Prompt from the lovely and talented Joel Underwood: I have a suggestion (if you're still doing them). Guy Wilson mentioned recently that he likes CS's lips but thinks Freddie's the better kisser. Maybe you could work something up where Will relishes Paul's mouth on his body but loves kissing Sonny.

I might have run away with the plot but the prompt still stands.

Will Horton was fast asleep. He was in his usual position, smooshed between his boyfriends, Paul Narita and Sonny Kiriakis. When Will joined their relationship, almost one year ago, they already had their own preferred spot while sleeping. Paul slept on his back towards the left side of the bed. Sonny preferred the right side either on his side or his stomach. While Will insisted upon sleeping as close as possible to Sonny and Paul. Clinging to Paul like a barnacle while somehow managing to shift Sonny off his pillow and onto Will. Even if Sonny or Paul started with a bit of space between them all, they'd wake up a tangle of limbs and sheets.

On a typical day, Will woke first. He'd doze in and out of sleep in a cocoon of warmth until either his schedule or his bladder demanded he'd get up. Will even perfected sneaking out of Paul and Sonny's hold without waking them. But today was not a typical day.

Today, Will had a nightmare. Not his usual nightmares filled with pale skin, dead eyes, and venomous words whispered into his ear. Not the ones where Will was a void of himself, kidnapped and following orders. Not the ones from his childhood, alone in the dark with only the heavy breathing of a monster surrounding him.

No, this nightmare was different. Different and dangerous, the kind of nightmare that was so real you didn't even know you were asleep. The kind of nightmare that seeped inside and took root, damage lasting far longer than the nightmare itself.

Paul's eyes fluttered open, groaning at a pain in his arm. Will was squishing it again.

"Gr'off," Paul mumbled, tugging on his arm.

It was dark out still. Too early for any normal human to be up.

Paul slid his arm out from under Will and sighed in relief. Feeling rushed back into it and his eyes closed once more. That was when he heard it, tiny little whimpers.

It took Paul, in his sleep-induced state, to recognize the sounds as belonging to Will.

Well versed in how to handle Will when he had a nightmare, Paul rolled onto his side. He brushed a clumsy hand across Will's brow, frowning when he felt how sweaty it was.

"Shh, come on," Paul whispered. "You're okay, baby. It's just a dream."

Will's eyes twitched, forehead wrinkling but he remained asleep.

"Come on," Paul pushed on Will's shoulders. He might as well wake Will up. No sense in letting him suffer. "Up."

Sonny, head resting on Will's back, grunted when Will moved from the force of Paul's shove.

"Stop it," Sonny muttered. He flopped onto his other side, searching around for his discarded pillow.

"He's having a nightmare," Paul said in defense.

Sonny heaved back over and ran a hand up and down Will's back with his eyes closed.

On a normal day, Sonny and Paul's touch would sooth Will. It would smooth out the lines on his forehead, steady his breathing. Today was not normal.

The more Sonny and Paul touched, the worse Will reacted.

"Okay," Sonny sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Was'happning?" he asked Paul around a wide yawn.

"I dunno," Paul frowned. He put his hand on Will's forehead and neck. It didn't seem like he had a temperature. "He's not sick."

"He was fine when we went to bed," Sonny mumbled, a little too fine to be exact. As soon as Will came over to Sonny and Paul's apartment after work, he pounced on them. Will acted as if he hadn't seen them in ages like he was dying of thirst and they were the only water source around.

Paul, scratching at a dark bite mark on the back of his shoulder, nodded.

Without Sonny or Paul confining him, Will started to thrash about. Twisting the sheets, tossing, and turning.

"That's enough of that," Sonny decided. He smacked at Will's face. Gentle at first but when Will didn't respond he hit harder. "Wake up!"

Paul winced at the sharp sound of skin on skin. "Stop that," Paul requested. Afraid Sonny would hurt Will.

"He's not even budging," Sonny said although he did rub against Will's cheek in apology.

Spotting a bottle of water on the nightstand, Paul untwisted the cap. After waving Sonny out of the way, Paul doused Will in the water.

Will's eyes popped open with a sputter, breathing out of control. His arms and legs flew about, fending off some imaginary attacker. It took a full minute before Will sat up, moping at the water on his face.

Sonny and Paul glanced at each other, staying quiet as Will settled.

"Hey," Sonny whispered as if talking to a spooked animal. "You okay?"

Will pulled his hands away from his face. His eyes latched onto Sonny and Paul kneeling at the end of the bed, watching him. Eyes widening, Will made a horrified high-pitched squeak before scrambling off the bed. Stumbling over the sheets, Will ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

"Well," Paul said after a moment. "I didn't expect that."

"What is going on?" Sonny wondered. He knocked on the bathroom door. "Will? Are you alright?"

Will, face buried in his hands, shook his head. It didn't even register that Sonny couldn't see him.

"Will?" Paul added. "What's going on?" Paul tried to open the door but Will locked it. That didn't stop Paul from jiggling the knob several times.

"Will?" Sonny tried one more time.

Sonny and Paul heard a muffled shout through the door. "Go away!"

"No," Paul said. "We're not going away until you tell us what's going on."

"This isn't the first nightmare we've seen," Sonny added. "It won't be the last. Come on, just let us help you."

"No," came a stubborn reply. "Leave me alone!"

"Will," Paul shook his head in exasperation.

Sonny leaned his back against the door just able to make out the ceiling in the dark.

Will had had his fair share of nightmares before. Some left him shaky, some caused him to cry. Sometimes Will would cling to Sonny and Paul for hours, refusing to let them go. A few times, Will would want alone time. Never had he flat out demanded his boyfriends leave him alone. Will would at least give them a hasty explanation instead of locking them out.

There was complete silence for a few minutes before Sonny fell backward. Will had opened the door Sonny was resting against.

With his head down, Will pushed through Sonny and Paul. He didn't say anything, didn't look at them. Will slipped on a pair of sandals by the door, walked into the living room to pocket his phone, and ran out the door.

"What the fu-," Paul grumbled as he chased off after Will.

Sonny, hot on Paul's heels, skidded to a halt when Paul stopped on the sidewalk. Will was a faster runner than they anticipated because he was already gone.

"What the hell?" Sonny threw his arms up in the air as the two stood in the pitch black, shoeless and confused.

After getting back inside, Sonny and Paul figured they should give Will some space. Maybe he was more embarrassed than they anticipated. Maybe he wanted to go for a walk to clear his head. There were several possibilities and they didn't need to panic right away.

Will told them to leave him alone. They decided to listen. They'd just wait for Will to send them a message and everything would be fine.

Three days later, when Will still hadn't contacted them, that was when they panicked.

"I'm working. Go away," Brian said without looking up from the chart in his hands. Brian was well into his internship at the hospital. He didn't have time to deal with Sonny or Paul's hysterics.

"Just tell us," Sonny demanded, slamming his hands on the counter at the nurses' station. "He won't answer our calls. He didn't answer the door at his place. Come on, we're going crazy here."

"If I knew where he was, I wouldn't tell you," Brian decided. He closed his chart and flashed them a bright grin. "But," he said over their complaints, "I can tell you that you two are in big trouble."

"What? What did we do?" Paul spat.

"Oh," Brian's grin morphed into a wicked smirk. "What didn't you do?"

"If you aren't going to be any help…" Sonny trailed off with an imploring look.

"I'm not," Brian informed them with a nod and walked away.

"Why do we hang out with him?" Sonny asked Paul as he watched Brian's retreating back.

"Because our dumb boyfriend does," Paul shoved away from the nurses' station and stomped to the elevator bank.

"No clue," Neil shrugged, adjusting in his seat at Common Grounds. "All I know is he's pissed at you two."

"We didn't do anything!" Paul insisted. "He can't just ignore us. We don't even know what we're supposed to have done wrong."

"I think you know," Neil argued.

"He had a nightmare," Sonny said. "How is that our fault?"

"All I know is you two screwed up big time," Neil said with a slight smile. He liked Sonny and Paul. He did. A tiny part of him enjoyed watching them suffer, though.

"How?" Paul groaned, throwing his head back.

"That's up to the two of you to figure out," Neil informed them. "Now," he stood up from the table and grabbed his coffee cup. "I have things to do."

"You aren't gonna tell us where he is?" Sonny asked Neil one last time.

"Nah," Neil shook his head. "I think this is a path you need to walk alone."

"What kind of bullshit answer is that?" Paul wondered, glaring at Neil as he walked away.

"He's not here," Sami DiMera told them with a dismissive wave of her hand. She was sitting on a new expensive sofa in the front room at the DiMera mansion. "And even if he was, I wouldn't tell you."

"We don't even know what we did," Sonny stressed. "How can we make things right when we don't know?"

Sami, looking unimpressed, rolled her eyes.

"Come on," Paul pleaded, hands clasped together under his chin. "Please. We just want a little hint. We're going crazy without him."

Sami, uncrossing her legs, sighed. "All I'm saying is you hurt him."

"But when we went to bed we were fine," Sonny said. "How can he go to bed happy and wake up hating us?"

"Wait," Paul's eyes narrowed, mind whirling. "The only thing that happened between going to sleep and waking up was that nightmare. Is Will mad at us about his nightmare?"

"I can't say," Sami sniffed, lifting her nose in the air.

"He's mad at us over what happened in a dream?" Sonny clenched his fists. "How is that our fault?"

Sami, face contorting, pointed at Sonny when the French doors to the side of them burst open. Three children skipped into the room with loud giggles.

"Mommy," Allie whined, "Johnny won't let me win."

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Sami said. "You aren't going to win because you want to. You have to earn it."

"But Will lets Syd win all the time!" Allie put her hands on her hips and stomped both feet.

"Geez, woman," Johnny huffed with a smirk reminiscent of his father's. "No need to get your knickers in a twist."

Paul and Sonny both failed at concealing their snorts.

Sami, shooting Paul and Sonny glares, lifted her brows at Johnny. "Where did you hear that, young man?"

"From Daddy," Johnny answered with a grin. "He says it when you leave the room."

"Excuse me?" Sami's eyebrows shot to the top of her forehead. "Daddy does what now?"

"Uh," Paul squeezed Sonny's knee. He gestured toward the front door. The two stood up and started to edge toward the exit.

"Hey," Sydney tugged on Sonny's shirt. "When is Will and the baby coming back?"

"What?" Sonny kneeled down in front of Sydney.

"I miss them," Sydney insisted, flashing Sonny two bright, round eyes. "Can they come home now?"

"Uh, yes," Sonny nodded, understanding sliding over him. "They will be home soon."

"Okay," Sydney smiled before skipping off into the kitchen for some juice.

"Let's go," Paul said, helping Sonny off the floor.

"Will has the baby," Sonny told Paul.

"Well, then he won't have gone far. Will wouldn't take Santo on a long journey," Paul said. He paused when he saw a framed family picture hanging in the entry way. It hit him, who they should have gone to in the first place. "There's one person that always knows where Will is. That Will wouldn't dare leave without telling."

"Well, well, well," EJ pressed his fingertips together, surveying Sonny and Paul from his desk. "I wondered how long it would take until you arrived."

"Can we skip The Godfather act," Sonny requested. "We just want to talk to him."

EJ frowned, put out that he didn't get to perform his well-rehearsed speech.

"We know you know," Paul said, doing his best to keep his tone polite and reverent. "You always know everything about Will."

Appeased, EJ sat up straighter. "He wanted to clear his head."

"From whatever nightmare-us did?" Sonny guessed. He did his best not to roll his eyes. He knew EJ would take offense and ruin whatever progress they made.

"Where would he go if he wanted to get away from us?" Paul wondered out loud. "I can't imagine he went far if he had the baby with him."

"And," Sonny said as it dawned on him. "You wouldn't let him go by himself either." Sonny watched as EJ nodded his head. "So, you either sent someone with him or someone to check on him."

EJ sat and waited for the two of them to figure it out themselves. Although, he wasn't holding his breath. He didn't think they were that bright after all.

"Now that you mention it," Paul's eyes narrowed, "When was the last time anyone saw Chad?"

"Hmm," Sonny pursed his lips, concentrating. "Not since before Will disappeared."

EJ sighed. They were taking much too long to figure this out. Why is William dating these idiots again?

"Chad must be with Will and Santo," Paul mused. "Wherever that is."

"It wouldn't be that far," Sonny said, working it all out. "But they're not at home. We checked there already."

EJ rolled his hand in a circle, hoping for them to figure it out.

"Doesn't Will's family have a house or something in the woods?" Paul asked. "That creepy place where all the crimes happen?"

"Oh, yeah," Sonny nodded. "The Horton cabin, it can't be that far out of Salem. That has to be it." Turning to face EJ again, Sonny said, "Will's there. Isn't he?"

EJ clapped his hands together in a slow, sarcastic manner. "Bravo. That only took what, fifteen minutes? I bet William it would take at least an hour. I owe him $50."

Ignoring that, Paul said, "Do you have an address?"

"I do," EJ said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"But you're not gonna tell us, right?" Paul said with a dry expression. He wasn't surprised at all.

"Nope," EJ answered, pushing his high-backed leather chair from his desk. He stood up, buttoning his suit jacket. "Now," EJ gestured toward the door, "I have nothing else to do today. I just don't want to talk to you anymore."

"Why are we asking him again?" Paul asked. He watched Sonny knock on a door and sit back on his heels.

"Because, you know Will's trying to patch things up with him," Sonny answered. "And part of that includes us."

"I just don't see how telling Lucas we lost his son is going to win us any points," Paul pointed out with a shrug.

"I didn't think of that," Sonny said, biting his lip. "Maybe we should run for it."

"Too late," Paul said, hearing the door unlock. He forced his face into something resembling a smile when the door swung open. Only, it wasn't Lucas that answered.

"Mom?!" Sonny spat out, eyes bulging out of his head. "Wh-wha-wh?" Sonny sputtered.

"Sonny," Adrienne Kiriakis pushed a few strands of hair behind her ears. "Um," she glanced over her shoulder, further into Lucas' apartment. "Well, I-uh-I-."

Paul looked between the two of them. He never noticed how similar the two of them were until this moment. He watched as they both stammered with their eyes bugging out.

"Who's at the door?" Lucas questioned from further in the apartment. Holding a bowl of popcorn, he pushed the door open. "Oh, you two." Lucas ran his eyes over Sonny and Paul for a few moments. "Where's Will?"

"Well," Paul said when he realized Sonny was too busy glaring at Adrienne. "That's sort of the problem. We don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Lucas adjusted his hold on the popcorn, seconds away from panicking. "Where the hell's my son?"

"You see-," Paul started. Sonny and Adrienne still glaring at each other.

"You lost my son!" Lucas shouted, beginning to pace.

"I didn't lose him," Paul rolled his eyes. "I know where he is. I just don't know where there is."

"You don't know where what?" Lucas stopped mid-pace, one foot raised in the air.

"He's at the Horton cabin," Paul said. "With Chad and the baby. We just don't know where that is."

"Why don't you ask Will?" Lucas suggested, annoyed Paul worked him up for nothing.

"I would," Paul scratched the back of his neck, thinking on his feet. He knew Lucas wouldn't help him if he said Will was hiding from them. "But it's sort of a surprise we're working on, you know?"

"Oh," Lucas paused for a moment, lips quirking up. "So, I'd be helping Will?"

"Uh," Paul felt bad for a moment. He knew Lucas and Will were working on fixing things. But he didn't know how Will would feel about him and Sonny bursting in on him when he was trying to get away from them. Will might get upset not only at his boyfriends but also at Lucas for helping them. But desperate times called for desperate measures. "Yep, you'd be helping Will."

"In that case," Lucas rattled off directions. "And if you see the lake, you've gone too far."

"Okay, great," Paul grinned and stuck out his hand. "Thank you, Lucas. I appreciate it." Paul elbowed Sonny in the stomach.

"Huh?" Sonny finally turned away from his staring contest with Adrienne. "Oh, yeah, thanks."

"Come on," Paul grabbed Sonny's elbow and yanked. "Time to go."

Sonny, wanting to stay and lay into his mother, stumbled after. "This is not over," Sonny warned his mother.

"Not now," Paul hissed. "One problem at a time."

"What do we do if Will kicks us out?" Sonny asked as he walked up to the Horton cabin door with Paul.

"Well, he won't make a fuss in front of Santo," Paul reasoned. "So, we just try to get it out of him why he flipped out over a dream."

"Right," Sonny kicked off a bit of gravel from his shoes as they stepped onto the porch. "Love him, you know I do. But Will isn't the most rational, is he?"

"Don't hear let him hear you say that," Paul teased. He contemplated knocking but didn't want to risk a door in his face. Instead, he tried the knob and smiled when it turned. "Alright, let's keep our tempers in check, right?"

"You're telling me not to lose it?" Sonny asked Paul with a dry look. "Ironic much?"

"I can keep my temper just fine," Paul insisted.

"Uh huh," Sonny rolled his eyes. "You just try not to cave when Will bats his eyes and pouts at you."

"I don't cave all the time," when Sonny snorted, Paul added, "Anymore."

"Let's figure this out, alright," Sonny suggested. "Before it gets any worse."

The first thing they heard after Paul pushed the door open was a high-pitched squeal from baby Santo. It was a familiar squeal, one that Sonny and Paul heard often. Just as often as they heard the laugh that came after it.

"Who's got your nose?" Will asked as he brushed his finger down Santo's nose. Will clamped his fist together before laying it flat.

Santo, tiny fist smacking against his own nose, giggled. He reached out two slobbery hands to grab at Will making little gushing sounds. Everyone knew it was Santo's way of demanding someone hold him.

"Oh, alright," Will lifted Santo high into the air and spun him around and around. "You know I can't so no to you."

"Now you know how everyone else feels about you," Chad said as he walked out of the bathroom. "Especially with those stupid eyes you two share."

"Who, us?" Will pushed his face against Santo. Two twin pairs of bright blue eyes stared out at Chad.

"Gah," Chad covered his face with his right arm. "Put them away. Those things are dangerous."

Will, still unaware that Sonny and Paul were standing behind him, rolled said eyes. Turning Santo to face him, Will said, "Uncle Chad is lame."

"Hey!" Chad uncovered himself, half-laughing, half-indignant. "I am not-whoa."

Chad spotted Sonny and Paul hovering in the doorway. Not wanting to draw attention to it, Chad cleared his throat. "Uh, excuse me, buddy, mini-buddy. I think I left something in the car."

Will, used to Chad's weird behavior over the past few days, ignored him.

Chad, strained smile on his face, grabbed two elbows and dragged them back to the front porch.

"What are you doing here?" Chad closed the door behind him and blocked it with his arms crossed.

"What do you think?" Paul gave Chad an aggravated look. "Trying to figure out what the hell we did and how to fix it."

"You shouldn't have come yet," Chad said in a low voice. He looked over his shoulder. He was so tall he could look through the tiny pane of stained glass at the top of the door. Will and Santo were sitting at the table while Will unscrewed a jar of baby food. "He's not ready to see you."

"What does that even mean?" Sonny threw up his arms with a grumbled huff. "We didn't do anything. He's mad about a dream for God's sake."

"Yeah, well, it was a pretty realistic dream," Chad defended. "He's shaken up about it still. I mean, he wakes up crying every night. It screwed him up good."

"What?" Paul whispered, face falling. Through his annoyance and frustration, he hadn't thought about how Will was feeling. Or what the nightmare was about either. Will's gone through so much. Why didn't I stop to think about how he's feeling? He wouldn't just up and leave over nothing.

"He cries?" Sonny asked, abashed.

"Yeah," Chad pressed his lips together and nodded. While looking at the floor, he explained, "He tries to play it off like Santo woke him but I know he didn't. We both know he didn't."

"So, what happened?" Sonny's forehead wrinkled together, shoulders hunching. "Did he just ask you to come?"

"No," Chad said. "He was gonna take the baby here to relax or something. I don't know. Either way, I sort of invited myself. I didn't want him alone, them alone, especially considering the dream."

"Did he tell you what it was about?" Paul wondered.

"Oh, yeah," Chad laughed even though he didn't find it funny at all. "I had to drag it out of him but he told me. When he wakes up in the middle of the night," Chad revealed, "I have to convince him he's awake. He's so convinced every time that he's still stuck in that dream, that nightmare. It's awful."

"And it was about us?" Sonny asked in a low voice.

"Everyone," Chad amended. "It's about everyone. I wasn't as bad in the dream, I suppose because he was only mad at me for the first day. EJ, he freaked out over when he saw. Sami, he didn't even talk to her for a while. It took some convincing. But you two, just mentioning your name gets him all worked up and not in a good way."

"What was the dream about?" Paul questioned even though he knew Chad wouldn't tell him.

"Not my place," Chad said. "Just, don't make him feel bad about it. I mean, yeah, it's kind of ridiculous to get so upset over something that didn't happen. You know how he is, though. He's emotional and doesn't think or he ends up thinking too much," Chad paused for a moment, blinking. "You know what I mean."

Sonny and Paul nodded at the same time. They did know what Chad meant. Everyone did.

"He might not even talk to you," Chad pointed out. "So, you know, there's that. Don't get surprised if he kicks you out."

"We're hoping that with Santo around he won't get too upset," Sonny said with a sheepish grimace. "Maybe."

"One can only hope," Chad mumbled. "Let's just get this over with before something bad happens."

Chad turned to face the door, seeming to steel himself before opening it wide.

"Guess who got a certain someone to eat his peas?" Will said in a sing-song voice. Directed at Santo, Will added, "I am so the best brother in the world. Aren't I?"

Santo, giving Will a curious look, green peas smeared all over his cheeks, gurgled.

"Yep, I am," Will took the gurgling as confirmation. "Now, let's clean you up, little dude. How do you always make such a mess? I just don't know."

Santo squirmed while Will wiped off his messy face with a washcloth. He squawked when he saw Chad, Sonny, and Paul walk inside. He banged his fists on the tray of his highchair, garnering Will's attention.

"Why aren't you talking," Will looked over his shoulder, "…Chad?"

"Uh," Chad put his hands inside his pockets before taking them back out again. "Well, we have a few visitors and I want to make sure you're okay about it. And also, that you know, it wasn't my idea and I told them to get lost."

Sonny, shooting Chad a mutinous glare, directed his attention back at Will. He watched as Will's eyes widened to an almost cartoonish level as a myriad of emotions raced across his face. Sonny thought he recognized a few. Surprise, of course, and a bit of fear but there was also hurt and anger even.

Paul noted the shadows underneath Will's eyes, how red and puffy they looked. The happy gleam he grew accustomed to missing, leaving behind a haunted look Paul didn't care for.

Will, tossing the pea-covered rag in his hand on the table, swallowed. It took him a few tries before he was able to center his thoughts. "Why are you here?"

Sonny and Paul glanced at each other before Sonny said, "We're worried. We didn't know where you were and you wouldn't talk to us."

"What did you expect us to do?" Paul added. It took everything in him not to advance into the room. Not to rush over to Will and either kiss him or smack him. He wasn't sure which urge was stronger.

"Well, you know where I am," Will said, voice wobbling but he powered through. "You can go, now," Will turned away from the three of them.

Will unbuckled Santo from the highchair attached to the table. He held the baby at his hip as he cleaned their mess, ignoring everyone else.

"Will?" Chad sighed, stepping further into the cabin.

Will, putting the rest of Santo's baby food in the fridge, pretended he couldn't hear. He walked into the bathroom, starting up the tub for Santo's bath.

"Babe?" Sonny followed Will into the small bathroom. Paul crowded in after him leaving little room to maneuver.

"How about some bubbles?" Will asked Santo as he unsnapped his onesie. "Yeah," Will checked the temperature was fine before putting Santo inside. "That's nice, huh?"

"Baby," Paul's patience could only go so far. "You can't ignore us forever."

Will, glaring at the tiled wall in front of him, said nothing. He made sure Santo was nice and clean and had enough time to splash around. After, he pulled the plug on the drain and wrapped Santo in a nice fluffy towel.

"That's better," Will elbowed Sonny and Paul out of his way to get to the products he left on the sink. It was much harder to pretend he was alone with two bodies pressing in around him. "Lotion first," Will told Santo, rubbing in some baby-scented lotion. "Now, let's fix that messy hair."

"We don't even know what we did," Sonny told Will. "Especially when we didn't do anything in the first place. You're blaming us for something that happened in a dream."

"Do you hear that, Santo?" Will said in a sharp, clipped voice. "That's the sound of someone who doesn't want to own up to his mistakes."

"Oh, come on," Sonny groaned. "I didn't even-," he stopped when Paul put a hand on his arm and shook his head.

"Can't we at least talk about it before you kick us out?" Paul requested, trying to keep everyone calm. "Please?"

"I have nothing to say to you," Will informed them, fixing Santo's diaper. "In fact, I'm not talking to you at all."

"You're talking right now," Sonny commented, figuring if he upset Will enough he might lash out and talk.

"Come on, Santo," Will said with a snarl. "Bedtime."

Chad, sitting on the bed in the large room, stood up as soon as Will stomped over. "Here," he held out pajamas for the baby.

Will handed Santo over to Chad and grabbed a glass of water from the table. "Chad, make them go away."

"Uh," Chad looked over to see Sonny and Paul with their hands pressed together as if pleading with him. "Couldn't you talk to them a little? I mean, they did come all the way out here. And isn't that one of your things, now? That they didn't care?"

"I don't want to," Will said, crossing his arms and sitting on the bed with a huff.

"Will," Chad bit his lip to prevent himself from saying something he'd regret. "Look, talk to them. You did leave them without a word after freaking them out. They are your boyfriends. You kind of owe them something."

Will, ready to argue, paused when Santo rolled onto his stomach and grabbed Will's hand. Santo stared up at Will with innocent, accusing little eyes. Will always felt like Santo cut him to his core, was able to see past all Will's pretenses. He didn't care if he was a baby or that everyone else thought he was crazy. It felt like Santo was part of Will, the good part of him, his conscience. All the ridiculous things that run through Will's head seem cleared with Santo around. In this case, Will couldn't help but feel annoyed. He knew what the right thing to do was.

With Santo's crystal clear eyes on him, Will threw himself backward on the bed and nodded.

"Right," Chad said when he realized Will wasn't getting up. He looked around the cabin. It had only one large encompassing room with an attached bathroom. Not much room for privacy and this was a conversation Chad didn't care to witness. "Maybe I'll just take Santo out for a drive to get him to sleep. You know how he likes the vibrations."

"Sure," Will reached out to kiss Santo's chubby cheek before Chad grabbed the diaper bag and the baby.

"I'll be back in a while," Chad informed Will. He nodded at Sonny and Paul, wrapped Santo in a blanket, and left.

Sonny waited until he heard Chad's car back up on the gravel path and drive off. He took a tentative step toward the bed Will laid spread-eagle over.

Paul, not sure what to say or do now that the time came, trailed after Sonny. He didn't think Will would want them to sit next to him on the bed. Towering over Will didn't seem like a good idea either. Instead, Paul followed Sonny's cue and perched on the edge of the bed.

The three sat in an awkward, tense silence. No one seemed like they wanted to be the first to break it. Will, eyes closed tight, did his best to center himself but it was hard. Even now, days later, he'd close his eyes and everything from his dream came rushing back. It all seemed so real as if Will lived through another lifetime. Another lifetime Will never wanted to revisit.

Watching the way Will's forehead flickered, wrinkling and smoothing out, Sonny sighed. "Can you tell us what the dream was about?"

Will grunted. He didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to relive it over and over again. He just wanted to forget.

"I think we deserve that, at least," Paul said in a slow, even tone. "Since you ran out on us and we've been waiting for you only to find out you won't talk to us about something we did in a dream."

"I know that's weird," Will confessed. "Or whatever but I can't help it."

"I think you could," Sonny said. "Did the two of us do something to you? Hurt you? We don't understand any of this, Will."

"It was just a bad dream," Will wiggled around the bed, not wanting to talk about this anymore.

"Yeah, we gathered that," Paul nodded. "After you locked yourself in the bathroom and didn't talk to us for three days."

"I'm sorry," Will opened his eyes and sat up. He curled his knees against his chest, leaning on the headboard. "I know I'm...," Will searched for a word, "Difficult. But I couldn't help it. I couldn't see you after that."

"Why?" Sonny made a cautious move toward Will on the bed. "What did we do that was so bad you couldn't see us in real life?"

"It wasn't just one thing," Will murmured, "It was a lot of stuff."

"Like what?" Paul mimicked Sonny, moving just a bit closer.

"You two weren't-I mean you were-but I wasn't-and then I-but no one was there and I-," Will couldn't get his thoughts to work. There was too much he wanted to say and none of it would come out right.

"Okay, slow down," Sonny said in a supportive voice. He reached forward and touched Will's bare ankle and rubbed it up and down. "Just take your time."

Will covered his face with his hands. He didn't know how to tell them. Everyone else was easier. He didn't care if Chad, or his mom, or EJ thought he was stupid. He did care if Sonny or Paul did and that's what Will was. Stupid for letting everything get so far, for letting it get to his head.

"It's okay," Paul encouraged with a small smile.

"It was weird," Will said at first. "Everything was different. We weren't all together. I didn't even know you," Will chanced a look at Paul. "I married Sonny and I had a baby with Gabi. She was alive and so was T and none of the bad things that happened to me happened. At first, it was nice but I realized other things happened. EJ was dead. If Santo existed, we didn't know him. My mom and my brother and sisters didn't live here and I never saw them. Chad never talked to me. I didn't even see Neil or Brian at all. Then I met Paul in my dream and everything went so wrong."

"How did it go wrong?" Sonny asked. He couldn't help but wonder what life would have been like if he did marry Will.

"I slept with Paul and everyone hated me," Will told them. "Everyone thought I was a big sl-um-you know what. You both hated me but wanted each other." Will's voice got quieter and quieter. "And then someone strangled me to death and no one cared. You two were happier without me, everyone was happier without me."

Paul wasn't sure he liked the sound of that dream. He scooted closer to Will until they were sitting shoulder to shoulder. "That dream is crap," Paul declared.

Will said nothing. It was all too vivid in his mind, seemed so real. "It felt real."

"Why would you marry Sonny?" Paul offered, offended he wasn't the one married to Will in the dream.

Sonny, giving Paul a harsh look, moved to sit in front of Will. "Almost everything in that dream wouldn't happen. Gabi and T are dead. EJ's alive. You don't have a baby. It couldn't happen."

"Yes, it could," Will argued. "EJ could die. I could have a baby. I almost did," Will picked up a stray toy of Santo's and shook in in the air.

"That is not the same type of situation," Paul said.

"But it could happen," Will insisted. "You two could decide you hate me and I could die without anyone caring."

"No, you couldn't," Sonny stated in a voice that left no room for argument. "Not including ourselves," Sonny pointed between himself and Paul, "Do you know how many lives you'd devastate if you were dead? Do you not remember what happened when you got kidnapped?" Sonny powered on even when Will flinched. "How many people stopped everything to look for you? I mean, you know almost everyone in Salem. There is no way you could die and not shut down this entire town with grief."

"And we'd never hate you," Paul added. "That is the dumbest part of your dream. Even when I didn't like you when we first met, I never hated you."

"You do realize we love the hell out of you, right?" Sonny sat up on his knees and grabbed Will's wrists. "Because we do. You know we do."

Will, looking away from the two of them, wasn't ready to give in just yet. The dream brought up long-seeded fears of his. Fears that weren't going to disappear with just a few words.

"Alright," Paul glanced at Sonny for a brief moment, "If we have to prove it, we will. Come on," Paul gestured with his head toward the door, "We'll all go get married right now."

A startled laugh erupted out of Will.

"I'm serious, let's go," Paul stood up, grabbing one of Will's arms and yanking.

"You can't marry both of us," Will said, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Sure I can," Paul argued. "I'd just have to start a new life as a bigamist but that's a price I'm willing to pay. So, let's go. You can get married in that," Paul waved a hand at Will's tank top and sweat pants.

"I'm not marrying anyone," Will huffed out a laugh. "You're ridiculous."

"Why?" Paul plopped back on the bed. "I'll find us some sort of minister and have our own little ceremony."

"It's illegal for one," Will said.

"Oh, like you care about that," Sonny interrupted with a teasing grin.

"Nobody is getting married," Will stated. "Stop being crazy."

"Oh, wanting to get married is crazy but hiding out from us because of a dream is rational?" Paul gave Will a pointed look. His tone was both teasing with a hint of something serious behind it.

"I know," Will heaved a dramatic sigh. "It just seemed so real. And when I woke up, I couldn't escape it. I saw you two and I just remembered how you both couldn't stand me and were happy I was dead. Everything was so wrong and I just couldn't escape it. Even now, when I close my eyes, I feel the same way I did in my dream. Alone and unloved and-I don't know," Will trailed off. "I just convinced myself that if I was around you, any of you, I'd come true, sooner or later."

"Why didn't you just tell us that?" Sonny wondered. "We would have understood. You didn't have to run off without telling us. You freaked us out pretty bad."

"I know," Will bit his lip. "I just, I might have done that on purpose." Seeing Sonny and Paul's expressions caused Will to add, "I just, at first, well, I-uh-it was hard to tell what was real anymore. It was so vivid, felt so real. I was kind of angry." Will's hands came together, fingers twisting.

Sonny and Paul, patience waning, stared.

"You two made me feel like I was worthless," Will defended. "I didn't know what to do."

"We," Paul gestured between him and Sonny, "Didn't do anything. It. Was. A. Dream!"

"I know that now!" Will grumbled. "But not when I woke up. I was so convinced it was real and when I woke up I couldn't differentiate if I was still in my dream or not."

"Don't get upset," Sonny shushed. He was doing his best to follow his own advice as well. "I know it was hard for you. I just wish you hadn't blamed us."

"I'm sorry," Will said for the first time, shamefaced.

Paul, still annoyed, did his best to stay strong in the face of Will's pout. "I get that you're upset about it all but we could have helped you."

"It was a bad dream," Will mumbled, staring at the bedspread.

"Yeah, I'm sure I would have freaked out too," Paul nodded. "But I would have wanted the two of you near me to reassure me that it wasn't real."

"I didn't think of that," Will admitted feeling dumb. "I just kept thinking it was real and you hated me and I didn't want to see you and think about what I saw, what you told me."

"What dream us told you," Sonny reminded Will. "The real us would have never done that."

"Yeah," Will said even though he didn't sound too convinced.

"Come on," Paul scooted even closer. He used the tip of his index finger to lift Will's head. He wanted to look into those eyes he could never resist. "Hey," Paul said pushing Will's glasses up from where they fell down his nose. "Hi."

"Hi," Will felt his face heating up.

"I missed you," Paul said, thumb running over Will's jawline.

"I missed you too," Will confessed. "It was hard ignoring you for so long."

"I bet you had fun, though," Sonny said as he rubbed against Will's bare ankle and foot. "You and the baby."

"And Chad," Paul said sounding less than thrilled.

"It was pretty fun," Will smiled, reaching out to grab one of Sonny's hands. "We took Santo to the lake and fed some swans."

"That sounds nice," Sonny encouraged. Wanting to get away from the subject of nightmares and ignoring them.

"Uh," Paul glanced around the one room. He saw the table and the small leather sofa, the mantle, and the one bed. "Where did you all sleep?"

"Santo stayed in his pack and play and Chad and I shared the bed," Will said with a small shrug, leaning into Paul's hands on his skin.

"Hmm," Paul hummed in disapproval.

"It wasn't that romantic," Will said with a teasing smile. "Chad steals the covers and kicks in his sleep. Whenever I would have a peaceful moment I'd get a kick to my shin."

"That's what you get," Paul decided with a sniff.

Sonny, knowing there wasn't anything to worry about with Chad, shook his head.

"Rude," Will stuck out his lips in a pout.

Instead of responding, Paul leaned forward and kissed the pout off of Will's lips.

Will, surprised, locked his arms around Paul's neck when he tried to pull away. When they separated, lips lingering Will's eyes stayed closed.

Sonny licked his lips, before pulling Will forward by his shirt and kissing him.

"Mmm," Will sighed into Sonny's mouth, rushing forward to meet him.

Sonny winced for a second, ending their kiss. With a soft hand, he removed Will's glasses so they'd stop smooshing into the side of his face. "That's better."

Paul took the glasses and put them on a nightstand.

Will, squinting a bit without his glasses, nodded.

"What do you say," Paul got onto his knees and started pulling up Will's tank top, "We show you just how much we want you around?"

"Um," Will rubbed at his mouth, already breathless, "But the baby and Chad, they'll be back soon."

"I'll deal with that," Sonny said. He slipped out his phone and dialed Chad's number. "Don't bother coming back," Sonny said before ending the call.

"But his toys," Will looked at the stuffies littering the bed.

"He's bound to be sleeping by now," Sonny dismissed, shoving the toys to the floor. "Stop worrying. Just let us take care of you."

Will relaxed as soon as Sonny said the magic words. He lifted his arms in the air so Paul could slip off Will's shirt.

Paul pushed Will against the pillows, mouth latching onto a freckle at the juncture of Will's neck and shoulder. Sonny laid next to Will, turning Will's neck to the side so they could kiss.

Will moaned as Sonny's tongue slipped between his lips and Paul's teeth dragged against his skin. His hips lifted as he writhed and squirmed at the dual treatment.

Will loved Paul's mouth. Loved how plush and plump it was. Loved each cushiony press to his skin. Loved the way Paul would work his teeth and his tongue in an electric pattern. Loved the way Paul's hands would hold him down. Loved the satisfied grin Paul would flash him after leaving a rosy red mark. Will loved Paul's lips all over his skin, his nipples, his inner thighs, and his cock. There was something about Paul's mouth all over his body that sent chills up and down Will's spine.

Will loved Sonny's kisses just as much. Sonny's lips weren't as plump as Paul's but they knew what they were doing. Sonny's kisses always left Will breathless, boneless. He'd nip and devour with such chaotic precision Will almost never knew how to follow along. He'd hold onto Sonny's thick hair and submit to his perfect kisses as his head swam leaving him a dizzy, thoughtless mess.

Sonny was the better kisser but Will relished Paul's lips on his body. Will savored each moment he had both at the same time. Each time he'd have Sonny swallowing his moans and Paul overwhelming his senses. It was moments like those that grounded Will, reminded Will how lucky he was to have them both, to have so much.

Sonny pulled away from Will, panting. Their noses brushed against one another, breath mingling. Sonny smiled when Will's eyes slid shut, hips jumping. He didn't need to look to know what Paul was doing. Sonny could hear the sounds. Hear the slurping of Paul's mouth slipping and sliding along Will's cock.

Will whined, thighs vibrating as his hands clutched at Sonny's hair harder, fiercer. He wanted to kiss Sonny again, needed to kiss Sonny again.

Paul trailed his fingertips over the sensitive flesh of Will's thighs. Dragged his fingers through the blonde leg hair as he opened his mouth wider, saliva dripping down Will's cock.

"Feel good?" Sonny questioned, planting soft, teasing kisses along the corners of Will's mouth.

"Uh huh," Will nodded, words failing him.

Sonny pulled away from Will, smirking at the whine that followed. He watched Paul work his mouth up and down, twisting this way and that on Will's cock. "He looks so nice doing that, doesn't he babe?"

"Y-yes," Will stuttered out, mouth falling open as Paul dragged a tooth along a sensitive vein. "So, so good."

Sonny pushed Will forward so he could sit behind him. His hand snaked down Will's chest to tweak a nipple, making Will emit a high-pitched eep.

"He looks like he's enjoying it too," Sonny rolled Will's nipple and breathed against his ear. "Doesn't look like he hates you, does he?"

Will shook his head, unable to look away from Paul's wide lips stretch around him. His hands reached out to pet at Paul's dark hair, trying his best not to shove him down any further.

"Because he doesn't hate you," Sonny promised. He gave a vicious twist to Will's nipple and said, "He loves you. Just like I love you. And nothing in that nightmare is ever going to come true."

Will nodded again, slack-jawed.

Sonny shoved Will's sweatpants the rest of the way down Will's hips instead of just the rushed job Paul did.

"Suck," Sonny shoved three fingers into Will's mouth. He rubbed his groin against the small of Will's back as Will slathered the fingers. When they were dripping, Sonny adjusted so he could rub them against Will's entrance.

Will's back arched high, choking Paul as Sonny's middle finger slipped inside of him on just the right side of painful.

"Hey," Paul pulled off Will, voice deep and scratchy. "I was busy here."

"I know," Sonny smoldered at Paul with a wicked grin. "I was just getting him ready."

Paul stared at Sonny for a long while, taking in the beads of sweat along his brow and the flush to his skin. Paul licked his lips before yanking Will's pants all the way off and starting on his own.

Naked and hard, Paul pushed Will's legs up until his feet were flat on the bed. He pressed a few tiny kisses to the tip of Will's wet cock, laughing when Will complained.

"Sorry, baby," Paul leaned forward to kiss Will's lips. "Don't want you to come just yet."

"Why?" Will said in a petulant tone, hips working back against Sonny's fingers.

"Always so demanding," Sonny said, having a difficult time keeping his pace smooth and steady so as not to hurt Will. "Any lube?"

"Why would I bring lube on a trip with Chad?" Will looked over his shoulder to glare at Sonny.

"Hush," Paul smacked at Will's inner thighs. Despite how muscular Will's legs were, Paul enjoyed watching the tiny bit of excess skin jiggle.

"Can't fuck you without it, now can we?" Sonny licked against the shell of Will's ear.

"Spit," Will urged, hips jerking forward and back.

"Like this?" Paul questioned, spitting against Will's hole as Sonny's fingers pulled out. He brushed his tongue along Will's entrance in a quick tease.

"I think like this," Sonny moved out from behind Will. He bent forward and took Paul's cock into his mouth. Using as much spit as he could, Sonny got Paul as wet as possible.

"Fuck," Paul threw his head back and groaned.

Will, loving to watch Sonny and Paul together, made a strange gurgling sound at the sight of them.

"Better," Sonny pulled away from Paul with a triumphant grin.

"Jerk," Paul complained before adding, "Love you."

"Mmm, love you two," Sonny replied. "Now, fuck our boyfriend."

Paul, dick shiny and dripping with saliva, lined himself up with Will and pushed inside.

"Yes!" Will wrapped his legs around Paul's thighs, forcing Paul all the way inside. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"You'd think it'd been ages," Sonny said as he rubbed up and down Paul's flank, eyes locked on Paul's cock pushing in and out of Will. Watching Will's hole stretch to accommodate him.

Will, beyond words, threw his head back against the pillows, working his hips in a rapid pace.

"Fuck," Paul praised, slipping his hands under Will's ass and pulling him into his lap.

Will wrapped his arms around Paul's neck, using his feet to push himself up and down. All while Sonny took his time taking off his clothes.

Paul's fingers dug into Will's ass, grunting out quiet praise. "So good, baby. Feel so good. That's it, yeah, baby."

Sonny fisted himself while watching the two. His own pre-come slicked his hand. Paul, seeing the way Sonny eyed Will's ass, used one finger to beckon Sonny over.

Getting an idea of what Paul wanted, Sonny stood on the bed, hips aligned with Paul's mouth. "Yes," Sonny hissed as Paul sucked down his cock, using his tongue to get Sonny nice and wet. Sonny enjoyed the sensation for a few moments, prolonging it before pulling away. He dropped to his knees behind Will and pulled him into his own lap.

Will threw his head behind him to rest on Sonny's shoulder, back arched high as Sonny fucked into him. "Mmm, so good," Will whispered about Sonny's thick length inside of him.

"I know," Sonny grinned, grinding into Will. "You like that?"

"Uh huh," Will panted, "So, so much."

Sonny and Paul took turns for several minutes. Each wetting the others cock with their mouth before passing Will over. Will loved the lack of rhythm, loved the feel of the different lengths and widths inside him. Loved getting so close to the edge before having it taken away.

When they were all sweat-soaked and aching, Will moved to his hands and knees, ass up in the air. Sonny and Paul each took a few thrusts before moving aside for the other.

"Fuck," Paul slapped at Will's ass, thrusting forward and back, "Gonna come soon."

"Yes," Will groaned.

"Me too," Sonny breathed, jerking his cock in hand. "Here?"

"Uh huh," Paul nodded, pulling out of Will.

It only took a few pulls from both of them, before they started to come. Great white globs shooting over Will's lower back and dripping over the curve of his ass.

Will moaned at the feel of the added wetness against his skin. "Yes, fuck, yes. Come all over me."

"Like that?" Sonny questioned after taking a few moments to collect his bearings. His hand slid around to Will's front, grabbing his cock.

Paul rubbed their come into Will's skin, forehead resting on Will's right shoulder. Sonny fisted Will's cock, pressing into his left side. The combination of touches and their overwhelming presence caused Will to come with a loud wail.

"Love you," Sonny promised into Will's ear. He pressed several kisses to the sweaty skin. "Love you so much.

"Yeah?" Will asked after collecting himself, chest still heaving, and limbs shaky.

"Sonny told you before," Paul kissed Will's cheek, "We love the hell out of you."

"Love you both too," Will smiled, happy and content.

The three rested together for a few moments before Sonny asked, "Is there a washing machine in this place?"

"Uh," Will thought it over, "I think so. Behind one of those doors over there," Will flopped his arm around. "Why?"

"Well," Sonny tried to think of a delicate way to put it before saying it flat out, "Your come is all over the place and unless you want to leave that behind in your family cabin we need to clean it."

"Oh, yeah," Will scrunched his nose together. With great difficulty, he sat up and helped take off the bedding.

The three loaded the washer and took turns showering. There was no way three grown men were going to fit in that bathtub at the same time.

That night, as Will settled into sleep with his head on Paul's chest and Sonny snuggled into his back, he didn't have any dreams at all.

Author's note:

While revisiting this verse I thought about how outrageously different it was from the show. That turned into Will having a nightmare involving the show's plot and working towards the prompt.

Thanks for reading and thanks to Joel for the prompt.