A/N: This is a little tough to read, I know, because it deals with underaged sex and sexual abuse. However, I consider this story very integral to Will's character and it was interesting to see how Don deals with Will's revelations.

You can tell me anything

"You can tell me, if you want," Don said quietly, his fingers running through Will's hair. Will's head lay on Don's stomach and Will was staring up at the ceiling. Will had been quiet all evening, and Don had finally turned off the movie they were watching while laying on the bed. Last night Don had told Will a good chunk of his sexual history and Will must be wondering if he could do the same. Don understood without Will needing to explain that this would be no trophy-studded recitation of sexual partners. Will's history was much darker. But Don also sensed that Will needed to share, needed to reveal it to Don. "You can tell me."

Will made a negative sound.

Softly, Don said, "There is nothing that you can tell me that will make me love you less, only more. Even if you told me you were a mass murderer." Don forced a smile. "I may have to arrest you, but I wouldn't love you less."

Will gave him a weak smile.

"I love you, Will," Don said, running his finger down Will's cheek. "You can tell me anything. But you don't need to if you don't want to. If you want, your life can have started the moment we met."

"Don't I wish," Will whispered. He returned to staring up at the ceiling and began to talk, his voice quiet, controlled. "When I was freshman in high school I used to hang out after cross country practice and watch all the senior boys shower and dress. Then I would go into the toilet and jack off, thinking of their young naked bodies. One day, Gary Manz caught me. I hadn't latched the toilet stall door all the way. I didn't know it, but he watched me jack off and when I turned around he was there, his cock out. He told me that he wanted me to do the same to him, or else he'd tell everyone I was a fag. I took his cock, oh, it felt so good in my hand, and he came in about two seconds. Then he hit me and left."

Don silently stroked Will's cheek.

"The next afternoon," Will continued, "I hoped he'd let me do it again. Instead, he told me to suck his cock. I didn't want to, I was scared, but he threatened me again. So I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it like crazy. It tasted so wonderful. I didn't know what the heck I was doing but Gary seemed to like it and he came in about two seconds again. He hit me and left, but oh, I was hooked. The next day I sucked off Gary and Gary's friend Trent and the next day …" Will closed his eyes. "I would suck anyone with a cock. I got really good at it and started getting this real reputation around the school. Everyone knew I was a fag but I didn't care. I also started getting beaten up a lot, usually by the guy I'd just sucked off. But I wasn't willing to stop, so to defend myself I got more in Aikido, which I'd done off and on since I was a little kid. But Aikido didn't help at all with what happened next."

Will opened his eyes again, stared at the ceiling, and took a deep breath. Don tried to lend him strength by his presence and his touch.

"I was fifteen when I first got fucked. He was a substitute teacher and, God, he was beautiful. All muscular and blond and tan. I had solitary detention for fighting and he fucked me right there, over a desk."

Don's stomach clenched, bile rising into his throat.

"I thought it was great," Will said distantly. "I thought he loved me. I used to go over to his house after school and he'd fuck me and send me home. Then he started inviting his friends over to fuck me and … do other things to me. I didn't mind. It was for him and I was so in love."

Don gritted his teeth, afraid to say anything to break Will's confessions, but sick with anger at the man who Will should have been able to trust but who took advantage of a vulnerable, love-starved kid.

"I graduated high school early, half-way through my senior year. For my graduation present, my mom threw me out. Told me to go be with 'my own kind.'"

Don bit down until his jaw ached.

"I went to him and … he said I was too old for him now, that he had a new boy."

Don felt a tear sliding down his cheek. He noticed that Will didn't give this bastard's name, which was a good thing because Don would then have to hunt him down and kill him.

"He passed me off to another friend who liked things more hardcore." Will turned his eyes at last to Don, but they were unfocused, looking back through the years. "I didn't have anywhere else to go. I was too proud to ask my family for help and I had no money. This new guy taught me how to be a good sub. I tried to keep him happy but he got bored of me too and passed me off to yet another friend. I still have scars from that friend."

Don had stopped stroking Will's cheek because his fingers were shaking too much. He just lay his hand lightly on Will's shoulder and tried to project understanding, instead of the anger and helpless fear that he felt. God, Will …

Will continued, like he couldn't stop now that he'd started. "I went from hand to hand, getting hooked on coke, and ended up with a guy who wanted a Dom so I learned how to do that and found I liked it too. He was the first guy I fucked and I liked that a lot. My drug habit got worse and I needed more than this guy was willing to buy for me, so I found a new supplier – the man who was big in that BDSM club. As long as I did whatever other people wanted in the club and did whatever he wanted in private, he gave me as much coke as I wanted. Which was a lot."

Another man that Don felt a great need to hunt down and kill. He was good at finding people. He could do it.

As if he could hear Don's thoughts, Will's eyes finally focused on Don. He touched Don's cheek and his hand came away wet. "I got out of there, though. Jim, Jim got me out. He was a friend from high school, a guy I ran cross country with but I didn't know was gay. He got me cleaned up, off drugs, and into the EMT training."

Thank you, Jim, Don thought fervently. I wish I had been there …

"Jim and I were together for four years. Four good years. He was … he was the first man who I think ever really cared for me." Will gave a slight shrug. "We fought when I decided I wanted to go into the DEA. We ended up separating because of it.

"Since then, I've had a number of lovers – good, bad, or indifferent. There's been no one I've been with for more than a month or two though." Will took a shuddering breath, his dark eyes wet with unshed tears. "I had come to believe that my … experiences had made it impossible for me to have any other long-term, meaningful relationship. I was just too … broken."

Don pressed his lips together, the tears spilling down his cheeks and dripping off his chin.

Will ran his finger across Don's face. "When I first saw you, I wanted you, but I assumed that even if I could have you, it would be just be another brief thing. I didn't even think I was capable of love."

Don gave him a shaky smile. "Just goes—" He had to clear his throat and start again, "Just goes to show how wrong you can be."

Will stared up at Don, his eyes bleak and frightened, the abused young boy looking through the eyes of the man.

"Will," Don said, "Thank you for telling me. It's all behind you now, though, okay? It's all good."

"All good?" Will asked cautiously.

"All good," Don repeated, trying to put every ounce of conviction he had into his voice. He cleared his throat again and said, "And it's a good thing that you're not a mass murderer so that I don't have to arrest you right now. 'Cause I'm quite comfortable where I am and want to see the rest of this movie."

Will's lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smile. Don pulled Will up so that Will could rest his head on Don's chest and Don could wrap his arms around Will's shoulders.

"I love you, Will," Don said softly.

"Love you too," Will said, his voice suspiciously shaky.

Don turned the movie back on, though he doubted either of them saw any of it, and didn't comment on the quiet sniffling from Will. After a few minutes, the sniffling stopped and Will's breathing evened out. They lay holding each other and letting normality – their new good normality – settle over them again.

That night, Don made love to Will slowly, tenderly, trying with voice and touch and motion to convince Will that he wasn't repulsive, wasn't broken. He was safe now and he was loved.