WARNING: This one is creepy as hell for Dipper!

Summary: Gideon wanted nothing more than revenge against the Pines family. He didn't intend to fall in love with his old flame's brother.

Pairing: Dipeon (one-sided)

Unexpected Affection Part 2

Dipper couldn't believe his ears. Had he really heard that right? Gideon couldn't have said what he thought he just said. The nineteen year old continued to stare.

Gideon whipped out his phone and hastily tapped the screen, muttering to himself. Dipper nearly choked as he listened.

"'Mine'?" He parroted. "What do you mean by 'your brother's mine'? Or that the deal is off? What deal?" He clenched his fists, fury rising. "Did you trick Mabel–"

His captor rolled his eyes. "Seeing as you belong to me now and since, with that crown on your head, you can't get away, I suppose I can tell you…"

Dipper gritted his teeth. If his muscles weren't locked by the jerk's most recent command, he would have socked him in the eye.

"I don't belong to you." He growled but Gideon just laughed.

"Oh, hon, you tell the funniest jokes, now," the jerk slammed a hand against the desk, startling the brunet. "Let me be absolutely clear. You are mine, Dipper Pines. And you aren't going anywhere. Stanford and Mabel don't know where this mansion is–it's under a fake name and we're nowhere near Gravity Falls. Plus, you know the police force of that town are mouth-breathing fools."

Dipper swallowed harshly, unease churning in his gut as his kidnapper continued.

"No one's coming to save you, Dipper Pines."

Gideon smirked.

"You are mine."

The teen's breath hitched, eyes wide. Had his muscles not been locked, he would have retreated a step from the sheer intensity of the blond's stare. Just what was going through the creep's head?

"You…" He breathed, gaze darting about his kidnapper's sneering face. "You're insane."

The creep clapped his hands together and leered. "You learn a thing or two in prison. Now, maid, it's time you cleaned this place…" The blond strode to his closet. "You and your sister are about the same size, aren't you?"

Dipper followed Gideon with his eyes until the teen moved out of sight. "Why do you need to know?"

The blond continued on. "Well even if you aren't I can always adjust your size."

Unease creeped up Dipper's spine as he heard the rustling of fabric and footsteps behind him. The creep circled around him before he stopped in front, holding a–

Dipper frowned. "That's a long shirt."

Gideon snorted. "Dress, hon."

The teen scrunched his face, disbelief sprawling across his features. "You gotta be kidding me."

"Oh I don't joke, peach." Gideon stepped closer. "You're going to look lovely in this."

'This' being a short, pink dress. Dipper scowled.

"Not a chan–" He stopped short as Gideon reached for the pen and paper.

"Remember, my marshmallow, I don't need your consent."

Steadily, the color drained from the teen's face. "Wait. You're actually–you're actually gonna–You can't do this!"

The prick sneered. "Watch me."

While the creep scribbled on the page, Dipper thrashed against the magic binding his muscles.

"No!" He protested. "I'm not going to wear the–"

"Sserd eht otni egnahc."

Dipper scowled and resisted the force of energy rushing through his veins but the painful pull seemed to curdle his blood and he stopped struggling with a agonized yelp. Oh hell, that hurt like hell. His stiff body moved.

He ground his teeth as his arm accepted the offered dress. "I hate you, Gideon."

The jerk laughed. "I love you too, hon."

He tried to jerk back. "That's not what I–" Dippers cut himself off as a jolt of electricity coursed through his body and he hissed.

Reluctantly, he stopped struggling once more and the physical reprimands ended but the past pains continued to throb. Dipper bit his lip. He hadn't done anything to deserve this!

Just what did prison do to Gideon?

Or had the creep always been like this?

As his body worked on auto-pilot, and reached to pull off his shirt, be bit out. "Stop staring and turn around."

Gideon leered. "No."

Dipper flushed, mortified and horrified. "Stop."

"No."

Was Gideon this awful back when they were all twelve? When he tricked Mabel into dating him, did he do anything like–

Mabel.

Oh hell, Mabel.

Dipper bit his lip as his body removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor, clutching the dress's collar in one hand. Disgust welled in his stomach as his body reached for his jean's buttons. Would the creep stop watching him change? He inhaled and averted his gaze as his body continued to move, trying to distract himself in his thoughts and ignore the creep's heavy breathing.

Would Gideon have forced Mabel to change in front of him?

Dipper narrowed his eyes, fury coiling in his gut as realization clicked. He would. Gideon would have hurt an unwilling Mabel for his own damn desire.

The teen gritted his teeth as his body slid off his shoes, kicked away his pants, and lifted his arms to put on the dress.

Fine. Dipper growled inwardly. Better him than his sister.

For Mabel, he would endure.

The dress slid over his torso, dropping down to scantily cover the top half of his thighs. He shivered, feeling exposed and oddly vulnerable. Wait…

He muscles, while sore, felt loose. Experimentally, he curled his fingers and fought down a grin as they moved with his will.

Good.

Gideon leered and sidled to the teen's side, still breathing heavily as he placed a palm on Dipper's waist and slid the hand down to–

Dipper punched the pervert in the eye.

"Get your hands off of me!" He snarled and leapt away from the yowling creep clutching his now bruised eye.

Hastily, he disregarded his clothes and sprinted out of the room. He had to get away he had to get away he had to–

"Dipper Pines!" Gideon roared and Dipper picked up speed, heart hammering.

The teen raced down the hall and turned a corner. Hope welled in his chest as he spotted a pair of large arching doors. Those had to be the front doors! He reached for a knob.

"Tlah!" A southern twang pierced through the sound of his pattering socked feet.

Dipper swore violently as his muscles seized and he slammed into the doors and crumpled to the ground, effectively halting. The teen groaned as his side throbbed from the collision and Gideon appeared. So close to freedom, Dipper glared venomously at his captor from his spot on the ground.

"Ooo, if looks could kill." Gideon smirked and knelt to grasp the brunet's chin. "I think your little escapade deserves retribution, wouldn't you say?"

Dipper's stomach churned. He didn't like that glint in the creep's stare.

His kidnapper purred. "Em ssik."

The brunet's eyes widened as his body shifted and his chin rose out of his captor's palm and his face leaned forwards close to Gideon's leering face and–

"No no no–" Dipper protested and tried to pull away.

The magic from the crown sparked in retaliation and Dipper yelped just as his body pressed his lips against the creep's. Gideon seized the chance to abuse the opportunity and Dipper growled and fought to bite down on the invasive tongue. His muscles clenched painfully and he flinched, halting his struggles so the pain would ebb.

When the need for air arose but Gideon didn't pull away, Dipper whimpered. He couldn't breathe he couldn't breathe he couldn't–

The creep finally relented and purred, sickeningly sweet. "That's what I like to hear."

Dipper panted, eyes wide with disbelief and anger. "Sadist jacka–"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Gideon sang, wagging his finger. "Hold your tongue!" He leered. "Or would you like another round?"

The teen gritted his teeth and shot his captor a hateful glare but otherwise didn't reply. Having completed the most recent command, his muscles loosened and he flexed his fingers.

The jerk stood, patting his slacks and sneered. "Tlah."

Dipper scowled as his body once again froze. His chance to sock the prick was lost.

The teen spat. "Black's a good look for you. If you give me the chance I'll give you a matching set."

Gideon huffed and placed a hand to his black eye. The jerk's eyes narrowed and his lips curled upwards.

"Speaking of matching sets…" Gideon hummed. "I seem to be missing a Pines twin…"

Dipper's protective fury flared. "Don't you dare drag Mabel into–"

"Then be a good boy and you won't have to worry about that." His captor threatened.

The teen ground his teeth and simmered in rage. "Fine."

Gideon grinned, triumphant, and whipped out the paper and pen from before. "I really need to get a notepad…" He muttered.

The brunet bit his lip as the prick scribbled on the page. the announced. "Noisnam ym naelc."

Energy thrummed in his veins and his muscles loosened. He frowned and he tried to stand with the intention to leave but his muscles stiffened and he dropped back to the floor.

"What the hell?" He snapped. "What did you say?"

Gideon snorted and rolled his eyes. "I said clean my mansion. Since this command is more vague than the others, it gives you a bit more freedom to move around, but only if you have the intention to clean."

Dipper scowled. "Then I'm staying right here."

The creep raised a brow and licked his lips, lidding his eyes. "That sounds equally delightful."

The brunet flushed in mortification. "Uh…cleaning doesn't sound so bad, actually, I think I'll do just that. Where are the tools and would you stay away from me?"

Gideon frowned, the glint in his eye fading slightly before coming back full force as his eyes roamed the brunet's slender frame. Dipper shivered, feeling like a piece of meat that was about to be eaten.

"Turn the corner and go down the hall. It'll be on your right."

Warily, Dipper pressed his back against the wooden door and pushed himself to his feet. Holding his breath and thinking about following the order, he found his muscles would move. He paused, mind starting to whir.

So long as he thought about the order, then he could move…

He bit back a smirk.

Gideon was in for a rude surprise.

Outwardly, he exhaled and filled his thoughts with intentions to grab the tools and vacuum the rugs. Of his own power, he managed to arrive at the closet with Gideon breathing down his neck and shadowing him all the while. The dress swished about his thighs as he turned the knob.

Spotting a broom and dustpan but no vacuum in the minefield of a closet, Dipper gingerly stepped forwards and bent over to grab the dustpan, unaware of the dress sliding upwards.

Warmth pressed against his rear and he straightened like a whip, yelping. "Whoa whoa whoa. Don't touch me!"

A high-pitched giggle stung his ear as the creep slid a hand under the dress. Dipper's heart hammered and, thinking quickly, he grabbed the broom and thought of the intention to clean the air of the mansion. Gideon just happened to be in the way of the air he wanted to clean.

He gritted his teeth and whipped around, nailing the pervert with the pole of the broom.

"My face!" Gideon yelped.

Dipper growled and retreated a step to slam the end of the broom into the creep's gut. Never said his cleaning had to be gentle. Gideon doubled over and Dipper, clutching tightly to the broom, sprinted out of the room and desperately thought about sweeping the rug by the front door.

"Tlah!" Gideon yelled.

Biting his lip so hard it bled, Dipper strained against the agonizing shocks of magic but, already worn out, his muscles clenched and he skidded to a halt. His stomach churned as footsteps stormed closer then slowed.

"Dipper Pines."

The teen's heart hammered as Gideon circled in front of him like a shark, face distorted and scarlet.

"I am going to give you hell for what you just did."

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