Dipper screams desperately as Bill thrusts into him. No longer was he fearful of the such pleasure, nor was he scared. His body give in long ago. "More!" He mewls, nails digging into the flesh of captain Cipher's back as he begs for more then what he already has. It isn't enough. "God! God— Captain, please! Please, more!" He begs.

"Yes, my pet," Bill slams deeper into his mate, into the spot Dipper loves the most. A loud moan left Dipper's throat as his claws dig deeper into Bill's skin And leg latch onto his moving hips, but he doesn't seem to mind; In fact, he enjoys it. Dipper, on the edge of pleasure, is drowning in piercing, overwhelming pleasure.

"Hurry!" Dipper whines into Bill's ear. His voice hypnotic, alluring— just like a siren in heat should sound like. Bill gave into it. "I'm cumming!" He squeals, his eyes slam shut, tear well in his eyes. "Captain! Captain Cipher, I beg you!"

Bill hums at his pet's calls." Anything you want," he groans, rolling his hips in a teasing manner." Tell me what you want? I'll give you anything you want," he whispers into the mewling boy's ear. It is the boys voice fogging Bill's mind, telling him he needs, must, will, please his mate, fill him with his children.

"Pups!" Dipper slurs," I need your pups inside me!" He screams out past clenched teeth."I want them so bad—"

His whines, and begs stop. Dipper lets out a choked sod as Bill releases inside of the young boy. Dipper passes out in the sheets as he cums. Yes it was the boy's inner siren begging, but Bill was also under its influence midway— and wanted to impregnate the young siren.

A sigh leaves Bills lips as he looks down at his cute new mate. As he pulls out, Dipper whines softly in his sleep, cuddling into a large pillow, as if it was a body. A hand run through his hair as Bill slips on his pants. Lazily, his eyes lower to the boy sleeping in his sheets, and smiles as the scales on the boy's skin disappear. Only a pinetree tattoo is left on his neck. "Pinetree huh?" Bill says quietly to himself as his finger run slowly through the boy's curly brown locks. "I'll take good care of you," he says before leaning down, kissing the boy's forehead tenderly.

*

Bill stood there, leaning up against the mast as his crew members finally decided to show their ugly mugs. A cigarette between his fingers, and his coat lazy hung on his bare skin shoulders, his gold locks dance with smoke which is carried by the calm wind.

"Captain! Wha happen to the lad ya brought back 'er?" An older man asks chuckling. Bill's exertion is cold, dark. Unlike the thrill and joy he felt minutes ago, his crew barely knew what happens behind closed quarters. The boy is his, that's all they need to know.

"We leave for England tomorrow," he orders coldly. "Get your sorry hung-over asses to bed, or I'll hang you by the toes for the next two weeks," he spits at them.

"Ooo, looks like Captain didn't get to have all his fun tonight," a young girl snickers.

A dark smirk pulls at his lips," on the contrary, Red. I had the best fun I've ever had in a long while, and I'm sure I'll have plenty more to come," he says smugly.

"Oh, so Captain Cipher decided to keep this one?" Someone asks in a smug smile.

A chirp left Bill as he kicks of from the mast, now making his way botched to his Pinetree. "And if anyone of you scum bags touch him, I'll kill you," he warns darkly before waking up to his quarters. The crew members are left stunned. Never before was the greatly feared Captain Cipher ever so possessive of something or someone. It was unheard of.

The door shut behind him, and locks as he kills the cigarette on the ashtray.

As the door shuts behind him, a small gasp came from the other side of the room. Looking up, the young siren stares back at him with wide eyes. A dark blush covers Dipper's cheeks, and Bill smiles at the heartwarming sight of the boy wearing his button up top, that hug over his small figure. The boy's eyes still clouded with lust. It is passed painted all over his face.

"What an alluring beauty you are love," he coos at the boy as his arms cross when he leans up against the wall. Licking hip lips. Kicking off of the wall, Bill drapes his arms over the frame of the bed. "Are you satisfied?" He asks smugly. A loud purr left Dipper for a second before he lazily falls back into the sheets with cloudy eyes. "Is that a yes?" He seductively asks, creeping forward onto the sheets of the bed. Dipper shock his head. "Such an honest siren," he coos into the boy's ear. Which are pink. Softly, Bill kisses Dipper's ear, "is there something in particular you want?" He whispers gently. Dipper shock his head. "I'm free to do want I want?" He asks, nuzzling closer.

"Yes," Dipper just barley whispers out.

"So he dose speak?" Bill jokes, kissing his cheek tenderly. "I'll try to be gentle," he says with a dark grin.

*

The next morning, Dipper had finished his heat, and tired as hell. Pushing himself up, Dipper got a better look of the dark morning room. The morn is anything, but quite— it is load, with someone barking out orders. It hurts his head. His legs shook as he try's to walk to the door.

The door swung open," what are you doing?" Bill asks coldly. No longer was he dressed lazily, or haft naked. He is sharply clothed in proper attire fit for a caption. All black coat, hat, and boots; all with a gold frame, tinting at the edge.

"Wa–lking?" Dipper says, stopping in his tracks, his eyes look the captain up and down.

"Oh no you don't," Bill says, stomping over to the young siren, and throwing him over his shoulder.

"Not this again! Put me down!" Dipper yells, his face pink. When he's thrown to the bed on the bed, Bill towers over him. Eyes cold.

"You are in no condition to be walking. On my ship, you will do as you are told," he orders darkly.

Dipper's teeth grit together, eyes narrowing up at Captain Cipher." Then I want to get off," he retorts coldly. "You aren't the boss of me."

A dark and amusing chuckle left the older man," you haven't seen the mark on your neck have you?" He asks him mate.

Dipper's eyes widen," what do you mean?" He asks breathless. Bill just smiles smugly, tapping the side of his own neck with two fingers. "No way," he breathes, touching his neck with the tips of his fingers as tears start to well in his eyes. "Why would you do that?" He asks Bill. "Why would you talk it from me?" He wheezes, holding his neck with shaky hands.

Bill's eyes soften; his arms wrap around the quivering body. Dipper didn't pull away. No matter how much he feels disgust that there is comfort in the sailor's arms, he couldn't force himself to pull away; in fact, he clung to the mans body. Sobbing.

The door swung open," Captain! We are under attack!" Wendy bursts in, breathing heavily.

Bill sighs," of course," he huffs. "Alright darling, I'll be right back. You stay here and be good for me," he orders. "You understand me?"

"Wait?! Is this ship moving?!" Dipper asks panicking.

"We are?" Bill hums," but you must promise to be good."

"I promise," Dipper breathes heavily. Bill smiles, kissing the boy's forehead.

"Alright," he says, standing to his feet," Red, with me. Now!" He orders, racing out with the red head girl. She has a blue square on her neck— Dipper wasn't the only one. He isn't the only siren on this ship.