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Part 9 �� Q&A

/�Life
is trial by fire�/

Don woke up and automatically checked the clock.� He�d slept for five hours.� Memory slowly filtered back into his brain as
his body enumerated its various pains.� As
he blinked sleep from his eyes, he noticed that in a neat pile next to the bed
were his clothes, car keys, wallet and cell phone.� He looked around to see Will in his familiar
chair.

Will shrugged.� �I
took them from the locker at the club last night after I got you into my
car.� It was rather unprofessional of me
but �� he shrugged again.

His wallet, his ID.�
Now no one was going to know he was at The Chamber.� Another huge debt he owed Will.

Don slowly reached to pick up his phone.� �I can call a cab?�

�If you want,� Will sighed.�
�I�m not going to keep you here against your will any longer.� But another 24 hours would help you a lot,
unless you�re willing to go to the ER.�

Don shuddered at the idea of explaining himself, and trying
to get them not to report an assault on a federal agent. �Instead, Don pressed the speed dial button for
voicemail and listened to the few messages that waited him.� Nothing urgent.

He hung up and pressed the next speed dial.� He was relieved when the answering machine
picked up at the house.�

�Hi Dad,� Don said quickly.��
�I can�t make it to supper tonight.�
Work stuff.� Talk to you
soon.�� He hung up and met Will�s
eyes.� Will nodded, acknowledging Don�s
acceptance of his further help.

A particular message from Don�s battered body finally made
itself heard in his brain.� Don
grimaced.� �Will, I�ve kind of got to �
go.�� He gestured towards the bathroom.� Luckily at this moment it was only his
bladder that was full.

Will stood up and helped Don to his feet.� The room felt slightly less wobbly than it had
before.� But the bottoms of his feet were
much more tender.� The ways Channing had
forced him to stand had all deeply bruised different parts of his feet, so now
they were a mass of throbbing pain.� Don�s
grip tight on Will, they walked carefully towards the bathroom.

�Do you need to �� Will began.

�Just piss,� Don said quickly, embarrassed.� Will held Don standing up in front of the
toilet and kindly closed his eyes.� Don
pulled his battered cock out through the fly on his pajamas and gritted his
teeth at the severe burning pain that urinating caused.� He felt light-headed again as he tucked
himself away.�

�Bed,� he gasped to Will.�
Will turned him around and helped him back into the bedroom.� Don collapsed onto the bed, swamped by pain
and the utter humiliation of the situation.

Will tugged the blanket back over his body and handed Don a
TV remote.� He straightened up.� �Sleep would be better but if you can�t sleep
...�� Will pointed to a TV against the
far wall. ��I�ll be right in the next
room if you need me.�

�Will, I �� Don said then trailed off, having no idea how to
express his gratitude to this complete stranger for his incredible
kindness.� He only could say, �Thank
you.�

Will�s lips quirked and he nodded and left the room.

Don flipped around TV channels for the next hour but he
wasn�t really watching anything.� Rather,
he was thinking about his pathetic situation and somewhere, deep underneath the
self-loathing, anger began to grow � anger at himself, yes, but also anger at
Channing and The Chamber.� He didn�t look
too closely at the feeling, fearing it would vanish if he acknowledged it.� It had been so long since he felt anything.

After a while, Don put the remote down.� It may seem ungrateful, but he needed to know
more about this man who had saved his reputation, not to mention his life. ��Will?�

Will appeared in the doorframe, his finger marking his place
inside a book.� �What�s wrong?�

�Nothing,� Don said.�
�I just wanted to ask you some questions.�

Looking a little uncomfortable, Will sat down in his
chair.� �Only if I can ask you a question
for each of yours.�

Don frowned then decided it was a fair trade.� He glanced over to see what Will had been
reading.� The Demolished Man by Alfred Bester.� Didn�t mean anything to Don, though he had
the vague feeling it was Science Fiction.�
Definitely needed to know more about this man.

Don went first.� �What
kind of name is Stevens?�

�You mean,� Will said, �Why don�t I have a name like Park or
Kim?�

Don nodded.�

�My mom is first generation Korean but my dad is white.� I get my name, and being six feet zero inches
tall, from him.�� Will cleared his
throat.� �My turn.� Who gave you the info about The Chamber?�

�Max, the bartender at Titan.�

�I�m gonna kill him,� Will growled.� �He should know better than to give that kind
of info to someone so vulnerable.�

Don thought about protesting the word �vulnerable� but it
was a pretty apt description.� Instead he
asked, �You said you�d been in my place when you were younger � at a BDSM
club.� What did you mean?�

Will sighed but looked like he�d been expecting the question.� �When I was in my early twenties, I got into
drugs.� Heavy into drugs.� One of my dealers was big in this one club
and said that I could earn drugs by �working� there.� By doing whatever it was the other club
members wanted.� So that�s what I
did.�� He looked away from Don, his eyes
and voice distant.� �I became basically a
prostitute, a drug whore.� I�m a switch �
means I enjoy both Dom and sub � so I did both, many times for many men.�� His lips twisted.� �I was very popular.�

Don stared at him, horrified.� He tried to picture this confident, healthy
man as a drug-using prostitute.� What a
long road from there to the DEA �

Will looked back at Don, his eyes shuttered, like he
expected judgment from Don.� Don banished
the horror from his face and let his sympathy show.� He certainly didn�t have the right to judge
other people�s choices.� Will examined
his face then relaxed minutely.� Will asked
his next question.� �Why did you go to The
Chamber?�

It was Don�s turn to look away. ��I didn�t know what else to do.� I couldn�t figure out how to find what I
needed.��

Before Will could comment, Don quickly asked, �How did you
get from that club to the DEA?�

Will took a moment to find a bookmark and set his book down.
�My friend, the one who saved my life, who got me out of the club and off of
drugs, he was an EMT.� It seemed like a
worthwhile thing to do so I got the training.��
But I quickly got tired of dealing with the aftermath of drug use so I
decided to go into the DEA to try and fight it.�
Been a frustrating job but occasionally I feel like I make a difference
in someone�s life.��

Will then asked, �What did you need that you thought you
might find at The Chamber?�

Don sighed.� �To
feel.� To feel � anything.�

Will nodded, his eyes understanding.

Don asked, �How did you get into the DEA with that past?�

�You�d be surprised what the pasts of some agents are.� Maybe they think it gives us a special
insight into the things we�ll deal with.�
I was also very lucky that my club treated me right and I somehow got
out of there without any STDs.� It was a
good club, but I wasn�t exactly there for fun � a fact that I always managed to
keep from other club members so my dealer wouldn�t cut me off ...� My boss at the DEA knows about my past so he
chose me for this particular undercover assignment, though he didn�t tell
anyone else why.� No one else knows.��

Will�s turn. ��How did
you �discover� that you�re bisexual?�

�I was seduced by two male coworkers.�� Don smiled at the memory.� �You know what stakeouts can be like, long
hours with nothing to entertain you.�

�I see,� Will said, amused.

Don fired back with, �How did you decide you were gay?�

Will shrugged.� �Known
all my life, as soon as I knew enough to put a word to it.� My parents fought it for a long time, one of
the reasons I became a drug addict.� But
in the last few years we�ve reached a tentative truce.� Guess that all the terrible things they feared
I would do, I�ve done and I�m still alive and in a pretty okay place right
now.��

Will tilted his head.�
�What about you, your family know you�re bi?�

Don laughed bitterly.�
His brother was far too aware of the fact.� He gave Will a partial answer.� �My mom died a couple of years ago but according
to my dad she always suspected it.� So
when I made my big reveal to my dad, he wasn�t surprised at all.� He was even kind of alright with it.� My parents were, are, incredible people.�

�I�ll say,� Will said with more than a trace of envy.�

Don looked for a safer question.� �Where did you grow up?�

�In LA.� I�ve worked
for the DEA all over the country but always pushed to get transferred back
here.� My parents still live around here,
in Orange County now.��

It was Will�s turn but instead of immediately asking a
question, Will stared at Don for a long moment, his eyes pinning Don in place.� Finally he asked, �What aren�t you telling
me?� What made things so terrible?� Who is this person that your lover moved on
to?�

Don flushed.� �I bet
you make a great interrogator.�

Will waited.

�My brother,� Don said at last.

Will sucked in his breath.

�Yeah.� My baby
brother now has the sort of relationship I�ve always wanted with a man that I
may have even loved.�

�Ouch.�� Will
winced.� �Both you and your brother are
gay?� Or bi?� Wow, did the rumor mill fail me there.�

�It�s kinda new for him too.�

Will laughed dryly.�
�Been an eventful year for your family.�
What are the odds of both of you � �

�I�m sure that Charlie could tell you the exact odds.�� Don said, then his voice grew bitter. �I
can�t say it�s all very surprising, Charlie has always gotten everything I�ve
wanted.� Now he has Colby too.�

�Must be hard to be the brother of such a prodigy,� Will
said, his voice neutral.

Don covered his face with his uninjured hand.� �Just when I think I�ve gotten over all the
childhood resentments � my mother went with him to college, can you believe that?
� he goes and does something like this.�
I�d do anything for him, give up anything for him, and God, does he take ��

Will was silent for a long moment as Don struggled to regain
his composure.� Finally Will said
quietly, �It�s your turn for a question.�

Don mumbled, �Do you have any brothers or sisters?�

�Yeah.� Three sisters,
all younger than me.� I�m close with one,
talk regularly with another, and the third pretends I don�t exist.� She�s never forgiven me for being gay.�

�Oh,� Don said.� Maybe
he was lucky with his family after all.�

Will asked, �Does anyone you work with know you�re bi?�

�Only the two co-workers that seduced me,� Don said
wryly.� �What about you?�

�Before I moved back to LA, no one I worked with knew.� But my team here, I just felt more
comfortable with them.� They all know and
don�t seem to have a problem with it.��
Will grinned.� �In fact, they get
a kick out of trying to set me up with guys, usually poor bewildered straight
guys.�

Don smiled a little in response.�� Your next question?�

Will shook his head.� �I
think that�s enough for me for now, unless there�s something else you want to
ask me?�

�Not at the moment,� Don said, his eyelids drooping.� He felt so tired.

�You�ve lost a lot of blood,� Will said, standing up.� �You need to sleep more.� But you also need more to eat.�

Don almost protested at being treated like an invalid, but
then he realized that was exactly he was.�
And it was only due to Will that he wasn�t much worse.

When Will returned with a bowl of miso soup, Don took it
meekly and sipped the hot brothy soup with his swollen lips.� While he ate, Will lifted off Don�s pajama
top then applied more salve to his burns and welts and put fresh bandages on
the worst of his knife slashes and his wrist wounds.� He added an extra layer of bandages to Don�s
broken fingers, swathing most of his left hand into a large white lump.�

�You�re gonna have to get that set,� Will said.� �X-rays and set.� Eventually you�re going to have to see a
doctor.�

�I know,� Don said.�
He gave Will back the empty bowl.�
Will set it aside and gestured for Don to lay down.� Don lay on his back and closed his eyes.� Will peeled down the pajama bottoms and treated
the welts and slashes down across Don�s hips and down his legs.� He avoided his inflamed cock and balls.� Only time would help with that.

Will tugged on Don�s hip and Don turned over, his eyes still
closed.� Will�s gentle fingers soothed
the welts and cuts over his ass and down his legs.� He carefully replaced the bandages around
Don�s swollen, blood-encrusted ankles.�
Then, even more gentle, he applied the cooling cortisone gel to Don�s
torn anus.� Don bit his lip but a whimper
still escaped.

Carefully, Will pulled the pajama bottoms back up and helped
him back into the pajama top.�

Letting Don lay down again, Will tugged the sheet and
blankets up to Don�s chin.� Don painfully
rolled onto his right side, the side that hurt the least of all four
options.� As Will gathered up his
supplies and walked to the door, Don said softly, �You would have made a good
doctor.�

Will paused for a long moment then only said, �Sleep
now.��

Don obediently slept.
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