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Ford sighed as he slowly became aware of the world around him, gently waking from a nightmare free sleep. As he woke, he laughed as he felt Stanley placing kisses on his neck. 

“Good morning, Stanley. Did you sleep well?” Ford asked, rolling onto his back to give Stanley's wandering hands more room to roam. 

Stanley didn't answer, just took advantage of the new position, climbing on top of Ford and slipping his mouth down to kiss at the side of his neck that'd been previously hidden. 

Humming in pleasure, Ford stretched out, happily letting Stan guide his arms above his head. 

“Can I tie you up?” Stanley whispered against his skin. 

“Always.” Ford replied, pushing up slightly against the grip Stan had around his wrists. 

Without moving away or raising his head, Stan reached into their bedside drawer, rustling around for a minute before managing to pull out a coil of red rope. For some reason, Stan just held it aloft, looking at it for a moment before grunting and bringing it to Ford's wrists. 

He tied it securely, attaching it to the soft hook they had installed for this very purpose (and if Stan sometimes used it to keep Ford in bed long enough for him to fall asleep after 72hrs awake, no he didn't). 

Stan kept his head down the whole time, simply going by muscle memory, pressing kisses and sucking hickeys into the skin of neck. It was a bit strange, but Stan's issues sometimes made themselves known in strange ways. It wasn't like Ford could talk, he also had concerning habits from his thirty years dimension hopping. 

But when Stan placed a kiss on his all star tattoo without saying anything, that's when Ford became concerned. 

“Stanley?” Stan pulled on Ford's wrists, making sure the rope was secure, causing him to wince as the rope dug into his skin. And wasn't that strange? Stan didn't even check to make sure the ropes weren't too tight, that he was comfortable. 

“Stan? Is something wrong?” Ford could feel his heartbeat picking up as the little bits of strange behaviour began painting a concerning picture. 

Stan didn't answer, instead he brought his teeth into the equation, biting hard into the junction of Ford's shoulder where it met his neck. 

“Ah!” Ford instinctively jolted, grunting in pain as Stan refused to let go. He could feel the skin bruising. 

Still clamped on his shoulder, Stan began to laugh. But it was wrong. Even muffled by his own flesh, it sounded nothing like his brother. 

It sounded terrifying. It sounded like his nightmares. 

“No…”

Still laughing, Stan finally pulled away. Straddling him, Stan continued to give that manic laugh, yellow slitted eyes glowing in the low light. 

“Miss me, Sixer?” Bill/Stan asked him, a wide unnatural smile on his face. 

“Bill!?” Ford started thrashing against his bindings, ignoring the pain as the ropes dug into his wrists. “Why-How? Stanley killed you! We defeated you!”

Laughing, Bill/Stan reached over and grabbed his glasses, gently placing them on his face. 

Ford was unsure whether or not this was an improvement. He could see clearly now, but what he saw was horrible. Those yellow eyes were now in sharp relief, the strain around Stanley's mouth as Bill forced his face to smile long and wide. And behind his eyes, he thought he could see a hint of his brother, of desperation and pleading. 

“What's the matter, smart guy?” Bill mocked. “Are you not enjoying the view? Thought you loved old spare parts here.” 

“I do.” Ford spoke through gritted teeth. “Which is why you are not welcome here! How did this even happen?” 

“Ah, ah, ah, Sixer!” Bill wiggled a finger in his face. “Nothing comes for free Fordsy! If you want me to talk, you need to pay a fee!” 

“You're insane if you think I'll make a deal with you!” Ford shouted. 

“Ah, Sixer, you always did think so highly of me.” In an instant, Bill slammed his hands on either side of Ford's head, leaning down to glare into his face, lips curled in a snarl. “It's pathetic, how little I'm able to do while trapped in this sack of meat!” 

“So you have no power?” Refusing to flinch or show weakness, Ford glared right back, immediately trying to confirm his suspicions. 

Bill didn't say anything in response, but his hands clenched so hard Ford could see the tension in his arms all the way up to the shoulders. Meanwhile, Ford's mind was whirring. However indirect it may have been, Bill just admitted that he was powerless. No magic or deals. Just Stanley's body which both made things easier and more difficult. 

Easing his body back, Bill retreated and Ford could see his eye twitch.

For a moment they just glared at each other. “What do you want?” Ford finally asked, his curiosity too strong to fight. 

Bill's grin returned. “Not much you sacks of flesh can offer me. But there is one thing I'm curious about, something all of you seem to crave.”

Rolling his hips forward, Bill rubbed Stan's morning wood against his own soft cock. 

“No!” Ford shouted, bucking his hips to try to push Bill off. 

That backfired spectacularly because it just pushed their dicks together, Bill folded with a loud moan and Ford could feel himself stiffening up with the friction. 

“Oh boy! If that's how humans feel when they slap together I can see the appeal on why you chase it so much!” Bill grinned, painting slightly from the shock of pleasure he just experienced. “Man, that's way better than what Euclydians do!”

“What? How do Eucl-”

“Is that really what you want to ask?” Bill cut in. “That little grid only earns you one question, so pick wisely.” Smirking at him, Bill poked him in between his eyes. 

Shutting his mouth, Ford thought about what to ask. “How are you here, we defeated you.”

Bill hummed as he thought, forcibly folding Ford's legs so he could rest his arms on his knees. 

“You only ‘beat me’ cause you erased Stanley Pines completely. I would've stayed gone if you just let PTSD Barnum here stay a mindless vegetable. But you brought him back. He remembers me. So here I am. Trapped in his brain.”

“But- why did you wait so long to appear? Surely you could've attacked us before we left. Or did you just want to get me alone?” 

“Uh-oh, Sixer. That's three questions. You gotta pay the toll for those answers.”

Reaching down, Bill pulled Ford's pajama pants down, able to get them past his hips as Ford thrashed in panic. 

“Wait, wait, wait!! Stop!” 

“I told you the rules, Sixer. Not my fault you thought you could get around them.” 

Laughing, Bill lined up their cocks and wrapped a hand around them, using both his hands to push them together, running a finger over Ford's head, then digging a nail into Stan's urethra. 

“Stop that! You'll hurt him!” Ford ground out around his moans. 

“Hah! Pain! It's still funny! And what do you mean? It feels great like this!” Bill laughed. 

“Just rub one out, safely, and leave him alone!”

“Ohhhh! Is that permission I hear? That consent you humans are always worrying about?” Grinning widely, Bill waited for the sentence to register in Ford's mind. 

“Wait, that's not-” Ford's voice cut off with a moan as Bill wrapped both his hands around them, rubbing quickly. 

“Oh fuck that's good!” Bill moaned, his head tipping back. 

Ford wanted to reach up and bite into his neck, mark him up so everyone knew that Stan belonged to Ford, and Ford alone. Then Stanley's head came forward once more and Ford remembered just what was happening. 

“Questions!” Ford yelled, causing Bill to stop as he looked at him in surprise. “You said, you said you'd answer my questions in exchange. I think you've taken enough ‘payment’, now answer me.”

Bill glared at him, but after thrusting against him a few more times, he stuttered to a stop and shakily removed his hands. Bringing his shaking hands up, Bill looked at them before licking one of his hands. 

“Ugh, salty.” Bill said, unaware of, or ignoring how Ford's eyes locked onto the action.

“Alright, so, your inferior half here has a stupid amount of control of his mindscape for an idiot.” 

“Do not call him that!” 

Bill ignored him, ticking off his points on his fingers. “He's been able to keep me subdued, which is humiliating considering Stanley Pines is an idiot!” Ford choked as Bill wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed down, not hard enough to completely cut off his airflow, but enough to make him start to panic. 

“He only really recovered when you two started to sail. That's when I came back.” The hand released and his thumb ran up and down the front of his throat, pushing on his adams apple and making Ford want to gag. “I've been haunting his dreams for weeks. But he's so dumb he thinks they're just nightmares. It was frustrating at first but then I had an idea. So while the idea of getting you alone is appealing, that's not why I waited so long.”

When Bill didn't say anything else, Ford opened his mouth to ask him why he stopped talking. But before he could, he froze and clamped his mouth shut so hard his teeth clacked. 

Bill laughed. “Catching on aren't you? But how long will you keep quiet? Don't you want to know how this,” Bill gestured to Stan's eyes, unnatural colour and shape of them. “happened?” 

“... I'm fairly certain I don't want to know the price I'd have to pay for answers.” Even at his most fervent, Ford wouldn't take advantage of anyone in this way, let alone his brother and lover. 

Bill glared at him for a moment, but then he smiled, which was far more worrisome. “Well, if you're not gonna entertain me, maybe I should go find a way to keep myself entertained.” 

Ford's breath hitched, memories of waking in odd places, his body in pain and smeared in blood, standing on his roof in the middle of winter flashed through his mind. 

“No! Leave Stanley alone!” Ford tried again, in vain, to free his hands, but they were too tightly tied. 

Stanley would find a way to free himself, Stanley was good at escaping, but Ford was trapped. 

“Oh don't worry, IQ, your dumb brother is my last link to this world. I can't do too much to him, as much as I'd love to throw him overboard with a brick tied to his feet.” Ford snarled at that, Bill just laughed at his helpless rage. “But there's plenty I could do. You think he'd like a matching hand scar? You've got plenty of nails, and I've seen a hammer around.”

“DAMN YOU CIPHER!” 

“Or maybe I should call up those kids you love so much. Let them know how disgusting their precious ‘grunkles’ are. I'll tell them, in detail, just what's been going on in your bed. Or maybe I'll call the fat one and let Stanley tell him how much he loves getting away from his needy, projecting annoying self!” 

“WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” 

The air was silent, Ford shaking with rage and the feeling of uselessness. Bill had him trapped in more ways than just physical. If he wanted to protect Stanley, he'd have to go along with what Bill wanted. This whole back and forth was just a game for Bill, walking him towards the only conclusion possible. 

Bill laughed, fisting a hand in Ford's hair and yanking his head back, putting his lips against Ford's throat. 

“That's more like it.” Biting down on his neck, Bill sucked a mark into Ford's neck. 

Ford moaned, trying to disguise it as distress instead of pleasure. 

“Doesn't this remind you of the games we used to play?” Bill moved beside the mark he made and bit down again, leaving a trail of vivid marks.”It stings him y'know, that he wasn't the first to have you. He knows it was me that took you, and it burns him.”

Ford gritted his teeth, determined not to make a sound. 

It didn't last long. 

Bill pulled back and forced his legs open, rubbing his thumbs at the juncture of thigh and hip. “You still haven't let him in. I should solve that for you.”

“No, no, Bill!” Ford pulled back his legs and pushed him back. He was tempted to kick him, but the only person he'd hurt then would be Stanley. 

“Awww, you're right. You're not stretched enough for what I'd want. This isn't the mindscape afterall, you're much less malleable here.” 

“How did you gain control of Stanley's body?” Ford asked. 

Ford's legs were suddenly closed, and Bill climbed astride his hips. “If you want answers, then you have to follow the rules.” Bill sang. 

“What do you want?” He whispered, defeated. 

“Well, spare parts here is still open from last night.” Bill waggled his eyebrows at him. From Stanley the action was adorable, arousing or exasperating. From Bill, it made him sick. “So we'll do it this way instead.”

Bill lifted himself and grabbed Ford's half hard cock. With no regard for him or Stan's body, Bill forced Ford inside. Reluctantly, Ford moaned, feeling himself fully harden inside the warmth and tightness of his brother's body, indeed still wet and slick from their passionate lovemaking the night before. 

“Ans-answer me.” Ford forced out, eyes half lidded as he tried to distance himself from the pleasure. 

“Oh, well, it has to do with last night actually.” Bill raised himself and slammed back down, getting a feel for the action. “Man this is underwhelming. Why the hell is trauma here always screaming for you?”

“You're just not good at this.” Ford gritted out. 

“Good enough for you, Poindexter.” 

That voice. It sounded not quite right. Opening his eyes, Ford looked up. Bill's eyes didn't look quite as yellow anymore. Maybe it was Ford's wishful thinking, but he hoped Stanley was there, fighting against Bill's control. 

“Let me just, there's something here in this stupid meant suit to make it feel good, otherwise why do it?” Experimenting, Bill shifted around, trying different angles. 

“Don't forget my question Bill.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep your panties on. Oh wait, they're around your knees like a teenage boy, fucking your own twin cause no one ever wanted to touch yoU!!!” Bill cried out as he finally found the prostate. “Okay, okay, now we're getting somewhere.”

Bill bounced a few times, crying out as he pushed himself past Stanley's limits, ignoring the aching hips and knees. 

“Man, no wonder your worse half didn't notice me making a deal last night.” Bill moaned. 

“What?” Ford meant for his words to come out offended, on Stanley's behalf as well as his, but instead he moaned the word, only half paying attention as Bill sped up. 

“Oh yeah, spare parts here was so busy getting his brains fucked out that he didn't hear me whispering in his ear. Pretty sure he couldn't even hear last night with how hard you rode him.” Bill laughed, bracing his hands on Ford's chest as he pushed Stan's body harder. “I asked him if I could have access to his body, whenever I wanted, if I could use him to get in a good lay. He was so busy screaming ‘yes’ already, he didn't even notice a deal was made.”

“I'll stop you. Just wait.” It came out much weaker and breathier than Ford intended, but he was getting close. 

“C'mon IQ, just give in. Come inside, just like you always do. I promise you, spare parts wants it too. He's practically begging for it.”

Ford groaned. “He's aware?” 

“He's aware his body's experiencing something good. Just give it to him.” Bill leaned in close, pressing them cheek to cheek. “Please Ford, cum in me, fill me up?” 

Without the visual reminder, Ford lost himself. He wasn't being coerced by Bill Cipher, he was just a man having sex with the love of his life. Moaning from deep in his chest, Ford finally thrust his hips up, prolonging his climax as he pushed his cum deeper into his brother, inane thoughts of never leaving Stan empty flashing through his mind. 

As he came down, he twitched in sensitivity as Stanley clamped down around him, the whimpering in his ear letting him know that Stan was cumming as well. 

Ford panted, trying to catch his breath. Then Stan giggled in his ear and Ford was forcibly brought back to the reality of things. 

“Man IQ, that was fun!” Bill said as he sat back back, wide grin back on his face. “Welp, I'm off for a nap, have fun dealing with the mess.” Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to Ford's lips, taking advantage of Ford's stunned horror. “Until next time.” 

Then Stanley went limp, collapsing on him as he groaned in confusion and pain. 

“Ford?” 

“Stanley! Stanley, sweet Moses I'm so sorry! Are you alright! Ugh!” Again, Ford tried to move his arms, only to have the rope pull taunt, digging further into his raw wrists.

Before he could ask for his freedom, Stan's hands came up and swiftly undid the rope, not even needing a visual to undo them. Immediately he brought his hands down, massaging Stanley's hips and lower back, knowing he was in pain. 

“Ford.” 

Ford choked as Stanley clenched around him, his channel shifting around his still sensitive dick as Stanley pushed himself to sit up. 

“I'm sorry Ford.” Stanley choked out, turning his face away to hide the tears Ford knew were gathering in his eyes. 

“What? What for, Stanley? I'm the one who should be sorry! I'm the one who-who..”

“No you didn't. I'm the one who got tricked. I'm the one who let him in and…. Now everything's ruined. Again.”

There was absolutely no way Ford was going to let Stanley think this was in any way, shape or form his fault. 

Surging up, Ford wrapped his arms around Stan and, in a maneuver that was very difficult to pull off in such a small space, he flipped them over so he was on top. There, he pinned Stanley down and looked into his brown eyes. Eyes that were just like his own. 

“You did nothing wrong. I'm the one who summoned him in the first place, I'm the one who couldn't think of a plan to defeat him, I'm the one who erased your memory and didn't even do the job right. You're.. I love you Stanley, no matter what. This was nothing and I will not let Bill Cipher of all beings ruin what we have. We did that to ourselves enough for a lifetime.” Ford was panting at the end of his speech. Half because of the conviction he put into his words, and half because of his cock which was stiffening up again from all the movement, having never pulled out even with the change of position. 

Stan just stared up at him. What started as shock had turned into half lidded arousal, and Ford gasped as Stan intentionally squeezed down around him. 

“You're still in my ass.” Stan said. 

“Yes. I am.” Ford replied. 

“Keep me pinned, and do something about it.” Stan squeezed again. 

“Fuck!” 

Shifting himself to a better stance, Ford pushed his weight onto his hands, keeping Stan completely pinned. Then he pulled back and thrust. 

“Yes! Fuck Ford, just like that!” Stan cried. 

Keeping in mind how sore Stanley must be after that first round, Ford lowered himself so they were pressed together. He pulled Stan's arms down and pushed them underneath his back, keeping hold of his wrists with one hand, pinning them underneath his own body weight. Then he wrapped his free arm under Stan's shoulders and pulled them flush. Like this he could only move slowly and shallowly, massaging Stan's prostate and rubbing Stan's cock with his body, gently making love to his brother's sore and battered body, giving relief to his sensitive dick as well. They rarely went more than one round, and having already had sex the night before, Ford knew neither of them would last long. 

He spent the time pressing kisses to Stanley's face, swallowing his moans and placing his own marks on Stanley's neck and shoulders and chest. Making sure Cipher knew that Stanley was his. Stan sucked his own marks into whatever part of Ford he could reach, the feeling between them mutual. They belonged to each other, body, mind and soul, completely and utterly. 

When they came, pressed together as tightly as possible without fusing into each other, it was gentle. Just them shuddering together as their bodies expelled what little cum was still left. 

As they tried to catch their breaths, Ford slowly pulled his hips back until his soft cock slipped free, his cum following after, having been plugged inside from their first round. Under him, Stan moaned and shuddered at the feeling. 

Untangling them, Ford reached over the bed and grabbed whatever piece of clothing was in reach. He cleaned them up, his spent cock twitching as he cleaned the mess between Stan's legs. 

“Don't even think about it, Sixer.” Stan groaned. “Twice is it. That's my limit. Put your stupid dick away.” 

Ford chuckled. “I'm spent as well, Stanley, don't you worry.”

Cleaned, or at least, as clean as they could get without showering, Ford lay back down on Stanley. 

“Ford. Tie me up.” Stan said, shoving at Ford's shoulder. 

“I thought we just established we were finished.” Ford grumbled, wanting nothing more than to take a nap. 

“Bill's still a problem. I won't let him puppet me again. Now tie me up you horn dog.” 

“=€÷¥{[¥” Cruising in a non-human tongue, Ford grabbed for the rope still attached to the hook. 

With Stanley's instructions, he was able to make several knots that Stan assured were ‘Stan proof’, making escape impossible. 

“This isn't a permanent solution.” Ford said when he finished. 

“No, it's not.” Stan's answer was stony. 

Tentatively, Ford asked. “Stanley, were you aware, when Bill…” 

Stun huffed. “Not at first, but, maybe towards the middle. That's when I clocked in.”

Ford winced. “Stanley, I'm-”

“We have to go back. Get McGucket to make another gun. We're blasting this guy out for good.” Stan hissed in defeated rage. 

“What!? No, we are not doing that!” 

“Well fuck Ford, I'm not letting this damn maniac hurt you, or our family!” 

“We'll find another way!” 

“What other way??!” Stan shouted. 

Ford thought for a moment, laying back down on Stanley and listening to his heartbeat. 

“I'll enter your mindscape.” He said. 

“Huh?” 

“I'll enter your mindscape Stanley. I'll find whatever remnant of Bill is left and I'll destroy him, once and for all.” Ford solemnly declared, his mind already planning what to do. 

Stan was silent for a minute. “You really think that'll work?” He quietly asked. 

“I'm sure of it. And besides, I won't be alone.” Ford raised his head, pressing a kiss to Stanley's chin. “And besides, you heard Bill, you have remarkable control of your mindscape. I know that between the two of us, we can defeat him.”

Stan searched Ford's eyes, looking for any hint of lies or uncertainty. When he found none, he smiled. 

“Alright. We’ll do this. But first, a nap. You fucking tired me out.” Stan laughed and shifted to get comfortable. 

“Yes. We have time.”

With that, the two settled down and fell asleep.