Chapter Four
Bill watched the tiny Omega walk ahead. button nose tucked away inside his journal. Face obscured with the pages in front of him, it was honestly surprising the boy didn’t fall from being so distracted. Although Bill did spot a few times when the boy’s foot caught a root and he jumped to attention; doe like eyes darting back to make sure the other didn’t see every time.
Adorable, Bill mused at the sight.
The Omega had caught his attention ever since he came literately tumbling into his life. From his unusual fiery attitude to the absolute determination to keep Bill away from the forest residents. Even going to the length to spend time with the Alpha, just to keep him preoccupied.
Bill wasn’t complaining, it was pretty amusing to watch the other attempt to take charge of things—an Omega.
How captivated Dipper had him. Bill could see the boy possessed a pure heart and a poorly hidden desire to see the good in anyone, a deadly combination. Only this Omega would hold his ground—no matter what. Bill had witnessed this the day before, only seeing a change when he took control. A spark of want ignited at the sight of the boy’s expression; face tilted downward in submission, the soft whimper that fled those pretty little lips at the Alpha’s tone.
Bill eventually slowed his pace when Dipper stopped in the middle of a clearing. The Alpha could faintly remember this place and then suddenly the realization hit him—this spot wasn’t all that far from the area he was prowling yesterday. Dipper wandered about, checking random tree hallows. Chestnut orbs searching every nook and cranny, all while Bill stood idly by—eyes full of mirth.
“you’re looking all wrong, pine tree.”
Dipper jumped at the sound of the others voice, accidentally knocking the back of his head against a low hanging branch. He messaged it gently with an agitated frown. Ignoring the boisterous laughter coming from Bill, “Pine tree?”
Another thing about the Omega was he could be so painfully oblivious to things. Bill rolled his visible eye with playful annoyance. A single finger shot up to the top of his head, poking the empty area as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Pine tree hat—Pine tree, cute huh?”
“No, don't call me that.” Dipper bit back, sticking his head back in the tree’s opening before the other could spot the bright shade of red that painted his cheeks.
Bill smirked knowingly at the scene, poor kid just wasn’t fast enough.
Striding over confidently, Bill leaned against the tree little pine tree had his head shoved in. The alpha brought his fist against the tree, knuckles white as he explained, “When your lookin’ to see if someones home, you always knock—” Bill brought his fist against the tree in two bark splitting swings. The sound echoing through the first and scaring the poor little Omega from out of the hole.
Dipper fell backwards in shock—straight onto his bottom, watching the tree in front of him quack and tremble from the such force. A dull buzzing sound began to fill the silence that had settled in, it reminded both boys of wasps.
Then it kinda got messy from there.
Actual Pixies spilled from the tree, attacking both Bill and Dipper—who barely got out of their by the skin of their teeth. Running like madmen through the thick forest—perhaps one of them actually was mad. Dipper was livid and his could barely express this because his lungs were already preoccupied with getting even a sliver of oxygen.
What he could pant out was not the kindest, “That...”—more panting—”was so stupid!”
“You got to see them didn't you,” Bill replied, puffing his chest out in pride.
Dipper turned his head back to stair at the other in disbelief, but that was just a bad idea. The pixies had gotten closer and didn’t seem like they were stopping anytime soon. Dipper kept running, dodging loose roots and scattered branches. Fear flooded his body at the thought of being caught, he was going to die because of Bill’s stupid actions.
Bill watched the little Omega run for his life, complete terror painting his features as he ran. Usually warm brown orbs were now wet with tears; Bill could practicality feel the other’s heart pounding painfully against his ribs in fear. It was a delicious sight, but sadly all good things must come to an end and those pesky Pixies were becoming a bit of a problem.
Grabbing the Omega’s arm his swung him over behind a thick bush, his body pressed flush against the trembling kid’s own. Bill looked down and placed a finger against his lips, watching as the pixies flew right on by their hiding spot. The horrid buzzing sound had slowly faded out as they got farther and farther away.
Now the only sound that could be heard was Dipper’s ragged breathing and Bill’s soft short pants.
The pair were sprawled out on the ground behind the bush, limbs tangled together in a messy position. Bill stared down at the boy bellow him—eyes half lidded as he took in the lovely hue of red coloring their cheeks, chestnut eyes now wet, but instead with relief. A radiant glow of seemed to spill off the boy as he lay beneath the Alpha. Bill vaguely wondered which he preferred, fear or something he was rarely gifted—gratitude.
“That wasn't so stupid, thank you.” Dipper finally said, still fairly breathless—ripping Bill from his thoughts.
Bill only hummed in response, too absorbed in his own thoughts to actually speak. The Alpha was busy trying to fully imprint the image of Dipper’s smile in his mind. From the absolutely adorable dimples that dotted the corners of his mouth to the way his eyes sparked with joy and crinkled in delight. It was definitely a rarity in itself and Bill decided he wanted to see it more often.
Even if it meant keeping up this wolf in sheep's clothing act.