#muse:wilee

[hxndsome-devils]

After weeks of looking and listening and just watching, they were ready to actually do something. Wilee could feel his whole body buzzing as he peeked around the corner to see one of the other packs look outs start to head inside. They did this every hour. Switched out. But the morons meet inside and then came outside leaving them open for an attack for about ten minutes. Wilee glanced over his shoulder at Asher, leaned in and grabbed a kiss before shooting off across the street towards the hospital. He waisted no time climbing over and jumping the fence. In his belt hung a hand gun and his crowbar. His shoulders held on to Ashers old jacket as he dipped down low and headed towards the building. After a long time of watching they’d narrowed down the Alpha of the pack and who his Omega seemed to be. They couldn’t tell if the two were bonded but they tended to be stuck at each others hip. Only they’d set up a bit of a trap eariler this morning and when there alpha left to inspect the bomb that went off down the street he hadn’t taken his Omega.  So Wilee was going to go find him.  Pushing inside the back door, Wilee paused for a moment. He had a sweater on under his jacket and pulled the hood up over his face, moved the handgun to rest in the wast of his pants which was covered by his shirt. Good. He headed up a flight of stairs and kept his head down. The Omega he was looking for had curly hair, light eyes, tall and a nice face. He turned his head to the side a bit every time he walked past someone, relying mostly on a quick glance to determine whether or not they were his target. On one glance up, Wilee caught the face of someone who looked familiar. He didn’t have time to see them completely as they were headed into the washroom. He got enough to know he needed more. Turning sharply he pushed into the washroom, he walked to the row of sinks in front of the stalls. Jumping up, Wilee sat down on the lip of the sink in front of the only occupied stall and waited. A low whistle leaving his lips and he brought his crowbar out to lay across his lap. 

@slcvghter

[hxndsome-devils]

“Wait,” Wilee held up his hands, waving them around just a little bit. He prided himself on knowing at least most of the people in this pack, his pack, by now but this guy he hadn’t seen before. Well, he’d seen him. Only in passing and only a couple of times. To be fair he hadn’t exactly been out of his room very much lately. He went from his room to Wyatt and Adams and back. At least that’s how it felt. Today he’d actually left his room and walked outside to try and find Wyatt. What he’d found instead was this guy. WHo he didn’t recognize at all. “How long have you even been here?” Wilee asked hoping the guy would say he turned up just a few days ago. No big deal then. He wasn’t slipping too badly if the guy was new. 

@queensxkid

[hxndsome-devils]

He took the punch well. Stumbled slightly but used the momentum from falling backwards to turn around and throw his fist into the other guys cheek. Wilee didn’t pull his punches and he didn’t expect his sparring partner too either. The man grunted and fell over. Wilee took the chance to jump on his back and punch him again, and then again. Finally the guy screamed out there safe word and Wilee fell back into the mats they’d set up in the otherwise empty room. Panting, he pushed himself up and offered his sparing partner his hand. Which he took. The two nodded to each other. Each sporting a black eye and the other man had a split lip as well. 

“TOmorrow?” Wilee asked. 

The guy chuckled. “If you can take it.” 

Rolling his eyes Wilee flipped the other off and turned around to look at Wyatt in the door way. “Hey.” He smiled brightly at the other Omega as he grabbed his water bottle and towel off the floor. HE walked over to Wyatt and kissed him quickly. “Where have you been all morning?” Wilee asked with a smile. “I woke up and everyone was gone and I wanted to fuck. It was not fun.” He pointed pointed out with slight tease on his voice. 

[hxndsome-devils]

Dinner with Wyatt had been nothing sort of wonderful. They’d gone to this place that normally took months to reserve a seat for. Only Wilee paid the guy at the door off and got them in right away. The food was to die for and the conversation easy. Not to mention, Wyatt’s hair cut was perfect. He hadn’t taken too much off, thankfully, but it did frame his face better and was slightly less wild. Though, his curls were hard to tame. Wilee was so in love with every little twisted end of that hair. He wanted to just sit down and run his fingers through it over and over again. Of course, in the back of his mind he knew that Marzia was going to be at there place when they got back home. So he did hurry them along. Not to quickly but he was pretty sure that Wyatt knew something was up. Wilee wasn’t cracking. He wanted to. They had talked about how much they missed her and Wilee almost gave the surprise away but he’d managed to bite his tongue. 

Walking into there building once more, Wilee was grinning like a cat who finally ate the family bird. “I got you something.” He finally admitted as they walked up to the second floor. His eyes were on Wyatt as they moved towards there room. He pulled out the key and tossed it to Wyatt before stepping out of the way. “Go a head. Try not to have a heart attack.” He smiled and stood back. Of course he was bouncing on the spot a bit. Wilee wanted to see Marzia so badly he felt like he could have crawled out of his own skin if it meant getting to her faster. But he wanted to see there faces too. When they first saw each other. They deserved that moment and Wilee wanted them to have it.

@wcterfclls @dhfwrites

[hxndsome-devils]

Flashback: LowLife - M&W

To many people where home at Wyatt’s place and he’d already broken into his old place to get whatever money he could find laying around. It wasn’t enough. Wilee was in the middle of what a lot of people called the bing. He’d done it before. Vanished for a week so he could keep himself high without anyone trying to stop him. He’d crawl back after he ran out of money or the Crystal just stopped working for him. In this case he was out of money and desperate to keep the high he was on going. Crashing now sounded like a fucking nightmare. He knew damn well that if he got caught at Wyatt’s place they’d make him go back to rehab and that was just about the only thing Wilee could think about that was worse than crashing. 

He’d broken in through there sliding back door. He was pretty sure that none of Marzia’s siblings were home and her only parents wasn’t exactly capable enough to fight him off. As for Marzia? Wilee just hoped she wasn’t home. He didn’t actually know were her family kept there money but he was more then willing to look around. Besides, he was still riding pretty fucking high. He felt far smarter than he was, like he could do anything, solve any problem. He could find money. Wilee was careful to step around the house,  he was careful to check every cupboard in the kitchen when he was suddenly hit with a wave of feeling too hot. Pulling off his jacket, he tossed it away. He didn’t think. The jacket caught a lamp in the living room right off the kitchen and knocked it off the side table with a crash. He didn’t move just watched it fall and went back to looking. He found a few bucks in a cookie jar and some weed he could probably sell for a hit. Nothing big. There had to be something big.

Thinking. He never really did it clearly anymore. Often it felt like his brain was moving faster than his body could keep up with or the other way around. He didn’t know when he grabbed left overs out of the fridge. He just knew he was eating while he looked. Wilee didn’t look good. His cheeks were hollow, eyes wide and hair stringy. He was thin. Thiner than he should have been. Days without eating and only smoking would do that to a guy. His body was battered by the street. Last time his mother saw him she barely recognized him. With his back turned to most of the house, Wilee didn’t notice when someone else came into the picture. He was too busy searching through a junk drawer to notice. 

@dhfwrites

[hxndsome-devils]

Rubbing his hands together, Wilee sat behind Wyatt and edged himself a bit closer to his back end. His hand slide down his boyfriends back and he gripped one of his ass cheeks. Leaning down he bite Wyatt lightly and smiled up at him. “Okay, rules are as follows for today.” Wilee started as he put some lube in his hand and then rubbed up the plug he’d picked out for Wyatt today. Didn’t often do this with each other but when they did, Wilee got really into it. “No taking this bad boy out, expect for, you know, bathroom stuff.” Wilee waved a hand. “Rule two, if you pussy out and take it out you better tell me. I need a text at the very least.” Wilee pressed the tip of it against Wyatt’s entrance. “Three if you can’t deal with just being filled, and have to come, you ask. Text me call me. Whatever. But you don’t get to do it unless Wilee says so.” He told him before holding his hip in one hand and pushing the the plug into Wyatt carefully. He adjusted its spot a bit and then sat back. 

Looking over his work, Wilee sighed and scooted off there bed. They’d paid off the guy who assigned dorm room partners and got a room to themselves they’d pushed there two beds together the first day on campus. “Stay still.” he told Wyatt before jumping off the bed. He grabbed his phone off the table and snapped a few pictures of Wyatt before tossing some boxers and a pair of pants at him. “Okay, lets go. We have a Music history lecture first and then Music Theory after.” Wilee told him before grabbed a shirt of his own to wear. Somedays they had all the same classes and some days Wilee had English. He had waited for today because they had a good deal of classes together and very much wanted to be next to Wyatt when he showed off just what this thing could do.

@wcterfclls