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The Long, Dark Night of Will Stevens	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 1318 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 4- Bed

Will came awake with a start, his heart pounding.� He hadn�t meant to fall asleep.� He looked towards the bed, to find Don alert
and looking around.� Looks a little less dead this morning �

�Good morning,� Will said, standing and stretching to give
himself time to wake up.� His jeans stuck
to his legs and he remembered that he�d never changed out of his blood-soaked
clothes.� Oh well, not like Don doesn�t know he bled last night.

Don was looking down at his own body, his face a grimace of
pain and distaste.� It looked even worse
than it had last night, if that was possible.�
His shoulders were caked with dried blood, and covered with cuts,
bruises, and burns.�

Will needed to get a closer look, check for possible
internal injuries.� �Okay,� he said
reluctantly.� ��Guess we better see what you got yourself
into.�� He came around the side of the
bed and Don clutched his sheet around him.

Will sighed.� I�ve seen it all already, remember?� But he knew this wasn�t about modesty, it was
about shame.� Don felt that Will couldn�t
understand.� He didn�t realize that he
wasn�t the first person to fall to Channing, or someone like him.

�Crouching so that his
eyes were level with Don�s, Will said quietly, �I told you that I was an EMT,
right?� I�ve picked up people from The
Chamber before who were in worse shape than you, but then they were usually
dead.�

Don raised his eyebrows and Will nodded, feeling the old,
useless bitterness. �LAPD Vice has kept an eye on them for a while but there
hasn�t been anything they could prosecute.�
The Chamber has damn good lawyers.��
He couldn�t help a satisfied smile.�
He�d built a tight, clean case for the DEA.� �Let�s see them get out of the drug charges.�

Don shuddered, and Will wondered what dark thought caused
that particular shudder.� There were so
many possibilities �

Will felt the need to explain, perhaps vainly, that The
Chamber wasn�t what BDSM was about.�
After such an experience, Don would probably never understand.� Too bad,
because he�d make a spectacular sub� Stop that!

Will gathered his straying thoughts and continued, �I�m
overjoyed to see The Chamber get shut down.�
Ninety-nine percent of BDSM clubs are responsible organizations,
concerned with the health of all their members, and dedicated to safe power play.� But it�s that last one percent that harbors
monsters like Channing that are the most frightening, especially if someone
goes in there thinking that the club will look after him.� I don�t know if The Chamber has even heard of
a Dungeon Monitor. I bet Channing told you that you didn�t need limits or a
safe word.��

Don nodded and, unable to hold it back, Will�s anger boiled
to the surface.� He said harshly, �I bet he
also made you think that you were only there for his pleasure.� That�s not the way it should work, you should
be his partner, not his � piece of meat.�
I bet you had no idea what your role was supposed to be, nobody
explained it to you.� Your first Dom was
Ragan, right?� Total wannabe.� Goddamned filthy
club.��

Will was shaking with anger and he took a few extra
breaths.� How many other people had The
Chamber ruined?� Well, Don was one too
many.� If his drug case didn�t stick, he
may have to go back there with a gas can and matches.

He wanted to touch Don�s arm, but didn�t know how that would
be interpreted.� Besides, there was
nowhere to touch that wouldn�t hurt.� He
put his hand on the mattress and leaned forward. ��I was worried when I found out that you were
being called the sub no one could reach.�
Then that night I found out you were under that sick bastard and I was
terrified.� There�s been more than one body
carried out of his dungeon.�� Will could
see very clearly the outcome of a clash between a stubborn, untutored sub and a
vindictive, arrogant Dom. �By the time
that Don finally died, it would have come as a release.

�I was so relieved when I finally got that last piece of
evidence I needed to call in the raid.�� A gross understatement.� I don�t think dispatch quite knew what to
think of my jubilant demand for a raid. ��Now he
just needed to give Don a reason, and wasn�t about to give him the truth.� �I didn�t want to have to explain to anyone
how I let a fellow Fed get tortured and murdered right under my nose.�

�Now please,� Will begged.�
�Let me see?�

Don sighed, closed his eyes, and let go of the sheet.� As gently as he could, Will peeled the sheet
away from Don�s body.� Will couldn�t hold
back a gasp and Don�s eyes snapped open.�

In the light of day, the devastation was even more horrific.� Will gritted his teeth, and checked for signs
of internal injuries. Happily, there didn�t seem to be any, or signs of broken
bones, save for the obvious shattered fingers.�
The �surface� wounds were plenty.

Will turned to a more thorough examination.� To keep his sanity, he forced himself to
systematically categorize the wounds, as if he was writing them on a medical
chart.� 1^st degree burn, shallow cut, abrasion, shallow cut, 2^nd
degree burn � needs gauze, shallow cut, moderate cut, significant bruise � watch
for possible hematoma, 1^st degree burn, deep cut � needs butterfly
tape, moderate bruise, 2^nd degree burn � more gauze, significant
area of abrasion � possible need for occlusive bandage, swelling � alternate
cold and hot compresses �

The cataloging kept him focused, thinking about salves and
bandages and treatments, instead of the pain that Don must be in.� He thought his first-aid kit had everything
he needed, but maybe not in high enough quantities.� Might
need to run out to the drugstore.�

It wasn�t until Will reached Don�s anus that he lost
control.� The huge dildo had been shoved
in without preparation or lubricant.� The
area around the asshole was broken and torn.�
He carefully separated Don�s bloody ass cheeks and saw the damage that
had been done.

�Damn,� Will hissed.� �You�ve
got multiple first-degree anal tears.�
That bastard.�

Will turned his head away from Don and fought for
control.� Over the last few months, he�d
more than once jerked off to thoughts of Don�s sweet ass.� To see it in this damaged condition made him
want to rip Channing�s balls to shreds and shove them down Channing�s throat.

He got himself contained, barely, and turned back to see Don
watching him.� Don�s curious look gave
Will the extra incentive needed to gain control.� The last thing he needed was for Don to start
questioning his motives.

Frowning, Will mentally reviewed what he needed to
check.� Oh right.� �Let me see your
mouth,� he said and Don opened his lips.�

Will took Don�s chin in his hand and turned him toward the
light, trying not to get distracted by Don�s fine profile.� The interior of Don�s mouth was enough to
make him forget.� It looked like Don had
taken all of his reactions to Channing�s attacks out on his ball gag.� �You must have had one helluva death grip on
that gag.� You�ve got sores from your
tongue to your gums to inside your cheeks.�
I bet your jaw aches too.�

Don shut his mouth and nodded.

Releasing Don�s chin, Will suddenly felt at the end of his rope.� He needed to get away from Don before his
reserve cracked.� He summoned up hard-learned
control from Aikido and gave Don a summary.�
His voice sounded odd to his own ears, but at least it wasn�t
shaking.� �So, burns, bruises, cuts,
abrasions.� Along with at least two
broken fingers.� Not to mention your
muscles are probably very sore and you�ve lost a lot of blood.� The anal tears are the most worrisome since
they can get infected very easily.��

He stood up from the bed.�
�We need to get you cleaned up, so I can start plastering you with medication
and bandages.�

It took the last of Will�s energy to walk normally across
his bedroom to the bathroom.� He stepped
into the bathroom, shut the door behind himself, and stumbled over to sink to
wash the blood from his hands.� Then he
grabbed the sink and held on, letting the tears run down his face.�

�How can you hate yourself so much?� he whispered.� �How could you let someone do those things to
you?� Did you feel like you deserved to
be tortured?� God, what happened to you?�

Sudden anger swept through him.� �How dare you do that to yourself? I know you�re
not a moron so it had to be deliberate, you had to know what you were getting
into when you met Channing.� Fucking
idiot!� Forget your job, your career, you
could easily have died in that dungeon!�
For what?� Pride?�

The anger faded, leaving Will feeling sad � and determined.� He wiped his eyes and nose, checking in the
mirror to make sure he looked normal.� He
stared at his reflection.� He�d set
himself a hard task, was he up to it?�
Could he set aside his emotions and do what needed to be done?

Too late to be asking
that.� You�ve made your choices and now
you�ve got to turn them into the right choices.

�Don Eppes,� he whispered.�
�You are getting my help, whether you feel you deserve it or not.� For now, let me care about you enough for
both of us.�

Will opened the door, and went to start putting the pieces
of Don back together.
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