Authors Note: Okay bear with me…this one's about Will and Sonny's relationship, while Will is working for the mayor and what happens to them when his job puts Will in danger. For the sake of the story, let's pretend that the timeline doesn't matter, Will came out a long time ago, they've been together for a while, and while we're at it…they live together too-in Will's luxury apartment. So just for giggles, Will still has his job with EJ (who is still the mayor.) It's present day, they've just been dating longer than a couple months maybe closer to a year…okay I think that's it. This is a long one…so yeah. Let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own Days of Our Lives, or Will and Sonny, or any other characters that are used.
Enjoy!
Worrisome
It was nearly ten o' clock when Will finally got home, and he was exhausted. EJ had him running around like mad lately, it seemed like the mayor's bidding was never done. All he wanted to do was curl up next to his boyfriend and let sleep take him. He knew Sonny would be up, Sonny always waited up for him, and his reason was always the same, 'I can't sleep when you're not here, I can't sleep without you next to me.' Will loved hearing Sonny say that, it made his heart swell with love, but he also knew that wasn't the only reason. Will was well aware how nervous it made Sonny that the reason he got home late was because of the Mayor. He knew Sonny didn't like that he was always doing EJ's dirty work, he knew Sonny hated how much danger he was in on a daily basis. Sonny would never say it, but Will knows him too well to not be aware that Sonny hated his involvement in such risky business. But wasn't it worth it, the pay was amazing, and it got them this awesome penthouse apartment, that overlooked the river. Working for EJ had more than paid for itself, but Sonny still didn't seem thrilled about the situation.
Will understood Sonny's concerns; he really did, because EJ was by no means the safest employer, and most days his job was more on the shady side, so Sonny did have every reason to be worried but Will still didn't want him to be. Will knows how to handle EJ, he has him all figured out, EJ couldn't touch Will even if he tried, this did little to calm Sonny though. Will knew the real reason why Sonny waited up every night; he wanted to make sure Will was still in one piece—He would scan Will's body for injuries, as he got undressed, and would eye him warily even if he didn't find any outright damage, his anxiety plastered all over his face as Will crawled into bed. He wouldn't stop being careful and guarded until Will put his worries to rest with a desperate, loving kiss, smoothing out the worried lines of his face with strong, gentle fingers, as they whispered breathy 'I love you's' and 'I missed you's' against parted lips. Will didn't like how his job with EJ concerned Sonny, he didn't like what it did to them as a couple, but the benefits of this job were worth it. This job gave him the ability to give Sonny whatever his heart desired, he would never want for anything as long as he worked for EJ. Any hell he was put through was more than worth it, if he could give Sonny everything and anything his beautiful heart desired—he would give Sonny the world if he could, if it would make up for all the emotional stress he has put them through.
Unbeknownst to Will, all Sonny really wanted was to know his baby was okay, to know he wasn't in some life or death situation because of EJ, to know he would come home tonight in one beautiful piece—to know that he would come home at all. Sonny hated that Will worked for EJ, but he would never ask Will to quit, because he saw how important this job made Will feel, how much he enjoyed working with the Mayor. He would never ask Will to give that up just for him, that's not what you do in a relationship. You make sacrifices, and it was a sacrifice Sonny was more than willing to make. If it meant Will smiled a little more he would gladly give in, he would do anything for Will, including this.
Will dropped his keys on the table inside the door, shutting it quietly behind him, as he shrugged off his coat, and kicked off his shoes before making his way into the apartment.
"Sonny, babe…" That was weird normally he was right there the second the door opened. Before Will could wonder where Sonny was hiding, he came running out from the bedroom, a smile threatened to split his face, as he made his way over to Will.
"You're home!" Sonny exclaimed as he slammed into Will, nearly knocking them over. "Miss me?" Will questioned, even though he knew the answer, laughing at Sonny's excitement, as he pulled him into a warm hug.
"Mmhmm. So. Much." Sonny breathed against Will's lips, pulling him close as he wrapped his arms around Will's neck, kissing him desperately. Sonny hummed into the kiss as Will wrapped his arms tighter around his waist dragging him closer, picking him up off the floor, smiling into the kiss when Sonny wrapped his legs quickly around Will's waist, locking his ankles behind his back. Will walked them to the couch, never breaking the kiss that was making his head swim.
"Good day at work?" Sonny mumbled into Will's mouth.
"Mmm…" Will hummed, as his legs hit the couch, laying Sonny down gently, pushing him back, as he took off his shirt, and climbed on top of his boyfriend, so he was straddling his hips.
"That's not an answer." Sonny chided playfully, as he tried to sit up, only to be pushed back down. "I don't want to talk about work." Will responded as he latched onto Sonny's neck. He really didn't want to talk about work, but of course Sonny wasn't having it.
"So it wasn't good?"
"Shh…" Will tried to silence Sonny with a heated kiss, when that didn't work he reached for the hem of Sonny's shirt, only to have his hand grabbed mid-motion.
"Will—did something happen?"
Will huffed out an annoyed breath, then heaved a dramatic sigh, sitting back and collapsing onto the couch next to Sonny. Sonny sat up now, eyes studying Will's expression, as he grabbed Will's hand in his, sitting so his chest was pressed against Will's side.
"Will…baby, what happened?"
"Nothing happened-why do you think something happened?" Will asked tiredly, avoiding Sonny's eyes, but not pulling his hand away; he enjoyed the warmth and comfort it brought him.
"Something happened; it's written all over your face."
"Ughh…Sonny just drop it okay, it's nothing"
"Aha, so something did happen!"
"It's not important…please…just… just let it go." Will pleaded, finally looking at Sonny's wide, worried eyes.
"Will," Sonny breathed, leaning in close so his nose was nuzzling Will's cheek, Will leaning into Sonny, his defenses crumbling as they always did around this man. "Please don't shut me out…I'm here, talk to me, please Will…I love you," Sonny whispered as he kissed down Will's jaw.
"Sonny," he whined breathlessly, "I…uhm" Will's breathed hitched as Sonny sucked the top of his jaw, licking slowly behind his ear. "I thought you w-wanted me to talk about work….mmm, you're kind of being a bit…counterproductive…oh d-don't stop…baby please don't stop." Will moaned, as Sonny chuckled against his skin, tongue licking long slow lines up and down his neck, sucking at his soft skin while teasing Will's nipples with his fingers.
"Do you want me to make you feel better," Sonny asked as he sucked Will's pulse, one of his most sensitive spots, "I can make it all better," Will moaned lowly at that, imagining all the things Sonny could do to make it better. "I can ease you mind with my touch," Sonny says, hands skirting down Will's chest, squeezing at his sides, "I can cleanse your worries with my mouth," as he took one of Will's hands licking down his middle finger over the palm of his hand, over his wrist and up the underside of his arm, stopping and sucking vehemently at the muscles of Will's toned bicep, causing Will's breath to catch and a small groan to escape his lips, eye-lids drooping lazily, head falling back slightly. "I can relax your tense muscles with my body, forcing away the tension as I work you just the way you…like," Sonny whispered in Will's ear seductively, drawing out the last word, it dripping from his lips like honey, as he threw a leg over Will's lap, straddling his boyfriends hips, fingers dragging down Will's arms, chocolate eyes staring deeply into ocean blue ones before giving a slow roll of his hips. Will threw his head back moaning loudly at the positively thrilling friction he would never tire of, fingers clutching desperately for purchase at Sonny's back. "I can kiss away your stress," Sonny said dropping a kiss to Will's parted lips, eating up the whimper that escaped Will's mouth as a result of the perfect melding a soft lips, hot and delicious, but still not enough, never enough. Will whined, chasing Sonny when he pulled away, not at all ready to stop, needing Sonny desperately, needing him so bad it was almost embarrassing-almost.
"Do you want that baby?" Sonny questioned lowly against Will's cheek, hands coming up to rest at Will's neck, thumbs rubbing lightly against his skin. "You want me to make it all better, make you feel good…because I can, and I will—I'll make it all better, for you baby, I'll make it so much better." Sonny finished with a warm open-mouthed kiss to the corner to Will's mouth, before pulling back, eyes studying, hands wandering, waiting for Will's response, torturing him even further. Will could hardly breathe, his head was swimming in a wonderful haze of lust, his dick was painfully hard, and his jeans weren't helping in the slightest. He thought he might pass out, he knew his blood wasn't flowing properly considering it all seemed to be focused on his nether regions.
"Yes, Sonny, God yes I want that…please I want that so bad!" Will panted as he focused back on his boyfriend hovering over him, smirked dangerously down at him.
"Where should I start?" Sonny darkly wondered, wiggling his hips enticingly, his tone thick with lust and passion, his hands slowly dragging from Will's neck down his chest, fingers brushing over quivering ab muscles before stopping just above Will's jeans, teasing over the button making Will's eyes dilate further.
"You're such a…tease" Will huffed breathlessly, failing miserably at trying to sound annoyed, tongue coming out to lick his lips, as he watched Sonny's eyes hungrily devour his body, wishing that Sonny would hurry the hell up—he was driving him insane.
Sonny chuckled lightly, leaning in closer as he snapped the button of the jeans, warm breath ghosting over faces, mingling with one another's. He pulled the zipper down ever so slowly; making Will bite his bottom lip in anticipation, pulling his hand away after the zipper was down all the way. This did nothing however to ease Will's discomfort, he needed to be touched, needed to be satisfied, and Sonny was not nearly fulfilling his needs, he wanted all of Sonny but the other was clearly not aware of this. Sonny was the biggest tease…and it was maddening and wonderful at the same time.
Before Will could complain, Sonny slipped his hand inside Will's jeans, wrapping his hand around Will's throbbing length. Sonny leaned in and captured Will's lips with his at the same moment he began to stroke him, Will's moan of pleasure was trapped by Sonny's mouth, who then gladly ate up the sound. Will was already so close from being tempted by Sonny, it wouldn't be long before he was crying out Sonny's name and spilling his release over his boyfriend's strong magical hand. Will was sweating and panting, his hands coming around to grab Sonny's ass, clutching the firm muscles as he got closer and closer to the edge. Sonny gasped into Will's mouth when Will dug his fingers into his butt, kneading him slightly and dragging him closer to him. The pace of the hand picked up, as Sonny began to rub himself up and down Will's leg, struggling to get the much desired friction. Will moved one his hands away from Sonny's butt, to the bulge in the front of his pants, massaging it through the fabric briefly before sliding his hands inside Sonny's sweatpants, stroking his boyfriend's length, matching their pace, never breaking their lip contact. Their kisses were sloppy and wet; the room was filled with the sound of breathless moans, heavy panting, and the slick sliding of skilled hands pleasuring and working, twisting and pumping, and Will felt like he was in heaven. Sonny was a god. He was a devil…but in the best way. He knew he was done for when Sonny gave a quick twist of his wrist and squeezed, and began pumping him harder and faster just the way he knew Will loved. Then Sonny pulled away from his mouth and focused his attention on Will's neck, loving all the spots he knew drove Will wild, he gave a particularly hard tug as he dragged his teeth down Will's throat, running his thumb along the slit on the head of Will's leaking dick, and that was it. Will saw spots as his world exploded, nothing existed beyond him and Sonny and that magical motion of his hands, Sonny's hand slowed to a gentle caress, slowly stroking as Will came down from his high. A few seconds later, Will realized his own hand had all but stopped moving, he picked up his pace, squeezing and twisting and teasing the slit with his fingers, soon Sonny was coming all over Will's hand, moaning Will's name into the other shoulder.
Will wrapped his arms around Sonny, cradling the older boy against his chest, brushing some sweaty dark hair off his forehead, as the other rested his head on his shoulder, both trying to even out their breathing. He placed soft kisses on Sonny's damp forehead, while rubbing his back, hoping the other wouldn't ask about his day at work again. Sonny hummed into his neck, clearly enjoying the afterglow snuggling.
"Shower," Will wondered quietly.
"Don't think just because I gave you an awesome hand-job, that I'm letting you off the hook." Sonny whispered, picking his head up from Will's shoulder, smiling at his boyfriend.
"Shower first."
"But…"
"Shower first, and then I'll tell you, promise—deal?" Will bargained with his skeptical boyfriend
"Want me to wash your back?" Will asked through the spray of warm water that pounded down on his tired body.
"Will, I'm supposed to be taking care of you…" Sonny complained when Will placed his hands on his shoulders, grabbing the soap.
"Why can't we just take care of each other?" He wondered when Sonny tried to take the soap from his hands, arching an eyebrow at the other.
"I'm supposed to be making you feel better though."
"And you have, so much better," Will whispered against Sonny's wet skin, soaping up his hands and running them down Sonny's muscled back, rubbing soothing soapy circles into the skin, as he inhaled at his boyfriends neck, giving a light kiss. "I really appreciate it, but now…it's mine turn," Will said as he snaked his soapy hands around to Sonny's chest, rubbing all over Sonny's body, relaxing his muscles, washing away his day and all his worries that came with it.
It was nearly midnight by the time the two boys crawled into bed, hair still damp, shirtless and in sweatpants, more than ready to lay down and go to sleep. Sonny snuggled closer, laying his head on Will's chest once he got situated and comfortable. Will carded his fingers through Sonny's dark damp hair, the other arm wrapping around him and pulling him closer, inhaling Sonny's sweet clean scent.
A big yawn was let out of Sonny after a few minutes a cuddling, Will chuckled at him, realizing how tired Sonny was. Running a coffee house, going to school and being perfect were just a few of the things Sonny did every day— he makes it look easy, he does it on a daily basis, and all that is bound to take its toll on a person.
"You could have gone to sleep," Will whispered into Sonny's hair.
"Mmhmm, but I wouldn't have," came Sonny's muffled reply from his place on Will's shoulder.
"Sonny you're exhausted…you need to take care of yourself." Will scolded lightly, worry thick in his voice.
"I could say the same to you," Sonny mumbled.
"Fair enough…" Will huffed. Sonny lacing his fingers together and laid them on Will's chest before picking his head up and resting his head on his hands so he could look up at Will. Will could feel Sonny's eyes on him, could feel big chocolate brown eyes staring at him wide-eyed, filled with worry, concern, and probably a touch of sadness for being shut out of Will's business.
Will finally gave out when he feared Sonny's stare would bore holes into his head. He was met with exactly what he feared—those eyes. It damn near broke his heart, the raw emotion he saw in those eyes. Will was good with secrets, but Sonny was even better at getting them, he knew exactly what to do with those eyes to make Will his minion, make him putty in his hands. Sneaky son of a gun did it on purpose-just one of the many things he loved about him; he could never keep things from Sonny, and if he tried Sonny knew exactly how to get to them.
"I can't tell you." Will said lowly, hoping that would be enough, but of course it wasn't. "Why not…Will I don't like all the secrets, I thought we were done with this after the whole blackmailing EJ thing." 'Damn it' Will thought viciously, 'of course he was still holding that over my head.'
"It's not that I don't want to tell you, but…but Sonny I can't. Please I just can't." Sonny didn't look at all deflated by this, he had that insufferable Kiriakis fire and fight in him, and though it could be unbelievably sexy, it wasn't if you were the one he was fighting.
"Is it dangerous?" Sonny wondered, his voice wavering as he worried about Will, 'what the hell was EJ making him do now,' The fear churning his stomach, his thoughts swirling with the worst case scenarios and what ifs.
"It could be…but that's why I can't say anything."
"Weird but that didn't make me feel any better," Sonny said, completely serious, eyes still never leaving Will's gorgeous blue ones.
"Sonny…" Will breathed, his calm starting to fade, Sonny was making it very difficult to keep him out of this.
"At least ease my mind Will, you can't imagine everything that comes to mind when you say 'it could be dangerous,' I freak out every night you come home late, please…just talk to me…" Sonny begged, losing his breath at the end as fear started to creep up and threatened to cut off his air completely.
"It's not fair you know…you have those eyes…and damn it, it's just not fair." Will teased, making Sonny smile slightly.
"They're my greatest weapon," Sonny's smile growing even more.
"Oh I know…believe me." Will said, averting his eyes, trying to collect his thoughts. "Okay…but I-I can't tell you everything." Will conceded, taking a deep breath, thinking about what he should and shouldn't tell Sonny. The whole story was out of the question, because that would be dangerous for Sonny. The truth was that EJ had managed to piss off some very dangerous people in Chicago, through some business deals that went awry. EJ owed a gang called the 3rd Street Hustlers, a lot of money for some information and pay-offs they did for him a while back, and he had been able to avoid paying them back for a while but now they wanted their money, and they were out for blood. Another problem was they didn't want DiMera money, EJ had to come up with the money from other sources, but EJ's money was DiMera money, so they had to be creative. They threatened EJ with just about everything he had, then decided to go after his family, and when that hadn't completely worked they dragged Will into it, since he was working for EJ now, he was as much a part of this as EJ was. When threatening EJ's family alone wasn't enough they began threatening people Will cared about—top of the list being Sonny. The Hustlers had a lot of blood on their hands, and Will knew they would think nothing of offing a young homosexual male to get their point across. Considering they hadn't tried anything yet, Will worries weren't at the forefront of his mind, but the longer EJ held them off the angrier they would get, and the more likely they would be take what they wanted and give nothing back. He didn't want it to come to that, and he couldn't even stomach the thought of living without Sonny. Telling Sonny the whole story would put him in immense danger, sometimes ignorance is bliss, and he was just hoping this was one of those times. He had to tell him something though, because he would keep trying…but how much should he tell him, how much was too much?
Sonny was silent, smile fading, eyes still trained on Will's.
"EJ's pissed off some big people in Chicago, and until he smooth's things over and pays back his debts it could be a little dangerous. But that's all I'm going to say because if things go wrong they'll come after people EJ and I care about, and I can't— I'm not risking you—for this. Please Sonny, I'm keeping you out of it because I don't want you involved in this mess…I want you safe…I have to do anything I can to protect you from this, and I don't want anything to happen…I don't know what I would do if…if…oh God, I can't…I,I can't even think about it." Will could hardly breathe, his head swimming with every awful thing that could potentially happen to Sonny, and the thoughts made him sick, he would never be able to live with himself if something happened to Sonny because of him. He was frantic, his breathing becoming erratic—he'd never had a panic attack before but he could imagine it felt a little something like this.
"Hey, hey it's alright, I'm right here. I'm okay Will…shh," Sonny kissed Will's cheek, taking his face gently in his hands, stroking his face, and running his fingers through his hair, "thank you for telling me," Sonny whispered before hushing Will again, pulling him close, cradling his face and kissing him softly. He rested his forehead against Will's, his thumbs stroking underneath Will's sad eyes, trying to calm the younger boy down, as Will wrapped his arms securely around Sonny, pulling him impossibly close, no intention of ever letting go.
"Truly thank you, but I can't promise that I can stop worrying...that's not going to happen." Sonny smiled as he gazed deeply into his boyfriends mesmerizing pools of blue.
"Okay…I know you wouldn't stop even if I asked, I get it." Will said smiling back at Sonny, as he stared into Sonny's deep espresso eyes, seeing nothing but love and devotion reflected back in them. "I love you, you know that right…and I'm only shutting you out because I care and I love you."
"I know— I love you too…so much" Will rolled them over and began peppering Sonny's face with light kisses, "go to sleep baby," Will breathed against Sonny's lips. "You'll be here when I wake up…right?"
"Well I don't plan on leaving between now and 6 am…or ever…I'll be right here, always." Will promised his sleep deprived boyfriend, hugging him tighter as the other's eyelids fluttered shut.
"Good, because I can't sleep if you're not here, I like waking up to you…" Sonny managed to say through a yawn.
"I know sweetie— I know." Will whispered, smoothing his boyfriend's hair, rubbing his arms gently to lull him into the sleep he so desperately needed, as Will followed suit, chasing Sonny to his dreams.
It was Friday afternoon, Will was looking forward to the weekend, and even more than that, he was looking forward to finally having some time off of work, and getting to spend some quality time with Sonny. They hardly ever had alone time, other than the fleeting moments in the coffeehouse, or the half-hour or so they could manage before they passed out from exhaustion.
Will was on his way to coffeehouse, hoping to seek out one of those quick moments with Sonny before having to get back to work. Thoughts of Sonny ran through his mind in waves of wonderfulness, clouding his mind, as he walked blind to Common Grounds, being abruptly brought out of his musings when he ran face first into a brick wall of a person.
"Oh, excuse me sir, I wasn't watching where I was going." Will apologized quickly, eyes scanning the tall man in front of him. He was a huge gorilla of a guy, wearing a gray tailored suit, white pressed Oxford button-down with the top two buttons undone, black Italian leather shoes, blacked out shades sat perched on his slender nose, giant hands were covered with giant rings, black hair was slicked back-the whole ensemble made him look like a modern day mobster.
"William Horton?" The man asked taking his sunglasses off and placing them inside his coat.
"Yes?" Will regarded the man skeptically, arching an eyebrow up at the man who easily had a foot on him, wondering what he could possibly want. "I've been looking for you." The man said, his tone dark, his eyes strangely calm, his lips curling into a smirk, making him look dangerous and menacing.
Before Will could respond, the man shoved him back into an alleyway, grabbing the front of Will's shirt and pinning him up against the brick wall behind them. Will gasped in shock, as he put together the pieces; this man had to be from the Hustlers. No one in Salem could have a secret vendetta against him; he hadn't made any enemies working for the mayor, at least none that would act on their grievances.
"My boss sent me to settle a debt, do you have our money, or will I be forced to show you why you and your boss shouldn't have messed with us."
"No, uhm…I don't have your money, but EJ, I mean Mayor DiMera has a plan to pay you guys, he was supposed to be calling your boss about it. He has it, he really does, and you…you don't have to hurt me or anyone else, please."
"Well that wasn't the answer I was hoping for, and I'm not supposed leave here until I get our point across." The man said, rolling up his sleeves, punching Will hard in the stomach when he tried to pull away. "Your friend, Mr. DiMera fails to see the importance of honoring his agreements, he shouldn't make promises he doesn't intend to keep. It is much too hard to teach an old dog, new tricks—I suppose I can teach it to you instead and hope you never make the mistakes he's made. So what do you say…would you like to learn something new?" The man asked his voice sounding cold and bitter like ice, chilling Will to the bone, sending shivers down his spine; he didn't even wait for Will to answer before landing a punch to his jaw, knocking his head back so it hit the wall hard. The man landed punch after punch to Will's body, his stomach, his face, his chest. The fact that the man was wearing a ring on nearly every finger didn't help, making every blow sting, and feel five times worse. Will felt his lips split causing blood to spill down his chin, another blow slicing into his cheek, his mouth filling with the bitter iron taste of his own blood.
He could hardly breathe, and each hit, his body felt like it was going to crumple in on itself. He kept trying to scream, but each time nothing came out, after several attempts he decided to stop trying, he should probably be saving his breath, considering it was already getting tough to breathe. He didn't know how much longer he could take it, and he was only standing now because the man was holding him up by his collar, while he beat him senseless. Will felt his body begin to go numb, his head spinning from being slammed repeatedly against the wall, and stars flashed before his eyes as his world began to spin violently.
The man stepped back, Will collapsed against the wall, before his legs gave out and he fell over to the ground, coughing viciously as he clutched at his chest, feeling the bruises beginning to form over his upper body already, as he struggled for breath that didn't seem to come. He could only imagine what he looked like, he could feel the stinging all over his face, and the gashes were probably plentiful. He thought the worst to be over before a quick, harsh kick was aimed straight at his abdomen, connecting with Will's ribs, forcing him to cry out. Several kicks slammed against his stomach and ribs, making him whimper in pain, pain he'd never known before. He felt his lungs being crushed, air refusing to come, the pain was blinding, unimaginable, and he just wanted it to end.
The man stepped back again, Will tried to steel himself for another attack, not making the mistake to think that it would be over, this man was vicious and he wasn't going to stop until he got his point across.
He took a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and wiped off his hands quickly, before tossing the bloody rag down by Will's head. He unrolled his sleeves, straightened out his shirt, and fixed his disheveled hair before crouching down to squat by Will. Will had his eyes closed, trying to focus on anything other than the pain that was coursing through his body, was pounding through his limbs, the beating had stopped but it felt as though it was still raging on and would never end.
"Tell your boss, we want that money by the end of the week. I would hate for something to happen to anybody else because he failed to pay his debts. Understand, William." Will felt the hot breath against his face, making his skin crawl, but he didn't open his eyes, and he didn't want to see those taunting evil black eyes. He shook his head weakly hoping the man saw and wouldn't ask him anymore questions. "Good boy, glad somebody understands. End of the week and your darling boyfriend Sonny goes unharmed." With that he stood up, brushed off his pants and sauntered away.
Will's eyes went wide, his heart clenched, and his stomach dropped at the man's final words, they already knew about Sonny. 'NO!' A voice inside his head screamed repeatedly, he whimpered and began shaking his head back and forth, welcoming the dizzying pain it brought.
These men already knew about Sonny, and if they didn't get their money they were going to come after him-his baby. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't be. His whole world was going to be turned upside down if those men didn't get their money. EJ had to pay them, he had to, he couldn't lose everything- he couldn't lose Sonny. It didn't even matter that he tried to protect Sonny by not telling him the full story; they knew about him anyways, they were going to come after him regardless-anything to get what they wanted. His eyes began to sting, as tears well up, whether they were from the pain, or worry, or the raw gut-wrenching fear that washed over his being, he wasn't sure but the tears were flowing freely now and he couldn't stop them.
Sonny's smiling face flashed behind his eyes, making the giant grip that fear had on his heart clench tighter, then he saw blood, Sonny-his angel, covered in blood as a group of Hustler thugs beat him, kicked him, tortured him. Sonny's crumpled figure, bleeding, cold, alone, and dying, was the last thing he saw before that chilling darkness of unconsciousness took him.
Will came to hours later, the alley way was cold, the ground was cold, and he was cold. It was pitch black, night had fallen all around him…but if it was night time…he'd been out for hours…and he missed his meeting with EJ…missed coffee with…missed dinner with…Sonny…SONNY!
Will shot up from the ground, realizing his mistake too late when his head spun, white spots flashing in and out of his vision. Once he got his bearings again he staggered out of the alley, making his way slowly through the deserted town square, and back home to a boyfriend who was undoubtedly beside himself.
'He couldn't still be working could he?' 'He would've called and told me if he was going to be held up.' 'What the hell was keeping him?' 'Will you are in some deep shit mister.' '3 hours after we were supposed to have dinner.' 'William Horton you are in so much trouble when you get home' 'If you get home…what if something happened…OH MY GOD what if something horrible happened.' 'Please…please…please be alright, please baby come home to me…please.'
Sonny's thought were running rampant, all the what-ifs were driving him crazy. Will was so late; he was never this late without a warning or a phone call, worse than that though he wasn't answering his phone, which made Sonny immensely nervous. He was about to call again when he heard the front door open.
He ran out to landing by the door and was met with a sight that made his heart jump into his throat. Will bloodied and beaten, bruised and bashed. He brought his hands to his mouth as he shuffled to his disheveled boyfriend, his eyes began to sting, but he promised himself he wouldn't cry, not when Will needed him.
"Will," Sonny choked out, cautious hands coming up to gently grab Will, hands ghosting over his arms barely even touching, not sure where to position his hands, not sure where or how bad he was injured.
"Sonny," Will's voice barely even a whisper, he looked like a ghost, or a zombie, or a punching bag-or all three. His heart broke into a million pieces the more he looked at his baby, standing there looking like a bloodied rag, a bruised up shell of himself. It was devastating to see, devastating to watch, and he didn't quite know how to go on or deal with this without showing that on the inside he was shattering.
"Chicago, thugs…a man…black hair…I'm…so sorry" Will managed to whimper between gasps of breath, before he collapsed, falling into Sonny, his world going black again.
Sonny clung to his limp boyfriend's body, staring at his bloody vacant face, his darkened eyelids, his bruised cheeks, his split lips and eyebrow, his golden hair that was tinted red and caked with blood—when the tears came this time he didn't try and stop them. He let them come, and let them fall, as the world seemed to shift completely right under his feet. He collapsed to his knees, taking Will's lifeless form with him, rocking them back and forth as the sobs wracked his body, shivers causing goose bumps to litter his skin from head to toe, his body gave out right next to Will's, together and broken on floor of their apartment.
The lights in the hospital were too bright, the sounds in the hospital were too loud, and everything was just too much. Will had gotten out a surgery an hour ago, and the nurses had him settled in a hospital bed. He had massive internal bleeding, and two cracked ribs, they were able to stop the bleeding and mend any other internal damage, he would be extremely sore and in an immense amount of pain, the ribs would take a while to heal fully but other than a swollen lip, some ugly lumps and a body covered in bruises and possibly a few scars, Will was very lucky, and was on the road to making a full recovery.
Will's family had come and gone, everyone wanting to stay longer, to see Will when he woke up, his mother in particular, she was beside herself, but they ended up getting kicked out. Sami begged Sonny to stay instead of her, saying Will would want him there, Sonny couldn't complain, and was actually very glad that she suggested he take her place.
Will laid unconscious in his hospital bed, his body covered in bandages, shirtless with wrappings around his abdomen, a defeated and emotional Sonny sat in the chair by Will's bed, one of Will's hands clasped between both of his. Tears tracks stained his worn face, eyes were blood-shot and tired, his head hurt from the hospital lights, his heart hurt from the emotional strain. He was so ecstatic to have Will alright and in one piece but what would happen the next time. Working with the mayor put Will in questionable corrupt situations before, situations that Sonny didn't necessarily approve of but never had anything put Will in danger like this. Never before had he come home beaten to a pulp, it had never come to this, and Sonny didn't know if he'd be able to handle it if it came to that again. There was nothing more painful than watching someone you love suffer, nothing more painful than seeing them bleed and break right before your eyes. Sonny couldn't take it; the heartbreak that would come as a result of today's events repeating themselves would be unbearable and the damage would be too much to mend.
Sonny sniffled a few times, trying hopelessly to dry his eyes, eyes that he couldn't bring up to look at his boyfriend. Will looked so damaged and broken, and Sonny felt so helpless, he felt even worse that the man he loved lay banged up in a hospital bed, and he couldn't even look at him. He couldn't even bear the thought of seeing him like that, in was so painful, every time he tried, he caught a glimpse of the cuts, the stitches, the blackened arms and shoulders, and he broke down all over again—he hoped that by the time Will woke up, he would be done being a coward, done being a wuss, done being lame and selfish and awful. He hated that he couldn't stomach the thought of Will hurt like he was, but he hated even more that this had happened at all. It was like all of Sonny's fears were coming to life, smacking him in the face, cutting his legs out from under him, and chanting that he was right to have been afraid, but was an idiot to not have tried harder. What kind of a fool worries every day for someone they love but never tells them about it, never tries to do something, never tries to protect him. The self-loathing he was feeling at this moment was enough to make him want to spit, but the hatred he was feeling for EJ and his stupid debts to those Chicago thugs was far greater than any hatred he held for himself.
"I can't do this anymore," Sonny sniffled through his sobs, gasping for air, his chest aching, stomach twisting violently, as he admitted to an unconscious Will the things he would never say aloud, things he hadn't said so far, things he should've said a long time ago- and maybe this wouldn't have happened-maybe neither of them would be in this position in the first place. "I've tried Will…I've tried so hard baby…b-but it's just…it's just too much."
"I c-can't keep doing this…it's maddening…it's insane…I hate it. I hate that I never know where you are, or what you're doing. I hate that EJ has you doing God knows what every single day. It's never been dangerous like this before, but if…if this is how it's going to be now…I…I…I don't think I can do it. I don't think I could take not knowing if you were safe, or dead, I can't take fearing for your safety—I already worry when you don't come home when you say you will, or when you miss a dinner date, or when you don't call me back—and I don't think I can do it when it's worrying about your life. I can't stand the thought of you not coming back to me ever. I can't take it…I'm not losing you to this Will, I'm not losing you to the mayor…but that's what it's coming to…I'm losing you…maybe not to those thugs you warned me about…but to EJ, to your job. This isn't what I want Will…this isn't…oh God." Sonny couldn't breathe every breath he tried to take, came in painful gasps, and did nothing to replenish his oxygen. He couldn't handle this, it was all just too much, and he felt like someone had a vice grip on his heart, was squeezing it in their fist, crushing his soul in the palm of their hand, taking away his life, destroying his purpose, and ripping him apart from the inside out. That's what it felt like admitting his fears to Will- he knew he couldn't live without Will, he knew he didn't want to, and his intention wasn't to end things with the very person who had become his reasons for living…he would never do that, he would always fight for Will, always fight for them. But if now was the only time he could say what he felt, he would take it, at least knowing he said it at all would ease his mind slightly. He needed to know that on some level Will knew what he was feeling, that would be enough for him…he needed to get this out or he was positive it would eat him up inside.
"I know why you kept this job…I know you love working for the mayor, you love the importance of being his right hand man, I know how it makes you feel and I would never have asked you to give that up…not for me, not because I was afraid. I also know that you like everything that comes with the job. I know that you like being able to buy nice things for us, and treat me to things- like fancy dinners, or a new watch, or the latest and greatest new phone, or a new dress shirt to match my favorite pair of pants. I love that you enjoy doing that for me, but I don't need all that, I don't need the money, or the nice new things, I have all that already…I'm a Kiriakis, Will and as long I live I will never want for anything. I know you like being able to be the one to give my hearts greatest desires, but if you want the truth there is only one thing my heart desires, only one thing I want, only one thing I need so bad it hurts—you Will—you're all I want…all I need, I will never want for anything as long as I have you. None of those nice things would matter to me if I lost you…I'd have nothing. None of that stuff matters to me, I would take you over those things any day, I would gladly give all of that up to have you in my life, by my side, giving me your love…that to me is far greater than any gift, and any amount of money. You're my world, my heart, and my soul…I can't live without you Will, but I don't think I can take another day of this constant anxiety and endless worry. Baby…I love you too much to watch you continue on in this job…I know you love it but it's hurting you, and I don't want this to happen again…I can't even think about this hell repeating itself. Please Will…don't keep doing this to yourself, don't keep doing this to me…we're suffering because of this job…it's tearing us apart, and I don't want that…my god I would never want that." The tears were flowing freely now, the deluge of tears that had calmed down, was now rushing like Niagara, he couldn't contain his sobs, they were wracking through his body at an alarming rate, collapsing against Will's bed, head landing on Will's covered leg as he clung desperately to Will's limp hand, all his fight, and gusto flying right out of him, the wind being taken right out of his sails. He lost his fight, he was losing his dignity as he sobbed like a baby against his boyfriend's hospital bed, and he prayed he wasn't on the road to losing the man he loved…he couldn't bear the thought…he couldn't think of that now…he let the sadness take him, sorrow swallowing him whole, before he gladly welcomed unconsciousness, as a restless, dreamless sleep took him in.
Will had been in the hospital a week, and today he was being released, released to go home, home to Sonny, home to his life, to his love, and he could hardly wait another moment. Will was with Sami signing the papers, and collecting his things from the room, getting ready to leave this horrid, cramped room that he had spent every waking moment in for the past week. He was feeling much better, he was sore and still bruised, but that was to be expected, he had orders to rest and to take it easy and his spirits were high, he still had his friends, his family, Sonny…Sonny.
Sonny didn't know this, but Will heard everything he'd said the first night he was in the hospital. Will heard his worries and his fears, and it broke his heart knowing just how much the love of his life was suffering for him every day. He knew his job put a great deal of strain on their relationship but he didn't realize how much Sonny was paying for it, was sacrificing for him, was dealing with just so he could keep Will in his life…it was shocking, and eye-opening…and he felt like the biggest dick in the whole world for being so selfish and one-way about everything lately. He hated what this job had turned him into, hated that he put Sonny in the back-seat while he went on everyday feeling big and bad and important.
He was going to fix this, he was going to fix everything, he was going to mend his relationship, and heal Sonny's wounds…the wounds he so selfishly inflicted. He was going to make everything better when Sonny got back from his shift at the coffeehouse. Will had told him to go, or actually he had forced him to go, Sonny hadn't left since he brought Will in from the attack…he'd said he had but Will was sure he was lying. So he forced him to go home, take a shower, and check on things at the coffeehouse, his mom could help him with everything he needed, and when Sonny got home they could have a proper reunion.
Sonny was so excited; he couldn't get inside their apartment fast enough. He knew Will was on the other side of that door, and he couldn't open the door quick enough, couldn't get to Will quick enough.
When Sonny got inside, his smile was threatening to split his face as he stared at Will who shot up from his place on the couch, wincing at the motion. Sonny scolded himself as he made his way quickly over to Will, telling him not to move anymore, and to stay where he was.
Sonny placed a gentle on Will's cheek, breathing a sigh of relief at finally having his boyfriend home, finally having him back. His fingers ghosting over a fading bruise on Will's cheek, a smile on both of their lips that spoke of pure love and devotion. No words seemed necessary, no words seemed like enough at this moment, each just enjoying the presence of the other, breathing in the company, loving having the other back safely in their arms.
It was Will who broke the silence first.
"I am so…so sorry," Will's voice full of tears, his eyes full of the same tears that filled his tone, his breath catching in his throat, as he apologized to the man who held his heart.
"What? Will…no baby you have nothing to be sorry for…it's fine…you're fine…you're…perfect." Sonny reassured, ending in a whisper, both hands framing Will's face, bringing him closer placing a soft, gentle, barely there kiss upon Will's lips. Will gasped slightly at the loving whisper of a kiss Sonny gave him—he was astounded that Sonny could be so tender still…could still love him at all when Will had put him through such turmoil these last few months.
"Sonny," Will breathed when they pulled apart, foreheads resting together, "I do have to be sorry though, I've…" Sonny cut him off, "sweetie, everything's fine now, there's nothing to worry about, or be sorry for…everything is going to be fine."
"No, Sonny please, just…just let me finish please…there are some things that I need to say…things that you need to hear."
"Okay, go ahead, you have my undivided attention," Sonny said with a smile, as he gazed at his blued-eyed, blonde haired, beautiful boyfriend, trailing his fingers through Will's hair, placing a soft kiss on the corner of Will's mouth, wondering why Will looked so worried, why the smile he loved wasn't gracing that gorgeous face.
"Alright…well here it goes…I guess I should start by saying that I love you and I never want to hurt you, but the problem is that I have been hurting you, I've been terrible to you these last few months, I've been a horrible excuse for a boyfriend, and I am so…so sorry. I can't believe that I've putting you through so much and I didn't even see it…I mean who does that. You were right, this job it isn't worth losing this, losing each other…it's not worth half of what we have, and I'm sorry I almost threw it away just so I could work with EJ."
"Wait, wait…wait. Whoa did you…how do you…" Sonny stuttered out, completely shocked that Will was basically reiterating a part of his speech from several nights ago. "I heard you in the hospital," Will said, confirming Sonny's worries. "But…b-but you were…you were unconscious. I thought you were asleep." Sonny babbled staring at Will with shocked wide-eyes, taking a step back, as a deep blush flooded his face realizing that Will heard his innermost fears, his deepest worries, he heard everything and Sonny was absolutely mortified. "I was, but I could hear you…" Will said lowly, smiling at Sonny's embarrassed expression, surprised that Sonny seemed afraid that Will knew about his emotional breakdown at the hospital. Will didn't get why Sonny wouldn't want him to know that what was happening was tearing him apart—if Will was in Sonny's position he's positive that he would've cracked long before now.
"Oh my god…Oh my god…I can't…I thought you were asleep…Oh my God!" Sonny whimpered as he brought his hands up to cover his burning face, shaking his head rapidly back and forth. Will had heard him, Will had heard everything he said, Will probably thought he was some sort of wimpy emotional pansy…this couldn't be happening, how could things possibly be getting any worse.
"I quit my job."
Sonny's head shot up at that, Will quit…he quit…his job. 'Oh my god Will quit his job,' Sonny's thoughts were swirling at warp speed through his head, why would Will do that, he didn't want Will to do that—well he did…but he didn't want Will to know that's what he wanted.
"You…quit." Sonny breathed, as tears welled up in his eyes. "Yes, EJ came to visit me earlier in the week, you had stepped out to take a phone call, and I told him that I was quitting, that the job was just too much, and frankly it wasn't worth what I was going through…what I was putting you through, what we were going through together."
"You…quit your job…for me?" Sonny questioned breathlessly, having a hard time wrapping his head around everything. "Yes, for you, for me, for us." Will chuckled quietly at Sonny's disbelief a warm smile lighting up his face, as he took a step towards Sonny, framing his face with his hands, stroking Sonny's heated cheeks with his thumbs. "I did it for us, Sonny. I have been so terrible lately; I didn't see what my job was putting you through, what it was putting our relationship through. I didn't see that everything I was doing was slowly destroying the man I love. Hearing you break down and spill your heart to me was beautiful and eye-opening and it made me see that you're all I want. All I need is you—I don't need a job with the mayor, I don't need a nice car or a luxury apartment…you...it's only you that I desire Sonny, and I'll never want or need anything else." Will finished with a light kiss to Sonny's forehead, wrapping his arms protectively around his stunned boyfriend, laughing lightly into Sonny's soft dark hair.
"I didn't know…I wasn't expecting you would do that." Sonny sighed at Will, placing his hands on Will's neck, smiling a little at the blue-eyed beauty he loved so deeply. "Sonny, baby, I would do anything for you…do anything to keep you…do anything to make sure you were safe—although I don't think safety will a big issue for us anymore…at least not where the Hustlers are concerned. Quitting was the least I could have done for someone I love with all my heart…which I do, just so you know…love you…with all my heart. I'm in love with you Sonny Kiriakis, you're my everything, and there isn't a single thing I wouldn't do for you," Will said smiling widely, not sure that his smile could get any bigger.
"I'm in love with you too Will…I'm so madly in love with you." Sonny breathed as he leaned in for a soft kiss, a soft, sweet, loving kiss, that said everything the boy's felt, all the love and desire they had for one another, it was all there in that kiss.
Tears welled up in Will's eyes as he clung to the love he almost lost, the love he would never let go, the love he would never ever again take for granted, "I know you do baby, I know you do."
Love was made that night, gently and slowly. Sonny ever cautious of Will's bruises, and injuries, careful not harm an inch of the man he loved, not to cause further pain-he couldn't bear the thought of hurting the man he held tightly in his arms. It was beautiful, it was loving, it was perfect, and it was everything.
It was about reconnecting, a rebinding of soul's that were destined for one another, a mending of a broken relationship, a patching of hearts, a drying of damp eyes, an affirmation of feelings, a validation of their heart's deepest desires, a quelling of doubts, worries, and fears. It was full of tender, gentle passion, and deep undying love, overwhelming adoration, the cherishing of each other's bodies, hearts, and souls.
The love they made was perfect, it was all either of them would ever need, they had everything they could ever want. There was no reason to fear or worry—for all the protection they would ever require was right where they laid, wrapped safely in the loving cage of each other's arms. Worries seemed useless, so they didn't bother, why worry when you held the only reason for you living in your arms and you had no desire of ever letting go.
