Chapter Five

    "Anyway," Mabel carried on. "I'll go head out, all right?" She skipped and hopped out the open window.

Both boys widened their eyes at Mabel's brave 'stunt'. Bill sat back and set the wrecked television back on the wooden placement.

    "My sister's a freak," Dipper stated and slung back against the couch cushion. Soon the stars and the moon painted into the sky, along with an inky color which spilled in the background.

Bill looked amazed as the frame of the sky changed to a dark silhouette. He leaned back to side glance at the adult relaxing beside him. He felt a small grin climb his lips.

    "Anyways...It's about time I've gotta rest," said Dipper, ruining the silence. He sauntered to the bed, laying down on his stomach as he sprawled lazily on the blankets, wrinkling the softness.

Bill felt a small, unseen smirk take over while an idea spilled into his head. He shut the open window and shut the door that led back downstairs. He whisked through the settling bamboo plants and glanced at Dipper's rear. He marched to the adult and piled onto the bed, sitting gently on his ass.

Dipper hugged the pillow that was in his arms' range and blushed. He stuffed half his face into the comforter. "Bill...get off..," he mumbled and tried to roll onto his back.

    "I'm afraid I cannot do that," Bill said and chuckled softly. He leaned down and slithered his arms around the man's chest, kissing Dipper's ear piercing. He brushed his crotch across his rear as he was rewarded with a soft moan.

    "You're so weak," Bill whispered and grinned, cradling Dipper's chin.

Dipper began to sweat, feeling warmth climb his body. He hugged the pillow tighter, gasping as Bill's hand slid down to his crotch, grabbing it sexually. His gloved hand began to rub and squeezed his pants as he tapped his finger against Dipper's lower lip.

    "Aaah..nng....," Dipper moaned, trying his hardest to hold back his sweet sounds.

Bill kissed his ear again and smirked, his hot breath rubbing against the adult's neck. He slid his hand into his jeans, feeling over the bulge above his briefs.

   "T-Take...your han-hands....off me...," Dipper moaned and struggled to escape his perverted hold.

 Bill chuckled and kissed the brunette's hair, spinning him around onto his back. He kissed his collar bone, trailing his kisses down to his chest. He fiddled with his sweater before running his hands under his shirt, feeling up his waist. He felt the soft skin under his warm up as he felt a burning sensation under his own pants.

Dipper slapped Bill away and leaped off the bed, sliding down the stairs. He rushed to the kitchen and hid in the cabinet. He heard soft foot steps hike down the stairs, and heard those black, fancy shoes tap against the tiled floor. Soon, the cabinet doors swung open as Bill edged close to Dipper, grazing his lips over Dipper's quivering ones.

  "Hmm...Dipper," sang Bill, blushing. "I'm getting horny..."

Dipper blushed, shuddering to hear those naughty words. He wasn't one for sexual things...unlike others...

He kicked at Bill's crotch and escaped him again, heading back upstairs. He slammed the door and locked it, leaping onto the bed as he hid under the covers.

Bill walked back up the stairs, grinning wickedly. He phased through the door, gazing at the shuddering lump under the sheets. He hovered over and plopped right down on the pile, gently grabbing the sheets as he whipped them off. There laid a frightened and nervous 20 year old man.

    "Got you," Bill sang and slid his glove under Dipper's shirt, kissing up his neck and chin. His gentle fabric-covered hands slid along Dipper's soft skin as the boy underneath him moaned softly.

    "You perverted...r-rapist...," Dipper wriggled and kicked his legs around.

Bill smirked deviously and kissed Dipper, letting the man take in all the true love that was masked behind the human demon. Slowly, Dipper had decided to kiss back, only just to play along so he could get it over with.

    "Pine Tree is getting wet," Bill mocked with a wide smirk. He rubbed his hand under Dipper's jeans, continuing to rub the wet bulge. Dipper arched slightly and rocked his head to the side, moaning softly, continuing to beg Bill the stop.

There's no escape...is there?