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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Bill_Cipher_&_The_Author_|_Original_Stanford_Pines, Bipper/Stanford
      Pines, Dipper_Pines/Stanford_Pines, BipFord
  Character:
      Bill_Cipher, Dipper_Pines, The_Author_|_Original_Stanford_Pines
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, leeeeaning_Non_con, Possession, Blood, Injury, and_a
      GUN, Underage_-_Freeform, Incest, PWP, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      One_Shot
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-20 Words: 3232
****** Getting Back at the Pines ******
by Kialish
Summary
     A one shot in which Bill tricks Dipper into letting him possess him,
     so he can fuck with Ford and make Ford feel guilty about his
     attraction to his 12 year old nephew.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Bill had to be a little more crafty with approaching Dipper Pines for a deal a
second time. It usually only took one time scorned by the triangular demon for
someone to have learned their lesson. Bill was not a creature of delicacy,
after all. But he had a plan now, a plan to secure the rift if not at least
mess with Stanford’s head as recompense for a 30 year goose chase around the
dimensions.
Any all seeing demon would be damn near blind to not see the way he
affectionately looked to Dipper. It wasn’t just that caring gaze you looked
upon a child with great smarts, no. There was lust in those eyes, a contained
and controlled lust, sure. But one that could be used against him. Now, it was
just a matter of using Dipper against him. That was what required a bit of
extra thinking. He’d need some sort of loophole.
And a loophole came in the form of… the fact that Dipper was a 12 year old
human boy with no training in active dreaming. The kid dreamt so deep he would
wake up wondering if his dreams had been real the whole time, hazy with
delusions of grandeur. Just like any kid, Bill supposed.
All it took was a disguise and a few words from a silver tongue and Dipper made
a deal. Not exactly with Bill, but the wish granting creature Dipper thought he
was. Then he sent him off to the Mindscape to chase his ridiculous dreams
without a clue that he had left his body a malleable shell for Bill’s use.
Mabel didn’t even stir as Bipper crept out of the sheets. Normally he wouldn’t
care about being quiet, but this would take a bit more time than his adventures
last time.
He crept around, eyes big and pupil a thin slit as he walked downstairs slowly,
shoulders hunched. Giggling softly, he made his way past a sleeping Grunkle
Stan, the TV a fuzz of white noise as the older man snored loudly, and into the
store part of the shack. He punched the code into the vending machine and made
his way down to Ford, grinning wickedly. This would be fun.
Ford was down in the bottom most floor of the laboratory, salvaging and
disassembling pieces of the ruined portal. He didn’t feel like sleeping, not
yet. While the rest of the world slumbered, he was wired and wide awake. Maybe
it was the years of having to keep one eye open, maybe it was because even here
in his own home, he didn’t feel safe. He couldn’t really say which it was. But
he wasn’t expecting to hear the elevator turn on at this time of the night when
the pulleys and ropes sprung to life. He halted in his work briefly, humming in
curiosity.
“Stanley? Is that you? I told you, I’ll go to bed when I’m good and ready,” he
called when the doors opened with a heavy metal clank.
“Oh, it’s, uhm, actually me, Ford,” said Dipper, emerging from the darker parts
of the room. Ford smiled softly, tense shoulders dropping at the sound of his
grandnephews voice.
“Hello, Dipper. A little late to be awake, don’t you think? Kids like you need
to get their rest,” Ford chided, standing to meet him.
“I… I couldn’t sleep,” Dipper mumbled, rubbing his arm anxiously. Ford frowned,
and abruptly crouched back down to meet his nephew’s level, placing a six-
fingered hand on the boy’s shoulder. He wasn’t the best at handling human
emotions, especially those of a child, but he had a special place in his heart
for Dipper and Mabel, the twins who so resembled himself and Stanley.
“What’s wrong?” he asked in a concerned tone. Dipper shied away from making eye
contact, walking closer into his embrace. “Bad dream? You know, I used to have
them all the time, until I went to this one dimension where-”
He was cut off as suddenly, Dipper pressed his lips to Ford’s. The adult
recoiled, ignoring the heat rising to his face and struggling to grasp what had
just happened. Dipper laughed- no, it wasn’t Dipper. That laugh was too unique
to be misplaced. As the boy choked for air on his own laughter, his eyes showed
the truth, pupils down to cat like slits as he teared up. Concern and confusion
were quickly replaced with fury.
“Cipher,” Ford hissed, the word coming out between bared teeth like ice. “You
get out of that boy this instant!”
“Oh man I really hoped to hold this out for longer, but I just can’t!” Bill
howled, his voice once masqueraded as Dipper’s melting away to his own shrill
tone. Ford grabbed the first thing he could reach that was relatively like a
gun, and aimed it at the boy. Bill didn’t look too impressed, waltzing up to
Ford. “Oh, please, like you’d use that on your own grandnephew! I know how much
you care for little Pine Tree, here, Sixxer. And that’s not the kind of gun you
want to use on him, now is it.”
“How dare you insinuate-”
“Insinuate what?! That you want to fuck him till his little body trembles? That
you think about him when you’re all alone? How it starts out so innocent and
then goes to places not even you thought it could go? Oh, I insinuate only the
truth, IQ, and you know it!”
Ford was fuming, gun still in his hand and aimed towards the possessed boy, but
finger nowhere near the trigger. Bipper pushed the gun barrel down, getting up
on his tiptoes to reach as close as he could to the older man’s ear.
“You didn’t fire,” he whispered, eyes wide and manic, skin tugging around the
orbs and wrinkling. His teeth were bared in a grin, like a cat manic with his
prize catch. “Go ahead, tell me I’m right, I already know I am!”
Ford finally reacted, slapping the demon with the back of his hand. Bill yelped
in pain, the force shoving him to the floor. He laughed. Of course he did, he
always laughed. Especially at pain. He wiped the blood from the corner of his
mouth, looking back at the older man.
“You didn’t say no,” he teased, watching as Ford reclined to the wooden chair
before the console, haphazardly chucking the gun across the desk. “And you’re
already doing a number to this poor kid's body. Sure must feel good about that,
don’t you?”
A million things were racing through Ford's mind, ways to get Bill out, the
fact that he had just caused physical damage. The fact that Bill was right. It
wasn’t until Bill was between his legs that Ford was able to snap out of them,
grabbing at the hand reaching for his crotch. Bill smirked and pressed himself
entirely up against Ford. His face was flushed, from the slap or from anything
else, Ford couldn’t tell.
“Gonna slap me again, Fordsy?” he said, eyes practically glowing. Ford couldn’t
respond, grip slacking and allowing him to press a hand against his clothed
erection. Heat rushed to his face and his cock.
“Wow, this was a lot easier than I thought it would be!” Bill cackled, rubbing
his small palm against the fabric. Ford exhaled sharply through his nose.
“Just… Just leave the kids alone, Bill,” Ford hissed, looking the demon in the
eye.
“No promises,” Bill said, grabbing Fords hair and kissing him roughly. Ford
tried not to think about his nephew’s lips on his own, soft and inviting and
tinged with blood. He wanted to resist the possessed child’s touch, rubbing
firmly at the growing erection in his pants, but he was so weak to this, to his
touch. It wasn’t Dipper, though, no matter how much it looked like him. It
wasn’t… really Dipper.
“Boy, you really are getting off on this!” Bill said. “Not that I’m not
enjoying it either!” He removed his hand, putting arms around Ford's neck and
grinding against the older man. Ford tried not to react, jaw squared and taut
with hands to his sides.
“Aw, Sixxer, this won’t be as much fun without you involved,” Bill pouted. Ford
could barely look at his face, his nephew's face with lip puckered out, brows
knit together in some form of confusion. No, not his nephew. Ford stood
abruptly, ignoring the tightness in his pants, and shoving past Bipper.
“We are not doing this, Cipher!” he spat. “You’re not using my nephew against
me like some- some sick perversion-”
“Oh, now I’m the sick pervert, right. Says the 60 some-odd old kook with his
dick hard for his nephew!” Bill replied. Ford turned his back, and Bill grabbed
the gun off the desk. Spinning around to the sound of the gun being cocked,
Ford gaped as Bill put the gun to his own head. “Fine, if you don’t wanna make
it easy, I’ll make it hard. Now get back here, or Pine Tree gets permanently
stuck in the Mindscape.”
“You wouldn’t-”
“Don’t TEST me, Sixxer!” Bill all but screamed, manic expression replaced with
rage. “You think you get out of everything you fucked me over with, without a
punishment?!”
Ford hesitated, unsure of what to do. If he could disarm him, he could possibly
tie him up, leave him until the body was too weak to sustain Bill within it…
“I’ll give you to the count of three, IQ,” Bill snarled, teeth bared again in a
manic grin. “One… Two….”
Ford shuffled forward, brows furrowed in a look of absolute contempt as his
boots dragged against the ground.
“That’s it, that’s a good boy,” Bill crooned, slitted eyes focused on Ford’s
face. Then Ford made a grab for the gun, but Bill was anticipating it. He
quickly dodged the hand and slid a few paces back. “Okay, that? Not so good.”
Before he could warn him, Bill pushed the gun into his abdomen and shot. Ford
cried out as Dippers body rocked backwards from the blow. The bullet had gone
clean through, a splatter of blood dashing the console and the floor behind
him. Bill took in a shaky breath, smiling weakly and grabbing at the bleeding
wound.
“I missed everything vital, IQ. That was your only warning. Now sit. Down,”
Bill demanded, blood oozing from between his fingers. Ford was too shellshocked
to fight this time, to even think of a plan. He obeyed, sitting in the chair
and watching his possessed nephew.
Like Bill, his emotions changed rapidly, anger replaced with overzealous mania
as he walked over.
“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” he asked. Bipper put the gun on the desk,
eying Ford carefully. “You know I don’t need to use this to maim or kill him.
And now you know i’m not messing around. You grab that, and I’ll rip out his
organs myself.”
Ford nodded, Bill leaning in and nuzzling against the older mans neck. His
breath sent shivers down Ford’s spine, crawling in his lap didn’t help either.
Even feeling the wet blood soak into his own clothes, Ford could barely contain
his arousal as small fingers tangled in his hair and kisses were peppered down
his neck.
“If it helps any, the kid thinks about the same thing,” Bill whispered,
pressing himself closer. Ford could feel the fluttering heartbeats against his
own, rapidly beating. In pain. “Little 12 year old kid with the hots for his
uncle. The Author of the Journals, how amazing would that be right?”
Bill pulled back enough room to take off Dippers sleep shirt, exposing his bare
chest. His skin was milky white compared to his flushed face and oozing wound.
Taking Ford’s hand, he pressed against his chest, nipples hard to the touch. He
bit his lower lip, looking at Ford slyly.
“Touches himself while thinking about you, wouldn’t you know?” he continued,
encouraging Ford to touch him before sliding his own hands under the red
turtleneck. Ford complied, raising his other hand and holding his nephew's body
in his hands. He was so small, so fragile. He could so easily break him. Bill
had no such inhibitions, nails scraping against old scars and skin, just enough
to elicit shivers and a suppressed groan. “Even filched a little bottle of lube
from the store once. Keeps it in the bedside table when Shooting Star conks
out. Finger fucks himself…”
Ford exhaled sharply, his arousal getting painful now, thumbs idly rubbing
Dippers nipples. Hissing, Bipper arched his back, into Ford’s hands.
“You could just take the rift. Why this?” Ford spat out as Bipper bit into his
neck and sucked. He let go with a pop, licking his lips.
“This? This is a bonus prize. A little fun. A chance to expose you. A chance to
fuck up both of you,” he stated. He could feel Dipper getting closer to them
now, the boy finally aware that he wasn’t in some dream world anymore, but the
Mindscape, panicking. “I can get the rift after anyway.”
Ford’s hands were shaking now, brain too muddled with lust to fight, too lost
in confusion to continue. But it seemed Bill wouldn’t have that. He reached
back and guided Ford’s hand to his ass, rubbing into it encouragingly.
“C’mon, Sixxer,” Bill growled impatiently. “You know how to do this, you’re not
that stupid.”
Clenching his jaw, he slid his thumbs under the boy's briefs, trying to ignore
the wet blood that touched his hands as he tugged them down. Bill giggled,
eyeing his own erection before pushing his face into Ford’s again. Freezing for
a moment, Ford reciprocated, grabbing Bippers ass and kissing back. A thrill
shot down his back, a dangerous and exciting feeling. He shouldn’t be doing
this. But he couldn’t do anything else…
Bipper slid his tongue between his lips, Ford opening his mouth to take him in.
He could feel Bill growl hungrily, tongue sweeping over his teeth. Closing his
eyes, Ford began to fondle Dippers ass, sliding fingers down his crack slowly.
The boy shivered beneath him, arms wrapped around the older man’s neck and
sticking his ass out. He traced the crack and down to Dipper’s ballsack,
massaging it gently. This elicited a surprising moan from Bipper, the demon-
possessed child panting into Ford's mouth and buckling.
“Touch me more,” Bill demanded, pulling away from Ford's mouth and wiping the
saliva away.
Ford could practically fit Dipper in one hand, holding onto his nephew’s waist
as he came around front and took his cock and balls into his other hand. Bill
was unzipping Fords pants now, the older man’s boxers wet with precum where his
cock pushed to be let out. Smirking, Bill pulled Fords dick out from his
boxers, his hands cold and making Ford shiver. He looked Ford in the eye,
wrapping his hand around the shaft and pumping curiously.
This time, Ford couldn’t hold back the moan, Bill more than pleased at his
sounds. The boy grinded against Ford’s palm as he began to jerk off the man,
watching him become even more red. He relished the emotions flitting across the
other’s face; guilt, lust, anger. Just knowing he caused them was more than
enough. Bill could feel himself coming close, curse this prepubescent child
body. He stopped, Ford groaning again.
“Don’t worry now, Sixxer, I know you wanna finish this,” Bill said slyly. “Fuck
me on the desk.”
Ford seemed to snap back to reality then, looking down shocked and pulling his
hand away.
“I- I couldn’t- that would… that would be unwise and… He’s so small,” Ford
argued, knowing full well he was larger in size and girth than the average
male. Dipper was still so small, so fragile… with a bullet wound in his stomach
and demon in his brain…
“Ah, ah, ah, I make the rules here,” Bill replied, pulling himself onto the
desk and squinting as the wound pushed more blood out. “And I say, I want you
to fuck me. C’mon I know you got lube down here. Plenty of porn mags your
brother left in the drawers. Not that you use those, now do you?”
He’d taken to sprawling on his side, stretching out Dipper’s small frame. Ford
looked away and pulled out the bottle of lubricant. Standing, he pulled Bipper
closer by the ankles. Bill purred and grinned. Slicking his fingers up with the
lube, Ford teased one into Dipper’s hole, trying to be careful. Bill wasn’t as
patient as Ford was, but if he could have any control, he just wanted to have
this. To make it not as painful… Bipper was already loose, Bill watching with
close interest as Ford slid in a second finger, pushing into the knuckle.
Bill moaned loudly, cock twitching excitedly.
“God, IQ, give me more,” he demanded. Ford pulled out his fingers before
dropping his pants and boxers and lubing himself up. Bipper already had his
legs up over Ford’s shoulders, teasing his own nipples and waiting.
“I’m sorry, Dipper,” Ford whispered, and he pushed his way in. Bill cried out,
more in ecstasy than pain, toes curling and body arching as Ford pushed more of
himself into the boy's hole. He was tight, even with the lube and even with
being loose. He was only a boy after all. The idea made Ford feel ill, but gods
did it feel so good. The way his small frame was wracked with twitches and
jerks, the way it felt to have his cock surrounded by Dipper… If there was a
hell, he had surely solidified a place in it.
He pulled out and pushed back in, getting a sloppy rhythm going. Bill cried out
each time, face contorted in pleasure, nails digging into his own flesh. It
only took a few thrusts for Bipper to come, spilling white all over his chest
and stomach. His tongue was lolling out as he panted, still shaking with the
orgasm.
“Keep… keep going!” Bill yelled, grabbing himself and pumping the organ. Ford
obeyed, so close to coming he couldn’t really argue otherwise. He grabbed
Bipper now, pulling him closer in time to his thrusts as the sound of skin
slapping on skin reverberated around the chamber. Bill was whining, soft and
low as he molested himself, hungry for more. Every time Ford hit his prostate,
he’d buckle, a writhing mass of pleasure.
With one final thrust, Ford came, filling Dipper's body with his cum. He
panted, still holding onto the boy for support as his cock twitched inside the
other’s ass.
“That… that was something,” Bill breathed. “Shit…” he hissed. And then he went
limp. Ford pulled out, cum dribbling out of Dipper’s ass and onto the floor.
“...Bill?” Ford asked, unsure. There was no reply. “Dipper?!” he tried, panic
rising to his throat. He pulled his pants up, cleaning be damned, and pulled
the boy to a seated position. Dippers head lolled to one side, his Big Dipper
birthmark exposed in the dim light of the now deathly quiet console room.
His eyes squeezed and then opened slowly, out of focus as Dipper took over his
own body. Looking to Ford, he started tearing up, unable to breath as he broke
down.
“I’m so sorry, Dipper,” Ford whispered, pulling the boy into a hug. “I’m so,
so, so sorry…”
End Notes
     Yes, Ford straight up fucked Bill so hard he left Dippers body. RIP.
     I may write more, some comfort fluff to add on to this and ease the
     uh pain....
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