"You're a monster," Paul laughed before licking the beads of sweat from the small of Will's back. "I know we've been doing this for awhile, but that was... Wow. It was definitely wow."

"You have no idea the things I can do," Will replied. He rolled over so that he was on top, Paul pinned underneath him.

"We're verse now?" Paul did his best to arch up against Will's chest, but was firmly held down. He smirked because he wasn't used to someone else having control. It was thrilling.

Will slung his arm around Paul's neck and pulled him close, kissing the back of his shoulder. Then he heard it: someone was trying to open the door. Didn't people in Salem ever knock? Good thing he had it locked.

Except it wasn't locked.

"Paul? WILL?!" Sonny yelled and Paul did his best to break away but Will wouldn't let him.

"Hi," Will greeted, his chin touching Paul's temple. "Paul, do you know my husband? His name is Sonny."

"Husband?" Paul blinked and finally broke away from Will, pulling his blanket with him as he climbed out of the bed. While Paul covered himself, Will put his hands behind his head and lay back in the bed with a wide grin on his face. He made no attempt to hide anything.

"You're cheating on me?" Sonny looked from Will to Paul and it wasn't immediately clear which man he was talking to.

"You sound surprised. I am my mother's son. It was only a matter of time. I just... You aren't man enough for me. Paul here, he definitely is. What they say about Asian men isn't true at all."

Then Sonny looked to Paul, the pain in his eyes so raw that all Paul could feel was guilt. "You..."

"I didn't know he was married, let alone to you. I'm so sorry. If I knew, I wouldn't. I swear."

"You two know each other? Oh, this is delicious. I'm interested in how someone as worldly as Paul would know a stick in the mud like you," Will snorted.

"Put some clothes on. We're leaving. NOW!" Sonny yelled at his husband as Paul did his best to shrink into the wall.

"Or you could join us. I'm up for another round. As you can see." Will looked from Sonny to Paul and Paul felt his insides grow cold. There was no way this was normal. Not even for Salem, where people regularly yelled at each other over coffee.

"I'm going. Screw this. I'll be at OUR home with YOUR daughter. Abigail is babysitting right now."

Will perked up at this. "Oh, do tell Abby I said hello! Now we can compare affairs."

Sonny just stared at his husband, then gave Paul the dirtiest glare and stormed out of the hotel room. He slammed the door behind him hard enough to shake the walls. Will didn't look bothered in the slightest.

"I'm going to go take a shower. You shouldn't be here when I'm done," Paul warned Will, though he wasn't sure exactly what he could do to make the man leave.

"Are you sure you don't want to give me another go first?" Will slid his hand over the empty space next to him in the bed.

"Just be gone," Paul ordered before disappearing into the bathroom.

Days

Hope stared at Nicole. She had her glasses on, but took them off to make sure that she wasn't seeing wrong. "You're wearing a kitten sweater with a leather mini jacket and a top hat?"

"Goodwill had a half-off sale," Nicole snapped. She crossed her legs, her fishnet stockings and polka dot skirt clashing with her eggshell high heels. "Are you the fashion police? Did you really have your goons drag me down here because of how I dress?"

"Officer Jenkins brought you here because Serena Mason was thrown through the glass dome that sits on top of the Horton Square. There was a metal pipe shoved into her brain. We're investigating the angle that it was possibly a homicide."

Nicole uncrossed her legs and looked right into Hope's eyes.

"But what does that have to do with me?"

"Where were you today at 3pm?"

"I was at work. On the air, delivering a report about homeless children eating food from dumpsters. You can call my bosses or watch the report yourself."

"You were delivering a report on starving homeless children?" Hope asked for clarification.

"Yes."

Sighing, Hope put her glasses back on. "Dammit, Nicole, why wouldn't you give those kids a meal and take them to a shelter? They're people, not pawns for you to use to try to win some journalism award."

"Excuse me?" Nicole gasped, pressing her hand to her chest.

"You are disgusting, using those poor children to further your career. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Some people go decades without eating, surviving on nothing more than bottled water and borrowed cigarettes," Hope snapped, slamming the palms of her hands on her desk. "I'm going to check with your station to verify your claim, but I have it on good authority that you and Serena Mason didn't get along. You have the strongest motive in the world to have killed her and your abuse of homeless children does nothing but convince me that you are capable of murder."

"Are you charging me with something or can I go now?" Nicole asked, her face on the verge of bursting into tears. Hope didn't buy it. Nicole was anything but innocent.

"Don't leave town," Hope ordered. She was certain that Nicole was connected to Serena's murder somehow, but she didn't want to say it until after she had looked over the notes from Theresa's interrogation.

Days

Eric sat and let Not Will feed him. He wanted to fight back, to do something to facilitate his escape, but he had no idea how and depriving himself of food and drink wouldn't do him any good.

"Can you feel it, Father?" Not Will asked as it sat on Eric's lap and wrapped his nephew's legs around his midsection. He sat the food down to the side and raised Eric's arms above his head as he chewed his food. Then Not Will started grinding his ass against his groin. "Your nephew, he's quite the little whore. He was already doing such wicked things before I slipped in. And he wants to you do it, too. He wants you to slip in just like I did. And after today, nobody else will want him: nobody but you. We all know it."

"Water," Eric requested after he swallowed his mouthful of food, trying to not think of the words he was hearing. This wasn't Will.

Nodding, Not Will released Eric and held one hand out. The bottle of water flew into his hand, the display of magic shocking Eric. After adjusting his wig, Not Will broke the seal and held the bottle to Eric's lips. As he drank, Eric became aware of water dribbling down his chin and splashing on his chest.

"You're so messy, Father. Let me clean that for you." Not Will pulled the bottle away and screwed the lid back on, then leaned in and lapped the water from his chest. His tongue traced a trail up to Eric's chin, where he finally started to pull away. The thing inhabiting his nephew's body grabbed his head and turned his face. "You don't like it?"

"This isn't right."

"But doesn't it feel good? Don't you like the feel of his warm hands on your skin? Don't you like feeling him embrace you the way only a woman ever has?"

Crying again, Eric looked at the ceiling so he wouldn't have to see his nephew in his mother's wig. It worked until Not Will started to kiss him.

"He can't say it, Father," Not Will breathed against Eric's lips before kissing him again. He reached down with both hands and began to unfasten Eric's belt and the man was not strong enough to fight back. Pushing himself forward, Eric joined in the kiss instead of resisting. Leaving his belt half-undone, Not Will's hands caressed Eric's neck and the side of his face.

"What?" Eric breathed into his nephew's mouth before he was consumed by the fire in his stomach.

Pushing away, Not Will scooted back off of Eric and resumed removing his belt.

"He wants this as much as you do. Will wants you as much as he did that man this afternoon."

"Sonny? His husband? You possessed him and you don't know the name of his husband?" What he was doing hit Eric like a bucket of water, washing away the fog that had been clouding his brain. He was sickened by his actions.

"Not Sonny," the thing that was not Will answered as it pulled Eric's belt loose and looped it around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. The moment of clarity disappeared and Eric could only focus on the heat spreading throughout his body. "Another. He was my key in, this man. It was Will's guilt about him that let me take over. I should thank him, too."

"Thank him?" Eric could barely understand what he was saying. All knew was that Will's lips had shut him back up and the hands were unfastening his pants and unzipping his fly. He used the chains binding his arms to the wall to raise himself off the floor just enough for his jeans to be pulled down to his knees.

"Thank me." Hot breath left was replaced by cold air until Eric felt Will kissing his neck again. He moaned, a wordless cry of lust rising from deep within his spirit. Will's lips traced their way down to Eric's nipple, where his teeth and tongue began to play. Eric bit his lips and pulled against the chains because he didn't know what else to do. "THANK ME!"

Not Will leaned back up to kiss Eric. It was inconceivable to the man how he had lived all these years without this sensation: he never wanted to be without it again. The thing in his nephew's body broke off the kiss and began kissing his way down Eric's torso. It stopped at his navel, kissing around it and sticking his tongue in it as Eric grunted and tried to reach to push him the rest of the way down.

"Say it," the thing commanded softly, cutting through everything. The words echoes in his soul.

"Thank. You." Eric gasped as he arched his back and pushed himself against Will's face. Then Will's fingers grasped the waistband of Eric's boxer's and everything went white.

Days

"They both have solid alibis. One of them must have had an accomplice," Hope said to Jenkins as she read Theresa's report for the third time. "Theresa was at the hospital having a screaming match with Abigail Devereaux in the children's ward and Nicole was live on the air. I just don't know who else would hate someone as wonderful as Serena enough to kill her."

"Maybe it was a Dimera," the officer suggested. "I mean, they are the majour crime family of Salem. That one, the Chad character, he's been causing a lot of trouble since he returned to town."

"That is a possibility," Hope said as took off her glasses and looked out her office window. Her cousin Jennifer had called earlier and said she'd be bringing by dinner: Hope had completely forgotten. "You look into that, Jenkins. I have an appointment waiting just outside."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jenkins said with a nod before excusing himself. He opened the door to Hope's office long enough for Jennifer to slip in, then closed it behind him.

"Fried chicken again? You know I don't like chicken," Hope sighed as she opened a drawer on her desk and stashed away the file on Serena's murder.

"Please. You don't like any of the food I bring you," Jennifer chastised Hope with a chuckle. "Here's your bottle of water. The gas station didn't have your brand of cigarettes. Sorry."

"Ugh. I'll have to borrow some from the desk sergeant. She gives me the creeps," Hope complained as she opened her bottle. She stared at the bottle, then opened the drawer and retrieved Theresa's statement. "Jennifer, do you still work at the hospital?"

"Last I checked," Jennifer said with a shrug as she dug out a drumstick. "Why?"

"Can you get me Theresa's personnel file? I know she's friends with that woman that runs the HR department, so she'll never release the information to me."

"Why do you need Theresa's file? What did she do?"

"I can't prove that she did anything. I just have a hunch. Get me that file, Cuz. I have to skip dinner to go talk to Kate Robert or Dimera or whatever she's calling herself now."

Pushing herself away from her desk, Hope stood up and ignored Jennifer as her cousin called after her.