WARNING: This is NSFW (Not Safe For Work) because it is dark dark 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 3

Dipper's breath hitched and his fear flared. Gideon actually sounded menacing and oh hell the creep was prowling closer and probably had a knife hidden in his suit jacket or a–

The blond snaked a hand through the back of the brunet's hair and yanked. Dipper gasped as Gideon smashed their lips together, heatedly shoving his tongue down the teen's throat.

Dipper gagged and snapped into awareness. He resisted the pull of the magic binding his muscles, trying to wriggle free, but shockwaves flooded his system and overrode his senses. He inhaled sharply, shutting his eyes, and continued to struggle despite the pain.

Something awful was coming.

Gideon moaned into the forced kiss and finally pulled away, hand still gripped in the brunet's hair. Dipper gasped for air, wrangling for control over his body despite the jolts of agony coursing through his veins. Fear thundered in his chest when he met Gideon's lidded gaze.

"You're gonna look gorgeous under me." Gideon licked his lips. "Clutching tightly to the sheets as you moan my name…"

Dipper recoiled, eyes wide. "W–what?" Cheeks heating in horror, he spluttered. "You–"

"You are my prized possession Dipper Pines." The monster reiterated. "And you belong in bed with me."

Alarm bells blaring as the creep whipped out his paper and pen, Dipper chomped on his lip and endured the pain to try to bat away the paper. Gideon merely stepped out of reach and scribbled out a word.

"Wollof." The jerk announced and strode down the hall.

The brunet's leg muscles shifted and Dipper sagged as he was forced to follow the blond. When he realized where they were headed, he slammed on the breaks.

"No!" He shouted. "No no no no!"

Gideon rolled his eyes as Dipper spazzed and gargled in pain from the resulting punishment. The creep grasped the teen's arm and dragged him into the bedroom. Exhaustion rising but fear coursing through his veins, Dipper continued to struggle, desperately trying to pull free.

"Rope…" Gideon muttered as he manhandled the teen to be pinned to his side. "Where did I put the rope?"

The creep dragged the gasping teen to the desk and, with one hand, opened a drawer and grinned.

"Found it. And the lube too!"

Realization sank in and Dipper's mind screeched into overdrive. "You're a sick monster." He snarled, writhing in agony and terror.

This couldn't be happening. HIs heart pounded. This couldn't be happening. Gideon intended to–he actually intended to–

"And you can't do a thing about it." Gideon sneered. "I'm going to make you scream my name."

"No–"

Now wielding the bottle of lube and rope, the monster shoved Dipper onto the bed. "Tlah." He commanded.

The teen's muscles locked once more and he fought to stand through the pain. He managed to sit upright before Gideon pounced. The heavy monster trapped his struggling, gasping form by straddling his waist. Too soon, Gideon snatched the brunet's wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand.

As Gideon brought the rope closer with his free hand, Dipper foresaked his pride and resorted to pleading. "No, Gideon, don't do this, please!"

"You are mine, Dipper Pines." Gideon bound his wrists with the rope. "And I will do whatever I please."

Dipper bit his lip as he tugged on his restraint and pain shot through his body in retaliation. Gideon hooked his hands beneath the teen's arms and hefted him, while still straddling him, to the head of the bed. As the brunet's head brushed against the pillow, Dipper's panic went into a whirlwind.

"No no no no no this can't be happening you can't be about to do this please just be a nightmare somebody wake me up please this can't be–"

Lips pressed against his own, silencing his frantic mantra. Gideon pulled away with a smirk as he noted the teen's watery eyes. As a tear escaped from his eye and dripped down his cheek, the creep slid his thumb across the teen's skin, wiping away the salty water.

The monster grinned. "You're going to enjoy it."

"No!" Dipper writhed, more tears leaking from his eyes and he hiccupped as a sob escaped from his throat. "No, please, don't… I–I don't want this! Please!"

The creep rolled his eyes and just tied the rest of the rope to the bedpost. He gave the rope a firm tug and grinned when the thick cord didn't budge.

"Good." He muttered. "That'll keep you in your place."

Frantically, Dipper tugged his bound wrists but the rope remained secure and the shockwaves continued to sting his nerves. The teen sagged, dropping his head as he realized he was trapped. He couldn't escape and Gideon…

Gideon was about to rape him.

Tears overflowed and Dipper sobbed as the sensation of powerlessness and terror overwhelmed him. Instead of backing off, the monster just grasped the teen's chin and forced lips to meet lips.

Gideon hummed and sidled further down the teen's figure, pinning his legs, and slipped a hand beneath the dress. Slowly, the monster slid the hand up, and up, and up…

"Stop." The teen sobbed. "Please stop."

"No." Gideon denied and fiddled with the hem of his underwear. "You belong to me now and we do as I say."

Dipper whimpered as Gideon dragged the garment down. The only clothing covering his form now was the scanty dress. He swallowed and averted his gaze as Gideon lifted the fabric.

Gideon had been right.

He was in for hell.

~oOo~

Dipper sobbed, voice raw from screaming, and curled in on himself as his rapist finally finally climbed off his liquid stained form. His wrists, rubbed raw from struggling, burned as he shifted.

Gideon grinned and combed his fingers through the brunet's sweaty, tangled hair and Dipper flinched. "There, there, my marshmallow, you were fantastic. I look forward to having more fun in the future."

Dipper's chest heaved another sob and he buried his face into the tear stained pillow. "I–" He hiccuped. "I hate you, you monster."

Gideon huffed, pulling away to retrieve his pants. "You'll learn to love me soon enough. After all, there's no way out for you."

Dipper just shut his eyes and cried. When he heard the rustle of fabric shifting closer, he cried harder. He couldn't deal with the monster again. He just couldn't open his eyes to a world where he had nowhere to escape. He was trapped–he couldn't escape–he was–

Somewhere in the mansion, a window busted open.

Gideon whirled on his heel, lips thinning and eyes narrowing. In short order, the blond buttoned his slacks and tugged on his undershirt, hastily rushing to the door. He paused in the doorway and pivoted.

Dipper's abductor strode to his desk and pulled out a key from a drawer. "I'll be back soon, my marshmallow."

With the parting farewell, the creep left the room, shutting the door behind him. Dipper inhaled shakily as a click resounded but paid the noise no mind. He was too distraught to care that his capturer had elected to lock the door, even though the teen was still restrained.

WIth the monster no longer present, Dipper slumped and tried to even his breathing. He was okay, he was okay, he was okay… He bit his lip and blinked back another wave of tears. Even if he tricked himself into believing he was fine, he knew he wouldn't be fine anytime soon.

He sighed, eyes slipping closed. He was just so tired…

"Bro–bro!" A familiar voice rang.

Hope fluttered and he perked. Could that be...could that really be…?

Another familiar voice shouted. "Pine Tree!"

Impossible. Dipper squashed his hope like a bug. He was probably imagining his sibling and the jerkface demon's voices in his tattered state of mind. Sighing, he curled tighter. The knob jiggled and Dipper clenched his eyes shut, hoping he could fool Gideon into thinking he was sleeping.

The door burst open with a resounding bang.

Dipper jumped, breath hitching, as a flurry of footsteps neared. The monster sounded furious. He tensed when the footfalls stopped by the bedside.

"Oh, Dipin' Dot…" His sister's voice trailed.

Dipper remained still, refusing to open his eyes to an illusion or–or hallucination or whatever new spell Gideon had decided to cast to mess with his mind.

"I can burn the rope!" The demon's high-pitched tone offered.

"No!" The girl sounded as if she leapt in front of the demon. "No you'll probably burn his wrists!"

She sighed. "Bill," her voice wobbled. "I'll–I'll look for scissors. Guard him, okay?"

Fabric rustled as the girl and demon quietly shifted about the room.

Bill broke the silence. "You're not fooling anyone, Pine Tree. I know you're awake."

Deciding that if he didn't comply to the vague command, another awful thing would happen, Dipper opened his eyes and averted his gaze.

"What more do you want, Gideon?" He tensed when the footsteps stilled.

"Gideon?" He could just picture the triangle raising an invisible eyebrow. "In case you've forgotten, I'm the dream demon Bill Cipher."

Dipper just sagged into the covers. "Right. I'll play along. What do you want, Bill?"

His half-hearted gaze slid to the side to spy his sibling staring with a horrified expression. "What did Gideon do to you, bro–bro?"

She approached and scanned his figure a second time, realization slamming into the forefront of her mind. She staggered, jaw dropping.

"Oh my gosh." She gasped, eyes watering. "Oh my gosh Gideon–Gideon didn't–"

When Dipper just looked away, lifeless, she curled her fists, cheeks turning scarlet. "I'm going to kill him."

"Save that for later, Shooting Star." Bill's own glare rivaled Mabel's. "We've got to get him out of here. Gideon won't be held back by the spell much longer. Did you get the scissors?"

"Yes." With fire in her eyes, Mabel clambered onto the bed, pointedly ignored her brother's flinch, and hurriedly hacked away at the thick rope with the scissors.

"They're not working." Bill noted.

Mabel snarled. "I noticed."

Dipper tried to steady his breathing but with a body radiating oppressive heat so close to his own sent his mind whirling with panic. He bit back a whimper, desperately grappling for any remains of his pride. Gideon wouldn't repeat himself so soon after the fact, would he?

Mabel growled when the dull scissors continued to be worthless. Yelling, the young woman hurled the useless item to the floor and scooted off the bed.

"Burn the rope." She commanded.

Bill chirped. "With pleasure!"

Dipper held his breath when the bed dipped and a face framed with blond locks appeared in his line of sight. Dipper blinked, startled. Bill was a human?

No, wait, that wasn't right...Bill was in a human body.

He shook his head. That didn't matter. It was all an illusion, after all.

Heat flared above his head and he bit his lip, heart starting to race, when the force holding his wrists above him loosened. His aching arms dropped to his stomach and he could've sworn he smelled smoke. Why had his tormentor freed him?

When Bill or not–Bill, or...or whoever the blond man was, slid rough gloved hands beneath his knees and back, he flinched and whimpered, breath hitching

No...No no no not again not again please not again.

The hands pulled away and Mabel's face appeared, soft and soothing. "Shh, it's okay, bro–bro, I'll carry you."

Smaller, smooth hands replaced the gloved ones and lifted him. The arms brought him to lean against a rounded chest and he sniffled. He could almost believe that this really was his sibling holding him tight.

Illusion that would lead to heartbreak or not, Dipper nestled in the hold and inhaled. Sprinkles. She smelled like sprinkles. How could Gideon conjure such an accurate illusion? Shaking his head, he decided to enjoy the hallucination while he could.

He slid his gaze over to the blond man striding next to his sister. Dipper withheld a snort. Figures he'd picture Bill wearing a tuxedo of all things. His gaze swivelled to look at his grim-faced sister and he cringed. She didn't notice his stare, only staring straight ahead with fury in her lethal glare.

Footsteps pounded and Bill and Mabel stiffened.

Bill swore violently. "He's escaped!"

"Go go go!" Mabel broke into a sprint.

"Em ot nruter! Return to me!"

Dipper screamed when a shockwave flooded his system and his exhausted muscles struggled wildly in his siblings hold. His body struggled free of her grip and dropped to the floor. Too soon for anyone to react, Dipper's body scrambled to his feet and sprinted to the source of the voice.

Mabel yelped. "Grab him!"

"On it!" Bill returned, speeding after the teen.

Too exhausted to resist, Dipper allowed his body to skid to a halt in front of the speaker. He swallowed harshly. His kidnapper looked downright murderous.

Gideon planted a hand on his shoulder and spun him around, pinning him to the blond's side. "You two." The monster bared his teeth. "Don't ya'll know not to put your noses where it doesn't belong?"

Mabel leveled a heated stare and Dipper blinked. He'd never imagined the happy-go-lucky Mabel could look murderous herself.

"Give me back my brother." She growled, voice eerily quiet.

Gideon smirked, sliding his hand down Dipper's stained dress. "Or you'll what? I own your brother now, Mabel Pines. Inside," he licked his lips, "and out."

"I," Mabel stepped forwards, "am going to sever your tongue."

The creep snorted. "Frightening, Mabel, truly frightening."

Mabel clenched her fists, chanting beneath her breath and steadily increasing in volume. Fire erupted from her hands and her eyes glowed blue.

Her voice dropped and echoed. "You'll regret ever hurting my brother!"

~oOo~

Notes:

It seems Snatched by the Ritzys Part 2 got mixed reviews. Thanks for the comments guys, but there's something I've recently remembered:

Even though I'm willing to listen to suggestions and ideas, these are still my stories, and I'm going to write them the way I want to, regardless of whether or not the stories will be liked or not.

New Reader: Whoo, I'm glad you like the dragon! And, uh…I've got bad news for ya, buddy… Since this is a dark set of stories, there will be deaths. Heh heh heh.

ME: That's an idea, but I don't feel inspired by it. Feel free to suggest other ideas though.

cw: Whoaaaa, now that's a story I'd like to read! Ha, it's kinda like fanfiction of a fanfiction, almost! It's not the direction that I plan to take with Snatched by the Ritzys but you should write that! I would read that! Oh and yep! I post these stories on Fanfiction and Archive of Our Own.