Will comes in from the garage and strides through the mud-room. He stops in the front hallway to hang up his jacket. In the kitchen, Will pours himself a generous serving of Moscato D'Asti.

"May I have some, please?" Sonny whispers from the stairs.

Will looks at his husband as he reaches for another goblet. "Are Jeremy and Jason asleep?"

Sonny nods. "They played with each other since having lunch. They are so cute together, but I'm starting to suspect that Jeremy would like to play by himself occasionally." He takes the glass from Will's hand who runs that free hand up and down Sonny's arm. Sonny can feel Will's waning anger and frustration. "Okay. What's got you pouring yourself a drink before dinner?"

Will leans back against the kitchen island and rolls his eyes. "You know that I was supposed to spend the morning with Grandma Marlena?" Sonny nods as they both take a seat at the island. "I wound up spending it with Hattie Adams."

"She was posing as Marlena?"

"Right. I was suspicious when our Game of Words was a bit less than challenging. Then, in trying to make small talk, she made some inappropriate comments about your size and asked whether or not I was pleased."

Sonny smiles proudly. "Everyone else was fooled?"

"Hattie rescheduled all of Grandma's patients after drugging and stashing her in a guestroom. John and Paul have been involved in an investigation out of town."

"Then what happened, babe?"

"I excused myself to the restroom where I texted Grandpa. After that, I picked the lock on the only door in the townhouse that couldn't be opened."

Sonny smiles brightly then picks up Will's hand to kiss. "That's my husband. Would the hot-tub help to calm you further? It's all ready for us."

"That sounds awesome, my heart!"

They stop in the laundry room to remove their clothes. Will takes the time to empty his pockets on the table for folding clothes. Before stepping into the hot-tub, they press their bodies closely together in a loving embrace.

Sonny gives more details on his day with the twins as the hot, swirling water relaxes them. "I can tell that they are going to have very different personalities as they get older. Jason is more boisterous and restless while Jeremy is happy to sit and watch."

Will looks half asleep but a small, devious smile stretches his lips. "You think Jason will be the type of child to crawl out a window in pursuit of a kite?"

Sonny smiles brightly with a hint of dusty-rose in his cheeks. "It was a dragon-kite! Where did you hear that story?"

Will shrugs. "At family dinners in the K-mansion, Adrienne focuses on you but Justin likes to talk to me." Will sighs and seems to drift off. Sonny, however, can sense that Will is ready for much more than sleep.

Sonny leans over to nibble on Will's neck while a hand caresses Will's chest. He leans over to tease Will's nipple with his mouth as his hand dips lower to rub across Will's abdomen. A guttural moan rises from Will's mouth. Sonny takes his husband's manhood in hand and strokes it to fullness.

That same hand then snakes down between Will's legs to cup his balls. Will pushes off the seat a little and the hand finds his pucker. Will pants loudly and whimpers as the fingers find their way inside.

Sonny lifts his head from his husband's chest. He kisses Will deeply and fervidly before saying, "I want you so much right now, babe." Will grins shyly and nods, and they both scramble from the tub to take up towels and robes. They scurry up to their bedroom.

When Sonny climaxes, he locks his dark eyes with Will's bright ones as lust, love, and satisfaction run along their soul-bond. Sonny nibbles and kisses his way down Will's chest and his long, strong fingers play in the wisps of hair forming his treasure trail. Will gasps his husband's name when he feels lips seal around his aching shaft. In very little time, Sonny is swallowing Will's essence.

Once Sonny flips over to his side of the bed, Will gets up on his left elbow as his right hand runs gently through Sonny's hair. "I love you, my heart so much."

~SCENE 2~

Kate Roberts is strolling throght the park when she notices several attractive men grouped around a bench. Seated on the bench and the center of attention is a young, blond man. He's wearing a raspberry colored dress shirt that's completely unbuttoned. Kate smirks and calls out, "Will. Hey, Will!" She waves her bangled arm above her head. Before she can reach them, the men all shuffle positions and the blond guy has disappeared.

Bryce steps up behind Kate, licking a double-scoop, chocolate ice cream cone. "Was that Will?"

"I'm going to get to the bottom of this." She grabs her phone from her purse and presses a contact button.

Will—Hi, Grandma.

Kate—You didn't have to run from me.

W—What?

K—Just now here in the park, I called to you and you ran away.

W—I don't know what you're talking about. Sonny, the twins, and I are at CG#3 having coffee with Paul. We're nowhere near the park.

K—Huh. Well then, you have a twin.

W—Wow, I hope not. We don't need anymore doubles around here.

A few days later, Will enters his cousin's bake shop. He sits down near the window with his snack, a large glazed apple turnover and a large black coffee from the in-house Common Grounds coffee station. He spies Abby coming towards him with a huge smile on her face. Will raises his eyebrows then cocks his head in thought.

"Hi, Will. How's fatherhood?"

"It's great. How long before we can ask Chad that question?"

Abby's smile falters as she nervously tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "Wh-What makes you ask that?"

Will snickers. "Abby, I've seen my mom pregnant twice as well as a few other of our relatives. I know the signs."

Abby plops onto a chair opposite her cousin. "Oh, I don't know what to do. I've been pregnant longer than I've been married."

Will scoffs. "Like that's a big problem in Salem." His eyes catch hers. "It is Chad's, isn't it?"

"Of course, it is." She rubs a hand fondly and tenderly across her belly.

Will relaxes in his seat and takes a swig from his cup. "Then, there's no problem. Congratulations on managing to marry the rightful father before giving birth."

During a lull in their conversation, Will checks his phone. "Crap. I was supposed to pick up Jason and Jeremy from Sonny at CG#1 ten minutes ago." He rises from the table and gives Abby a kiss.

"Go get your children. I'll take care of the table." Will nods in appreciation and vanishes out the door, Abby dumps the trash and goes to get a towel to wipe down the table. As she wipes, she glances out the window. "Is that Will going into the liquor store? CG#1 is in the other direction." She shrugs. "Maybe he's getting a bottle of wine to appease Sonny."

Seated in CG#2 several days later, Sonny has finished his meeting and is enjoying a hazelnut mocha as he proudly watches the bustle of activity in the store. "Hey, handsome." Adrienne stands by his table. She is dressed in a peach pantsuit, carrying a peach/mango smoothie.

"Hey, Mom," he gestures to a chair. "I was surprised by your phone call asking to join me. Is everything okay?"

Adrienne sits and grasps his hand. "Oh, Sonny. That's what I need to ask you. Is everything all right at home? Are you and Will having any problems?"

Thinking of his family, Sonny smiles brightly. "No. Everything is awesome. The boys are growing so fast and I love Will more than ever."

Adrienne takes her left hand in her right and begins rubbing circles on the back of her left hand. "I need to word this carefully so you don't think I'm backsliding. Because I'm not." She sits up a little straighter and shakes her bangs from her eyes. "Last night, your father and I were walking through the Square. Sitting near the decorative wall of fire was a young man. who looked remarkably like Will, making out with two guys who resembled each other enough to be brothers."

Briefly Sonny's eyes flash angrily, then he realizes his mom is trying. "It wasn't Will. We spent the entire eveining together, playing with our sons. Maybe Will has a doppelganger. Marlena just tangled with Hattie. And you . . . you have Bonnie Lockhart."

Adrienne rolls her eyes and scoffs. "Let's hope not. Can you imagine the havoc wreaked by a horny Will-clone? I mean, Will is a popular and well-recognized person in Salem." Sonny flashes a weak smile before drinking the remainder of his beverage.

~SCENE 3~

Will finishes placing the shrimp, cilantro, lime juice, and avacado mixture on the tortillas. Folding them, he divides them between his and Sonny's plates. Meanwhile, Sonny has cleaned up the twins after their supper.

"Thanks, babe. This looks delicious."

While the kids babble to each other, occasionally addressing their fathers, Sonny and Will discuss all the sightings of the supposed Will lookalike. "Funny how neither of us have seen him, my heart."

Sonny takes care of the kitchen while Will goes upstairs to bathe their sons. Before joining Will in the kids' bedroom, Sonny pours some wine for Will and himself and takes the glasses to their bedroom.

Once Jeremy and Jason are asleep, Sonny takes Will's hand and leads him to their room. Sharing a few sweet kisses, Will feels his husband's desire and eagerness. Sonny pulls the pale blue T-shirt from Will's body and kisses his way down the exposed torso. Reaching his navel, Sonny licks his way back up. Kissing his husband deeply, Sonny opens and drops Will's pants. Sonny backs away from Will. He lets his eyes roam freely over Will's heated flesh as he beging to slowly and sensually remove his own clothing.

After sharing a shower, Will and Sonny don the snug boxers they like to sleep in. In bed, they drink wine while discussing their plans for tomorrow.

"Yes. I have the meeting first, then a Live Chat on social media, followed by a trip to the grocery store."

"After which, you meet me in the park where I will be with the boys. From there, we join my family for lunch at the mansion. Good news, my mom is having a spa-day, so she won't be there for lunch."

Will nods and places both glasses on his night-stand. He inches closer to his husband to run a hand across his cheek and around the nape of his neck. Pulling Sonny closer still, Will catches Sonny's mouth with his own. They both moan in pleasure.

Will's hand roams down Sonny's body, doing everything that makes Sonny happy. Shortly, Will's lips copy his hand's completed actions. Will starts palming the hardened length from outside Sonny's shorts. "Uh, Sonny. Can I ask you something?"

Sonny whimpers. "Babe, as long as you keep doing that, you can ask me anything."

Will smiles wickedly as he licks Sonny's treasure trail. "Anything? Even if I'm asking for a divorce?"

Sonny bolts upright with anguish on his face. "A d-divorce! Are you serious?"

Will immediately regrets the ill-timed joke. "No, beloved husband. I am not serious. I am sorry."

Before his husband's apology can sink in, What If scenarios shift through Sonny's mind. The resulting suspicion, heartache, betrayal, and anger slip across their soul-bond before Sonny can fight off those useless thoughts. Sonny reaches out for Will when he sees the look of torment on his husband's face as a single tear flows down his cheek. Will pulls back, closes his eyes, drops his head and expresses a great shuddering sigh. Sonny can no longer feel anything from Will except a numbing chill.

"Will, please. You know-"

Will rises from the bed and his voice is low and harsh. "I may be my mother's son, but there is no doubt that you are a true Kiriakis . . . or at the very least a Johnson." Tears stream from Sonny's eyes as Will abruptly heads for the hallway.

Sonny snatches a throw pillow from the floor and flings it across the room. He fists his face dry and enters the hall. Before reaching the stairs, he does peek in at the kids. The door is not in the same poition as it was earlier, meaning Will looked in on them, too.

At the bottom of the stairs, Sonny turns to look into the kitchen. Will is standing at the island, pouring Cinnamon Blaze whiskey over a bowl of vanilla bean ice cream. "Do you want some?"

"I'll pass. Babe, you know that's not how I truly feel. That awful joke simply took me by surprise. After all that talk about your horny double, my subconscious took over."

Will nods with his eyes closed. "I understand. I had some decidedly ill-natured thoughts about you and your family as I came down the stairs. I know they were wrong . . . about you anyway. But I couldn't stop from thinking them."

"Yet, you still made that concoction?"

Will smiles ruefully. "I needed something to speed along my thawing process. The ice cream covers the taste of the whiskey."

Sonny nods with a grimace. "Hey, what did you really want to ask anyway?"

"Oh. I've been asked to approve making the Psychic Detective into a live-action TV series."

"That's awesome, babe. You going to write it?"

"No, it would take up too much time and I would have to relocate. Do you think I should retain control of my characters?"

"Definitely. You don't want them to do something underhanded like making Kenneth straight."

Will's rosy lips part into a wide smile. "You're absolutely right. Now let's get back to bed, Sonny my heart." He takes Sonny's hand and leads him upstairs.

The next morning before Will starts his Live Chat, a huge bouquet of red roses, white roses, and purple carnations is delivered to the door. Sonny knows precisely when Will receives it.

~SCENE 4~

Will finishes his grocery list and goes to the garage to raise the door. A limo sits in the driveway, blocking his exit. The driver rolls down his window. "Are you Mr. Horton?"

"I'm Mr. Horton-Kiriakis."

"I was sent by Victor Kerr . . . Kiriakis to pick you up. He asked his great nephew to sit in on a meeting while he attended an important phone conference. I'm to take you to your husband."

Will's eyes narrow in suspicion when the driver nearly mispronounces Kiriakis. "I don't believe this for a minute, especially since Sonny has Jeremy and Jason." He reaches for his phone.

The driver points to the hand in Will's pocket. "Your husband couldn't take his phone into the meeting so he left it in his car."

"Sonny might turn off his phone, but no way would he leave it in his car." Will takes a deep breath and exhales gustily. "Fine. Let's go."

Sonny sits on a bench, watching his sons drinking juice. The adoration on the proud papa's face is making all onlookers smile.

"Hi, Sonny."

"Hey, Dad. What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to intercept you before you met up with Will. Would you mind if I took the boys with me so Uncle Vic and Aunt Maggie have a little more time with them before lunch?"

Sonny smiles with major wattage. "Okay. You just make sure that you're really sharing them with Uncle Vic and Aunt Maggie." Justin winks as he strides away with the stroller.

A short time later, Sonny spies Will hurtling toward him even with the added weight of his laptop carrier. "Hi, Sonny. I have missed you." As soon as their lips touch, Will's hands are all over Sonny.

Sonny instantly realizes four facts. "He doesn't smell like Will. He doesn't kiss like Will. He didn't ask about Jason and Jeremy. I can sense that Will is angry and frustrated but he's not standing in front of me." Sonny lashes out with his right hook, sending the imposter to the ground sprawled out on his back. Sonny straddles the man's chest, pinning his arms with his knees. The barrel of Sonny's pistol is trained between the guy's eyebrows. Sonny Horton-Kiriakis's eyes glow with fire as he growls, "Who are you and where the hell is my husband?"

The door to the parlor in the DiMera mansion bursts open and Collin Masterson stumbles inside. A tall, svelte, blonde with a heart of obsidian quickly rises from the desk. Attired in a white blouse, red blazer, and dark red miniskirt, Kristen DiMera steps forward. "Is your mission accomplished?"

Sonny enters the parlor and heaves Collin's laptop bag into the roaring fireplace with a muffled crash. "Nope. Neither he nor his surveillance equipment will get anywhere near Uncle Vic's office. I've already explained all to Roman Brady and Hope is on her way here. Now, play nice and take me to my husband." Before Kristen can jump for the gun on the desk, Sonny raises his pistol and shoots it out of her reach. "I said NOW." She leads him to the stairs. "Wait. We aren't going to the dungeon?"

Kristen smiles coyly. "No. Will isn't a prisoner, he's an unwilling guest. Do you have any idea what Father or EJ would do to me if Johnny's and Sydney's big brother were harmed? Will is locked in a guestroom on the other side of the house."

When they reach the room, they observe that the door is open and Will is nowhere inside. "What the hell happened? I locked the door myself."

Sonny inspects the door and the floor around it. He picks up a thick pillow that is falling apart. "Will must have used his gun to shoot out the lock using this pillow to muffle the report."

"Will has a gun, too? I took his phone, it's in the parlor. I had no idea that you both carry guns."

"We better get back to the parlor. Will would want his phone back before he leaves."

Seated at the desk with a sandwich and a glass of milk, is a grinning Will. He brandishes his phone. "I read your text, my heart. So, I decided to wait. Oh, Collin is out cold over on the couch. He was trying to escape so I hit him across the head with the fire poker."

While Hope and two uniformed officers take Kristen and Collin to the squad cars, Sonny presses a contact on his phone. "Hey, Dad. Sorry we missed lunch, but Will and I ran afoul of Kristen DiMera. It'll be a couple more hours before we are free. Do you mind taking care of the twins until then?" Sonny smiles at Will and nods. "Thanks, Dad. 'Bye"

Once they finish at the police station, Sonny and Will have lunch at Brady Pub and piece the whole story together. "Kristen spent all that money to create a double of you to simply bug Uncle Vic's office?"

"Yeah. Collin was supposed to monitor his office with the applications on his laptop. He was to then feed Kristen details on a couple of major business deals Victor was developing, but Kristen was unaware that Collin was sneaking out to hook up. As a bonus to his job, Collin was going to get to sleep with Jackson Kiriakis." The very idea makes them both laugh loudly.

While they are having coffee, a young man approaches their table. He is handsome and well-built with caramel-colored eyes and perfectly styled brown hair. He's pouting. "Hey. Did you forget about our date? I still have two hours before I start my shift."

"Sorry. Your date was with Collin Masterson. I'm Will Horton-Kiriakis and this is my husband Sonny. Collin won't be around anymore. He's going to jail on charges of unethical impersonation, literal identity theft and sexual assault." The guy turns away dejectedly and leaves. "My heart, do you think your family would mind watching the boys a little longer while we get a room at Salem Inn?" Sonny's smile is blinding as his eyes twinkle. The heat between them soars.

TBC