A/N: HERE HAVE MY SIN. UGH I WROTE IT AT 1 AM AND I WAS LIKE EH.
I'm thinking of writing more for it but for now, while I figure out what I want to do with it, it will be a one shot. Please leave me your thoughts and if you'd like to see more, please!
WARNINGS: THIS IS BILLDIP. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT DON'T READ IT AND MOVE ALONG. Dipper is at least well over 21, idk. And Bill 25 or a little older. Again, if I write more I will include the specifics.
"This is stupid." He finally said, hands fiddling with the tie around his neck. His eyes flashed up to look at the other male in the room with him.
"It isn't, you just hate being put out of your comfort zone." The man chided, pushing back his golden locks. They were gelled, giving him a crisp look.
Dipper Pines sighed, readjusting the tie once more before finally fussing with his hair. He took a comb through it in an attempt to make it neat. He placed his bangs neatly in front of his birthmark. Usually this wouldn't pass with his partner but he had his sister cut the ends making it look tidy instead of its usual curly mess.
He turned to watch Bill leaning forward to place a contact onto his right eye. He blinked a few times, two golden eyes peering into the mirror.
Dipper pursed his lips in distaste. "As weird as this sounds, I think you look weird with two eyes."
Bill rose an amused eyebrow at that. "Amusing, kid. You really are attracted to the supernatural aren't you? Careful, it'll swallow you whole one day."
Dipper rolled his eyes, turning to the mirror to carefully style his hair and nod while waiting for Bill to finish with his preparations.
"So who are we fishing for today?" He asked while he watched Bill grab a top hat to slink over his head. He thought it was outrageous but it played to Bill's classy look.
"An old colleague, actually. Tad Strange was sighted in town a few days ago. If I know Tad, which I do, he will stay if he hears of a party." Bill nodded to himself, making a gesture to the door for Dipper to continue on.
"What is it with you rich snobby jerks going to parties? You make it too easy." His words were met with a punch to the shoulder and a smoldering look from Bill.
Normally Dipper would roll his eyes and ignore the speech of 'You-have-flaws-let-me-list-them' but instead he felt a momentary flush in his system.
He blinked, feeling an aching feeling he thought had been handled years ago. There were a lot of reasons why the agency he worked for was made. It was working as a barrier that stopped those with the genes from harming normal humans. The world was scattered with hierarchy system of dominants and submissives. It was a natural order that was speculated to have come from the ancients. But soon humans were born who didn't carry any of the genes and the extra bonuses that came with it. Alpha's were a dominant force in the system that became aggressive and rowdy under certain situations. They were allowed to be unless they did something that disturbed the equal balance. It meant Alpha's now had new rules to follow to ensure fairness and equality within the system.
Beta's were submissive's and in ancient times taken advantage of due to their inability to voice out against their Alpha's. The struggle became more outspoken when humans intermingled with the two types and sought equality. It was a treacherous slope that not many politicians wanted to intermingle with but after Alpha's reacted violently the agency had been created.
Dipper became part of the agency due to his childhood dream and the help of his Great Uncle Ford who was a part of it as well. They dealt with troublesome Alpha's and helped where they could in getting certain education about the different breeds and what to expect from them. Humans encouraged it and for now the agency was receiving a good reputation.
Dipper's job, despite his Great Uncles insistence that it was more professional, was essentially a bounty hunter.
Bill Cipher was notorious in the agency for being a rather vicious Alpha who had attempted to court (and fail due to his young age and the complete outright amused rejections from his great uncle) when he played with the rather more nefarious parts of town. Bill was a mastermind who may have helped out in criminal activity for friends but was now working for the agency.
Ever since Dipper met him he had been interested. He wanted to pull him apart piece by piece in an attempt to figure out what made him tick. All he knew thus was that Bill was a flirt, annoying, and rather possessive. He had bright and colorful opinions and enjoyed inflicting chaos. He was also an A class actor. His desire to know the agent faded when he realized Bill would stop at nothing to annoy the crap out of him. He often wondered why his Great Uncle had placed them together to begin with (okay, he may have influenced that due to his need to know Bill).
But Bill was a good partner and took care of him when things got tough. Dipper had been around the blonde for a year and he had never felt such a rush punch him in the gut, making his mouth go dry and lips turn downward.
Bill didn't even continue his speech, leaning painfully close to Dipper. "You're smelling too much like you, kid. Didn't your sister do her thing?"
Dipper had learned early on that his twin sister often left her scent on him to keep Alpha's away. Bill caught on when Ford had mentioned in passing that Dipper had the biological make up of an Omega.
Omega's were rare but not because they were in small number. They were mostly rare due to suddenly springing up as a genetic mutation from an Alpha and Beta. They had the mix of both types. He occasionally had a heat and had a smell that was sweet with a hint of spice. It excited Alpha's due to being something close to exotic for them. But Omega's also had the ability to bare children. It was strange since an Omega could also produce children in Beta's and create a claiming mark on an Alpha. Due to their in between status many Alpha's and Beta's disliked Omega's. Thus Mabel, his Alpha twin (only genetically, damnit!) Marked him as siblings, giving him the extra edge to come off as an Alpha instead.
"She did." He mused, rubbing the back of his neck where Mabel had licked him before disappearing to look after the shack. She lived with their other great uncle while Dipper lived mostly with Ford.
Bill stared, leaning forward. "Be still."
It was uncomfortable to receive a scent from someone else. As Bill's breath fogged over the back of his neck the undescribable rush of his inner beast gnawed at him, making him worry for his omega nature. It seemed to cling to the thought that Bill was the Alpha he needed due to being the only other Alpha he knew that wasn't family.
Bill's tongue ran over his skin lightly, lips pausing and giving a kiss.
He elbowed the Alpha, scowling as Bill laughed.
"I'd say sorry but I don't mean it!" The blonde waggled his eyebrows making Dipper hiss at him in annoyance. "Come on, that should work for tonight. Strange will recognize me immediately so you will have to get the jump on him, understood?"
Dipper would have continued to fight if he didn't recognize the serious part of Bill's voice. He gave a nod and they were off.
The party itself was something Dipper had come to get used to. Bill often had them dragging Alpha's kicking and screaming away from these things that Dipper was immune to snobby looks and judgemental eyes. All he cared for was blending in, finding his target and staying nearby to provide cover for when Bill made his flashy appearance.
He stood tall and confident. Mainly because he didn't want to hear Bill tell him the many reasons why he was the one who blew their cover which was stupid in itself since he had flashy entries where he screamed his name and crashed in through a window (he had never been so mortified and ready to murder Cipher before). He was just a few centimeters shorter then Mabel who had inherited the tall genes along with her Alpha nature. He considered himself average height when compared to most others. Though Alpha's did have a slight higher height percentages then most of the population.
He grabbed a few drinks from the passing butlers, scowling at any Alpha who leered to close to him before finally spotting their target.
Tad Strange made Dipper stop in the middle of reaching his drink because, holy shit, he was so eerily flashy that it reminded him of Bill. His hair was a dark purple, violet but still shown under the light. His outfit also included a purple cape that rested over his shoulders with bits of gold visible here and there. On his left was was a distinguishable scar that was lightly hidden under bangs. His hair was long, curled over one shoulder and braided.
His omega churned and he huffed at the annoyance of it, wondering when he had become so worked up. Usually his omega was quiet. He heard Omega's usually didn't experience possessive symptoms which made it easier for them to pass as humans if needed. So he lived his life fairly normal besides needing to cover up his scent.
He grabbed the glass, lightly drinking from it calmly making his way out towards the back. He watched the exits, ignoring the few beta females at the event who were there as entertainment and those forced there best he could. He stayed in position, arm crossed over his chest and waiting for the flashy appearance to arrive.
No sooner had he thought that did he see Bill casually striding through the room and making a beeline to Tad Strange who was busy speaking to a chestnut haired Beta. He could smell her from where he was and felt her slight anxiety and fear. The Alpha's here all believed in being supreme. It made him want to gag at the injustice of it all.
He knew if he didn't have such a supportive family he could have ended up in the same position as the beta females and males. An omega was a rare chance and exotic for an Alpha. They would claim one the instant they found one. An Omega's mark did fade after awhile but Alpha's usually keep reclaiming them until they've been broken down. Dipper was immensely grateful to have gotten out of that way of life.
Bill knocked a butlers tray over as he neared, finally capturing Strange's attention.
He slammed his hands onto the table, eyes blown wide in the same insane look Dipper was actually getting used to (that scared him). "Nice scar."
Oh no.
"I see you've taken to fake eyes, what? Was my present not good enough for you?" Tad said back in such a sarcastic voice Dipper winced.
There was an insane twinge in Bill's eyes. "Still the waste of space as you always were."
"Don't be sour that I took all of your business, dear cousin. I heard the agency is great for washouts."
Dipper's eyes rose in surprise at the new information. They were cousins? He didn't even know Bill had family outside of his parents. Ford never mentioned it!
"Ugh, stop riding my coattails, Tad. We know you will never be a Cipher." Golden eyes blazed at Dipper tensed. Bill was annoyed and pissed; that was never a good combination.
He paused to tug at his collar, feeling hot underneath the material. Ugh, was this place that stuffy?
His omega turned in his gut, making him frown.
"This time I will make sure you die." Tad hissed before he kicked he table. It hit Bill straight in the face (Dipper felt a snort leave his lips but he covered it, dropping his glass and inched forward incase Bill needed backup) as Tad reached for a concealed weapon on his side.
Dipper reached for his before the table was tossed aside and Bill gazed at Tad, eyes blazing in anger.
Bill wasn't reaching for his weapon, no instead he lifted his hand and removed his gloves to reveal his clawed hands.
He felt another flush at the dominating nature Bill exhibited and wondered what the hell was wrong with him!
Bill tossed himself, knocking Tad down as they snarled and rolled around. Bill got in a good hit. Claw dragging into Tad's shoulder and tearing. The room erupted into chaos, Alpha's fleeing at the sight of an agency member as Beta's took this chance to escape. The panic made Dipper press himself up flush against the wall and remove his conealed weapon. He checked for the amount of bullets in it (a special kind that only stunned painfully) before shoving the magazine back in and flicking the safety off.
Bill let out a growl, clawed hands grasping at Tad's throat.
Something turned in his gut at the bleeding cuts on Bill's forearms and the thought that he was going to kill their target.
Tad flipped them and Dipper took the initiative. He aimed and pressed the strigger.
It hit tad in the shoulder, making him howl and reel back. To his surprise (and most likely Bill's too) Tad shook it off and stood. He gave a sharp growl and Dipper felt himself suddenly shift.
He gasped, muscles tightening as the gun fell from his hands and he ducked his head. It was a submissive act and something pooled in his gut. The Omega whined and crawled within him as he flushed, feeling undeniably hot in this room.
He raised his head, seeing Tad staring at him in a strange way.
But Bill was getting up, hand fastening on Tad's cape.
Dipper stumbled, reaching for his gun he had dropped to take another hit but Tad acted quickly.
He tore the cape off, grinned down at Bill. "Too bad I can't take your life. Farewell, dear cousin."
Tad turned heel and ran and Dipper would have followed if his legs hadn't felt like rubber and made him tumble to the ground.
"What the hell, I had him, Pinetree?!" Bill screeched, whirling to face him. Dipper shook, eyes looking up at Bill for a moment as a paralyzing fear took hold of him. Bill seemed to finally realize Dipper wasn't responding like he usually would. "What? What is it?"
Dipper ducked in a breath, flicking the safety of his gun and tossing it on the floor and putting his hands on his knees. "Growl. I need you to growl at me."
Bill stared for a moment, obviously confused before producing a possessive and deep growl.
Dipper felt his stomach clench as he ducked his head and showed his neck to Bill in response. The omega fought to get its way to the surface and Dipper fought against it, wrapping his arms over himself and breathing hard.
"Whoa, you aren't-?" Bill came closer, kneeling by him and taking a wiff. "Oh. That's why Mabel's scent didn't work." Bill's voice became silent as well.
Dipper nodded. "I had no idea. I don't-!" He paused, rephrasing his words. "I haven't had a heat in about two years." He admitted. Sometimes the omega in him just decided to sleep and allow him to do what he needed. His last heat he had to go alone since he didn't have a mate or an alpha to spend it with. He had taken suppressors for awhile but realized they weren't needed once the heat stopped and his omega became a silent gurgle in his mind and thoughts. But now it was attacking at full force. He couldn't even think of the fact they had failed to capture Strange!
Breed.
Breed.
Bare children.
The voice hissed at him, making him groan, putting his hands to the palm of his eyes.
He heard Bill shift awkwardly. "As much as you probably would not like to hear we cannot stay here. Alpha's will reappear and I don't think I can keep all of them from you."
He looked at Bill, not fighting as the Alpha lifted him effortlessly. His face burned with embarrassment when the rush returned and made him nearly melt in Bill's arms. The heat was uncomfortable; not unbearable just yet.
But there was a squirming as his nether regions came to life. It made him squirm and the omega hiss at the close proximity that Bill was to him. His scent made him delirious and he hissed.
"No, I can't. I'm not gonna make it home." He suddenly hissed as Bill easily draped Tad's abandoned cape over him (well, they might as well put it to good use. It smelled like Alpha and the last thing they needed was for Dipper's heavy scent to be released).
"What do I do then?" Bill hissed. "Mind you I am still an Alpha and you are not making this easy."
There was a deep undertone to his voice that showed how hard Bill was fighting against his nature to take Dipper.
He respected that, he truly did.
He huffed, eyes bleary. "You live near here, right?"
Bill stiffened. "Ford will murder me. No way."
"Rather you than another." He gritted out, stomach flipping at the proposal he had offered. "No claiming, just do it."
Bill let out a frustrated growl before stalking off in the right direction. Bill lived near the outskirts, thank god, and had lived alone for many years. He said he was looking for a roommate but no one enjoyed his hobbies and pets enough to stay with him.
Dipper tried to distract himself but it was impossible. His senses were heightened and made it impossible to think.
"Dipper, you need to want this, not just need it." Bill suddenly said as he reached the front door and put Dipper on his feet. "If you don't I'll lock you in here and seek out your family."
That touched him suddenly. He realized how bad it would be for his partner to do this. But Dipper trusted Bill, with his life and... well his heat (it also helped that he was very attractive and Dipper had somewhat worshipped him when they first met). They were partners.
"Do you want this?" Dipper squeezed out as the Alpha unlocked the door and tossed it open. They stumbled in, Bill helping him.
He moaned at the rubbing of fabric between his thighs and erection. It was becoming unbearable.
"Don't want you doing something you don't want to." He finally hissed.
Bill slammed the door shut behind him, locking it. "Kid, I've been trying to get you to date me for six months!"
"What?" He looked up in surprise as Bill scowled.
Bill leaned closer, shoving his leg between Dipper's legs. The brunet whimpered at the sudden touch, heat exploding under his skin. It was becoming unbearable. The Omega was screaming at him.
"I'm not going to force myself onto you, no matter how bad your omega wants it. No matter how bad I want it." Bill hissed. "Do you want me to do this to you? I need to make sure you aren't saying it in the heat of the moment."
Dipper was losing his mind. "I want you." He blurted. "Not forever, I don't know! But right now I do!"
That was all Bill needed as he brought their lips together roughly.
They didn't make it to the bedroom but Bill did put him on the rug, tossing him down and grabbing a few pillows from the couch to make him comfortable. Dipper went to unfastened clothes, fingers trembling as he let out a whine at the heat.
Bill undressed, stopping at his shirt to toss it off and kick off his shoes. He did help Dipper take off his shoe's and eventually his shirt and tie as well.
"Bill please." He begged through gritted teeth. The pace wasn't quick enough and Bill hissed a warning growl.
Bill unfastened his pants, making Dipper sigh at the momentary relief. He was too far gone to truly appreciate Bill's bare form.
All he knew was the omega was clawing for attention and Bill went to growl and hiss the attention he needed.
Bill kissed near his throat but stayed true to his word did not marking him.
"Let go." Bill hissed by his ear, tongue sliding by his throat and making him give out a low whine. Bill lowered his body onto Dipper's, rubbing against him in a way that made his entire mind become a cluttered mess. "I will take care of you."
Dipper felt a babble of words he didn't understand rise to his throat but all that came out was a very hushed, "Promise?"
Bill stopped, breath heating against his neck that was bared to him. Soft lips placed a gentle kiss to his throat, a sign of absolute sincerity since Bill didn't do gentle. "Promise."
Dipper felt an odd warmth in his chest, reminding him of the face Bill had uttered those same words a year ago to calm Dipper's anxious thoughts down. He knew Bill would go through with it.
He finally gave in, letting the omega completely overshadow him.
He had no trouble letting go.