For monett who requested another chapter... hope you all like it. I'm afraid angst is not something that comes as easily to me as happy scenes. Sorry! Thanks again to all of you... your support and sweet words are still amazing to me!

(...) Will's POV (...)

With my heart light and happy I am on my way to the coffee house. Whereas recently I thought that I could never do that again, now I am happy that it is once again a very big part of my life. I smile when I think about our little routine that has become so familiar and so easy to us. The moment I walk into the coffee house Sonny will notice I am there. No matter what he is doing he will turn towards the door, smiling his million watt smile just for me. I will smile back and walk to the little round table next to the counter. And as soon as he is free he will walk towards me and lean over the table to kiss me softly. Then he will get me my black coffee and I will start studying. Every now and then we will look at each other, just to smile or simply to stare. And once in a while he will fill up my coffee cup, or he will bring me a cake or something. And sometimes he will just come over so he can kiss me or touch me just because he wants to. Thinking about it makes me walk faster and faster and soon I arrive at the coffee house. And everything goes exactly as I knew it would. I love the companionship, the way we do this as though it is in our DNA, the way it seems to be exactly right. And when it is finally time to close, and we are together, I stand up from my little table. I walk towards him, while he has his back turned towards me as he is counting the money in the money draw. From behind I wrap my arms around his waist, and I softly kiss his neck. He leans back immediately, turning his head slightly to give me more room.

"Hi sexy..."

He doesn't even answer me, he just sighs and reaches up so he can pull my head closer to his neck. I suck softly on his skin, feeling like a hero when I see how he reacts to my touch. Finally I let go and he turns around to face me:

"I'm almost finished honey... why don't you get some food-to-go from the Chinese, and I finish up here."

"OK, sounds like a plan."

I grab my books and push them in my backpack. I lean over the counter to softly kiss his cheek and then I am out the door. At the Chinese I make sure to order all Sonny's favourites and when I walk back to the coffee house to see whether he is good to go, he meets me half way:

"Let's go home."

I can't help but smile like an idiot when he says that. Not long ago I thought I would never feel at home anywhere anymore. But after our fight, our break-up, and our amazing make-up, I feel like I have it all. I sigh and follow him towards his car saying softly:

"Yeah, let's go home..."

(...) Sonny's POV (...)

When I hear Will's whisper I feel all warm inside. I can hear the emotions in his voice and it tells me that he is just as happy with our home as I am. But before I can open the car door I sense Will's sudden change of mood. When I look at him standing at the other side of the car I see how he seems frozen, his eyes wide from distress. I follow his stare and see a tall dark haired guy standing about eight meters away from us. I look back at my boyfriend, slightly worried by what is going on:

"Will... what..."

He clears his throat and looks at me, slightly insecure:

"Let's go Sonny..."

I frown and look back at the tall guy, who just seems to have noticed us.

"Hi Will..."

I look at Will, and see how all the colour in his face disappears when he almost whispers:

"Hi... Marc..."

When he says his name his eyes nervously shift to me, and then back to Marc. He speaks slightly louder when he says to me:

"Son... let's go..."

But all I hear is Marc, and I realise I am looking at the guy who almost destroyed my happiness. I am looking at the guy who decided to kiss my guy, and I feel the heat under my skin as I drop my arms beside my body.

"You're Marc..."

I don't even recognise my own voice. It is cold, dark, and for split second I realise that I do have Kiriakis genes. Will's voice seems far away when he says:

"Son... just get in the car... Sonny..."

Instead of focusing on Will's voice I just stare daggers at the tall guy in front of me, whom I hate with everything I am. My muscles are strained, my lips are pursed together and I know there is no way back. I step towards him slowly, never letting my intense gaze move away from his now frightened eyes.

"I want to talk to you..."

I am a few feet away from him and I feel how my fingers fold into fists. He steps backwards slowly and finally he says unsteadily:

"I think I better go..."

But I follow him and soon he is backed up against a car and I am still in front of him.

"You are not going anywhere until I talked to you..."

"OK..."

I feel a hand on the small of my back and Will's voice is close to my ear:

"Sonny, calm down... remember what you said to me... you wanted me to keep you away from him... common Sonny... come home with me..."

I shake my head and take a deep breath:

"I'm sorry... I have to do this Will..."

I suddenly take a step forwards and grab the guy's shirt, pushing him roughly against the car behind him. My voice is a dangerous whisper as I bite the words into his face:

"Don't you ever... touch Will again..."

He nods while his eyes radiate fear as he is slightly trembling. I am not finished yet and I continue:

"He is mine... do I make myself clear?"

He nods again and I decide to say one more thing:

"Lucky for you Will is here too, otherwise I would have killed you."

I push him away from me and let go of his shirt. I turn around and walk straight to my car, open the door and sit down behind the steering wheel. Will slides in the car seat next to me and I start the engine. We drive away in awkward silence and don't say a word during our drive home. When we walk into our apartment I mumble:

"I'm gonna take a shower..."

I let the warm water wash over me and slowly relax my muscles. I breath in as deep as I can to slow down my heart beat and I shake my head while I whisper to myself:

"Calm down Sonny... Will is yours... just calm down..."

(...) Will's POV (...)

While I hear the water in the shower, I just stand against the kitchen counter trying to understand what just happened. I have never seen Sonny like that. I thought he went Kiriakis on me the night he found out Marc kissed me and he told me to leave, but that was so different from what I saw today. With me he was angry, but even more so, he was hurt. Today he was downright furious, and to be truly honest I am more than intimidated. Today I saw that Sonny is definitely a Kiriakis, and perhaps I should be scared. But for some reason I feel safer than I have ever been. My boyfriend fought for me today, and I know he will do it again if he had to. He will not hesitate if he has to dig into his darker side to protect me... to protect us. I hear that the water is turned off and wait for him to show up in the doorway. A few moments later he does. He didn't dry himself off yet, and drops of water fall from his hair and his shoulders onto his chest. A towel is wrapped around his waist, and in his hand he is holding another towel. I feel my body react to the gorgeous sight in front of me and I hold my breath while drinking in his image. His cheeks colour red under my appreciative stare and he says softly:

"Hi..."

That gets me back to my senses and I walk towards him, taking the extra towel from his hand.

"Hi..."

Very carefully I start drying him off, his hair, his shoulders, his arms, his chest, and finally I reach up to softly dry his face. He stands there in front of me letting me take care of him, and when he is dry I throw the towel through the open bathroom door, and pull him in my arms. We both know we have to talk about what happened earlier, so I decide to start:

"What was that today babe?"

His arms are locked around my waist and his head rests on my shoulder. He doesn't answer straight away, so I just hold him close and stroke his naked back, enjoying the feeling of his muscles under my fingertips. Finally he speaks:

"I don't know..."

I smile and press a kiss against his temple:

"I think you do honey... just talk to me..."

He shrugs his shoulders and sighs deeply:

"What do you want me to say..."

"I want you to tell me what happened, what went through your mind... you know... stuff like that..."

"You want to know what went through my mind?"

He pulls back and walks away from me while he quickly moves his right hand through his damp hair. He turns around to face me and puts his hands on his hips:

"I was pissed off Will..."

I nod and chew my bottom lip, leaving room for him to continue. And so he does:

"He is my worst nightmare... I hate him... he tried to take something from me... he tried to take you from me and I hate him for that, Will..."

I look at him while I see the anger taking a hold of his eyes again. They change from chocolate brown to almost black, and his muscles tense up the way they did when he realised Marc was only a few feet away from him. I am not sure whether I wanted him to get into that state again, but I understand he has to feel it again in order to let it go. His lips, usually soft and curled into a smile, are pursed together again, and for a moment I want to walk over to him and stroke his lips with my thumb until they are relaxed again. But instead I stay where I am and let him talk:

"He is lucky you were there because I just wanted to punch him, and I know I would not have been able to stop... I know this must sound horrible, and you might think I am a horrible person... but he kissed you... and you are mine... mine to kiss..."

Suddenly his eyes, which were almost black and staring at me without really seeing me, change slowly into a lighter colour. His eyes seem to caress me while he is standing several metres away from me.

"Sonny..."

I whisper his name, unsure of what is going through his mind right now. He shakes his head and says:

"I love you so much... and I am so afraid someone might take you away from me...I know... I know usually you are the one to be afraid not to be good enough... but ever since... I am so scared you find someone else..."

His eyes are now swimming in tears and in a few steps I am in front of him, pulling him close to me while I look straight into his eyes:

"Don't Sonny... stop... I love you...only you... I can honestly say I have never loved anyone else... never baby... and that is never going to change..."

"You promise?"

I have never heard his voice this vulnerable and my heart seems to burst from everything I feel for him right now.

"I promise sweety... I promise..."

He hides his face against my neck and cries softly against my skin. His arms clutch me close and I feel his heart beat fast against my chest. He calms down slowly and smiles apologetically:

"I'm sorry I got aggressive out there... usually I can contain myself, but he just...you know..."

I nod and smile:

"I know... you hate him..."

He leans in to give a quick peck on my lips and then he walks towards the closet where he grabs some boxers. I don't even hide the fact that I am staring at my boyfriend while he takes the towel from his waist and puts on his boxers. And of course he has to tease me:

"Like what you see mister?"

"Son?"

"Yeah..."

"Just for the record... you being intimidating to others to fight for us is a major turn on..."

He smiles and shakes his head:

"I thought you hated everything that has to do with aggression, intimidation, or fights... you are such a kind person... I thought you would hate me after seeing me like that..."

I lift one of my shoulders and sigh:

"I guess you are a bad influence on me then..."

"I guess I am..."

By now he is wearing his pyjamas, and I have to say I like it. Usually we sleep in our boxers, and don't wear pyjamas because we don't change until we go to bed. But because of Sonny's early shower, pyjamas seem like a good idea and I grab mine and head to the bathroom:

"I'm going to take a shower as well... can you warm up our Chinese? I think it is cold by now..."

Fifteen minutes later we meet on Sonny's bed. All the food is reheated and presented on a tray. I sit down next to him, leaning against the head board.

"You want to watch TV?"

I shake my head and lift my right arm so I can curve it around his shoulders:

"No... I want to have a nice dinner with my boyfriend, and I just want to talk to you and stare at you... if that's OK..."

He leans into my chest and grabs a carton box full with rice:

"That is more than OK... that is just perfect..."

He holds up a fork for me and then takes his, holding the rice in front of us. We eat quietly for a while and then he says softly:

"Did you mean what you said?"

"What did I say?"

"About never having loved anyone else?"

"Yeah... I mean I love my family and my friends... but you... loving you is completely different..."

His eyes ask me to elaborate on that and while I chew on my rice I try to find the words:

"Loving you is all consuming I guess... loving you means I give all of myself to you... you can make me or break me... sometimes it is scary, but t is also just amazing..."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah..."

He kisses me softly, despite the fact we still have rice in our mouths.

"I learned something about you today though..."

His eyebrows shoot up, silently asking me what I learned exactly.

"I learned that you are a real Kiriakis... and I learned that I find that very very sexy..."

He shakes his head, slightly blushing from what I said.

"No Will... I don't want to be like that... and usually I am not..."

"I know... and I think I only find it sexy because of the reason why you got all worked up..."

"I was more that worked up Will..."

"I know...Son?"

"Yeah..."

"Forget it... I love you."

"I love you too..."

"And I am really enjoying pyjama night..."

"Me too..."

His eyes scan me from head to toe and then he whispers huskily:

"But to be honest... I would really appreciate it if you could take that pyjama off..."

I playfully look at him, using my big blue eyes to show my innocence:

"Why...?"

He leans forward and takes the tray with our food and puts it on the floor. He grabs my fork from my hand and puts it on the tray, and then he turns to me with a beautiful wide smile.

"Because you don't need that pyjama..."

"I don't?"

His hands are skilfully shedding the clothes I am wearing and soon enough I am naked and on my back, covered completely by my naked boyfriend. He holds my head between his hands, and my hands rest comfortably on his back. He just looks at me, while his thumbs slowly stroke my temples. I feel loves, cherished and utterly safe while he stares at me. And when he softly speaks shivers run down my spine.

"You're mine... mine to kiss... mine to love... mine to hold... mine to take care off... you're mine..."

I nod, unable to say anything back. He continues softly and the feeling of his breath on my face makes me feel butterflies in my stomach:

"And I am yours... yours to kiss... yours to love... yours to hold... yours to take care off... I'm yours..."

The weight of his body on mine feels like heaven. The feeling of his eyes tenderly staring at me makes my heart explode. And the words he whispers makes it hard to breath.

"Sonny..."

It s not more than a breath but he hears me anyway:

"Yes baby..."

"Love me..."

While his lips find mine I suddenly understand the meaning of the word home. When we walked to our car earlier today I was so happy to have found my home, but right in this moment I finally understand what it means. Slowly I surrender to his touch, and I let him take the lead while I listen to his promise:

"I will always love you..."