ford slumped against the ground, exhaustion becoming second nature to the man. He was so fucking tired. "Cipher, stop, please stop," For a second after he spoke he thought maybe he had actually convinced his tormentor to release him as he felt his dick slip from within him, but before he could have a moment of peace, Bill flipped him onto his back, Ford let out an alarmed yelp at the sensation of Bill's mouth enveloping his cock as it twitched with sensitivity. His arm shot down with the last of his energy, only capable of resting atop Bill's head as it bobbed along his member. "Stop, Cipher, stop." He begged, truly helpless as Bill swallowed around him.

The humanoid triangle lifted his head from his human, licking a strip up his shaft as he went. "I thought I told you to stop calling me that." He grumbled. He turned his head to the side, his eyes trained to a faded mark that spurred a flurry of memories and emotions to erupt within his chest. A bite mark, the first mark he had ever managed to leave on Ford. It had taken a large sum of his magical energy, but now, as he stared at the way the landmark of their relationship remained even after all these years, he knew it was worth it. He placed a tender kiss to the faded mark before he crawled up Ford's body, caging the man's head in between his arms. "Just join me, Sixer, you need me," He snarled in the scientist's face. Just say yes, his mind screamed, so loud, always so loud, always screaming, screaming for Stanford. "You're mine, you belong to me, you can't help yourself but need me," He pressed his lips to Ford's in a kiss his saviour didn't return. "Be a king with me, you know you want to, stop lying to yourself," Bill combed his fingers through Ford's grey hair. He needed out of gravity falls, he needed to be truly all powerful, then he'd really be able to fix everything. "You, need, me!"

"I know!" Ford shouted back, his chest heaving with his uncontrolled breathing. "But I can't have you, Bill," He mourned, his words breaking under their own weight. His weak arms lifted to the demon's face, his head tilting to the side with adoration as he stared up at his everything, his hands gently cradling the humanoid triangle. "I can't love you." Something inside him broke as he said the words aloud, like he was truly realising their truth for the first time. He couldn't love him, not the right way. Had he ever loved anyone the right way? Had Bill?

They stared at each other for what seemed like an impossible amount of time. Eventually Bill retracted himself from his place over Ford, his face dull as he walked towards the exit of the cell, his arms embracing himself like a shield. When he turned back to face Ford again his regular cheery, showman's smile was in place. The sight of it sickened the human man. "I'm gonna go grab a snack or something, check on the henchmaniacs!" He beamed. Gross. "Enjoy your stupid fucking break, I'll be back soon for round 2!" And with that he left, leaving Ford alone. All alone.

Ford sputtered for a moment. "All of that was round 1?!" He gawked. He was fucked. Thoroughly. And about to be fucked more thoroughly, somehow. "Fuck."