By The Willow Tree (A Dreambur Fanfiction)

On The Road Again ✔

It was 5 in the morning, the sun barely rising over the mountains. It would have been a wonderful dawn to start a well announced adventure, but the sky did not feel the same. Not a single ray of light shown through to guide the couple on their journey. Small droplets of water kept them occupied, soaking their clothes, darkening their hair, making the two cold and wet.

Wilbur kept his jacket over his head, holding it above Dream's as well, wanting them to have some sort of shelter from the rain.

"Couldn't you have decided to plan your death on a sunny day?" Wilbur called over the wind, the drench coat over their heads doing little to block the rain.

"Then you'd complain about the heat." Dream called, his voice was still as calm and elegant as the day Wilbur first met him.

It made his skin heat up by just remembering the stare Dream used to give him. How his eyes used to scan over people, dismissing them as he searched for something to spark his interest. Then his emerald green orbs met chocolaty brown ones, and in that moment, life would never be boring for Dream again. Everything went exactly his way.

But, there were some days when Wilbur just had to have Dream with him. Alone. Where no one seemed to go anymore. Where the cameras were always busted. Where they could access water, paper, soap, and a window. Those days always went the way Wilbur wanted them too, and that's how they'll be. His days of when Dream's mind couldn't think of anything besides him and the constant waves of pleasure and jabs of pain all over his body. Oh how he loved it.

"Why not go to Snowchester?" Wilbur called out, his own voice catching himself out of his own thoughts.

"Smarter police would want to come looking for you, since you seemed to 'disappear' on the day of my death. They would look for any family members, then go looking for you there. If we're at a town far away from DSMP, then they won't come looking for us for a couple of days, or a couple of weeks. Then, once that happens, we'll have a well enough hiding place to last a couple of days, possibly weeks. But we'll move once they get close to our base." Dream spoke his plan, allowing Wilbur to have more information than needed, in his eyes that is.

Wilbur fixated his eyes to lock them on Dream, staring at him for a bit before he took a look around. Besides the heavy rain that was loud in his ears, and the sound of two suitcases rolling on rocks and mud, he spotted a run down motel. He squinted his eyes, reading the sign that rest on the ground.

"Cosmanot?" Wilbur muttered out loud. It sounded as if someone made up a random name, hoping it would spark someone's interest and lure them in for a night of rest. "Why not we stay there until the rain subsidies?"

"We can't stay anywhere, William." Dream spoke out, sounding like he was losing patience with the brunette.

"No, I think we should." Wilbur spoke as he hooked his arm around around Dream's waist, leading him towards the run down building.

"No, I think we shouldn't."

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Dream kept his eyes closed, his arms crossed over his chest as he rest on one of the run down, dusty beds in the hotel room they got. His back was against the wall, keeping him in a sitting position. He seemed to be fine with the temporary shelter, considering he wasnt complaining. He was currently wearing one of Wilbur's yellow turtle necks, along with one of his own black sweat pants.

Wilbur threw his trench coat on the bed to the left of the room, seeing Dream's relaxed state on the right one. He stared at him, his body beginning to feel hot once again. Despite it being freezing cold outside, and him only wearing a gray tank top and black jeans.

"Your staring." Dream spoke, but Wilbur didn't seem to hear him. It's been the first time in years since he hasn't acknowledged Dream when he spoke. The first time it happened was the first day Dream attended his school. He heard him in the cafeteria, but he didn't know him yet, so he brushed off the sound of his voice and continued to talk to his friends.

"You know," Wilbur began, catching Dream's attention, "when I look at you, it always feels like the first time I laid my eyes on you."

Dream looked over towards the brunette, both his eyes open and his attention all on Wilbur. He was confused on the other's behalf, because Wilbur has told Dream what he does to him, but he's never said what he had done to him the first time Wilbur laid eyes on the male.

"How did I make you feel?" Dream spoke, his honey sweet voice was laced with curiosity. He's always hated when something was kept hidden from him, but it's his best way of learning.

Wilbur stretched his back, his arms above his head. He made his way over to Dream's bed, taking his time with each step. The wooden floorboards creeked under his weight, the sound being one of frogs croaking.

He sat down on the bed, it making the sound of pure exhaustion. He adjusted his position so he was laying down on the bed with his head in Dream's lap.

"The first time I looked at you, you were wearing this beautiful white turtle neck, but it was bloody from that one brown haired Brit."

"George." Dream spoke, "That was the day I had lost my temper."

"I wasn't focused on your temper mood, Love. I was more focused how your body moved with each kick you'd land on his stomach." Wilbur smiled, his eyes sparked with lust as he caught Dream's eye. "The wave of your hair when you threw a punch. The sway of your movements when you gracefully dodge his punches. I felt hot."

"Hot." Dream mumbled, his hand moving Wilbur's hair out of his face, "As if the temperature of the place suddenly rose to an uncomfortable degrees, but you can't seem to get rid of your clothes."

Wilbur nodded, sitting up so he could be at eye level with his white haired lover, "You know the feeling?" He mumbled out, leaning into the freckled palm placed on his left cheek.

Without even uttering a word, Wilbur knew Dream felt the same. The two always felt different when around each other. Whether it was happiness, sadness, enraged, frightened; they always felt something new.