The remainder of the evening was dull but thankfully the show ended not too late into the night, although my niece still fell asleep at some point. To my surprise Bill allowed me to carry her back to the room despite all the curious stares, to which I, again, remind myself that Bill likes to have all eyes on him.

Bill stopped outside the lacquer doors, a look in his eyes saying that the night with him wasn't over yet, so I passed Marmibelle to Stan and left her to his somewhat passable care.

"For your good behavior tonight," Bill spoke finally. "A reward will be delivered in the morning." He wore a grin I didn't recognize but knew it wasn't anything kind. "And yes Stanford, I'm sure you will enjoy it." He curled his index finger for me to follow him before turning back the way we came and walking away. Before following after, I cast one final look to my guilty looking uncles and sleeping niece then to the order awaiting mutt.

"Be good." I spoke gently to the hellhound, patting his head then hurried after Bill. 

His room was an unusual disaster, clothes littered the floor from every and all eras in a lake of black and yellows, jewelry and other such accessories hung over the spare surfaces of furniture, their decorative gem pieces glittering in the torch light. But it was all gone into an oddly small wardrobe at the clap of Bill's hands. "I apologize for the previous hellhole." the demon grumbled to my forever more shock. "I had told Dani and Dallia to clean while we were at the show." He fell into the sofa tugging irritably at the garment resting on his shoulders in attempt to remove it. I slowly moved toward the back to the sofa and hesitantly slid my fingers over the thick piece of jewelry causing Bill to stop pulling at it as I searched for the clasp. In moments the garment was off, a red blotch painted the demon's skin was disappearing quickly, and placed on the side table. Bill's long sigh afterward had me concerned.

"Something wrong?" I asked cautiously.

His golden cat-like eyes turned to me with a bored, almost tired, kind of look. "I didn't exactly enjoy the last few shows." His eyes went back to stare at the transparent coffee table. "Rebels were trying another invasion."

My eyes widened with interest. "Oh?" I walked over to the cabinet where he kept his alcohol and wine glasses.

Bill gave a grunt in answer. "It's nothing new but it is a waist of energy to focus on only was I can sense but not see. If they find trained Companions, someone will get hurt." he continued as I returned to the sitting area, offering a glass that he took with a grateful nod. "No guarding system yet but those imbeciles still persist against stronger forces."

I placed the crystal container on the table and sat beside him. "Sounds troublesome." I commented taking a sip from my glass. "Did they get in?"

He gave an amused snort at my interest. "They tried coming in through your room's balcony." I tensed abruptly, earning a grin. "The alerted birds had quite a feast, at least the ones that weren't killed." he continued, swirling the ember colored liquid in his glass. "But the rebels that got in, well, the mess was cleaned quickly." His eyes bore into mine, a familiar dangerous glint that used to make me shudder in fear but now just reminds me I should be afraid and reminds me how I'm not afraid. Bill's arm slipped around my waist, his hand came to rest on my hip. "Now just remember Pinetree, as you protect yours I protect mine." He set his glass down on the side table and brought his now free hand back to stroke my cheek with his thumb. 

I kept still, slightly giving in to the bit of gentle comfort I haven't had in years. Suddenly, Bill fell on to me, pinning me to the sofa cushions and making me drop my glass. The bit of this that surprised was that I knew this wasn't going to turn into molesting and farther down the line. His face hid against my chest, like he had face planted a pillow; his body was rather limp considering the postion.

Then he slowly lifted his head, he looked feverishly tired but without the fever. "I'm tired, Pinetree." he murmured. "Lend me your energy, won't you?" I didn't understand a word he said. Bill was supposed to be a being of eternal energy yet silently dealing with intruders had worn him down. I also don't know what he was talking about with lending my energy to him.

The last thought was quickly answered as Bill pressed lips to mine. Each moment in the kiss, I became more tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. "Thank you Pinetree~" Was the last thing I remember hearing.

When I woke up however long after, I wasn't in my room still, which vaguely alarmed me. I was probably still in Bill's room which would make sense that I'm lying in a soft bed. Then next mental alarm went off when I realized it was rather quiet in the room. I sat up but only to look into pitch black darkness, my body tensed in full out alarm with the lack of sight and a sudden upbringing of uncertainty. There wasn't a cool breeze from the window I usually left open, so this definitely was my room.

There was a shuffled beside me on the bed which alerted me of another body. I glided my hand over the satin sheets until my fingers met with warm flesh. I sighed, abruptly relieved to know I wasn't alone, but the relief was brief as I realized I wasn't sure the being was Bill and I was in Bill's room anymore. Then a new realization hit me. A lack of clothing. Thankfully I had underwear but nonetheless there was a lack of clothing. Next thought in line was who was beside me. Bill would barely allow another demon to touch me let alone sleep near me. Right? Then again he is unpredictable. But still.... Why am I even arguing with myself over this? I don't care what he chooses to do to me as long as he doesn't hurt my family.

Arms curled around me and I was pulled back down on the bed, into the grip of the mysterious being.

"You need to relax." Bill's voice mumbled into my ear, sending sudden relief through me. "I wouldn't put you in a bed with someone else." I shivered as he pressed kisses along my neck and shoulders. His body curled around mine, one of his hands tracing shapes on my chest as his other held me close. Somehow I felt comfort in these actions, he wasn't hurting me or mentally controlling me. But I knew he was waiting for me to initiate what he truly wanted. He was being nice to me, a new feat that impresses me. I let out a soft sigh. He patience, I knew, would soon enough wear thin.

I lifted my hand and brought it behind me, grazing my hair lightly, and tangled my fingers in his hair. I don't know why I'm suddenly giving in. Still tired, maybe? Done quietly fighting against him? Whatever the reason, I can't cancel my invitation now.

Bill lifted himself on his elbow, the limb that held me shifting positions, and looked down at me. Having gotten used to the dark of the room, I could vaguely see his outline. Then he lowered himself back down, resting a small portion of his weight on me, and brushed his lips on mine with barely a ghost of a contact. Not leaving a kiss but still leaving an odd sensation, Bill trailed his lips from mine to my chin then down my throat. In an unconscious response I twisted myself towards him, allowing him more access. Bill's free hand traveled in slow teasing movements downward.

Soon enough my underwear was off and I was lying on my stomach almost suffocating myself in the pillows. Bill was continuously causing my body to tremor trailing his tongue down my spine, flicking certain sensitive spots with the tip of it. The sounds that slipped from my mouth I tried to muffle in the pillow. Then something wet slithered into my entrance causing me to rub my erection further into the bed, earning a low chuckle. Bill tongue fucked me for a bit, occasionally slipping in a finger or stretching his tongue father in and pressing against a bundle of nerves, threatening to make me unwind. 

"Bill." I rasped breathlessly, shamefully yet not caring pressing back against him.

I bit back the whine as the demon slid his tongue out. I feel his form hovering over me though he didn't touch me.

"Pinetree~" he whispered huskily in my ear. "Say or think, no matter, what you want me to do to you."

Perfect, sarcasm intended, just what I needed. First 'nice' fuck since hell took over and the one on top wants me to to talk, or think, dirty. 

While I was busy being mildly bitter about Bill's words, the demon occupied himself in continuing to sexually tease me. "Give it as you want." I managed finally. Even that cut off bit of what I honestly meant to say was humiliating, but apparently suitable as I'm sure you can imagine what happened afterward.

Terribly sorry my Darling Dolls. Smut writing isn't exactly my forte. But I hope this was suitable enough. ~G-4-p