"Isaac, what are you doing there, love?" The boy turns to the man laying lounging on the bed. His body long and sun-touched, legs were woven into with the dirty bedsheets. His hair is a sandy gold, eyes deep blue as the darkest pasts ocean.

Isaac turns away from the stars, smiling widely," watching the stars." The blanket draped over his body starts to slip. He makes to move to cover his bare skin.

"Come away from there, you'll fall," his lover beckon him to the bed with a hand.

Isaac laughs. His fingers dance on the railing. His dark hazel eyes stare back at his bedded lover, lips curled up in a smirk. "Dear man, the only way I'd plummet is if I jumped, " he said calmly. "And if I were to jump, that you mean you would be dead and I could no longer love again."

The man with tan skin chuckles. "I will never die, sweet boy." He turns onto his belly and scoops up a crystal wine glass. He brings the crimson to his lips, pouring it over his chin and down his throat. Isaac is surprised any went in his throat not down it.

"Such a mess lover I have, " he speaks softly. He steps forward, stepping lightly to the bed. His footprints don't make a sound. He stops in front of the bed, his fingers stroke the sides of his lover's face. "That's why I said if. I know you will never die, the sweet devil." He leans down to kiss those red lips.

"I see you've been having fun with that woman I stole for you," he lover says.

Isaac laughs, pulling his lips away from his lover. "You said I could do what I want with her."

His lover pouts. "I didn't mean bed her."

"I want a child, is that so wrong to play with a toy that can provide a pretty child?"  Isaac asks. "How many women have you bedded before I?" He asks.

His lover grunts, reaching up to grab the back of Isaac's neck and yanks him down into a hungry kiss. Issac moans softly, grabbing at his lover's tan ears and sandy hair. They pull apart.

"You know I am a petty man, " he speaks so very softly. "I can not allow myself the haunting thought that you may love another other than I, " he says.

Isaac pushes his lover onto his back. Isaac straddles his hips as he did a few hours before. "Oh my dearest Cipher, " he moans softly, rocking his hips down into him. "I can't find in myself without you in my mind, " he whispers. He angles his lover's penis into his body. He strokes up his body, breathing softly. "My body is addicted to you and my veins crave your bite." He bucks his hips, head falling back with a lull and calmness. His big hazel eyes open, locking onto his lover's dark ocean blue eyes. "I am your slave."

Isaac moans as his lover's hands travel up his pelvis, to his belly and pecs, finally holding his pink blushed cheeks. "You are wrong, my sweet and dearest Pine Tree. It is I, who is your slave." Isaac smiles down at him, baring his neck.

Cipher sits up. His hands brush over his cheeks and slide his bangs out from his view those hazel eyes. A Big Dipper birthmark on his forehead. Bill kisses the markings. His fangs latch onto Isaac's neck, making those soft moans turn into screams.

Dipper rockets up from bed, holding his neck tightly, trembling like leaf. His fingers dig into the skin, palm furiously rubbing the spot raw. He yanks his hand away from his neck and looks at his hands, making sure they aren't stained with blood. His body is cold, sweating heavily from his nightmares.

He dreamt that his throat was being ripped open by monsters of the night. And no matter how much he begged and pushed, their fangs still clung to his body.

He cleared his throat, tasting saliva and squeezes his throat with his hand before breathing out. His breath is trembling.

Dipper got ready and got ready for school.

In the shower, he's trembling uncontrollably from the dream. His body felt cold and his head was hollow. When he ate breakfast, it was an empty feeling. Dipper didn't have ketchup with his eggs and toast that morning. When he went to reach for the bottle, he didn't see a bottle of tomato essence, it was his own blood.

Dipper went to school as normal, avoiding things that are red and dripping. Everything was going well, until history class when the principal stood in place instead of their teacher, Ms. Lamina.

"Hello, students, " she says, " I would like to introduce your new teacher. Ms. Lamina, unfortunately, had to take a permanent leave for personal reasons. Since it's so early into the semester, none of you will have missed much, " she says, not leaving any room for questions about Ms. Lamina.

She was such a sweet, pretty, young lady that was newly married and was pregnant, but it was barely noticeable. She was witty and kind to them. They all liked her. But she went and there was no answer.

"Now, here is your new teacher for the year, Mr. Cipher."

A young man, tall and tan, with dark blue eyes sandy blonde hair slicked back walked through the door. He has a chipper, wide smile, teeth pearly white. The principal steps out, leaving him and the rest of the class to the hands of Mr. Cipher.

"Hello children, " he says cheerfully. "I know I may not be Ms. Lamina, but I hope you can accept me as your new teacher I hope we can make some great memories together this year."

No one says anything, uncountably quiet. This didn't seem to waver Mr. Cipher though, be just kept smiling.

Dipper looks around, appearing strange since he's sitting at the front. He slowly raises his hand. Someone had to say something, why not him? Plus Mr. Cipher didn't seem that bad from his first impression.

"Mr. Cipher, so you know why Ms. Lamina is gone?" Mari asks, loudly. Dipper retracts his hand back down into his lap.

"I'm sorry, young lady, but I can't disclose personal information to students." She pouts, sliding back into her seat. "But as I am your new teacher, I would like to go over the curriculum that we will be going over, " he says, " but first I would like to get to know all better."

He hands out some papers from his bag. Dipper reached out to grab the small stack of paper Mr. Cipher for his table group. His fingers grace over Dipper's. His cold and hauntingly dark eyes meet Dipper's, is made him shake. He gasps, pulling his hand back to the frozen touch.

"You okay there, Pine Tree?" he asks with a smirk.

"Pine Tree?" he echoes. "Oh, the hat, " he says, pointing at the hat on his head with a shy smile. He goes to grab the papers, but Mr. Cioher didn't let go.

Mr. Cipher doesn't say anything, eyes darkening. "I don't like hats in my class." Dipper goes to remove it before Mr. Cipher catches his hand. His grip is tight and hot. "I'll let it pass though because I like ya' kid." He lets Dipper steal the paper and hands them out to his group.

There is something haunting about Mr. Cipher that Dipper wishes he could see clearer. But that would have to wait until another day when he can solidly piece together what goes on inside this man's head.

At home, Dipper finished his homework and eats dinner, Mabel was whining about them running out of ice cream. Dipper promised her he'd go for a run since she still had to do homework and choirs.

Dipper walks to the store. It isn't so far that he couldn't walk there himself. Dipper buys Mabel bubble gum cherry swirl and a few more personal hygiene products and snacks for himself.

"Ah, if it isn't Pine Tree?" The all to foreign and strange nickname and voice calls out for him in a casual way.

He turns to look at his new Social Studies teacher looking at him strangely and to smilie for Dipper. "It's Dipper," he says.

He tucks his hands into his pockets, smirking at Dipper. "Yes, I'm aware of that, Mr. Mason Pines," he says. His name sounds so familiar with his teacher's voice.

"You already know my name?" He asks. He must have a pretty good memory.

He nods, "of course do," he says. "I think I'll just call ya' Pine Tree from now on, though."

"Nicknames already, Mr. Cipher?" Dipper forces a smile. "Ya' got any nicknames for the other students yet?"

He shakes his head. "Not yet. You're the first, so that means you're special." Dipper's chest pounds and his ears ring. "You should head home soon, " he says, snapping Dipper out of his sudden stunned gaze. Mr. Cipher hums, looking up at the darkening sky. "There have been a few attacks around this area. Want me to walk you home?" he asks.

Dipper shakes his head. "No need. I live close by."

Mr. Cipher walks close to Dipper, clapping a hand on Dipper's shoulder. "As your teacher, I can't let a student walk home alone."

Dipper reluctantly let Mr. Cipher walk him home. Dipper is wary showing his teacher his house but just tries his best not to be awkward.

He waves to his teacher when something weird happens. He blanks out for a moment, he didn't even notice Mr. Cipher leave.

Dipper delivers Mabel her ice cream and goes to his room. Though it was cold out tonight, Dipper found himself leaving it open. We went straight to bed. He heard a giggle, low and foreign but all so familiar, but Dipper didn't open his eyes.

Isaac gasps, throwing his head back laughing. His fingers pull at his lover's golden locks as his fangs sink into his neck. He kisses his neck, gentle and soft. "Enough of that. Your snake tongue makes my skin shiver."

He sighs," If only I could drink from you forever," he continues to kiss Isaac's neck. He raises Isaac's legs, and places kisses all along his thighs and bits down just right above his caff.

Issac giggles, he breathes gently, head settling back onto the pillow, a hand petting his pretty monster's head. "Why don't you just turn me already?" he asks, already knowing the answer. His eyes warm see the ceiling, the room is dark, the only source of light coming from the massive window where the moon can peek in. The ceiling is high, painted with white-faced angels and silver

"You're still so young, love, "  he whispers. "Let me watch you go just a little more."

Isaac sighs, a calm smile on his face. "I'll be 30 by the time you turn me, " he says. "I almost am."

He chuckles, " You've been 26 for less than 12 hours, love."

Isaac groans, " don't remind me. I hate my Birthday." He sharply gasps as a tongue slides inside him. "Cheeky Bastard, " he grumbles.

"I love that filthy mouth of yours, " he murmurs into his Pine Tree's butt cheeks.

Isaac makes a face, nose scrunched and eyes squeezed shut and his tongue stuck out like a little kid.

"And you don't want to go up?" Cipher says. "My beloved, I don't think you'll ever change." He climes you to kiss Issac's cheek.

His Pine Tree smiles, hands combing back the sandy hair. He kisses the vampire's lips and chin and neck, he bites into the flesh with his human teeth. He bites until his vampire bleeds.

Dipper gasps, falling out of bed. He lays on the floor, gasping for air. He claws at his throat like he couldn't breathe. "Fuck, " he gasps, eyes looking around the room.

Mabel peeks through the door, "Dipper, are you okay?" she asks.

He could nearly speak, though he gives her a thumbs up. She opens the door further, unbothered by his lack of pants. She walks over to him and helps him air up. She gives him a worried look, touching his forehead and cheeks.

"Bro Bro, you're burning up, " she says. "Get back into bed, I'll pick up your homework today."

It's hard to argue when you could barely speak. When Mabel helps him stand, suddenly everything is dizzy and his head hurts. He's gasping, holding his head and reaching for his bed.

"Wow, Bro, what happened to you?" Mabel asks, helping him lay down.

"I don't know, " he says. As his back hits the mattress, suddenly sleep seems like such a good idea. It felt like he was falling.

Isaac is falling. At the moment, it's peaceful, staring up at his lover as he slowly becomes smaller out of sight. He's crying, fighting the hands that grab at him but Isaac knows it's too late.

He should have been more careful when leaning over the ledge as he said. Maybe he shouldn't have waited so long to run or should have pushed harder to be turned. It's too late now. It's in the past now and all he could do is look up at the starry night sky, his lover forever shrinking out of view as he falls.

It's so beautiful. His love is so beautiful. The sky is so beautiful.

Dipper wakes to a darkened room. He feels better but hungry. Dipper looks to find a sandwich and vitamin water by his bed. He makes quick work of the sandwich and downs the water best he could. This isn't the normal snacks Mabel makes him when he's sick. She normally makes Mabel Juice and leaves him cold chicken noodle soup. Cold on his part because of him.

It didn't matter, it was still good, though missing her signature touch of extra hot sauce to help sweat the cold out, it's just a regular sandwich. She must have not had time. Then he tasted bacon. That's weird. Mabel hasn't touched bacon since she got Waddles. She doesn't even cook it for others. Okay, now that's strange.

Dipper no longer felt comfortable eating anything. The only person that would make him a sandwich like this would be Ford, maybe Stan but that's pushing it and either grunckle was here. They were off sailing for a brotherly bonding trip. And sometimes those lasted months.

Dipper spots glowing eyes across the room, bright and blue. Dipper froze, not with fear, with awe. He couldn't think, couldn't control his body as the thing walks to him. The creature's face is masked by the shadows of the room.

Such beautiful eyes.

His cheeks are hot, and suddenly his clothes are too hot and stiff. The creature reaches out with a human hand, thumb running over Dipper's bottom lip.

"Sweet Isaac, " he spoke softly.

Dipper's ears burned at the name. It sounds all too familiar and comforting hearing his name on the creature's lips.

Wait.

That was...his name? Yes, yes that's right, his name is Isaac. It must be.

"No, " the creature says. "That isn't your name anymore, " he sighs. His thumb continues to play with Dipper's bottom lip. "I loved your first name, I love your new name too, " he says. "Mason. Such a lovely name."

Dipper nods, "yes." His words are breathless.

The man sighs, "My dear, sweet, Isaac, " he whispers, placing his other hand on Dipper's cheek. "My beloved Mason, have you remembered me yet?"

Dipper sucks in a deep breath, it's shaky, the air is chilly. "I want too, " he says. "I'm trying so hard."

The creature gently grins down at him with a mouth full of very sharp teeth. His smile is kind. "I know you are, " he says.

Dipper inhales sharply. He didn't know he'd been stripped until the chill of wind blowing on his chest had frightened his nerves. The creature kisses Dipper's nipple softly. It's pink and perked from the cold. His tongue his soft and long, pressing against the nub.

His hand pinches at the other unforgivingly. Dipper whimpers, unable to think or speak. The creature's nail flicks and jams into the nub, making Dipper hold his breath.

"I forgot how much I loved to kisses these, " the creature says in between kisses up Dipper's nipples. "I want to kiss them all night, " he whispers.

Dipper allows his head to fall back and puffs his chest out to the monster's lips and teeth. "Yes, " he moans softly, pressing his chest further up into the creature's mouth, back arching as far as it could go.

The monster stops twisting Dipper's other nipple favouring holding the arch of his back instead. Dipper's eyes are fluttering open and close like he just woke up and wants to sleep again but knows he has to get up. His mouth is hung open, drool dripping out from the corner of his mouth as he lays there unable to speak, only moan softly at the mercy of the monster.

The creature's claw slides down to Dipper's boxers. The fingers skip over his cock and circle his entrance.

"No, " Dipper begs softly. He's not able to do much looking like a limp noodle.

The monster perks up, smirking into Dipper's pectoral, with the nipple in between his teeth. "Have you never used this part, my love?" he whispers.

Dipper shook his head.

The creature smiles to himself. "Then at least, in this life, I will be the first to take you, " he says. "But first I must retrain your body to become only for me." He goes back to kissing Dipper's chest. Dipper gasps as a finger pokes through his entrance.

It's weird, but Dipper could barely speak to protest.

The creature pokes around with one finger until he hits a spot inside Dipper, he had no idea he had. His eyes widen, he makes a storage sound he didn't know his voice could make.

"Yes love," he creature whispers. "Even your inner parts are in the same place, your favourite parts," the creature says, giggling to himself.

He adds the second finger.

Dipper groans, biting his lip to keep the sounds back. The claws keep circles around the same spot, sometimes pressing in on it. Dipper's hips move with the curling fingers, his chest heaves hard as he forces himself to breathe.

The sounds, Dipper didn't like the loud sloppy sounds his body was making. It was disgusting to be reminded that his asshole is being played with. His filthy ass.

Then the third finger enters and Dipper makes a broken sound, eyes popping out of his head. His insides are so slippery and his breathing high and shaky. Dipper's voice didn't sound like his own that it was scary.

"I want you to come on my fingers, " the monster said.

Dipper did as he was told. Suddenly, there is a sharp pain in his neck. It feels good and makes cumming feel like heaven. Dipper's eyes roll back into his head and he makes an inhuman moan.

"Good boy," the creature praises, kissing Dipper's neck. He pauses before his lips travel to Dipper's ears. "From now on, I want you to play with your ass for me, " he orders. "I have left a box under your bed filled with toys I want you to try. Get risky but don't be caught. I'm the only one allowed to catch you."

The monster places a kiss on Dipper's birthmark, pulling up from the bed.

Dipper reaches out, grabbing the man's pants. There is a tent under the zipper.
Dipper makes quick work of the zipper and kisses the cloth hiding the creature's cock.

"Slow down Pine Tree, " the creature laughs softly, pushing Dipper's head away from his bulge. "I'll teach you that later."

Dipper pouts," but you're here now." He licks the cloth, looking up at the creature with big, pleading eyes. "Teach me how to please you," he whispers.

The creature growls but doesn't stop Dipper from removing his large cock from behind the curtain of his boxers and starts sucking the head. He had as much skill as any noob, but the creature leans into the not good, but certainly not terrible blowjob, missing his Isaac's lips on his so bad. Isaac was never good at blowjobs anyway. It was always Bill pleasing his lover.

Nevertheless, the Bill comes into Dipper's mouth. He slaps a hand over his lover's mouth and looks him dead in the eyes.

"Swallow, " he commanded.

Dipper did. And when he was done, he stuck out his tongue so the Bill could see. The creature chuckled softly, taking the tongue with his fingers and bringing it to his own. Bill licked the flat of Dipper's tongue before leaving.

"Sleep, " is his final command for the night. He dresses Dipper and tucks him back into bed. Dipper having no memory of the past evening

Dipper wakes feeling like crap. His mouth had a funny taste and his butt and back hurts. He washes his body and brushes his teeth vigorously as if to wash away something dirty. Dipper puts on ointment for the two mosquito bites he got las tonight. Strangely enough, his nipples were sore too.

He goes downstairs for breakfast, in the habit of getting ready for school when, oh yeah, it's Saturday. Mabel is out of the house, probably at the gym and Ford and Stan are still away.

Suddenly Dipper felt really horny. It's not that often he's home alone. Dipper walks upstairs and checks Mabel's room just to be such before heading back to his room.

Dipper went straight for a box under his bed. He didn't remember this box or why it was filled with weird sex toys and lube, but from then, his mind was blank. He didn't want to think about the details.

He lowers his boxers down just past his dick. He pops the bottle of lube open and pools some into his palm. Dipper begins to gently stroke his length. He closes his eyes, head leaning back against the wall. It's weird, it feels good, but just isn't doing the trick.

Dipper's other hand slowly sleeps down further and presses into his hole. He takes in a deep breath, shaky and soft. He presses in further into his insides. It's a strange sensation that felt oddly pleasant.

Dipper came. He was breathing hard, looking down at his hand, stunned at when he just did.

The next few weeks and Dipper felt weird and oddly riské.

Over the few weeks, he's done public masturbation and walked around with a buttplug up his ass. One time, he pressed his hand to his neck and pressed in with his fingers until he became lightheaded. If felt good.

Another time, Dipper bit his arms to stop his voice while Mabel was home with friends. He bit so hard he started bleeding. Maybe that's when he started to get addicted to biting. He would bite his arms because it felt good.

Dipper wore long sleeves now. He didn't want people to see what her been doing to his skin.

Sleep practically evaded his grasp nowadays. He always woke with a strangely warm, yet empty feeling, like he wasn't sleeping at all.

His grades weren't dropping though, which was good.

Dipper didn't know where this sudden arousal and riské lifestyle but it felt oddly familiar and like his body, or rather, mind, was used to it.

Mr. Cipher was also acting strange. Giving Dipper weird smiles across the room and looking him the eyes with a dark thirst behind those blue eyes. His hands would linger when handing Dipper papers for his table group and touch his shoulder too long. His touch felt hot. And Dipper liked it.

His heart spends and hands became sweaty.

Then the wet dreams started, and sleep seemed like the last thing he was getting. They were always the same. In his bedroom with Mr. Cipher pampering him.

Dipper was barely pulling A's out of his ass in other classes, trying to stay a model student, but with Mr. Cipher's class, he was always attentive.

After class, Mr. Cipher calls dipper aside.

"Is everything alright?" Dipper asked.

Mr. Cipher has his arms crossed, leaning against the wall. His smile is lazy, eyes slightly suggesting something with the way he's eyeing Dipper up and down.

"Nothing to worry about," he says. His voice is mellow.

Dipper feels a burning sensation deep in his chest. Something is sizzling inside of him and Dipper has the urge to do something, but he can't yet place it. It has something to do with Mr. Cipher because Dipper's cheeks are hot and his head is getting light.

"That's good," Dipper says. His chest is tightening. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?" he asks.

"I want to see you after school," he says. "I'll talk to your other teachers and you can meet me back here," he says.

It's like his words set off a switch inside Dipper's mind. He stands perfectly still, breathing slowly.

Dipper watches Mr. Cipher walk over to his desk and picks up something. He hands it to Dipper and smiles at him. He puts a finger to his lips, " keep this until we meet again, " he says. "I think you know what to do."

Mindlessly, Dipper puts in what Mr. Cipher gave him into his bag.

"Goodbye, Mr. Cipher, " he says before leaving.

Dipper had a sudden urge to go to the washroom. He locks himself inside a stall and opens his bag. He gasps, looking into his bag.

How did this get into his bag? When did he put it in?

Dipper pulls out a buttplug and lube, face pink and hot.

He must have planned on doing it sometimes that day, but forgot. Dipper pulled down his pants. He drizzles some lube into his hand and starts fingering himself, still lose from the other night.

Dipper never questioned his increase in sexual activity. He didn't seem to question a lot of things now, just mindlessly obey his instincts like a horny dog.

Soon enough he managed to shove in the plug best he could without making much of a sound. There was still enough time at lunch for him to eat.

Dipper spent the whole day as if there wasn't a sex toy shoved up his ass.

After school, Dipper went straight to Mr. Cipher's class as he instructed. His mind was blank, only his body was moving.

Dipper arrived, waiting for Mr. Cipher to finish talking to a student. As soon as Mr. Cipher noticed him, his smile changed to a smirk. He sent the student away and locked the door behind Dipper, hand on Dipper's lower back, leading him into the class.

The blinds are shut and the curtain my the door was closed, it's for in case of a school lockdown.

Dipper only came back to himself when the lights turned off.

"Huh?" he comes back to himself. "What am I doing here?" he whispered to himself.

Dipper gasped as he's lifted up onto the desk. He sucks in a sharp breath, being sat down right in the plug. Mr. Cipher is in between is legs, his hands spreading them further apart.

"Mr. Cipher, what...what are you doing?" he asks.

"Not yet, Pine Tree, " Mr. Cipher grabs Dipper chin and forces him to look into his, now, red eyes. He says something, but everything is fuzzy.

Mr. Cipher steps back, sitting himself down on the desk opposite from Dipper, looking at him with a fierce gaze.

Dipper moans softly, unzipping his pants so that the bulge underneath his boxers. He places his hands down on the desk behind him and grinding down on the plug inside him.

Dipper moans out," Mr. Cipher," softly as he grabs his cock, head falling back, eyes still locked on Mr. Cipher.

No, that wasn't his name, was it? It was something very familiar but Dipper couldn't quite figure it out.

His mind is blank and body moving on its own. He falls flat on his back on the group of desks together and pulls off his jeans. He spreads his legs, gasping softly as the cold.

Mr. Cipher creeps up to the clump of desks. He yanks Dipper's legs towards his body, looming over the teenager. He looked more unhinged then Dipper.

"Love, remove your shirt," he ordered softly. Dipper does, revelling the bite marks on his arms. Mr. Cipher runs his fingers over the bite marks, smirking to himself with a sharp grin. "Such lovely marks," he whispered," But they are flawed. Mine will feel better," he promised.

He reveals sharp teeth, lifting up Dipper's left thigh. He kisses it softly before sinking them into Dipper's pasty flesh. Dipper's back arches, moaning softly.

Such sharp teeth should have been painful, but all he felt was an insane pleasure where he struggled to keep his voice in check. Dipper never felt such pleasure before...in this lifetime.

Something was happening. Dipper's breath changes and body flexing. A name pops into his mind, and it's images and words are flooding his mind.

"That's it, Pine Tree, try to remember," he whispers. "Say my name," he ordered. "I know you know it."

Mr. Cipher yanks down Dipper's boxers down, the fabric barely hanging off his foot. He kisses Dipper's belly and yanks on the plug inside Dipper.

Dipper hisses.

Bill removed the plug. Dipper gasps at the cold before groaning sharply as the sudden push of Mr. Cipher's cock shoved into his hole. Dipper clings to Mr. Chiper, gasping as his virginity is taken. He's so full he could barely move.

Dipper found his mind being taken over. What did Mr. Cipher want him to say?

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Dipper snapped. He didn't even know if he was Dipper anymore. Maybe he was Isaac now...

He locks his arms Mr. Cipher's neck, "Bill, " he whispered gently. "Ya' found me, " he whispered.

"Isaac?" Bill is taken back by surprise.

The young man smiled, pulling Bill down towards him. Bill leaned in to kiss his  precious Isaac again.

Isaac moans, chuckling softly. "Did ya' missed me, my sweet monster?" he asks.

"Isaac, " he whispered.

Isaac shook his head. "Its Mason now, " he says.

Bill frowns, " You'll always be my Isaac, " he says.

Isaac smiles sadly, " our minds are about to merge, " he says calmly. "I won't be your Isaac anymore, love, " he says, " I won't be your Mason either, " he sighs, kissing Bill softly. "But I'll always be your Pine Tree, " he whispers, kissing gently along Bill's collarbone. "Thank you for taking care of me. Please continue to do so."

Bill starts moving. It's a slow and steady pace, making his sweet Pine Tree moan gently and hug him so close.

It was so good.

"Bill, " he moans softly.

Dipper—Isaac's mind is blurring, his memories of past and present blend together.

It goes white as he cums.

Bill enters the brothel. A young man with dark, curly hair sits on a bed, surrounded in his minions' collapsed bodies. His pasty flesh is covered in bite marks and he's smocking a large cigar more for such a young man.

"You must be the host that pleasures my men out of doing their jobs," he says. He was angry. How could one boy seduce all the men and woman that worked under him.

"Want a round, Master Cipher?" he asks lazily. The boy seems bored and looking for a challenge. Maybe Bill was that Challenge. "I want to try mind control," he says, nudging one of the sleeping bodies with his barefoot. "None of these fuckers can do it."

Bill smirks," you dare to challenge me?" He asks, stepping forward. He wasn't easily thrown off by the boy's offer for sex.

"No?" The boy looks confused. Challenge? No. Just sex. That is his job after all.

Bill walks forward, stepping past the sleeping bodies  and touches the boy's cheek. He didn't pull away, rather leaning into the icy touch and eyes close.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Whatever you wish it to be," the boy answered without hesitation.

"How old are you?" He asks.

The boy looks away. "18 as of three days ago," he says.

He hums, thumb stroking just under the boy's temple. Such soft skin and rosy cheeks. "Do you even have a name?" He asks.

The boy laughs. He takes hold of Bill's hand and presses it into his skin, nuzzling the palm and hums. "Name a stray dog an d they will always belong to you," he says. "Name me and I'll belong to you for as long as you'll have me."

Bill takes a moment to think. He cups the boy's other cheek, forcing him to look up into red eyes. "Isaac," he says. "I'll name you Isaac."

Isaac smiles," thank you Master Bill."

The young boy woke from a haze. He's naked in a foreign bed. His arms and legs and neck covered in bite marks scaring over.

He looks down at his pasty hand, turning them over. Who was he again?

"Ah, you're awake," a soft voice hushes. The boy looks over to Bill. That's right. He knew this man. He trusted Bill.

Bill leans over, hands cupping his cheeks and kissing him gently on the mouth. It's a soft peck on the lips. His red eyes are so kind and touch so gentle.

He cups the hands on his cheeks. "Who am I?" He asks above a whisper. 

Bill smiles," You're my Pine Tree," he says.

He nods, "Okay," he says.

"Why don't I read ya' a bedtime story?" He asks.

"I can't read," he says. That's weird. How did he know that.

"That's right," Bill mutters. "Isaac never learned to read..."

"Is my name Isaac?" He asks.

Bill shook his head, smiling softly. "You're Name used to me Isaac and it used to be Mason. why don't you just go by Dipper," he says. "But I'll call you Pine Tree, okay?" He says. "I promise, I'll take good care of you."

Dipper nods. "I trust you."

That's right. He remembered now. He was Mason. He was Isaac. And Bill loved him.

He would protect him and teach him once more.