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danrdarrenc · 2 years

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100 Different Kisses

59. kissing your lover’s wounds after having bandaged them up healed them

Will sprints through Horton Town Square in his haste to get from the airport to the hospital. He nearly upsets Allie and Chanel’s table, but he doesn’t stop to apologize, simply waves over his shoulder at Allie as his sister shouts “Will!” at him.

He rushes through the automatic doors of University Hospital, dodges patients in wheelchairs and families with balloons and flowers, and rushes up four flights of stairs instead of waiting for the elevator, which is always interminably slow.

He bursts out of the stairwell on Sonny’s floor, wheezing for breath, but he spots Chad in one of chairs by the nurses’ desk and hurries over.

“Chad,” Will huffs out, practically skidding to a halt, his hands on his hips as he gulps air into his lungs.

“Will!” Chad jumps out of the chair to hug him. “Did you run here?!”

Will nods, still catching his breath. “Where - Where’s Sonny?”

“C’mon,” Chad puts his arm around Will’s shoulders and leads him down the hall.

Sonny’s lying on his side, the machines beeping loudly, when Will pushes the door open, Chad at his back.

Will sucks in a sharp breath.

“Will,” a soft voice says from next to Sonny’s bed.

Will’s attention snaps to his Aunt Kayla. “How is he?” Will croaks, stepping further into the room.

Chad closes the door behind them.

“We’ve stopped the bleeding and sewn up the wound, but -” she hesitates and Will’s heart clenches in fear.

“Please, Aunt Kayla.”

“But the knife severed a nerve in his spine,” Kayla continues, coming around the bed to stand in front of him.

“What does that mean?” Will asks, even though he’s pretty sure he knows the terrible answer.

“Well, we won’t know for certain until Sonny wakes up, if he wakes up at all, but it’s likely that he’ll be paralyzed if and when he does,” Kayla says gently, confirming Will’s suspicions.

“There’s nothing you can do?” Chad asks.

“I’m afraid that we’ve done all that science is currently able to do,” Kayla says, staring at Will pointedly.

Will blinks, not understanding, still thinking about Sonny being paralyzed.

But Chad says, “Will...” and Will’s brain catches up, understanding what Kayla has implied.

It’s not a secret that the Bradys are aliens. But they have kept their healing powers hidden from the public, otherwise they would constantly be at the beck and call of all of Salem. But Chad knows, and Kayla made an oath to herself that she would never use her healing powers in her job. She can’t heal Sonny anyway, even if she wanted to, because their healing powers only work on significant others and a direct blood line between parent and child and siblings.

“If I heal him, he won’t be paralyzed?” Will asks.

“Again, I can’t say for certain, but the nerve damage is what’s likely to cause him problems and we can’t fix it with surgery.”

“But I can heal it. Reverse the damage?”

“It’s Sonny’s best chance to walk again. Yes.”

Will swallows. He’s never used his healing powers before. He’s never had to. Sonny is usually healthy as a horse and the last time Sonny was stabbed (how has this happened again?!), there was no lasting damage, and they were in a terrible place in their relationship anyway, so Sonny wouldn’t have let him, even if Will had wanted to.

“Chad, why don’t we go get some coffee?” Kayla says.

“Sure,” Chad agrees, getting the hint.

They both pat Will’s arms supportively before leaving Will alone with Sonny. When the door clicks shut behind Chad, Will steps tentatively towards the bed, towards Sonny’s exposed back.

He kicks his shoes off before climbing onto the bed, curling in towards Sonny, but leaving a tiny bit of space between them. Slowly, he unties Sonny’s hospital gown, carefully pulls off the gauze, and breathes in sharply again as Sonny’s wound is revealed.

Sonny’s skin is red and angry looking around the sutures, the area where Sonny’s skin has been sewn back together raised and certain to leave a scar without Will’s healing.

Will’s hand hovers uncertainly over Sonny’s wound. He’s not sure how to do this. But from what his family has explained about how the power works, he knows that he has to touch the wound and channel his love and their connection into it, willing it to mend.

Will takes a deep breath, places his palm over Sonny’s wound, and closes his eyes and thinks of Sonny and their life together.

Memories flash in his mind: meeting on the pier; laughing together during the year when they were just friends; their first kiss outside the Pub; their first time; their first break up; their Valentine’s Day reunion; their engagement; their wedding; a lazy morning with Sonny and baby Ari; Sonny walking out; their reunion after Will’s memories returned; their second wedding as Will was dying without his powers; happy and carefree days in Arizona.

Will chokes back a sob as his hand burns red-hot. His eyes fly open and he watches in awe as his hand glows blindingly white. Will gasps softly as he feels the skin beneath his palm begin to knit itself seamlessly back together.

Encouraged, Will closes his eyes again and this time he imagines he can see Sonny’s spine, imagines that it’s broken, and pictures it putting itself back together like a puzzle. He has no idea if it will work, but he presses his hand harder against Sonny’s back and wills him to be okay.

The lights flicker and the machines beep frantically in response.

Kayla and Chad hurry back into the room at the sound of the chaos, and Chad locks the door behind him just to be safe that no one else walks in.

After another minute, the lights and the machines return to normal and Will slumps back against the pillows, completely exhausted. He has a pounding headache and his right arm is throbbing.

“Did it work?” Will asks, as Chad hands him a glass of water and places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“His vitals are all normal, but there’s no way to tell without an X-ray unless -” Kayla cuts herself off as Sonny begins to stir awake. “Sonny?” Kayla asks, switching tacks. “Can you hear me?”

“What happened?” Sonny asks groggily.

“Can you sit up for me?” Kayla asks, ignoring Sonny’s question.

Easily, and seemingly without pain, Sonny pushes himself into a sitting position and startles when he finds Will sitting next to him.

“Will?”

“Hey.”

“Can you move your legs for me?” Kayla asks.

Sonny furrows his brow, clearly confused, but obeys and stretches his legs out under the blanket.

“Good,” Kayla says with a smile and a barely-there nod at Will. “Now, can you tell me what you remember?”

Sonny squints, thinking. Then says, “I was in my office and I remember a pain in my back and then waking up here.”

Kayla nods but it’s Will who says, “You were stabbed in the back. Chad found you on the floor of your office. We think - we think it was Leo.”

Sonny sighs. “He came to see me earlier but then he left.”

“He was there when I found you,” Chad says.

Sonny shakes his head and rubs his hand over his eyes.

“Let’s give them some privacy, Chad,” Kayla says. “I’ll be back in a little bit to check you out some more but you seem to be fine.”

Kayla and Chad slip out of the room and Sonny turns to Will.

“How are you feeling?” Will asks, shifting to turn a little more towards Sonny.

“Perfectly fine. Why was Kayla asking me if I could move my legs?”

Will grimaces but tells Sonny the truth. “The knife severed one of the nerves in your spine. She thought you’d probably be paralyzed when you woke up.”

“But I’m not.”

“No.”

“Why?” Sonny asks, but Will suspects he already knows the answer.

“Because I healed you,” Will answers quietly.

Sonny sucks in a breath. “Is there a handprint?” Sonny whispers, shifting to turn his back to Will.

They’ve discussed it, what healing means to Will’s species, the connection it requires, and the handprint trace that lingers for days after a healing. Will’s never actually seen a healing done, his family opting more often than not to use the hospital and science for even life-threatening injuries, so he has no idea if the handprint story is real or just a myth.

But when Sonny turns around, Will breathes out a shocked huff of air. There, right over the smooth skin where Sonny’s wound was not even a half hour ago, is a glowing handprint.

Will touches the tips of his fingertips against it and Sonny jolts, gasping.

“Did I hurt you?” Will asks, snatching his hand away, alarmed.

“No,” Sonny assures quickly. “No. I felt...you.”

So that’s not a myth either, Will realizes. The handprint really is an emotional connection between the healer and the healed.

On a whim, Will bends his neck to place a soft kiss at the palm of the handprint. When Sonny moans in pleasure, Will brushes his lips feather-light across the rest of the handprint, from the palm up to each of the fingers.

Sonny’s head drops back against Will’s shoulder as Will outlines his handprint with his lips, his arms snaking around Sonny’s waist.

“That’s incredible,” Sonny says hoarsely.

“What’s it like?” Will asks, kissing his third path around the handprint.

“Like I can feel your heart beating next to mine.”

“Fuck,” Will mumbles against Sonny’s skin and in the next second Sonny has turned himself around and smashed his mouth against Will’s.

Surprised, Will catches Sonny, his hand meeting his own handprint on Sonny’s back. They gasp into each other’s mouths at the force of the intensity of the connection and Will, somehow, has just enough presence of mind to telekinetically lock the door before Kayla and Chad can return.

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danrdarrenc · 2 years

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58. playful kisses, such as, ‘‘i’m not going to kiss you.’’ ‘‘why?’’ ‘‘because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today’’

Will wakes to the sound of rain pounding against the roof and windows and opens his eyes to Sonny’s sleeping form.

Will’s lips curl up into the tiniest of smiles as his eyes trace over his husband’s face. Will has always thought Sonny beautiful, but there’s something about Sonny in sleep that is breathtaking. In ten years, Will has never tired of admiring Sonny’s face in sleep.

After a minute, Will shifts his head on his pillow, his face a breath away from Sonny’s, and closes his eyes to drift back to sleep.

When he wakes again an hour later, Will finds he has turned in his sleep, his back flush with Sonny’s chest, Sonny’s arm draped loosely over his waist. The rain is still relentless and now there is a howling wind.

Will yawns and Sonny mumbles, “Morning.”

“Morning,” Will says as he flips his body under Sonny’s arm so that they’re face-to-face.

“What time is it?” Sonny asks.

Will reaches his arm back to grab his phone from the nightstand. “Ten.”

“I don’t think I’ve slept until ten since college.”

“It’s the rain and Ari away at camp.”

Sonny hums in agreement and dips his head forward to kiss Will, but Will turns his face into the pillow.

Sonny startles.

“Sorry,” Will says with a snort. “I don’t think I can kiss you.”

Sonny frowns. “Is my morning breath worse than normal?”

Will grins. “No. I just don’t think we’ll be getting out of bed today if I kiss you.”

It takes Sonny a few seconds to register the meaning of Will’s words, but then his face splits into a slow grin. “Is that right?” Sonny teases.

Will laughs as his face heats. “Shut up.” Will shoves Sonny away from him as Sonny laughs.

“Just a quick kiss?” Sonny mock pouts, batting his eyelashes.

Will shakes his head in amusement and leans forward to peck Sonny’s lips. But Sonny grabs Will’s face before he can pull away and deepens the kiss. Will goes willingly, his body falling on top of Sonny’s as Sonny rolls over onto his back.

True to Will’s word, they don’t leave their bed that day except for food and the bathroom, instead enjoying a lazy Sunday of sex, sleep, and TV.

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danrdarrenc · 2 years

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82. whispering “i love you” in-between kisses

“Will? Are you here?” Sonny says quietly but frantically, the second he steps into the mausoleum.

“I’m here,” Will answers, slinking out of the shadows, his long leather coat whoosing behind him, every bit the demon he is.

Sonny breathes a sigh of relief and rushes to throw his arms around Will’s neck. Will’s arms wrap around his waist, tight and possessive, and Sonny feels Will breathe in his scent.

Sonny pulls away and fumbles for the vial in the pocket of his leather jacket.

“We don’t have much time,” Sonny tells Will. “I think Alex might have followed me. We have to do this now, if we’re going to do it.”

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Will asks.

Sonny nods, unstoppering the vial of potion. “If my brothers think you’re dead and that I killed you, it’ll hold off their suspicion, at least for awhile. Drink this.”

“What is it?” Will eyes the vial with suspicion.

“It’s a potion to make you untraceable. Tracking spells and scrying won’t be able to pick you up, so it’ll look like you’re dead.”

Will nods, takes the vial, and downs it in one gulp.

“What now?”

Sonny leans forward on his toes to press his lips against Will’s. Will makes a hungry sound and pulls Sonny closer by the waist, knocking Sonny off-balance. Sonny falls into Will’s chest, his arms flying arounds Will’s neck for purchase.

A twig breaks somewhere outside and Sonny pulls away, his head snapping around to peer through the open door. Why hadn’t he closed it when he came in? He swears under his breath.

“Okay. We have to do this now,” Sonny says anxiously, turning back to Will.

His heart is beating frantically in his chest. He doesn’t want to do this, but they have to do this, so he can buy time to convince his brothers that Will is no danger to them. It’s the only way they have a chance of being together at some point in the future.

“What do you need me to do?”

“Take off your coat and throw it on the ground,” Sonny instructs, pulling a second vial out of his jacket.

Will obeys, shucking his coat to the ground.

Sonny unstoppers the second vial and dumps it on Will’s coat.

“I need your hand,” Sonny says, pulling out a small dagger from his belt holster.

Will eyes it warily.

“I just need to slice your hand a little for blood, to activate the potion. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

Will holds his hand out obediently.

Sonny guides Will’s hand over the coat where it lies on the ground and carefully runs the dagger across Will’s palm. Will clenches his teeth as the knife slices his skin but he doesn’t cry out.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Sonny chants in apology, squeezing Will’s fingers closed to form a fist, so the blood will drip onto the coat.

As soon as the blood touches the wet spot potion on the coat, it hisses angrily, burning a hole through the coat. Smoke billows into the air, and fills the mausoleum with the acrid smell and ashy taste of burnt leather.

“Okay. That’s it. You’re vanquished,” Sonny says, as the hissing stops and the smoke fades away.

“You’re sure this will work?” Will asks, stepping around the ruin of his favorite leather coat to stand next to Sonny.

“Demons don’t usually leave behind coats when they’re vanquished, but I hope the evidence and no trace of you will be enough to convince them. It has to be,” Sonny says and rests his forehead against Will’s.

Sonny feels Will nod against his forehead and then Will’s lips against his. Sonny sighs into Will’s mouth, wrapping his arms around Will’s waist. Will’s arms snake around Sonny’s shoulders, trapping him in a tight embrace.

“I love you,” Sonny whispers against Will’s mouth when they break apart.

“I love you, too,” Will echoes, kissing Sonny again.

Sonny reluctantly pulls away and steps back. “You have to go.”

“You have the ring?” Will asks.

Sonny lifts his right hand, where it rests warm and comforting on his middle finger.

“Remember, when it burns it means I’m here waiting for you.”

Sonny nods. “And yours will go icy when I’m calling for you.”

Will swallows and stares at Sonny, not wanting to leave.

“Please go,” Sonny begs.

Will blows a kiss to Sonny and disappears into the shadows.

Swallowing his heart, Sonny picks up the ruined coat and disappears into the daylight.

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4. breaking the kiss, instantly pressing your lips back together

“I need you to be my boyfriend.”

"What?" Sonny asks, startled, looking up from his inventory book at Will who's slid onto a stool in front of the bar.

Will winces. "My mom and EJ are getting remarried in Italy next week. I told her I was coming with a plus one so she would stop nagging me. But, uh, I don't actually have a plus one and if I go alone she'll start asking me all kinds of questions about what happened."

"So, you want me to be your plus one."

Will grins sheepishly. "Please? If you don't mind," Will pleads. "They paid for two tickets for me. It's only a week. Ben can look after the club, right?"

"Won't Chad and Abby and your grandparents be there? They know we're not dating."

"I'll talk to them. Get them to play along. Please, Sonny. I really can't take a week of my mom hounding me about boys."

Sonny sighs. He knows Sami and he knows the dangers of having a pestering and persistent mother. "Alright," Sonny agrees against his better judgment.

Will grins, wide and bright, and hops onto the bars of his stool to bend over the bar to kiss Sonny's cheek. "Thank you so much! You're the best! We leave Saturday at noon."

As he watches Will leave, Sonny is absolutely certain this is going to be a disaster.

* * * * * * *

"So what are you comfortable with?" Will asks halfway through the flight.

"What?" Sonny looks up from his book to look at Will.

"The fake dating! What are you comfortable with? Holding hands? Cheek kisses? Light pecks?"

Sonny shrugs. "Sure. That's all fine. I don't mind."

"You're sure?" Will asks. "If I thought that we could get away with none of it, I would. But my mom will see right through it if we don't do PDA."

Sonny snorts in amusement. He's known Sami his whole life. He knows Will is right. "Yeah. It's all fine. I promise. I don't have a problem giving Sami a show."

Will grins and turns back to the story he's writing.

* * * * * * * *

Their trip to Florence starts with a thunderstorm. The sky opens just as they exit the airport and they get drenched in warm, summer rain as they run to the limo waiting for them in the long queue of cars at the Arrivals.

"Excellent start," Sonny says as they slide into the backseat.

Will laughs. "Let's hope it's not an omen."

The drive to Sami and EJ’s villa is surprisingly short. Within twenty minutes, the limo is pulling through wrought-iron gates into a vast driveway lined with tall cypress trees.

Sami and EJ greet them with umbrellas and usher them inside while two footmen retrieve their bags from the limo.

As soon as they're in the foyer, Sami turns on them. "Sonny is your plus one? Why didn't you tell me you were dating!" Sami smacks Will on the arm.

Will laughs nervously. "It's, uh. It's pretty new. I didn't want to jinx anything until we were sure it was going somewhere," Will answers, smiling softly at Sonny and lacing their fingers together.

On a whim, Sonny kisses Will’s cheek. Will blushes and Sonny’s stomach does a funny little twist.

"Well, I'm so happy for you!" Sami says with a huge grin, pulling them both into a hug.

Just then, Allie, Johnny, and their respective wives arrive at the same time, distracting Sami and EJ. Sydney is already there, waving from where she’s seated on the staircase leading to the second floor of bedrooms.

Will lets out a relieved sigh. "One week," Will mutters, and Sonny grins, as a servant shows them to their room.

"There's only one bed," Will says when they’re left alone to unpack. "Of course there's only one bed. What was I thinking doing this charade? This is ridiculous. I'll just tell her and they'll give you another room."

"Wil!!" Sonny steps into Will's sightline and grabs Will's face with his hands to focus him. "It's okay. I don't mind sharing."

"You're absolutely sure?"

Sonny nods. "Remember when we used to have sleepovers when we were kids? It'll be just like that."

Will scoffs but smiles and Sonny lets go of his face.

"I owe you so much for this. Thank you again, Sonny."

"You had me at 'free trip to Italy'."

Will grins and hauls his suitcase onto the bed to unpack.

Dinner that night is thankfully just them, Allie and her wife, Johnny and his wife, Sydney, and Chad and Abby. EJ and Sami are off doing last-minute food testing at the caterers and John, Marlena, Roman, and Kate are off getting dinner by themselves. Still, Will drapes his arm over the back of Sonny’s chair when they’re done eating, his fingers absentmindedly scratching through Sonny’s hair.

It feels amazing and, mixed with the two glasses of wine he’s had, Sonny is in danger of falling asleep from the sensation. But he manages to stay awake listening to Johnny’s wild and most likely wildly exaggerated tales of actors he’s met on his quest to become the next Quentin Tarantino, and unconsciously leans into Will’s side, his hand falling on Will’s thigh under the table.

Just as they’re all getting ready to head up to their respective rooms, Sonny sees Chad and Abby sharing a strangely knowing smile, their eyes flicking over to where Will and Sonny are standing holding hands.

“What?” Sonny mouths at them but they just shake their heads.

“Nothing,” Chad says quietly in his ear when they hug goodnight. “You and Will just seem happy.”

Sonny furrows his brow, not sure what Chad means, but then Abby is also hugging him goodnight and Chad has moved on to Will, and Sonny doesn’t get a chance to ask him to elaborate.

“Are you sure this isn’t weird?” Will asks an hour later when they’re settled in bed for the night, facing each other.

“Sharing a bed?” Sonny asks with a slow grin.

Will nods against his pillow.

“No. It’s kind of nice actually. It’s been a long time since I shared a bed with someone.”

“Yeah,” Will agrees. “Me too.” Neither of them has had a serious boyfriend in almost three years.

They lapse into quiet for a minute, just staring at each other, until Sonny says, “You know what I miss most about being with someone? Sleeping with them.”

Will quirks a crooked smile.

“Not like that!” Sonny says with a laugh. “I mean actually sleeping. I miss those moments before you fall asleep when you’re cuddling, and the sound of their heartbeat and the feel of their arms around you or them in your arms lulls you into unconsciousness. Hook-ups don’t usually like cuddling and it’s not the same as with someone you love anyway. That probably sounds stupid,” Sonny adds as an afterthought.

“No it doesn’t,” Will assures him immediately. “You’re right. It’s not the same and I miss that too. Jason never wanted to cuddle. After sex, before bed, even on the couch,” Will adds after a beat, his eyes darkening and his mouth twisting sourly at the memory of his last relationship, which was bad and ended even worse.

“Neil did though,” Sonny replies. “I remember you were always cuddling, even when we were in public.”

“Yeah.” Will’s lips curl up a little at the memory of his college boyfriend, even though the break up was rough. “You’re one to talk. You were always in Paul’s arms.”

Sonny’s face heats at the mention of his high school sweetheart, but he smiles softly and nods. “Brian hated it though.”

“Stupid boys who don’t like cuddling,” Will deadpans.

Sonny shakes with laughter and buries his face in his pillow. When he comes up for air, Will is grinning at him, and his heart does a little flop in his chest that he chooses to ignore.

“Wanna cuddle?” Will asks.

Sonny nods and shuffles closer to Will, who lifts up his arm in invitation. Sonny slides into the space Will makes for him and pillows his head on Will’s shoulder.

His head still fuzzy from the wine and the food, the comforting weight of Will’s arms around him almost immediately lulls Sonny towards unconsciousness and he swears he feels Will kiss his hair just as he falls into sleep.

* * * * * * * *

Sonny blinks awake to the sound of water running. Will’s side of the bed is empty. He must be in the shower, getting ready for the day.

Sonny stretches lazily thinking about how nice it had felt falling asleep in Will’s arms. Safe and warm, like home. He hadn’t quite realized how much he’d missed falling asleep wrapped up in someone else until he had it again.

Sonny curls into the empty side of the bed, the memory of Will’s arms around him, and buries his face in the pillow. It smells like Will, woodsy and minty at the same time. Sonny’s lips curve into a small smile and his eyes droop closed again.

“Morning,” Will says, waking Sonny from his doze.

Sonny opens his eyes to find Will fresh out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist and his chest sparkling with the droplets of water dripping from his hair.

Sonny blinks rapidly and swallows against his suddenly dry mouth.

“Morning,” Sonny says, a beat too late. “You could have woken me earlier.”

Will shrugs, turning to rummage in one of the drawers for clothes. “You looked peaceful. I thought I’d let you sleep.”

Sonny smiles softly, ignoring the swooping in his stomach.

“We’re meeting everyone downstairs for breakfast in a half hour,” Will says, disappearing back into the bathroom to get dressed.

“Okay,” Sonny says and slides out of bed.

At breakfast, Sami grills them about when they first started dating and how it happened.

“Uh. I don’t know. Two months ago,” Will answers, looking at Sonny for confirmation.

Sonny nods and Will continues with the story they’d come up with on the plane.

“It’s not really an exciting story. We were at the movies one day just the two of us and we looked at each other and decided it was a date.” Will shrugs and twines their fingers together atop the table for effect.

Will smiles softly at Sonny and Sonny can’t help but smile back.

The rest of the day passes uneventfully, the guests who have already arrived free to do as they please while the remaining guests make their way to the villa. Tomorrow, Sami and EJ are treating everyone to a tour of the vineyard five miles from their villa.

Will and Sonny spend the day exploring Florence with Allie, Johnny, and their wives, visiting museums (David is the largest statute Sonny has ever seen), eating delectable food, and drinking wine with ice cream.

Since they’re in the presence of Will’s siblings, they walk around the city holding hands, and it feels so natural, his hand fitting so perfectly in Will’s, that Sonny can’t remember why they haven’t been doing it for years. The selfies they take are of their faces squished cheek-to-cheek, Sonny kissing Will’s cheek, and one of them half-kissing, half-looking at the camera, both of them grinning, their lips just meeting at the corners.

But as he looks at the photos in his camera roll later as Will is brushing his teeth, Sonny thinks his favorite is the candid that Allie took of Will staring at him adoringly. The others were staged, part of their charade, proof of a relationship that doesn’t exist, but this one - this one was real. Sonny doesn’t want to examine too closely what that might mean, but his heart goes a little tight in his chest and his stomach flip-flops in a way that he chooses to ignore.

“It’ll be like a scene from a Jane Austen novel,” Will says as he slips into bed.

“Huh?” Sonny asks, his attention snapping away from his phone.

“The hosts taking everyone out on an excursion,” Will clarifies.

“Like the disaster picnic in Emma,” Sonny adds, remembering that Will is talking about the trip to the vineyard tomorrow.

Will chuckles. “So far this week has not been the nightmare I was expecting.”

“It’s only been a day,” Sonny comments.

“It’s only been a day,” Will agrees as he puts on the TV. “Want to watch something?”

“The Devil Wears Prada? It is what we saw on our first date,” Sonny teases.

Will grins, finds the movie on Netflix, and presses play. They curl into each other as they watch quietly, and Will’s head drops onto Sonny’s shoulder halfway through, Will’s breathing deep and slow.

Sonny smiles to himself and once again ignores the swooping in his belly and the quick pitter-patter of his heart.

* * * * * * * *

The trip to the vineyard is a disaster.

It starts peacefully, Will and Sonny again walking around hand-in-hand, admiring along with everyone else the grape fields and enjoying their wine tasting. But an hour into the visit, half of the guests are drunk and the indoor storeroom is too small to hold the fifty person party.

Will and Sonny aren’t sure how it happens but suddenly Johnny and Chad are brawling, knocking into other people and into the shelves. Three bottles of aged and expensive wine come crashing to the floor, shattering and spilling, before John and EJ are able to pull Johnny and Chad apart.

Sami apologizes to the owner profusely as they’re ushered out the door and Sonny knows that EJ will be paying for the broken bottles and that it will be a long time before they can show their faces here again.

“Well, that went about as well as expected,” Will says an hour later, as they make their way to the pool behind the villa.

“Did Chad or Johnny say anything about what happened?”

Will shakes his head. “Neither of them is talking.”

“Weird.”

Will shrugs and asks, “Do my back?”

“What?”

“My back?” Will repeats, holding out a bottle of suntan lotion. “I’ll be a lobster in a second if I don’t put it on.”

“Remember that time in summer camp you got so red from the sun the other kids started calling you Clifford, the Big Red Dog?” Sonny says, taking the sunscreen and rubbing it into Will’s shoulders and along his back.

Sonny resolutely ignores the feel of Will’s muscles under his fingers or the soft little noise Will makes when Sonny massages his shoulders.

“I wouldn’t go in the sun for three summers after that!”

Sonny laughs and hands Will the bottle back.

“Want me to do you?” Will asks.

Sonny blinks, panicked, before he realizes what Will means. “Uh. Sure. Thanks.”

Sonny turns around. His face flames the second Will’s hands are on him and he thinks that maybe he can’t ignore his reactions to Will anymore. But he tries valiantly nonetheless and he has a lovely rest of the day, with just Will as company.

* * * * * * * *

The next three days they spend running around Florence on various errands for the wedding. Sami has a habit of incessantly changing her mind on decorations, food, and party favors that has them and half the vendors in the city scrambling in time for the wedding.

Thankfully, they and everyone else are so busy that they don’t have much necessity to pretend to be dating, so their touching is minimal and Sonny can continue to ignore the niggling at the back of his mind.

But on the morning of the wedding, Sonny blinks awake to the sun illuminating Will sleeping next to him, and the sight is breathtaking. Will has been up every morning before Sonny this week, so Sonny hasn’t had the opportunity to see him sleeping.

Will looks beautiful like this, the sun peeking through the curtains making Will’s blonde hair shine golden and softening the features of his face. Sonny itches to trace his fingers along the shape of Will’s eyebrows, the planes of his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, but he resists the temptation.

As his eyes memorize the picture, Sonny thinks that he could get used to waking up to this, could get used to falling asleep in Will’s arms, that he would like nothing more than to live in this moment for the rest of his life. The thought hits Sonny so forcefully, combining with his unusual reactions to Will’s closeness this week, and Sonny can no longer deny that he’s in love with his best friend.

Sonny slips quietly out of bed, careful not to wake Will, and makes his way into the bathroom to take a shower. He undresses slowly, his mind a riot of memories and thoughts.

His mind focuses first on this week, all the ways that they’ve pretended they’re together: the little cheek kisses, the soft smiles at each other, the hand holding, the photos. And the one way time they haven’t pretended: sleeping. In the privacy of their bedroom, there was no one to see them, and no need for them to pretend. But they’d slept curled up in each other every night this week anyway, and Sonny’s felt the most rested he’s felt in a really long time.

It’s all felt so natural and so good that Sonny never stopped to question why.

As he steps in the shower, Sonny thinks about other things too:

Seeing Will has always been a highlight of his day, ever since they were kids, but none more so than the last few years since they’ve both been single. Sonny’s been lonely since he broke it off with Brian, he’s known that for awhile, but whenever Will walked into his coffee shop after that, his day got a little bit better, his loneliness a little less, and the rest of the day he’d usually spend smiling, thinking about the conversation they’d had, or laughing to himself about some stupid joke Will had made.

He remembers that time at the beginning of their sophomore year of college right after he’d broken up with Paul because they were living halfway across the country from each other and it wasn’t working. He and Will were roommates and he’d spent nearly every free minute with Will in the aftermath of his break up, trying to mend his broken heart, but then Will started dating Neil, and Sonny had been irrationally jealous. At the time, he’d thought it had been about Will having someone else to spend his time with, and leaving Sonny to wallow in his heartbreak. But what if it hadn’t been about that at all?

As the water cascades over him, he thinks about those late nights they spent tucked into one of their beds watching trashy shows and movies on Will’s laptop, eating popcorn or ice cream. He thinks about meeting Will for lunch when they shared free time and Will waiting for him after class to walk back to their dorm together. He thinks about all the times they sat in the library quietly studying together, and all the ways Will cared for him that year, even after he started going out with Neil.

It had felt so nice being cared for by Will, and he remembers missing it desperately when Will and Neil got serious, and Neil took up more and more of Will’s time and space. As he rubs shampoo into his hair, he distinctly remembers the pit in his stomach he carried with him everywhere as his time with Will dwindled and he spent more and more nights going to sleep alone in an empty dorm room.

Had he been in love with Will then and just not realized it?

He remembers the day that Neil broke up with Will. It was a week before graduation and Will had stumbled into their half-empty dorm room in tears. Alarmed, Sonny had gotten the story out of Will. Neil had accepted a job in Atlanta and he’d decided unilaterally that Will shouldn’t move with him, even though Will could have easily found a journalism job there. Sonny remembers as clear as if it had happened yesterday, that he had seriously considered murdering Neil, as they’d sat on Sonny’s bed, Will sobbing in his arms.

As he absentmindedly rubs soap over his arms, Sonny knows that he hated Jason. He hated Jason for the way that he treated Will, always snapping and sniping at him, belittling him, making Will shrink into half the person he is. Will never smiled during his relationship with Jason, and Sonny hated that he could never get Will to smile even when Jason wasn’t around.

He’d thought that he’d just hated that Jason was an asshole and that Will didn’t deserve to be treated that way, but he also distinctly remembers that time at the Horton Town Square New Year’s Eve party when Jason had made Will cry, and Sonny had thought to himself that, if he was dating Will, he would never make Will cry.

Oh.

Sonny bangs his head against the shower wall. He’s pretty sure he’s been in love with Will since college and he’s been too stupid to see it.

Sonny lets his panic subside to a minimum before turning off the shower and emerging from the bathroom.

Will is awake and rummaging through his drawer when Sonny steps back into the bedroom.

“Oh great. You’re out,” Will says, turning his head to look at Sonny, and then turning back to the drawer. A second later, he closes the door and clutches a pair of underwear, khaki shorts and a polo shirt to his chest. “We have breakfast in a half hour and then three hours before we have to meet in the garden for pictures.”

“I’m doing pictures?”

“Duh. You’re my boyfriend!” Will says with a smile and Sonny’s heart flip-flops. This time he does not ignore it. “Or y’know,” Will says, clearing his throat, once he realizes what he’s said. “My mom and EJ think you are.”

“It’s fine, Will,” Sonny says, because it is, and because he likes the idea that this week of dating Will will be immortalized, and Sonny can forever pretend that it was real.

“You’re the best,” Will says, squeezing his hand as walks by into the bathroom.

Sonny closes his eyes and prays for the strength to get through today without doing something stupid like confessing his love.

* * * * * * * *

Breakfast is uneventful and they spend the next two hours with Chad and Abby who keep shooting them looks every so often. Sonny thinks back to what Chad had said earlier in the week and wonders if maybe Chad and Abby have known about his feelings all along. He doesn’t ask them, because he doesn’t want to know if he’s been obvious for years to everyone but himself.

Pictures are also surprisingly uneventful. Will and Sonny stand where they’re told and Sami shockingly doesn’t make a fuss about anything. But Sonny spends the hour trying not to faint from how good Will looks in his tuxedo and from the overwhelmingly delicious aroma of his cologne.

Once, when they’re not in pictures but they’re standing close anyway for the ruse, Will catches on to Sonny’s tension.

“Hey? You okay,” Will asks, and gently cups his cheek with one of his hands.

Sonny breathes in sharply at the contact, his new understanding of his feelings making every touch now unbearable and devastating.

“Yeah. Just a little hot,” Sonny says with a smile he hopes isn’t a grimace.

“We should be done soon,” Will says and drops his hand from Sonny’s face. Sonny nearly cries, his cheek burning with the phantom touch of Will’s palm.

Sonny nods and, five minutes later, they’re ushered inside to dawdle for a half hour until the guests begin making their way into the garden for the ceremony.

“I’ll see you after, yeah?” Will says, with another squeeze of his hand, as he follows Chad fifteen minutes before ceremony time to line up for the wedding processional.

Sonny watches him go and Abby sidles up to him. “It’s not pretend for you, is it?”

Sonny sighs. “It was,” Sonny answers honestly. “I only just realized...” Sonny trails off, unable to say the words aloud.

She looks at him pityingly. “You should tell him.”

Sonny swivels his head to look at his cousin, alarmed. “It’d ruin our friendship.”

“How do you know that?” she challenges. “How do you know he doesn’t feel the same?”

Sonny blinks at her. He hadn’t even considered the possibility that Will might have feelings for him too.

“You should tell him,” Abby repeats with a kind smile and a hand on his back.

“I’ll think about it,” Sonny placates as he follows her back out to the garden to grab their seats.

The ceremony goes off without a hitch and Sami and EJ are remarried a half hour later, although Sonny doesn’t process anything that’s said, including the vows, because he’s too busy imagining himself at the altar with Will and panicking about it.

Will finds him at the cocktail bar.

“Ceremony was great,” Sonny says, and he hopes that it was.

“Yeah. Surprisingly uneventful for Mom,” Will chuckles.

Sonny grins and they eat too many hors d’oeuvres. By the time they’re led to the covered area where the dinner and dancing will be, they’re already full and already half drunk.

“I’m so glad I don’t have to make a speech,” Will whispers to him when Johnny, the best man, is announced after they’ve had their fill of their appetizers and meals.

"Wanna dance?" Will asks when the speech is over and the music starts up again. He stands up and holds his hand out to Sonny.

"Sure," Sonny agrees, sliding his hand into Will's.

They find their way to an empty spot on the dance floor. It’s a slow song and Will’s arms fall naturally around Sonny’s neck. Sonny’s hands rest lightly on Will’s hips as they begin swaying to the music filling the garden.

“It’s really beautiful here,” Sonny says, because it’s the truth and because he needs a distraction from focusing on slow dancing with Will. “I can see why they don’t want to come back to Salem.”

“Yeah,” Will agrees. “I always thought their drama was just because they were Sami and EJ, y’know? But I think maybe it’s being Sami and EJ in Salem that’s their problem. Too many landmines. Plus, I think they like being on the same continent as Johnny and Sydney.”

“I guess they’re the favorite kids, huh?” Sonny jokes.

Will laughs, his eyes sparkling. “I don’t mind. I was the only kid for thirteen years. I like not having Mom around to nag me all the time. And I’m pretty sure Allie doesn’t mind either.”

“So sucks for Johnny and Sydney then?” Sonny says with a crooked smile.

Will throws his head back with laughter, his shoulders shaking with amusement.

They dance in silence for few songs after that, mostly swaying in place to their own rhythm. At one point, Will tightens his arms around Sonny’s neck and they end up dancing cheek-to-cheek.

Sonny swallows thickly, his heart beating a rapid and unsteady beat against his ribcage. Sonny closes his eyes and wills himself to remember that this is a charade, that they’re not actually dating, that Will doesn’t love him.

But it feels so good having Will in his arms, and Will’s arms around his neck, their cheeks pressed together, and Sonny fails miserably at remembering the truth, choosing instead to pretend just for a few minutes that this is real.

They come to a stop as the music fades out, the emcee announcing cake is making its way to the tables.

Will pulls his face away from Sonny’s so they’re looking at each other and Will’s gaze is so intense it steals Sonny’s breath away. They stare at each other for a long beat, the air between them suddenly charged and tense in a way it wasn’t even when they were dancing.

Will’s eyes flick down to Sonny’s mouth and back up to his face in quick succession. Sonny’s heart skitters in his chest as Will leans his face in and it’s all too much, too real and yet not, and Sonny pulls away like he’s been shocked.

“I’m - sorry,” Sonny mutters, and hurries away, leaving Will staring after him.

Five minutes later, Will finds him at the shore of the lake that sits on the edge of Sami and EJ's property. The setting sun is a burning pink on the edge of the horizon, silhouetting Sonny's shape in the water.

"Hey," Sonny says when Will is beside him.

"Hey."

"Sorry if I made things weird back there," Sonny says, turning his face to Will.

"I was going to say the same thing."

"You were?"

Will nods, turning his face to watch the sun sink lower into the horizon. "I shouldn't have tried to kiss you. I'm sorry. It felt right in the moment, like something boyfriends would do. And we had agreed that light kissing was okay."

Sonny sighs and swallows his heart, turning his face back to the lake. "The charade. Right."

Will must catch some hint of bitterness in his voice because he says, "Sonny?"

"You're right. We did agree that light kissing was okay. It's just. That was before I -" Sonny starts to explain but cuts himself off, afraid that finishing the rest of his sentence might cause irreparable damage.

"Before you what?" Will asks.

The sense of urgency in Will's voice makes Sonny turn his whole body to face him and he finds Will already turned towards him.

Sonny takes a deep breath. "Before I realized that I have feelings for you."

The words hang in the air between them, caught on the light breeze over the lake.

"You do?" Will asks, mouth parting slightly in surprise.

"I think I have for a long time," Sonny confesses. "I just didn't realize it or want to admit it because we've been friends our whole lives and I didn't want to ruin that."

"Me either," Will says, a look of relief on his face and his shoulders sag like a weight has been lifted off them.

"What?"

"I've been in love with you since high school, Sonny."

"You have?"

Will nods earnestly.

“What about Neil?” Sonny asks, because he can still feel Will shaking apart in his arms from their break up.

“I loved him,” Will concedes. “I loved him a lot and he broke my heart. But I loved you before him and I loved you even when I loved him. And I definitely loved you after him. I never said anything because I didn’t think you felt the same and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Sonny can’t breathe. "And asking me to this week with you?"

"It wasn't a plot or anything, I promise. I really just needed a date to keep my mom from setting me up with someone and I thought you would enjoy the vacation. I thought that my feelings for you had maybe finally gone away but this trip made it clear that they haven't. I tried to kiss you when we were dancing because I really wanted to."

Sonny's mouth stretches into a slow grin. Abby was right. Sonny wonders if she knew Will loved him too but didn’t want to break a confidence.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'd also really like to kiss you right now,” Will says, his eyes flickering down to Sonny’s mouth again.

Sonny takes a step towards Will, closing the distance between them, and settles his hands on Will's hips, an echo of the dance they just shared.

Will's arms snake around Sonny's neck, his hands cradling the back of Sonny's head, a soft smile curving Will's lips.

Heart rabbiting in his chest, Sonny presses their lips together in a soft kiss. They kiss close-mouthed for a beat, just lips against lips, testing this new and uncharted territory of their relationship.

Overwhelmed, Sonny breaks the kiss to catch his breath, but Will has other ideas, his lips chasing Sonny's, catching Sonny's mouth in another kiss almost as soon as Sonny has broken away.

Sonny’s lips part in surprise and Will takes it as an invitation to slip his tongue into Sonny’s mouth. Sonny whimpers, his own tongue darting into Will’s mouth, and he slides his arms around Will’s waist to pull him closer.

They kiss for a long time, the warm, evening breeze rustling the trees around them and the sounds of birds darting down to fish in the lake mixing with the soft music drifting over to them from the reception.

Sonny lets his forehead fall against Will’s when they break apart for air, his eyes still closed. “I love you,” Sonny whispers into the space between them, and it feels so good to say it out loud.

“I love you too,” Will replies quietly, and Sonny’s heart skitters in his chest, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering happily.

After a beat, Will asks, “Have dinner with me?”

“What?” Sonny says with a breath of laughter, pulling his face away to look at Will.

“When we get back to Salem. Have dinner with me. I want to do this for real. You and me.”

Sonny grins again, slow and wide, his cheeks hurting from the force of it. “Okay. Yes. I’ll have dinner with you when we get back to Salem.”

“Good,” Will says, a smile splitting his face, and he ducks his face forward to capture Sonny’s lips again in a quick, nipping kiss.

“We should probably go back,” Sonny says. “Your mom is going to start noticing we’re missing.”

“Eh. She’ll probably think we’re off having amazing sex somewhere.”

Sonny howls with laughter.

“We should go back though,” Will agrees and drops his arms from Sonny’s neck.

Will holds a hand out in invitation in the space between them and Sonny lets go of Will’s waist to take it.

They lace their fingers together and walk back up to the party, hand-in-hand, but this time it’s for real.

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96. kissing your lover’s tears away

Sonny’s on the bed finishing a report for Titan, his computer propped on a pillow on his lap, when the door opens and Will walks in.

“Hey. How was the wedding?”

Will sighs deeply, dropping his house key onto the TV stand dresser, and sits down heavily on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Even staring at his back, Sonny feels like Will has aged twenty years in three hours.

“Will?”

Sonny closes his computer and deposits it on his nightstand before sliding forward on the bed to sit next to Will. He cups the back of Will’s head gently. “What happened?”

Will lifts his face from his hands and sighs wearily again. His eyes are red-rimmed and dull when he looks at Sonny. “It was my dad.”

“What was?”

“It was my dad who kidnapped my mom,” Will says flatly.

“What?” Sonny asks, alarmed.

Will scrubs his hand over his face. “When I was helping my dad get ready earlier I noticed he had a big bandage on his hand. He told me he fell off the wagon a couple weeks ago, went on a bender with no memory of what happened. I ran into Chad after and told him I was worried about it. I guess something about that conversation triggered something in Chad because he came bursting into the church to accuse my dad of killing Abby.”

“Why would Lucas kill Abby? She’s his niece.”

“Because Abby knew that Dad had kidnapped Mom.”

Sonny stares at Will, not sure what to say.

Will continues, almost absentmindedly. “So Chad was raging about my dad killing Abby and Chad exposed the truth about the kidnapping. My dad tried to deny it at first but he - he admitted it. Said he did it to save Mom from EJ because he loved her so much.” Will’s voice cracks at the end and his eyes go glassy with unshed tears.

“I’m so sorry, Will.”

Sonny holds his arms out, offering a hug. Will falls into them willingly, his own arms going around Sonny’s waist, and buries his face in Sonny’s shoulder. After a little bit, Sonny repositions them, falling sideways onto the bed, Will falling with him, one of each of their arms tucked underneath them.

Will pulls his head back to look at Sonny. “It was horrible, Sonny,” Will whispers. “My mom gave this whole speech about what it was like being trapped there, not knowing if she was going to live or die or ever see us again.”

Sonny’s fingers pet Will’s hair comfortingly.

“My parents have done awful things to each other my whole life. But this. This feels different.”

Sonny nods and shifts to close the little gap between them when he realizes Will is crying.

“I’d stopped wanting my parents together because I thought Mom was always going to pick EJ,” Will says, staring past Sonny. “But listening to their vows, I started to get that old feeling back, the one from when I was a kid, when I wanted so desperately for them to be together. I thought this might be it. Might finally be their time.”

Will sighs again and it feels like Will has just come home from war.

Heart hurting for Will, Sonny presses lips against Will’s in an effort to take away his pain in any way he can. Will accepts the kiss and wraps his arms tighter around Sonny. There’s no heat in the kiss, Will too weary and upset for anything sexual, but it’s desperate nonetheless, Will taking from Sonny’s mouth the comfort he needs.

When they break apart, Will’s eyes are closed and he lets his forehead fall against Sonny’s. “Thanks,” Will mutters and some of the tension he’d been holding in his body seems to have lessened.

“Do you want to try to get some sleep?” Sonny asks.

Will nods against Sonny’s forehead.

“Come on. Let’s get you undressed,” Sonny says, tapping Will’s head lightly to get him to move.

Will takes a deep breath to steady himself and lets Sonny pull him off the bed to get ready for bed.

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31. kitchen counter make-outs

The stove is sizzling when Will pads into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"What're you doing?" Will asks, coming up behind Sonny and sliding his arms around Sonny's waist, hooking his chin over Sonny's shoulder.

Sonny deflates in his arms. "I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed for your birthday."

Will grins, though Sonny can't see it, and drops a sweet kiss to the crook of Sonny's neck. "Are you making pancakes from scratch?" Will asks, taking in the mess of eggshells, half-used sticks of butter, open bags of flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt, measuring cups, whisks, spoons, and bowls scattered over the majority of their counter space.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," Sonny pouts, turning around in Will's arms and draping his own around Will's neck. "We aren't meeting Gabi and Ari until this afternoon. I thought we could spend the morning in bed."

Will smiles, kissing Sonny softly. "You know, my mom tried to make pancakes from scratch once," Will says.

"Tried?"

Will laughs. "Yeah. My dad started making fun of her terrible kitchen skills and they ended up in a food fight. I came out of my bedroom and the entire apartment was covered in flour and sugar, including my parents."

Sonny grins and turns back around to attend to the pancake batter frying in the pan.

Will leans against the counter next to the stove to watch him. "Where did you learn to cook and bake?"

"My mom, mostly. But I took a couple Home Ec classes in high school and college."

"Did you really?" Will asks, amused. "I didn't even know they still teach that stuff."

Sonny nods. "I always knew I wanted to open my own business and I thought it might be useful."

"Well, I for one am very grateful, because those look and smell delicious," Will says, kissing Sonny's cheek before sliding into his chair at the kitchen table.

"Happy birthday," Sonny says a minute later, placing a stack of fresh pancakes in front of Will, a single candle sticking up.

"Thank you," Will says, lips curved into a soft smile. He closes his eyes, makes a wish, and blows out the candle. "Mmmm. And they taste delicious too," Will adds, after his first bite.

"What they don't teach you in Home Ec is that the clean up from baking and cooking is almost not worth it," Sonny says, twenty minutes later, staring at the mess of the kitchen.

"I'll help."

"It's your birthday!" Sonny protests.

"I really don't mind," Will says.

Sonny sighs. "Okay. It'll go faster if it's both of us."

"Maybe not," Will says, a glint in his eyes.

"What?" Sonny asks, confused, just as Will swipes a bit a flour onto his nose.

"You've got flour on your nose," Will announces with a crooked smile.

"Yeah. Well, you've got sugar on your face," Sonny retorts, smearing powdered sugar across Will's cheek.

Will gasps. "It's on!" and suddenly they're flinging sugar and flour into the air, running around the kitchen chasing each other.

They laugh as they dodge throws, shriek at flour and sugar meeting their targets, and slip on the mess of the floor, as they grab each other to smear the powders across each other's faces, sprinkle them in each other's hair.

Eventually, Sonny catches Will in his arms, pressing him back against the sole countertop devoid of bowls and utensils but nevertheless covered with the sugar and flour explosion, both of them breathless with laughter.

It reminds Will of that day, what feels like a hundred years ago, when they chased each other around Sonny's old apartment with a can of silly string.

Will drapes his arms around Sonny's shoulders. "I'm sorry. I couldn't resist," Will says, grinning.

"I was going to do it, if you hadn't," Sonny admits.

Will laughs, bright and loud. "We should clean up properly."

"I'll do it."

"No! That's ridiculous. It's my mess too!"

"Consider it my birthday gift to you."

"Well, then," Will relents easily, hopping to sit on the counter.

Sonny scoffs and shakes his head in amusement, moving to grab paper towels.

"No!" Will laughs, catching Sonny's hand. "I'm kidding. I'll help you. C'mere first though."

Will pulls Sonny into the space between his legs, his arms falling around Sonny's neck again. Sonny's hands splay on the counter either side of Will, bracketing Will in his arms.

Will leans his face down to steal a kiss from Sonny's lips, Sonny's face tipped up to meet his mouth. Will loves kissing like this, when there's a height difference between them, so different from their usualness of being equal.

Sonny's hands find Will hips, anchoring him in place, Will's legs wrapping loosely around Sonny's knees, pinning him against the counter.

Sonny's tongue laps at Will's mouth, deepening the kiss, and Will tastes the sweet, stickiness of the syrup they'd had with their pancakes mixed with the soft, powdery sweetness of the sugar and flour they both have smeared all across their faces.

Will's fingers curl into Sonny's hair, as he tilts his head to change the angle, to twist his tongue around Sonny's differently, to better taste their breakfast and their food fight on Sonny's lips.

Eventually, they break apart, foreheads pressed unevenly against each other.

"Thank you for this," Will says quietly into the space between them. "I love you."

"Love you too."

"C'mon. Let's clean up and get showered. We're meeting the girls soon."

Sonny nods and pulls away to start the process of clearing their mess.

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99. hungry kisses and ripped apart clothes

“How long do we have?” Sonny asks, gasping into Will’s mouth as his back hits the door, his hands pushing the purple-and-gold blazer off of Will’s shoulders.

“Five minutes, ten tops, before the concealment charm fades and your friends find us,” Will answers, shaking his arms to help Sonny remove his blazer the rest of the way.

Will’s mouth is back on Sonny’s even before the blazer falls to the floor with a light thud, his hands clawing at Sonny’s T-shirt even before Sonny has his arms out of his own leather jacket.

“Better be quick then,” Sonny says, when they break the kiss to pull his T-shirt over his head. “Why do you wear so many fucking layers?” Sonny mutters, annoyed, as his fingers scrabble to unbutton Will’s waistcoat.

“It makes this part more fun,” Will answers with a smirk, expertly unbuckling Sonny’s belt.

“Not when we only have five minutes,” Sonny replies with a huff and grabs the edges of the waistcoat and pulls. The buttons pop as the waistcoat comes loose.

“Hey! That was my favorite!” Will says indignantly, but he lets go of Sonny’s now unbuckled belt to shuck off his ruined waistcoat.

“Shouldn’t have worn so many layers then,” Sonny retorts, his hands going to Will’s collar.

Before Sonny can rip the shirt, Will waves his hand and the rest of their clothing is laying on the floor, a discarded mess.

“You couldn’t have done that two minutes ago?!”

“I told you. More fun,” Will says.

Sonny swears under his breath before crashing his lips against Will’s again, as Will spins them to the floor, Sonny’s back landing on a pile of pillows that definitely was not there two seconds ago.

Will’s lips are bruising against his, his own lips claiming Will’s hungrily, as Will pushes quickly but gently inside Sonny, the cold of magicked lubricant tingling Sonny’s thighs.

Sonny wraps his legs around Will’s waist pulling him deeper inside, urging Will to go faster, harder.

The door bangs open five minutes later, Sonny’s team of demon hunters filing in weapons at the ready, just as Will has magicked their clothes back on and vanished the pillows.

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89. kissing each other’s pain away, your tears mixing with your lover’s

Will’s at his desk finishing up his latest story when the door opens.

“Sonny!” Will jumps up from his desk in alarm. They’d just said goodbye at the Salem airport not even twelve hours ago with the promise that Will would be back in a few weeks when Ari’s school finished up for the summer. “What’s happened? What’s wrong?”

Sonny’s face crumples as he lets out a strangled sob and Will catches Sonny as he launches himself at Will.

Sonny’s arms are tight around his neck and panic blooms in Will’s chest.

His arms still around Sonny’s waist, Will bends his back so he can look at Sonny. “Talk to me, Sonny. Please. You’re scaring me.”

“Abby’s dead,” Sonny chokes out.

“What? Here. Come sit down. Tell me what happened.” Will separates himself from Sonny but takes his hand to lead him over to the couch.

They sit and Sonny takes a deep, steadying breath. His hand clutches Will’s like a vise. “Abby was murdered last night,” Sonny explains, his voice rough with emotion. “Chad was out with the kids and when he came back he found her on their bed stabbed in the stomach. She died at the hospital.”

Will inhales sharply.

“Do they -?”

Sonny shakes his head. “Rafe’s investigating.” After a beat, Sonny whispers, “What if it was Leo?”

Will swallows thickly, a knot twisting sickly in his stomach.

“Leo’s not capable of murder. Is he?” Will asks.

“I think he’s capable of doing anything to get revenge. He tried to kill you.”

Will blinks as sudden tears cloud his eyes. Abby dead. Murdered. And maybe their fault.

“Have you talked to Chad?” Will asks, in an attempt to turn their thoughts away from Leo.

Sonny shakes his head again. “When I got the news alert, I, um. I kind of froze. I just like, flashed back to my apartment in Paris when Victor called me about - about you. And then I booked a flight out here.”

Will’s heart breaks and he scoots closer to pull Sonny into a hug. Sonny wraps his arms tightly around Will’s waist and buries his face in Will’s neck.

They stay like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other, Sonny’s tears tickling Will’s neck, Will’s hands carding through Sonny’s hair.

Eventually, Sonny pulls back, resting his forehead against Will’s. “I don’t know what I would have done if I’d come home that day to find you there on the floor like Gabi did,” Sonny says quietly.

Will’s lips tremble and tears escape down his face. They don’t talk about it often, Will’s death, because sometimes Sonny still has nightmares of Will being dead and Will still wakes up screaming, clutching his throat, gasping for breath.

Will brushes his nose against Sonny’s and then turns his head to press their lips together softly. Sonny whimpers as he deepens the kiss, his arms pulling Will closer. The bitter taste of salt tingles Will’s tongue, his own tears mixed with Sonny’s, reminding him of the pain he’d kissed Sonny to try to forget.

Will breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against Sonny’s temple. He breathes Sonny in, the woodsy scent of his shampoo, the citrusy scent of Sonny’s favorite detergent. The thought of losing Sonny terrifies Will beyond all words. He has no idea how Sonny survived the two years without him.

“Stay with me tonight?” Will asks, because Sonny came here because he needed to see Will, but in the wake of Sonny’s news, Will needs Sonny too.

Will feels Sonny’s nod.

“I love you,” Will says into Sonny’s ear.

“I love you, too. More than anything,” Sonny replies, turning his face to steal another kiss.

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100 Different Kisses

83. your lover pinning your arms above your head, telling you to stay quiet

A/N: contains smut

“This is amazing, Sonny,” Will says in awe, walking around Sonny’s new CEO office, examining the breadth and width of it, coming to a stop in front of the double doors that lead to the balcony. “The view is stunning. I can’t believe you have a balcony to your office.”

Sonny wraps his arms around Will’s waist from behind and drops his chin onto Will’s shoulder. “It’s different than it was last time. This is a new CEO office. I like this one better. It reminds me of our living room in Arizona.”

Will’s lips curl up at the corner. The view is different, cityscape instead of desert, but Will can’t disagree that the room is similar, if not a tiny bit smaller.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Will asks, turning around in Sonny’s arms and hooking his own around Sonny’s neck.

Sonny raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

Will’s smile goes crooked. “Ever since you told me about being CEO last time, I’ve been fantasizing about it.”

“Is that right?” Sonny asks slowly, his voice inflected dangerously. “And what exactly is that fantasy, pray tell?”

Will’s face heats but he plows on; having started the conversation, he can’t not finish it. “I imagined being your assistant and you’d swipe everything off your desk and have me right there in any way you want. But, uh, now that I see you have a couch, I think the fantasy has altered a bit.”

Sonny’s mouth gapes open in shock, his eyes blown wide.

“But with everything that happened with Leo, maybe that’s a fantasy that should have stayed in my head, never to be said aloud,” Will hurries to add.

Sonny swallows, shakes his head, and kisses Will.

Will makes a shocked noise at the force of the kiss, but responds happily, enthusiastically, his arms tightening around Sonny’s neck. They kiss deeply for a minute and then Sonny is turning them, walking Will backwards as his fingers scrabble at the buttons on Will’s shirt and Will’s hands push Sonny’s suit jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor.

The backs of Will’s knees hit the arm of the couch and they tumble onto the cushions, Will on his back, Sonny on top of him. The kiss breaks from the jolt of their landing and Will takes the opportunity to free his arms from his shirt and attack Sonny’s tie, loosening it just enough that he can pull it over Sonny’s head.

Sonny crashes their mouths together as soon as his head is free from the tie. Will’s fingers make quick work of Sonny’s buttons as Sonny presses him into the couch; Sonny pulls his shirt off deftly without breaking the kiss and unceremoniously throws it onto the floor. Their belts are undone swiftly and within seconds their pants and underwear are flung onto the floor, their erections springing free.

They moan into each other’s mouths as they rut against each other, seeking purchase.

“Wait, wait,” Sonny says against Will’s lips and untangles himself from Will to lock the door and hurry over to his desk.

Will props himself up on his elbows to watch Sonny curiously. He opens the bottom drawer of his desk, rummages around, and pulls out a travel-sized bottle of lube triumphantly.

“So maybe not just my fantasy, then?” Will says smugly.

Sonny huffs and is halfway back to the couch when his office phone buzzes.

“Mr. Kiriakis?” Sonny’s secretary’s voice crackles over the intercom.

Will and Sonny stare at each other and Will nods at Sonny to answer.

“Yes, Carmen.”

“Your ten o’clock call with the London office is on Line 2.”

“Thank you, Carmen. I’ll answer it in a minute,” Sonny says, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

He pops the top off the bottle of lube and then walks around his desk to answer the call. “Good morning, Tom. Or, rather, good afternoon to you,” Sonny says as he walks slowly back over to the couch, picking up his discarded tie off the floor.

Will tracks Sonny’s movement and understands that Sonny has put the call on speaker when the response “Good morning, Sonny” rings clear into the office. He realizes exactly what Sonny intends a second before Sonny settles himself on Will’s legs.

“Should we begin?” Tom says on the other end of the line.

“Yes. Why don’t you begin with your pitch for the new Maltese acquisition?” Sonny responds, his eyes roving over Will beneath him, calculating.

Tom’s voice immediately starts droning on over the speaker.

Will reaches out to touch Sonny, but Sonny grabs Will’s wrists with his free hand and folds himself over Will, pinning Will’s arms over his head and against the arm of the couch behind Will’s head.

Will’s breath hitches when Sonny snugly ties Will’s wrists together with the necktie, bends his face into the crook of Will’s neck, and whispers “No touching, no moving, no coming until I say, and not a sound” directly into Will’s ear.

Will nods frantically and forces himself not to arch up into Sonny.

“Good,” Sonny says into Will’s skin with a barely-there kiss, and then sits up again, freeing Will’s arms except for where they’re tied together.

“And how do you propose we do that?” Sonny says in response to something that Tom has said, as he pushes Will’s legs apart so he can settle between them.

Will watches through hooded eyes as Sonny coats his fingers with lube and slowly, torturously slides his fingers into and out of Will, first one, then two, then three, stretching him out. Will just barely manages not to squirm under Sonny’s touch, his erection painfully hard, the friction of Sonny’s fingers not nearly enough, and links his fingers together to keep himself from swatting at Sonny’s hands to get him to go faster.

“So it’s your office’s projection that the acquisition of this company will benefit Titan by 110%?” Sonny says, addressing Tom, as he removes his fingers from inside Will to pour out more lube and take himself in his hand.

Will stifles a moan as his eyes follow Sonny’s erection sliding in and out of his hand. Through his haze, Will has just enough presence of mind to wonder how Sonny can be so composed as to be doing this and still have his mind clear enough to conduct his meeting.

Tom gives some answer that doesn’t register in Will’s fuzzy brain, but Sonny nods and says, “Okay. Continue.”

Then, in one swift motion, a soft tap on Will’s leg the only warning, Sonny slides himself into Will’s stretched out hole.

Will bites his lip hard, drawing blood, to keep from crying out and closes his eyes as Sonny moves inside him. It’s the same slow and torturous pace Sonny had set with his fingers and Will knows, can feel in every nerve ending of his body, that Sonny is deliberately avoiding driving himself into Will’s prostate. It’s both maddening and thrilling.

The sound of Tom’s voice over the speaker is a buzzing in Will’s ears as he tilts his head back minimally against the arm of the couch, chasing fleeting pleasure.

“And what about your projections on your proposed Philippine acquisition?” Sonny asks Tom, as he hooks his hands under Will’s knees and wraps Will’s legs around his waist, pulling their bodies closer and changing the angle.

Will barely contains a gasp as Sonny hits his prostate head-on, once, twice, three times in quick succession, not enough to give any lasting pleasure, and then pulls out entirely, leaving Will achingly hard and empty.

Will breathes deeply in an attempt to catch his breath, and opens his eyes to find Sonny with his fingers deep inside himself. The ragged stutters of Sonny’s breathing is the only indication that he is as unraveled as Will.

But still Sonny asks Tom, “And the Philippine acquisition will benefit Titan by 90%?” and Will wonders again at his composure.

Sonny tilts his head down and sees Will watching him. A slow grin spreads across Sonny’s face as their eyes meet. He fucks himself on his fingers slower, more sensually, and takes Will’s throbbing erection in his other hand, matching the pace of his body.

Will can barely breathe for how turned on he is and for how close he is to coming.

“Thank you for presentations today, Tom,” Sonny says, as he removes his hands from both himself and Will. “That’ll be all. I’ll get back to you by the end of the week.”

The phone clicks off at the same moment that Sonny slides himself onto Will, his hands braced on Will’s chest. Will nearly comes from the simple, overwhelming feeling of being inside Sonny, having already been on the edge for so long.

“You’ve been so good for me, baby. Just a little bit longer,” Sonny says, talking to Will for the first time since they’ve started this, and he bends down to give Will a deep kiss, untying Will’s wrists at the same time.

“You can touch now but still no moving and no sound and no coming until I say,” Sonny tells Will when he sits up and readjusts himself on Will’s lap.

Will nods his understanding and immediately anchors his hands on Sonny’s hips. Sonny wiggles around a little, sending shockwaves through Will’s body, and Will shakes in his effort to not fuck himself hard and fast into Sonny’s tightness and heat.

After a long minute that threatens to have Will coming without permission, Sonny finds the spot he’s looking for within himself, his head bending back and his eyes closing in pleasure. Will aches to kiss the long stripe of Sonny’s neck but he resists the urge, afraid Sonny will deny him release if he disobeys.

Instead, Will closes his eyes to the picture of Sonny pleasuring himself on Will’s body and focuses all of his energy on not chasing his orgasm. His fingers dig into Sonny’s skin and he squeezes his eyes shut in concentration as Sonny bounces faster and harder, Sonny’s moans and the slapping of their skin loud in the otherwise quiet office.

“You can move,” Sonny croaks out. “But still no sound and no coming.”

Will bites back a frustrated groan but bends his knees and sits up to kiss Sonny roughly, his arms sliding around Sonny’s waist. Sonny gasps into Will’s mouth as the new angle drives Will deeper inside; his arms fly around Will’s neck, as he bounces feverishly in Will’s lap and as Will thrusts up into him, fucking Sonny hard like he’s wanted to for the last however long its been.

As their movements become erratic, Will reaches between them to take Sonny’s pulsing erection in hand and strokes him with quick pulls, the hardness already slick with precum. Sonny’s moans and groans are the loudest Will has ever heard them in the decade that they’ve been doing this, almost as if he’s making up for Will’s silence.

Sonny comes with a shudder and a shout that surely his secretary can hear even through the thick glass doors of the office. His arms go tighter around Will’s neck and he buries his face in Will’s shoulder when he’s done spilling over Will’s hand.

Will stills, dangerously close to the edge. Sonny must realize why Will has stopped because he lifts his head to look at Will. “You can come now, however you need,” Sonny says mercifully, but adds, “but still no sound.”

Will kisses Sonny swiftly and flips them over in one motion, somehow avoiding tumbling them onto the floor. He fucks into Sonny fast and with abandon, heedless of Sonny’s oversensitivity, concerned only with chasing his long-awaited pleasure.

Sonny’s kiss swallows his moan as his orgasm crashes through him and he collapses on top of Sonny, completely exhausted and every inch of his body thoroughly wrung out.

After a beat of silence, Sonny says with a chuckle, “You can talk now.”

“That was new,” Will answers, propping his chin on Sonny’s chest.

“Okay?” Sonny asks, his hand carding through Will’s hair.

“Uhhhhh, yeah,” Will responds, a grin splitting his face and a laugh rumbling his chest. “That was fantastic!”

Sonny laughs loudly, wrapping his arms around Will’s back. “Did it live up to your fantasy?”

Will shimmies out of Sonny, eliciting a soft hiss, and up Sonny’s body so that they’re eye to eye. “More than,” Will says earnestly, his hands framing Sonny’s face. “You?”

Sonny nods and smiles softly up at him. They kiss unheated for a long time, until Sonny’s secretary buzzes him again to let him know he’s running late for his noon appointment.

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55. light kisses scattered across your lover’s face down to their collarbone

Will steps quietly into the mausoleum, the door thudding shut behind him. It seems deserted, the lights dimmed as they are when no one’s around, the usual cadre of Sonny’s vampire underlings either out hunting for food, working, with their significant others, or else having been banished elsewhere for the night.

Will hopes it’s the latter, so that there’s no risk of them having an audience.

“Sonny?” Will calls out, stepping into the vampires’ den area.

The TV on the wall flickers lowly but the old and lumpy couches are empty. Will runs his fingers over the top of them as he walks by, his fingers coming away gray from the thin, ever-present layer of dust that pervades the entire residence.

Will makes his way through the rest of the crypt, searching for Sonny. The kitchen and dining room are both empty, the lights off, so Will turns down the hallway that leads to the bedrooms.

When he had first encountered the vampire clan nearly four years ago, he’d been a young slayer, new to the supernatural world. His watcher had been new, too, and had taught him old-fashioned views of vampires, including that they slept in coffins and killed without purpose and with abandon, biting and turning every human they encountered no matter whether it be a child or an elderly person.

But he’d met Sonny on his second night patrolling and been quickly disabused of the notions with which he’d been presented. Will had attempted to fight him, but Sonny had bested him easily and quickly, and instead had offered to teach him the true ins and outs of the underworld. Will had trusted him immediately, despite his extensive training, and had willingly followed Sonny back to the Kiriakis mausoleum.

There were two vampire clans native to Salem, Sonny explained to him that night. One was the Kiriakises, of which Sonny was the leader. The other was the DiMeras, which was lead by a vampire named Elvis, known to his clan as EJ.

The DiMeras were the kind of old-fashioned, blood-thirsty vampires that Will’s watcher had warned him about. Sonny explained that the number of DiMera vampires had been dwindling over the last century, lost to the stakes of slayers, fires, and their own vicious in-fighting. So they created vampires indiscriminately to repopulate their clan, in an attempt to remain relevant within the vampire community.

But the Kiriakises were more modern. Every member, upon entry into the clan, took an oath to not bite humans unless strictly necessary as a last resort of self-defense and to not turn humans into vampires without the explicit and express consent of the human. Instead, they sustained themselves by either hunting animals or purchasing blood from butchers. It had become a popular thing to do within the last couple of decades, in a world-wide attempt to rehabilitate the image of vampires within both the supernatural and human worlds.

Will had been fascinated by the glimpse into the inner workings of the underworld and had invited Sonny to patrol with him the next night. Sonny agreed and it became routine for Sonny to join him three nights a week. During their walks, Will learned many interesting things about modern vampires like the Kiriakises: they slept in beds, not coffins; they ate food, although it didn’t sustain them in the same way blood did; they browsed the internet; they watched enormous amounts of TV and read stacks and stacks of books (there was a grand library in the Kiriakis mausoleum); they either worked from home or had nighttime jobs like bartenders or worked graveyard shifts at places that were open 24-hours a day; they kept in touch with their biological families if they desired, and even had romantic relationships with humans, although most chose other vampires as partners; and altogether lived as human of lives as possible, except that they were immortal and allergic to the sun.

A week after meeting him, Will was completely enamored with Sonny.

A month into their patrolling, Will met the other members of the Kiriakis clan and immediately felt at home, more at welcomed and more comfortable than he’d ever felt among his own family.

Two months later, when Sonny kissed him under the streetlamp outside Will’s house, Will knew without a shadow of doubt that he wanted to join the Kiriakis clan and spend eternity with him.

A year into their relationship, as they were laying in bed coming down from their highs, Will had whispered his desire into Sonny’s ear. Sonny had refused to grant Will’s wish that night, insisting that Will didn’t know what he was asking. They’d argued about it for nearly an hour before Sonny had thrown Will out of the mausoleum. Will went hunting alone for a month after.

Sonny was the one who broached the subject next, a year after they’d reconciled. They were alone the crypt, having a candlelit dinner to celebrate their anniversary. Sonny had asked if Will still desired being turned. Will had immediately said yes. Sonny accepted Will’s answer but again refused to do it that night.

Instead, he’d taken Will’s hand and sat him down on the couch, and explained the process and aftermath in detail. How Sonny would have to bite him, how it would be painful, how Will would have to drink Sonny’s blood. The sleep he would fall into as his body died and undied, the primal hunger he would experience in the moments and hours and days after he awoke. The training he would have to suffer from the clan to break him of his vampire instinct to kill so that he could be inducted into the clan. He reminded Will of the oath the Kiriakises made, that a turning absolutely never occurred without the explicit and express consent of the human. Sonny explained there would be an oath ceremony, witnessed by one of the clan, which would bind his consent. So Sonny agreed that he would turn Will, but only after Will took another year to truly think about what he was asking. If he still wanted it, Sonny would turn him.

Tonight’s the night, and Will’s whole body is buzzing with nervous energy as he makes his down the hallway to the master bedroom.

“Sonny? Are you in here?” Will asks, stepping through the doorway. There’s a circle enclosing a pentagram drawn on the empty space of the floor between the bed and the dresser.

“In here,” Sonny calls from the en suite bathroom.

Will crosses the bedroom, carefully to edge around the circle, to lean against the bathroom threshold. “What are you doing?”

“Preparing,” Sonny answers, and Will notices the ceremonial knife on the counter.

Will stands up straight, his heart skipping a beat.

“We’re really doing this?” Will asks in awe, afraid Sonny might refuse him for a third time.

“As long as you’re still certain.” Sonny turns to him, his eyes serious. “Are you absolutely certain you want to do this?”

“Absolutely,” Will answers without hesitation.

Sonny nods, business-like, and picks up the knife before walking past Will into the bedroom.

Will frowns. “Don’t you want this too?” Will asks. “Don’t you want us to be together forever?”

“Forever is a long time, Will,” Sonny says quietly, his back to Will, as he places the knife on the bedside table.

Will’s heart sinks. “So you don’t want to be with me?” Will asks, wounded.

Sonny turns around to face him. “Of course I want to be with you,” Sonny says gently. “I want nothing more than to spend eternity with you.” He offers Will a small smile. “But this is irreversible. I want to make absolutely sure that you’re choosing this for yourself and not because you think it’s what I want you to do.”

Will breathes out a sigh and closes the distance between them to take Sonny’s hands in his. “I’ve wanted this since the moment you first kissed me. But not because I thought it was what you wanted. Because it’s what I wanted. I want to spend forever with you. I don’t ever want to leave you.”

“You shouldn’t do this just so that we can be together.”

Will nearly growls in frustration. “I’m not. I didn’t want to be a slayer. I didn’t choose that. But some ancient prophecy or some old, stodgy men in England decided that that was what I should be. From the instant that you started explaining the underworld, I knew that I wanted to be a part of it, not fight it. When I met the clan, I felt an instant connection. I felt - feel - more at home here than I ever have with my own family. I want the kind of life that immortality can give me. To have enough time to do everything I want and still have time to do absolutely nothing. I want to be with you, but I also want to be me.”

Sonny closes his eyes and drops his forehead against Will’s. “Okay,” Sonny breathes. After a beat, Sonny pulls his face back to look at Will. “I’m going to remind you what’s going to happen and then you’ll take the consent oath.”

Will’s lips curl up in encouragement.

“The first step is for me to bite you. That will be painful, remember?” Will nods and Sonny continues. “Just before you pass out from blood loss, I will force you to drink my blood from a cut on my arm.” Will nods again. “Then you will fall into a coma, at which point I will lay you on the bed and chain you to it, so that when you wake up starved you cannot harm yourself or anyone else.” Will nods for a third time. “Then will be the long process of training you out of your vampire instincts so that you can join the clan. How well you respond will determine how difficult and long said training will be. Do you understand and still want to go through with it?”

“Yes,” Will says.

Sonny nods tersely and calls, “Alex! Can you come in here for a second?”

Alex, Sonny’s vampire brother, slinks into the bedroom from the hidden tunnel behind the portrait on the wall next to the door.

“He’s here to witness your consent,” Sonny explains, pulling free from Will. “He’ll leave us alone once it’s sealed.”

Will nods, sheer excitement overwhelming him.

Sonny steps into the center of the pentagram on the floor and gestures for Will to join him. Sonny clasps their hands together and asks, “Do you, William Robert Horton, explicitly and expressly consent to me, Jackson Steven Kiriakis, turning you into a vampire?”

“I do,” Will answers.

“Do you, William Robert Horton, offer this explicit and express consent willingly and without coercion?

“I do.”

“Do you, William Robert Horton, understand to the full extent of your knowledge the consequences of the actions we are taking here tonight?”

“I do.”

“And do you, William Robert Horton, accept this dual gift and curse of immortality?”

“I do.”

The circle around them and the pentagram under their feet burn red and then blindingly white, sealing the oath.

Sonny lets go of Will’s hands and nods at Alex who slinks back into the tunnel, closing the portrait behind them.

Will stretches his hands out at his sides and stares at Sonny. Suddenly, he’s nervous, and not in an exciting way. “Now what?”

“Now we begin.”

Sonny must catch something in Will’s eyes or body language because he softens and drops his business-like manner. “Come here,” Sonny says, holding his hands out to Will.

Will takes them and lets Sonny pull him close, his arms wrapping around Sonny’s waist where Sonny places them.

“You can still change your mind,” Sonny says. “You can say you revoke your consent and the oath circle will record it. I’ll be branded if I turn you once your consent has been revoked.”

Will shakes his head, his eyes locked with Sonny’s. “I’m not changing my mind.”

Sonny nods, once, curtly and then brings his mouth to Will’s. Will accepts the kiss hungrily, his tongue darting into Sonny’s mouth. Sonny answers in kind, deepening the kiss, as his fingers work the buttons of Will’s shirt open and he slides it off Will’s shoulders.

Will breaks the kiss to quip, “Are you just trying to get me out of my clothes?” and lets go of Sonny’s waist to slip his arms free of the material, letting the shirt fall to the floor.

“Less mess,” Sonny answers, pulling Will into another kiss, his hands gentle on Will’s face.

It’s a slow kiss, almost sad, almost reverent, as Sonny backs Will up until the back of his knees hit the bed and he’s forced to sit down, the kiss breaking.

Will blinks up at Sonny, mouth parted slightly in surprise. But Sonny just looks down at him, a soft smile curling his lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sonny whispers.

Then he bends his neck to place a lingering kiss on the center of Will’s forehead, before tracing light kisses atop the edges of Will’s eyebrows, first his left, then his right.

Will’s eyes flutter closed, his breath coming in short puffs, his heart beating frantically against his ribs, as if it can sense that the moment is close when it will stop beating forever. Lost in the feel of Sonny’s lips against his skin, his entire body is painfully aroused and his blood thrums with long-awaited anticipation.

Sonny’s lips trail butterfly kisses down Will’s nose and across Will’s cheeks, tracing the outline of Will’s lips as he crosses Will’s face.

Will tips his head back even further when Sonny’s mouth dips from his chin to his neck, Sonny’s lips lingering over his Adam’s apple.

Eyes still closed, lost to overwhelming pleasure, Will feels Sonny’s hands gently push his legs apart so Sonny can step closer into the space between them.

Will sucks in a breath as Sonny’s lips find his left collarbone, barely-there kisses marking the outline of it on his skin.

The only warning Will has is a squeeze of Sonny’s hands on his knees before two fangs pierce his neck.

Will gasps as his eyes fly open in shock. His arms go tight around Sonny’s waist as the fangs go deeper, his blood draining fast, the pain becoming startlingly white-hot.

The edges of his vision go fuzzy and black as he feels himself grow weaker, his heart slowing, but Sonny keeps drinking, one of Sonny’s hands holding his head in place, and somehow he’s the most aroused he’s ever been in his life. It’s both everything and like nothing Will imagined it would be.

Just as he’s about to faint, Sonny withdraws, his fangs retracting. As his eyes droop closed, Will registers the blood dripping down Sonny’s chin and it’s so sexy Will thinks he might die from that image instead of the blood loss.

Suddenly, there’s an arm pressing insistently against his mouth and Will just barely hears Sonny order, “Drink.”

His mind hazy and nearly unresponsive, he doesn’t understand the order, but Sonny guides his mouth to the wet slash on Sonny’s wrist and instinct takes over. He sucks the blood from Sonny’s arm into his mouth and swallows at Sonny’s instruction.

Then Sonny’s arm is gone and everything goes black.

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12. kisses under a light waterfall

They found it on the first day of their honeymoon.

They’d been exploring the private Kiriakis island offered to them for two weeks by Victor when they’d happened upon the stunning cove, resplendent with rock formations, an array of colorful exotic flora, and a small waterfall into a crystal clear lake.

They’ve been coming here every day since.

“I wish we could stay here forever,” Will says, tipping his head back to catch the golden rays of sun streaming through the canopy of palm trees.

They’re sitting on one of the flat rock faces facing the waterfall, a blanket spread out underneath them and a picnic laid out between them. It’s their last day.

“I know,” Sonny agrees. “But Victor’s expecting me back at Titan in two days and you have a paper to run.”

“Yeah.”

“But maybe we can make it a plan to come back every year for vacation. We can bring Ari when she’s older.”

Will grins, slow and radiant.

“That sounds nice.”

They eat in silence for awhile, listening to sounds of the island: the soft whoosh of the waterfall, the chirping of the birds, the buzzing of the insects, the light breeze.

Eventually, Sonny says, “We should head back to the mansion. Start packing.”

Will sighs regretfully. “Yeah.”

Sonny stands and holds his hand out to Will. “One thing first. Follow me.”

Will cocks his head curiously but lets Sonny pull him off the picnic blanket. Fingers intertwined, Sonny leads them on the rock path that encircles the lake into a little alcove just behind the waterfall. A light spray wets them as the waterfall splashes down into the lake.

“I’ve always wanted to stand behind a waterfall,” Sonny says, wrapping his arms around Will’s waist.

Will’s arms fall across Sonny’s shoulders, his fingers tangling in Sonny’s hair. “It’s really cool back here. Like a secret entrance to a magical world.”

Sonny grins and presses his lips against Will’s.

They kiss slow and unrushed for a long time, the waterfall spraying them gently with mist.

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100 Different Kisses

81. kisses in which, “we just broke up, but let’s kiss one last time” & 44. a goodbye kiss except neither can let go

The doorbell rings shrilly through the apartment, startling Will away from his studying. It’s unusual for anyone who would be coming to see him or his dad to be using the doorbell; his mom and his grandmother both have extra keys, and most of his other family members don’t often come by unless invited.

Curious, Will abandons the textbook he was reading and heads into the main apartment, peeking through the peephole before opening the door.

“Sonny!” Will says, surprised, letting his boyfriend into the apartment. “Did we have plans that I forgot about?”

Sonny shakes his head, his jaw tight, and Will frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“We’re moving to Dubai,” Sonny says flatly, collapsing on the couch.

“What?” Will sits down next to Sonny, his hand on Sonny’s knee.

“Uncle Vic is sending my dad to the Titan office in Dubai. We’re all moving.”

“When?” Will asks, his heart sinking.

“Right after midterms.”

“But - midterms are over next week.”

Sonny nods and drops his head against the back of the sofa, his hand finding Will’s on his knee.

“You’re not going to be here for Christmas?” Will asks softly, slumping sideways against the back of the couch to look at Sonny.

Sonny shakes his head again.

“I begged them to leave me here and let me live with Chad at his mansion so I can graduate here. Uncle Vic said absolutely not. I don’t think he’ll let me come back after the school year is done either. I’m almost certain he’s going to insist I work at Titan with my dad.”

“That’s ridiculous! You’re an adult! You can do whatever you want!” Will says furiously.

Sonny sighs and rolls his head to look at Will. “It’s different for you. Your parents aren’t together and I know that that sucks for you sometimes but at least you’re free.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sami and Lucas love you, and I know that to you they feel smothering and overprotective at times, but they let you do what you want as long as you’re not murdering people or drinking or doing drugs. I’ve never been allowed to do what I want,” Sonny explains. “Growing up in that mansion was suffocating. Uncle Vic has been this domineering, controlling figurehead my entire life, telling me exactly how to behave, where to go, when to go, what to do when I get where I’m being told to go. I’ve never been allowed to do anything for myself. Everything was always about protecting the Kiriakis name and reputation.”

“Why did you never tell me this before? All those times I was complaining about my parents?”

Sonny shrugs. “Your complaints were valid. My family prison doesn’t negate how your parents make you feel.”

“You still could have told me,” Will says gently.

“Uncle Vic was furious when I came out,” Sonny says, almost absentmindedly. “He tried to get me to stay in the closet. Wanted to set me up on public dates with girls. It was the one thing me parents stood up to him about. The only part of me that I’m allowed to be myself about.”

Will’s heart breaks a little and he cards his free fingers through Sonny’s hair.

“But I know he hates it. I see it on his face whenever I mention you or that I’m spending time with you. Dubai isn’t gay friendly, Will. He’s putting me back in the closet by forcing me to live there.”

“I’m so sorry, Sonny,” Will says, pressing a soft kiss to Sonny’s hair. “Wanna order pizza and watch a movie?”

Sonny nods and curls into Will’s side.

* * * * * *

The end of midterms comes in the blink of an eye.

Will pushes the door to the Salem airport open, scanning the small waiting area for the Kiriakises. He finds them at the back, huddled at the entrance to the farthest terminal. Sonny catches his eyes and makes a beeline for Will, Victor shouting reprimands at his back.

“Thanks for coming,” Sonny says as they meet in the middle of the waiting area.

“Did you expect me to not come say goodbye to you?” Will asks curiously, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“I was right that Uncle Vic is forcing me to work at the Dubai Titan office after I graduate.”

The ghost of Will’s smile slips from his lips.

“The position is a minimum of five years.”

“That’s insane! What about all the traveling you want to do?!”

“I told you. I’m not allowed to do what I want.”

Will frowns and glares over Sonny’s shoulder at Victor who looks murderous.

“We have to break up,” Sonny says quietly.

He’s biting his lip and very interested in a thread on his shirt when Will’s eyes snap back to Sonny.

“What?”

Sonny takes a deep, steadying breath and lifts his eyes to Will’s. “I’m going to be gone at least five years, Will. That’s not fair to you and it’s not safe for either of us for you to come visit me in Dubai. It’s better this way.”

“Is that what you want?” Will asks, heart sinking, knowing it isn’t.

“What I want doesn’t matter,” Sonny replies, and he sounds so tired, so resigned that Will wants nothing more than to put a bullet in Victor Kiriakis’s chest.

“It matters to me,” Will says gently and Sonny lets out a strangled sob, his lips trembling.

Will blinks away tears and takes Sonny’s hands in his, stepping into Sonny’s space. “I’ll wait for you.”

“Please don’t,” Sonny pleads, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. “I don’t know when I’ll back. If I’ll be back. It’s better if we break up.”

Will hates this, hates Victor Kiriakis with a burning passion, but whispers, “Okay.”

Sonny drops his forehead against Will’s at the agreement, his only bit of freedom snatched away.

“I love you,” Will says into the air between them.

“I love you too,” Sonny replies and presses his lips against Will’s in his last and greatest act of defiance.

Will whimpers into Sonny’s mouth, pulling Sonny closer by their linked hands, wrapping Sonny’s arms around his waist and wrapping his own arms around Sonny’s neck.

They kiss unrushed, despite their time being at an end, but Will can sense the sadness radiating off of Sonny, can taste it in his kiss, can feel it in the pressure of the circle of Sonny’s arms around his waist.

Vaguely, Will can hear Victor barking at Sonny to get on the plane, Sonny’s parents pleading with him. Sonny must hear too, because his arms get impossibly tighter around Will’s waist, and Sonny’s tongue more insistent in Will’s mouth. Will matches him, his own desire to not let go of Sonny driving his lips harder against Sonny’s, his own tongue deeper into Sonny’s mouth, a last desperate attempt to remember Sonny’s taste, the shape of Sonny’s lips against his own.

Suddenly, they are ripped apart, their arms and mouths tearing free of each other, as a furious Victor drags Sonny away from Will by the back of his shirt, like a mother dog leading her puppy away from danger, Sonny stumbling over his own feet in an attempt to stay upright.

The tears that Will had held at bay finally break free and fall down his face as he waves goodbye, wondering if he’ll ever see Sonny again.

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