maddening silence.

❛ let’s run away together, ❜ he whispers. he’s got a bright smile on his face too. he presses his forehead against willy’s, his breathing a bit ragged because of the kiss. ❛ we can be happy and i’ll get a job to support us. ❜

❛ eddie, you c-could go to jail.. ❜ he murmurs back, fingers tightening against the fabric of his shirt. ❛ but....i want to. god, i r-really do. i only need you. ❜ he continues, with a breathy laugh.

eddie is more than satisfied with the reaction he’s given, and he regards wilson with a cold gaze. he shoots a glance to willy before looking back at his boyfriend — now ex. ❛ wilson. i don’t think there’s any way i can put it nicely, but you should get help. if you need to, i’ll be happy to help. ❜ he gestures to willy, wanting him to join him. ❛ come on, let’s get you out of here. ❜ and then he shoots a final glance to wilson. ❛ i don’t associate with criminals, wilson. there’s a use for everyone. he’s just got to find his, but that will come. in time. i think the question is: what’s YOURS? ❜

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willy snaps out of the little daze he was in, looking like a lost puppy really. he shoots up, actually dashing past wilson, his hand slipping into eddie’s. he can’t stand the stare his brother is giving him, causing him to hide his face into his arm.

❛ my use? to get the wealthy out of trouble. this armani suit doesn’t pay itself. ❜ he answers like it’s the obvious answer, turning his head away with a tsk. ❛ you choose a child over an adult. it figures, eddie. ❜

that somehow snaps something in willy, tugging the taller male down by his tie to press his lips firmly against his, squeezing the hand that was in his own.

the kiss, however much it takes him by surprise, is very much welcome. he’s bending over slightly so he can reach the other a little bit better. he’s reciprocating just as much, happy to do so. he doesn’t want it to end yet.

he’s surprised over the fact he’s returning the kiss. it makes the silence in his bedroom blissful, hands ending up grasping the back of his shirt. willy doesn’t want it to end either, somehow pressing himself closer.

eddie falls silent briefly, listening to the pleading of the other male. he’s still on one knee, but he’s calming now that willy’s hands are on his neck. ❛ i can’t see him hurt you again, ❜ he whispers. he cares deeply for willy, doesn’t like what wilson does to him. and he won’t let it. ❛ you call me UNSTABLE? ❜ he retorts, standing and turning to wilson. ❛ my job is just as good as yours. i have a backup, too. i CAN pay for those college bills. you’ve brainwashed him to think he cannot depend on others. ❜ he looks down at willy before stepping away, to stand directly before wilson. ❛ one minute with him and i’m happier than ever. two years with you and i’m still unhappy. ❜ there’s a slight quirk of his lips. ❛ kisses. sex. whatever we had? it’s nothing. i’ve done NOTHING with willy but sit and talk. i’d rather give up a life’s worth of the best sex for fifteen minutes talking to him. ❜

#agentiisms #( v. ; with hell & flowers. )

he looks down at the smashed wildflowers on the floor, just listening, and unsure if he should go out on the only family he has left. it’s probably the main reason he hasn’t. the rest of his family is dead. he only has wilson. but the words, make him feel....proud. for once he’s beaten his older brother in something, and he really shouldn’t be feeling that way. and the guilt rises up his throat.

that, dents his ego. there should be a huge gauging hole where his heart should be because besides the fact they’ve been a thing for the past two years, he fell for the fbi agent. and he’s losing to the worst thing that came into his life when he was seven years old. ❛ wow. and i thought i was the asshole here. take him. go. he’s useless anyway. ❜ he bites back, lips forming into a snarl.

❛ willy, i—- ❜

he wants to say yes, to just confirm his feelings and just get it out of the way. but words don’t come — they can’t come, it seems. so instead, he goes for action. he takes advantage of where his hands are, pulls willy’s face so close their lips are nearly making contact. he wants to, badly.

❛ i....f-forget it--- ❜

his breath hitches as the movement makes him open his eyes, green eyes vulnerable in this light....but when weren’t they? ❛ eddie? ❜ willy asks softly, the simple action causes their lips to touch, and that’s when he’s gone. the smaller male closes the gap that was barely there with a soft exhale.

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❛ you’re not SAFE here. you can’t STAY here, willy! i’m…i’m worried about you. ❜ he pulls back, taking willy’s face in his hands. ❛ you’ve gotta go outside at some point. ❜

❛ please, quiet down! ❜ he whispers, desperation filling his pale features. ❛ if you’re worried, PLEASE understand why i have to just listen. he....he doesn’t think we’re actually something. b-but are we something? one m-minute you’re my best friend, and the next i w-want you to hold my hand and kiss me.. ❜

❛ willy, calm down, take a deep breath. ❜ he’s trying his best, because the panicking will only worsen the situation. ❛ he’ll have to go through me to get to you. ❜ he turns his head to look at wilson. ❛ you seem to forget i have a SON, wilson. ❜ & even though wilson is right, he can’t deny it. ❛ it is very much my business. you know i CAN arrest you for assault and battery, wilson. and i’m invested in siblings, seeing as mine were taken from me. ❛ i’ve got free will, WILSON. you’re going to have to suck it up. you’re not getting to this boy unless i’m out of the way. i can care for him the way you never did, do, or will. he needs me more than you. ❜