Will woke with a groan, his head throbbing with a headache, most likely from the night before's punishment. He stood up on shaky legs, bruises painting his naturally milky skin.

He walked into the bathroom, grimacing at the dull, aching pain from his hips, his eyes landing on a slip of paper that was taped to the mirror.

"Out, don't leave the house or else." The note read. He scowled, that bastard.

Well, he thought, trying to look on the bright side, however slim it was, at least that means I have full reign of the house.

He lifted up his shirt, his eyes scanning across his body, studying the bruises and cuts that were scattered across his body. He looked horrible, the bags under his eyes from sleep loss caused him to look half dead. The marks only added to the illusion.

"Fucking hell..." He murmured, a frown on his face as he gingerly touched his side, where a particularly large, dark blue bruise was forming.

He jumped up, startled when the telephone rang, singalong at someone, some measly person out there wanted to talk to him. He walked over to the phone, wincing with every step he took.

"Yello?" He scowled, already irritated.

"Hey you whelp. Why're you up so early?" All the pain and irritation washed away at the sound of Jack's smooth, Jamaican accent through the phone.

Will just grunted, shifting his weight.

"I don' knaw mate." He replied honestly, running a black-and-blue hand through his greasy brown curls.

"You sure? You sound like you're in pain, luv." Jack said, his worry clearing shining through his words. Will nodded, before realising Jack couldn't see him, so he settled for replying with a simple, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"'Ell, okay luv. Take care, I gotta go pick Gibbs from the police station." A smile grew on Will's face at Jacks laugh, which he responded with his own.

"What's he in for this time?" He asked, sitting down on the bed, scowling at the pain in his backside.

"'Issing in public. The ole eunuch got 'itfaced and tried pissin in an old homeless man's mouth." Will covered his mouth to suppress a giggle, closing his eyes with glee.

"It was hilarious. Anyways, I'll call you again sometime later Kay?" Jack said, before hanging up, leaving Will in silence once again.

He walked down to the kitchen, spotting the toast, snatching it up. He pulled two slices of the bread and placed them in the toaster, leaning against the stove as he waited.

The toaster beeped, signalling the fact that the toast was cooked. He pulled them out, placing in on a plate before opening the fridge, pulling out a jug of orange juice. He slowly pour himself a glass of the juice, enjoying the silence that filled the room.

He ate slowly, savouring the food as it entered his mouth, he didn't know when the next time he'd be graced by food would be.

He walked into the living room with a clouded mind, his hand absentmindedly reaching out to grab a book and an apple from the bowl on the table.

He began reading, his eyes glued to the paper but his mind elsewhere.

Jack, he thought, a small smile creeping onto his pale face. I wish I could be with you...

He jumped when the front door opened, slamming close a second later.

It was James.

"WHAT-" He ripped the book from Will's grasp. "-THE FUCK-" He grabbed the apple and threw it across the room, chunks spraying across the wall. "-DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Will groaned as he felt a sting on his cheek, James had slapped him.

"I was reading and eating an apple, I believe." Will spat, glaring daggers at his boyfriend.

"Don't you use that tone with me." James warned, grabbing Will's wrist tightly. He shoved him to the floor, causing a pained groan to escape Will's chapped lips.

He gasped as James straddled him, pinning him the carpet floor. His eyes locked with James', anger, lust, and hate feeling his light blue orbs.

"J-James..." He whimpered as the other's hand wrapped around his neck. James pulled his head up, only to slam it back down multiple times on the ground, causing a ringing sensation and a rippling pain in his skull. He groaned, closing his eyes in pain, hoping if he acted like he had passed out James would stop.

"Get the fuck up. And strip." James commanded, throwing William to the ground, a pained grunt escaping his lips.

"W-what?" He didn't have time to process what was happening when he was yanked towards the stairs, pushed up them, his head banging against the wall.

"I said STRIP!" James yelled, forcing him onto the bed. Will shuddered, his brown eyes full of fright. Fear of the man standing above him took over his motions.

He looked like a child, cowering in fear on the bed, his brown curls framing his petrified face.

He slowly began to remove his clothing with shaky hands, tears falling onto his pink cheeks.

He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to hide his bare body from James' eager eyes.

"You dirty whore." James whispered in his ear, climbing on top of Will, who turned his head and squeezed his eyes shut, his breath ragged. Will was horrified, unable to move away from the man.

"You want this don't you?" He smirked, dragging his fingernails down Will's chest, leaving flaring red marks upon his milky skin. Will whimpered in response, shaking his head. James chuckled darkly, biting down hard on the young boy's neck, causing Will to cry out, his hips thrusting up in pain.

"P-please stop James...please..." He begged, tears flowing from his eyes as James pulled Turner's legs onto his shoulders, his eyes gazed with lust. He pushed into Will, causing a strangled cry to escape his mouth, a mix between a sob and a moan.

"J-James!" He cried, desperately trying to pulled away. James slapped Will across the face, biting the inside of the younger's thigh, pounding into him hard.

Will sobbed at the flaring pain in his backside, feeling like he was being torn in two. James continued his torture, before spilling his seed into Will, who, when James' pulled out, curled up into a ball and began to sob into his knees.

"You whore, you enjoyed that didn't you?" James mocked, pulling Will's legs down, his fingers wrapping themselves delicately around his penis.

"N-no...p-please...p-please stop..." He cried, his body betraying him as he let out a moan when James began jerking him off, only to stop with a hard punch to his gut. Will felt bile rise in his throat from the force and trauma of the situation.

"I'm going out, and you better be right here when I get back." He warned, standing up. Will nodded weakly, curling into himself.

He heard the door slam shut and he stood, his legs like jelly, and walked towards the phone that was abandoned on the TV stand. He grabbed it with a shaking hand, clicking the one person he could trust with this.

"What's up whelp?" Jack asked, and Will sniffled, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand.

"C-can you c-come pick me u-up?" Will asked quietly, his one arm around his middle. Jack nodded, suddenly concerned.

"Are you okay mate? What's wrong?" Will shook his head and sigh, sniffling again.

"I-I'm fine...just please hurry..."

Will barely had voice left, his abdomen ached, and his head was spinning.

"Okay I'll be there in 'Ike ten 'inutes, just...take care of yourself, will ya?"

Will nodded, ending the call, letting out a sigh. He ran his fingers through his hair, taking in a deep breath.

He hoped to God James didn't come home early.

Jack said he'd be there in ten, well he wasn't.

He was there in 6 minutes.

Will let out a sigh of relief as he heard Jack open the door, silently thanking God that Jack knew where the spare key was.

"Will?" He heard Jack call out. He tried to reply but his voice died out in his throat. He sighed and sat up timidly, waiting for Jack to appear on the landing.

"Will? Thank fuck you're okay." Jack said, walking over to Will swiftly, enveloping him in a tight hug.

Will stiffened, his eyes showing the fear he was feeling. He sighed, shaking his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

No, he thought to himself, returning the hug, this is Jack, he won't hurt me.

Jack sat down in front of him, his hands resting on Will's shaking shoulders.

"Are 'ou okay?" Jack asked in a small voice, watching as Will lowered his gaze to his crossed legs.

"J-J-Jack...H-H-He...J-James...He r-raped me..." Will said, his eyes tearing up, his voice watery. Suddenly Jack stiffened and his grip got tighter on his shoulders.

"Will..." He managed to get out, before standing up, turning away from Will.

This was it, Will thought, wrapped his arms around himself as he shivered, the cold December wind blowing through the window, he's gonna hate you. He thinks you're disgusting and he's gonna hate you for the rest-

"Get up, I'm not 'onna let you stay here any 'onger." Jack said, turning back to Will, pulling him up. He walked over to the closet and began to shove clothes into a gym bag that was laying on the floor, before walking towards the door.

"Will, come on. You're not staying here any longer."

They drove around in the car for awhile, enjoying the peacefulness of the town. Neither had said much, but there wasn't really much TO say.

"Jack...you realise it's getting really late...?" Will asked quietly, really his head on Jack's shoulder. Jack just smiled and moved his free hand to Will's knee as if to say, "I know what I'm doing."

Will's breath hitched at the contact but he swiftly reminded himself that this was Jack, not James.

Not James.

Soon the moon was overhead, stars gleaming in the sky.

"Jack?" Will asked again, his eyes droopy. Jack turned to face him and gave him a grin, just shaking his head.

"You'll see soon." He nodded and wrapped his arms around himself, pulling at the sleeves of the black jumper Jack had given him.

He smiled as he buried his face in the oversized clothing, inhaling the smell of cigarettes, rum, and...strawberries? Will shook the thought off and closed his eyes, letting the roar of the engine lull him to sleep.

"Will, wake up. We're here." Jack said, gently shaking the young lad. Will awoke with a groan, his brown eyes taking a moment to focus before he looked up at Jack with glee.

"The beach?" Will asked in awe, his eyes practically sparkling. Jack nodded and gave a chuckle, taking Will's hand.

"C'mon."

They laid on a towel Jack had had in the trunk for the longest time, Will's head resting on Jack's chest, the sound of Jack's heartbeat comforting.

"So...you told me that he..." Jack gulped, sitting up slightly, propping his back up on fence behind him. He looked at Will, silently asking permission to talk about it. Will sighed heavily, nodding his permission, laying his head on Jack's thigh.

"...Raped you...'ut you didn't tell me...Is this the first time it's happened?" The question felt heavy in the air and Will felt the familiar sting of tears in his eyes. He gave a quiet "nnn", squeezing his eyes shut to prevent tears.

"It isn't...? So...he's...he's done...he's done that before?" Jack gulped, running his finger absentmindedly through Will's brown curls.

"Mhm..." Will hummed, hating the feeling of dread that was slowly building up in his body.

It's Jack, not James.

Not James.

"Will...? Why did you tell me sooner...? I would've...I would've..." Jack trailed off, what WOULD'VE he done?

"I...I don't...I don't know Jack...I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner..." He muttered, rubbing circles on Jack's knee.

"I'm so sorry Will...are you okay...?" Jack laughed humourlessly, shaking his head.

"Why'd I ask...? You're not...you've been abused for Lord's sake..." He muttered, sighing.

"Jack?" Will asked, his voice small. Jack raise his eyebrow and pulled Will up so he was again laying on his chest, his fingers still playing with the curly brown locks.

"Thank you." He whispered, closing his eyes peacefully, his mind at ease for once.

Jack gave a tired smile and sighed.

"You're welcome Will. And I promise you, he'll never lay a finger on you again."

This was Jack, he thought as he fell asleep slowly, listening to Jack's humming and the steady beat of his heart.

Not James.

Edited And Written By- Me