“Well, I’ve, um…” Dipper took a deep breath. This was Bill he was talking to. No matter what else they might snipe at each other for, THIS was something Bill swore was as close to sacred ground as an all powerful mind demon would get. He won’t laugh. He might say no, but Dipper won’t be mocked. At least he hoped so.
“I’ve been….researching, about stuff. And there’s this thing called ‘shibari’ and….”
“Ohhhhhhh…” Bill’s eye lit up, he tossed the jerky bag aside quite literally. Dipper reminded himself they could clean that later. “So, interested in getting artfully tied up?”
“Um, actually…” This was the hard part. The part it took him a while to admit to himself he imagined when he saw the online images, the videos, even the book he secretly bought for more details. When he saw the shibari rope bindings, he didn’t imagine himself at all. Every model he saw, especially the male ones, shifted into one specific individual, and Dipper had to admit to himself the mere thought was enthralling.
Well, here goes.
“I was thinking…could I try it on you?”
Bill stared. Dipper said nothing. Silence ruled for a long, uncomfortable time before Bill shifted, his feet dropping off the desk onto the floor.
“Okay. Sapling? If anyone else in the multiverse asked me that, I’d have already flayed them and used their skin as makeshift rope. I’m saying that cause I want you to understand how fucked up you made me that I’m even agreeing.”
Dipper blinked as he translated the demonic speak into human. “So, yes?”
“Sure! Heck, if you’re feeling top energy like that, I wanna see it fulfilled! The fact you’re stepping up from handcuffs in any direction is amazing progress.”
“I know no one else is in the Shack but could you not shout that aloud?” Dipper cringed.
“Fine, fine, whatever. So, we’re going to my place then?” Bill grinned and rubbed his hands.
“Actually, um,” Dipper walked to the closet and pulled out an old yellow bag. From inside he pulled out the shibari book and lengths of hemp rope. He held them up with an embarrassed grin.
Bill’s eye widened even more along with a smile. “Ohhh, you’ve REALLY thought about this!” With no more coaxing, he hopped from the desk chair onto the bed. “Alright! How do you want me? How much should I take off?”
“Um, well, I just…can I just practice? I’ve just read about it and I want to do it right. I was thinking of just tying up your arms?”
Bill looked a bit disappointed, but didn’t let his obvious enthusiasm flag. “Just tell me what to do.”
Dipper had Bill sit cross legged on the bed, his arms behind him with the forearms parallel. Thankfully, Bill’s body was more than flexible enough to do so without discomfort. Dipper thought about, then banished, some of the more advanced shibari ties he’d seen online. He wasn’t going to rush this. He wanted to master this one thing and do it right.
Dipper was slow, gentle, and restarted several times, but, at the end, he had Bill’s arms snuggly tied together with loops of rope that covered his forearms between elbow and wrist. Just like he imagined, even with Bill in his suit.
Especially with Bill in his suit.
The sight was. It felt something like he imagined Bill felt when he had Dipper pinned, whether it’s on the bed or over the counter. Plus, Dipper knew it wasn’t an actual restraint. Bill’s illusionary body was strong enough to easily snap the rope apart if he wanted free. Hell, if nothing else, he could burn it apart. The rope was only hemp. The thing truly restraining Bill was Bill for Dipper’s sake.
He still hoped Bill wouldn’t . The rope was expensive. He should have just gone to the mindscape and not bought the actual rope, but he didn’t want to admit to ANYONE he’d first practiced on Mabel’s stuffed animals. Bill might actually mock him for that, and Mabel wouldn’t forgive him.
Still, that strange feeling of control, of strength, of having actual power over Bill…it was weirdly intoxicating, as illusionary as it was. However, he knew how powerful illusions could be if you just believed in them.
“Well, well, well,” He murmured, leaning against Bill’s back to whisper in his ear. “Looks like I caught the one and only Demon Cipher. Not so tough now, are you?”
Bill started a moment, but it barely took a half second before he caught on and gave an evil smile, the sort he gave when they first met and Bill planned on cremating the human. “Please, what sort of demon hunter thinks he can keep me prisoner?”
“What about the great nephew of Standford Pines?” Dipper asked, slinking to the front, a grin still on his face. Bill’s arms stayed pinned behind him, impossible to move without breaking the bonds. Dipper shivered, the usual feelings in this sort of sexual tension twisted in a new way. “I’ve learned everything he had to teach and more. And I plan to bend you into submission, Demon.”
“You might have trapped me, but there’s nothing you can do to break me,” Bill bragged. “Nothing your feeble human brain could invent would hurt me enough to make me talk. If you think you’ve got a chance, then you can just suck my di-”
Dipper grinned. Before Bill even finished the sentence, he pushed Bill down on the bed. He knew Bill allowed it, but that was only in his logical mind. In this moment, he focused more on pinning Bill’s torso down with one hand while freeing Bill's cock with the other, quickly diving down upon it. Dipper hummed and grinned at the sounds his “captive demon” made.
He came up for air. “Maybe you’ve learned to fight against pain…but what about pleasure, Cipher?” He dove back down, using everything he’d learned from being with Bill to bring him to the edge, but no further before pulling back with a wet pop. “You’ll share your secrets with me, Cipher, and you’ll come. Otherwise, I guess we’ll see how long a demon can last with blue balls.”
Bill’s pupil was so wide it neary encompassed his golden iris. “Ohhhh, you’ve definitely got an interesting interrogation tech-AH~”
Dipper started again, bringing Bill close to the edge, backing off, and continuing the “interrogation” while Bill, of course, refused to talk. Bill was growing more and more frustrated, Dipper saw, and it made him feel wild, until he was grabbed and flipped around. Panicked for a moment, almost lost in his role, he realized Bill slipped his arms free of the bindings, but without breaking them. Thank goodness. They could save that level of theatrics for the Mindscape.
Speaking of theatrics, a sweaty, red faced, and exceedingly aroused Bill now had him pinned.
“Looks like the demon hunter’s become the demon prey,” He sneered. “Time to see how you deal with pleasure, Pines.”
Dipper grinned. When it came to this sort of thing, it really was worth asking.
