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
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Chapter Two
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Andre didn't show up again that day or for several days afterward. E.J. and Will were both getting nervous because they were worried about their spouses and children and the silence really wasn't doing their peace of mind any favors. Finally, on the twelfth day after Andre's visit, a home pregnancy test was included in the bag with their food, which was also more substantial than it had been previously since there were two sandwiches and two snack size bags of chips in the bag.
E.J. looked at the test for a moment, before he said, "Well, I guess there's no time like the present." Shaking his head, he added, "Never thought I'd ever have to take one of these."
"You and every other man in the world, myself included."
Heading over to the toilet, E.J. asked, "Uh, William, I hate to even to ask this, but could you hold up the back of my pants?"
Realizing that E.J. wouldn't be able to hold his pants up like he usually did, since he'd have one hand on his cock and the other on the test, Will nodded and stood up. Grabbing the back of E.J.'s pants, Will then turned and averted his eyes to give the man as much privacy as it was possible to give when you were standing that close to one another.
"Thank you," E.J. said a few moments later as the toilet flushed.
Letting go of E.J.'s pants, Will made his way back over to his cot. "Can I just say that I absolutely hate the fact that I'm getting used to shuffling around with my ankles chained together?"
"I know what you mean. It's definitely something that I wish I wasn't good at."
"Yeah. Well, nothing we can do about it, I guess. Let's just eat and then I guess we can check the test."
"Sounds good. It says wait three to five minutes, but it'll probably take us longer than that to eat."
Will nodded. "As much as I really don't really want a kid with you, because I know it's going to hurt my mom, I almost hope that you are pregnant, if only so that we don't have to have sex again."
E.J. nodded but otherwise remained silent as he bit into his sandwich. Will's stomach rumbled so rather than speak, he bit into his sandwich. The next few minutes, nothing was said, as both men just ate their food.
After he finished half of his sandwich, Will said, "You know, if this test is negative, Andre will probably be back, demanding that we have sex again."
"You're probably right," E.J. said. "And there's a strong possibility that it will be negative, considering it hasn't even been two weeks yet. Sami has taken a few of them over the years, so I know from experience that you're usually supposed to wait at least two weeks or more after unprotected sex for the urine test. False negatives are more likely if they're taken earlier than that."
"Great," Will said, the sarcasm clear in his tone.
Once they were both finished eating E.J. stood and made his way over to the toilet, where he'd set the test on top of the toilet tank. Taking the test with him, he moved back over to his cot and consulted the box for a second, before flipping the stick over and looking at it.
"So?"
E.J. shook his head. "It's negative."
The next day, there was another pregnancy test included with their food, along with a note.
I know you two haven't had sex since the day of my last visit. I suggest you remedy that and start doing it once a day, every day until there's a positive pregnancy test or I promise you something worse will happen. -Andre
Along with the note was a picture of Sonny, with a swollen and blackened right eye, a splint on his nose, and his left wrist in a sling and cast.
"Damn it!" Will said, as he looked at the picture.
"William, what's wrong?" E.J. asked as he hadn't seen the picture yet.
"This is what's wrong," Will answered, as he handed the note and picture over to E.J. who read it and then winced at the picture.
William growled, and then sighed resignedly, as he said, "Roll over."
"What?"
"You heard me," Will said. "I'm not going to risk Sonny getting hurt again or God forbid killed. We're going to get out of here at some point and I want my husband to be alive and well when we do."
E.J. sighed. "Fine, let's get this over with," as he laid down on his cot and then rolled over onto his stomach, before lowering his pants and underwear again.
Will was silent this time, as he came over and prepared E.J. with one hand, and fondled himself with the other, as he thought about Sonny. There was a time, when he was still in high school that he'd had a crush on E.J. and thus had more than a few fantasies about him, but those days were long passed and his stepfather did nothing for him now. Walking in on his mom and E.J. having grief sex in the DiMera living room when they'd thought Johnny was dead may or may not have had something to do with the death of that particular crush. Anyway, he was all about Sonny and Sonny only now, so the only way that he could get it up was to think about him.
He just hoped that if he ever got out of this cell and back to his husband, that Sonny would be able to forgive him for the cheating if he knew that he'd only thought of Sonny while doing it. Of course, he also hoped that the looming threat that if he didn't do it that Sonny, Ari, Johnny, Allie, Sydney, or his Mom would be killed would get him some leniency.
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It was nearly three weeks later that Andre finally showed again. Will had been right in that there was a second pregnancy test delivered with their food the morning after the first one. Like the first it was negative, so Will and E.J. did it a third time. And they kept doing it once a day every day until the day before Andre's visit, in which the test came up positive.
"Well, gentlemen," Andre said. "I hear congratulations are in order."
"Home pregnancy tests aren't always reliable," Will pointed out.
"Oh I realize that, William," Andre said. "I had the guards draw blood from Elvis during your last grooming, however, and the results came back this morning. There's no question about it." He paused, before he turned and grinned at E.J. "You're pregnant, Elvis."
"So, you got what you wanted then," E.J. said, his voice carefully neutral and giving away nothing about how he felt about this turn of events.
"Indeed, I did."
"So, could you talk to the guards about giving us more food?" Will asked. "If E.J. is eating for two now, he should eat more. You wouldn't want to risk your plan to get back at my mother failing because E.J. and the baby weren't getting enough food during the pregnancy."
Andre was silent for a moment, before he nodded and said, "True, it doesn't do me any good if that baby dies before Samantha even knows that it exists." He paused, and then said, "Anyway, since dear Samantha is in for a betrayal of epic proportions and because I'm happy about the millions that DiMera stands to make on this new drug cocktail, I'll be nice and tell the guards to start giving you three square meals a day. Just don't make me regret my kindness… because that wouldn't be good for those you love."
Andre didn't give either man a chance to say anything, as he simply turned on his heel and walked down the corridor outside the wall of bars and out of sight.
"Well, at least we don't have to have sex anymore."
"Yeah."
Will looked at E.J. "Try to sound a little more enthusiastic about that, will you?"
"Trust me, William, I'm very happy about our little affair coming to an end," E.J. said. "The result, however? Not so much."
Will sighed. "Yeah, I hear you. It looks like we're both going to be fathers again. And my Mom is going to be the grandmother of Johnny's and Sydney's niece or nephew. That's not going to go over well."
"That's the understatement of the century, William."
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The following day, Will and E.J. were shocked when instead of a paper bag being thrown through the bars by an unseen person, a pair of guards, one brunet and one blond, walked into the hallway outside the cell, each carrying a tray.
"Your breakfast is here, gentleman," the brunet said, as he slid his tray through the food slot in the bars.
E.J. got up and approached first, taking the first tray, at which point the second guard slid a second tray through which Will took. Removing the covers from the plates, both prisoners could see that it was hands down the best breakfast they'd had in over a year: scrambled eggs, toast, bacon and sausage. There was also a glass of orange juice and a bowl of chopped fruit.
As both men sat down and balanced the trays on their laps, Will looked up and noticed that the two guards were standing watch in the hallway, their guns trained on Will and E.J.
"No funny business," the blond guard said. "Eat your food and don't even think about trying to hide any of the utensils to use as weapons. You won't enjoy the result if you do."
Eating quietly and trying to ignore the guards pointing guns at them, Will and E.J. both greatly enjoyed the most filling meal they'd had in over a year. While he ate William tried for a few seconds to place the guards' voices, hoping it would give him some clue as to where they might be being held, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case. One of the guards had a slight English accent, but then E.J. had one too and he lived in Salem, so that didn't really help.
They both ate as much as they could, as unfortunately their appetites had shrunk after over a year of meager servings. Eating slightly more than they felt they could eat, hoping that they could get their stomachs used to larger servings again, they gave the trays back to the guards. The guards took all the utensils, but allowed them to keep the leftover bacon, sausage, toast, and fruit to eat with their fingers, should they get hungry again before their next meal came. Having something to snack on, in addition to something to drink other than water was a refreshing change.
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Over the few weeks, Will and E.J. began to regain some of the weight they'd lost and they were also beginning to feel some of their strength coming back. Obviously they dreamed of escape every time they closed their eyes, but that's all it was: a dream. They'd both given up months ago of being able to escape, because there was nothing anywhere in the cell that could be used as a lock pick in order to get out of the chains around their ankles, let alone the lock on the cell door. So, until somebody let them out, they were stuck.
Other than sleeping, they both did push-ups and sit-ups, one at a time, as there wasn't enough floor space for both of them to do it at the same time. Before when they'd barely been eating, they hadn't done much in the way of exercise, as they simply didn't have the energy, but a few weeks of larger portions was helping.
Weeks turned into months and Andre never returned. The sleeping gas was no longer used, possibly out of concern for the health of the babies that E.J. was carrying. For that was another development which had caught both men by surprise: E.J. was carrying triplets, two boys and a girl.
Needless to say that as the months past, E.J. was getting bigger and bigger as it became obvious to anybody with functioning eyes that he was pregnant. Of course, only Will and the guards ever saw him. As time went on, E.J. had to stop the exercising he'd been doing, as once his pregnancy began showing in earnest, he couldn't do them anymore.
One other change that happened once E.J.'s pregnancy became obvious was that neither of them had their ankles chained anymore. This was something that E.J. was thankful for when his ankles started swelling. They were still chained, however, it's just that now there was a manacle placed around one of their wrists.
Finally, just before sunset in the last week of E.J.'s eighth month of pregnancy, they finally had a visitor that wasn't one of the guards.
It wasn't Andre, either, however.
No, it was Stefano DiMera.
E.J. was napping when his father arrived, with his pregnant stomach facing the wall and thus it wasn't immediately visible to Stefano.
"Stefano," Will said. "How nice of you to finally make an appearance."
"Hello William," Stefano said. "Enjoying captivity?"
"Not really, no. I'd much rather be with my family."
"Ah yes, the Hortons and the Bradys. They've had quite the interesting few months."
"After you had me killed you mean?"
"I didn't have you killed, William," Stefano answered. "My plan was only to kidnap you and replace you with a pawn. Somebody who could feed me inside information about both families. Unfortunately, Ben Weston had to go and kill him."
"You mean Ben was the Necktie Killer?"
"Yes, William, he was. He was trying to frame my son Chad for the murders, as I guess he snapped and lost all control of his sanity when Abigail cheated on him with Chad. So he attempted and failed to kill Marlena, and did kill two women, Serena Mason and Paige Larsen, and you. Or I suppose I should say that he killed Kris Chandler… the homeless man who I replaced you with."
"Where did you even find someone who looked like me?"
"Oh I didn't, William," Stefano said with a shake of his head. "No, Kris didn't really look like you at all. He was the same height and build and he had the same hair and eye color, but that's it. His face would never have fooled your family, but that wasn't anything that extensive plastic surgery couldn't fix."
"Even with my face, I don't see how my family could have been fooled."
"Oh come now, William. You know what I'm capable of. Remember the microchips I had implanted in John Black and your Aunt Hope? The ones that turned them into my Pawn and Princess Gina von Amburg? I had a similar, much more advanced chip implanted in Kris's brain. Completely undetectable to any brain scan. The only way you'd find it is if you cut his head open and you knew the exact spot to look for it. Anyway, with the chip implanted and activated, Kris Chandler ceased to exist. He became William Horton, with all of his feelings, memories, and abilities. Of course, he was also under my complete control."
Stefano paused. "I suppose perhaps it wasn't a perfect copy of all of your memories. There might have been a few details that slipped through the cracks, things that only you and Jackson knew. But, I wasn't really concerned about that. He's a Kiriakis after all and Victor has crossed me in the past, so any hurt done to Victor's grandnephew was just an added bonus."
Will wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he said nothing. Since William wasn't talking and E.J. was still asleep, Stefano smiled and said, "Speaking of your Aunt Hope, I do hope that she's enjoying prison."
"You kidnapped my aunt too?"
Stefano chuckled. "Oh, no, William, my dear boy, I didn't kidnap her. No she's a guest of the state penitentiary. It's where they tend to send convicted murderers."
"Aunt Hope would never kill anyone."
"Ah, but you see, William, that's where you're wrong. For you see, she did kill someone."
"Who?"
Stefano chuckled again. "Why me, of course. Although I admit that I goaded her into it. Let her believe that I was responsible for your Uncle Bo's death, when in reality I had nothing to do with it."
"Uncle Bo is dead?"
"Happily, yes, he is. He too was kidnapped and held hostage for a few years. It's why he was gone so long. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't getting very good medical treatment and he developed a brain tumor that went undetected too long. By the time he got back to Salem, it was too late and he died in Hope's arms only days after he returned."
"You're happy about that I'm sure."
"Of course, I am, William. The Bradys and the DiMeras have been feuding for generations. It's nothing new. Anyway, as I said, I had nothing to do with Bo's kidnapping, although I didn't let Hope know that. I developed colon cancer and it was inoperable, so, I figured if I was going to die, I may as well goad Hope into killing me so that she'd end up in prison for my murder. Meanwhile, my Phoenix Serum brought me back, with a clean bill of health, and I will soon be disappearing to somewhere on the globe under one of my many aliases."
"You're sick," William said. Before Stefano could respond, however, he asked, "So what about me and your son? Are you going to keep us locked up here? Let your grandchildren be born in a prison cell?"
Stefano raised an eyebrow at that. "Grandchildren? What on Earth are you talking about, William?"
"Didn't Andre tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"DiMera Enterprises developed a male pregnancy drug," William said. "He forced E.J. to be the guinea pig to test it. I'm sure I don't need to draw you a picture to elaborate on my role."
Stefano just stared blankly at William for a moment, before he started laughing loudly. "You really had me going there for a moment, William. No wonder you decided to become a writer. You have a very active imagination."
"He's not joking, Father," E.J. said. He'd been awake for a couple of minutes now, but hadn't let on, as he listened to Will's conversation with his father. Now, however, he rolled over and stood up, as he said, "As you can see, I'm very pregnant."
Stefano's eyes widened as he took in E.J.'s swollen stomach. "No, no, that's impossible."
"Don't believe you own eyes, Father?" E.J. said. "Surely with all that DiMera scientists are capable of you shouldn't think anything is impossible."
"Yes, what's a little male pregnancy, Stefano?" Will asked. "It's not even the strangest thing that's happened in Salem over the years. I could list them but it would take too long. Just a few, however, being you turning John and Hope into The Pawn and Princess Gina, and you implanting an emotional control chip in Vivian Alamain's tooth. Uncle Rex and Aunt Cassie initially being suspected of being aliens from another planet, the whole Salem Stalker and Melaswen Island debacle, and Grandma Marlena being possessed by the Devil. I'd say all of that ranks quite high on the strange scale."
As Stefano was standing close enough to the bars and the babies were kicking, E.J. reached through and grabbed Stefano's hand. Placing it on his stomach, E.J. smirked and said, "Say hello to your grandsons and your granddaughter, Father."
"I knew nothing of this," Stefano said. "Andre and Chad have been running the day to day operations at DiMera as my health was failing. They never told me about a male pregnancy drug and Andre certainly never told me that he tested it on you."
"Nothing like keeping it all in the family is there?" Will asked. "Plus, this'll no doubt hurt my mother when she finds out. As her new grandchildren are her husband's children. Of course, Andre said that was why he did it, as it would be a longer lasting torment then just killing her."
"Yes, you wanted her dead after she stole all your liquid assets," E.J. said. "Andre had other ideas, however. I'm not sure if I should be surprised or not that he didn't tell you."
"No grandchild of mine will be born in a prison cell," Stefano said after several minutes of silence. "But, I'm also not going to let either of you go while I'm still in the building, as I'm not about to risk my escape by allowing the two of you to escape."
"You're actually going to let us go?"
"Yes, William, once I'm on a plane out of the country," Stefano said, before he laughed and said, "Besides, even if I was willing to allow my grandchildren to be born in prison, this is just too good not to let the good people of Salem know about. Those babies are DiMeras, but they're also Bradys and Hortons, and the stepchildren of a Kiriakis… they're related by blood or marriage to almost all of my enemies. Oh that's just too good not to share."
"And you're going to trust that I won't have an abortion the moment I'm free?" E.J. asked.
Shaking his head, Stefano said, "I know you too well, Elvis. You love Johnny and Sydney too much to ever abort your own children. Never mind the fact that you're well beyond twenty weeks and aborting now would be illegal and cruel. I seriously doubt you'd even find a doctor willing to do the procedure and if by some miracle you did, I doubt William would let you. It may be your body, but he's got some say in the matter, since they're his children too."
Not waiting for either man to say anything, Stefano said, "Au Revoir," before he walked down the hallway and out of sight.
"E.J. you wouldn't seriously?"
"No, William," E.J. answered. "I would never abort my own children. I only said that to see what Father would say. And he was right, as much as it galls me to admit that."
"Do you think he'll really let us go?"
"Maybe," E.J. said. "Until we're actually free of these chains and this cell, however, I'm not going to get my hopes up. There's still Andre to contend with, after all, as I'm not sure who the guards are loyal to. Although, I doubt they'd defy a direct order from Stefano DiMera… unless they have death wishes."
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To be continued…
And there's Chapter Two of 'Shocking Returns'. So, next chapter is the return home to Salem and the big reveal of the truth, along with some reactions. This story will diverge from canon, obviously, as I plan on having them come back only a few days before Christmas 2016. Mainly because that'll allow me to fix what I viewed as a grievous oversight in that Sonny's ornament wasn't on the Horton Christmas tree next to Will's and Ari's.
Maggie was once told something to the effect of "once a Horton, always a Horton," even though her husband Mickey had been dead for a few years already. She's since remarried and yet her ornament still gets hung on the tree every year, along with an ornament for new husband Victor. So I see no reason whatsoever that just because Will is dead, that Sonny's ornament shouldn't continue to be hung whether he's there to hang it himself or not.
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