Eye's forever baby shower

Dipper smiles, and touches Bill’s cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Bill says, his grin suddenly gentle. His long eyelashes fluttering, eye glowing gold. “I’ve learned… so much from being with you.”

“Have you?” Dipper narrows his eyes. It’s suspicious, but he finds himself blushing, and shy. This is… unexpected. Uncertain, and strange!

“Why have I been doing crime all this time? Why evil?” With stunning force, Bill drags Dipper in, shoving his head against his chest, where his heart beats strong and fast, thrumming like a Bugatti Chiron Super Sport engine. “After what we’ve been through, no. I can’t do it. Not ever again.”

“But… why?”

“Because,” Bill’s perky lips pout out. His arms tremble, his tight grip shakes,; Dipper clasps onto him in turn, shaken in more than one way. “You’ve taught me the real power. The power of love.”

“Bill.” Dipper gasps. He clutches his chest, where his own heart is beating fast, but like a four cylinder engine instead. But… this can’t happen. Bill’s always been… He turns away, demurely. “You can’t give that up just for me…”

“I have to.” Bill leans back, hand pressed against his forehead, while his pretty eye flutters again like the wings of a particularly odious butterfly. “I can’t live the same life anymore.”

“Oh, Bill,” Dipper gasps. “Bill.” clutching desperately at him. How could this be? How could two beings, so far apart like two distant stars, or or two even more distant ones, end up so far away from each other after all? He knows he’s sweaty per usual, but somehow it’s extra more so, as he admits, “The truth is… Though all this time with you, and demons, it’s… I’ve learned I like evil.”

“That's far too much for you,” Bill gasps, eye wide. His hand rises to his suddenly blushed cheek, a pink rose on his porcelain skin. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.” Dipper rises up then, to his full height. No more slouching. No more cowardice, or anxiety. He has true power now, one he can unleash - 

And Bill flinches away, raising a hand against the sight of Dipper ripping his shirt open, exposing the leather underneath. The powerful, commanding straps of a true dom. 

“I’ve always dreamed of this.” Dipper hauls Bill up, only to feel his demon faint in his arms, draped like a limp spaghetti noodle, but thicker - “To have a triangle of my own. Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.”

And the blush on Bill’s supple lips and nipples both attested that he, too, agreed.