By The Willow Tree (A Dreambur Fanfiction)

A New Plan ✔

     William eyed the masked blonde from the other side of the one way window. He was trying to figure out if the male was bored, coming up with a plan to escape, or both.

     "Clay Wastkin." Nicholas spoke from the right side of William, opening a file on the criminal. "Not much to work with. All we have is a report of a robbery."

     William's eyes seemed to spark with lust before hardening, burning holes into the blonde.

     Clay was always so good at keeping his identity a secret. There were no finger prints at a scene he left for the cops. No hair, no clues. Nothing. He was good at what he did, and it showed.

     "With him being here, I don't know if it's safe to go home." Nicholas' gaze fell onto the blonde, closing the thin file and placing it down on the metal table in front of the window.

     "I can take watch. I need to finish some paperwork before I can head home anyways." William's voice cut through the silent air, catching Nicholas' attention.

     "You sure?"

     "Yeah!" William turned his head to his friend, smiling with confidence, "Remember, I used to watch him all the time in London."

     Nicholas chuckled at his friend's sudden childish attitude, failing to notice the slight pur in his voice.

     "Don't overwork yourself." The accent less Texan spoke, walking out of the room, leaving the Brit boy by himself.

     William kept his smile for a few more minutes, staring at the door to the offices. His smile turned one to lust as he fixated his eyes onto Clay.

     Using his friend's absence to his advantage, he disabled the cameras for the interrogation room. He didn't want their chat to be recorded.

     William waltzed into the room, allowing the door to shut behind him as he did so. "Clay!" William cheered, smiling as the blonde turned to him in his seat.

     "Will," Clay spoke in his honey sweet voice, "Thank you for getting my message." Clay's hand rose, allowing the other to take it.

     Being the person he is, William didn't just take the blonde's hand into his own, he kneeled down, holding Clay's hand to his lips, and pressed a gentle kiss to the other's freckled knuckles. Clay's slight giggle caused a smile to form on William's lips, keeping his hand in his hold as he stood up.

"I was surprised you found me so quickly." Clay tilted his head as he watched William bring his hand up to his cheek, kissing the palm of his freckled hand.

"You only leave a mess when you have a surprise." William mumbled, leaning into the blonde's touch.

Clay smiled from behind his porcelain mask, his amusement being read through the tilting of his head.

Clay knew William admired him, treated him as if he were a god at times. He loved seeing how William melted at Clay's simple touch. It always seemed to amuse Clay, even when they first met, how William changed with a simple glance from the blonde.

"That reminds me." Clay pulled his hand away from the Brit, receiving an audible whine, "What do you believe the surprise is?"

William, being the clingy mother fucker he is, sat down in front of his angel, head resting on his knee as he thought. Closing his eyes when the soft hands of the blonde's running through his fluffy chocolate curls.

For once, he was glad he had forgotten his reddish, brown beanie at home.

William hummed slightly, "A cuddle session?"

"No~" Clay cooed, "Something more exciting."

"Make out session?"

Clay snorted and shook his head, "No."

"Sex?"

Clay laughed, wheezing slightly at the Brit's sexual mindset.

"Is that a yes?"

"That's a no."

"Damn."

Clay rolled his eyes as he combed his fingers through the brunette's hair.

"I have a plan to sneak away. Far away. But before I do that, I need to fake my own death."

William's small grin fell from his face as he looked up at the blonde, staring into the mask that hid his identity.

"What?"

"I found this city a few months back. Its big, not as big as DSMP, but big enough to keep us hidden."

"It's name?"

"Kinoko. It'll take a couple days to get there."

"What's this have to do with me?"

Clay lift his mask just above his lips, his smile revealed to William.

"That's the surprise." Clay smiled lightly, William melting into it, "Pack your bags, William! We're moving!"