Bill X Dipper Story smut

Chapter Two: What a Stupid Nickname

From Bill's perspective

Bill stared at himself in the mirror. He couldn't give a damn how this squishy meat sack body looked; as long as his pine tree enjoyed it, he was satisfied.

That's how Bill saw it anyway; he had no idea what was attractive to humans, but if his pine tree loved it, that was all that mattered.

"I wasn't even naked last night, and he couldn't take his eyes off me." He smugly thought to himself, his lips curling into a grin. Bill's pride in himself was evident.

He couldn't wait to play with Dipper again tonight. Perhaps he could do it outside of his dreams and take it to the next level. Bill had been dreaming about Dipper for weeks now and felt an ever growing lust for his sweet pine sap.

Even though he was pretending not to care about his appearance, he still attempted to fix his clothes. He took out his comb and ran it through his blonde, feathered hair, making sure every strand was perfectly in place. Not that he was concerned or anything.

His feelings were stronger than his vanity.

Getting back to Dipper

Dipper couldn't believe he wanted to see Bill at all. He couldn't stay away from him; he felt compelled to see him again. Perhaps it was what happened the night before and what he did to him. It's strange that when he thinks about it, he feels more excited than scared.

There was no one home, and Dipper couldn't stop thinking about Bill. It would be nice if he could jerk off to what had happened, but he thought that might be... weird, to say the least.

He felt guilty for feeling such arousal in response to the events of the night before and tried to convince himself that it was just a natural reaction.

As he sat inside, he felt a strong, lustful desire to see that damn demon again. He was unsure where he could find Bill, so he decided to go outside and look for him. "In any case, how does one summon an evil, time-altering demon?"

Dipper's "style" has remained unchanged. Dipper was dressed in shorts, a sleeveless shirt, a blue hoodie, and his favorite hat, which was beginning to show signs of wear.

Based on what he told him last night, Dipper knew Bill would come to see him when he got far enough into the woods. "Bill?" Dipper asked quietly but received no response.

After a few minutes of silence he called his name again. "Bill!" He didn't know why he hadn't already come out since he knew he had to be around here.

Cipher was overjoyed; his plan was working flawlessly, and his gullible pine sap had fallen right into his trap. As he emerged from behind a tree, he said, "If it isn't my favorite, pine tree." He was elated; his plan was working so well. He had been waiting patiently for the pine tree to arrive.

As he approached Dipper, he grinned. He leaned down as his hands made their way to the boy's hips. He pressed them against himself, his lips softly pressing against Dipper's.

Dipper kissed him back, and Bill asked, "Did you miss me that much?" Pine Tree nodded in response. He couldn't help but give into his lecherous urges as his judgment was clouded by lust again.

"Why am I kissing him back? He put me and my family through so much hell, but why does kissing him feel so right? Did I actually miss this psycho? I must be going crazy. Yeah, maybe it's just Gravity Falls that's making me crazy."

Dipper was trying to convince himself that he couldn't be attracted to Bill. After all, how could someone be attracted to a character that was so unhinged and unpredictable?