Shocking Returns
By. J.C. Vascardi
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Disclaimer: All characters and places featured in this story that relate to Days of our Lives are the property of Corday Productions and Sony Pictures Television. I'm not profiting on this story and it is not my intent to infringe on anyone's copyright or trademark. The only things about this story that I own are the characters and storylines not featured on the show.
Pairings: Will Horton/Sonny Kiriakis, Sonny Kiriakis/Paul Narita, Will Horton/E.J. DiMera, E.J. DiMera/Sami Brady
Warnings: Slash, Alternate Universe, Step-Incest, Coercion, Language, Mpreg
Summary: Will Horton is kidnapped in LA and held prisoner for over two years. When he finally escapes and returns home to Salem, his family is in for a big shock… and the fact that they all thought he was dead is only half of it.
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Chapter One
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Twenty-two-year-old William Horton—Will to most of his friends and family—had just gotten out of a meeting with a producer in Los Angeles to discuss revisions to the screenplay he was working on. The meeting had unfortunately, not gone well and honestly at this point Will was waiting for the other shoe to drop, as he was pretty sure that his budding career as a screenwriter was going to be over before it even began. Of course, part of the problem was that he missed Sonny and thus his heart really wasn't in anything he'd been trying to write.
After stopping into his favorite café for a coffee and pastry to go, Will hadn't walked more than a few feet out of the café's back door on his way to the nearest Metro station when he felt a hand go over his nose and mouth and a gun dig painfully into his side. He lost consciousness not long after this, due to the chloroformed cloth that his attacker had in their hand. As he was dragged away towards an unmarked, windowless van, his coffee and the bag holding his pastry were left abandoned on the sidewalk.
An indeterminable amount of time later, Will awoke to find himself in a small room that he'd never seen before, but that strongly resembled a jail cell, as one entire wall of the room consisted of bars. His head was pounding as he sat up on the cot he'd been laying on and as he moved he saw the chains around his ankles, the other end of which were bolted securely to the brick wall.
"Ah, William, you're awake."
Will's eyes widened. He knew that voice. But it couldn't be, could it? The owner was dead. Quickly turning around in the direction the voice had come, Will realized that the cot he was on wasn't the only one in the small room, as there was another one pushed against the far wall behind him. And sitting on it was none other than his mother's dead husband, E.J. DiMera.
"E.J.?" Will asked, his voice cracking as he said it. E.J. nodded. "But, you're dead."
"Do I look dead to you, William?"
Will let his eyes wander over E.J.'s body for a moment and while he was looking at bit thinner and a lot dirtier then Will had ever seen him, he definitely appeared to still be alive. Noticing the chains around the taller man's ankles, Will asked, "So, you're a prisoner too?"
E.J. nodded. "Yes."
"Any idea who our captor is?"
"My father, who else?"
"Stefano? Why would he kidnap you? Or me for that matter?"
"I was plotting with Justin Kiriakis to bring him down when I was shot," E.J. answered. "He didn't like that and would probably have done something about it, but Clyde Weston beat him to it."
"Clyde? What does he have to do with it?"
"He bought off my bodyguard," E.J. explained. "Paid him to shoot me. I actually would be dead right now, but Kristen visited me in the morgue and injected me with the Phoenix Serum."
"Phoenix Serum?" Will asked, the confusion evident in his voice as his eyebrows rose into his hairline.
"Yes, Will, how do you think Father has cheated death as many times as he has?" E.J. asked. "Decades ago his scientists developed what has come to be known in the family as the Phoenix Serum, which is capable of restoring the dead to life if it's administered in time."
Seeing that Will looked like he was about to ask something, E.J. held up a hand and said, "And before you ask why it's not marketed to the general public, it's because it's specifically formulated to work only for those of DiMera blood. For anyone else, it'd be like injecting sulfuric acid."
"Wow. So you're really alive? Mom and the kids will be thrilled."
"How is your mother and the children?"
"Well, they think you're dead, so not good. Mom moved all of them to Los Angeles."
"Why there?"
"A film producer wanted to do a movie based on her life, so she jumped at the chance to get the kids out of Salem and away from your father. She also worked out a deal so that the studio would hire me as the screenwriter, so I moved with her and the kids."
"What about Jackson?"
"He's still in Salem," Will said, as he thought about Sonny. "We were having some marital problems. I wanted him to come with me, thought maybe a little time away from Salem and all the drama would be good for us, but he had Club TBD and he was in the process of opening another one, so he stayed in Salem."
"I can't imagine that being over 2,000 miles apart could possibly help your marital issues."
"No, it didn't. We've been talking via Skype and texts, but it's obviously not the same as being in the same room."
"Indeed, I should think not. As for why my father had you kidnapped, I'm not really sure. Although, come to think of it, you did write that one article about Kate and your mother taking over DiMera Enterprises. The one that I seem to recall Kate and me warning you not to write, as there could be consequences, but you did it anyway."
Will opened his mouth as if he was going to dispute what E.J. said, but closed it rather quickly. Sighing, he said, "Yeah, I guess you could be right."
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Days passed and Will was slowly becoming more and more resigned to the fact that he wasn't getting out of this anytime soon. His watch and phone had been taken from him, presumably in the van that brought him to wherever he and E.J. were being held. For his part, E.J. had no clue himself where they actually were. The only way that they had to tell time was a small one foot by one foot square skylight in the ceiling of their cell about twenty feet above their heads. So, they knew that days were passing simply via the sun and moon cycle.
Every second day they were provided with food, which would be tossed through the bars in a brown paper bag. It was never all that much, usually just a muffin or a sandwich, which they shared. E.J. said that the provided portions had been upped a little since Will arrived, but not by much, which explained why E.J. had clearly lost weight. As the days and weeks passed, Will knew that he was losing weight too, as his pants were starting to get looser and looser.
Their captors apparently didn't trust either of them with a belt so whenever one of them stood up to use the toilet in their cell, they both had to hold their pants up. Not that there was much point as being trapped in a small cell together didn't really allow for any privacy. Thus while they both tried to avert their eyes and give each other some modicum of it, they'd both still caught glimpses of the others' naked lower bodies as they'd used the toilet.
The morning after Will arrived an empty plastic water bottle was included with their food. E.J. revealed that he'd been given one too the day after his arrival. There was a small drinking fountain on the wall, next to the toilet, but it was only turned on for about five minutes per day, during which E.J. and Will had to make sure to fill up their bottles and then make their contents last until the next day when they could fill them up again.
At the end of every other week, a sleeping gas would be pumped into their cell to knock them out. When they came too, they always found themselves back in chains in their cell. The only difference being that while they'd been unconscious they'd been bathed, had their faces shaved, and hair trimmed.
Neither Will nor E.J. could really understand why their captors cared if they grew facial hair or their hair grew long, but they weren't going to complain. Partly because there was nobody to complain to, since they were the only people that the other had seen throughout their imprisonment. They also weren't going to complain about being cleaned up, however, even if they wished it was more frequently than every two weeks.
Weeks turned into months and finally one morning a newspaper clipping was delivered with their food. Will unfolded it as he lifted his half of the sandwich to his mouth, but dropped it when he saw the headline. Shaking his head, he said, "Oh my God, no!"
"What is it William? What's wrong?"
"I'm dead!"
"What?"
"Your father must have replaced me with a lookalike, like he did with Rafe that one time," Will explained. "And now that person has been killed. Murdered by a serial killer known as the Necktie Killer."
Taking the article and reading it, E.J. finally said, "I'm sorry, William."
"You know what this means don't you?" Will asked, in a panicked tone. "Everybody already thought you're dead. And now my whole family… Sonny… they think I'm dead. Which means nobody is going to be looking for us. We're going to be stuck in this fucking cell for the rest of our lives!"
"Calm down, William."
"Calm down? How am I supposed to do that, E.J.?" Will asked, as tears started falling from his eyes. "My husband thinks I'm dead! My daughter is going to grow up without her father. I'm never going to see my brother or my sisters again. My mom and dad…"
The sound of chains moving cut Will off as E.J. moved over to Will's cot and grabbed his shoulders, as he said, "You can't lose hope, William. I know it's hard to keep in a place like this, but you just have to hold on to the idea that we will get out of here eventually."
Will took a deep breath and took a sip of water, followed by a few more deep breaths. "You're right. We can't give up. We do that and your father wins."
E.J. nodded. "Precisely. And if I have anything to say about it this is one chess game that the old man is not going to win."
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Roughly two or three weeks later, E.J. and Will were both asleep on their respective cots, when they were startled awake by the sound of something metal hitting the bars of their cell, followed by a voice saying, "Rise and shine, sleepyheads."
Sitting up, Will blinked a couple of times, trying to focus on the man now standing outside the wall of bars. Finally, he asked, "Tony DiMera?"
"Alas, dear, William, wrong DiMera," the man said. "Tony is still dead. I'm Andre."
"What do you want, Andre?" E.J. asked, his tone more than a little hostile.
"Now, Elvis, is that any way to talk to your brother?"
"I think you're confused," E.J. said. "Tony was my brother. You'll just my cousin."
Shaking his head, Andre said, "No, I'm not actually. My mother left me proof that Stefano is actually my father. I confronted him and he confirmed it, so that makes us brothers, Elvis."
"Don't call me that," E.J. said through gritted teeth. "And we're only half-brothers."
"Semantics," Andre said in a dismissive tone. "Anyway, I trust you've been enjoying our father's hospitality."
"You think I enjoy being chained to a wall with nothing to do but sleep?" E.J. asked.
"Well, you can talk to William."
"We've been here for over a year, Andre," Will said. "E.J. and I have pretty much exhausted all possible conversations."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Andre said. His tone clearly indicating that he wasn't. Then he smiled a smile that would probably scare the Devil himself, as he said, "Well, I guess then I'll be kind and give you something else to do." As he said this, he tossed a paper bag through the bars, which landed at Will's feet.
Picking it up and looking inside the bag, Will's eyes widened to the size of saucers as he saw the contents. Shaking his head he said, "Oh hell no."
"What's wrong, William?" Andre asked. "You just said you two were bored of talking, so I'm giving you something else to do."
"I'm married, Andre."
"Yes and your husband thinks you're dead," Andre retorted.
"And E.J. is married to my mother."
"And that dear William is precisely the point."
E.J. had a feeling he'd regret asking this, just based on Will's reaction. "William, what's in the bag?"
Reaching a hand into the bag, William pulled out a bottle of Astroglide and showed it to E.J. whose eyes widened, before he turned to Andre and asked, "You're not seriously suggesting that William and I… have sex?"
Andre laughed. "That's exactly what I'm suggesting, brother dear. You see, your little wife finally got that letter you left with your lawyer. And she's used the access codes you gave her to drain all the DiMera accounts so that we have no liquid assets. Father wants her dead and at first I agreed that would be the best course of action, but then I decided that there are worse things than death."
"What are you going to do? Videotape E.J. and me… I'm not even going to say it… and send it to my mother?"
"Hmm, I hadn't thought of that, although I suppose it's not such a bad idea," Andre said, as he tapped one of his fingers on his chin. After a moment, he said, "Anyway, no, you know how you're put to sleep every other week for grooming?" E.J. and Will nodded. "Well, for the last three months, you've been receiving injections, brother dear."
"What kind of injections?" E.J. asked. "I haven't seen any needle marks."
Andre laughed. "I guess you haven't looked at your butt recently, although I suppose without a mirror that would be rather hard to do. Anyway, the injections are an experimental drug cocktail which one of DiMera Enterprises' science teams developed. You're going to be the guinea pig to test it out Elvis, with William's help of course."
Looking down at the bottle of lubricant in his hand, Will cocked his head for a moment, trying to think what Andre could possibly mean. After a moment, his eyes widened and he asked, "Surely you don't mean?"
Andre laughed again. "Yes, William, I do. The drug we've been injecting E.J. with—assuming it works as intended, of course—is meant to allow a male to get pregnant."
Grinning at E.J.'s horrified expression, Andre said, "DiMera will make a fortune if this drug actually works. I'm sure there will be gay couples lining up in droves when they find out that they can have their own biological children together without a surrogate. And, with a few tweaks to the formula, we may even be able to make it so that straight men can get pregnant by their wives via in vitro. I'm sure I don't need to tell you that there's plenty of women who would love for their husbands to experience pregnancy, if only to see first-hand what they go through."
With a devilish grin, he added, "It's also a great way to punish Sami for stealing our money because it's a much longer lasting torment then death. Because if this works, every time she looks at her new grandchild she'll remember that it's also her husband's child."
"You're a sick and twisted man, Andre," E.J. said.
"What E.J. said, but there's a problem with your plan, Andre," Will said, as he shuddered and added, "There's no way in hell that I'm going to break my marriage vows by having sex with my stepfather."
"Oh William, I think you will," Andre said as he pulled out an iPad and pressed a button, before he turned the screen so that William and E.J. could see it. "Behold a live video feed straight from Paris, France. Oh and look who it is, William? Your dear husband, Jackson Kiriakis, who overcome with grief after your death left Salem in order to manage two Parisian nightclubs for his Granduncle Victor. It would be a shame if something were to happen to him."
Pressing another button, a different video feed came up, this time of the Horton Town Square, as Andre said, "Ah and there's Gabriella with little Arianna." Glancing at E.J., Andre grinned and said, "Oh and don't think I've forgotten about you, brother dear," as a new video feed came up, "I cannot believe that Samantha was actually stupid enough to think that there was anywhere on the planet that father couldn't find her. It'd be such a shame, however, if something were to happen to Samantha or Allie Horton."
Pausing for a second, Andre said, "Of course, Johnny and Sydney aren't necessarily safe either."
"Father would never allow his grandchildren to be hurt!" E.J. exclaimed.
"Are you so sure about that, Elvis?" Andre said. "If this drug works then it won't matter if Johnny and Sydney live, because father will have another grandchild on the way. Besides, our brother Chad has already provided father with a new grandson, Thomas, with your former lover, Abigail."
Putting the video of Sonny back on the screen, Andre said, "So I suggest the two of you get busy, unless of course you'd rather watch Jackson die live on camera, William?" At these words a red laser sight appeared on Sonny's forehead, showing that not only did Andre have someone in Paris taping him, but that he had a sniper ready to take him out.
Shaking his head, Will said, "No, please, no don't!"
"You know what you have to do to preserve his life," Andre said. "Now, I'll give you two some privacy, but I suggest that you get to it, because the sleeping gas will be turned on in exactly two hours from now. And if a medical examination of Elvis shows that he hasn't been penetrated, your precious Sonny dies."
Andre laughed as he walked away, leaving E.J. and Will alone in their cell once again.
Will took a deep breath, followed by a sip of water to try and calm down, before he put his hand down the front of his pants as he began fondling himself and thinking of Sonny so that he'd get hard. Turning to E.J. he said, "I really don't want to do this, E.J., but there's no way I'm going to allow your evil, psychotic brother to kill my husband."
"He could be bluffing."
"Forgive me if that's a chance I'm not willing to take." After a moment he said, "If the roles were reversed and he was telling you that you had to fuck me or he'd make you watch my mom die, what would you do?"
E.J. sighed. "Probably the same thing you're preparing to do." Shaking his head, he added, "Can't say I ever expected to be in this position again."
"This position?" Will asked. "Are you trying to say that you've been with a man before?"
E.J. nodded. "I may have fooled around a bit with one of my male friends in boarding school, so, I'm not a virgin in any respect of the word. I enjoyed it, but I greatly prefer women, so I never expected that I'd be bottoming for a man ever again, let alone for my gay stepson."
Nothing more was said for a couple minutes, until E.J. saw a visible tent in the front of Will's pants and sighed. "So, I can't believe I'm asking this: how do you want me?"
Will sighed. "I think doggy style would be best. No offense, but I'd rather not look at your face while doing this." After a second's pause, he added, "And if I should say Sonny's name during this…"
"I understand," E.J. said as he turned over onto his stomach and lifted his midsection up so that he could push his pants and underwear down.
As Will moved over to E.J.'s cot and kneeled between his legs, he said, "Oh God, Sonny, Mom, please forgive me," before he applied lubricant to his fingers and began preparing E.J.
"William," E.J. said a few minutes later.
"Yes?"
"That should be enough," E.J. replied. After a moment, he asked, "Was Andre telling the truth?"
Figuring out what E.J. meant easily enough, Will said, "Yes, there's at least half a dozen visible needle marks."
E.J. closed his eyes and said, "All right then, well, let's do this and get it over with."
Will nodded. "Yeah, here's hoping that we don't have to do this again."
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To be continued…
So there's Chapter One of 'Shocking Returns'. A new fic is the absolute last thing I needed to be working on, but when I read the news that Chandler Massey was returning to Days of Our Lives, I felt compelled to write this fic. This probably won't be a long story, as I'm going to try to wrap it up in five chapters or less. Ten at the absolute most.
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