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“GANG!!!” Bill screamed with excitement as the flaming car appeared in front of the Mystery Shack, coming to a screeching halt almost on top of Bill, but he showed no fear, jumping up and down as his old henchmaniacs sprang out of the car.
“BILL!!!” They all yelled in unison, nearly trampling Bill as they scooped him up in a messy group hug.
Pyronica pinched Bill’s cheek, letting out a little squeal, “Look at this little meat suit of yours! It’s adorable! When you sent that letter about you being reincarnated into a human, I didn’t think it would look this good!”
Keyhole laughed, circling Bill, “Look at you! You don’t even look half as scary as you used to!”
“Hey!” Bill laughed, playfully shoving Keyhole away, “I’ll let you know that being human isn’t all bad!”
“I bet!” Teeth chuckled, pointing to Ford, who was standing over with Stan, the twins, Melody, Soos (who was holding Baby Phil), and Abuelita, who were all staring with wide, nervous eyes, “Got yourself a new gang?”
Pyronica nudged Bill, “Replacing us, Macho-Nacho?” She smirked, going to ruffle his hair, which Bill hadn’t had time to pull back like he usually did.
Bill ducked out from under her hand, giggling while he grabbed her wrist gently, “Never, Pyro, but this is different.” Bill looked around, noticing the lack of people, “Where’s the rest of the crew?”
Teeth looked away, rubbing his top, “Amorphous Shape said we shouldn’t all come, since we’re all still wanted criminals and all that.”
Keyhole sighed, “We didn’t want to risk getting you into any trouble, Boss, with you getting all reincarnated and all. We figured they’d have a harder time finding us if only a few of us came along.”
“Just because we’re still criminals doesn’t mean we wanna drag you back if you don’t want to come back.” 8 Ball said, sharing a glance with Pyronica.
“Guys…” Bill looked at the four in front of him, not quite knowing what to say.
“It’s alright, bossman! We get it!” Pyronica was smiling, but it looked incredibly forced, “You’ve got a nice cushy life with your new buddies. Don’t feel bad.”
Ford looked between the henchmaniacs, and Bill, his initial worry that they’d cause trouble starting to be replaced with…pity. It was quite clear to him and his family that Bill’s old friends felt that they’d been abandoned by their leader, but didn’t want him to feel bad for trying to have a better life. To see a group of beings who’d helped nearly end the world act so kind and caring with Bill made Ford wonder just how close Bill was with them. How long had they all been together before Weirdmaggedon?
“Guys, hey, look at me.” Bill looked at his old friends, offering a gentle smile that seemed to take them all off guard…unused to being able to so clearly see Bill’s emotions, “You guys are still my best friends, my pals, even if I am a boring, squishy meatsack. Just because I’m not an overly dressed pyramid anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t want you guys around.”
Pyronica sniffled, quickly wiping at her eyes, “Aww…Bill…”
Keyhole was openly teary eyed, “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to us-”
“You really are human now, aren’t you?” 8 Ball chuckled, starting to smile at Bill’s sentiment.
Teeth gave a wide grin, “I kinda like the human you, Boss!”
Bill laughed, running a hand through his hair, “Yeah, I’m starting to like me too.”
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The day passed in a blur, Bill sitting in the living room with his pals while they all caught up on what they’d been up to. Everyone else stayed in the kitchen mostly, watching, but not really sure if they should interact. Phil got a little fussy that he wasn’t being brought to Bill at all, but Melody and Soos just couldn’t get the worry from their minds of these beings around their infant son. They trusted Bill, but they weren’t sure if they could trust his friends quite yet.
“It’s like they’re meeting for brunch or something…” Stan said to no one in particular, peeking out of the kitchen and into the living room, “But Bill looks like a kid on Christmas, so I guess it’s going good.”
Dipper fidgeted where he sat, unable to ease his nerves, “What if they get Bill wanting to act like his old self again? He’s been doing really well.”
“Dipper!” Mabel huffed, putting her hands on her hips, “Bill would never! Besides, they already said that they didn’t want him to come back if he didn’t want to!” Mabel peeked out into the living room as well, “Besides, the pink one is way too amazing looking to make Bill all mean and evil again!”
“Mabel, just because you like how she looks, doesn’t mean she can’t do that.” Dipper muttered, ignoring the pointed look his twin shot back at him.
Abuelita sat with Soos and Melody, taking a turn holding Phil, who was babbling and shaking his little fists, “It will be okay, Bill won’t forget us, or how he’s grown.”
“She’s right.” Ford had been looking out of the window for a while, arms crossed, “Bill’s just talking with some old friends. That’s all.”
“Sixer, you can’t tell me that you’re not even a little nervous.” Stan looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow.
Ford looked over at Stan, shrugging, his expression one of confidence and trust, “I was, but then I saw how Bill acts with them, and how they act with him. They like the growth he’s made, that much is clear, and I don’t think Bill would want to go with them, even if they were going to offer it.”
“And you know this, how?” Stan asked, tone betraying his skepticism.
“Because I trust him.” Ford said simply, a small smile on his face.
There was a beat of silence, everyone in the kitchen looking at Ford with stunned expressions, some even looking a little guilty. Bill had done so much to try and prove that he wasn’t the demon they all remembered, not anymore. The least they could all do was trust him to make the right decision with his henchmaniacs around.
“Ford!” Bill called from the living room, “Get in here! The gang wants to meet you!”
Ford’s eyes widened a bit, but his smile grew as he started to walk out of the kitchen, “Alright, alright, I’m coming.”
“Guys, you remember Stanford.” Bill said as Ford sat beside him on the couch, immediately moving to sit with his arm around the other man, “Ford, this is Pyronica, 8 Ball, Keyhole, and Teeth.” Bill pointed at each of his friends as he said their names.
“I recall.” Ford smiled down at Bill, letting his hand rest on Bill’s knee.
“Ooo~” Pyronica cooed, giggling and kicking her legs from the chair she sat in, “So you’re the human that Bill was just down bad for!”
“Pyronica-” Bill started to blush.
“Excuse me?” Ford raised an eyebrow.
“He would gush about you all the time!” Pyronica practically squealed, “He would go on and on about finding this human with the most fascinating hands, brightest mind, and cutest glasses! Oh, you should’ve seen him when you two broke off way back when, Bill was just a mess!”
“PYRO-” Bill was bright red now, but Ford put a hand over his mouth, a smug grin forming on his face.
“Please continue.”
“He blew up like five different intergalactic fast food joints while on a drunken bender to get over you.” Teeth added in, “It didn’t really do much.”
“Don’t forget the excuses for making him the only gold statue!” 8 Ball snickered.
“Or constantly carrying him around!” Keyhole chuckled, “Seriously, he didn’t want to put you down!”
Bill hid his face in his hands, trying to cover up how his face was burning while he muttered to himself. Ford hid an amused smile behind his hand, eyes flicking over to Bill. He didn’t think Bill had cared so much about him while he was still a demon, or that he had been equivalent to a high schooler obsessing over their crush…who also happened to be a chaos demon with godlike powers.
“Bill, are you alright?” Ford asked in a gentle tone, carefully guiding Bill’s chin up so they met each other’s gaze. Bill was trying to look everywhere, except at Ford.
“Y-Yeah, I’m- yeah-”
“You seem a little embarrassed.”
“I’m not.”
“I think you are~”
“I’m not!” Bill repeated, finally looking Ford in the eye, and immediately regretting it. He saw the fondness that Ford had when looking at him, and felt a shiver go down his spine.
“You’re adorable~” Ford chuckled, pressing a kiss to his lover’s forehead.
“You two are so cute!” Pyronica gushed, flapping her hands happily, “It’s so fun seeing someone get under Bill’s skin like you do!”
“Yeah, he always was so unshakeable.” Keyhole added on, looking between the two.
“I hate all of you-” Bill grumbled, causing a round of laughter to echo through the room.
“You love us~” Pyronica cooed, “Though, you’re boyfriend over here seems to have you wrapped around all twelve of his fingers~”
“Shut up-” Bill protested weakly, knowing he probably looked pretty damn pathetic when compared to the Bill Cipher that they all remembered. He was literally practically in Ford’s lap, the other man running a hand through his hair.
“He’s just cranky.” Ford said, feeling much more at ease with Bill’s friends after what he’d been told.
“I’ve got something to fix that!” Pyronica suddenly pulled out a bottle of…familiar looking liquid. Ford wondered if that’s what Bill had given him way back when, the night they’d sung karaoke in the mindscape on his birthday.
“Pyro, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.” Bill said, sitting up a little straighter, rubbing the back of his neck.
“What’s wrong, Billy Boy~?” Pyronica taunted, a smirk forming on her face, “Don’t think you and you’re genius here can handle your liquor anymore?”
Ford knew it was all over when he saw Bill’s eye twitch.
“You’re on.”
They were fucked.
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Ford led Bill to the bunker, the former demon stumbling and slurring his words a bit. As they stepped through the door and Ford set Bill on the edge of the bed, he felt his own head grow warmer and fuzzier. Whatever had been in that drink definitely had a kick to it, especially since all of Bill’s friends were passed out downstairs, much to Stanley’s frustration.
“I looove you~” Bill cooed, putting his hands on either side of Ford’s face.
Ford chuckled, hands gently grabbing Bill’s wrists, “I love- hic -you too, love.”
“Can I kiss you?” Bill asked, leaning a bit closer as Ford tried to get his shoes off of him.
“Darling, you’re drunk.” Ford answered calmly, feeling pleasantly warm.
Bill huffed, pouting like an upset child, “And? So are you.”
“I didn’t drink nearly as much as you did.”
“And?”
“So I’m a lot more-”
Ford felt himself silenced as Bill titled his chin up, and kissed him, tongue brushing against his lips. Letting out a gasp, Ford put his arms around Bill’s shoulders, letting Bill deepen the kiss and slip his tongue into Ford’s mouth. Bill let out a soft moan, tilting his head to get a better angle, which made Ford shiver.
When they parted for air, Ford gasped, and Bill started combing his fingers through Ford’s hair with a sly smirk, “You were saying?”
Ford was now bright red, and it wasn’t just the alcohol making him feel warm now, “You- that wasn’t- that was a dirty move.”
“Since when do I play fair?” Bill grinned, leaning over Ford, who was still kneeling on the floor from getting his shoes off, “But if you’re not interested in continuing this~?”
“I-I didn’t say that.” Ford muttered weakly, looking at the floor.
“Then come here.” Bill leaned back, crooking his finger.
Just like that, Ford was suddenly up and between Bill’s legs, arms around Bill as they started making out again. Bill’s legs came around him, squeezing Ford between his thighs, and Bill laughed softly at the sound that got out of Ford.
Bill pulled Ford’s sweater collar down, starting to suck and nip at his neck, pressing open mouth kisses up to his pulse point. Ford trembled, hands moving to brace himself on either side of Bill. Part of him hated how damn sensitive he could be, but he couldn’t really think about that when Bill was lavishing him with this kind of attention. He felt Bill’s hand trail down his back, fingers dancing along his spine, and he mewled, much to Bill’s delight.
“Fordsy, wouldn’t this be so much better without your sweater on, dontcha think?” Bill’s uncovered eye glinted mischievously in the dark, like a lone star.
“H-Hold on-” Ford held on to the last bits of coherency that he had, quickly backing away to turn and lock the door.
Bill snorted a laugh, “Right. I forgot about that.”
“Well, that’s what I’m for.” Ford laughed, pulling his sweater off as he turned back to Bill. As it dropped to the floor, he felt incredibly shy as Bill bit his lower lip, eye looking him up and down. Though, when Bill started to undress, he felt far less shy.
Bill’s shirt dropped to the floor, and he started to take off his eyepatch, “Don’t keep me waiting, slick~”
Ford didn’t need to be told twice, quickly rejoining Bill on the bed. He found himself on his back, Bill straddling his hips, looking like an utter vision as he danced his fingers along Ford’s chest, taking his time to touch and tease. Letting out small, needy breaths, Ford let his head fall back, feeling Bill lean down and start sucking on his neck again.
Bill rolled his hips, grinding down, and Ford jerked, “Aha- ah- aha~”
“You sound so damn pretty.” Bill muttered into Ford’s skin, one hand coming up and caressing the side of Ford’s face, “I can’t wait to make you feel amazing.”
“B-Bill-” Ford let out a choked gasp, feeling Bill grind down against him again. Bill knew just where to touch him to get him worked up, and where to kiss him to make him whimper. For a former demon of chaos, he could be surprisingly tender in bed.
Bill’s hands moved to the waistline of Ford’s pants, starting to work off his belt, which was soon dropped off the side of the bed. He started to work Ford’s pants down, Ford lifting his hips to help make the process easier. While Ford eagerly kicked his pants off, Bill stripped out of his own, leaving both men in only their boxers. Ford didn’t try to hide how he hungrily took in the sight before him, much to Bill’s glee.
“Like what you’re seeing, Fordsy~?” Bill peered down at Ford, pressing a ghost of a kiss to Ford’s lips.
“You know I do.” Ford smiled, arms coming up around Bill’s shoulders, “I always do.”
Bill blushed a bit, looking away at Ford’s words, “How are you so damn sweet, even when I have you like this?”
“Because I love you.” Ford turned Bill’s face back to him, his gaze a mix of arousal and deep affection. Bill let out a small sound, leaning into Ford’s touch, and letting his hand come up to rest over Ford’s, which was now on his cheek.
“You are…far too good for me, IQ.” Bill muttered, eyes half lidded as he smiled.
“Then I guess you’re pretty lucky, aren’t you, my muse~” Ford grinned as he saw Bill shiver at the pet name, knowing damn well what he was doing.
“Cocky bastard.” Bill bit at his bottom lip, lowering himself to start peppering Ford’s face with soft kisses, making the other man giggle.
Bill’s kisses started to get lower, along his neck, over his chest, still moving down. Ford shivered, hand running through his hair as went limp, looking down at Bill with excitement. Bill pressed a kiss to Ford’s hip, causing the scientist to twitch. When Bill clenched the waistband of Ford’s boxers with his teeth, Ford’s face burned red, finding the sight an incredible turn on. Before he started to pull off his underwear, Bill met Ford’s gaze, both of his eyes visible through his hair, looking at Ford like he could eat him whole.
“Bill…” Ford muttered, “Please…”
With Ford’s boxers still between his teeth, Bill grinned, making quick work of removing the last article of clothing from him. Ford didn’t have time to think before Bill had tossed his underwear to the side, hands on either side of his legs as he dipped down. Bill’s mouth wrapped around him, and Ford threw his head back, fingers tangling in Bill’s hair as he moaned.
Bill kept a grip on Ford’s thighs, tongue brushing along Ford’s member as he glanced up at Ford. He moaned around him, making Ford whimper and jerk. Bill loved how sensitive Ford was, and how he was able to take him apart in such a short time.
“B-Bill- aha~” Ford kept repeating Bill’s name, much to the other man’s delight.
Bill moved off of Ford’s dick enough to wrap a hand around him, tongue continuing to work at the tip while his fingers stroked the rest. Ford’s legs shook, Ford whimpering and begging for more. Just a little more, and Bill would have him tumbling over the edge and into bliss…but not yet.
“Ngh?” Ford felt confused when Bill pulled his mouth and hand away, but quickly shut up before he could protest, eyes going wide as he saw Bill slipping out of his own boxers before climbing on top of him.
“Ready, Sixer~?” Bill asked, his usual sly smirk on his face as he looked down at him.
“Y-Yes, my muse…” Ford’s hands moved, gripping Bill’s hips. For a brief moment, he wondered if he’d died and gone to heaven.
“That’s what I like to hear.” Bill moved, starting to move down, guiding Ford’s dick to where it needed to be.
When Ford had slid inside completely, it felt like coming home. Bill gripped at Ford’s chest, biting his lower lip and moaning as Ford gave a long whine. Bill leaned down, mouth back on Ford’s neck as he started to move his hips. Ford buried his face in Bill’s shoulder, muffling each moan, whimper, and desperate plea of Bill’s name. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping Bill’s hips hard enough to leave marks.
“Th-That’s it, Fordsy. You’re doing so well.” Bill whispered into Ford’s ear, one of his hands coming to link his fingers with Ford’s, moving Ford’s hand next to his head, “Mmph- I’ve gotcha IQ, I’ve got you.”
“Aha- mhm~” Ford turned his face to Bill’s, eyes pleading. Bill knew what he wanted and leaned in to kiss him, savoring the taste of Ford’s mouth as they made sounds that mingled in the air in a strangely erotic harmony.
As Bill kept moving his hips, the former demon felt his legs spasm, Ford finding his sweet spot, and making him stutter. Seeing Bill’s reaction, Ford gave a satisfied grin, using his thumb to rub gentle circles into Bill’s hip as he made sure to nail that spot over and over, making Bill groan and grab at him. He tugged at Ford’s hair, letting out high pitched keen into Ford’s ear as he felt that delicious heat coiling in his gut. With how Ford was repeating his name like a prayer, it wasn’t hard to tell that he wasn’t too far behind.
“F-Ford- ah!” Bill buried his face back in Ford’s neck, lips moving up until he was able to nip at his ear.
“Agh- Bill-” Ford gasped out, eyes rolling back before-
Bliss. Pure, and utter bliss. Bill bit down on Ford’s shoulder hard enough to leave bite marks as he collapsed against him, spilling all over Ford’s stomach. Ford clung to him, feeling his own release hit him as he let out a sob into Bill’s hair, tears pricking his eyes from the bite he received. The two clung to each other, whispering sweet nothings as they basked in the afterglow of their shared passion.
“That was so good, Fordsy. You did so well.” Bill whispered to Ford, combing his fingers through Ford’s hair, “So, so good.”
Ford whined, leaning into Bill’s touch, body feeling like puddy at his words. He was vaguely aware of Bill pulling off of him, leaving him cold. He would’ve protested had Bill not quickly returned, pulling the blanket over both of them and snuggled back up to him. The warmth was comforting, taking the edge off of their previous activity, and leaving behind a fuzzy warmth that ran through both of them.
“I love you…” Ford muttered softly, nuzzling against Bill’s hair.
“I love you too~” Bill replied, closing his eyes as the two began to be pulled into sleep.